Monday, February 14, 2011

لماذا كل هذه الدموع؟

" يا امرأة، لماذا كل هذه الدموع؟"


أبكي ابنتي وأناديها بفؤاد موجوع

اشتقت إليها فقد ذهبت دون رجوع

تركتني والأسى على وجنتي مطبوع

عذرا إن كنت أنتحب بصوت مسموع

والعبرات تتدفق من عيوني كالينبوع

فأنا أشعر وكأن جزءا من جسدي مخلوع



"لا تبك فأنت مؤمنة و تصلي بخشوع

وتعلمين بأن الموت حق مشروع

أدع لها أن تجاور الأنبياء محمد ويسوع"



هل البكاء علي أيضا ممنوع؟

ولا أستطيع ذكرها بصوت مرفوع

أنا مؤمنة بقضاء الله لكن قلبي مفجوع

يذوب كذوبان الشموع

أرجو أن يكون حبكم لي مشفوع

...مدركين بأن قلبي أصبح منزوع


©رنده ربحي حماده

(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
2011



Monday, February 07, 2011

Remembrance

Remembrance is a golden chain

Death tries to break,

but all in vain.

To have, to love, and then to part

Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart.

The years may wipe out many things

But some they wipe out never.

Like memories of those happy times

When we were all together.

Author Unknown

Friday, February 04, 2011

رسائلك

ابنتي أرسلت لي رسالة تخبريني

عن فرحتك لما فعلته من أجلك وتعلميني

.بأنك معي في كل لحظة تراقبيني

رسائلك تبعثيها مع الأغراب لتبلغيني

بأنك حبيبتي بخير وتطمئنيني

وتؤكدي لي بأنك لم تفارقيني

ترى لم لا تأتي بنفسك وتزوريني؟



أمي أخشى لو زرتك بحلم تبكيني"

بعد السعادة التي ستغمرك عندما تريني

ومن القبلات التي احن إليها تشبعيني

إن صحوت من النوم ولم تجديني

ويبقى حضنك خال بعد أن كنت تضميني

سامحيني أمي إن لم آتيك بحلم... سامحيني

".المهم أن رسائلي تصلك حتى لو لم تشاهديني
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
2011© جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة



Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Comparative Commentary

Text A, an article from HIGH, Mountain Sports magazine, and the poem “Breathless” by Wilfred Noyce both deal with the same experience, mountain climbing. Their themes, general statements on human nature or experience, are similar with minor differences. They used literary techniques such as imagery (creating an image through words) and diction (word choice) for similar purposes, but in different ways. Also, they used similar techniques but for different purposes.


Both authors address the concept of determination in their themes. Text A says that in order to experience the captivating beauty of nature you must be able to endure the hardships that come along with it; thus you must have qualities that make you enduring such as determination, “Summits such as Cook have irresistible climbing appeal but are unnerving in reality.” Text B, on the other hand, talks about the importance of self motivation and determination when aiming for something. Both themes acknowledge that the goal is only part of the experience. Although the speaker in the first text is very passionate about the beauty of nature and the experience itself, he recognizes that reaching the summit was only part of the experience, “Rather than giving satisfaction, they reinforce the sense of urgency that is essential in mountaineering. There was still much to do. Celebrations would have to wait.” Acknowledging that the goal is only part of the experience is one of the enduring qualities that a mountain climber must have, thus in relation to the theme, if you want to experience the beauty of nature you must acknowledge the fact that reaching the summit is only part of the journey. The speaker in Text B also realizes that the reaching the top is only part of the journey. He is struggling throughout his climb to the top, “One step, one heart-beat, stone no nearer, dragging feet.” His emphasis on the struggle of the climb to the top makes it exceptionally clear to the reader that the experience of mountain climbing is composed of multiple journeys. In spite the struggle of the first journey, the speaker in text B managed to go on through determination and self motivation.



Quite an extensive amount of imagery is used throughout both writings. The use of imagery is used to strengthen the understanding of the theme to the readers. A significant amount of visual imagery is included in Text A. The visual imagery was created through the extensive use of adjectives of positive connotation and figurative language such as metaphors and personification. By creating beautiful images in the reader’s mind, the author strengthens his theme which talks about experiencing the beauty of nature. Text A does not have a focus on the drawbacks of mountain climbing as Text B does, thus the author has a more positive outlook on the subject itself. Words of positive connotation are used to describe the view the speaker sees and thus the reader is not discouraged from mountain climbing, and is able to identify with the theme because he/she can picture the captivating beauty of nature, “The Tasman Sea was hidden by a low blanket of white cloud”. Metaphors are also used to beautify nature and it helps the reader identify objects he is familiar with and nature, “The mountains were black silhouettes against the brightening sky”. Through personification the author makes nature seem larger than life, “Once over the summit rocks, the sun climbed higher and we daubed our faces with sunscreen”. Tactile imagery is used in Text B in order to create an emphasis on the struggle of the climb towards the top. The imagery used is so effective that the reader feels that he is going through what the climber is going through, and thus empathy is created. The repetition of the struggle to breathe makes you feel like you are also struggling to breathe, “Lungs pant, dry air, sorry scant.” The reader comes to a complete understanding of the struggle of the climb, and since words of negative connotation are used, the reader is discouraged into mountain climbing. There is also a degree of visual imagery used, in the sense that you can picture the speaker, an exhausted, lonely person who finds every step forward a struggle. The tactile imagery helps to formulate the visual image of the speaker. Through familiarizing the reader with the feelings the speaker is feeling, the reader was able to picture the speaker.



