Dearest Mommy

When you wonder the meaning

of life and love

Know that I am with you

Close your eyes and feel me kissing you

in the gentle breeze across your cheek

When you begin to doubt that you shall ever see me again

Quiet your mind and hear me

I am in the whisper of the heavens

Speaking of your love

When you lose your identity

When you question who you are

where you are going

Open your heart and see me

I am the twinkle in the stars

smiling down upon you

Lighting the path for your journey

When you awaken each morning

Not remembering your dreams

But feeling content and serene

Know that I was with you

Filling your night with thoughts of me

When you linger in the remnant pain

Wholeness seeming so unfamiliar

Think of me Know that I am with you

Touching you thru the shared tears of a gentle friend

Easing the pain

As the sunrise illuminates the desert sky

In that breathtaking brilliance, awaken your spirit

Think of our time together, all too brief, but ever brilliant

When you were certain of us, together

When you were certain of your destiny

Know that God created that moment in time,

Just for us

Dear Cheyenne © 1996 revised 1998 by Joanne Cacciatore All Rights Reserved
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Ranch/8207/dearmom.html

My First Grade One Journal Cont...(7)

Why Sarah Cried

Once upon a time, there was a girl called Sarah. One day she sat at the table crying! So one boy asked her:" Why are you crying?"
She answered," My dog died, I got an F on my exams, and I got fireworks to school!"
"Waah!" The girl cried.
The boy asked:" Why didn't you study for your exams?"
She answered: Because I spent the whole week going to my dog's funeral".
"Why don't you buy a new dog?"
"That's not a bad idea!" she said more cheerfully.
"Why did you bring fireworks to school?" he asked.
"Because I bought them for somebody who I think is cool" she answered.
"Go to the washroom and wash your face, and then come back and start a new page in your life!" he exclaimed.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
Feb 2,1999

Teacher's comment: This is really rather good. You certainly are working hard to be a good writer. Well done!!√√

هل هناك نصف يا أبي؟

أبي، أحزني هو الذي عنه الكثير من الأدباء كتب وما ذكرته الخنساء وغيرها بالرثاء في روائع الأدب؟ لا اعتقد! فألمي لا يوجد مرادفا له بقواميس الغرب والعرب ولا وصفا لما في عيوني من آسى وغيوم وسحب ولا تعبيرا صادقا لوجعي وحرقة قلبي الذي ينتحب أبي، هل لديك اليوم قولا آخر من كلامك الحلو العذب؟ كلام الأمس الذي كنت تردده كي لا أحزن وأكتئب حمليني نصف همك يا ابنتي، سأريحك من التعب "فنصف الألف خمسمائة، أعطيني نصفا يا من أحب كيف ستشاركني اليوم بنصف؟ إنه لأمر صعب أعلم أنك تود لو تأخذ مني الألف، يا أبي المحب وتعيدني إلى ابنة الأمس، قبل أن سمرا تغب وتضمني إلى صدرك، صدرك الواسع الرحب وتطمأني بقولك "إن خبر موت سمر إشاعة وكذب صدقيني يا ابنتي وأزيلي عنك الهم والكرب "ستعود الحبيبة وتنير حياتك وتضئ لك الدرب عذراً أبي، أنظر إلي وحدق في عيوني عن كثب أترى الألف نصفا أم ضعفا أم كما يجب؟ كلام الماضي كان يفعل المعجزات والعجب وكان يزيل همومي و يهدئ قلبي المضطرب ولكن ابنتك اليوم لا نصف لفجيعتها كيفما أحتسب فقد فقدت يا أبي قطعة مني وأغلى من أحب

رنده ربحي حما ده

(أم سمر)

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة ©2007

My First Grade One Journal Cont...(6)

Don't Tell Me

Please don't tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your child too,
Please don't tell me my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true,
Please don't tell me my son is in a better place,
Though it is true,
I want him here with me,
Don't tell me someday I'll hear his voice, see his face,
Beyond today I cannot see,
Don't tell me it is time to move on,
Because I cannot,
Don't tell me to face the fact he is gone,
Because denial is something I can't stop,
Don't tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don't tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I'll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my child,
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for a while,
And please don't hesitate to say his name,
Because it is something I long to hear everyday,
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday.

Source: Judi Walker(In Memory of Shane)Copyright 1998
http://www.ealaindraoi.com/grief_poetry_for_loss_of_a_child.html

كلمات أغنية "الأماكن " لمحمد عبده

الأماكن كلها مشتاقة لك

والعيون اللي ارسم فيها خيالك

والحنين إلي سرى بروحي وجالك

ما هو بس أنا حبيبي

الأماكن كلها مشتاقة لك

كل شي حولي يذكرني بشي

حتى صوتي وضحكتي لك فيها شي

لو تغيب الدنيا عمرك ما تغيب

شوف حالي آه من تطري علي

الأماكن كلها مشتاقة لك

الأماكن إلي مريت أنت فيها

عايشه بروحي وأبيها

..بس لكن ما لقيتك

جيت قبل العطر يبرد

قبل حتى يذوب في صمت الكلام

وأحتريتك

كنت أظن الريح جابت

عطرك يسلم علي

كنت أظن الشوق جابك

تجلس بجنبي شوي

كنت أظن .. وكنت أظن

وخاب ظني

وما بقى بالعمر شي

وأحتريتك

الأماكن كلها مشتاقه لك

المشاعر في غيابك ذاب

فيها كل صوت

والليالي من عذابك

عذبت فيني السكوت

وصرت خايف لا تجيني

لحظة يذبل فيها قلبي

وكل أوراقي تموت

آه لو تدري حبيبي

كيف أيامي بدونك

تسرق العمر وتفوت

الأمان وين الأمان

وأنا قلبي من رحلت

ما عرف طعم الأمان

ليش كل ما جيت اسأل
هالمكان الماضي يقول اسمع

ما هو بس أنا حبيبي

الأماكن كلها مشتاقه لك

(سمر كانت معجبة بالفنان محمد عبده)

My First Grade One Journal Cont...(5)

كل عام و أنتم بخير --سمر الصف الأول الأبتدائي

"سئلت "لماذا؟

سئلت "لماذا كل هذا الحزن الحزين؟
"والسواد الذي يجتاحك وما تلبسين؟

أجبت بأن ابنتي ذهبت عند الأمين
أمانة استردها مني رب العالمين
وما علي إلا الثبات والصبر مع الصابرين
وأدعو لها بالرحمة وأشكر الله على أولادي الباقين
ولكن ملامحك تغيرت يا أخت المسلمين"
"أكل هذا يحدث عندما نفقد إحدى المحبين؟

لا، ففقدان فلذات الأكباد غير الآخرين
دولاب الزمن انعكس واخذ الأبناء قبل الوالدين
نعم أصبحت لا أعرف ملامحي فكأنني تجاوزت الستين
فالحريق الذي بداخلي لا يشعر به إلا المحروقين
ولوعة فراقها أحبسها مع نزيف قلبي الدفين
حملت بها وشعرت بأول ركلة وهي ببطني جنين
وأرضعتها وكبرتها وأصبحت من المتفوقين
ورفعت رأسي أمام رب العباد والمؤمنين
فكانت حبيبتي كاملة ومن أبرع المتحدثين
أدخلت السرور إلى قلوب الأغراب قبل المحبين
وحزنت على جميع الفقراء والمحرومين
وتعذبت لعذاب أطفال الحجارة بفلسطين
وتمنت بأن تكون من أبناء الوطن الطيبين
فخططت لتساهم ببناء هذا البلد الأمين
كيف لي أن لا أتغير وقد رحلت إلى جوار سيد المرسلين؟
وردة قطفت قبل أن تزهر فحطمت قلبي المسكين
ملاك على الأرض شهد بذلك الشاهدين
أدعو لها بالفردوس أما أنا فبالله دومـاً استعين
وأسلم أمري للخالق وأردد إن لله وان إليه راجعين

رنده ربحي حماده
( أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة ©2007

SAMAR's Drawings(11)

"What makes a friend?"

