You left a scent
on your bed sheet,
and a shadow to
occupy your seat,
to always welcome me
and greet.
But most of all,
you left me love
with each heart beat.
No one feels your presence
more than me-
Is this how
It’s supposed to be?
That only I
can feel and see,
When others fear
to remember thee.
You are with me
the moment I open my eye
When I start my day
and gaze at the sky
Wishing that
I was the one to die.
You were so young
to say goodbye.
Life goes on as usual
for everyone.
Not for me,
nothing is normal
since you’ve been gone.
I wish, from my present,
I could escape and run,
And go back
to when you were with us,
my dearest one.
People keep telling me
that I’m wrong
because I keep singing
your song.
They claim I’m dragging
my grief too long
by keeping you
in my present, where
you no more belong.
Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter,
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
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Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Sunday, May 01, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
1984 Intro Commentary
In the first few paragraphs of George Orwell’s 1984, the reader catches a glimpse of the extremely uncomfortable life Winston lives. The apartment building in which he lives is described vividly and the components of society and the political party are introduced. Orwell successfully established a depressing and disturbing setting through his abundant use of descriptive language. Vivid descriptions of the main character Winston are evident in the beginning of the novel, helping the mood to be established more effectively. A great use of imagery is included, both visual and olfactory, as well as his detailed descriptions of objects and the world Winston lives in.
Through the character descriptions of Winston, the reader infers that Winston is an extremely uncomfortable man, both physically and mentally. This greatly helps to establish the disturbing and depressing mood. In the first few sentences of the passage, Winston enters his building with his chin nuzzled into his breast in hopes of escaping the vile winds; it is evident from the first few sentences that Winston is extremely uncomfortable. The physical discomfort of Winston adds on to the feeling of disturbance and depression in the reader’s mind; “The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine, and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way”. In this particular quote, Orwell is trying to say that even though Winston is relatively young, he is finding it difficult to go up a few flights of stairs, because the society in which he lives in has caused his body to grow tired. He is depicted as a small, frail figure whose skin has been roughened by coarse soap, blunt razor blades, and the winter cold. From this depiction, you can infer that Winston’s discomfort is a direct result of the environment in which he lives in. Discomfort is obvious in Winston’s actions as well; “Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer”. He is obviously scared and uncomfortable, as anyone would be if they felt there were being spied on. The depiction of Winston as an extremely uncomfortable and scared man is one of the methods Orwell uses to establish his depressing and disturbing mood.
Images of a depressing setting appear in the reader’s mind as he reads the passage. Every object is described with such detail that it would be hard for a clear image to not appear in the reader’s mind. The description of the Big Brother poster leaves the reader feeling unsettled and scared; “It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features”. Big Brother is described elaborately to the extent that description of his features makes the reader feel that it isn’t a poster, but a real intimidating man who is watching you. Big Brother is even given an age by Orwell, thus making him more and more realistic. Orwell also goes from using the word poster to the word picture while describing Big Brother thus adding to his realism; “It was one of those pictures which were so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran”. The reader is left disturbed and depressed because he feels that Winston and all the inhabitants of Oceania are being watched and spied upon. Orwell’s description of London leaves an unsettling feeling in the reader as well; “A kilometer away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape”. The word grimy in this quote is significant in establishing a depressing mood, for you can actually visualize the Ministry of Truth within depressing London. His extravagant description of London itself also adds to the depressing mood; “Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with balks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions?” This quote paints a depressing picture for the reader, a picture in which the city of London is depicted in the same way that Winston is, worn down by its environment. In addition to the visual images, Orwell also uses the technique of olfactory imagery to convey the mood of the novel. The hallways of Victory Mansions have a distinct odor, boiled cabbage and old rag mats. This specific odor is not associated with pleasant atmospheres, for it is a foul odor. This description of the odor only adds to Winston’s discomfort. He is physically tired as he is walking in his apartment building which has a foul odor, and is having his every move watched. The foul odor of the hallways makes the reader feel even more disturbed and depressed, because it only adds to the discomfort of Winston.
Cold weather has always been associated with depressing atmospheres. Orwell mentions the cold weather quite frequently throughout this passage, for the passage begins with, “It was a bright cold day in April”. Also, Winston enters the building with his chin nuzzled in his breast in order to escape the extreme cold. When Winston’s appearance was being described, it was mentioned that his skin was roughened by the cold of the winter that had jus ended. Winter is not a very pleasant time of year, and the mention of cold has two purposes, to add to the mood of depression, and to add to Winston’s discomfort. “Outside, even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining in the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere”. After reading that quote, the reader feels overwhelmed and depressed, because he feels that even though Winston is inside the building he can still sense the cold of the outside world. Not only is the mood inside the apartment building, a depressing one, but so is the atmosphere in the streets of London. In the apartment building there is a foul odor and no privacy, and outside it is cold and colorless; this makes the reader feel that there is no escape from the depressing setting.
Samar Al-Ansari 11.5
Nov. 26,’04
Through the character descriptions of Winston, the reader infers that Winston is an extremely uncomfortable man, both physically and mentally. This greatly helps to establish the disturbing and depressing mood. In the first few sentences of the passage, Winston enters his building with his chin nuzzled into his breast in hopes of escaping the vile winds; it is evident from the first few sentences that Winston is extremely uncomfortable. The physical discomfort of Winston adds on to the feeling of disturbance and depression in the reader’s mind; “The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine, and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way”. In this particular quote, Orwell is trying to say that even though Winston is relatively young, he is finding it difficult to go up a few flights of stairs, because the society in which he lives in has caused his body to grow tired. He is depicted as a small, frail figure whose skin has been roughened by coarse soap, blunt razor blades, and the winter cold. From this depiction, you can infer that Winston’s discomfort is a direct result of the environment in which he lives in. Discomfort is obvious in Winston’s actions as well; “Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer”. He is obviously scared and uncomfortable, as anyone would be if they felt there were being spied on. The depiction of Winston as an extremely uncomfortable and scared man is one of the methods Orwell uses to establish his depressing and disturbing mood.
Images of a depressing setting appear in the reader’s mind as he reads the passage. Every object is described with such detail that it would be hard for a clear image to not appear in the reader’s mind. The description of the Big Brother poster leaves the reader feeling unsettled and scared; “It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features”. Big Brother is described elaborately to the extent that description of his features makes the reader feel that it isn’t a poster, but a real intimidating man who is watching you. Big Brother is even given an age by Orwell, thus making him more and more realistic. Orwell also goes from using the word poster to the word picture while describing Big Brother thus adding to his realism; “It was one of those pictures which were so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran”. The reader is left disturbed and depressed because he feels that Winston and all the inhabitants of Oceania are being watched and spied upon. Orwell’s description of London leaves an unsettling feeling in the reader as well; “A kilometer away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape”. The word grimy in this quote is significant in establishing a depressing mood, for you can actually visualize the Ministry of Truth within depressing London. His extravagant description of London itself also adds to the depressing mood; “Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with balks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions?” This quote paints a depressing picture for the reader, a picture in which the city of London is depicted in the same way that Winston is, worn down by its environment. In addition to the visual images, Orwell also uses the technique of olfactory imagery to convey the mood of the novel. The hallways of Victory Mansions have a distinct odor, boiled cabbage and old rag mats. This specific odor is not associated with pleasant atmospheres, for it is a foul odor. This description of the odor only adds to Winston’s discomfort. He is physically tired as he is walking in his apartment building which has a foul odor, and is having his every move watched. The foul odor of the hallways makes the reader feel even more disturbed and depressed, because it only adds to the discomfort of Winston.
Cold weather has always been associated with depressing atmospheres. Orwell mentions the cold weather quite frequently throughout this passage, for the passage begins with, “It was a bright cold day in April”. Also, Winston enters the building with his chin nuzzled in his breast in order to escape the extreme cold. When Winston’s appearance was being described, it was mentioned that his skin was roughened by the cold of the winter that had jus ended. Winter is not a very pleasant time of year, and the mention of cold has two purposes, to add to the mood of depression, and to add to Winston’s discomfort. “Outside, even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining in the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere”. After reading that quote, the reader feels overwhelmed and depressed, because he feels that even though Winston is inside the building he can still sense the cold of the outside world. Not only is the mood inside the apartment building, a depressing one, but so is the atmosphere in the streets of London. In the apartment building there is a foul odor and no privacy, and outside it is cold and colorless; this makes the reader feel that there is no escape from the depressing setting.