The purpose of the first text was to convey the theme, while the purpose of the second text was to share a personal experience. Text A was found in a Mountain Sports Magazine, thus it was inferred that the author wanted to directly tell people that mountain climbing is a beautiful experience, but a hard one, and the person has to be up to it. The fact that it was in a mountain sports magazine implies that the reader takes the sport seriously, thus the author wanted to say that it is a serious task that requires determination. The author successfully achieved his purpose through imagery and diction. Text B was written at a height of 6.5 Km, thus the reader infers that it is a personal experience. Although “I” and “me” are not used, it is obvious that it is a personal experience. The author wants to share his struggle and familiarize the readers with it, and did so by the use of tactile imagery.



The atmospheres in the two texts are completely different than one another. In simple terms, Text A could be describes as light, and Text B as dark. The first text seems to have a calm, peaceful atmosphere, while the other text seems to have a unnerving, depressing, and frustrating atmosphere. The visual imagery in the first text greatly helps establish the peaceful atmosphere, “The snow beneath broke and crunched like shards of glass.” Glass breaking is usually not associated with positive atmospheres, but the comparison of the glass breaking to the snow breaking creates a beautiful mental image that calms the reader. Also, the positive diction used greatly contributes to the positive atmosphere. Finally, you do not feel that the speaker himself is nervous or tired, he seems calm and is experiencing the beauty of nature to its fullest. The tactile imagery in Text B adds to the atmosphere. By feeling what the speaker is feeling, you can have a vivid sense of what the atmosphere is like, it is depressing, unnerving, and somewhat frightening, “Grind breath, once more then on.” The reader can imagine himself in the position of the author and thus can familiarize with the atmosphere. The words of negative connotation greatly contribute to the negative atmosphere, “dry air”. The atmospheres of both texts can be linked to the themes, the author of Text A created a positive atmosphere in order to emphasize on the beauty of nature, while the author of Text B created a negative atmosphere in order to emphasize on the struggle of the climb.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 11.5

Monday, January 24, 2011

A Four Year Old

“Lady, you look old”,
This is what I was told
By a four year old.

I asked, “Why, my little dear?
Is it so evident and clear?
Speak, you’ve nothing to fear.”

She said, “Because you look so sad,
You don’t seem happy or glad
And with dark colors you’re clad.”

Tears fell from my eyes,
It took a minute for a child to realize
What can be missed by the old and wise

That my heart is broken,
My life shaken,
And my joy forever taken.

Bless her as she was able to see
What I tried to hide inside me.
From her eyes, I couldn’t flee.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©

Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Love conquers all obstacles

Darius screamed and sat up running his fingers through his sweat-drenched hair. He had just woken up from a nightmare; he dreamt that he died without ever experiencing love. He then stayed up the remainder of the night thinking about love.” Will I ever love?” he thought. He looked around his average house wondering if he will ever have the privilege to love (Kramer 89).


The next morning he wore his leather sandals (Flaherty 27). He looked at his reflection in a bowl of water, and combed his fingers through his thick dark hair; he was picture perfect! Darius set off to work. It was 1760 B.C. and his tenth year at being a scribe. At thirty years’ old he managed to be more successful than ever. He walked out into the streets of Sumer’s Isin, the newly conquered city-sizete by King Kim- Sin of Larrsa (Encarta 2003 Encyclopedia). Although Kim-Sin was a conqueror, Darius adored because under Kim-Sin scribal annals prospered (Encarta 2003 Encyclopedia).He passed through the crowded bazaar and set up at his stand, seeing his fellow scribe friend, Ishtar.

-“Good morning”, Ishtar, said Darius

-“Yes, you are right, it is a good morning”, Ishtar replied.

-“Hah…!” sighed Darius sleepily.

-“Didn’t catch any sleep last night, did you? Were you thinking of love again?”

-“Am I that transparent, Ishtar? My friend, the only reason for me to live is hope of loving someone.”

-“ I will not lie to you Darius. Love feels great, you feel intoxicated all the time. Believe me, I have loved before.”

-“What? When was this?”

-“Many years ago, my friend. Many years ago…..”

-“Excuse me men, which one of you is Darius?” said a large man.

-“ I am . How can I assist you kind sir?” replied Darius.

-“I come to you from my master Hammurabi in Babylon. He has heard of you Darius, and is quite impressed with your work. He would like you to accompany me back to Babylon to be his personal scribe.”

-“I would be honored.”

-“Excellent. Be ready at sunrise tomorrow, I will pick you up here. Good day.”

Hammurabi’s messenger left and Darius jumped with excitement. He worked the rest of the day till sunset, and exchanged goodbyes with Ishtar. As Darius hugged Ishtar, he couldn’t control the tears from flowing down his face. Ishtar saw this and reassured Darius that they will see each other again, if not in this life, in the after life.

It was morning, and Darius was ready to travel. He had all his necessities, and made his way through the bazaar saying goodbye to the things he may never see again. He met Hammurabi’s man, and they rode a two –wheeled chariot that was pulled by horses (Kramer 104).Then they reached the Euphrates River and rode a small wooden boat (Kramer 104). For two days, Darius sat there thinking about his new life and remembering his past life. They finally arrived and went on a chariot ride to Hammurabi’s palace, in what seemed like a few minutes. Darius entered the palace and couldn’t believe his eyes. It was a beautiful place composed of 300 rooms (Jacobs 37). He walked into the throne room, and saw the beautiful floors and walls covered with reed mats, skin rugs, and woolen hangings (Kramer 89). He sat down on a beautiful high backed-chair which was decorated with gold. Hammurabi’s palace was so different from Darius’s simple one storey and brick house. A beautiful lady came up to Darius wearing something very revealing offering him a platter of pomegranates, apples, pears, plums, figs ,and pistachios (ghs.phila.k12). He wasn’t very hungry, but took some grapes just to be polite. The grapes tasted fresh and sweet, like they were just plucked off the tree. The sweetness of the grapes cut through his tongue like a blade. Music was playing and he could hear the voice of a beautiful lady praising Hammurabi. Then Hammurabi entered.

