إهداء من أم أحمد

"الفاضلة الدكتورة رندة "ام سمر

شكرا شكرا على اهدائك الكريم وبهذه المناسبة ابعث لك بقصيدة جميلة صادفتها على النت يوما واحتفظت بها وللأسف لا اعرف كاتبها وارجو ان تنال اعجابك كما اعجبتني

أم أحمد
كلية الطب

يا نور عينى يا أحب بناتى

يا صفو أيامى وكل حياتى

يا شمعة ما أن تعالى ومضها

حتى ذوى لأعيش فى الظلمات

يا وردة ما ان تضوع عطرها

حتى طواها الدهر فى لمحات

فاذا سمعت صرير باب خلته

أنت،فأجرى سابقا خطواتى

فأعود منكسرا أعانق وحدتى

وأبثها وجدى وحرقة ذاتى

واذا سمعت أنين قلبى خلته

بابا..... يدق بأجمل الدقات

فأقوم منتصبا لأعدو نحوه

وأقول مرحى بالحبيب الآت

واذا التفت الى يسارى ساعة

أهفو الى يمناى فى لحظات

لأرى خيالك فى جميع جوارحى

ملء الحياة وسائر الأوقات

واذا غفوت يزور طيفك غفوتى

فيصير أسعد ما أرى..غفواتى

كل نسوك و لم يعودوا يذكرونك فى الحياة

والدهر يدفن فى ظلام الموت حتى الذكريات

الا فؤادا..ظل يخفق فى الوجود الى لقاك

ويود لو بذل الحياة الى المنية و أفتداك

فأذا رأى طفلا بكاك،وان رأى شبحا دعاك

يصغى لصوتك فى الوجود،ولا يرى الا بهاك

يصغى لنغمتك الجميلة...فى خرير الساقية

فى آهة الشاكى وضوضاء الجموع الصاخبة

فى رقة الفجر الوديع..وفى الليالى الحالمة

فى فتنةالشفق البديع..وفى النجوم الباسمة

فى رقص أمواج البحيرة،تحت أضواء النجوم

فى سحر أزهار الربيع..وفى تهاويل الغيوم

هو قلب أمك....أمك السكرى بأحزان الوجود

هو ذلك القلب الذى سيعيش كالشادى الضرير

يشدو بشكوى حزنه الداجى الى النفس الأخير

لا ربة النسيان ترحم حزنه و ترى أساه

كلا.....ولا الأيام تبلى فى أناملها أساه

الا أذا....ضفرت له الأقدار أكليل الجنون

وغدا شقيا...ضاحكا... تلهو بمرآه السنون

هو ذلك القلب الذى ... مهما تقلبت الحياة

وتدفع الزمن المدمدم.. فى شعاب الكائنات

وتغنت الدنيا ..... وغرد بلبل الغاب الجميل

سيظل يعبد ذكرياتك........لا يمل و لا يميل

Emptiness

All I feel is emptiness
in body,mind and soul.
Nothing possibly could change,
repair me,make me whole.

They say this pain will lessen,
that in time I will find peace,
that these mighty waves of anguish
will someday lighten,cease.

But now their words don't soothe me.
My mind is screaming so.
I can't see reason,meaning.
My bleeding heart cries,"No!"

My life just seems a burden
filled with tragedy and loss
and I cannot make the effort
or pay the price it costs.

They say this pain will lessen.
They talk to me of peace.
But this darkness is so heavy,
my only hope-release.

Will this emptiness devour me?
Existence feels so bleak.
To give my life new meaning,
I know not what to seek.

Source:Centry,GB.Stars in the deepest night (p.18)

الوجه المبتسم الحزين

كيف لك أمي أن لا تحزني والأحبة مجتمعين؟
،فمهما فرحت للقاء بناتك اللواتي لم تنجبي
صديقاتي اللائي لرؤية كل منهن تفرحين
وترين بوجه كل واحدة ابنتك التي إليها تشتاقين
سيظل الحزن رفيقك صامتة أو تتكلمين
ولغيابي في كل لحظة يا أمي تتألمين
وبهالة من الأسى لفراقي تحلقين
فمهما شعرت من سعادة وأنت وإياهن تجلسين
عن عدم وجودي بينهن دوما ستتحسرين
ومهما طوقنك بحب ستشعرين إلي بحنين
وسيظل وجهك أمي الوجه المبتسم الحزين
©رنده ربحي حماده
(2008) المصدر: سمر شمس لن تغيب

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Quote

"Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle.

Everything I do is stitched with its color".

Anonymous

My Sickness

One day I came home from school, I was dizzy, I had a headache, and then I went to sleep. I woke up and then started throwing up. I thought that I had to go to the hospital and they had to stick a needle in my arm. I was scared to eat because I thought if I ate, I would throw up again. So I lay there under the covers in hunger.

The next day I went to the hospital for a check up and all the doctors started staring at me as if I was some sort of weird. After that, I got better but I always was scared that I would throw up. Then I learnt it's okay for someone to be sick once in a while.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5 D

In Memory of Samar Al Ansari by Dana Sha'sha'a

http://youtube.com/watch?v=wNpVL3h0ZDw

زينات المنصوري كتبت

حبيبتي سمر.. ترى ماذا تريدين؟ سألتك ، فنظرت إلي وقلت:" أنت تعلمين". قلت لك : أذكري لي ماذا تريدين فأنا لا أريد أن أفسر أو أستنتج ماذا تريدين. كررت لي القول: "أنت تعلمين." لا أتذكر أين كنا ولكن أتذكر شعوري حينها بالدفء والحنين، ابتسمت لي ولوحت بيدك وأرسلت قبلة، وابتسمت من جديد، ولم تقولي لي ماذا تريدين، لم تظلي معي طويلا، مشيت أمامي بخفة شعرت معها أنك تطيرين.. ثم إلتفت لي بعد أن سبقتني وابتسمت وقلت لي:" لا تنسين، فأنت تعلمين ". ومن جديد لوحت بيدك، وهذه المرة كنت تطيرين، وأشعر بك تبتسمين

حبيبتي سمر.. أنا لا أحسن التعبير أو التفسير في أمر هو مشيئة الله فقط ، كما أنني أشعر بالعجز في وصف ما أشعرتني به من دفء وحنين ،وما حظيت به من ابتسامة ساحرة ونظر عميق.. وحتى لا أخذلك وأنت تؤكدين لي بأن لا أنسى ....وأنني أعلم ماذا تريدين، فأنا اشعر بأنك لا تريدين إلا أن أكون قادرة على تصوير ما رأيت وعلى قول ما سمعت.. حتى تصل الرسالة منك إلى من تريدين خالية من أي إضافات

نعم أنا أعلم الآن وأنا أكتب هذه الكلمات أن هذا ما تريدين ، وأن الرسالة ستصل بذلك لمن تريدين... وأنك بذلك تريدينه يعرف ماذا تريدين

زينات المنصوري
12\2\2008
الساعة 3:10 صباحا

Lynette Timme Farewell Letter to SAMAR (April 1st, 2006)

مريم القبندي كتبت

......ها قد عاد عيدي يا أمي
......فكل عام وانت بخير يا أمي
......مثل وعد الأقدار.....وعادة الزمن...... ها قد عاد عيدي يا أمي
.....فسيبقى الزمن يسير للأمام.... لا ينظر خلفه....ولا ينتظر أحدا
......لا يقف عند شيء......يزرع... يخطف... يهب.... وينزع
.....ها قد عاد عيدي يا أمي
......فكل عام وانت بخير يا أمي
......أعرف أنك تنتظرين هذا اليوم .... كعادتك كل عام
.....وأعرف أنك حضرتي لي هديتي باهتمام
.....أعرف يا غاليتي.... أنا أعرف
.....أمي الحبيبة
.....أحس بشوقك لي يا غالية.... الذي أعلم أنه يفوق شوقي لك عندما كنت تغيبين عني
.....ولكن أعذريني يا غالية.... ان لم أستطع أن أحضنك كعادتي في هذا اليوم

.....أمي وغاليتي .... ونورالكون
.....لتكوني كالزمن... تسيرين للأمام.... تتركين بصمات جميلة عند كل خطوة
.....واجعلي يومي هذا.... يوما يذكرك بعطاء جميل وهبه لك الرحمن وفرحت به
.....اجعلي 4/4 يوما تحمدين ربك وتشكرينه على نعمه عليك وفضله
.....ليكن يوم ميلادي يوما تبتسمين فيه لي وحدي ..... حتى وان سالت دموعك
....ليكن يوم ميلادي يوما.... ترينى في كل أصدقائي.... وأحبابي
.....تريني في عمر وقدر
.....ها قد عاد عيدي يا أمي
.فكل عام وانت بخير يا أمي
حبيبتك

Yasmine Fahim Sent

In memory of Sammar, in thoughts of Randah, Dr. Ansari, Omar Ansari, and Qadar Ansari, and all of Sammar's friends today especially.