Samar Al-Ansari 11.5
Nov. 26,’04
Monday, April 18, 2011
من أنا
عرف ب
مثلك الأعلى المفضل: الملك فيصل بن عبد العزيز اّل سعود
أنني أحترم و أقدر كل ما فعله الملك فيصل باسم العروبة و الاسلام. انه حقا لانسان مذهل، و يا ليتني أستطيع أن أرجع أيدي الساعة لكي ارده للشعب العربي
شاعرك المفضل: عبدالرحمن بن مساعد اّل سعود
انني لا أقرأ الكثير من الشعر، و لكن بعدما سمعت كلمات أغنية "مذهلة" لمحمد عبده التي هي من كلمات عبدارحمن بن مساعد، انجذبت
الى شعره
الى شعره
مطربك/مطربتك المفضلة: جوليا بطرس
صوت جوليا قوي و حنون و اشعر بالراحة النفسيةعندما استمع الى اغانيها
كاتبك المفضل: جبران خليل جبران
ان جبران لفيلسوف حقا، فان كتبه كلها و باأخص كتاب "الرسول" تولد المزيج من العواطف في قلبي
صديقك المفضل: لطيفة رشيد المعراج
لطيفة هي توأم روحي، فانها تكتملني و لها معزة خاصة في قلبي. أنني أعتبرها كأكثر من اخت و أعرف اننا سنظل اصدقاء الى الابد
المرأة المفضلة: اختي قدر الأنصاري
اننى احترم قدر كثيرا و دائما اعتمد عليها ان ترشدني. أنها اقرب انسانة على قلبي
لونك المفضل: الوردي
لونك المفضل: الوردي
ان اللون الوردي يذكرني بطفولتي البريئة و هذا السبب أحبب هذا اللون الجميل
طعامك المفضل: الشاى
اعرف ان الشاي ليس نوعا من الطعام و لكنني أموت بشيء اسمه الشاي! اننى احب كل أنواع الشاي، فان الشاي يريح أعصابي
الصيف المفضل: أفضل صيف قضيته هو صيف 2003 عندما ذهبت الى تركيا مع كل عائلتي
هوايتك المفضلة: لعب كرة القدم
انني استمتع كثيرا عندما العب كرة القدم فانني احس بلاتحكم
سمر الأنصاري
الصف الثاني عشر
2006
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Letter to my Child
Thank you for the love you gave,
And all the joy you brought,
For all the times when you were small
And filled each waking thought.
For all the laughter, smiles and tears,
The studying and stress,
The memory of muddy boots
And that special party dress!
The days the house filled up with friends
I never knew each name,
The growing up, the leaving home,
How quiet life became.
The letters, cards and photographs
Each play their special part,
But thanks for the love we shared,
Still growing in my heart.
Iris Hesselden
And all the joy you brought,
For all the times when you were small
And filled each waking thought.
For all the laughter, smiles and tears,
The studying and stress,
The memory of muddy boots
And that special party dress!
The days the house filled up with friends
I never knew each name,
The growing up, the leaving home,
How quiet life became.
The letters, cards and photographs
Each play their special part,
But thanks for the love we shared,
Still growing in my heart.
Iris Hesselden
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Thursday, April 07, 2011
جدي العزيز
سأتكلم اليوم عن شخص مميز في قلبي وهو جدي العزيز من جهة أمي
جدي هو مواطن فلسطيني اسمه ربحي أحمد حماده وهو في الخامسة والثمانين من عمره (الله يطول بعمره)، وهو لا يزال يصوم. ولد في الرملة ثم سكن في حيفا . تزوج جدتي وعمره ثلاثون سنة وجدتي كانت في الخامسة عشر من عمرها. ثم اليهود اغتصبوا فلسطين وجدي كان يشتغل كصيدلي وأراد أن يأخذ شهادته من الصيدلية ولكن اليهود كانوا يحيطون بالصيدلية. ترك جدي فلسطين وذهب إلى بلدان عديدة ومنها: لبنان،الأردن،السعودية سكن جدي في السعودية وجعل أولاده يلتحقون بأفضل المدارس في البلاد الأخرى لأن العلم كان أهم شئ لديه. أنشأ جدي صيدلية وشركة أدوية في السعودية وهو لا يزال يشتغل.يتمنى جدي أن يرى فلسطين لو لحظة واحدة . نسيت أن أقول لكم أن جدي يشبه الرئيس الحبيب جمال عبد الناصر، وكان الناس يسلمون عليه في الشارع. يا جدي كم فخورة بك و سأحملك في قلبي دائما، إن شاء الله ترى فلسطين مرة أخرى
سمر الأنصاري
الصف السادس أ
23/2/2000
الصف السادس أ
23/2/2000
Monday, April 04, 2011
Birthday Gift
Today, I turn twenty-three
My only wish, is for you to hug me
Feel your kisses on my face
As we warmly embrace.
This wish will not come true
For I can’t physically be with you.
So blow me kisses up to the sky
One by one, let them fly.
I’ll catch each kiss wrapped with love
As it reaches the skies above.
Mom, this birthday gift is all I need
As from material things, I’m now freed
My love to you and to everyone
Who observes this day since I was gone.
Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
My only wish, is for you to hug me
Feel your kisses on my face
As we warmly embrace.
This wish will not come true
For I can’t physically be with you.
So blow me kisses up to the sky
One by one, let them fly.
I’ll catch each kiss wrapped with love
As it reaches the skies above.
Mom, this birthday gift is all I need
As from material things, I’m now freed
My love to you and to everyone
Who observes this day since I was gone.
Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Friday, April 01, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Plane Crash
A plane carrying a group of adolescents disappeared off the radar yesterday while taking the youngsters to a place of safety and uninvolved in the present war. After a few hours of chaos and tangled nerves, the air control officers were unable to provide the media with an exact location of the probable plane crash, but an assumption. They assume that the plane crashed into an uninhibited island towards the East of Spain, and the naval and air force officers have already set off in search for these missing children. Air control officers used their flight simulator program to see what might’ve went wrong, but didn’t receive exact answers. The hiatus in this report is quite obvious, and whether the passengers are alive or dead is not known, and we can only pray that they are still living and will be rescued shortly.
In his national speech, the Minister of Information, Sir Robert Douglas offered his deepest sympathies to the families and friends of the passengers, and wanted to assuage their concerns to the best of his ability. He also liked to deny the horrendous innuendo that the pilot, Mark Darcy, was under the influence of alcohol and pain killers in the press conference held shortly after the disappearance of the plane: “Mark Darcy was a meritorious pilot, and the fate of this plane ride is of no fault of his own. Only a provincial individual would believe such ghastly rumors. As unctuous as I might sound, I assure you, I am doing my best to elicit as much information as possible.”
This awful plane crash has led to a decadence in aircraft technology in the United Kingdom, but hopefully the children are fine, and we can put this terrible episode behind us and transcend above it.
Samar Al-Ansari 11.5
Sep. 12.’04
In his national speech, the Minister of Information, Sir Robert Douglas offered his deepest sympathies to the families and friends of the passengers, and wanted to assuage their concerns to the best of his ability. He also liked to deny the horrendous innuendo that the pilot, Mark Darcy, was under the influence of alcohol and pain killers in the press conference held shortly after the disappearance of the plane: “Mark Darcy was a meritorious pilot, and the fate of this plane ride is of no fault of his own. Only a provincial individual would believe such ghastly rumors. As unctuous as I might sound, I assure you, I am doing my best to elicit as much information as possible.”
This awful plane crash has led to a decadence in aircraft technology in the United Kingdom, but hopefully the children are fine, and we can put this terrible episode behind us and transcend above it.
