Sunday, June 26, 2011

Traditional Vocabulary

Hey Lama, thanks for volunteering to put the vocab up together. Umm, I’m using the sentence in the context that the dad is telling his son that he shouldn’t marry for love. The dad loved before and didn’t marry his love for something his dad told him. Feel free to change it if you want, and I can make changes itha tabeen.

1. Dad speaking, “In this day and age, it is a common supposition that love comes before marriage, but it is best when love comes after marriage.”

2. Son speaking, “Why father? You speak of love as if it is something destructive. From my experience, a modicum of love can make you forget everything including your troubles, the extreme state of penury you’re in, and the tears falling down your cheeks. Love resuscitates you after life has killed you.”

3. Dad, “Love does make you forget your troubles, and that is exactly the problem. When you fall in love, you can view a slovenly dressed person as extremely attractive. You fall in love with someone you make up in your head and you end up marrying someone who doesn’t exist. I don’t want that for you my child, if love comes after marriage then it will be true love.”

4. Son, “Father I refuse to believe that.”

5. Father, “My son, you are still a novice in life, take it from someone who’s wrinkles represent a life of regret and bad choices. When I was about your age, I fell in love. She was so beautiful, a true goddess. Upon first sight, I knew that she was the woman I dreamt about all my life, I knew she was the one who would capture my heart. She showed interest in me as well, and before I knew it we were lovers. As you know my father was the chief of the tribe, and as his successor, I knew all the tribe’s secrets. I expressed to her my love and how I wished to make her my wife, after that, we began to meet frequently. After we would make love, I would be torpid and tired. She knew this and used this time to ask me about the tribe’s secrets. The fool I was, I would spill everything to her. I told her where my father liked to hide away, where the tribe’s wealth was hidden. I wish I told her these secrets in a succinct manner, but I believe I told her everything in extreme detail. One day, as I was coming home to see my father, I saw her on top of him putting a dagger through his chest. I felt as if that dagger penetrated through my chest. I ran to her and pushed my fingers against her throat asking her why she did this, she finally confessed that she was from a rival tribe. Within seconds I killed her with the hands that used to caress her body. For weeks after that, I was left feeling nebulous trying to differentiate what was fact from fiction. I became chief of the tribe, and married your mother, who I learned to love over time. To recaptitulate, love blinds you my child, so be careful. Let me choose your wife for you, or you shall inherit my wrinkles of regret.”
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 11

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

أنت ملاك

ألم فراقك يا ابنتي الحبيبة يمزقني

والشوق إليك يكويني ويحرقني

.يا أغلى الناس،الحنين اليك يؤرقني

سريرك ملاذي، أقصده ليحضنني

وأشعربيديك حتى ولو لم تلامسني

قلمي ألجأ إليه أملا أن يساعدني

بكلمات لكن رغم بلاغتها تخذلني

.و تعجز أحرفها أن تصفني

لا دواء يا حبيبتي يسكن ما يؤلمني

ما عدا ذكرياتك الجميلة التي تونسني

وإرث يتوجه اسمك كلما ذكر يعطرني

وسيرة أجمع الخلق بأنها شرفتك وتشرفني

أنت ملاك الأمس كان على الأرض يرافقني

.واليوم في السماء عند الرحمن يحرسني
©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة 2011

Sunday, June 12, 2011

English Vocab Cont

Document: My brother wrote a document about the difference between plant and animal cells.

Ability: My father works with people who have the disability to do things we can do.

Commercial: My uncle has a commercial store which sells Cerruti clothes.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 6A

Friday, June 10, 2011

Selected Vocabulary 2

Inflammation: My mother has inflammation in her foot.

Remission: My father’s friend had cancer and now he’s in remission and he is fine now, because the disease left him.
Independence: My parents are so overprotective, they don’t let me do anything fun.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 6A

Tuesday, June 07, 2011


• The selfish sadist who does not seem to care about anything or anyone. He has lost his faith due to a traumatizing incident that happened to him when he was younger. He openly desecrates anything that has religious value to others, because he finds it stupid for people to believe in such things.

• The lazy student who barely comes to class, copies down the main ideas of the lesson from others, and pays no attention to inconsequential details.

• The mad, balding scientist wearing glasses with huge frames, who lives an extremely isolated antisocial lifestyle. Dies old and alone when he is in his mid fifties due to a poisonous concoction that was accidentally slipped into his drink by his pet monkey.

• The old lady who lives alone with her 10 pet cats in an isolated house too big for one person known as the ‘haunted house’. She lays all day in front of the television talking to her cats as she awaits her ‘stories’ to come on. Her cadaverous appearance supports her feeling of feeling dead inside.

• The beneficent successful man who reached his newly found status of wealth by working his way up. He constantly gives back to the poorer members of society, because he understands what they are going through.

• The austere mother who has driven her children away from her as a result of her strict conduct. She is not emotionally attached to her children as a result of her discontent in her marriage to a man 25 years her senior.

Samar Al-Ansari 11.5 
 Jan. 3, ‘04

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Your sister is here

Oh! Dear Daughter,
Your sister is here.

See her name on that building,
 Large and clear

It’s her message telling us
That she is so near.

Ever since, we got on the boat
Her voice has been ringing in my ear,

I feel her hand on my shoulder,
She must be with us here

Through my eyes she is seeing
Paris’s glamour and cheer

A city she would have loved to visit
Had fate allowed her at least a year

I surely feel her presence
That is why I am shedding a tear.

Warmth is creeping into my heart
As I feel her- a feeling I endear

Do not think I am hallucinating,
Nor have any fear

That I lost my mind
Daughter, dear,

But believe in me, and that it is
Your sister’s voice I hear!

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter,

Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)

Friday, June 03, 2011

Samar Al Ansari Award for Girls Soccer,IKNS 2011

Samar Al Ansari Soccer Award:

Every year we present an award in the memory of Samar Al Ansari to encourage the girls to play football just like Samar used to do. I was not one of the lucky ones who met Samar, but I feel like I have known her from what all other teacher said about her. Samar s passion was football among other sports. This award is one of the highest achieving awards available for the girls which has made them flight and show their individual passion and commitment to win throughout the year. Samar has always been a role model to our girls because of her dedication and commitment towards her game that she loved the most. Samar believed in :( Life, like football, is a game of inches. An inch can make the difference between victory and defeat. And if you want to succeed in football or life, you have to fight for every inch. Never take anything for granted. Always keep fighting, even when everything seems stacked against you).

This year the award goes to Lana Basha

Wednesday, June 01, 2011