-“Ah, Darius, just the man I wanted to see.”

-“Your grace, I feel honored to be here”, said Darius as he bowed down.

-“Yes, yes, come to dinner, we will talk about business later.”

Darius walked into the dinning and saw the most beautiful feast. He saw the finest baked fish and a gorgeous grilled lamb garnished with vegetables. Darius then set his eyes on the most beautiful woman he ever saw. She was tall, slim, had olive colored skin, and long dark hair. Her green eyes met Darius’s dark brown eyes and together they made hazel. Although he never loved before, he was sure he was in love.

-“ Darius, this is my dear daughter, Inanna, said Hammurabi .”

-“ Pleased to meet you your grace,” said Darius as he bowed down to her .

-“ It is not necessary to bow down for me kind sir”, replied Inanna.

All three of them sat down and enjoyed their feast, as Darius talked about Isin. After dinner, they went to the courtyard to do some talking.

Darius tell me some more about KingRim-Sin.”

“Well he…”

“Your highness, we need you urgently,” said some servants.

“We’ll continue our talk later Darius, feel free to talk with Inanna,” said Hammurabi as he was leaving.

“Darius, what interests you most in life?” said Inanna.

“Love, your grace”.

“There is no need to call me ‘your grace’, it is so formal! Love, huh?

That is interesting. Personally, I have never loved, or ever love for that matter. I will probably marry some rich king. ”What about you?”

Then they both stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like a lifetime for Darius. Then Darius finally returned from his day dream and said: “ I have never loved, Inna…..but I’m beginning to.”

That was when Innana gently placed her lips on his and kissed him tenderly caressing his tongue with hers. She ran his fingers through his thick dark hair and whispered in his ear:

“I’m beginning to love as well.”

She left the room, and Darius went on his way to his sleeping chambers. He slept peacefully, knowing that he began to love. He woke up at sunrise thinking that if Hammurabi ever found out about his love to Hammurabi’s daughter, he would be a dead man. Then he heard a knock on the door and someone asked him to join Hammurabi at the breakfast table.

“Darius, let’s get down to business. Your first scribal job is to write to all the leaders of city states which are Babylon’s allies, saying that I Hammurabi, king of Babylon will defeat Kim-Sin and invade Isin to unite Sumer (Kramer 72)”.

When Darius heard this he felt as if his heart fell to the floor. Hammurabi then left the table saying that he would like Darius to send them out as soon as possible. Darius just sat there for what felt like hours, until Innana appeared more beautiful than ever. She made sure no one was watching and planted a kiss on his moist lips. She sensed Darius was troubled but Darius couldn’t tell her about her “evil” father. After they exchanged romantic feelings and gestures, Inna left and told Darius how much she loved him. Darius was in such a dilemma! If he warned Isin about Hammurabi, Babylon would suffer thus Innana would suffer. Also Hammurabi could get hurt, and Innana would be in so much pain. But if he didn’t warn Isin, his people would die.

Darius got out his clay tablets from the Euphrates River and sharp fork to write with (Jacobs 43).He started writing to all Babylon’s allies informing them on the invasion. As he wrote, he could not stop tears from rolling down his sweaty cheeks. All he wanted was to become a man of love and now he was turning into a man of hate. He gave the clay tablets to the messenger, and was sitting in his chambers crying until he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and it was his friend Ishtar. Ishtar noticed his friend’s unhappiness and Darius had no choice but to reveal everything to him.

“What’s in your heart, Darius?”

”Love.”

“Love for Isin, or for Innana?”

“Both.”

“Then save both.”

Darius then told Ishtar to leave to warn RIM-Sin, and that after the battle he and Innana would elope.

Two days later, Darius was back in Isin ready for battle. But then they heard a loud noise,it was a stampede of people from Isin ready for battle, with Kim-Sin as their leader.

“Who told them?!”Exclaimed Hammurabi.

Courage burst in Darius’s body and he exclaimed:” I told them! This is my home, I will not allow you to destroy it.”

Hammurabi took out his bow and arrow and said:” An eye for an eye ,you betrayed me, I will betray you.”

Then he shot Darius with his bow. Innana saw this and ran to Darius .She pledged:” I will love you forever Darius, forever!”

“As will I, Innana, as will I “, said Darius having his last breath.

Darius died a happy man because he died knowing that he was loved. He died with the love of his lady and the love of his home in his heart.

Samar Al Ansari
Class 9.2
March 19th 2003

Friday, January 14, 2011

سأعود أمي

لقد كنت قبل سويعات معها أتكلم

خرجت من المنزل دون أن تودع أو تسلم

سأعود أمي"، وعن موتها المحتوم لم تكن تعلم"

، وفجأة رن الهاتف المشئوم

قفز قلبي ورجوت القدير أن ابنتي تسلم
وأن لا تكن ابنتي حبيبتي جريحة تتألم

وفجعت عندما رأيتها صامتة لا تتكلم

أهذه ابنتي حبيبة قلبي، أم إنني أحلم؟

ذهبت بلحظة دون وداع، لماذا يا زمن أظلم؟

!"ارجعي إلى بيتك، لقد عادت للخالق الأعظم

©رنده ربحي حماده2009
 سمر شمس لن تغيب

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Monday, January 10, 2011

Death Illusion

We are all going to die. We all know we're going to die. Then why do we not embrace it? Classical Economists believe that there is no money illusion in an economy because everyone anticipates the rates of inflation. Why is there death illusion? Ok so money and death are completely differnet things, but the same concept should apply. If you anticipate something you shouldn't be shocked when it happens THEN . But sadly, we are. Humans are oh so complex, and no matter how hard I try, I can not think of answer to the question I set forth.