A friend is still your friend when you are apart.
A friend helps you.
A friend respects you.
A friend will not dump you for another person.
A friend defends you.
A friend cares about you.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
September 6,1998

My First Grade One Journal Cont...(4)

أريد أن نلتقي

أريد يا حييتي سمر أن نلتقي
عودي إلى سماء عالمنا وحلقي
وبلسانك العذب، اسمي انطقي
" وبصوتك قولي" أمي لا تقلقي
وعنقي بيديك الناعمتين طوقي
وعطري الذي تحبيه، استنشقي
يا شمس الحبيبة سمر، أشرقي
وذكرى شارع المحرق احرقي
والأحزان التي طوقتنا، فرقي
وأعيدي نور بيتنا وبالمرح أرفقي
عودي سمر وعلى حالي أشفقي
وبابنا وأبواب المحبين، اطرقي
سمر،انظري إلى عيوني وحدقي
نعم، أنا أمك حبيبتك نفسها، صدقي
ذبلت بعد رحيلك ولا داعي أن تتحققي
سلمت أمري للوهاب، واهب الصبر لمن يتقي
فأنا صابرة، لن أعيدك وأنت عند الخالق
كنت أمانة واستردك، وبإذنه يوما سنلتقي

رنده ربحي حماده
( أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة ©2007

My First Grade One Journal Cont...(3)

Over The Rainbow

I think of her all the time, everywhere I go, when I rest my head on the pillow at night, when I see carefree young girls enjoy their youth together, when I hear birds sing, when I admire a beautiful scenery during my travels, when I walk through beautiful places, I think of her always, especially when I spend time in her home country. Her spirit is everywhere. The memory of her never leaves me, never...
Yasmine

Over The Rainbow(Arlen-Harburg)

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

There's a land that I heard of

Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream

Really do come true

Some day I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemondrops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds flyBirds fly over the rainbow

Why then, oh why can't I?

Some day I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemondrops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow

Why, oh why can't I?

My First Grade One Journal Cont...(2)

My First Grade One Journal Cont ...(1)

لا اعتراض

لا اعتراض يا رب العباد

فالموت حق من قبل ثمود وعاد

ورثناه من الآباء والأجداد

ولا يفر أحد منه حتى لو برجا أشاد

وتحصن بداخله أو حكم البلاد

رغم ذلك، لا أحد يستقبله باستعداد

خاصة عندما يخطف فلذات الأكباد

دون أن يرحم أم سمر أو أبا زياد

فيدمر حياتهم ويبدأ الحداد

على شباب سلب قبل تحقيق الأمجاد

سارقا منهم البهجة و ملبسهم السواد

لا اعتراض ربي ورب أدم وكل العباد

رنده حماده
( أم سمر)
© 2007 جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Ayna Thahabti?

qara2t... wa qara2t, wa thomma qara2t...

lam ajid kalimaton tashro7o masha3ari...

aalaami, boka2i, 9ay7aty wa ma baqiya minny..

qara2to abyaton ba3d abyat

wa lam ajido alkilmat allaty taskononi...

a7aseeson bila masha3ir, aw masha3iron bala a7asees?

lam ya3od yabqa farqan bayna 7ozoni wa fara7i

bayna joloosi wa nawmy...

bayna 7olomi wa 7ayati...

ra7alty doona an towadi3eenana... doon ibtisamatoki...

ra7atly 3annana we na7no nantathira 3awdataki...

ayna thahabti? irja3i...

irja3i ilayna, illa a7baboki...

irja3i ila 7ayatan qad boniyat 7awlaki...

illa ommon tantithar 9awtaki, wa abon yantathiro bohjatoki...

3oodi ila donya qad banayteeha..

3oodi ila rifqatin hajarteeha...

ayna thahabti? irja3i...

sahirt, wa 6aal sahari

jaffa jafni

ta3iba boka2i

ba77a 9ora5i

7azina kitabi..

kitabi allathi sajjal kolla masha3iri

kitabi allathi nathar illay abki, wa mazal yanthor...

awraqi allati mala2at-ha domoo3i month sineen

domoo3on 7ilwa, 6ayyiba, domoo3o fara7...

al2aan qad 7azinat bisabab domoo3i al 7amraa2..

domoo3on laysat bal domoo3...

domoo3on 7amraa2, dimaa2...

bokaa2on lam abkeeh min qabl

wa ana antathiro 3awdatoki ya samraa2...

antathiro basmatoki, ish3a3atoki...

antathiro mashyatoki amami illy 9af il 3arabi

wa 5oroojoki qabli fi 9a7 al deen...

antathiro 3yoonoki allati la tarani

la tola7ithonila

la ta3rifoni illa bi ismi...

la tara qalbi, wala masha3iri...

wa la ta3rifo innani 7atta alaan antathiroki ya samar...

wa ana antathir wa ofakkir ayna thahabti...

ayna thahabti

ayna thahabti...

Anonymous

لقاء مع الدكتور عبد الرحمن مصيقر،الصف التاسع

حفرنا اسمك

حفرنا اسمك على مقعد وأهديناه للمدرسة التي جدرانها احتضنوك
وزرعنا نخلة لتثمر حبا لأترابك وللذين عزعليهم أن يفارقوك
وعندما مشيتُ في أرجائها وجدتُ أن حتى درجاتها يعاتبوك
فدرج المدرسة سألني" لماذا أتيتِ؟ لا نريدك بل سمرا أرجوك
ابنة خلدون التي تنبأنا لها العلى ولكن قبل الأوان كفنوك

وئِدَت كل التنبؤات التي توقعناها لك بالثرى بعد أن دفنوك

أربعة عشر عاما قضيتيها معنا وجميع الطلبة والمعلمين أحبوك
حتى المقاعد التي جلست عليها واحد تلو الآخر ينادوك
الكتب والكراريس والدفاتر والأوراق والأقلام يبكوك
وفريق الكرة الذي أحببته وجمعية الشرف يفتقدوك
"يا أم سمر أين المتفوقة خفيفة الظل أجيبي السؤال أرجوك؟
سمر، الدقائق والساعات والأيام والسنين بابن خلدون يتذكروك
ليتني أعيدك إليهم تمرحين بأرجاء مدرستك كما عرفوك
وأعيدك لأحبائك الذين حزنوا على فراقك، ليضموك
فاسمك محفور في قلوبهم ومزيد من الحب لنخلتك، سيسقوك

أم سمر

(رندة حمادة)

©جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة 2007

أكتب قصة تدور أحداثها حول مثل شعبي،ذاكرا العبرة منها

"المثل: " يا داخل بين البصلة وقشرتها ما ينوبك إلا ريحتها

فى يوم من الأيام عندما كنت فى السادسة من عمري حدث شيء لن أنساه. حدثت هذه القصة فى بيتي قبل ست سنوات. .الشخصيات الرئيسية فى قصتي هم أنا بالطبع، أمي، وأخي. والشخصيات الثانوية هم رجال الشرطة
كنت جالسة فى غرفة التلفزيون وسمعت أحداً يتكلم بصوت عالٍ، فذهبت لأتفحص الأمر، سمعت الصوت من غرفة أخي عمر الذي كان في التاسعة من عمره. ذهبت إلى غرفته وسمعته يقول: " سأقتل، الحمار كيندي! ". لم استطع ان افهم ما قاله أخي، هل هو مجنون؟. ذهبت إلى أمي وقلت لها: " ماما، ماما، عمر بيقتل ريال اسمه كيندي!" قالت لي أمي:" بلا

" سخافتش،أنامشغولة، روحي

"لم استطع أن آكل، فذهبت إلى غرفة الجلوس واتصلت بالشرطة! أجاب الشرطي وقال: " السلام عليكم، ما المشكلة؟
"!وقلت: " أخوي سيقتل ريال اسمه كيندي
" من أنتِ ؟ " -
. " أنا سمر وأخوي عمر سيقتل ريال أسمه كيندي!"-
" هل أنت متأكدة ؟ "-
. "نعم، سمعته يقول هذا "-
"! أعطيني عنوانش وبنيي فوراً " -
"انتظرت حوالي ربع ساعة وجاءت الشرطة، ففتحت لهم أمي الباب وقالت: " نعم، هل اقدر ان أساعدكم؟
!" نبي نتحشى مع عمر الحين "-
"! بالطبع "-
"! جاء عمر وقالو له: " سمعنا انك ستقتل كيندي، يلا بتروح السجن الحين
"فقال عمر: " أنا ما باقتل أحد، من قال لكم هذا الكلام؟
. " أختك سمر "-
"! سمر، أوو، أنا أعرف أنا كنت أتدرب على مسرحية المدرسة " قتل جون اف كيندي"، وأنا ألعب دور القاتل "-
"! أوو، يا سمر لازم تنتبهي "-
ذهبت الشرطة، وقالت لي أمي: " يا سمر، أريد أن أقولش شيء لازم تفهيمي زين. فى مثل عربي يقول: " يا داخل بين البصلة وقشرتها، ماينوبك إلا ريحتها ". يعني هذا المثل ان إذا تدخلت في أمور لا تخصك سوف تفشلين وتندمين انك "تدخلت فى هذا الأمر
شعرت بكثير من الخجل ، واستفدت الكثير من هذا المثل. من قال هذا المثل على حق، لا يجب ان نتدخل في أمور لا تخصنا، لأننا سنشعر بالخجل ونندم إننا دخلنا فى الأمر مثلي أنا

سمر الانصاري
السابع- ج

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

What Ramadan Means to Me

What Ramadan means to me is that Ramadan is a holy month; it is the month when the Quran came to earth. In Ramadan you have to be kind to people and you can't swear or say bad words or lie. And you have to pay the poor people. The most important thing is that you have to fast .But if you are too young or pregnant or if your traveling to far places or if you are old. And you can eat when it's time for the Maghreb prayer.

What I like about Ramadan is the food! I like the Futoor food and the dessert. I like cheese sambosas and Lukimat!

In Ramadan you have to read a lot of Quran. There is a special prayer in Ramadan that is called the Taraweeh prayer that you pray after the Isha'a prayer.

When you are fasting, you can wake up early in the morning before the Fajr prayer and eat but you do not have to but it is better. It is better to eat at Suhoor: toast, cereal, banana, sandwich, milk, water and do not eat anything that makes you thirsty.

Samar Al Ansari
Dec 22, 1998
Grade 5D

You Have Been Cruel To Me

You have been cruel to me
O Time, when you took away my young one,

You have been cruel to me
When you took my beloved Samar,

You have been cruel to me
When you abducted her,
Moments before she could say goodbye

You have been cruel to me
When you amputated a part of me
Disfiguring my being

You have been cruel to me
As you extinguished the light of my eyes
And plucked my rose from my garden

You have been cruel to me
When I received condolences for her
Two months after being congratulated

You have been cruel to me
When you took away my smile
And replaced it with sadness

You have been cruel to me
For not giving her time
To fulfill her dreams

You have been cruel to me
When you aborted the dreams
That we shared together

You have been cruel to me
For you made each mother’s nightmare
My constant reality

You have been cruel to me
Despite the patience that adorned me
And despite my faith

You have been cruel to me
Despite my knowledge
That everything on earth will vanish

You have been cruel to me
O Time, she has departed leaving me
Impotent, standing still

You have been cruel to me,
O Time, if only death did not call her,
But called me

Samar, you will always remain
The most beautiful name
My tongue constantly repeats.


From : SAMAR, Sunset and Sunrise
page 52
By: Randah Ribhi Hamadeh,2007 Copyright©

Translated: Lina Ribhi Hamadeh

شهر رمضان أتى يا سمر

شهر رمضان أتى يا سمر، ليتك معنا لتفرحين
والبشرى لصديقاتك بقدومه، تزفين
فكم كنتِ سعيدة لأن الشهر ستصومين
وكم كنتِ إلى هذا الشهر الفضيل تتطلعين
أمي رمضان أجمل الأشهر" كنت ترددين"
أحب الذهاب إلى التراويح لأصلي وتصلين"
وأمي على صلاة الفجر أريدك أن توقظين
"لأقرأ القرآن وأصلي وأدعو لرب العالمين
كم كنت تأتي إلى المطبخ يا حبيبتي وتنادين
اتركي كل شيء حتى المسلسل معي تشاهدين"
"ولاحقا سآتي لمساعدتك لنجهز الطعام، لا تخافين
من سيأكل المأكولات التي تحبينها يا سمر وتشتهين؟
والتمر السعودي اللذيذ الذي غيره لا ترغبين
والشاي يا حبيبتي بعد الإفطار، كنت لي تقدمين
"وتسأليني" أتريدين فنجان القهوة الآن أم تنتظرين؟
ها هو رمضان أتى وأنت يا حبيبتي من الراحلين
كيف ستكون حالتي يا ابنتي وأنت لا تشاركين؟
وكيف سأجلس على مائدة الإفطار وأنت لا تجلسين؟
سمر! أراك حزينة وكأنك تقولين "أمي لا تتألمين
دموعي سأذرفها من السماء لأجلك يا أغلى الغاليين
وسأكون على يمينك بالإفطار والسحور أجمعين
ليس المهم أن تريني ولكن الأهم أنك بي تشعرين
رمضان صعب عليك أكثر من باقي الصائمين
ولكن مزيدا من الصبر إن شاء الله يا أمي ستنالين
"صدقيني أمي لن ينساك ربي، رب العالمين
أم سمر
(رنده حماده)

2007©جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

What is your favourite memory? Why?

My favourite memory was two years ago when we had a family reunion in my house. All my mother’s brothers, sisters, and her mom and dad came. I had the best time with my cousins and I really enjoyed it. My mom’s family haven’t been together all as one family in eighteen years, and they were more than happy. When I’d stare into their eyes, I’d see happiness and that made me feel great. We took a lot of pictures and every one of us will remember that day till the day we die. I enjoyed it very much because I knew every body was happy, and I was so happy! The others enjoyed it because they were together for the first time in eighteen years. We felt closer to each other than we ever felt before, and how that felt is beyond explaining since it’s so wonderful. All of these wonderful feelings were felt by all of us thanks to my wonderful mother. My mom is Palestinian and when they lost Palestine she and her family felt they lost some thing forever, but at the family reunion they felt that they still had some of it in their hearts and family. When it ended I felt so bad and all these feelings went away. I look back at that memory with no regrets, and wish I could live it over again. When I think of my favourite memory nothing can spoil the jolly mood I’m in. Some people might think that it’s just a family reunion, but to me it’s more than that and it will always remain more than that, because it is my favourite memory.

