Angel Eyes

 

My friend has a beautiful eyes,
She sees BEAUTY in every picture..
My friend has a beautiful eyes,
She captures me in the best stature..

My friend has a beautiful eyes,
She dreams I’ll be someday a master..
My friend has a beautiful eyes,
She can be a philosophy teacher..

My friend has a beautiful eyes,
If you see what she sees you’ll be witched..
My friend has a beautiful eyes,
If you’ve got her you’ll be oneday a doctor..

My friend has a beautiful eyes,
She is actually such an angelic creature..
My friend has a beautiful eyes,
Don’t make her mad.. she’s the commander..

E.N.J.O.Y

Dear Friend,

here it is..!
the big day is coming, the day that every girl dreams of since she was a child with braids..
the day she becomes  the main character in someone’s life, the main character in the movie..
Don’t you dare to panic, don’t you dare to be confused, all what you feel right now is very NORMAL..
We  -human being- used to be scared of any unknown upcoming events.. It’s normal..
but try not to be easily scared, be the brave one, and I promise , you’ll enjoy more..
it’s like riding a bike with the fear of falling down, instead of riding it without catching the handlebars..
of course you’d enjoy more if you left the handlebars, spread your arms, and feel flying..
feel joy, taste freedom.. even if you fell down, or you hit your head on some big tree, you’ll never forget that moment of happiness and satisfaction you felt when you spread your imaginary wings..
and after all you’ll try to live it over and over again..
please my dear have the courage to enjoy the moment, and don’t worry about the next one, just live your life, and enjoy it to the fullest.. because we only live once…
so be adventurer and get a worthy life, instead of a normal, boring, full of fears one..

Listen..

Dear Friend,
You’ve always been a good listener, when I’ve been talking the whole day and night..
You’ve listened to all my bullshit..
You’ve listened to me when I was crying, and you were crying too..
You’ve listened to me when I was so Happy, and you were happier than me..
You’ve even listened to me when I was afraid of something, and you told me everything is gonna be alright with proofs..
You’ve listened to me when I was depressed, and you lifted me up..
You listened to me dreaming, You listened to me planning, You listened to me talking to you about me flying.. and you believed me, and you believed in me and gave me wings, extra wings.. because you guided me to the best in me..
You my precious friend should know that, everything I became, and everything I’ll become, is because you believed in me..
I am really thankful for having you as my best friend..

Anyway, I hope you know yourself.. and I wish you’ll listen to me telling this about you, as you’ve always been listening to me..
I love you my dear, and appreciate you of course..
I hope we will be friends forever..

To My Friends

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve decided to write everyday, about one of my friends.. I’ll daily write about one good thing of he/she..
maybe a bad thing also.. I wanna the whole world know how awesome are my friends..
I won’t mention any names, because every one of you knows him/herself..
I love you my friends, and I appreciate every single moment you give me..
you worth more than what I can ever give you, but God only knows how much I appreciate you all, and wish you the best of everything..
I hope you’ll always be in my life, and I wish you’ll get what I mean and who also.. and I wish you’ll love what I write about you..
I am thankful for having you all my TRUE FRIENDS..

Perfection

I’ve always tried to be perfect, but I could NOT..
because every single time I do a perfect thing, I make a sin somehow..

Once I smile in somebody’s face, my smile “STEALS” his soul..

Once I forgive somebody hurt me, it “KILLS” him..

I am trying always to be beautiful from the inside as much as I am from the outside, but people calls this “PRIDE”..

So I am trying sometimes to be ugly, trying really hard, to let those who are less beautiful than me feel they are beautiful too, and that’s “LYING”..

And I always give so much hopefully to gain more, and that’s “GREED”..

So as you can see, I am trying really hard to be perfect, but it seems to lead me to the hell..
and I am not going there alone.. NOWAY..
because I’ve never been that “SELFISH” to enjoy the hell alone!!!

Shrook Asfour

لمه؟

عندما قابلتنى للمرة الأولى سألت متعجبا “من عساه يدعك تفلتين من يده؟!”..
أخبرتك أن هذا الـ”من” طرح علىّ سؤالا مشابها لسؤالك هذا، وكان أكثر تعجبا منك، وبالرغم من هذا فقدنى!!
هذا الـ”من” كنت قد جئتٌه بعد تمنٍ ورجاء وأحلام وصلوات من أجل الحصول علىّ، من أجل إمتلاكى..
ولكن….
كعادة البشر.. دائما ما أضاعونى، بعدما تمنونى!!

