Tuesday, February 1, 2011 3:47:02 PM
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
"Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
"Who read it to me."
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know.
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.
Sunday, January 23, 2011 5:24:23 PM
Every day is the other day that I have
been for so long waiting for, to come, to bring the future my way.
Every day I tell myself that this is the morning
with the different noon, the different eve, where my grammar
will put a pause to the past tense and play some notes on the present rhythm ...
I need it more than I want to.
I want it more than I can hold myself.
wherever, whenever and however...
O dear Lord, Just make it true ...
Friday, May 21, 2010 8:56:14 AM
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I can sense his presence even in his absence. Like noone that I know, just like those things that we know they are here and around though unseen.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009 12:00:32 AM
تهت في المدينة وانا ابن المدينة
حتى وجدت بابا جميلا عليه كتب
" مسرح جميل"
دخلت الى المسرح وليس معي أحد...
فاتحذت لنفسي مقعدا لم اجد جنبه من مقعد ولا قاعد...
والقاعة تضج بالممثلين المتحمسين والـ...
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جلست وحيدا
وجلسوا...
مسحت الضباب من على نظارتي وارتديتها
فاذا بالممثلين كلهم يحدقون بي
بعد الكلام والطنين ... سكتوا
آآآ, لعل العرض بدأ
لا حركة
الا
تمتمة هنا
نحنحة هناك
سكوت هنا وهناك .. وهنالك
با له من عرض غريب
بدأت أمل السكوت
وتسارعت نبضات قلبي
تكلموا... تحركوا... العبوا... أو دعوني اذهب
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أنا؟
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من؟
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Saturday, January 31, 2009 10:02:32 AM
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And He it is Who spread out the earth and placed therein firm hills and flowing streams, and of all fruits He placed therein two spouses (male and female). He covereth the night with the day. Lo! herein verily are portents for people who take thought. (3) And in the Earth are neighbouring tracts, vineyards and ploughed lands, and date-palms, like and unlike, which are watered with one water. And we have made some of them to excel others in fruit. Lo! herein verily are portents for people who have sense. (4)
You can find the whole scriptures here
http://www.quranexplorer.com/quran/
Sunday, January 18, 2009 12:18:13 PM
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We don't change ALLAH's message,
His message changes us[/COLOR]
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