Samar Al Ansari

Class 7 C

SAMAR's Drawings (10), Class 5D

Gulf Daily News (Sept.5th,2007)

Lesson for drivers in mother's tribute

BY LES HORTON

Police are out in force with the start of the new school term, to try to cut the number of rush-hour accidents, particularly those involving children. They are also working hard to spread the safety message to all drivers, in a country where congestion and a mass of roadworks has heightened people's impatience.
Sadly, most of them will not listen to the police, for there is a new-found arrogance on the roads here amongst people who think they are more important than the law or the safety of others.
But perhaps even some of the worst offenders might listen to Randah Hamadeh, whose deeply moving poem about the death of her 18-year-old daughter Samar Ahmed Al Ansari appeared in yesterday's GDN.
Samar was killed in a road accident in Bahrain a year ago and her mother's poem puts into words the pain inflicted on her family by her loss.
"There is no pain like a mother's pain,
Who is unable to see her daughter again."
Powerful words from a mother whose child was ripped from her in an accident which happened in just a split second.
That the poem was accompanied by a photograph of a beautiful, smiling Samar gives even greater impact to the message of distress sent out from a mother's heart.
The death rate on Bahrain's roads is appalling and the GDN, along with the country's other newspapers, often carries the headlines and photographs that herald yet another tragedy.
But cold news reports cannot express how those left behind must be feeling at the loss of a father, mother, son, daughter, brother or sister - they cannot show the empty chair at the breakfast table, or the void in grieving loved ones' hearts.
Statistics put out by traffic officials may shock us briefly, but in the end they are just numbers, quickly forgotten by those who read them, then get back behind the wheel of their car.
Perhaps the police should ask Samar's mum for permission to reproduce her poem and include it in the pamphlets it uses for its safety campaigns, to remind potentially reckless drivers of the human cost of their arrogance.
lhorton@gdn.com.bh

تلخيص قصة شرطي المرور

كان هنالك صبي اسمه سمورة أصيب بإعاقة منذ صغره، فقد أصيب بشلل في ساقيه. وكان هناك فتى آخر دائماً يزور سمورة، وفي يوم من الأيام سأله: " ما أمنيتك في الحياة؟ " فأجابه سمورة: " أن أصبح شرطي مرور. " تعجب الفتى كل التعجب، وسمع بعض الأولاد حديث سمورة وصاحبه. فقال غلام من مجموعة الأولاد لسمورة أن المشلول لا يستطيع أن يصبح شرطي مرور. غضب سمورة كل الغضب وتشاجر مع الغلام، وحدثت لسمورة المعجزة. ففي أثناء شجارهما وقف سمورة على رجليه ورمى بنفسه على الغلام. بدأ سمورة يفكر أنه إذا وقف على قدميه من قبل لماذا لا يصبح الأمر طبيعياً؟ فأخذ سمورة التدريب على الوقوف على قدميه كل يوم وبعزيمته وإصراره تحققت المعجزة وأصبح سمورة شرطي مرور. مغزى هذه القصة أن بالعزيمة والإرادة يستطيع الإنسان أن يصبح ما يريد ويحقق أي شيء

سمر الانصاري
الصف التاسع

هيثم الجهرمي كتب

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

يا أيتها النفس المطمئنة ارجعي الى ربك راضية مرضية فادخلي في عبادي وادخلي جنتي

صدق الله العظيم

...الدكتورة الفاضلة رندة حمادة... الدكتور العزيز أحمد الأنصاري

السلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته...الحمد لله رب العالمين والصلاة والسلام على أشرف الأنبياء والمرسلين و على آله و صحبه أجمعين

...أم عمر
بقلوب مؤمنة بقضاء الله وقدره، اكتب لك في ذكرى انتقال سمر الى جوار ربها الكريم. إنا لله وإنا إليـه راجعـون ولا حـول ولا قـوة إلا بالله. اللهم وسـع قبرها ونورها. اللهم أرحمها وأغفـر لها. اللهم يا رحمان الدنيا والآخره ورحيمهما ارحمها وارحم والديها عن رحمة من سواك. اللهم انزل نورا من نورك عليها. اللهم نور لها قبرها ووسع مدخله وآنس وحشته يا الله. اللهم أغفر لها وارحمها واعف عنها واكرم نزلها يا رحمن. اللهم ابدلها دارا خيرا من دارها . واهلا خيرا من اهلها اللهم انقلها من ضيق اللحود ومن مراتع الدود الى جناتك جنات الخلود لا اله الا انت يا حنان يا منان يا بديع السموات والارض تغمد اختي سمر برحمتك يا ارحم الراحمين. اللهم اطعمها من الجنة واسقها من الجنة وارها مكانها من الجنة وقل لها أدخلي من أي باب تشاء. اللهم ان سمر في ذمتك وحبل جوارك فقها من فتنة القبر وعذاب النار وانت اهل الوفاء والحق فاغفر لها وارحمها انك انت الغفور الرحيم. اللهم ان اختي سمرعبدتك بنت عبدتك تحتاج الى رحمتك وانت غني عن عذابها فارحمها يا الله. اللهم وارزقها لذة النظر الى وجهك والشوق الى لقاءك. اللهم ارجع نفسها اليك راضية مرضيه وادخلها في جنتك مع عبادك الصالحين. اللهم انت غني ونحن الفقراء فانت غني ونحن الفقراء فانت غني من عذابها فارحمها. اللهم ادخلها جنتك وكرمك جنات النعيم. اللهم اني اسالك الفردوس الاعلى نزلا لها في كل صلاة لنا. اللهم وابني لها بيتا في الجنة واجعل بملتقانا هناك. اللهم واسقها من حوض نبيك محمد صلى الله عليه و آله و سلم شربة هنيئة مريئة لا يظمأ بعدها ابدا. اللهم واظلها تحت عرشك يوم لا ظل الا ظلك ولا باقي الا وجهك . اللهم بيض وجهها يوم تبيض الوجوه وتسود وجوه اللهم يمن كتابها . اللهم وثبت قدمها يوم تزل فيها الاقدام . اللهم اكتبها عندك من الصالحين والصديقين والشهداء والاخيار والابرار . اللهم اكتبها عندك من الصابرين وجازها و والديها جزاء الصابرين اللهم اني اسالك في هذه الساعة ان كانت سمر في سرور فزدها في سرورها ومن نعيمك عليها. اللهم اجعل مرضها كفارة لجميع ذنوبها . واجعل آخر عذابها عذاب الدنيا. اللهم ثبتها بالقول الثابت وارفع درجتها واغفر خطيئتها وثقل موازينها. اللهم حاسبها حسابا يسيرا يامن هو ارحم من عباده بانفسهم ومن الام بولدها. اللهم استقبلها عندك خالية من الذنوب والخطايا واستقبلها بمحض ارادتك وعفوك وانت راض عنها غير غضبان عليها. اللهم افتح لها ابواب جنتك وابواب رحمتك اجمعين. اللهم اني اسالك يا حنان يا منان يا بديع السموات والارض يا ذا الجلال والاكرام. اللهم يا باسط اليدين بالعطايا يا قريب يا مجيب دعوة الداع اذا دعاه يا حنان يا منان يا رب يا ارحم الراحمين يا بديع السموات والارض يا احد يا صمد اعطي سمر من خير ما اعطيت به نبيك محمد صلى الله عليه و آله وسلم عطاء ماله من نفاد من مالك خزائن السموات والارض . عطاء عظيما من رب غظيم . عطاء ماله من نفاد عطاء انت له اهل عطاء يليق بجلال وجهك وعظيم سلطانك. اللهم اغفر لسمر وارحمها عدد من قالها ويقولها القائلون من اول الدهر الى آخره عدد من احصاه كتاب الله واحاط به علمه واضعاف ذلك اضعاف مضاعفه وكل ضعف يتضاعف من ذلك مضاعفة ابد الابد ومنتهى العدد بلا أمد لا يحيط به الا علمه.اللهم عظم منزلتها عندك واغفر لها وارحمها. اللهم أنك عفوا كريم تحب العفو فاعفوا عنها عفوا كريما. اللهم اغسلها من الذنوب و خطاياه بالماء والثلج والبرد. اللهم نقي خطاياها كما ينقي الثـوب الأبيض من الدنس. اللهم اجعل قبره روضة من رياض الجنة. اللهم ابعث الأمن و السكينة عند أهلها و أصحابها. اللهم و اجعل هذا ان شاء الله أخر الأحزان انك سميع الدعاء. هذا و وبشر الصابرين الذين اذا صابتهم مصيبة قالوا انا لله وانا اليه راجعون. انا لله وانا اليه راجعون
هيثم جهرمي