ففى البداية، قبل أن يملكونى..
يحلمون بى..
ويصلون من أجل الحصول علىّ..
بل ويحسدون من يمتلكنى!!

ولكن بعدما يحصلون علىّ..
ويملكونى بالفعل..
يزهدونى،
ولا يشعرون بقيمتى،
ولا يشعرون بوجودى إطلاقا!!

رغم أنهم لا يتخيلون حيواتهم من دونى،،،
كيف كانت من قبلى؟!
وكيف ستكون من بعد فقدانى؟!

تلك أشياء لا تأتى إلى الخيال..
ولا يذهب إليها الخيال..

ولكن عندما لايشعر الإنسان بنعمة وجودى فى حياته،
أذهب وأختفى إلى الأبد..

عندها يهتز الكون من حول هذا الإنسان.. ويبدأ فى إستعادة كل شعور كان قد فقد الإحساس به..
يبدأ فى حساب وتقدير الخسائر.. الخسائر التى لم تكن قد خطرت فى خياله قط سابقا..

وعندها يعود ليتمنى ويرجو ويحلم ويصلى..
ولكن هيهات!!
أنا لا أعود لباب غادرته قط.. ولا أفتح صفحة قد طويتها..

ولكن ماذا عساى أن أقول!!
تلك هى طبيعتكم أيها البشر..
لا تشعرون بقيمة ما تملكونه..
حُرمتم التقدير!!

حتى أنت.. الآن.. ورغم تحذيرى إياك..
رغم كل ما رويته على مسامعك..
أعلم تماما بل وأراهنك أنك ستفقدنى بكل إستهتار وحماقة..
وغدا ستقول “ويحى، لقد حذرتنى (الفرصة) ، ورغم هذا أضعتُها”…

Shrook Asfour

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

Yesterday, today and tomorrow..

The whole life is about them.. we all actually have three days in our whole life.. it’s the world’s age..

Don’t you ever regret yesterday.. because there must have been something you learnt in that day..

And everything we learn in life we pay for it… cash money, life years or even attention..

We have to learn from our mistakes..

So we can’t just regret yesterday and wish we could have changed it… because we couldn’t.. even if we have a time machine… we just COULDN’T..

But today you can be a better person.. better than yesterday.. and you can plan for tomorrow..

Actually it’s all about today..

Because today was yesterday’s tomorrow, and here it comes…

If I have something I wanna do tomorrow, it’s the right time right now.. because right now was tomorrow somehow,,

If I’m gonna sleep today, there’ll be no tomorrow tomorrow..

As if I am dying today, there’ll be no tomorrow..

Just live your life like that, Today was yesterday’s tomorrow… so I should do something.. I should be something..

Today will be tomorrow’s yesterday… so I must not do something I’d regret tomorrow… even if that thing was doing NOTHING!

Shrook Asfour

العفريتة بنت العفاريت!

زى ما تكونى شُفتى عفريت”.. كانت هذه الجملة التى قالتها شقيقتى عندما رأت تعابير الفزع على وجهى، ولم تكن تدرك إلى أى مدى هى محقة ودقيقة فى تعبيرها.. يا إلهى!!
لم أكن يوما من هؤلاء الذين يهلوسون عادة، من باب تزجية الوقت..
ما هذا الذى رأيت؟!
لقد كان شبحا.. كانت طفلة صغيرة.. كانت تبدو حقيقية إلى حد بعيد..
ولكنها لم تكن كذلك على الإطلاق..
وقد أرادت أن تلعب معى..
هذا مافهمته من ضحكتها لى.. تلك الضحكة التى أعقبتها بأن ركضت إلى العدم..
ركضتُ خلفها ولم أدرى من أين أتتنى هذه الشجاعة.. لأراها تختفى..
بالمعنى الحرفى للكلمة.. اختفت!!
اختفت.. تاركة إياى غارقة فى الأفكار وفى الرعب..

إذا فهى عفريتة من عفاريت المصايف.. الذين لطالما سمعتُ عنهم ولم أكن قد تشرفتٌ بلقاء أيا منهم..
وهأنا ذا قد قابلتُ واحدة ونلتُ شرفا لم أكن أطمح إليه يوما..!
عفريت طفلة مرحة.. تريدنى أن ألعب معها “الغميضة”.. ويالها من لعبة مسلية.. أن تبحث عن أشباح الأطفال..
ولكن هل ياترى إذا وجدتها ستركض هى خلفى باحثة عنى؟!
وماذا ستفعل بى عندما تجدنى؟! هل سنعيد الكرة فحسب؟! أما أنها ستكتفى بلإستحواذ على جسدى؟!

