[mood: wild]
[craving: 703..]

Would like to wish my dear fwiend "UAESpirit" a very happy birthday.. May all your dreamz come true.. *hugz*

New year.. yet doesn't feel that new.. doesn't time seem to zoom by as we get older?? A year isn't as long as it used to be.. I am still stuck in 2000.. it feels like yesterday....

Anyway.. wishing everyone a great year ahead.. It will be an action-packed year for me.. The year of transformations.. =P So Happy new year everyone..

[Final whisper: For those who lost touch.. happy new year..]

[mood: sleepy]
[craving: patience]

Photograph by Liltooth..

Time pressure + Loads of work = Un-related things to be produced (min el5aa6er)

I was in this writing mood.. read on:
Once apon a time, Self decided to take a trip into space with Fantasy.They left Reality behind, since fantasy does not get along well with him.

Self flew high up to the moon, higher and higher amongst the stars, they passed by the sun and flew high amongst the planets. Self was overcome with happiness and joy, since Fantasy was a perfect company, and always agreed with her..

Down on Earth, Reality realized that Self took off without him. Fired with rage, he flew high up into space, to catch up with Self..

When he did catch up with her, and overcome with anger because of her leaving him behind, he gave her a big hard slap on the face, which immediately sent her back to Earth.

She realized that the higher she flew away from reality, the greater the distance of the fall, the bigger the pain she felt.

The pleasure of the trip with Fantasy did sooth some of the pain away, but some of it was still there, teaching her a lesson, and granting her more experience.

Since then, she still went on secret journeys with Fantasy, since the pleasure of it was irresistible, but made sure she didn't fly far, so when Reality catches up, she wouldn't be that far away from Earth, and suffer less pain.

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Photograph by Liltooth..

[Final whisper: New spotlight guest.. coming soon!]

[mood: erratic]
[craving: justice]

Once upon a time, there was a wealthy man whose wife had passed away and had a son whom he loved very much. He was his only son and therefore he provided him with everything he wanted, all he had to do was ask. The son was very spoiled by his dad, but in the same time, loved him back very much. One day, the son asked his dad for this very expensive sport car, the father told his son, that when he will graduate with honors, his wish will be fulfilled.

The days passed by, and the son worked so hard for his dream to come true. He studied day and night, sacrificed a lot of his leisure time and worked extra hard.. for the car was all he aimed for at that time.

The day had come and the son did graduate with honors. Overcome with happiness, he went to his father to ask him for what he had promised. The father was very proud of his son and was very happy of what he had achieved. He congratulated him and handed him a box which he told him is his present for his success.

The son opened the box, and there lay a book of the Holy Quran. Furious and disappointed, the son started screaming at his father for lying to him, he accused him of taking him as a fool for he saw with his own eyes what his father has given him instead for a present. He did not give his father a chance to speak and instead stormed out of the house and promised himself he will never go back to his father again.

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Years has gone by, and by then, the son had lived his own life, built his own family and is working and depending on himself. He got a phone call from one of his relatives telling him that his father had just passed away while he was sleeping alone in his lonely home.

The son touched by the news, prepared for his father’s funeral and finished all the procedures. After that, he had to go to his father’s house to gather what was left from its lost memories and decide what to do with it. He entered his father’s room and walked around remembering how kind his father was and how he used to love him. Suddenly on the side table near the bed he saw something that sent the chills up his spine- the box his father gave him on his graduation day. This single little box that made him loose his mind and burned all the years he spent with his father.

He blew the dust off its surface and opened it. He took out the Quran and decided to read from it.. maybe he would feel better. As he opened it, something fell out. A small envelop with “To my son” written on it. Curious and surprised, he opened it. Inside was a car key and a little card. “Congratulations for my only son, now your dreams have come true, your car is parked inside waiting for you!” was written inside.

Just then, a feeling of guilt and sourness overcome the son. He spent the rest of the night there crying of what he had lost at such a moment. It wasn’t only his father, nor the car, but of him loosing himself and what he was meant to be…..

Sometimes in life you loose things because you let it be.. You let the moment pass you by.. and forget yourself.. walk away and never look back....

In the other hand, you cry when you loose something.. and also forget yourself.. Forget that Allah wanted that.. and so you should move on.. and accept that because once you know you are right.. and you know Allah knows that too.. Then you are sure you will be justified.. and given what is better one day..

Life is unfair.. yeah we all say that.. over and over again.. yet nothing is done about it.. not even the things that are in our hands..

This is.. as I would put it.. a whole dollar of my thoughts..

[Final whisper: Thank you Lammtara for sharing your snapshots.. =) ]

[mood: Not in an update mood..]
[craving: My rings!]

~Feeling blue

[Final whisper: Weather forecast: Ain't that pleasant..]