عام مضى يا ابنتي الحبيبة سمر-جريدة الوقت

A Year Has Passed, Gulf Daily News

A Year Has Passed

A broken heart, mine has become
From a pain that is only known to some

There is no pain like a mother's pain
Who is unable to see her daughter again

A year has gone, my precious one
When you said, "Mum, come watch the sun"

Hours later, you were called to heaven above
Leaving me astounded and all those you love

No tears can wash away the grief in my heart
Your death has ripped it to pieces apart

The amazing woman you have grown
Blessed with many things, let wit alone

Has been chosen to leave early, by the Lord
Something that no one can prevent, young or old

Although eighteen, yet left life with a mark
An older person could not have been able to spark

A remarkable young woman that no one can replace
Believe me Samar, no one can fill your empty space

All my life for you, dear daughter I will grieve
One year has passed my love, do you believe?

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2007, Copyright©

First English Poem Written by Um Samar

Written in loving memory of my daughter, Samar Ahmed Al Ansari

عام مضى يا ابنتي الحبيبة سمر

قطفت أيتها الوردة الجميلة قبل الأوان
ها هو عام مضى منذ رحيلك عند الرحمن
ولكن اسمك لا يزال يردده الأغراب قبل الخلان
وسيرتك تدوي يا حبيبتي في أرجاء كل مكان
وعبيرك يا أحلى وأعبق زهرة في البستان
عطّر الحبيب والغريب فغار منك الريحان
محبوبة الجميع أنت، رأي لا يختلف عليه اثنان
فحب الناس لك واضحا ً، لا سر به ولا كتمان

تحليت يا ابنتي بصفات نادرة بين شباب هذا الزمان
مميزة حتى بعد الموت، شامخة كشجرة السنديان
والأثر الذي تركته له صدى وبالذاكرة رنان
وذكراك يا روحي لحن من أجمل الألحان
واسمك أصبح يا سمر يعرف من غير عنوان
يردده الكثيرون بفخر وعز وحب ووجدان
كم من الخلق عاش عمرا مديدا و لم يذكر بالعرفان
وكم من الناس رحلوا ولم يشعر لهم أحد بالفقدان
وأنت رغم عمرك الصغير، أشعت غمامة من الأحزان
وتركت يا ابنتي برحيلك فراغا لا يملأه أي إنسان
وأذقت يا حبيبتي من عرفك لوعة الفراق والحرمان
وأغرقت يا صغيرتي أحبائك بدموع كالطوفان

فترحم عليك، ودعا لك، وتلا على روحك الجميع القرآن
أيتها الغالية، أود أن أقول لك بأنني مدينة لك بالعرفان
فبحياتك وبموتك رفعت رأسنا، يا ابنة الرابع من نيسان
وحصدنا يا حبيبتي، مما زرعته من خير وإحسان
وانهمر علينا من كل قطر الحب والعطف والحنان
لا أحد يصد الردى فالخالق وحده عليه سلطان
ولكنك ستبقين حية لذكراك الطيبة، لا مجال للنسيان
وسيبقى اسمك يا حبيبة قلبي، سمر يزين كل لسان

رنده ربحي حماده

(أم سمر)
©جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة ، 2007

One Sweet Day

Link to hear the song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-gZOEt-Jlo

Lyrics: Mariah Carey - One Sweet Day (feat. Boyz II Men)

Sorry, I never told you, all I wanted to say.
Now it's too late to hold you.
'Cause you've flown away, so far away.

Never, Had I imagined, yeah, living without your smile.
Feelin' and knowing you hear me.
It keeps me alive. Alive!

And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,
Like so many friends we've lost along the way,
And I know eventually we'll be together.
One sweet day.

Picture a little scene from Heaven.

Darling, I never showed you.
Assumed you'd always be there.
I took your presence for granted.
But I always cared
And I miss the love we shared.

And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven.
Like so many friends we've lost along the way.
And I know eventually we'll be together.
One sweet day.

Picture a little scene from Heaven.

Although, the sun will never shine the same,
I'll always look to a brighter day.

Yeah, Lord, I know, when I lay me down to sleep,
You'll always listen, as I pray!

And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,
Like so many friends we've lost along the way,
And I know eventually we'll be together.
One sweet day.

And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,
Like so many friends we've lost along the way,
And I know eventually we'll be together.
One sweet day.

Sorry, I Never told you, all I wanted to say

Source:www.lyrics007.com/Mariah%20Carey%20Lyrics/One%20Sweet%20Day%20(feat.% 20Boyz%20II%20Men)%20Lyrics.html

If I could be famous for anything,what would it be?Why?

If I could be famous for anything I would want to be famous for my jokes, I want to be a famous comedian. I want this more than I want anything else, because when people laugh at my jokes it makes me feel so good inside. I wouldn’t want my occupation to be a comedian, but I want to do this for fun when I’m studying in college. Jokes to me are one of the most important things in the world and laughter is like music to my ears. One of the most important things about my jokes is that they make other people feel happy. I mean, think about it if you had such a tiring day at work, wouldn’t you want to come to a joint and listen to Samar Al Ansari’s jokes. Some people say that jokes are silly but I want to prove them wrong and point out that jokes have an important role in our society. I want to make up jokes that are suitable for kids and adults at the same time. When I’m walking down the streets, I want people to point and whisper, “That’s Samar.” My comedian name will still be Samar, because it’s a very pretty name. I also want to show people that being a comedian, isn’t a very silly and stupid job, you have to write the jokes and most importantly have “spunk”. That’s one of my most important goals and I hope that one day it will come true to make me and other people happy.

Samar Al Ansari

Class 7 C

SAMAR's Art Work (6)

My Hopes and Goals for Grade 7

My hopes and goals for grade seven are:

I hope to be quieter and more attentive in class. I don’t want my grades to drop, and I want them to be as good or even better than last year. I also hope that teachers don’t give us very hard work. I want to live up to my expectations, and be the best student I can be. I hope that the lockers won't always be crowded, but I know that will never happen. I hope I also get used to the change of lifestyle around here. My biggest goal ever this year is to remain friends with my friends in different classes. I want to be in the tennis club this year and in the football club. I hope all of these come true, let me rephrase that! I will try my best to make them come true.