This is one of the many questions I ponder, and one day it occured to me. In order to answer these questions, I must reach a complete understanding of human behavior.
 
Samar Al Ansari
10/10/2005

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

They

Is it only I who continues to grieve and cry,
While others choose not to remember as days go by?

Or is it because it’s painful to remember the dead?
An act many share, but as a bereaved mother, I dread.

When they fail to mention her, I feel sad and alone,
Become very distressed and withdrawn.

Perhaps they think they’re protecting me from sorrow,
And preparing me for a better tomorrow.

They’re petrified when I mention her name,
Their faces change color and I’m to blame.

They also don’t want to hear what I want to say,
Totally oblivious to the price, I then have to pay.

I know they have every right to move on -
To them, many years passed since she’d gone.

But if they care, they should understand
That all fingers aren’t alike in one’s hand.

Some bereaved choose to remember, others to forget.
As for me, I like to talk about her at every chance I get.

As a mother, I want to keep my daughter alive.
Her body is gone, but her memory should survive.

I will always shed tears for her and mourn,
And celebrate her life and the day she was born.

I wish that they would at least comprehend
That nothing can ever bring my grief to an end.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Friday, December 31, 2010

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

وصف مدينة استكهولم

المقدمة: في نهاية العام الدراسي المنصرم كان على والدي أن يحضر مؤتمرا طبيا في استكهولم
الجسم: قررنا أن نذهب إلى استكهولم بسبب المؤتمر ،ولأن السويد دولة خضراء وجميلة جدا.فهكذا زرنا عاصمة السويد استكهولم
نزلت الطائرة في استكهولم وكانت المسافة طويلة بين المطار والفندق فرأيت الأشجار الكثيرة في الحدائق . ثم بدأنا نتنزه في المحلات الكثيرة .كانت الشوارع نظيفة أي نظافة والمحلات التجارية كبيرة جدا. وكان معظم الناس يمشون في الشارع عوضا عن أن يستعملوا سيارتهم وكانت استكهولم مدينة باردة جدا والمطاعم نظيفة واكلها طيب.آه ه.وكان الناس يعزفون على آلاتهم الموسيقية في الشوارع لكي يحصلوا على المال. ومن أطيب الأطيب الأطعمة هناك المعكرونة. وكان في استكهولم متحف لسفينة غرقت بعد التيتانيك. والحدائق هناك خضراء ومسلية جدا
الخاتمة: أتمنى أن أذهب مرة أخرى الى استكهولم لأنني استمتعت كثيرا هناك
سمر الأنصاري
الصف السادس أ
8/9/ 1999

Friday, December 24, 2010

عودي سريعا فزوريني

أتيت يا ملاكي في حلم يوم الرابع من الشهر وزرتيني

كانت زيارتك وجيزة ولكن أجمل ما بها أنك عانقتيني

وجلست في حضني وبيديك الناعمتين كنت تضميني

أسمعت ندائي إليك و توسلي للرحمن فأرسلك لتغيثيني

وتألمت لحالي يا ابنتي الحبيبة فأتيت بحلم لتواسيني

من عذاب فراقك الذي يزداد يوما بعد يوم ويدميني؟

لمستك وضممتك وقبلتك للحظات ولمستني

ما أجملها من هنيهات، قضيتها عندما قبلتيني

وعبيرك فاح وعطرني كما كنت بالأمس تعطريني

ونظرت ففي بحر أوراقك وأشعاري وجدتيني

وكأنك أتيت لتقولي "أمي حفاظك على ذكراي يعزيني

" وما تقومين به من أجلي يفرحني ويرضيني

سأعيش هذه اللحظات حتى المرة القادمة عندما تعوديني

حبيبتي سمر! لا تتأخري! عودي سريعا فزوريني
©رنده ربحي حماده2009
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A Love Song

The mention of my child's name
may bring tears to my eyes
but it never fails to bring
music to my ears.
If you really are my friend
please,don't keep me
from hearing the beautiful music.
It soothes my broken heart
and fils my soul with love.
Nancy Williams

Monday, December 20, 2010

أبيات من وفاء القبور لبدوي الجبل

ادعوا قبور أحبائي لتسمعني

وهل تجيب دعاء الثاكل الحفر

Friday, December 17, 2010

Assignment

First memory of writing = nursery

Favorite children’s book = The Dumb Bunnies
Favorite books = Holes, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, The Princess Diaries
Favorite subject = P.E.
Three adjectives that describe me = young, funny, talkative
Three nouns = Daughter, student, Arab
Three verbs = entertain, shout, succeed
Simile = As sharp as a knife
Metaphor = I am a loyal dog.