Le Vol D'Un Ange, Celine Dion‏
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Wvf-GiymmfA

Et j'ai suivi le vol d'un ange
l m'a emmené jusqu'à toi
Un battement de cil
Et tu es là
La nuit plus rien ne nous dérange
La raison est un fil de soie
On la sent plus fragile
C'est bien comme ça
Mais dis-moi...

Toi, est-ce que tu rêves encore ?
Toi, est-ce que tu vas toujours caresser le ciel ?
Toi, est-ce que tu cherches encore ?
Toi, est-ce que tu veux toujours effleurer le soleil ?

Et j'ai suivi le vol d'un ange
Comme un voyage au fond de moi
Juste en fermant les yeux
Et tu es là
La nuit à ce pouvoir étrange
De nous faire aller jusque là
Où même les oiseaux
N'arrivent pas

Toi, est-ce que tu rêves encore ?
Toi, est-ce que tu vas toujours caresser le ciel ?
Toi, est-ce que tu cherches encore ?
Toi, est-ce que tu veux toujours effleurer le soleil ?

On frôlait l'océan
Est-ce que tu te rappelles ?
On partait droit devant
On rêvait
De voler là-bas
A l'autre bout du ciel, à l'autre bout du ciel

Toi, est-ce que tu rêves encore ?
Toi, est-ce que tu vas toujours caresser le ciel ?
Toi, est-ce que tu cherches encore ?
Toi, est-ce que tu veux toujours effleurer le soleil ?

Et j'ai suivi le vol d'un ange
Il m'a emmené jusqu'à toi
Un battement de cil
Et tu es là

عيد ميلادك

عيد ميلادك أتى يا ابنتي ماذا أفعل؟
لقد كنت لقدومه بالأمس أفرح و أهلل
ماذا أقدم لك من الهدايا يا حبيبتي كنت أسأل؟
لأحضرها مغلفة بالحب الذي لك أحمل
كنت تضعين قائمة حتى يكون علي أسهل
لأتيك بما تحبين وليس ما أحسبه الأفضل
"قائلة " سأرتدي بعيدي أحلى ما عندي وأتجمل

كيف سيأتي عيدك العشرون وأنت غائبة؟ لا أتخيل
يا حسرتي! ليس لي خيار حتى أنتقي وأفضل
لا أملك إلا قصائد مفعمة بالحب أرسل
كم تمنيت أن أضمك إلى صدري ووجنتيك أقبل
لو لم ترحلي، أجمل الحفلات كنت لعيدك سأعمل
وكل طاقتي من أجل هذا اليوم سأؤهل
وأتي بهديتك حتى لآخر الدنيا، سأوصل
لكن هذا قدري! وحزني لا مثيل له و لا أثقل
سأجلس طوال اليوم أتذكر أعيادك وأتأمل
وأطلب الرحمة لك من الرحمن الذي عليه أتوكل
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
2008© جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

إهداء من كتاب سمر شمس لن تغيب

سمر شمس لن تغيب

Crossroads

In this vaudeville, the author clearly exhibits his views on life. His message to the readers is, you see the clearest when your eyes are shut. He emphasizes the importance of trusting your instinct and going by what you feel, and not by what you see. Your eyes can not see inner beauty, but your heart can. The man in “crossroads” had his eyes wide open, but he couldn’t see his true love that was standing right in front of him. In response to the man’s disability, the woman told him to close his eyes, because she knew that his eyes were blinding him from the truth. The author is trying to show that it isn’t correct to only believe what you see. People hold on to false ideals and by doing this they are depriving themselves of happiness. For example, the man was looking for the perfect woman, the beautiful woman in the picture. As for the woman, she too was looking for the perfect man, that’s why she went from man to man. They both had such high standards, and didn’t want to settle for anything less than perfect, even if it meant depriving themselves of happiness. As for the flagman, he is a foil to them to emphasize their idealism.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 10.3

انك ستكونين مرآتي و رايتي...وتطلبين من أحبائي أن يذكروني بابتسامتي

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Potatoes

Today's famous potato was not very liked in Europe. When a Spanish explorer brought the first potato plant to Europe, many Europeans would not eat it. They thought it was poisonous. The British grew potatoes for feeding animals, while other Europeans grew them for decoration. Then it turned out to be that only the green parts were poisonous.
The European rulers realized that potatoes were a good source of food. Then they ordered people in their countries to grow them. Then the ruler of France liked potatoes so much. He put a potato flower on his clothes. Ireland then made potatoes, one of their main foods.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
May 10,1999

الإرشاد المهني-الصف التاسع

Yasmine Fahim Sent

Mother don't cry by Edsilia Rombley

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dOfQ9XAAiM

كفى

!كفى أيها الناس كفى
!كفاكم نصائح والقول أن الحزن من حزني اكتفى
فقليل منكم يعرف ما معنى أن تفقد الأم الضنى
وأن ترى أمل حياتها بلحظة انطوى
فكيف لأم أن ترى ابنتها الغالية طريحة فوق الثرى؟
منظر يصعب وصفه ووصف ما جرى
صدقوني أعلم بأن الله عز وجل ابنتي اصطفى
ولكنني أم ليس لدائها دواء بعد أن فؤادها اكتوى
فكيف لأم أن لا تحزن وقد أطعمتها الحياة أمر النوى؟

رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
2008© جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Tuesday 15th of June

Tuesday 15th of June,
I'm so happy I could hawl at the moon!
Tomorrow school's out!
Tomorrow I'll be free,
From the teachers screaming at me!
No more cold food!
After tomorrow, I'll eat by the pool!
Tuesday 15th of June!
I'm so happy I could howl at the moon!
Awoooh!

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
June 15,1999

Dandelions from Heaven

Please click on this link

http://www.geocities.com/griefpoetry2/mothersday.html

SAMAR's Drawings (15), Class 8A

Bessma Shammas sent

I am home in heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting Light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in heaven at last.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in God's own land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting'
Oh, the joy to see you come!

Anonymous

المملكة المتحدة

في صغري ذهبت الى لندن، عاصمة المملكة المتحدة. وقمت بزيارة القصر المشهور بكنجهام، الذي تعيش فيه الملكة إليزابيث وعائلتها. أمام القصر العظيم وقف بضعة حراس أشكالهم غريبة كانوا يلبسون سترة حمراء وقبعة ضخمة وطويلة من الفرو الأسود، وسروال أسود، ويحملون أسلحة. كانوا يقفون من غير حراك، ووجوههم كانت غير معبرة، و لا ينطقون. كوني صغيرة، ظننت أنهم أصنام، وخفت منهم. وقد شاهدت أشخاصاً يتوجهون إليهم يحاولون التحرش بهم، ولكن دون فائدة. فظلوا على هذا الحال حتى كان موعد تغير الحرس. وقد وجدت هذا كله مثيراً حيث أن الجنود والشرطة في بلادي لا يلبسون مثل هذه الثياب الغريبة ، ويتحركون وينطقون كما يريدون
سمر الانصاري
الصف التاسع

Gulf Daily News vol xxx No 360 14 March 2008

بقلوبهن تجلسين

قالت إحداهن " كم يا خالتي سمر تشبهين

"وأشعرإني ألقاها عندما نلتقي وتسعدين

سعيدة الحظ أنا فوجهي يشبه حلوة الحلوين
هل هنالك حقا شبه أم بوجهي يا ابنتي تختبئين؟

"سمر، صديقاتك إلى كل مكان يذهبن، ستذهبين"

لا تحتاجين إلى تذكرة سفر فبقلوبهن تجلسين

فأنت معهن بروحك يا أغلى الغاليين
©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
2008المصدر:سمر شمس لن تغيب

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة

Extracts from the Prophet

And you would accept the seasons of your heart,

even as you have always accepted the seasons

that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity

through the winters of your grief.


Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

Yasmine Fahim Sent

Missing by Everything But The Girl

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout down to me
Where I always used to be
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
Back on the train
I ask why did I come again?
Can I confess I've been hanging around your old address?
The years have proved to offer nothing since you moved
You're long goneBut I can't move on
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss youI step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
The deserts miss the rain - like the deserts miss the rain
The deserts miss the rainlike the deserts miss the rain

Yasmine Fahim Sent

for us, in memory of those who have left us‏

Confidentiel by Jean Jacqhes Goldman

Je voulais simplement te dire
Que ton visage et ton sourire
Resteront près de moi sur mon chemin
Te dire que c'était pour de vrai
Tout ce qu'on s'est dit, tout ce qu'on a fait
Que c'était pas pour de faux, que c'était bien.
Faut surtout jamais regretter
Même si ça fait mal, c'est gagné
Tous ces moments, tous ces mêmes matins
Je ne vais pas te dire qu'il ne faut pas pleurer
Y a vraiment pas de quoi s'en priver
Et tout ce qu'on n'a pas loupé, le valait bien
Peut-être que l'on se retrouvera
Peut-être que peut-être pas
Mais sache qu'ici bas, je suis là
Ça restera comme une lumière
Qui me tiendra chaud dans mes hivers
Un petit feu de toi qui s'éteint pas.

I simply wished to tell you
That your face and your smile
Will always remain with me along my way
To tell you that it was for real
All that we said, all that we did,
That it was not a lie, that it was good.
There should be no regrets
Even if it hurts, it was gained
All these moments, these same mornings,
I will not say not to cry,
There's no sense in depriving oneself,
But all that we did not fail, was worth it,
We may meet again,
We may, or we may not,
But know that I am here.
It will remain like a beam
To keep me warm in my winters,
A little flame of you that will never die.

Eighteen Months

Eighteen months! How did I endure?
Through faith and love that is for sure!

“Time heals” is the worst of all lies
As every part of me for her cries

Eighteen months without seeing her face
And without a hug or a warm embrace

The longing grows day after day
And the heartache deepens along the way

Eighteen months without her beautiful smile
And without a glimpse of her profile

She is my child, the apple of my eye
And thus for her everyday I yearn and cry

Eighteen months I have been carrying this pain
Sometimes I wonder how I managed to stay sane

Although I am surrounded with lots of love
The fact remains that I wish her back from above

Eighteen months living with the empty space
A vacuum that no one can fill or replace

So help me Lord to keep going along
It is only YOU who can make me strong!

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2008, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)

رقم أربعة

أتيت يا ابنتي الحبيبة إلى الحياة بشهر أربعة
وصادف قدومك أيضا من الأيام يوم أربعة
وكان رقمك المفضل يا حبيبتي هو أربعة
فأصبح هذا الرقم يلازمك ورمز إليك بأربعة
وكان رقمك بفريق المدرسة الرياضي أربعة
وتاريخ تخرجك من المدرسة تضمن أربعة
وذهبت من هذه الحياة الفانية بتاريخ أربعة
وقبرك يا حبيبة قلبي، رقمه أيضا أربعة
وبقينا أنا وأبوك وإخوتك بهذه الدنيا، أربعة
ترى يا حبيبتي سمر، ما هو سر رقم أربعة؟

رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2008

Morning Song by David Habbin

Cick to hear Song
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ro-OlySNcVM

هي رائعة بالروح والشخصية التي تركت أثر

Empty Places

I drove the old way yesterday.
It 'd been a while,you see.
And there,without warning,
the pain washed over me.

I drove the old way yesterday
and sadness came on strong,
taken back by so much feeling,
since you've been gone so long

Places seem to lie in wait
to summon up the tears,
to say remember yesterday,
those days when you were here.

Places where you laughed and played
are places where I cry.
These places hold the memories
that will live as long as I.

By Genesse Bourdeau Gentry
From: Stars in the Deepest Night

Inside of Me (With Lyrics) by Madonna

To listen to song and read lyrics Click on: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ze8rs0_x1d0

سيدة الرداء الأحمر

أتذكر أحلامنا عندما خطبتني
والسعادة التي طوقتنا عندما تزوجتني
وتشجيعك لي وبكل خطوة ساندتني
وأجمل الهدايا لقدوم الأولاد أهديتني
وعن اهتمامي المفرط بهم كم مرة عاتبتني
خوفا على صحتي وبضعا من الراحة ناشدتني
وفزعك علي عند ذهابهم للجامعة صارحتني
أتذكرالأغنية التي كنت تطلبها أينما أخذتني
أغنية "سيدة الرداء الأحمر" كما لقبتني
فالأحمر يناسبني كما أخبرتني
،واليوم اشتكى و سألك
" هل هناك أمل؟ أم أنها دفنتني؟"

الأحمر رحل مع الحبيبة والبهجة قاطعتني
كيف ألبسه بعد المصيبة التي أصابتني؟
فحبيبة قلبي ذهبت وبالسواد الحالك خلفتني
أخبره بأن فاجعتي بابنتنا الغالية حطمتني
والأفراح رحلت برحيلها وتركتني
فالألوان كلها تبكيني وكالأحمر فقدتني
وتحن إلى الأيام التي بها كستني
ها أنا اليوم أقف بعدما الحياة صفعتني
صفعة قضت علي.... لا بل قتلتني

وعيوني ظللها الحزن والدموع زينتني
ليتني أعود كما كنت وقبل ما الأقدار قهرتني
بل يعيدني الزمن مثلما أمي ولدتني
،لأبدأ حياتي من جديد
وتهبني عمر وقدر وسمر كما وهبتني
،وترفق بي وتحذف وفاة الحبيبة من تاريخي
ومن هذا المصير أنقذتني
،لأرتدي الأحمر وأعود التي عهدتها
قبل ما الأيام دمرتني
"سيدة الرداء الأحمر"مثلما الألوان عرفتني

رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2008

Reflection on "Music Censorship"

Debating controversial issues is something I am not adverse to, for it is one of my favorite pastimes. The feeling of absolute excitement I get when trying to prove my point is indescribable. There is this adrenaline rush that goes through my body that makes me feel so alive. Even when I was this somewhat less stimulating project, I was rather excited. This year I haven’t been doing my work to the best of my ability, but with this project, it was different. I felt like I had to achieve something; I had to prove something. I feel that I achieved my goal of writing two balanced, well structured essays on the controversy over music censorship. This project was quite time consuming, and very tiring, but it was worth it. After all the research I’ve done concerning my project, I feel qualified enough to engage in a debate relating to it. I am a rather opinionated person, but this project has taught me that everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and that in order to let people agree with you, you must back up your arguments with substantial proof. Before conducting this project, I really didn’t have any say concerning this topic, I was somewhere in the middle. But after my research, I personally believe that music should not be censored in the USA, because in this day and age I believe that people should have the complete right to say whatever they want, within certain limits of course. But these limits do not go under music censorship. Music is a beautiful art, and art should not be censored. Even though I feel this particular way about my topic, I tried to the best of my ability to write with a non-biased attitude, and hopefully that it is evident in my writing.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 10.3