[mood: ...]
[craving: reality]

Just wanted to thank everyone who supported, prayed for and shared their feelings towards Mansour Allah yer7mah.. Although I didn't know him myself.. but he seems to be loved by many.. We always have to keep in mind that we too will leave this life one day.. any minute.. any day.. any time.. the real issue here is to be prepared for it.. ~Allah ye7sen 5atemtna inshAllah..

Remember.. always pray for your loved ones.. so that when there is no tomorrow for you.. someone else will be praying for you too..

Back to normal life.. I would like to announce the launching of the Digital Genies.. They are a group of talented designers joining together to create an interesting online magazine.. Flash, graphic design, interviews and many more.. Impressive work they have got up there.. support these guys and pay them a visit.. ;)

Thanx to Dxb Lover for sharing Scottish Shortbread recipe.. ;) looks yummy..!

That's all for now.. tomorrow is Saturday..*sniff*.. have a productive week inshAllah! =)

[Final whisper: Feelin' thirsty.. need some H2O..]

[mood: =(]
[craving: Something missing in my sky..]

A very close friend asked me to post her message online, so as many people possible would pray for Mansour.. Allah yer7meh inshallah..

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“We never thought we would ever be doing this in the near future especially to someone as great and wonderful as Mansour. The incident that occurred shocked us all, but we know for sure everything in this world must come to an end.. someday.. Mansour left us in this world with all the great memories in which we shared with him, and memories of his smiling face in each picture throughout his life proved that.

Mansour Mohammed Abdullah studied in the International School of Choueifat, Sharjah till he was in 12th grade, in the middle of 12th grade he went to Al Ma’arifa School and graduated there.He was a 2nd year student at the American University of Sharjah.

I still remember the times we spent in Choueifat, UK (Summer ’99) All the times we used to play baseball, sit in the field playing “Tarneeeeeeeb”, ditch the weekend trips just to have fun altogether and the day we all sat under that tree cracking jokes and eating sandwiches from that Turkish restaurant downtown (Thanks to Mohammad Al Thani!) Remember when we planned to sit in the girl’s garden at the end of the 4 weeks, collected junk and after enjoying ourselves the supervisors caught us?? …All 6 of us…remember??Those are some of our memories there we can NEVER forget!!!

Unfortunately, Mansour died at the age of 19, in the 2nd day of Eid Al Fitir Al Mubarak, Friday 6th of December 2002. He was with his best friend, more like his brother, Sheikh Rashed Bin Humaid Al Nuaimi, and had a severe car accident.

I would like to send Rashed and AbdulRahman (his friends) this message:

“Rashed, please don’t be upset.. Death is not between any Muslim’s hand…“maktoob min Allah..” We are guests in this world, one day we will leave this world, and at the end, inshallah we will meet with each other in heaven. I know that you are strong and you can get on with life.Cheer up Rashed!”

"Ahmad Al Thani: I still remember that u had a very humurous personality, I understand that things are different without Mansour but as I mentioned ,there's nothing that we can do about it ,ma wa9eeeeek-id3eee all the time... And we are all doing the same. I don't know why but I feel that he is asking us not to shed tears but he really needs our du3aa2 to him!"

"Bin 6elay33ah- AbdulRahman, even though we’ve never met before, be strong and I bet you anything Mansour does not want this incident to make changes in your life or anyone else’s life. He left us for a reason, and the reason is so all his Muslim brothers and sisters be stronger and have faith in God."

Allah yzeeeekom jameee3an Alf Khair ameeeeen ya rab il 3alameeen..Life is a test; real life will all be in heaven inshallah!This is a destiny that was meant to be and it all happened in the hands of God.

Actually in a conversation about death, Mansour once mentioned that if he passes away he does not want anyone to cry …

We can’t do anything about it now…Time heals wounds.No one will ever replace you, Mansour, we miss you –LOADS.. You will always be in our hearts.”

Take care.. Aysha
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[Final whisper: Allah yer7emha oo yeskenah fasee7 janateh.. oo y7sen 5atematna inshAllah.. ~ameen]

[mood: Disconnected]
[craving: the right path..]

Happy be-lated National Day, and Eid Mubarak. Better late than never!Loads to say as soon as I unpack and organize the bag of my thoughts..Email replies are on hold for the time being.. but definitely not ignored..

New wallpaper in the wallpaper section (1st one is dedicated to Bnafsaj & LD) ;)..New links have been added too.. check them out.. =)
Whisps of Messages:

~Wa7ed min alNas, SpyHat, Shammas, Samsoomah, Ib3aad, SweetCandy, Babes, Majed, --Me--, Rakan-Dubai, superman, Bemad, Fares912, ©à®àMéLLà, karroozi, Fares, Little & Butterfly.. Thanx for your sweet msgs.. oo 3eedkom Mubarak (belated)..

~InventiveLight Impressed.. ;) Wait for my email..

~All my MSN buddies: Missing yoOooOu.. & yes I am still breathing..

/Brb

[Final whisper: /away]