Samar Al Ansari
Class 7 C

When you feel Lonely

When you feel Lonely

When a person you love passes away

Look to the night sky on a clear day.

The star that to you, appears to be bright,

Will be your loved one,Looking upon you during the night.

The lights of heaven are what shows through

As your loved one watches all that you do.

When you feel lonely for the one that you love,

Look to the Heavens in the night sky above.

Author unknown

أمي، لماذا كل يوم ؟

أمي، لماذا كل يوم تبكين
علما بأنني عند أرحم الرحمين؟

أمي، لماذا كل هذا الدمع تذرفين
ولكن عند ذكر اسمي تبتسمين؟

أمي، لماذا كل يوم تنادين
وأنا بالثرى كما أنت تعلمين؟

أمي، لماذا كل يوم اسمي تذكرين
مرات ومرات ولا تضجرين؟

أمي، لماذا كل يوم تتحدثين
عن طفولتي وصباي وكثرة المحبين؟

أمي، لماذا بأزهار الحديقة تحدقين
والسلام مع الطيور، إليّ ترسلين؟

أمي، لماذا تبحثين عني وأنت تسيرين
وتجلسين بالبيت، قدومي تنتظرين؟

أمي، أعلم أنك الدعاء إلي توجهين
بصلواتك إلى رب العالمين

أمي، أعلم أنك كل يوم صورتي تقبلين
وتضمينها إلى صدرك وتحضنين

أمي، أعلم أن كل يوم أشيائي تلمسين
وعن رائحتي في ملابسي تبحثين

أمي، أعلم أنك الآن تسمعين
تسجيلاتي لكي بإحساسي تشعرين

تلك الموسيقى المزعجة، كما كنت إياها تلقبين
وعلى عدم تشغيلها إياي تناشدين

سبحان الله كل هذا الحب لي تكنين
ولإخوتي يا أمي، يا أغلى الغاليين

أمي، صبر أيوب أنت تصبرين
وبالأيمان والحب، اليأس تقاومين

وسور من القرآن الكريم تتلين
واسم الله عز وجل دوما ترددين

أمي، رغم أنني من الراحلين
لكنني معك في كل مكان تذهبين

أمي، لم أكن قط أماً لأشعر بما تشعرين
ولكنك أمي فأعرف بما تحسين

أمي، داؤك لن يشفيه إلا لقاؤنا، أنت تعلمين
اشتقت إليك أمي كما إليّ تشتاقين

أمي، رحلت عنك أرجو أن تسامحين
ليتني أعود للحظة أضمك وتضمين

أمي، لا يوجد مرسال لدي لأحدثك كما تحدثين
"لأقول "أحبك أمي ... أحبك أمي ... كما تحبين

أم سمر

©جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Zahra Dawood Sent

A Poem That Gives You Goosebumps...

A drunken man in an Oldsmobile

they said had run the light.

That caused the six-car pileup

on 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about

and blood was everywhere,

The sirens screamed out eulogies,

for death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car,

was heard above the noise,

Her plaintive plea near split the air,

"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

She fought to loose her pinned hands,

she struggled to get free,

But mangled metal held her fast

in grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused

on where the back seat once had been,

But all she saw was broken glass and

two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen,

she did not hear them cry,

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,

"Oh, God, don't let them die!

Then firemen came and cut her loose,

but when they searched the back,

They found therein no little boys,

but the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad

and was traveling alone,

But when they turned to question her,

they discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild

and screaming above the noise

In beseeching supplication,

"Please help me find my boys!"

"They're four years old and wear blue shirts,

their jeans are blue to match."

One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,

and they don't have a scratch."

"They said their daddy put them there,

and gave them each a cone,

"Then told them both to wait for Mom

to come and take them home."

"I've searched the area high and low,

but I can't find their dad."

"He must have fled the scene,I guess,

and that is very bad.

"The mother hugged the twins and said,

while wiping at a tear,

"He could not flee the scene,

you see,for he's been dead a year.

"The cop just looked confused and asked,

"Now, how can that be true?

"The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came

and left a kiss for you."

"He told us not to worry

and that you would be all right,

"And then he put us in this car with

the pretty, flashing light.

"We wanted him to stay with us,

because we miss him so,"

"But Mommy, he just hugged us tight

and said he had to go."

"He said someday we'd understand

and told us not to fuss,"

And he said to tell you, Mommy,

"He's watching over us."

The mother knew without a doubt

that what they spoke was true,

For she recalled their dad's last words,

" I will watch over you."

The firemen's notes could not explain

the twisted, mangled car,

And how the three of them escaped

without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed,

in print so very fine,

"An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109"

Author Unknown

SAMAR is a Special Person Cont....(5)

SAMAR is a Special Person Cont....(4)

SAMAR is a Special Person Cont....(3)

سمر أشرقت

أحقا أن ابنتي الحبيبة سمر أشرقت
علما بأن جسور عودتها أتلفت
وأنوار بيتنا جميعها أطفأت
وناراً في قلوبنا أوقدت
وعيوننا عليها بكل لحظة أدمعت
وأحلامنا الجميلة أعدمت

نعم سمر غابت ولكن شمسها أشرقت
فهي الوردة التي في بيتنا أزهرت
والجميلة التي أبواب الأفئدة عليها أوصدت
والتي أفعالها وكلماتها للملأ أعلنت
أنها حتى برحيلها، أضاءت
القلوب وقنديل المحبة أشعلت

أم سمر

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SAMAR is a special person cont....(2)

SAMAR is a special person cont....(1)

SAMAR is a Special Person

ستة أشهر مضت

لا أصدق أن ستة أشهر قد مضت
وأن طائرة رحيلك عن هذا العالم أقلعت
ورحلة عمرك، سفينتها أبحرت
وشمعة حياتك يا ابنتي الحبيبة أطفأت

حقاً لا أعلم كيف أن هذه الدقائق والأيام انقضت
وصاحبة الضحكة والبسمة الجميلة والنكت
خفيفة الظل، التي على حبها الناس أجمعت
لن تعود مهما نستغيث ومهما عيوننا بكت

ذهبت من عالمنا ولكنها مازالت تبرق، ما اختفت
نورها ساطع كالشمس، قلوب كثيرة نورت
ورغم عمرها القصير عيون كثيرة عليها أدمعت
وبخلقها الطيب كالشجرة، حب الناس أثمرت

فطيفها يلازمنا حتى ولو بجسدها ودعت
بكيناك سمر حتى الأرض من دموعنا ارتوت
وجدران منزلنا حزنت عليك ونوحت
وغرفتك عاتبتني فغيرك ما ابتغت

كيف سنعيش من بعدك فحياتنا أظلمت
لكن من أجل عمر وقدر الحياة ما انتهت
ومهما كانت الأيام كالحة ومهما عتمت
أمل لقاؤك سيصبر القلوب التي على فراقك ابتلت

4/3/2007

أم سمر

©جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

How Much I Miss You

Do you know my beloved daughter Samar, how much I miss you?
Do you have any of my news? I wonder.
And how I long for a look from your eyes
And how I wish, even for one last time, to kiss you from head to toe
And how I miss that beautiful smile.
Oh how my hands pine to touch your face,
Wishing if time could only bring you back, merrily playing with your siblings.
Do you know that my comfort is in your notebooks, papers and what you have written?
I read every line and my memory takes me to what your eyes read
And that I now wear the bracelet and watch that adorned your wrist.
Do you know that I pray each raqa’a in your room and direct my dua’a to you?
My yearning pulls me to sleep in your bed hoping to dream of your smile,
And to live moments with you, hugging you and kissing your cheeks.