Samar Al-Ansari 11.5
Sep. 12.’04
Thursday, March 24, 2011
أمي لم تصمتين؟
أمي لم تصمتين؟
حزينة لا تتحدثين
صامتة تتعذبين
أليس هنالك ما تقولين؟
ما بك أمي؟ بم تسرحين؟
أمتوعكة أنت وتتألمين؟
أمي لم لي لا تبوحين؟
بما يحزنك وتكتمين
هل بالحبيبة سمرتفكرين؟
أعلم أنك اليها تشتاقين
ووجودها تفتقدين
أنظري إلي فسمر ترين
وعبر نبرات صوتي صوتها تسمعين
صمتك يمزقني يا أغلى الغاليين
تكلمي،اصرخي ،افعلي ما تشائين
لكن أرجوك أمي لا تصمتين
©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
خالي بسام العزيز
أمس احتفلنا بعيد الأسرة ، وأنا أحب كل شخص في أسرتي ،ولكن اليوم اخترت خالي بسام حماده العزيز
خالي متوسط العمر وهو مواطن فلسطيني ولكنه يعيش في السعودية ولهذا يلبس الثوب، ولكن عندما يذهب إلى بلدان أخرى يلبس بدله . يغطي رأسه شعر ناعم وخفيف.له عينان عسليتان صغيرتان وأنفه صغير وعندما يبتسم تظهر أسنانه الجميلة ،خداه أحمران كالتفاح . خالي رجل طويل القامة ومعتدل الوزن
خالي رجل لطيف ومسل ،ويشتغل كثيرا وهو وكيل شيروتي في الرياض وهو يحب أن يسهر ويستيقظ مؤخرا. له أصدقاء كثيرون ويحب الصغار كثيرا. وهو كان يدلع إخوتي وهم صغار ولكن لما ولدت بعد بضعة أشهر ولد ابنه وأنا أحس أنه لا يدلعني كثيرا. هو لطيف مع كل الناس ،ويساعد الآخرين، ويسلي الصغار ودائما يطعمهم الحلوة اللذيذة
أحب خالي كثيرا وان شاء الله يطول عمره كثيرا
سمر الأنصاري
الصف السادس أ
22/3/ 2000
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
المدارس الحديثة
المقدمة: نسبت أن أتدرب على القراءة في البيت وامتلأ قلبي خوفا
الجسم: قالت المعلمة أن استعد لأسمع الأمثولة وكنت خائفة جدا ، بدأت بالقراءة ولكن كنت أتلعثم وأخطأت وأخطاء كثيرة فسألتني المعلمة : لماذا كل هذه الأخطاء؟ قلت لها : لم أتدرب جيدا . فكرت أنها ستصرخ علي ولكنها نصحتني بصوت لطيف أن أقدم بواجبي دائما
الخاتمة: حمدت ربي لأنني في هذا العصر الحديث والمعلمون والمعلمات لا يضربون الطلاب
سمر الأنصاري
الصف السادس أ
ديسمبر 1999
Monday, March 07, 2011
الأمم المتحدة
قرأت درسا عن منظمة الأمم المتحدة واستفدت منه، فحلمت أنني الأمينة العامة لمنظمة الأمم المتحدة
لو كنت الأمينة العامة لمنظمة الأمم المتحدة أول شئ سأفعله أن أجعل فلسطين بلدة مستقلة وأخرج كل الإسرائيلين من فلسطين وأضعهم في أميركا وأوروبا وأمنعهم من دخول فلسطين. وأوقف الحروب وأنشر الإسلام وأزيل الخلافات بين الدول. و أحافظ عللى الأجيال القادمة لأن الأرض سخرها لنا ربي لنعيش عليها ويجب أن نحافظ عليها كما سأوقف السباق حول التسلح
لا أحب أن تكون وظيفتي هذه ولكن أتمنى أن مشاريعي تصبح حقيقية
سمر الأنصاري
الصف السادس أ
13/10/ 1999
Friday, March 04, 2011
الأهل مجتمعون
أينك سمر؟ ها هم الأهل مجتمعون
لأحاديث بعضهم يستمعون
ولطرفة من أحدهم يبتسمون
ولسماع الأخبار متشوقون
أنا بينهم أستمع لما يقولون
لكن مكانك خال لا يملأه المحبون
صورتك لا تفارقني وهم يتسامرون
أبكيك بداخلي حتى دموعي لا يرون
دمعي دفنته في أحداق العيون
خشية أن يلاحظوني فيتكدرون
فتتلاشى سعادتهم ويتألمون
أبكيك بصمت كي لا يسمعون
أسترجع المرات التي جلست حيث يجلسون
وكم ضحكت كما هم اليوم يضحكون
فاصرخ بصمت أناديك دون أن يشعرون
© رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
2011جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
You're My Guest In Thought
Once A Day
And Sometimes More,
You Knock Upon My
Day Dream Door.
And l say Warmly,
"Come Right In,
l'm Glad You're Here
With Me Again!"
We Sit Right Down
And Have A long Chat,
Recalling This,
Discussing That,
Until Some Task
Comes right along
That l must Do.. That
Forces Me Away From You...
Reluctantly l Say Goodbye,
Smiling With A Little Sigh.
For Through My Day Dreams
They Bring You Near,
l Wish That You
Were Really Here ....
But What Reality
Can't Change,
My Dreams And Wishes
Can Arrange...
And Through My Wishing
You'll Be Brought,
To Me Each Day,
A Guest In Thought.
Author Unknown
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Vocabulary-Winston
One surreptitious glance from O’Brien made Winston feel at ease; he was not anomalous for transgressing state laws. Winston knew that O’Brien committed thought crime as well; they were both insurgents at heart. “Oh brother of mine, I do not need to be cajoled, for I have always been against the ghastly demagogue, Big Brother. Lead the rebellion and disabuse the people from all this erroneous beliefs, and I will be behind you, for it will be an honor for me to live vicariously through such an extraordinary man as yourself,” Winston couldn’t help thinking as he was sitting in the mandatory physics lectures they made all comrades attend. Winston couldn’t say that to O’Brien, at least out loud, because he would be castigated severely for committing such a “heinous” crime. His heart grew heavier with the new feeling of guilt he acquired, he had to think of something else in order for anyone detecting the rebellion in his eyes. He desperately tried to focus on the lecture in which the physicist was changing what he thought was an immutable law of physics, but he numbed by ennui that he couldn’t focus. The clock struck , the lecture was almost over, and Winston had limited time to approach O’Brien. Winston sat on his extremely uncomfortable seat which sent pangs of pain to his spinal cord trying to contrive a way in which to approach O’Brien in a manner that was not brusque. He wasn’t sure that O’Brien was against Big Brother, so he need to approach him in an manner in which his rebellion was not bluntly obvious. It was fifteen minutes past , and like mindless robots, everyone got up uniformly to leave. On O’Brien’s way out, he winked at Winston, making Winston’s heart beat so fast that he was scared someone would notice; O’Brien was definitely an insurgent. He alone was the sole arbiter of the fate of our revolutionary movement.
Samar Al-Ansari
Nov. 28,’04
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
لماذا كل هذه الدموع؟
" يا امرأة، لماذا كل هذه الدموع؟"
أبكي ابنتي وأناديها بفؤاد موجوع
اشتقت إليها فقد ذهبت دون رجوع
تركتني والأسى على وجنتي مطبوع
عذرا إن كنت أنتحب بصوت مسموع
والعبرات تتدفق من عيوني كالينبوع
فأنا أشعر وكأن جزءا من جسدي مخلوع
"لا تبك فأنت مؤمنة و تصلي بخشوع
وتعلمين بأن الموت حق مشروع
أدع لها أن تجاور الأنبياء محمد ويسوع"
هل البكاء علي أيضا ممنوع؟
ولا أستطيع ذكرها بصوت مرفوع
أنا مؤمنة بقضاء الله لكن قلبي مفجوع
يذوب كذوبان الشموع
أرجو أن يكون حبكم لي مشفوع
...مدركين بأن قلبي أصبح منزوع
©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
2011
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, February 07, 2011
Remembrance
Remembrance is a golden chain
Death tries to break,
but all in vain.
To have, to love, and then to part
Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart.
The years may wipe out many things
But some they wipe out never.
Like memories of those happy times
When we were all together.
Author Unknown
Friday, February 04, 2011
رسائلك
ابنتي أرسلت لي رسالة تخبريني
عن فرحتك لما فعلته من أجلك وتعلميني
.بأنك معي في كل لحظة تراقبيني
رسائلك تبعثيها مع الأغراب لتبلغيني
بأنك حبيبتي بخير وتطمئنيني
وتؤكدي لي بأنك لم تفارقيني
ترى لم لا تأتي بنفسك وتزوريني؟
أمي أخشى لو زرتك بحلم تبكيني"
بعد السعادة التي ستغمرك عندما تريني
ومن القبلات التي احن إليها تشبعيني
إن صحوت من النوم ولم تجديني
ويبقى حضنك خال بعد أن كنت تضميني
سامحيني أمي إن لم آتيك بحلم... سامحيني
".المهم أن رسائلي تصلك حتى لو لم تشاهديني
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
2011© جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Comparative Commentary
Text A, an article from HIGH, Mountain Sports magazine, and the poem “Breathless” by Wilfred Noyce both deal with the same experience, mountain climbing. Their themes, general statements on human nature or experience, are similar with minor differences. They used literary techniques such as imagery (creating an image through words) and diction (word choice) for similar purposes, but in different ways. Also, they used similar techniques but for different purposes.
Both authors address the concept of determination in their themes. Text A says that in order to experience the captivating beauty of nature you must be able to endure the hardships that come along with it; thus you must have qualities that make you enduring such as determination, “Summits such as Cook have irresistible climbing appeal but are unnerving in reality.” Text B, on the other hand, talks about the importance of self motivation and determination when aiming for something. Both themes acknowledge that the goal is only part of the experience. Although the speaker in the first text is very passionate about the beauty of nature and the experience itself, he recognizes that reaching the summit was only part of the experience, “Rather than giving satisfaction, they reinforce the sense of urgency that is essential in mountaineering. There was still much to do. Celebrations would have to wait.” Acknowledging that the goal is only part of the experience is one of the enduring qualities that a mountain climber must have, thus in relation to the theme, if you want to experience the beauty of nature you must acknowledge the fact that reaching the summit is only part of the journey. The speaker in Text B also realizes that the reaching the top is only part of the journey. He is struggling throughout his climb to the top, “One step, one heart-beat, stone no nearer, dragging feet.” His emphasis on the struggle of the climb to the top makes it exceptionally clear to the reader that the experience of mountain climbing is composed of multiple journeys. In spite the struggle of the first journey, the speaker in text B managed to go on through determination and self motivation.