Music Should Not Be Censored in The USA

Being open minded is one of the most important attributes for a person to have in order to be successful in life. It promotes tolerance and acceptance, and rids society of hatred and biased. Sometimes we do not like what we hear, but we should listen anyway, because as we have the right to say something, so do others. If you are that close minded that you can not tolerate what you are listening to, you shouldn’t listen to it, but to force others not to listen to it as well is just absurd. Artists have the right to say whatever they want, and people should have the right to listen or not listen to it. During the course of history, people have progressed and advanced through art and music, and to censor the arts is retrogression. Music censorship goes against the First Amendment, it affects society especially the children, and has various bad economic effects as well. Music should not be censored in the USA, because everyone has the freedom to express and control themselves.
“Oh America, land of the free.” The USA is founded on freedom, all types of freedom, as established in the First Amendment “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or the right of the people to peacefully assemble and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.” The First Amendment guarantees all Americans freedom of speech, and no one should have their right taken away from them for any reason. Music is considered a form of speech, and to have speech censored is a direct violation of the First Amendment. Music is also a form of media, and to censor media goes completely against the First Amendment. Americans have freedom of religion, so if an artist sings about aethism, his music shouldn’t be censored, because of its effects on the Christian community. It is the artist’s right, and if people do not like what they hear, then they should not listen. Voltaire said it best when he remarked, “I disapprove of what you’re saying, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.” We might not like what the artists in the industry today are saying, but as long as they are on US soil, it is their right to say whatever they want. The founding fathers of the US assembled the constitution around the ideal of freedom, and by promoting music censorship we are retrogressing. Music censorship goes against the laws of the USA, for music is considered an art, and there are certain laws set up to protect art from censorship. “Censoring the music in this country would go against everything America is all about. People should be able to choose what they want or don’t want” ( www.joesessays.com ). If music censorship is permitted, what will stop the government from censoring art, television, or even books? In this day and age, people should have the right to say what they want.
Those who support music censorship argue that children are easily affected by music containing obscene lyrics, but is music censorship really a form of protection? ‘Our children should live in a world where they can have clear views of both sides of life’ ( www.msu.edu/~kimheej3/musiclyrics.htm ). They shouldn’t live in a world where they only see the positive side of life; if they do, they will experience an extreme shock when they enter the real world. Life has its ups and downs, artists sing about its ups, and they should be able to sing about its downs as well. Life includes sexual misconduct, murder, abuse, and rape. Those who promote music censorship think that by censoring the lyrics talking about these problems they are getting rid of them. The best way to protect our children is to educate them. Through schools, fliers, and even organizations, we can help the youth understand the problems faced in society and come up with helpful solutions. But to censor out the problems as if they do not exist is not a solution; it merely is denying the presence of problems. Our children should know that society has its faults, and we should teach them ways in which to deal with them. The answer is not to cut off the things we don’t like in life. That is not a good example for children to follow, because they will think that they can cut out the unpleasant things in life. Music censorship is unnecessary, for the RIIAA has put out voluntary, uniform labels (Explicit Content) on albums with blunt lyrics. By legalizing music censorship, the government is taking away the responsibility of parents. Parents should be more involved in their children’s’ lives. Parents should censor the music their children listen to if they don’t like it, but the government shouldn’t prevent others from listening to it and artists from expressing themselves. They should be making the decisions for their children, not the government.
“A lake which isn’t flowing and is limited is polluted easily unlike a flowing river. Although a flowing river has to suffer from wild waves, to undergo the suffering is better than to be contaminated and die” (www.msu.edu/~kimheej3/musiclyrics.htm). Music is like a flowing river, it sometimes consists of obscene lyrics which are like wild waves. To experience these waves is better than to not experience them, for you will be contaminated with the poison of denial and die. To experience all the aspects of life is better than to live an artificial life. Life resembles a flowing river, for it contains waves. A river that does not flow does not resemble life at all. Music censorship promotes authority over others. The important thing today is the individual judge not the authority judge. Individuals should control themselves, hence censorship authorities have no right to judge and control others. By imposing their rules on others, censorship authorities are controlling the freedom of artists. The thing people seem to forget is that music doesn’t create problems, it merely reflects them. Whether or not music is censored, problems will not disappear from society. Lyrics are often misinterpreted and people do foolish things. The artists are not responsible for the unwise things that others people do. Tupac did not tell the seventeen year olds to shoot at police officers, they did it out of their own will. These people should be put in medical establishments, and not be out in public, for they are the real threat to society, not the music. “The press make easy prey out of musicians. Not caring if they ruin the artist’s reputation at all” ( www.angelfire.com/co/Tinsil86/musiccensor.html ). People do foolish things out of their own will, not because of music. The Columbine Shootings were said to be influenced by Marilyn Manson’s lyrics, but people seem to ignore the fact that the murderers had psychological problems. They were not regarded as ‘popular’ in their high school, and they committed their horrendous felonies out of their own free will, not because they were told or forced to do so by music. Those arguing for music censorship say that statistics prove that crime has been on the rise after the formation of gangsta rap. ‘In truth, rise in such reports are more likely to be caused by the growing awareness and new willingness for victims to come forward’ (Page, 35). Music that talks about crimes has led to the growing awareness of them, and probably as a result of this growing awareness, more people report the crimes committed. If indeed crime is on the rise, public policy should not be made in times of chaos. Rappers are not to blame for this rise in crime; parents should have control over their children. By blaming the artists, society is just pointing fingers. They are just looking for easy answers, because they can’t deal with the horrid truth. Those who argue for censorship say that music with obscene lyrics leads to moral collapse, but in reality, when art is being limited to someone’s will is more dangerous than moral collapse in society.
Music censorship has bad economic effects. The PRMC (Parents Music Resource Center) hit rappers/rock stars so hard, that some artists had to make two albums. They had to make the original version, and an edited version. The recording of one album is very costly, let alone two albums. “Wal-Mart, as well as Camelot Music Chains, sell only the edited versions of albums” (www.angelfire.com/co/Tinsil86/musiccensor.html). Wal-Mart has become the largest distributor of music in the USA. Wal-Mart has banned many albums it found inappropriate, by censoring in this way, it wields great power in determining an album’s success. For example in 1997, Wall-Mart as well as K-Mart banned Prodigy’s new single, “Smack My Bitch Up”. By doing this they really disrupted the success of the single. Artists are just trying to make a living, by censoring their work, you are robbing them of their deserved income. People should have the right to spend their money freely. They should purchase what they like, the government should not tell people what to like.
Music should not be censored in the USA because everyone should be their own judge. It directly opposes the First Amendment, it affects children by permitting them to pursue an unrealistic life, and it has various bad economic effects. Music with explicit lyrics do not lead to the deterioration of morals in society; music merely reflects the problems evident in society today. Everyone is in charge of their own actions and they should be able to have complete control over their lives. The fight against music censorship does not promote the usage of obscene lyrics, but it is merely a fight for freedom. Free yourself from the oppressive nature of music censorship and fight for freedom.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 10.3

Pro Music Censorship

It is every American’s duty to protect his/her country. Protection comes in many forms, you can protect your country physically, mentally, and spiritually. Music in the U.S.A. these days has been very tasteless and containing extremely obscene lyrics. Music is a beautiful art that has been ruined by hateful lyrics of songs heard today. These vulgar lyrics are not only of bad taste, but they affect everyone who hears it as well, thus music censorship should be legalized in the U.S.A. It is a form of protection; we are protecting society and mainly our youth. Music with obscene lyrics should be censored in the USA because it corrupts society of all moral values.

The First Amendment, Freedoms of Religion, Speech, Press, Assembly, and Petition states that: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or the right of the people to peacefully assemble and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.” It is undisputable that the First Amendment guarantees all Americans freedom of speech, but the fight for music censorship is not about taking away freedom of speech. It is about the protection of society and all its members. According to the Communications Decency Act in 1996, the First Amendment does not protect music. The First Amendment states that people peacefully assemble when they have problems with the government and what have you. Today people are contradicting the First Amendment and singing violently and tastelessly about the problems they face with the government, as shown in some political songs, instead of assembling peacefully and dealing with their problems. With their songs they are brainwashing innocent minds, and creating an even bigger danger to society. Freedom of speech is a privilege, and with every privilege comes responsibility. Some artists in the industry today cannot handle the responsibility of freedom of speech. Artists abuse this privilege by carelessly ‘speaking their minds’ and distribute their immoral values onto others without thinking about the severe consequences that follow.

The fraction of society most affected by the obscene lyrics found in some songs today are the children. Children are at a very naïve age, in which they are very impressionable. They are at a ‘monkey see, monkey do age’ or in this case, a ‘monkey hear, monkey do’ age. ‘The twelve year old murderer, Mitch, who was behind the Westside Middle School shootings in Arkansas, was said to be influenced by gangsta rap, according to a teacher in Westside Middle School, Debbie Pelley’ (www.geocities.com/musiccensorship). Mitch was heavily influenced by rap music, and frequently talked about murder and violence. We must protect our youth, and thus protect ourselves from the outbursts of violence influenced by obscene lyrics. The “explicit content” label on albums with vulgar lyrics does not serve as protection. It is an inadequate label that is the only source of information available to parents. Regardless of the number of restrictions put on albums whether adequate or inadequate, music is easily obtainable, and our youth lay unshielded from the ugly voice of vulgarity. Parents can only do so much, and it is impossible for parents to be fully away of the type of music their children listen to. Therefore it is our duty to censor music that has proved to affect children to a great degree.