From: SAMAR: Sunset and Sunrise, Page 54

by Randah Ribhi Hamadeh, 2007, Copyright©
(Translated by Lina Ribhi Hamadeh)

SAMAR's Art Work (5)

Yasmine Fahim Sent "In Memory"

Cat Stevens --Oh Very Young

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddy's best jeans
Denim Blue fading up to the sky
And though you want them (HIM)to last forever
You know they (HE) never will
You know they (HE) never will
And the patches make the goodbye harder still

Oh very young What will you leave us this time
There'll never be a better chance to change your mind
And if you want this world to see a better day
Will you carry the words of love with you
Will you ride the great white bird into heaven
And though you want to last forever
You know you never will
You know you never will
And the goodbye makes the journey harder still

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time

WE ARE SEVEN by William Wordsworth

A SIMPLE Child,

That lightly draws its breath,

And feels its life in every limb,

What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage Girl:

She was eight years old, she said;

Her hair was thick with many a curl

That clustered round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air,

And she was wildly clad:

Her eyes were fair, and very fair;

Her beauty made me glad.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,

How many may you be?"

"How many? Seven in all," she said

And wondering looked at me.

"And where are they? I pray you tell."

She answered, "Seven are we;

And two of us at Conway dwell,

And two are gone to sea.

"Two of us in the church-yard lie,

My sister and my brother;

And, in the church-yard cottage, I

Dwell near them with my mother."

"You say that two at Conway dwell,

And two are gone to sea,

Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,

Sweet Maid, how this may be."

Then did the little Maid reply,

"Seven boys and girls are we;

Two of us in the church-yard lie,

Beneath the church-yard tree."

"You run about, my little Maid,

Your limbs they are alive;

If two are in the church-yard laid,

Then ye are only five."

"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"

The little Maid replied,

"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,

And they are side by side.

"My stockings there I often knit,

My kerchief there I hem;

And there upon the ground I sit,

And sing a song to them.

"And often after sunset, Sir,

When it is light and fair,

I take my little porringer,

And eat my supper there.

"The first that died was sister Jane;

In bed she moaning lay,

Till God released her of her pain;

And then she went away.

"So in the church-yard she was laid;

And, when the grass was dry,

Together round her grave we played,

My brother John and I.

"And when the ground was white with snow,

And I could run and slide,

My brother John was forced to go,

And he lies by her side."

"How many are you, then," said I,

"If they two are in heaven?"

Quick was the little Maid's reply,

"O Master! we are seven."

"But they are dead; those two are dead!

Their spirits are in heaven!"

'Twas throwing words away; for still

The little Maid would have her will,

And said, "Nay, we are seven!"

http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww124.html

حلمك

،أمي
ما تفسير حلمك إلا أنني لم أمـت
ومازلت أعيش بينكم حيث كنت
،أمي
يا أكثر شخص في العالم لموتي أشقيت
وكم من أجلك أتعذب اليوم وتعذبت
،أمي
ذهبتُ مسرعة حتى وجنتيكِ ما قبلت
هيهات يعود الزمن فغيرك أماً ما اخترت
،أمي
علمت الآن معنى الأمومة أكثر مما بحياتي تعلمت
وكنت أدرك كم غالية أنا عليك والآن أكثر أدركت
،أمي

أعلم أنني كالخيال أرافقك بل أنا بفؤادك تربعت
فكم من مرة إلى نبضات قلبك سمعت شكواك وواسيت
،أمي
وكم من مرة يا أعز الناس إليك نظرت
وابتسمت لك من خلال الشروق أو لحالك بكيت
،أمي
، لا تجزعي
فحلمك يؤكد بأن جسدي رحل ولكن بروحي معك بقيت

أم سمر
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Vocab Par

My heartbeats got faster as I thought about the breakfast I had this morning, it felt like it was going to come back up. I was due to be knighted by his Royal Highness King Peter in less than ten minutes. My palms filled with sweat, but I felt so unbelievably cold. Even though I finished my training, I was still unfledged. As I sat there filling my head with worrying thoughts, I saw the king’s affair manager come true come towards me. “Are you Brian Mender? He asked “Yes, Sir”. I responded.

"I know that you are scheduled to be knighted today, but something has come up. A tournament will be held in a short while, and the king is short of knights. Normally, you would participate after you were knighted, but this is a special case."

Of course I agreed, and I was taken to the castle where I was suited up. We reached the tournament area, and as taught to, I went and kissed all the noble ladies on their hands. After the various welcomes, I mounted on my horse and the tournament was about to begin. I looked around me and saw everyone from nobles to serfs applauding their favorites. I was grasping the unstained shillelagh in my hand, and when I heard the herald announce the start, I almost dropped. The mêlée began and a feeling of determination swept over me. My heart was racing and the sight of the opposing knights made me flinch, but I was determined to win this tournament. I needed the money and the prestige that came with it. I began hitting the knights with my various weapons and impaled two of the three knights with my father’s sword. This act secured over victory, yet I was left unsatisfied. Even though I had the prowess of a knight, may be I was not cut out to be one.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 10.3
Nov 10,2003

SAMAR's Drawings (9)

My First Day in the Land of Freedom

My palms were all wet, a drop of cold and salty sweat dropped from my forehead into my mouth, and my insides were churning; this is what I felt like as I entered the Middle School building. I enjoy being in Middle School now, but before experiencing it, I was petrified of it. Things are never as bad as they seem, if you dig deeper you will realize that they are actually good. The way I acted the night before my first day, how I acted in my first day of Middle School, and the comparison of Middle School to Elementary clearly explains this. I admit Middle School does have its ups and downs, but that just makes it more interesting. I can honestly say that the first day of Middle School was not what I expected it to be…fun!
The night before Middle School, I was so scared, my face was flushed, and I had this petrified look on my face. I felt very nauseated; my insides were doing flips and I had butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't go to sleep at night; I was worried that Middle School would be hard and tiring. Somehow, I managed to get some sleep, but then I was awake early in my uniform waiting for my siblings to wake up. When I was on my way to school, the nausea increased and all these thoughts entered my head.
I reached school, and by then I thought I would throw up. Those feelings of nausea soon went away when I saw my friends again. Believe it or not, my first day of Middle School was actually really fun. The canteen was a change for me, and I was overjoyed that I had the choice of choosing my own food. On that day, I had more fun than I ever had in Elementary.
Middle School and Elementary are two very different places. In Middle School, you have more freedom; you could do whatever you want to. You could pick some classes you think you'd enjoy. The canteen had better food than the food in Elementary. In Elementary, we didn't even have a canteen we just had the same foods weekly. Having lockers was probably the best of all. I no longer had to carry every book in my bag and break my back doing that. I also enjoyed having binders and dividers, in some weird way; it gave me a sense of responsibility, which I would never have had the opportunity to feel in Elementary.
I think Middle School is much better than Elementary, although they give us so much work. Sometimes I miss Elementary because things are simpler there, but I know I will be happier in Middle School. I think I thought too much about Middle School the night before, and I wish I didn't do that. Things are never as bad as they seem. I look forward to High School, and I will try not to over think things ☺

Hey … Do you remember the good old days?
An autobiographical Scrapbook about me, Samar Al- Ansari
Pp 12-15

Grade 8A

My Wish

Do you know, Samar, my daughter what my wish is now?
That time returns me, as the little girl I was in my memory
When the only worry I had was my studies and studying,
And to work hard to make my parents and siblings proud,
And that the separation ceases to torture and haunt me
And that each member of my family would live under the same roof.
Do you know Samar, my daughter, what my wish is now?
To whisper with my friends in my school yard
And to write my daily events day after day, in my journal,
And wait for teachers’ day to assume the role of my teacher.
These were my worries within my kingdom’s borders.
Do you know Samar, my daughter, what my wish is now?
To put my head on my mother’s lap for her to solve my problem
And to turn the clock’s hands to prevent time from confronting me
So that the events in my story change to let my daughter live
Living the best of her life, and to burry me when my time comes
Forgive me God; please do not hold me accountable,
For my teacher had forgotten to teach me how to confront tragedy.