Samar Al ANSARI
GRADE 9.2

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

أمي أتيت لتريني

أمي، سمعت كل قطعة منك تناديني

فاخترقت المطر وأتيت إليك لتريني

أتيت من خلال الشمس الساطعة كي تعرفيني

أردت من خلال أشعتها أن أحضنك وتحضنيني

وأؤكد لك بأنني أشعر بحنينك فهل تشعرين بحنيني؟

وأقول لك "أمي، أنا معك هنا، يا نور عيني

جئت معك إلى يورك لكي لا تتعذبي وتفتقديني

فأنا دائما معك أينما ذهبت، بقلبك تحمليني

وما هذه إلا إشارة من الخالق حتى تعرفيني

لا تخافي أمي، فأنا معك منذ أن كنت جنينا، قبل أن تنجبيني

ناديتك من خلال أشعة الشمس، وسمعتيني

كم هو عظيم هذا الحبل الخاص الذي به تربطيني

يربطنا أم وابنتها، حتى وأنا عند رب العالمين

كنت تقولي لي "حبل الأم مع ولدها لا ينقطع"، أتذكرين

ولكن لم تتوقعي بأنه سيمتد إلى السماء يوما لتصليني

الشمس لغتنا أنا وأنت فبها دوما تناجيني

وكلما تسطع بأشعتها ستجديني
"!أمي، لا تتوقفي عن التحدث معي فإنك دوما توحشيني

©رنده ربحي حماده2009 سمر شمس لن تغيب
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Friday, December 10, 2010

Worldwide Candle Lighting

Worldwide Candle Lighting

Sunday 12 December at 7:00 pm

The Compassionate Friends Worldwide Candle Lighting unites family and friends around the globe in lighting candles for one hour to honor and remember children who have died at any age from any cause.
http://www.compassionatefriends.org/News_Events/Worldwide_Candle_Lighting.aspx

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

English Essay

In Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet many characteristics develop gradually as do characters in any other place of literature. Juliet changed throughout the play. Romeo’s effect on Juliet gradually transformed her from an insecure girl to a woman who takes her own actions.



At the beginning of the play, Juliet is a very obedient child. She isn’t used to make her own decisions, which is evident when her father starts talking about marriage plans to Paris. Like a normal human being Juliet has her own feelings and opinions, but she doesn’t express them strongly .She didn’t want to marry Paris from the start, but she didn’t strongly oppose to it as she did later on in the play .Juliet was insecure and it was evident that she didn’t believe in herself and her abilities, because she never made her own decisions. She was like a stranger to the world; she was dependent on everyone but herself. The fact that she had a “nurse,” was evidence alone that she didn’t take part in the real world. Juliet was very naïve and childlike, but that all changed when Juliet met her supposed one true love, Romeo.

In the balcony scene when Romeo proposes, Juliet agrees without putting the slightest thought to it. It is sensed that Juliet felt obliged and pressured into agreeing to the proposal. Juliet then set up a test by allowing Romeo to make all the wedding arrangements as a way to get out of her obligation. She might have thought that he wouldn’t be able to do it, and wouldn’t return; a perfect scenario. Juliet wasn’t ready for marriage; a child yesterday cannot be a woman today. Romeo made the wedding arrangements, and it is sensed that behind all that happiness laid some unhappiness over her pressured decision. Some might argue that was Juliet’s first decision. In a way that was; she started to make her own decisions, but her decision to get married was based on Romeo’s rash proposal that pressured her. Juliet, a child, never having experienced love before, was a child who didn’t know what she was doing.

In the final scene, when Juliet tragically takes her life she became a grown woman. She killed herself, because of Romeo; he had complete control over her. She awoke seeing her true love take such a rash decision killing himself, and that made her want to do the same. Without Romeo’s incredibly unthought-of decision, Juliet wouldn’t have killed herself. In this scene, Juliet thought for herself for the very first time. No one told her to take a dagger and die such a courageous yet cowardly death, but she did it. She did it because Romeo had done the same, and that reason only was what drove her to do it. Juliet’s whole life became a mess, and to her the only way she could clean it up was to end it. She finally took responsibility for her actions. Some might argue that wasn’t such a responsible thing to do. Yes, that wasn’t, but to her that was the only thing left for her to do.

Juliet had a perfect life. She had parents who loved her, she came from a rich family and she was a beautiful young woman who had the rest of her life ahead of her. She also had unpleasant aspects of her life, she didn’t think for herself, she was insecure, and she was childish. Juliet changed gradually from an insecure girl to a woman who made her own decisions through the actions of Romeo. She was a girl who tried to please everyone but herself, and became a woman who tried to make her own destiny. By killing herself, that was a way of pleasing herself. Romeo changed Juliet’s life, for the better and for the worse.

Samar Al Ansari
Class 9.2
Feb 1st 2003

Saturday, December 04, 2010

!!! رحلتْ

!!! رحلتْ

نعم! لكن في عيوني تجدونها

وفي كل نظرة من نظراتي ترونها

ومع كل كلمة ينطقها لساني

تسمعونها

وإن لامستم يداي

.كأنكم تلمسونها
عطرها يطيبني

ومن أريجه تحسونها

وبكل خلية من جسدي

.تلقونها
...نعم رحلت

لكنها تحيا في كتاباتي

.التي تقرؤونها
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2010




Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Epic Simile

The elongated leaves of the tree protected me as a mother bird protects her child from the brutal harshness of the world. I was as a baby bird, sheltered from anything overwhelming until it is time to plunge into the world. All the while, the baby bird is left without a single apprehension thinking of nothing but its mother, its protector. The enormous leaf fell on my already aching head, and I knew I was left unprotected once again.

Samar Al Ansari
GRADE 9.2

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Visit the Site

If you miss Samar, day or night
Don’t hesitate! Just log into her website
She’ll be greeting you as her blog comes to sight
With her charming smile and a face full of light
You’ll find her shinning in each picture, quite bright
Glowing through her words like the sunlight
You’ll feel some sadness, but it’s alright
As you’ll soon feel comfort, even if slight
When the memories vividly rush so bright
Then you will realize what a delight
It was for you to visit her web site.


Randah R. Hamadeh ©, 2010, Copyright
Written in loving memory of my daughter, 
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Companions

What do I see?
What do I feel?
Is she here with me?
Is this real?

Soul by soul we wander,
each in different realms
attached by cords of gossamer
stronger than steel.

Gates of life swing open
on so much I cannot tell
unless I let my senses
detect what is more real.