Not only does vulgar music affect children, but it affects the society as a whole. Platinum selling rapper, Tupac Shakur, has been in trouble with the law and public since his first album and even now after his death. “In 1994, two 17-year olds shot some police officers and said they did because they heard it in Tupac’s music”(http://www.digitaltermpapers.com/, Does Rap Music Cause Violence?). Artists should realize that people look up to them, and that they are regarded as role models in peoples’ lives, and that what they do affects and influences many people. The Columbine High School Shootings which shook the USA, were said to be influenced by the tasteless music of flashy rockstar Marilyn Manson. Lyrics of Manson’s music include: “I hate the hater, I’d rape the raper…..Hey victim you were the one who put the stick in my hand…Let’s just kill everyone and let your God sort them out”. As Hitler pointed out, through repetition comes control. When songs are heard over and over again, especially songs like Marilyn Manson’s, the ideals of the songs are being imprinted in the minds of the listeners, and thus practiced by them. Studies have shown that teen violence, suicide, drug use, and sexual activity have all been on the rise after the formation of gangsta rap. Does it not make sense that the catalyst promoting these standards is to blame? Music is supposed to be beautiful, but instead music with explicit lyrics is leading to moral collapse. What is a being without his standards and his principles? People are walking down the streets singing along to tunes praising such ideals as rape and murder.

Music censorship has various economic effects as well. The “explicit content” sticker is merely a marketing strategy used to promote the CD. When people see that sticker, it captures their attention, and they feel compelled to purchase the album. “The RIAA (Recording Industry Association of America) does everything with marketing strategies in mind”(www.geocities.com/musiccensorship). Their main concern is profit, and not the vulnerable youth of tomorrow. Have you not noticed that the songs that top the charts are the songs containing indecent lyrics? This is the direct result of the RIAA’s marketing strategies. The youth, being the largest portion of consumers, are targeted and manipulated into purchasing albums of explicit content.

Music with obscene lyrics should be censored in the USA because of their destruction of moral values in society. Children are being heavily affected, as well as society, and marketing managers are showing the children that life is all about money, which it most definitely isn’t. Once again, the fight for music censorship does not include robbing citizens of their freedom of speech. But there should be laws set up that protect society from these unwanted lyrics. The “don’t like it, don’t buy it” adage does not work in society today, for music of all types is heard everywhere without peoples’ consent. Please help us sew back the fabric of morals in the quilt of society.

Bibliography

1. Leo, John. Censorship, Opposing Viewpoints, San Diego: Greenhaven Press, 1990.

2.www.crwl.utexas.edu/~bandollar/courses/spring98/students/fabfive/procensorship

3.www.msu.edu/~kimheej3/musiclyrics.htm

4. http://www.digitaltermpapers.com/ (Does Rap Music Cause Violence?)

5. Microsoft Encarta 2001, CD-Rom, Music Censorship.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 10.3

If You Go Away by Terry Jacks

If you go away on this summer day

Then you might as well take the sun away

All the birds that flew in a summer sky

And our love was new and our hearts were high

When the day was young and the night was long

And the moon stood still for the nightbird's song

If you go away

If you go away

If you go away

But if you stay

I'll make you a day like no day has been or will be again

We'll sail on the sun

We'll ride on the rain

We'll talk to the trees

And worship the wind

And if you go I'll understand

Leave me just enough love to fill up my hand

If you go away

If you go away

If you go away

If you go away as I know you must

There ain't nothin' left in the world to trust

Just an empty room full of empty space

Like the empty look I see on your face

Can I tell you now as you turn to goI'll be dying slowly 'til your ?

If you go away

If you go away

If you go away

But if you stay

I'll make you a night like no night has been or will be again

I'll sail on your smile

I'll ride on your touch

I'll talk to your eyes

That I love so much

But if you go I won't cry

The good's gone from goodbye

If you go away

If you go away

If you go away

To listen to this song click on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aazaieIk-4M

Quote

"To live in hearts you leave behind is not to die"

By : Thomas Campbell

In :The Hallowed Ground

You Are a Star

Dear daughter, I hope you know that you are a star
When you were alive and when you went afar

You continue to shine in so many people's hearts
A star that keeps glowing after it departs

Precious daughter, I wish I could bring back yesterday
To tell you all what I wanted and yearn to say

Although I told you "I love you” so many times
I still feel it needs to be repeated like chimes

You went, my darling, without saying goodbye
Beloved daughter, all my life for you I will cry

I was with you on every occasion since you were born
And accompanied you in each step, removing every thorn

However, the moment you were chosen by God to leave
I was not there with you, for that I will always grieve

Although I held you after and washed you with my tears
I wish I was there then to calm your last fears

I talk to you every second of my night and day
And ask the Lord to bless you every time I pray

I always imagined you to be part of my tomorrow
Instead, you left me darling, immersed in deep sorrow

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2008, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter, Samar Ahmed Al Ansari

Seasons in the Sun

Lyrics of Seasons in the Sun by Terry Jacks

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.

We've known each other since we're nine or ten.

Together we climbed hills or trees.

Learned of love and ABC's,

skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,

when all the birds are singing in the sky,

Now that the spring is in the air.

Pretty girls are everywhere.

When you see them I'll be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the hills that we climbed

were just seasons out of time.

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,

I was the black sheep of the family.

You tried to teach me right from wrong.

Too much wine and too much song,

wonder how I get along.

Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die

when all the birds are singing in the sky,

Now that the spring is in the air.

Little children everywhere.

When you see them I'll be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the wine and the song,

like the seasons, all have gone.

Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.

You gave me love and helped me find the sun.

And every time that I was down

you would always come around

and get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die

when all the bird are singing in the sky,

Now that the spring is in the air.

With the flowers ev'rywhere.

I whish that we could both be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the stars we could reach

were just starfishs on the beach

Click for the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfm-17pu6SQ

SAMAR's Dietary Motto

A moment on your lips

A lifetime on your hips

Letter of Introduction on Music Censorship

When I was first informed about the controversial topic project, I was instantly reminded of a favorite subject of mine, politics. This made me rather interested in the project, and I found myself putting a great deal of effort into it. At first, I decided on the controversial topic of polygamy, and I even began researching it. I was interested in polygamy because I have always been appalled by the tasteless act of plural marriage. The fact that I was so against it made it rather hard to be neutral and write two papers on the subject: one promoting it and one against it. Also, I couldn’t find enough information to support my arguments. After a hectic period of researching, talking to friends, and being in an utter state of confusion, I finally settled on music censorship. It really interested me because frankly, I love music. To me, music is more than beautiful, and I spend most of my days listening to music either on my I-Pod, or in the car, or watching music videos on television. Freedom of speech is still not existent in my developing nation, and I am aware of freedom of speech in the First Amendment of the US constitution, so my controversial question was: Should Music Be Censored in the USA? As the days progressed, and I got more into research, I found myself very drawn to my topic, and very interested in anything concerning it. It no longer was a hassle for me; I was quite enjoying searching as well as writing my papers. Before all the research, I knew very close to nothing about my topic, and now I feel so much more informed to the point where I can sit and debate the opposing view points of my topic. After numerous days of brainstorming and staring at a blank computer screen, I was finally able to write two balanced opposing papers on the controversial issue of music censorship. This project was rather tiring, but I really do feel that it was worth it. I am extremely proud of this portfolio, which basically contains all the work I did for this project, and I will cherish this experience for many years to come.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 10.3

Please Be Gentle

Please be gentle with me for I am grieving.
The sea I swim in is a lonely one
and the shore seems miles away.
Waves of despair numb my soul
as I struggle through each day.
My heart is heavy with sorrow.
I want to shout and scream
and repeatedly ask “why.”
At time, my grief overwhelms me
and I weep bitterly,
so great is my loss.
Please don’t turn away
Or tell me to move on with my life.
I must embrace my pain
before I can begin to heal.
Companion me through tears
And sit with me in loving silence.
Honor where I am in my journey
Not where you think I should be.
Listen patiently to my story.
I may need to tell it over and over again.
It’s how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss.
Nurture me through weeks and months ahead.
Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.
A small flame still burns within my heart
And shared memories may trigger
both laughter and tears.
I need your support and understanding.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
I must find my own path.
Please, will you walk beside me?