Quite an extensive amount of imagery is used throughout both writings. The use of imagery is used to strengthen the understanding of the theme to the readers. A significant amount of visual imagery is included in Text A. The visual imagery was created through the extensive use of adjectives of positive connotation and figurative language such as metaphors and personification. By creating beautiful images in the reader’s mind, the author strengthens his theme which talks about experiencing the beauty of nature. Text A does not have a focus on the drawbacks of mountain climbing as Text B does, thus the author has a more positive outlook on the subject itself. Words of positive connotation are used to describe the view the speaker sees and thus the reader is not discouraged from mountain climbing, and is able to identify with the theme because he/she can picture the captivating beauty of nature, “The Tasman Sea was hidden by a low blanket of white cloud”. Metaphors are also used to beautify nature and it helps the reader identify objects he is familiar with and nature, “The mountains were black silhouettes against the brightening sky”. Through personification the author makes nature seem larger than life, “Once over the summit rocks, the sun climbed higher and we daubed our faces with sunscreen”. Tactile imagery is used in Text B in order to create an emphasis on the struggle of the climb towards the top. The imagery used is so effective that the reader feels that he is going through what the climber is going through, and thus empathy is created. The repetition of the struggle to breathe makes you feel like you are also struggling to breathe, “Lungs pant, dry air, sorry scant.” The reader comes to a complete understanding of the struggle of the climb, and since words of negative connotation are used, the reader is discouraged into mountain climbing. There is also a degree of visual imagery used, in the sense that you can picture the speaker, an exhausted, lonely person who finds every step forward a struggle. The tactile imagery helps to formulate the visual image of the speaker. Through familiarizing the reader with the feelings the speaker is feeling, the reader was able to picture the speaker.
The purpose of the first text was to convey the theme, while the purpose of the second text was to share a personal experience. Text A was found in a Mountain Sports Magazine, thus it was inferred that the author wanted to directly tell people that mountain climbing is a beautiful experience, but a hard one, and the person has to be up to it. The fact that it was in a mountain sports magazine implies that the reader takes the sport seriously, thus the author wanted to say that it is a serious task that requires determination. The author successfully achieved his purpose through imagery and diction. Text B was written at a height of 6.5 Km, thus the reader infers that it is a personal experience. Although “I” and “me” are not used, it is obvious that it is a personal experience. The author wants to share his struggle and familiarize the readers with it, and did so by the use of tactile imagery.
The atmospheres in the two texts are completely different than one another. In simple terms, Text A could be describes as light, and Text B as dark. The first text seems to have a calm, peaceful atmosphere, while the other text seems to have a unnerving, depressing, and frustrating atmosphere. The visual imagery in the first text greatly helps establish the peaceful atmosphere, “The snow beneath broke and crunched like shards of glass.” Glass breaking is usually not associated with positive atmospheres, but the comparison of the glass breaking to the snow breaking creates a beautiful mental image that calms the reader. Also, the positive diction used greatly contributes to the positive atmosphere. Finally, you do not feel that the speaker himself is nervous or tired, he seems calm and is experiencing the beauty of nature to its fullest. The tactile imagery in Text B adds to the atmosphere. By feeling what the speaker is feeling, you can have a vivid sense of what the atmosphere is like, it is depressing, unnerving, and somewhat frightening, “Grind breath, once more then on.” The reader can imagine himself in the position of the author and thus can familiarize with the atmosphere. The words of negative connotation greatly contribute to the negative atmosphere, “dry air”. The atmospheres of both texts can be linked to the themes, the author of Text A created a positive atmosphere in order to emphasize on the beauty of nature, while the author of Text B created a negative atmosphere in order to emphasize on the struggle of the climb.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 11.5
Both authors address the concept of determination in their themes. Text A says that in order to experience the captivating beauty of nature you must be able to endure the hardships that come along with it; thus you must have qualities that make you enduring such as determination, “Summits such as Cook have irresistible climbing appeal but are unnerving in reality.” Text B, on the other hand, talks about the importance of self motivation and determination when aiming for something. Both themes acknowledge that the goal is only part of the experience. Although the speaker in the first text is very passionate about the beauty of nature and the experience itself, he recognizes that reaching the summit was only part of the experience, “Rather than giving satisfaction, they reinforce the sense of urgency that is essential in mountaineering. There was still much to do. Celebrations would have to wait.” Acknowledging that the goal is only part of the experience is one of the enduring qualities that a mountain climber must have, thus in relation to the theme, if you want to experience the beauty of nature you must acknowledge the fact that reaching the summit is only part of the journey. The speaker in Text B also realizes that the reaching the top is only part of the journey. He is struggling throughout his climb to the top, “One step, one heart-beat, stone no nearer, dragging feet.” His emphasis on the struggle of the climb to the top makes it exceptionally clear to the reader that the experience of mountain climbing is composed of multiple journeys. In spite the struggle of the first journey, the speaker in text B managed to go on through determination and self motivation.
Quite an extensive amount of imagery is used throughout both writings. The use of imagery is used to strengthen the understanding of the theme to the readers. A significant amount of visual imagery is included in Text A. The visual imagery was created through the extensive use of adjectives of positive connotation and figurative language such as metaphors and personification. By creating beautiful images in the reader’s mind, the author strengthens his theme which talks about experiencing the beauty of nature. Text A does not have a focus on the drawbacks of mountain climbing as Text B does, thus the author has a more positive outlook on the subject itself. Words of positive connotation are used to describe the view the speaker sees and thus the reader is not discouraged from mountain climbing, and is able to identify with the theme because he/she can picture the captivating beauty of nature, “The Tasman Sea was hidden by a low blanket of white cloud”. Metaphors are also used to beautify nature and it helps the reader identify objects he is familiar with and nature, “The mountains were black silhouettes against the brightening sky”. Through personification the author makes nature seem larger than life, “Once over the summit rocks, the sun climbed higher and we daubed our faces with sunscreen”. Tactile imagery is used in Text B in order to create an emphasis on the struggle of the climb towards the top. The imagery used is so effective that the reader feels that he is going through what the climber is going through, and thus empathy is created. The repetition of the struggle to breathe makes you feel like you are also struggling to breathe, “Lungs pant, dry air, sorry scant.” The reader comes to a complete understanding of the struggle of the climb, and since words of negative connotation are used, the reader is discouraged into mountain climbing. There is also a degree of visual imagery used, in the sense that you can picture the speaker, an exhausted, lonely person who finds every step forward a struggle. The tactile imagery helps to formulate the visual image of the speaker. Through familiarizing the reader with the feelings the speaker is feeling, the reader was able to picture the speaker.
The purpose of the first text was to convey the theme, while the purpose of the second text was to share a personal experience. Text A was found in a Mountain Sports Magazine, thus it was inferred that the author wanted to directly tell people that mountain climbing is a beautiful experience, but a hard one, and the person has to be up to it. The fact that it was in a mountain sports magazine implies that the reader takes the sport seriously, thus the author wanted to say that it is a serious task that requires determination. The author successfully achieved his purpose through imagery and diction. Text B was written at a height of 6.5 Km, thus the reader infers that it is a personal experience. Although “I” and “me” are not used, it is obvious that it is a personal experience. The author wants to share his struggle and familiarize the readers with it, and did so by the use of tactile imagery.
The atmospheres in the two texts are completely different than one another. In simple terms, Text A could be describes as light, and Text B as dark. The first text seems to have a calm, peaceful atmosphere, while the other text seems to have a unnerving, depressing, and frustrating atmosphere. The visual imagery in the first text greatly helps establish the peaceful atmosphere, “The snow beneath broke and crunched like shards of glass.” Glass breaking is usually not associated with positive atmospheres, but the comparison of the glass breaking to the snow breaking creates a beautiful mental image that calms the reader. Also, the positive diction used greatly contributes to the positive atmosphere. Finally, you do not feel that the speaker himself is nervous or tired, he seems calm and is experiencing the beauty of nature to its fullest. The tactile imagery in Text B adds to the atmosphere. By feeling what the speaker is feeling, you can have a vivid sense of what the atmosphere is like, it is depressing, unnerving, and somewhat frightening, “Grind breath, once more then on.” The reader can imagine himself in the position of the author and thus can familiarize with the atmosphere. The words of negative connotation greatly contribute to the negative atmosphere, “dry air”. The atmospheres of both texts can be linked to the themes, the author of Text A created a positive atmosphere in order to emphasize on the beauty of nature, while the author of Text B created a negative atmosphere in order to emphasize on the struggle of the climb.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 11.5
Monday, January 24, 2011
A Four Year Old
“Lady, you look old”,
This is what I was told
By a four year old.
I asked, “Why, my little dear?
Is it so evident and clear?
Speak, you’ve nothing to fear.”
She said, “Because you look so sad,
You don’t seem happy or glad
And with dark colors you’re clad.”
Tears fell from my eyes,
It took a minute for a child to realize
What can be missed by the old and wise
That my heart is broken,
My life shaken,
And my joy forever taken.
Bless her as she was able to see
What I tried to hide inside me.
From her eyes, I couldn’t flee.
Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
This is what I was told
By a four year old.
I asked, “Why, my little dear?
Is it so evident and clear?
Speak, you’ve nothing to fear.”
She said, “Because you look so sad,
You don’t seem happy or glad
And with dark colors you’re clad.”
Tears fell from my eyes,
It took a minute for a child to realize
What can be missed by the old and wise
That my heart is broken,
My life shaken,
And my joy forever taken.
Bless her as she was able to see
What I tried to hide inside me.
From her eyes, I couldn’t flee.
Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Love conquers all obstacles
Darius screamed and sat up running his fingers through his sweat-drenched hair. He had just woken up from a nightmare; he dreamt that he died without ever experiencing love. He then stayed up the remainder of the night thinking about love.” Will I ever love?” he thought. He looked around his average house wondering if he will ever have the privilege to love (Kramer 89).