More real than this life only,
more real than breath and bone,
with her spirit my companion,
I do not walk alone.

by Genesse Bordeau Gentry, 2009 ,Copyright©

Catching the Light

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

كل عام وأنت بخير حبيبتي

كل عام وأنت بخير حبيبتي


العيد أتى..... أينك لتطلي


بملابسك الجديدة المعطرة بالفل؟


كم للقاء الأقارب بالعيد تشوقت


وكم من مرة للسوق ذهبت


وأزهى الملابس للعيد اخترت


.وأجمل تحية للأهل أهديت




أمي، لا أظن أنك شيئا نسيت"


اعرف انك تتألمين كلما تذكرت


أشعر بما تخفين وبما أظهرت


وأعلم أنك لقدوم العيد حزنت


وان الجميع سعداء بالعيد إلا أنت


"أسمعك تعاتبيني قائلة "لماذا رحلت؟

 أما بحالك وحالي أمي رأفت؟


فأنا لن أعود أمي مهما تكدرت


لكني معك بروحي أينما التفت


أحوم حولك، أما بي شعرت؟


قبلتك على خدك ومن النوم أفقت


وكنت أول من يهنئك بالعيد فبكيت


امسحي دموعك رفقا بقلبي الذي أحزنت


ورفقا بإخوتي اللذين سيتألمان إن تألمت


أعلم أنك لن تفرحي بالعيد حتى لو حاولت


أمي، أناديك بصمت فهل كلماتي سمعت؟

"اشتقت إليك أكثر مما اشتقت"


رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2010

Saturday, November 13, 2010

بعض ما قال ابن الرومي في رثاء ابنا لم يذكر اسمه

حماه الكرى هم سرى فتأوبا

فبات يراعي النجم حتى تصوبا


أعيني جودا لي فقد جدت للثرى

بأكثر مما تمنعان واطلبا


بني الذي أهديته أمس للثرى

فلله ما أقوى قناتي وأصلبا


فان تمنعاني الدمع أرجع الى الأسى

إذا فترت عنه الدموع تلهبا



Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Compare and Contrast Paragraph

From the few points I’ve heard about the main characters of my tablemates’ novels, I have learned that their main characters and my main character share many differences as well as similarities. The main character of my novel “Habibi, Liyana Abboud, is an insecure, confused girl, who is scared about staring a whole new life. My tablemates’ main characters are all teenage boys. One of them is a trouble maker, the other is simply tough, and the last one is a week rejected person who gets into a lot of fights. Unlike the first two characters, Liyana isn’t tough or secure about herself and her personality. She keeps referring to her self as a “half –half”, because her father is Palestinian, while her mother is American. She doesn’t seem to know who she is, and she seems scared of sharing her path of self discovery. She has something in common with the rejected boy, because he too seems to be scared and confused. The other two boys seem to be sure of themselves. My tablemates’ main character s all seem to get into trouble, while Liyana is a girl who accepts everything, but keeps her emotions bottled up inside. As for the setting of my novel and my tablemates’ novels, they are very different. The setting of “Habibi” is in a neighborhood in St Louis, but will soon change to Jerusalem, Palestine. It takes place in a modern day, in an urban society, but will soon change to a society which is a more of rural and urban societies. The settings of my tablemate’s novels all take place in modern day high school, in an urban society as well.


Samar Al Ansari
Grade  9.2

6/1/ 2003

Thursday, November 04, 2010

قارئة الطالع

" قارئة الطالع، أخبريني بما ترين"

أرى أنك من بلاد المقدس، فلسطين

عيناك تدل بأنك فقدت أحد البنات أو البنين

ظلمك الدهر فأصبحت من المنكوبين

قلبك مكسور، معذب، ملتاع وحزين

همك ثقيلا لم أر مثله طوال السنين

إلا أنك رغم قسوة الدهر، من الصابرين

عطرك طيب كعطر الفل والياسمين

قرأت طالعك ثلاث مرات كاملين

وتأكدت أنك من المقهورين والمعذبين

©رنده ربحي حماده

(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
2010

Monday, November 01, 2010

Saturday, October 30, 2010

ابن الرومي في رثاء ابنه الأوسط - تكملة

لقد قل بين المهد واللحد لبثه

فلم ينس عهد المهد إذ ضم في اللحد


ألح عليه النزف حتى أحاله

إلى صفرة الجادي عن حمرة الورد


وظل على الأيدي تساقط نفسه

ويذوي كما يذوي القضيب من الرند


محمد ما شئ توهم سلوةً

لقلبي، إلا زاد قلبي من الوجد


أرى أخويك الباقيين كليهما

يكونان للأحزان أورى من الزند


إذا لعبا في ملعب لك لذعا

فؤادي بمثل النار من غير ما عمد


فما فيهما لي سلوة بل حزازة

يهيجانها دوني وأشقى بها وحدي



Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Centers

Jessi and Malory are alike: They are both nice. They both like to read novels and they are both good friends.

Jessi and Malory are different in that Jessi likes to dance and Malory likes to write novels. Jessi is an African American and Malory is white. Jessi comes from a small family while Malory comes from a large family.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
May 9, 1999

Sunday, October 24, 2010

عذرا أم كلثوم

عذرا أم كلثوم ، كوكب الشرق والغرب

الجميع من حولي يتطلع إلى ليلة من الطرب

تصدح فيها أغانيك بصوت نجمة العذب

أغانيك التي أطربتني و ملايين من العرب

واليوم لا مكان لها في قلبي المكسور المتعب

فكيف أطرب وابنتي رحلت إلى الرب

والدم ينزف من فؤادي الجريح المكتئب؟

تلك الأيام رحلت ولن ألقاها بالدرب

!فحبيبتي ذهبت قبلي، انه لأمر عجب

واصطحبت الشجو عندما قضت إلى النحب

"عودي وغني " سمر شمس مشرقة بالقلب

عودي واشدي " سمر شمس لن تغبِ

"تركت إرثا من الذكريات والحب
©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
2010 جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة



Monday, October 18, 2010

Writing Center

I was watching T.V. when I heard a noise outside so I went out and I saw a dog. It was very weak and thirsty so I gave him some water and biscuits. Then I took him outside, but he came back in. The next day I took him to the vet and he was so scared that he ran out, then we took him back in and they put him for sale. Now from time to time I visit this poor dog.


Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
1998

Thursday, October 14, 2010

أفل بدري

دموعي لألئ عالقة على رمشي

وفاجعتي أحملها حين أقف و أمشي


لساني يناديك مع كل حرف بنطقي

معبرا عن شدة ألمي و كثرة شوقي


رأسي المهموم لا يستطع حمله كتفي

ولوعتي جلية ، لم يعد هنالك ما أخفي


نار البلية تحرق روحي و جسمي

والمصيبة أصبحت كنيتي واسمي


الدم في عروقي صارخ يسري

يناديك لتعودي وتفكي أسري


سجينة الحزن فقدت معك عمري

لا أحد يعوضني عنك يا سمري


إن فقدك قد كسرني وأشقاني يا ابنتي

وليس هنالك ما يخفف من لوعتي


كل خلية في جسدي عليك تبكي

وتتضرع إلى البارئ وتشكي


الأرق يرافقني حتى طلوع الفجر

.والراحة هجرتني بعد أن أفل بدري

©رنده ربحي حماده

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة 2010
(أم سمر)



Tuesday, October 12, 2010

More from Gibran

Wear not the black of mourning
But rejoice with me in white rainment.
Speak not in sorrow of my going
But close your eyes and you shall see me among you,
Now and forever more.
Lay me down upon leafy boughs,
Raise me high upon shoulders,
Then lead me slowly to the wild places.
Khalil Gibran
A Tear and a smile

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Synopsis on Joseph Stalin

Joseph Stalin is viewed by some as the Russian savior, but he is also viewed as the definition of cruelty. An ironic turn of events happened as a result of the Bolshevik Revolution. The Russians were tired of Czar Nicholas’s absolute rule and a revolution was led against him. But, Joseph Stalin ruled as an absolute ruler for almost 30 years. Joseph Stalin is a name associated with totalitarian rule, for he was the absolute ruler. Anything and anyone in his way was immediately destroyed.


Despite his status as a leader, he came from humble beginnings. He was born to peasants in the province of Georgia. His father worked as a shoe maker, and his mother as a maid. He was not an exceptional student, for he was not an intellectual. But one thing for certain, he was a man of action. He adopted Stalin, “man of steel”, in 1912.

Stalin did not take part in the Bolshevik Revolution, but joined Lenin’s cause in 1919. Later, he rewrote history and said that he did take part in the Bolshevik Revolution. He did have a role in the Russian Civil War between 1918 and 1920. He was later appointed as Commissar of Nationalities. He remarried at the age of 30 after his first wife died.

In 1920 the Bolsheviks were victorious, but soon food became scarce. Some began to wonder about the food that Lenin promised. Bolsheviks eliminated religion in order to increase their control over the Russians. In 1922, Stalin was appointed the Party Secretariat. He soon began to appoint people that were loyal to him in order to maintain control. Lenin suffered a stroke and wrote in his will that he did not want Stalin to rule, Trotsky was the most favorable. Stalin acted quickly by forming an anti-Trotsky alliance, and an alliance with the conservatives. He became leader after Lenin’s death and Trotsky was driven into exile in 1927.

As leader, Stalin began his 5 year plans, and imposed collective farming. Kulaks, people against this idea, were punished or driven into exile. Food grew scarce in the collective farms, and as a result of the famine many turned to cannibalism. Stalin denied the famine.

Stalin used terror and propaganda to maintain power. He enforced gulags, or labor camps, in which people worked to death. He once said, ‘Death solves all problems. No man will result in no problems.’ When questioned about how long he will continue to kill people that were in his way he said, “As long as necessary”. He began to purge intellectuals. In 1936-1938 he began his “show trials”, in which he sent many Bolsheviks to trials. It was the ultimate psychological mind game, the Bolsheviks would confess to crimes they didn’t commit after long periods of torture. In 1940, Stalin sent one of his men to kill Trotsky in Mexico; Trotsky was killed with an ice pick. Stalin blamed his terror on an overzealous police force. Stalinist Russia was filled with propaganda posters, edited pictures, and basic control of sources of information. The Russians were indoctrinated by Stalinist policies.

Stalin’s wife knew of Stalin’s ruthless ways, and it is believed that she committed suicide. Some believe that Stalin killed her after an argument. Stalin had an alliance with Hitler during the beginning of WW1, but after the surprise German invasion of Russia, Stalin had no choice but to forge an alliance with the allies.
Samar Al-Ansari
Grade 11.5  

Monday, October 04, 2010

Please come back

Please come back
even if
for few moments,
I pray.

As a parent,
I took your life
for granted
and never imagined
that you’ll ever leave before me
even by one day.

With your departure,
not only had I lost a part of me
but many other losses
And now my old self
seems so faraway…

There aren’t any words
that can express how distraught
I am, or images that
can adequately portray
my yearning for you
and for the moments
we shared in sadness,
joy or play.

By going unexpectedly
away,
You gave me no chance
to tell you
all what I wanted to say.

I wish to apologize
if I ever caused you
any dismay
and also want you to know
that I think of you
night and day.