By: Jill B. Englar

My First Grade One Journal Cont...(17)

أمي، كم تتعذبين

أمي، أعلم أنك لست وحدك لفراقي تتعذبين
ولكنني أعلم أيضا أنك أكثر المعذبين
فالأم اصطفاها الخالق رب العالمين
فريدة في العطاء لأولادها حتى الراحلين
لذا أعلم يا أمي كم تقاسي وكم تتألمين
فأبعث لك رسائلي مع الأغراب والمحبين
أرسلها لعلك يا أمي تطمئني وترتاحين
عندما أدرك بأنك بهذه الأيام تتعذبين
فأنت التي تبكيني عندما يضحك الضاحكين
ولا مكان للفرح عندك يا أعز المحبين
والتي أسمع دعاءك لي، كلما تسجدين
والتي لا يعلم إلا الله الحزن الذي تكتمين
فما تظهري، ما هو إلا قطرة من الأسى الدفين
الأيام تجري وأنت وحدك يا أمي، تقفين
ودائما آخر يوم في حياتي تتصورين
والمشاهد كلها كشريط تعيديه وتتخيلين
اذكري الأيام التي كنت بها معي تسعدين
وتضميني إلى صدرك الحنون، وتقبلين
واذكري، كم مرة جففت دموعي وكم كنت تواسين
أمي ،أعلم أنك تودين أن تحضنيني وتبكين
اصبري يا أمي، فالصبر أجره كبير عند رب العالمين
أدرك بأنك تعلمين بأن جميعنا بالموت موعودين
ولكنك لم تتوقعي أن أكون أول المفارقين
وأعلم أنك رغم هذا كله، من الشاكرين
لله حتى لو أخذ منك أقرب الأقربين
والموت أصبحت يا أمي لا تخافيه ، ولا ترهبين
ولكنك على إخوتي من النسمة بت تخافين
أمي، أعلم أن رغم الحزن الذي به تظهرين
امرأة مؤمنة، قوية لعلها من الأولياء الصالحين
فأنا اختارني الله أن أكون من السابقين
وأنت بإذن الله الواحد الأحد يوما بي ستلحقين
وسنلتقي يا أمي إن شاء الله معا ومع المؤمنين

رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2008

مقتطفات من رثاء نزار قباني لولده توفيق

مكسرة كعيون أبيك هي الكلمات

ومقصوصة، كجناح أبيك هي المفردات

فكيف يغني المغني؟

وقد ملأ الدمع كل الدواه

وماذا سأكتب يا بني؟

وموتك ألغى جميع اللغات

...............................

أتوفيق

لو كان للموت طفل ،لأدرك ما هو موت البنين

ولو ان للموت عقل

سألناه كيف يفسر موت البلابل والياسمين

ولو كان للموت قلب.... تردد في ذبح أولادنا الطيبين

نزار قباني

مقتطفات من قصيدة الى الأمير الدمشقي توفيق قباني

http://nizar.ealwan.com/poet.php?action=fullnews&id=24

صاحبة الضحكة والبسمة الجميلة والنكت

Plans for My Future

When I grow up, I want to be a doctor. Yes, that is what I want to be.
I would like to be a doctor because a doctor helps people, plus the nurse does half of the work for him. I would like to be a pediatrician because I think I am good with children.
I know it will take me a long time to study to be a doctor but I enjoy helping people, especially people who really need it.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
June 12,1999

مجلة خيرزاد-الصف التاسع

To My Dear Family

Some things I'd like to say,

But first of all to let you know

That I arrived okay.

I'm writing this from Heaven

Where I dwell with God above,

Where there's no more tears or sadness

There is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy

Just because I'm out of sight,

Remember that I'm with you

Every morning, noon and night.

That day I had to leave you

When my life on Earth was through,

God picked me up and hugged me

And He said I welcome you.

It's good to have you back again

You were missed while you were gone,

As for your dearest family

They'll be here later on.

I need you here so badly

As part of My big plan,

There's so much that we have to do

To help our mortal man.

Then God gave me a list of things

He wished for me to do,

And foremost on that list of mine

Is to watch and care for you.

And I will be beside you

Every day and week and year,

And when you're sad I'm standing there

To wipe away the tear.

And when you lie in bed at night

The days chores put to flight,

God and I are closest to you

In the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on Earth

And all those loving years,

Because you're only human

They are bound to bring you tears.

But do not be afraid to cry

It does relieve the pain,

Remember there would be no flowers

Unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you

Of all that God has planned,

But if I were to tell you

You wouldn't understand.

But one thing is for certain

Though my life on Earth is o're,

I am closer to you now

Than I ever was before.

And to my very many friends

Trust God knows what is best,

I'm still not far away from you

I'm just beyond the crest.

There are rocky roads ahead of you

And many hills to climb,

But together we can do it

Taking one day at a time.

It was always my philosophy

And I'd like it for you, too,

That as you give unto the world

So the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody

Who is in sorrow or in pain,

Then you can say to God at night

My day was not in vain.

And now I am contented

That my life it was worthwhile,

Knowing as I passed along the way

I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody

Who is down and feeling low,

Just lend a hand to pick him up

As on your way you go.

When you are walking down the street

And you've got me on your mind,

I'm walking in your footsteps

Only half a step behind.

And when you feel the gentle breeze

Or the wind upon your face,

That's me giving you a great big hug

Or just a soft embrace.

And when it's time for you to go

From that body to be free,

Remember you're not going

You are coming here to me.

And I will always love you

From that land way up above,

Will be in touch again soon

P.S. God sends his love.

Annonymous

ما المهنة التي ستمتهنها مستقبلاً؟ لم أخترتها ؟ ماذا ستفعل لتحقيقها؟

.مرحباً، أسمي سمر الأنصاري وسأتحدث عن المهن المختلفة التي أردت ممارستها منذ صباي الى الآن

عندما كنت صغيرة أردت أن أكون طبيبة. كنت أريد السير فى اتجاه الطب لأن والدي طبيباً، وأحب أن أساعد الناس. أردت أن أكون طبيبة أطفال مثل عمتي، ولأنني أحب الأطفال. الأشياء التي أحتاج أن أحققها لأكون طبيبة هي أن أكون جيدة فى الدراسة وأن انتبه جيداً في درس العلوم. كما يجب أن أكون صبورة ولطيفة مع المرضى، خاصة الصغار. وكنت أحب أن يكون عندي جهاز المناداة ليلازمني دائماً . عندما أصبحت أكبر قليلاً أردت أن أكون طبيبة ولكن بنفس الوقت مذيعة مثل صديق والدي. أحببت هاتين الوظيفتين كثيراً والأشياء التي أحتاجها لكي أكون مذيعة هي أن آخذ درس الإلقاء لأشعر بالارتياح والطمأنينة عندما أتكلم مباشرة في المذياع، لكي لا أشعر بالحرج. غيرت رأي مرة أخرى وأردت أن أكون كاتبة، فقد قالوا لي بأنني جيدة جداً فى الكتابة. والأشياء التي أحتاجها لأكون كاتبة هي أن أكون جيدة فى مادة الإنجليزي لأنني أحببت الكتابة باللغة الإنجليزية، ودائماً أستطيع أن أعبر بها عن أفكاري. كما أردت أن أكون مذيعة أيضاً، ولكن غيرت رأيي
وعندما أصبحت فى سن الرشد أردت أن أكون امرأة أعمال، أو محاسبة. أعجبتني هاتين الوظيفتين، لأنني بهما سأحصل على المال والشهرة، ولكنني أحببت أن أكون امرأة أعمال أكثر من محاسبة، لأنني سأملك محلات تجارية وأردت أن أكون محاسبة لأنني أحب المهنة كثيراً. الذي أحتاج إليه لتحقيق المهنة أن لا أكون بليدة، وخاملة ً لأنني سأحتاج أن أعمل كثيراً، كما يجب أن أكون جيدة فى الرياضيات. لا أعرف لماذا دائماً أغير رأيي في المهن التي أريدها، ولكن أظن أن هذا يحصل لأنني أكبر وأقارن الأشياء التي تعجبني بالأشياء التي أجيدها. لا أعرف ماذا ستكون وظيفتي عندما أكبر، ولكن أتمنى أن أحب وظيفتي وأكون جيدة فى ممارستها
سمر الانصاري
الصف السابع - ج

A Letter To A Friend

She was further on than you,and she can help you more

where she now is than she could have done on earth.