From: SAMAR: Sunset and Sunrise, Page 47

by Randah Ribhi Hamadeh, 2007, Copyright©

(Translated by Lina Ribhi Hamadeh)
Samar, Sunset and Sunrise

أمنيتي

أتعلمين يا ابنتي سمر ما هي الآن أمنيتي؟
أن يعيدني الزمن طفلة صغيرة كما كنت في ذاكرتي
عندما كان همي الوحيد هو دروسي ومذاكرتي
وأن أعمل دوماً على رفع رأس أبي وأمي وإخوتي
وأن يكف الفراق عن تعذيبي ومطاردتي
ويجمع سقف واحد كل فرد من أفراد عائلتي
أتعلمين يا ابنتي سمر ما هي الآن أمنيتي؟
أن أتهامس مع صديقاتي بفناء مدرستي
وأكتب وقائع يومي يوماً بعد يوما بمفكرتي
وأنتظر عيد المعلم لأخذ دور معلمتي
تلك كانت همومي ضمن حدود مملكتي
أتعلمين يا ابنتي سمر ما هي الآن أمنيتي؟
أن أضع رأسي في حضن أمي لتحل مشكلتي
وأن أعيد عقارب الساعة لأمنع الدهر من مواجهتي
وان تتغير الأحداث و تحيا ابنتي في حكايتي
تعيش أجمل أيام العمر وتدفنني عندما تأتي نهايتي
سامحني ربي فأرجوك عدم محاسبتي
....لقد غفلت أن تعلمني مواجهة الفاجعة مُدَرِسَتي

رنده حماده
( أم سمر)
المصدر: سمر غروب و شروق 2007
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The Tennis Routine

If I ate a tender fillet steak each and every day, I would still be hungry, hungry for change. I go to tennis lessons and what I do there is I practice my forehand and backhand and we rarely do anything else. Recently, I started to practice the surf, at the beginning it was fun but hard, but soon my surf improved. Lessons and lessons went by and we did that, but I didn’t have a problem with it. At first I enjoyed it, and it was a fun hobby.

At the beginning I loved it, it was so fun. The wind was in my hair, sweat drenched my shirt, and I loved the thought of being an athlete. When I played tennis it took my mind off things, because all I focused on was performing well. I liked having a hobby, and I wanted to keep it that way. My dad and I always talked about tennis since we both played it. The weeks turned into months, which then turned into years and we did the same thing; it became a routine.

Every time I went, all I did was forehand, backhand, and surf. That was so boring, and I no longer felt excited when I went, it was like an obligation. I felt bored and I wanted a change, but every time I confronted my instructor he said it would help me and improve my skills, and I guess that was true, but I could still improve my skills by having a small match with him!! I still continue to play tennis, because I love the sport, but I want a change. Change is good in life, if you stick to one thing you'll be bored and build resent towards it.

Samar Al-Ansari
Grade 8A
Hey Do you Remember the Good Old Days? Pp 6-7

The Family Reunion of a Lifetime

Picture this, a house filled with kids and adults playing, talking, and just enjoying each other's company, now doesn't that sound good? What makes this even better is that these people are family. There was a family reunion at my house, and it was special because the whole family hasn't been all-together at once for eighteen years. Although people aren't always together, that doesn't mean they're not close. In the family reunion the kids acted normally and were close to one another, this also goes to how the adults acted, and how we all acted when the photographer came.
If you saw how the kids acted, you would've been amazed of how close this family is. I loved being with my cousins and talking with them all night. We all played together, especially Nintendo 64, and I was having the time of my life. We used to scream and run together playing various games; we sounded and looked like monsters that just wouldn't be quiet. People say that adults and kids are different, but that is not entirely true.
The adults were having the time of their lives as well. They played this traditional Arabic game called Backgammon, and since my grandfather was the best, he had a constant smile on his face because he always won. The adults would sit together in the living room, sipping on their afternoon tea, and yawning continuously since they have just woken up from their afternoon nap. They remembered the old times, and then they would sigh and gaze into midair realizing how much they will miss each other once they leave. We wanted this family reunion to be remembered by future generations, and the only way to do that was to take pictures.
A photographer came to our house, and set up everything in the living room. Soon, he started snapping away taking glorious pictures. Everyone was smiling, and trying to look their best for the photos, but the kids didn't care so much about their looks. The kids laughed and made faces. The photographer took many pictures, lots of us all together, and some of each family apart. Looking at these pictures makes me realize how close we really are.
Everyone enjoyed himself or herself here, and we hope to do it again. It was an event in my life that I will never forget, because it is of great importance to me. My family is the most important thing in my life, and I literally wouldn't know what to do without them. My family isn't always together as a whole, but that doesn't mean they're not close. That is clearly shown in adults and kids' behavior and I think my family is the closest family around, and I would not trade them for the world.

By: Samar Al- Ansari, Grade 8A
Hey … Do you remember the good old days?
An autobiographical Scrapbook about me, Samar Al- Ansari

Introduction,Hey ...Do you Remember the Good Old Days?

Hey...Do you Remember the Good Old Days?

بكيتك سمر

بكيتك سمر
بكيت حتى بكى عليّ الصخر والحجر
وحزنت علي النجوم وتألم القمر
وصرخت السماء رعدا فهطل المطر

بكيتك سمر
فهاجت من أجلي أمواج البحر
وتساقطت لألمي أوراق الشجر
وأذرفت الأمهات علي الكثير من العبر

بكيتك سمر
فأنا الأم التي قلبها على ابنتها انفطر
وأنا الأم التي حمت أولادها من الخطر
ولكنها وقفت ضعيفة أمام مشيئة القدر

بكيتك سمر
أنا التي دفنت حية بعد أن مستقبلها احتضر
وتحولت بلحظات إلى ثكلى بعد أن خطفت سمر
والتي تقوم متثاقلة كل يوم للعمل كباقي البشر

بكيتك سمر
فكيف للعود أن يُطرب وقد قطع منه وتر
وكيف للعين أن ترى وقد أفقدها الحزن البصر
وكيف لأم أن تحيا والزمن بها غدر

بكيتك سمر
فأنا أبحث عن أي مكان تركت به أثر
وأمسك أي خيط له علاقة بك، يا حبيبتي سمر
وأرى كل لقطة بشريط وأنظر إلى الصور

بكيتك سمر
لا أريد أن أقول سمر رحلت ولكنها على سفر
ورحيلي إليها يحدده خالق الكائنات والبشر
وإلى ذلك الحين احفظني ربي لعمر وقدر

أم سمر

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SAMAR's File Cover in 10th Grade (4)