Even though,
you’re in my heart
and forever you’ll
stay,
I want you to
please come back
just for few moments
I pray.

Come back to hug me
and tell me
“Mother, I am okay”.
And for me to hold you
for a moment,
in my arms
and say all what
I need to say.

Or better,
come back to affirm
that your death
is just a hearsay
And that you
went on a trip
and that is why
you were away.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2010, Copyright©

Friday, October 01, 2010

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Silenced

Like sound in snow,
grief absorbs,
muffles life around us,
while pain darkens,
overshadows all
in clouds of sorrow.
by Genesse Bordeau Gentry, 2009 ,Copyright©
Catching the Light

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Friday, September 24, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

My Worst Habit

My worst habit is shaking my foot. Not only do I do it while I’m nervous, I do it constantly, I even do it before I go to sleep. As I was thinking, about my worst habit, I realized that I was shaking my right foot. I do it without realizing so most of the time. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can stop because I think this is something genetic, because my father has the same awful habit I have. They say that when you shake your foot you are nervous, but I’m doing it right now and I’m not the least bit nervous. Oh well, it gives me character.

Samar Al-Ansari 11.5

Sep. 24, ‘04

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 15-17)





Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C


Thursday, September 16, 2010

Wakaima and the Great Hanger Man (pages 13-14)




Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Don't Ask Me

“Remove her pictures
and to her grave don’t go.
Empty her room,
you’ll feel better, I know

Because as long as you cling
to every thing
sadness will always
at your door bell ring.”

Your words
are breaking my heart.
You want me to forget
what of me is a part?

Now my beloved
is closer to me than before
I keep her in my heart
and close the door

Leave me alone
in the way I handle my grief
My heartache
is severe beyond belief


The ultimate loss of a child
is so unique
It will never ease
but makes the parent weak

And the mother’s grief
so profound
It gets deeper and deeper
as the years go round

So please don’t ask me
not to do this or that
But give me a hug
and about her let’s chat

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Summer Rays

Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)

Monday, September 13, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 11-12)


Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Friday, September 10, 2010

صلاة العيد

كنت بين جموع المصلين
وإلى جانبي يا ابنتي تقفين
ولرب العزة معي تسجدين
تسلمي على سيد المرسلين
.وبقدوم العيد إياي تهنئين
أتيت لأنك تريدي أن تؤكدين
بأنك معي أينما حللت تذهبين
وبما أفعل يا حبيبتي تشاركين
.ووحشة العيد دونك، تخففين
،رأيتك ملابس العيد ترتدين
وبأجمل الحلي يا ابنتي تتزينين
وشممت العطر الذي به تطيبين
فأحسست بك... يا أغلى الغاليين
وشعرت بتميزي عن الآخرين
فحبيبة قلبي ترافقني حتى
.وهي عند رب العالمين

©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
2010

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

هدية من فريال الأعظمي في ذكرى سمر الأولى

Sunday, September 05, 2010

ليلة القدر

"أمي! ليلة القدر هلت اطلبي ما تشائين
ادع لي ولأخوتي ولباقي المحبين
التمسي الصبر لك والرحمة لي يا أغلى الغاليين
ادع فأبواب السماوات مفتوحة للقانطين
ربنا يسمع ويلبي دعاء الخاشعين
و يحقق الأماني للذين على صلاتهم مواظبين
"أمي! إن شاء الله سيحقق لك ما تتمنين

يا ابنتي! لا أريد إلا أن تكوني بالجنة تتمتعين
تحيط بك الورود و الأزهار و الرياحين
وأن تكوني من الذين هم على الأرائك متكئين
تجلسين بجوار الشهداء و الصديقين
كما أريد أن أضمك إلى صدري وأنا بعالم النائمين
نتحادث كما كنا نفعل عبر الأيام والسنين
و أن يحفظ لي أباك وأخاك وأختك والمقربين

أمي أنا في ديار رب العالمين"
في كنف الرحمن، أتمنى أن تطمأنين
"سأزورك في حلم دون أن تتوقعين
©رنده ربحي حماده
جميع الحقوق محفزظة للمؤلفة 2010
(أم سمر)

Saturday, September 04, 2010

Too Many Fours

Gulf Daily News Volume XXXIII NO 167, Sept 3,2010


Four years since you passed away
Samar 404
Four years
since you walked out the door.

Life went on mostly bitter
but at times sweet
Yet without you,
everything is incomplete.

Events do happen,
but I wish time to stand still,
I don’t want to move on.
I don’t have the will.

When I go to new places,
I shed a tear
As I don’t want to see
nor hear
what you can’t
my daughter, dear
hear or see
loud and clear.

You are with me
every minute of my day
Trying to lead me
and show me the way.

I sense your presence
in many different ways,
At times experience a touch,
or see a gaze.

It’s not enough! I want to go back
to when you were here,
When I can feel your touch
and hear your voice very near.

Nothing is the same
since you’ve gone
Everything changed,
even the moon and the sun.

My heart is weary
And it can’t anymore bear
to look at your empty room
and empty chair.

People tell me
“Pain wanes as time goes along”
What a myth!
Nothing can be more wrong.

So here I have
another anniversary to face
Oh, loving Samar,
I wish this day I can erase

It marks the fourth year
since you went away
Too many fours for me to handle,
no matter how much I pray.

May God help me
go through the many fours
And enable me to do
my different chores.

As for you,
my little one
It’s true you’ve left,
but for me never gone.

Randah Ribhi Hamadeh ©2010
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Monday, August 30, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 9-10)



Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 7-8)


Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man (pages 5-6)



Wakaima and the Coat Hanger Man
By Samar Al Ansari
Grade 7C