C.S. Lewis

SAMAR's Drawings (14),Class 6A

"الأبيات الأولى من قصيدة "إلى أمي

أحن إلى خبز أمي

وقهوة أمي

ولمسة أمي

وتكبر في الطفولة

يوما على صدر أمي
وأعشق عمري لأني

’إذا مت

!أخجل من دمع أمي

محمود درويش

أتدري يا "عمر"؟

أتدري يا"عمر" كم كانت سمر تحترمك
وكم كانت مكانتك عالية عندها وكم تقدرك؟
أتدري بأنها أسرعت بعد سفرك وأخذت صورتك
ووضعتها في غرفتها حتى كل يوم تشاهدك
واختارت لك واحدة بلباس يظهرعروبتك؟
أتدري كم كانت تعتز بأنك أخوها وأنها بحمايتك؟
أتذكر عندما أصرت للقدوم منذ عامين إلى بلدتك
"فسافرنا معا وقالت لي "أمي، أشكرك
رحلة لن أنساها، فقد كانت تطير فرحا لرؤيتك
ورؤية "قدر" وبأنها أخيرا ستلحقها وستلحقك
وخططت للعام المقبل ومتى ستأتي لزيارتك
وطمأنتني بأنها برمضان ستطبخ وتطعمك
ماهرة بالطبخ كانت، لا داعي لأن أذكرك
وكم كانت تتطلع للصيف لتقوم بضيافتك
يا بني، لا تخشى الحياة من دونها فهي بروحها تلازمك
ولا تبحث عنها فهي معك كالخيال لا تفارقك
ادعي لها بالرحمة وان شاء الله في الجنة ستستقبلك
وأن يحفظ لك" قدر"، التي بإذن الله المستقبل سترافقك

رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2008

CONFUCIUS

Bemoan not the departed with excessive grief.

The dead are devoted and faithful friends;they are

ever associated with us.

The Case of the Stolen Large Pepperoni Pizza with Anchovies and Extra Topping

"I'm hungry, let's order a pizza!" Fat Boy Slim said.

"We're always hungry, remember?" Randy Large Waist said.

"Please!" Fat Boy Slim pleaded.

"Ok." Randy Large Waist answered.

Fat Boy Slim began dialing the numbers 245245.

"Hello, one large pepperoni pizza with anchovies and extra toppings!" Fat Boy Slim said.

"Yes, your usual order sir!" The attendant said.

"Make it snappy please, bye!" Fat Boy Slim said.

The boys waited and waited for their pizza. Ding Dong!

"Pizza!" Both boys exclaimed.

They found their usual deliveryman at the door.

"That will be $2.50."The deliveryman said.

"Here's a twenty, keep the change." Randy Large Waist answered.

The two boys are very neat and clean, except when they eat. However, they still went to wash their hands. When they returned their pizza was gone!

"No, this can't be happening!" Fat Boy Slim exclaimed.

"Don't worry, we'll just order another one." Randy Large Waist said calmly.

He reached into his pocket and took it out empty handed.

"No! No money!" He shrieked.
"Maybe the delivery man stole the pizza!" Fat Boy Slim assumed.

"Impossible, we know him for such a long time." Randy Large Waist said.

"Let's call the police!" Fat Boy Slim exclaimed.

"Ok." Randy Large Waist said.

"Hello, Police this is Fat Boy Slim and Randy Large Waist. We are calling
because our large pepperoni pizza with anchovies and extra toppings has
been stolen!" Fat Boy Slim exclaimed.

"We'll be on the case right away Sir." The police officer said.

Ding Dong! The boys ran to the door. They found Mr. Sheriff there with the pizza delivery boy.

"OK, where should we start our mission?" Mr. Sheriff asked.

"How about all over the block?" Randy Large Waist suggested.

"OK." They all said.

They started out at the stoop of the door following some footmarks. The marks ended and they ended up right back at their house.

They were astonished to find the pizza on the table!

"Hey, Fat Boy Slim, did you check the table?" Randy Large Waist asked.

"No, I went straight to the television room!"

"Oh, Fat Boy Slim, what are we going to do with you?" Every one said except him.

"But whose footmarks were they?" They all asked.

Samar Al Ansari

Class 5D

"كلمات أغنية "باب عم يبكي

راحت وشو بضل غير الهم
من بعد ما يروح الفرح والعيد
ويسافر الزهر الخلق للشم

ويصير كل العمر عني بعيد

راحت وشو بضل غير الهم

من بعد ما يروح الفرح والعيد
ويسافر الزهر الخلق للشم

ويصير كل العمر عني بعيد

راح الفرح معها تركني وغاب
وما كان يتركلي ولا ضحكه

غص الدرج نزلت دموع الباب
عمرك شفت شي باب عم يبكي

راح الفرح معها تركني وغاب
وما كان يتركلي ولا ضحكي

غص الدرج... نزلت دموع الباب
عمرك شفت شي باب عم يبكي

يا بيتها شوغيرالأحوال
تاصرت غيبة شمس عم تغفي

ع شرفتك شو يبس الموال
ع شرفتك شو يبس الشرفة

وين اللي كانت حلوة الحلوات
وتبحبح الغنجات للحبقة

وين الحكي وينن هكا العجقات
راح الحكي واختنقت العجقة

راح الفرح معها تركني وغاب
وما كان يتركلي ولا ضحكه

غص الدرج... نزلت دموع الباب
عمرك شفت شي باب عم يبكي

راح الفرح معها تركني وغاب
وما كان يتركلي ولا ضحكه

غص الدرج ...نزلت دموع الباب
عمرك شفت شي باب عم يبكي
عمرك شفت شي باب عم يبكي

غناء: عاصي الحلاني

Song available at:

http://pages.6arab.com/singers-ar/north/3asy/index-ar.shtml

J.K.Rowling

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?
You think that we don't recall them more clearly
than ever in times of trouble?

My First Grade One Journal Cont...(16)

Message of truth

Samar, a few months ago I saw your mother. A strong woman but her eyes tired, and full of thought. I am not here to write a letter of false hope, but a message of truth. The day I saw your mother is a day I will never forget. My entire life I have always learned of a safe distance between elders, stranger and acquaintances. Living in Bahrain we all know what to do, we shake hands, smile politely, maybe lean in for a quick brush across each cheek if initiated by the elder person, and carry on our way. The day I saw your mother with a posture that contradicted the tears in her eyes was the 1 year anniversary of your safe path to heaven. I sat down next to her, greeted her politely as I explained, as one is taught to do in any situation. I know she saw you in my eyes. I know she sees you in all of us, all of your brothers, sisters, family and friends. I saw the tears stream down her face. In that exact moment, I stood to my feet. Some kind of wall had just been broken before me, because I found myself holding your mother, hoping that in someway it would bring her peace, comfort and the reminder that she is not alone. No one should be expected to suffer alone; God blessed us with the ability to feel, to cry, to break. Um Samar, I want you to know that I will remember that day, because that day, I felt like no stranger, Instead, we were two people, who understood… No words necessary. That day reminded me that although people may be unique, different in each way, we all feel pain. Um Samar, I saw you hurting, and I hope you know I hurt with you. We all hurt with you. But we also smile for you, because you were blessed with a daughter that brought joy to this earth. It may have only seemed like a moment, a fraction of time that she was present with us… But she made an impact on every soul that passed her by. To you Um Samar and your entire family, your heads should be held so high… Your wonderful daughter brought together a divided nation through united love for one young girl…For that very reason, I hope you can find a way to always look past dark moments and just smile for who she was, who she is, and who she always will be in every heart that has had the great blessing to simply shake her hand.

Alia Aljarallah

IF ROSES GREW IN HEAVEN

If Roses grow in Heaven,

Lord please pick a bunch for me,

Place them in my Mother's arms

and tell her they're from me.

Tell her I love her and miss her,

and when she turns to smile,

place a kiss upon her cheek

and hold her for awhile.

Because remembering her is easy,

I do it every day,

but there's an ache within my heart

that will never go away.