The next morning he wore his leather sandals (Flaherty 27). He looked at his reflection in a bowl of water, and combed his fingers through his thick dark hair; he was picture perfect! Darius set off to work. It was 1760 B.C. and his tenth year at being a scribe. At thirty years’ old he managed to be more successful than ever. He walked out into the streets of Sumer’s Isin, the newly conquered city-sizete by King Kim- Sin of Larrsa (Encarta 2003 Encyclopedia). Although Kim-Sin was a conqueror, Darius adored because under Kim-Sin scribal annals prospered (Encarta 2003 Encyclopedia).He passed through the crowded bazaar and set up at his stand, seeing his fellow scribe friend, Ishtar.
-“Good morning”, Ishtar, said Darius
-“Yes, you are right, it is a good morning”, Ishtar replied.
-“Hah…!” sighed Darius sleepily.
-“Didn’t catch any sleep last night, did you? Were you thinking of love again?”
-“Am I that transparent, Ishtar? My friend, the only reason for me to live is hope of loving someone.”
-“ I will not lie to you Darius. Love feels great, you feel intoxicated all the time. Believe me, I have loved before.”
-“What? When was this?”
-“Many years ago, my friend. Many years ago…..”
-“Excuse me men, which one of you is Darius?” said a large man.
-“ I am . How can I assist you kind sir?” replied Darius.
-“I come to you from my master Hammurabi in Babylon. He has heard of you Darius, and is quite impressed with your work. He would like you to accompany me back to Babylon to be his personal scribe.”
-“I would be honored.”
-“Excellent. Be ready at sunrise tomorrow, I will pick you up here. Good day.”
Hammurabi’s messenger left and Darius jumped with excitement. He worked the rest of the day till sunset, and exchanged goodbyes with Ishtar. As Darius hugged Ishtar, he couldn’t control the tears from flowing down his face. Ishtar saw this and reassured Darius that they will see each other again, if not in this life, in the after life.
It was morning, and Darius was ready to travel. He had all his necessities, and made his way through the bazaar saying goodbye to the things he may never see again. He met Hammurabi’s man, and they rode a two –wheeled chariot that was pulled by horses (Kramer 104).Then they reached the Euphrates River and rode a small wooden boat (Kramer 104). For two days, Darius sat there thinking about his new life and remembering his past life. They finally arrived and went on a chariot ride to Hammurabi’s palace, in what seemed like a few minutes. Darius entered the palace and couldn’t believe his eyes. It was a beautiful place composed of 300 rooms (Jacobs 37). He walked into the throne room, and saw the beautiful floors and walls covered with reed mats, skin rugs, and woolen hangings (Kramer 89). He sat down on a beautiful high backed-chair which was decorated with gold. Hammurabi’s palace was so different from Darius’s simple one storey and brick house. A beautiful lady came up to Darius wearing something very revealing offering him a platter of pomegranates, apples, pears, plums, figs ,and pistachios (ghs.phila.k12). He wasn’t very hungry, but took some grapes just to be polite. The grapes tasted fresh and sweet, like they were just plucked off the tree. The sweetness of the grapes cut through his tongue like a blade. Music was playing and he could hear the voice of a beautiful lady praising Hammurabi. Then Hammurabi entered.
-“Ah, Darius, just the man I wanted to see.”
-“Your grace, I feel honored to be here”, said Darius as he bowed down.
-“Yes, yes, come to dinner, we will talk about business later.”
Darius walked into the dinning and saw the most beautiful feast. He saw the finest baked fish and a gorgeous grilled lamb garnished with vegetables. Darius then set his eyes on the most beautiful woman he ever saw. She was tall, slim, had olive colored skin, and long dark hair. Her green eyes met Darius’s dark brown eyes and together they made hazel. Although he never loved before, he was sure he was in love.
-“ Darius, this is my dear daughter, Inanna, said Hammurabi .”
-“ Pleased to meet you your grace,” said Darius as he bowed down to her .
-“ It is not necessary to bow down for me kind sir”, replied Inanna.
All three of them sat down and enjoyed their feast, as Darius talked about Isin. After dinner, they went to the courtyard to do some talking.
Darius tell me some more about KingRim-Sin.”
“Well he…”
“Your highness, we need you urgently,” said some servants.
“We’ll continue our talk later Darius, feel free to talk with Inanna,” said Hammurabi as he was leaving.
“Darius, what interests you most in life?” said Inanna.
“Love, your grace”.
“There is no need to call me ‘your grace’, it is so formal! Love, huh?
That is interesting. Personally, I have never loved, or ever love for that matter. I will probably marry some rich king. ”What about you?”
Then they both stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like a lifetime for Darius. Then Darius finally returned from his day dream and said: “ I have never loved, Inna…..but I’m beginning to.”
That was when Innana gently placed her lips on his and kissed him tenderly caressing his tongue with hers. She ran his fingers through his thick dark hair and whispered in his ear:
“I’m beginning to love as well.”
She left the room, and Darius went on his way to his sleeping chambers. He slept peacefully, knowing that he began to love. He woke up at sunrise thinking that if Hammurabi ever found out about his love to Hammurabi’s daughter, he would be a dead man. Then he heard a knock on the door and someone asked him to join Hammurabi at the breakfast table.
“Darius, let’s get down to business. Your first scribal job is to write to all the leaders of city states which are Babylon’s allies, saying that I Hammurabi, king of Babylon will defeat Kim-Sin and invade Isin to unite Sumer (Kramer 72)”.
When Darius heard this he felt as if his heart fell to the floor. Hammurabi then left the table saying that he would like Darius to send them out as soon as possible. Darius just sat there for what felt like hours, until Innana appeared more beautiful than ever. She made sure no one was watching and planted a kiss on his moist lips. She sensed Darius was troubled but Darius couldn’t tell her about her “evil” father. After they exchanged romantic feelings and gestures, Inna left and told Darius how much she loved him. Darius was in such a dilemma! If he warned Isin about Hammurabi, Babylon would suffer thus Innana would suffer. Also Hammurabi could get hurt, and Innana would be in so much pain. But if he didn’t warn Isin, his people would die.
Darius got out his clay tablets from the Euphrates River and sharp fork to write with (Jacobs 43).He started writing to all Babylon’s allies informing them on the invasion. As he wrote, he could not stop tears from rolling down his sweaty cheeks. All he wanted was to become a man of love and now he was turning into a man of hate. He gave the clay tablets to the messenger, and was sitting in his chambers crying until he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and it was his friend Ishtar. Ishtar noticed his friend’s unhappiness and Darius had no choice but to reveal everything to him.
“What’s in your heart, Darius?”
”Love.”
“Love for Isin, or for Innana?”
“Both.”
“Then save both.”
Darius then told Ishtar to leave to warn RIM-Sin, and that after the battle he and Innana would elope.
Two days later, Darius was back in Isin ready for battle. But then they heard a loud noise,it was a stampede of people from Isin ready for battle, with Kim-Sin as their leader.
“Who told them?!”Exclaimed Hammurabi.
Courage burst in Darius’s body and he exclaimed:” I told them! This is my home, I will not allow you to destroy it.”
Hammurabi took out his bow and arrow and said:” An eye for an eye ,you betrayed me, I will betray you.”
Then he shot Darius with his bow. Innana saw this and ran to Darius .She pledged:” I will love you forever Darius, forever!”
“As will I, Innana, as will I “, said Darius having his last breath.
Darius died a happy man because he died knowing that he was loved. He died with the love of his lady and the love of his home in his heart.
Samar Al Ansari
Class 9.2
March 19th 2003
The next morning he wore his leather sandals (Flaherty 27). He looked at his reflection in a bowl of water, and combed his fingers through his thick dark hair; he was picture perfect! Darius set off to work. It was 1760 B.C. and his tenth year at being a scribe. At thirty years’ old he managed to be more successful than ever. He walked out into the streets of Sumer’s Isin, the newly conquered city-sizete by King Kim- Sin of Larrsa (Encarta 2003 Encyclopedia). Although Kim-Sin was a conqueror, Darius adored because under Kim-Sin scribal annals prospered (Encarta 2003 Encyclopedia).He passed through the crowded bazaar and set up at his stand, seeing his fellow scribe friend, Ishtar.
-“Good morning”, Ishtar, said Darius
-“Yes, you are right, it is a good morning”, Ishtar replied.
-“Hah…!” sighed Darius sleepily.
-“Didn’t catch any sleep last night, did you? Were you thinking of love again?”
-“Am I that transparent, Ishtar? My friend, the only reason for me to live is hope of loving someone.”
-“ I will not lie to you Darius. Love feels great, you feel intoxicated all the time. Believe me, I have loved before.”
-“What? When was this?”
-“Many years ago, my friend. Many years ago…..”
-“Excuse me men, which one of you is Darius?” said a large man.
-“ I am . How can I assist you kind sir?” replied Darius.
-“I come to you from my master Hammurabi in Babylon. He has heard of you Darius, and is quite impressed with your work. He would like you to accompany me back to Babylon to be his personal scribe.”
-“I would be honored.”
-“Excellent. Be ready at sunrise tomorrow, I will pick you up here. Good day.”
Hammurabi’s messenger left and Darius jumped with excitement. He worked the rest of the day till sunset, and exchanged goodbyes with Ishtar. As Darius hugged Ishtar, he couldn’t control the tears from flowing down his face. Ishtar saw this and reassured Darius that they will see each other again, if not in this life, in the after life.