يإلهى!! ما هذا الذى أفكر فيه؟! “أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم”.. توضأت وصليت وأنا غير مدركة لما أقوله فى صلاتى.. وهممت بالنوم.. ولكن هيهات.. أنى لى أن أنام وصراخ طفل رضيع يصم الآذان.. كيف أنام وهذا الصراخ صادر من دولاب الملابس؟!!!!
“أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم”.. أدرت قرآنا فى أذنى من خلال مشغل الأغانى على جهازى المحمول.. ورفعت الصوت إلى أقصى حد..
ولكننا لم ننته بعد.. فهى لم تمسى ليلة سوداء بالقدر المطلوب.. لم تمسى ليلة “حالكة” السواد بعد..

ألا تشعرين بهذا الطرق فى الفراش؟! لا؟!
أم أنك تتجاهلينه وتتظاهرين بالبلاهة؟!!!
حسنا إذا… من شاهد فيلم طارد الأرواح الشريرة سيفهم تماما ما الذى أعنيه عندما أقول أن إهتزاز الفراش صار فوق مستوى التجاهل.. لقد كان يهتز إهتزازات جنونية غير معقولة.. وغير مقبولة منطقيا.. وبالفعل لايمكن تجاهلها أو التظاهر بعدم وجودها..
لا يمكن التشويش عليها كما شوشت على بكاء الرضيع بالقرآن..

ياإلهى!! لقد كانت أسود ليلة فى حياتى حقا.. فكم مرة قُطع التيار الكهربائى ليلتها.. لتكتمل الليلة!!
لا أذكر حقا ليلتها كيف نمت.. ولكنى شبه موقنة أنه لم يكن نوما، بل نوعا من أنواع الإنهيار.. لم أشعر بالعالم من حولى.. لم أشعر بشئ إطلاقا.. وهذ الأمر أثار فىَّ المزيد من المخاوف حتى بعدما عدت إلى ديارى..
هل استحوذت علىَّ تلك القوى الشريرة؟!
أم أنهم فقط بعض العفاريت “ولاد العفاريت” يسلون أنفسهم ويزجون وقتهم بمشاهدة الفزع البشرى؟!!
هل هى كاميرا العفاريت الخفية؟!

Shrook Asfour

The Break Up

Breaking up with someone loves you is the most difficult thing in the relationships…

Because you don’t wanna feel guilty, you don’t wanna this happen to you oneday, and you don’t wanna break a heart…

But you really stopped loving that person, and the more you are with him the more you hate him…

It’s not good to hate someone you used to love oneday, because you will start hating yourself too, for loving someone like this…

Notice that “you stopped loving him for a reason” , mostly for his carelessness…you feel that you don’t gain as much as you give, sometimes you gain less, sometimes you gain nothing at all… and both are not good…

And when he notice that he is gonna lose you, he tries to do what you love.. what you always asked him to do when you were caring… but all what he is doing is just going in vain NOW, because you really don’t give a damn ..

Shrook Asfour

A broken heart

  “You broke my heart”, “don’t break my heart”, “my heart is broken”…

We hear these sentences so many times in songs and poem, but how many of us have really tested that horrible feeling?!

I don’t really know, but I think so many people know that feeling, some of us fell in love only once, and haven’t tried again, and closed their hearts in the love’s face, because they tested that pain once, and they didn’t want to test it again..

Some of us tried to forget the pain with a new love, and some found it finally, but some were hurt again and again..

Everyone of us has a way to deal with pain, but broken heart really hurts, you feel pain in your heart and stomach, you feel that your heart has been cut with a knife, has been broken with an ax, and no one can heal that, even if you get back to your love and forgot what he did, or what you did, or what you both did…. You can never forget the pain, because it has never been healed…. You just tried to fix it as possible as you can, but it doesn’t really work…

Maybe if you found another, stronger love, you’d forget… but each time you remember that person who broke your heart, you’ll get a bad feeling… if you saw him in the street.. if you saw his picture.. if you visited somewhere you used to visit with him, you will feel bad, and remember the pain… believe me it’s not possible to forget the pain, specially when you love truly and being loyal to someone breaks your heart….

So please if you didn’t test that pain, stay away from the heart breakers….

Shrook Asfour