Anonymous

سامحوني

سامحوني، يا أولادي سامحوني
إن لم أعد كما كنتم تعهدوني

وعن ذكر سمر باستمرار، اعذروني
فثلاثتكم أحبائي وأقرب لي من جفوني

ولكن حبيبتي سمر لم تعد تراها عيوني
ومهما ناديتها لا ترد ولكن أنتم تجيبوني

سامحوني، إذ بلحظة دموعي خانوني
وأثقلت عليكم بحزني، فرجاءا تحملوني

ولعدم مرافقتكم إلى مكان أحبته لا تلوموني
فذكرياتي مع سمر ستحرك آلامي وشجوني

فكيف لي أن أذهب من غير سمر؟ أخبروني
دون أن أتحطم وينتحب فؤادي، فتبكوني

!دموعكم الغالية تخفونها كي لا تعذبوني
أطلقوا العنان لها فأنا أراها حائرة، صدقوني

واشكروا الله بأنني لم أصب بالهوس والجنون
فالحياة ما بعد سمر علقما تعرفونه كما تعرفوني

أصبح الأسى توأمي فكيف لكم منه تنقذوني؟
وكيف لكم يا أحبائي أن تروا الابتسامة وتسعدوني؟

لا يوجد حلا لعذابي مهما حاولتم أن تساعدوني
هذا قدرنا...فما عليكم إلا أن تتقبلوه و تتقبلوني

سنمشي الدرب معا، انتم و أباكم ترافقوني
فأنتم أفضل سند اتكأ عليه، ألا فاسندوني

رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2008

العيد

يحتفل المسلمون بعيدي الفطر والأضحى من كل عام ويعدون لكل عيد عدته، أكتب عن كيفية استعدادك ليوم العيد، وماذا فعلت في نهار العيد، ذاكراً مشاعرك
استيقظت باكراً وذلك قبل أربعة أيام من عيد الفطر من صوت بطني لأنني كنت جائعة جداً. كنت أفكر بالعيد وعائلتي وتذكرت أنني لم

". أشتر ثيابا للعيد. ركضت لأمي وقلت لها: " ماما، لم اشتر ثياب العيد". " هيا سمر، تجهزي سنذهب الى مجمع الشيراتون

ذهبنا إلى مجمع الشيراتون وتجولنا به ولم أجد ما يعجبني، وكنت غاضبة جداً، ولكن قالت لي أمي: " سنذهب الى مجمع السيف غداً ونشتري ثياب العيد." أفقت مبكراً باليوم التالي، وذهبت مع أمي الى مجمع السيف، وتجولنا بالسيف كله، وأخيراً وجدت بدلة أعجتبني عند "زارا

ذهبنا مرة أخرى الى مجمع السيف وقد بقي الآن يومين للعيد، واشتريت بدلتين أخريتين من"دبنهامز" لم تعجباني كالبدلة التي اشتريتها من " زارا". رجعت إلى البيت مرتاحة جداً، جلست على الكرسي وأحسست بأنني رفعت الثقل عن كتفي. كنت أفكر بالعيد وعائلتي والأشياء التي سأفعلها يوم العيد وتذكرت أنني نسيت شراء حذاء للعيد! كنت قبل بضع دقائق أحس بالارتياح لأنني اشتريت كل الأشياء اللازمة للعيد، "كيف لي أن أنسى حذاء العيد؟ فقلت لأمي: " هيا بنا يا أمي، أحتاج حذاء العيد

" يا سمر، في يوم من الأيام ستقتليني"
رجعنا إلى مجمع السيف، وهناك تجولنا مرة أخرى بكل المجمع، وأخيراً وجدت حذاء أعجبني من محل " ميلانو " ولكن لم يكن الحذاء مقاس رجلي فذهبت من مكان إلى مكان، وقررت الذهاب الى مجمع العالي. ذهبنا إلى محل "جس" واشتريت حذاء أعجبني وكان مقاس الحذاء 36. عندما وصلت إلى البيت جلست مرة أخرى على الكرسي وأحسست بالارتياح وعندما جاء أبي وقال لي: " يا سمر، أريد أن أرى الحذاء الذي اشتريتيه"، أخرجت الحذاء من علبته ووجدت أن مقاسه 37، بدلاً من 36. يا إلهي، مرة أخرى، رجعت الى مجمع العالي وأحضرت مقاس 36، ولكن عندما عدت إلى البيت و لبسته أحسست بأنه صغير، فعدت مرة أخرى إلى "جس" وأحضرت مقاس 37 الذي كان معي سابقا

في ليلة العيد ذهبت الى الصالون مع أمي وأختي، وصففت شعري للعيد، وكنت متشوقة جداً لأن اليوم الثاني سيكون يوم العيد. أخيراً جاء صباح العيد ولبست ثياب العيد وحذائي الجديد وذهبت الى بيت جدتي من طرف أبي وباركت لهم بالعيد ومن ثم ذهبت الى بيت جدتي من طرف أمي وباركت لهم بالعيد أيضاً، ولعبت مع أقربائي، وأكلنا معاً غداء فخماً. هكذا قضيت يوم العيد ألعب وأذهب الى منازل أقربائي. .أحببت هذا العيد كثيراً ولكن كان متعباً جداً بالنسبة لي ولن أنسى حذاء العيد أبداً
سمر الانصاري
السابع - ج

هي الوردة التي في بيتنا أزهرت

Fly our angel "SAMAR"

Fly by Celine Dion

Fly, fly little wing

Fly beyond imagining

The softest cloud, the whitest dove

Upon the wind of heaven's love

Past the planets and the stars

Leave this lonely world of ours

Escape the sorrow and the pain

And fly again

Fly, fly precious one

Your endless Journey has begun

Take your gentle happiness

Far too beautiful for this

Cross over to the other shore

There is peace all one word

But hold this mem'ry bittersweet

Until we meet.

Fly, fly do not fear

Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear

Your heart is pure, your soul is free

Be on your way, don't wait for me

Above the universe you'll climb

On beyond the hands of time

The moon will rise, the sun will set

But I won't forget

Fly, fly little wing

Fly, where only angels sing

Fly away, the time is right

Go now, find the light.

Click for Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avQx1Tw_Aac

My New Year's Resolutions

My New Year's resolutions are to be quieter and try to understand more science and to be fatter. I want to see the Niagara Falls and go to Iraq with all my troops so we could put Sadam Hussain in jail. I want to get a certificate of achievement and I want Mr. Mark to grow more hair.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 5D
Jan 4,1999

My First Grade One Journal ...(15)

Ordinary Day by Nick Lachey

Click On link to hear song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cInu3dp-Eg

Lyrics

I wish I could tell you

The things I never got the chance to

I wish I was with you now

To see you smile again

I wish we had more time

But time goes by so fast


The moment comes and

Then the moment passes by

In the blink of an eye


And If I had one wish

I Wouldn't ask for money

I wouldn't ask for fame

I wouldn't ask for the power to

Make this world change

If I could have one thing

That one thing that I would chose

Is one more ordinary day with you

With you


I wish I could see you

And be there where my arms could reach you

I wish I could let you know

How much you touch my life

Maybe a little time is all the time we get

The Words we long to say are words that go unsaid

You can go back again

[ Ordinary Day lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]


But if I had one wish

I Wouldn't ask for money

I wouldn't ask for fame

I wouldn't ask for the power to

Make this world change

If I could have one thing

That one thing that I would chose

Is one more ordinary day

With you


I wish we had more time

Time goes by so fast

The moment comes and

Then the moment passes by

In the blink of an eye


But if I had one wish

I Wouldn't ask for money

I wouldn't ask for fame

I wouldn't ask for the power to

Make this world change, no

If I could have one thing

That one thing that I would chose

Is one more ordinary day

Just one more ordinary day with you

With you

Why did you come 2008?

Why did you come two thousand and eight?
And why is everyone happy and feeling so great?
If your intention is to bring me joy, then it is too late
Since you have already determined my fate

I cannot welcome another new year
Without having my beloved daughter near
It is amazing how everyone else is joyful and wants to cheer
I guess many among them have not yet lost someone so dear!

"Why are you so sad on this day?" I am asked
Does it coincide with the day your daughter passed?"
Gone should be the days that you mourned her and cried
It is over a year since your beloved daughter died!"

Is there anyone who understands why I still cry?
And why I do not wish another day to come and fly?
And why I want to go back to when my hopes were high
Two new years ago, when I did not know how it is like to sigh

Although my daughter is always in my heart alive
I want her next to me, when I eat, wake up, sleep and drive
Oh two thousand and eight, I wish you did not arrive
I wish you go two new years back and my past revive.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2008, Copyright©

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

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