It was morning, and Darius was ready to travel. He had all his necessities, and made his way through the bazaar saying goodbye to the things he may never see again. He met Hammurabi’s man, and they rode a two –wheeled chariot that was pulled by horses (Kramer 104).Then they reached the Euphrates River and rode a small wooden boat (Kramer 104). For two days, Darius sat there thinking about his new life and remembering his past life. They finally arrived and went on a chariot ride to Hammurabi’s palace, in what seemed like a few minutes. Darius entered the palace and couldn’t believe his eyes. It was a beautiful place composed of 300 rooms (Jacobs 37). He walked into the throne room, and saw the beautiful floors and walls covered with reed mats, skin rugs, and woolen hangings (Kramer 89). He sat down on a beautiful high backed-chair which was decorated with gold. Hammurabi’s palace was so different from Darius’s simple one storey and brick house. A beautiful lady came up to Darius wearing something very revealing offering him a platter of pomegranates, apples, pears, plums, figs ,and pistachios (ghs.phila.k12). He wasn’t very hungry, but took some grapes just to be polite. The grapes tasted fresh and sweet, like they were just plucked off the tree. The sweetness of the grapes cut through his tongue like a blade. Music was playing and he could hear the voice of a beautiful lady praising Hammurabi. Then Hammurabi entered.
-“Ah, Darius, just the man I wanted to see.”
-“Your grace, I feel honored to be here”, said Darius as he bowed down.
-“Yes, yes, come to dinner, we will talk about business later.”
Darius walked into the dinning and saw the most beautiful feast. He saw the finest baked fish and a gorgeous grilled lamb garnished with vegetables. Darius then set his eyes on the most beautiful woman he ever saw. She was tall, slim, had olive colored skin, and long dark hair. Her green eyes met Darius’s dark brown eyes and together they made hazel. Although he never loved before, he was sure he was in love.
-“ Darius, this is my dear daughter, Inanna, said Hammurabi .”
-“ Pleased to meet you your grace,” said Darius as he bowed down to her .
-“ It is not necessary to bow down for me kind sir”, replied Inanna.
All three of them sat down and enjoyed their feast, as Darius talked about Isin. After dinner, they went to the courtyard to do some talking.
Darius tell me some more about KingRim-Sin.”
“Well he…”
“Your highness, we need you urgently,” said some servants.
“We’ll continue our talk later Darius, feel free to talk with Inanna,” said Hammurabi as he was leaving.
“Darius, what interests you most in life?” said Inanna.
“Love, your grace”.
“There is no need to call me ‘your grace’, it is so formal! Love, huh?
That is interesting. Personally, I have never loved, or ever love for that matter. I will probably marry some rich king. ”What about you?”
Then they both stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like a lifetime for Darius. Then Darius finally returned from his day dream and said: “ I have never loved, Inna…..but I’m beginning to.”
That was when Innana gently placed her lips on his and kissed him tenderly caressing his tongue with hers. She ran his fingers through his thick dark hair and whispered in his ear:
“I’m beginning to love as well.”
She left the room, and Darius went on his way to his sleeping chambers. He slept peacefully, knowing that he began to love. He woke up at sunrise thinking that if Hammurabi ever found out about his love to Hammurabi’s daughter, he would be a dead man. Then he heard a knock on the door and someone asked him to join Hammurabi at the breakfast table.
“Darius, let’s get down to business. Your first scribal job is to write to all the leaders of city states which are Babylon’s allies, saying that I Hammurabi, king of Babylon will defeat Kim-Sin and invade Isin to unite Sumer (Kramer 72)”.
When Darius heard this he felt as if his heart fell to the floor. Hammurabi then left the table saying that he would like Darius to send them out as soon as possible. Darius just sat there for what felt like hours, until Innana appeared more beautiful than ever. She made sure no one was watching and planted a kiss on his moist lips. She sensed Darius was troubled but Darius couldn’t tell her about her “evil” father. After they exchanged romantic feelings and gestures, Inna left and told Darius how much she loved him. Darius was in such a dilemma! If he warned Isin about Hammurabi, Babylon would suffer thus Innana would suffer. Also Hammurabi could get hurt, and Innana would be in so much pain. But if he didn’t warn Isin, his people would die.
Darius got out his clay tablets from the Euphrates River and sharp fork to write with (Jacobs 43).He started writing to all Babylon’s allies informing them on the invasion. As he wrote, he could not stop tears from rolling down his sweaty cheeks. All he wanted was to become a man of love and now he was turning into a man of hate. He gave the clay tablets to the messenger, and was sitting in his chambers crying until he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and it was his friend Ishtar. Ishtar noticed his friend’s unhappiness and Darius had no choice but to reveal everything to him.
“What’s in your heart, Darius?”
”Love.”
“Love for Isin, or for Innana?”
“Both.”
“Then save both.”
Darius then told Ishtar to leave to warn RIM-Sin, and that after the battle he and Innana would elope.
Two days later, Darius was back in Isin ready for battle. But then they heard a loud noise,it was a stampede of people from Isin ready for battle, with Kim-Sin as their leader.
“Who told them?!”Exclaimed Hammurabi.
Courage burst in Darius’s body and he exclaimed:” I told them! This is my home, I will not allow you to destroy it.”
Hammurabi took out his bow and arrow and said:” An eye for an eye ,you betrayed me, I will betray you.”
Then he shot Darius with his bow. Innana saw this and ran to Darius .She pledged:” I will love you forever Darius, forever!”
“As will I, Innana, as will I “, said Darius having his last breath.
Darius died a happy man because he died knowing that he was loved. He died with the love of his lady and the love of his home in his heart.
Samar Al Ansari
Class 9.2
March 19th 2003
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
سأعود أمي
لقد كنت قبل سويعات معها أتكلم
خرجت من المنزل دون أن تودع أو تسلم
سأعود أمي"، وعن موتها المحتوم لم تكن تعلم"
، وفجأة رن الهاتف المشئوم
قفز قلبي ورجوت القدير أن ابنتي تسلم
وأن لا تكن ابنتي حبيبتي جريحة تتألم
وفجعت عندما رأيتها صامتة لا تتكلم
أهذه ابنتي حبيبة قلبي، أم إنني أحلم؟
ذهبت بلحظة دون وداع، لماذا يا زمن أظلم؟
!"ارجعي إلى بيتك، لقد عادت للخالق الأعظم
©رنده ربحي حماده2009
سمر شمس لن تغيب
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
سمر شمس لن تغيب
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
Monday, January 10, 2011
Death Illusion
We are all going to die. We all know we're going to die. Then why do we not embrace it? Classical Economists believe that there is no money illusion in an economy because everyone anticipates the rates of inflation. Why is there death illusion? Ok so money and death are completely differnet things, but the same concept should apply. If you anticipate something you shouldn't be shocked when it happens THEN . But sadly, we are. Humans are oh so complex, and no matter how hard I try, I can not think of answer to the question I set forth.
This is one of the many questions I ponder, and one day it occured to me. In order to answer these questions, I must reach a complete understanding of human behavior.
Samar Al Ansari
10/10/2005
This is one of the many questions I ponder, and one day it occured to me. In order to answer these questions, I must reach a complete understanding of human behavior.
Samar Al Ansari
10/10/2005
Friday, January 07, 2011
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
They
Is it only I who continues to grieve and cry,
While others choose not to remember as days go by?
Or is it because it’s painful to remember the dead?
An act many share, but as a bereaved mother, I dread.
When they fail to mention her, I feel sad and alone,
Become very distressed and withdrawn.
Perhaps they think they’re protecting me from sorrow,
And preparing me for a better tomorrow.
They’re petrified when I mention her name,
Their faces change color and I’m to blame.
They also don’t want to hear what I want to say,
Totally oblivious to the price, I then have to pay.
I know they have every right to move on -
To them, many years passed since she’d gone.
But if they care, they should understand
That all fingers aren’t alike in one’s hand.
Some bereaved choose to remember, others to forget.
As for me, I like to talk about her at every chance I get.
As a mother, I want to keep my daughter alive.
Her body is gone, but her memory should survive.
I will always shed tears for her and mourn,
And celebrate her life and the day she was born.
I wish that they would at least comprehend
That nothing can ever bring my grief to an end.
Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)
While others choose not to remember as days go by?
Or is it because it’s painful to remember the dead?
An act many share, but as a bereaved mother, I dread.
When they fail to mention her, I feel sad and alone,
Become very distressed and withdrawn.
Perhaps they think they’re protecting me from sorrow,
And preparing me for a better tomorrow.
They’re petrified when I mention her name,
Their faces change color and I’m to blame.
They also don’t want to hear what I want to say,
Totally oblivious to the price, I then have to pay.
I know they have every right to move on -
To them, many years passed since she’d gone.
But if they care, they should understand
That all fingers aren’t alike in one’s hand.
Some bereaved choose to remember, others to forget.
As for me, I like to talk about her at every chance I get.
As a mother, I want to keep my daughter alive.
Her body is gone, but her memory should survive.
I will always shed tears for her and mourn,
And celebrate her life and the day she was born.
I wish that they would at least comprehend
That nothing can ever bring my grief to an end.
Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
وصف مدينة استكهولم
المقدمة: في نهاية العام الدراسي المنصرم كان على والدي أن يحضر مؤتمرا طبيا في استكهولم
الجسم: قررنا أن نذهب إلى استكهولم بسبب المؤتمر ،ولأن السويد دولة خضراء وجميلة جدا.فهكذا زرنا عاصمة السويد استكهولم
نزلت الطائرة في استكهولم وكانت المسافة طويلة بين المطار والفندق فرأيت الأشجار الكثيرة في الحدائق . ثم بدأنا نتنزه في المحلات الكثيرة .كانت الشوارع نظيفة أي نظافة والمحلات التجارية كبيرة جدا. وكان معظم الناس يمشون في الشارع عوضا عن أن يستعملوا سيارتهم وكانت استكهولم مدينة باردة جدا والمطاعم نظيفة واكلها طيب.آه ه.وكان الناس يعزفون على آلاتهم الموسيقية في الشوارع لكي يحصلوا على المال. ومن أطيب الأطيب الأطعمة هناك المعكرونة. وكان في استكهولم متحف لسفينة غرقت بعد التيتانيك. والحدائق هناك خضراء ومسلية جدا
الخاتمة: أتمنى أن أذهب مرة أخرى الى استكهولم لأنني استمتعت كثيرا هناك
سمر الأنصاري
الصف السادس أ
8/9/ 1999
Friday, December 24, 2010
عودي سريعا فزوريني
أتيت يا ملاكي في حلم يوم الرابع من الشهر وزرتيني
كانت زيارتك وجيزة ولكن أجمل ما بها أنك عانقتيني
وجلست في حضني وبيديك الناعمتين كنت تضميني
أسمعت ندائي إليك و توسلي للرحمن فأرسلك لتغيثيني
وتألمت لحالي يا ابنتي الحبيبة فأتيت بحلم لتواسيني
من عذاب فراقك الذي يزداد يوما بعد يوم ويدميني؟
لمستك وضممتك وقبلتك للحظات ولمستني
ما أجملها من هنيهات، قضيتها عندما قبلتيني
وعبيرك فاح وعطرني كما كنت بالأمس تعطريني
ونظرت ففي بحر أوراقك وأشعاري وجدتيني
وكأنك أتيت لتقولي "أمي حفاظك على ذكراي يعزيني
" وما تقومين به من أجلي يفرحني ويرضيني
سأعيش هذه اللحظات حتى المرة القادمة عندما تعوديني
حبيبتي سمر! لا تتأخري! عودي سريعا فزوريني
©رنده ربحي حماده2009
سمر شمس لن تغيب
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
A Love Song
The mention of my child's name
may bring tears to my eyes
but it never fails to bring
music to my ears.
If you really are my friend
please,don't keep me
from hearing the beautiful music.
It soothes my broken heart
and fils my soul with love.
Nancy Williams
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Assignment
First memory of writing = nursery
Favorite children’s book = The Dumb Bunnies
Favorite books = Holes, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, The Princess Diaries
Favorite subject = P.E.
Three adjectives that describe me = young, funny, talkative
Three nouns = Daughter, student, Arab
Three verbs = entertain, shout, succeed
Simile = As sharp as a knife
Metaphor = I am a loyal dog.
Samar Al ANSARI
GRADE 9.2
Favorite children’s book = The Dumb Bunnies
Favorite books = Holes, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, The Princess Diaries
Favorite subject = P.E.
Three adjectives that describe me = young, funny, talkative
Three nouns = Daughter, student, Arab
Three verbs = entertain, shout, succeed
Simile = As sharp as a knife
Metaphor = I am a loyal dog.
Samar Al ANSARI
GRADE 9.2
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
أمي أتيت لتريني
أمي، سمعت كل قطعة منك تناديني
فاخترقت المطر وأتيت إليك لتريني
أتيت من خلال الشمس الساطعة كي تعرفيني
أردت من خلال أشعتها أن أحضنك وتحضنيني
وأؤكد لك بأنني أشعر بحنينك فهل تشعرين بحنيني؟
وأقول لك "أمي، أنا معك هنا، يا نور عيني
جئت معك إلى يورك لكي لا تتعذبي وتفتقديني
فأنا دائما معك أينما ذهبت، بقلبك تحمليني
وما هذه إلا إشارة من الخالق حتى تعرفيني
لا تخافي أمي، فأنا معك منذ أن كنت جنينا، قبل أن تنجبيني
ناديتك من خلال أشعة الشمس، وسمعتيني
كم هو عظيم هذا الحبل الخاص الذي به تربطيني
يربطنا أم وابنتها، حتى وأنا عند رب العالمين
كنت تقولي لي "حبل الأم مع ولدها لا ينقطع"، أتذكرين
ولكن لم تتوقعي بأنه سيمتد إلى السماء يوما لتصليني
الشمس لغتنا أنا وأنت فبها دوما تناجيني
وكلما تسطع بأشعتها ستجديني
"!أمي، لا تتوقفي عن التحدث معي فإنك دوما توحشيني
©رنده ربحي حماده2009 سمر شمس لن تغيب
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة
Friday, December 10, 2010
Worldwide Candle Lighting
Worldwide Candle Lighting
Sunday 12 December at 7:00 pm
The Compassionate Friends Worldwide Candle Lighting unites family and friends around the globe in lighting candles for one hour to honor and remember children who have died at any age from any cause.
http://www.compassionatefriends.org/News_Events/Worldwide_Candle_Lighting.aspx
The Compassionate Friends Worldwide Candle Lighting unites family and friends around the globe in lighting candles for one hour to honor and remember children who have died at any age from any cause.
http://www.compassionatefriends.org/News_Events/Worldwide_Candle_Lighting.aspx
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
English Essay
In Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet many characteristics develop gradually as do characters in any other place of literature. Juliet changed throughout the play. Romeo’s effect on Juliet gradually transformed her from an insecure girl to a woman who takes her own actions.
At the beginning of the play, Juliet is a very obedient child. She isn’t used to make her own decisions, which is evident when her father starts talking about marriage plans to Paris. Like a normal human being Juliet has her own feelings and opinions, but she doesn’t express them strongly .She didn’t want to marry Paris from the start, but she didn’t strongly oppose to it as she did later on in the play .Juliet was insecure and it was evident that she didn’t believe in herself and her abilities, because she never made her own decisions. She was like a stranger to the world; she was dependent on everyone but herself. The fact that she had a “nurse,” was evidence alone that she didn’t take part in the real world. Juliet was very naïve and childlike, but that all changed when Juliet met her supposed one true love, Romeo.
In the balcony scene when Romeo proposes, Juliet agrees without putting the slightest thought to it. It is sensed that Juliet felt obliged and pressured into agreeing to the proposal. Juliet then set up a test by allowing Romeo to make all the wedding arrangements as a way to get out of her obligation. She might have thought that he wouldn’t be able to do it, and wouldn’t return; a perfect scenario. Juliet wasn’t ready for marriage; a child yesterday cannot be a woman today. Romeo made the wedding arrangements, and it is sensed that behind all that happiness laid some unhappiness over her pressured decision. Some might argue that was Juliet’s first decision. In a way that was; she started to make her own decisions, but her decision to get married was based on Romeo’s rash proposal that pressured her. Juliet, a child, never having experienced love before, was a child who didn’t know what she was doing.
In the final scene, when Juliet tragically takes her life she became a grown woman. She killed herself, because of Romeo; he had complete control over her. She awoke seeing her true love take such a rash decision killing himself, and that made her want to do the same. Without Romeo’s incredibly unthought-of decision, Juliet wouldn’t have killed herself. In this scene, Juliet thought for herself for the very first time. No one told her to take a dagger and die such a courageous yet cowardly death, but she did it. She did it because Romeo had done the same, and that reason only was what drove her to do it. Juliet’s whole life became a mess, and to her the only way she could clean it up was to end it. She finally took responsibility for her actions. Some might argue that wasn’t such a responsible thing to do. Yes, that wasn’t, but to her that was the only thing left for her to do.
Juliet had a perfect life. She had parents who loved her, she came from a rich family and she was a beautiful young woman who had the rest of her life ahead of her. She also had unpleasant aspects of her life, she didn’t think for herself, she was insecure, and she was childish. Juliet changed gradually from an insecure girl to a woman who made her own decisions through the actions of Romeo. She was a girl who tried to please everyone but herself, and became a woman who tried to make her own destiny. By killing herself, that was a way of pleasing herself. Romeo changed Juliet’s life, for the better and for the worse.
Samar Al Ansari
Class 9.2
Feb 1st 2003
At the beginning of the play, Juliet is a very obedient child. She isn’t used to make her own decisions, which is evident when her father starts talking about marriage plans to Paris. Like a normal human being Juliet has her own feelings and opinions, but she doesn’t express them strongly .She didn’t want to marry Paris from the start, but she didn’t strongly oppose to it as she did later on in the play .Juliet was insecure and it was evident that she didn’t believe in herself and her abilities, because she never made her own decisions. She was like a stranger to the world; she was dependent on everyone but herself. The fact that she had a “nurse,” was evidence alone that she didn’t take part in the real world. Juliet was very naïve and childlike, but that all changed when Juliet met her supposed one true love, Romeo.
