the old woman who does not like me

 What if a person can vomit him or herself when going through difficult times? or vomiting when he feels disgusted by something.  will it possible be a relief?,will it be a black dust as we see in horror films?, Or will it be a gel or mucus?, and what color will it be the color?; Black or blue or gray?. I imagine that someone was able to vomit his/her self. Then do we call what comes out the hollow man?,  Is he going to be alive...

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Libyan revolution in Misurata

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Take a handful of dust from Misurata

It's six thirty in the evening, I'm in a coffee shop in the center of Ottawa Downtown .In Ottawa where I lived, worked and studied for over 5 years. The heat of the few days of the summer in Ottawa made me remember the hot breezes of city of Misurata. Often a question wraps around and presses my body ,my soul and my heart, when will I see the tyrant vanishes away on my dear homeland, so I can breathe freedom after it has been washed with the blood...

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Sorry, "Pythagoras:" Libya is the difficult equation Sorry, "Newton:" Libya is the law of gravity Sorry, "Descartes:" I am a Libyan therefore I exist Sorry, "Da Vinci": Libyan girls are more beautiful than the Mona Lisa Sorry "Edison:" Libya is the lamp/light of the world Sorry, "O morning:" Libya is the sunshine Sorry, "Plato" Misurata is the utopia Sorry, "Rome": All roads lead to Libya Sorry, "Gaddafi":: Libya is us all I am loving in i...

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In the presence of the right conditions.

  In the presence of the right conditions. A necessary disclaimer to be said When the right conditions are to be fully grown, you will feel you are alone for a moment of pride. Then take your thinking in much tenderness and honor yourself. .............. Yes, he was a person characterized by Staleness ,but he had a few atoms of love and care saved them for her alone.   Yes, he was a person characterized by fear of humans, but he possessed something of trust placed it in one of the pillars of himself and wrote, there is comfort...

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For the Sake of Writing

If it is possible to be going nowhere, then it is also possible to write without having an idea of what to write about. So, here, I am just writing only to practice the act of writing. I feel myself approaching a revolution on my human relations. My abilities of guessing, interpretation and prospective almost stopped on perfuming. All this happening spontaneously at the beginning of the end. There are different people, places and time and yet we keep having the same painful stories recorded every day. A new crime against the human relations....

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It is raining blood

He is walking out of the house expressing sadness of the poisoned news, wondering: Why there are all these crazy fire?! . His feet led him away from the noise of the city..Flared in his heart grief sadness .. elevated the dirt on the road and walked faster in his footsteps . He then drew his attention towards the dome of the sky calling God: Why some people pursue a vision of directing others towards the abyss of hell? How is it possible for others to lead some humans to the volcanoes ?!  The palm trees standing tall hearing...

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The Old woman who does not like me (Part2)

This is the old woman (Margaret); clear and shocking, but at the same time vague and blurred. She gives you the impression that there are many things taking place under the surface. She also gives you impression that she knows everything. She is peaceful and very calm, but strict to the point the she brutality extract her rights from you. In spite the fact that she passed seventy countless years ago;she is still burning enthusiasm and active....

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The old woman who does not like me

She Says: What brought you here?. I say: my destiny. She Says: But I do not believe in fate. I believe in planning and work only. I say: That's your problem, but I believe in that - or call it what you want - is one that threw me in your way. She Says:Say what you like,as long you pay the rent, that will not hurt me even if you call me the devil. I say, laughing: Yes it fits you to call you Satan, but dementia one. she then answered me with a laugh...

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How do summer and winter meet at the same time!?

Is When two conflicts feelings meet at the same time When you have a lot to speak, But you can not speak When you think you have the freedom to dream But discover that you have no right to dream When Believing that the imagination is a means to achieve the aspirations, but you are convinced that there are limits to your imagination When you wishes of happiness, then Find evidence that happiness to others and not to you I am loving in i...

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a CafeShop on the Crossroads...

There is a Cafe-shop on the Crossroads... There are a stove and a fire... My love and I wold smear it with secrets... I came back and found inside.. two young lovers... Sitting on out chair.. robbing us the Path... O'Yellow(Autumn) leaves.. we are growing old, we are growing old... Roads!, Houses! are growing old... The world would come to and end, and only you, O' My Homeland...You are forever a young child... Like an arrow coming back after travelling through times... I cross the streets.. not even one human smiles to me!!... All...

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My Hometown

My Hometown is a lovely forest of sweet hills. Its love is a long melody; its land is beauty. Our house there, and flowers' fields, and tranquillity's calmness. Arak grows leaves, and birds sing in its safe hieghts. Its clouds are a spring, flirtatiously alluring. Its wood are invincible on mountains's tops. Whenever I wander between those hills and familiar gardens. Flights of field birds toss in the green and well-grown meadows. Those lowlands are imagination's birthplace; heart's nativ-land are those shadows. I am loving in i...

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It has been a wonderful journey…

I have completed my bachelor degree in Computer Science with honours degree in Software Computing. Yes, now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and officially say that I am finished my undergraduate degree. It is hard to believe that four years have passed since I first stepped foot on campus and saw the O-Train, waited for my first bus at Minto Center and ate my first meal in the cafeteria. I can still recall so clearly moving away from my...

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My Trip to Mexico City

To me Mexico City is one of the worlds great cities, huge, one of the world's most difficult cities to drive in, filled with exciting things to see and do, sinking, an energetic metropolis and just an incredible place to visit Mexico is one reign of the world that has always fascinated me. Some like the Asiatic nomads of 35000 years ago and their successors or the Spanish conquerors of the sixteenth century and their successors came to...

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