In the balcony scene when Romeo proposes, Juliet agrees without putting the slightest thought to it. It is sensed that Juliet felt obliged and pressured into agreeing to the proposal. Juliet then set up a test by allowing Romeo to make all the wedding arrangements as a way to get out of her obligation. She might have thought that he wouldn’t be able to do it, and wouldn’t return; a perfect scenario. Juliet wasn’t ready for marriage; a child yesterday cannot be a woman today. Romeo made the wedding arrangements, and it is sensed that behind all that happiness laid some unhappiness over her pressured decision. Some might argue that was Juliet’s first decision. In a way that was; she started to make her own decisions, but her decision to get married was based on Romeo’s rash proposal that pressured her. Juliet, a child, never having experienced love before, was a child who didn’t know what she was doing.
In the final scene, when Juliet tragically takes her life she became a grown woman. She killed herself, because of Romeo; he had complete control over her. She awoke seeing her true love take such a rash decision killing himself, and that made her want to do the same. Without Romeo’s incredibly unthought-of decision, Juliet wouldn’t have killed herself. In this scene, Juliet thought for herself for the very first time. No one told her to take a dagger and die such a courageous yet cowardly death, but she did it. She did it because Romeo had done the same, and that reason only was what drove her to do it. Juliet’s whole life became a mess, and to her the only way she could clean it up was to end it. She finally took responsibility for her actions. Some might argue that wasn’t such a responsible thing to do. Yes, that wasn’t, but to her that was the only thing left for her to do.
Juliet had a perfect life. She had parents who loved her, she came from a rich family and she was a beautiful young woman who had the rest of her life ahead of her. She also had unpleasant aspects of her life, she didn’t think for herself, she was insecure, and she was childish. Juliet changed gradually from an insecure girl to a woman who made her own decisions through the actions of Romeo. She was a girl who tried to please everyone but herself, and became a woman who tried to make her own destiny. By killing herself, that was a way of pleasing herself. Romeo changed Juliet’s life, for the better and for the worse.
Samar Al Ansari
Class 9.2
Feb 1st 2003
Saturday, December 04, 2010
!!! رحلتْ
!!! رحلتْ
نعم! لكن في عيوني تجدونها
وفي كل نظرة من نظراتي ترونها
ومع كل كلمة ينطقها لساني
تسمعونها
وإن لامستم يداي
.كأنكم تلمسونها
عطرها يطيبني
ومن أريجه تحسونها
وبكل خلية من جسدي
.تلقونها
...نعم رحلت
لكنها تحيا في كتاباتي
.التي تقرؤونها
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2010
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Epic Simile
The elongated leaves of the tree protected me as a mother bird protects her child from the brutal harshness of the world. I was as a baby bird, sheltered from anything overwhelming until it is time to plunge into the world. All the while, the baby bird is left without a single apprehension thinking of nothing but its mother, its protector. The enormous leaf fell on my already aching head, and I knew I was left unprotected once again.
Samar Al Ansari
GRADE 9.2
Samar Al Ansari
GRADE 9.2
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Visit the Site
If you miss Samar, day or night
Don’t hesitate! Just log into her website
She’ll be greeting you as her blog comes to sight
With her charming smile and a face full of light
You’ll find her shinning in each picture, quite bright
Glowing through her words like the sunlight
You’ll feel some sadness, but it’s alright
As you’ll soon feel comfort, even if slight
When the memories vividly rush so bright
Then you will realize what a delight
It was for you to visit her web site.
Randah R. Hamadeh ©, 2010, Copyright
Written in loving memory of my daughter,
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
Don’t hesitate! Just log into her website
She’ll be greeting you as her blog comes to sight
With her charming smile and a face full of light
You’ll find her shinning in each picture, quite bright
Glowing through her words like the sunlight
You’ll feel some sadness, but it’s alright
As you’ll soon feel comfort, even if slight
When the memories vividly rush so bright
Then you will realize what a delight
It was for you to visit her web site.
Randah R. Hamadeh ©, 2010, Copyright
Written in loving memory of my daughter,
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Companions
What do I see?
What do I feel?
Is she here with me?
Is this real?
Soul by soul we wander,
each in different realms
attached by cords of gossamer
stronger than steel.
Gates of life swing open
on so much I cannot tell
unless I let my senses
detect what is more real.
More real than this life only,
more real than breath and bone,
with her spirit my companion,
I do not walk alone.
by Genesse Bordeau Gentry, 2009 ,Copyright©
Catching the Light
What do I feel?
Is she here with me?
Is this real?
Soul by soul we wander,
each in different realms
attached by cords of gossamer
stronger than steel.
Gates of life swing open
on so much I cannot tell
unless I let my senses
detect what is more real.
More real than this life only,
more real than breath and bone,
with her spirit my companion,
I do not walk alone.
by Genesse Bordeau Gentry, 2009 ,Copyright©
Catching the Light
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
كل عام وأنت بخير حبيبتي
كل عام وأنت بخير حبيبتي
العيد أتى..... أينك لتطلي
بملابسك الجديدة المعطرة بالفل؟
كم للقاء الأقارب بالعيد تشوقت
وكم من مرة للسوق ذهبت
وأزهى الملابس للعيد اخترت
.وأجمل تحية للأهل أهديت
أمي، لا أظن أنك شيئا نسيت"
اعرف انك تتألمين كلما تذكرت
أشعر بما تخفين وبما أظهرت
وأعلم أنك لقدوم العيد حزنت
وان الجميع سعداء بالعيد إلا أنت
"أسمعك تعاتبيني قائلة "لماذا رحلت؟
أما بحالك وحالي أمي رأفت؟
فأنا لن أعود أمي مهما تكدرت
لكني معك بروحي أينما التفت
أحوم حولك، أما بي شعرت؟
قبلتك على خدك ومن النوم أفقت
وكنت أول من يهنئك بالعيد فبكيت
امسحي دموعك رفقا بقلبي الذي أحزنت
ورفقا بإخوتي اللذين سيتألمان إن تألمت
أعلم أنك لن تفرحي بالعيد حتى لو حاولت
أمي، أناديك بصمت فهل كلماتي سمعت؟
"اشتقت إليك أكثر مما اشتقت"
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2010
العيد أتى..... أينك لتطلي
بملابسك الجديدة المعطرة بالفل؟
كم للقاء الأقارب بالعيد تشوقت
وكم من مرة للسوق ذهبت
وأزهى الملابس للعيد اخترت
.وأجمل تحية للأهل أهديت
أمي، لا أظن أنك شيئا نسيت"
اعرف انك تتألمين كلما تذكرت
أشعر بما تخفين وبما أظهرت
وأعلم أنك لقدوم العيد حزنت
وان الجميع سعداء بالعيد إلا أنت
"أسمعك تعاتبيني قائلة "لماذا رحلت؟
أما بحالك وحالي أمي رأفت؟
فأنا لن أعود أمي مهما تكدرت
لكني معك بروحي أينما التفت
أحوم حولك، أما بي شعرت؟
قبلتك على خدك ومن النوم أفقت
وكنت أول من يهنئك بالعيد فبكيت
امسحي دموعك رفقا بقلبي الذي أحزنت
ورفقا بإخوتي اللذين سيتألمان إن تألمت
أعلم أنك لن تفرحي بالعيد حتى لو حاولت
أمي، أناديك بصمت فهل كلماتي سمعت؟
"اشتقت إليك أكثر مما اشتقت"
رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة© 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
بعض ما قال ابن الرومي في رثاء ابنا لم يذكر اسمه
حماه الكرى هم سرى فتأوبا
فبات يراعي النجم حتى تصوبا
أعيني جودا لي فقد جدت للثرى
بأكثر مما تمنعان واطلبا
بني الذي أهديته أمس للثرى
فلله ما أقوى قناتي وأصلبا
فان تمنعاني الدمع أرجع الى الأسى
إذا فترت عنه الدموع تلهبا
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Compare and Contrast Paragraph
From the few points I’ve heard about the main characters of my tablemates’ novels, I have learned that their main characters and my main character share many differences as well as similarities. The main character of my novel “Habibi, Liyana Abboud, is an insecure, confused girl, who is scared about staring a whole new life. My tablemates’ main characters are all teenage boys. One of them is a trouble maker, the other is simply tough, and the last one is a week rejected person who gets into a lot of fights. Unlike the first two characters, Liyana isn’t tough or secure about herself and her personality. She keeps referring to her self as a “half –half”, because her father is Palestinian, while her mother is American. She doesn’t seem to know who she is, and she seems scared of sharing her path of self discovery. She has something in common with the rejected boy, because he too seems to be scared and confused. The other two boys seem to be sure of themselves. My tablemates’ main character s all seem to get into trouble, while Liyana is a girl who accepts everything, but keeps her emotions bottled up inside. As for the setting of my novel and my tablemates’ novels, they are very different. The setting of “Habibi” is in a neighborhood in St Louis, but will soon change to Jerusalem, Palestine. It takes place in a modern day, in an urban society, but will soon change to a society which is a more of rural and urban societies. The settings of my tablemate’s novels all take place in modern day high school, in an urban society as well.
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 9.2
6/1/ 2003
Samar Al Ansari
Grade 9.2
6/1/ 2003
Sunday, November 07, 2010
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