Very true!

I'm just borrowing this post from LioneSS. I thought she was talking about me and may be about everyone of us.

ناس بترتاح معهم و بتحب جلستهم وبتحس انك منهم و ما بتحس بغربة المكان معهم أبداً و بتمر الساعات و انت مبسوط و الكلام و المزح ما بخلص معهم. و ناس مشاعرك بتكون حياد معهم يعني حلو معرفتهم بس بتفضل ان تبقى العلاقة معهم رسميه وهالشي ابداً مو انتقاص في محبتهم و احترامهم بس تحديد العلاقة معهم افضل. و في ناس ما بتنحب من أول نظرة من أول كلمة ناس بتحس انهم من عالم تاني عالم غير عن عالمك و عالم ما بتحب تختلط فيه من أصله لانه عالم مش حلو، عالم معهم بتخلص كل المواضيع و بتضيع الكلامات و الدقيقة بتصير برفقتهم ساعة و بتتمنى و انت معهم ان هالتعارف ما صار من أصله

جد الدنيا غريبة و مليانه العجب، مليان طيبة و حب و احترام و تواضع و ايمان و بنفس الوقت مليانه فسوق و غرور و نفاق و كذب و كفر. بس المهم الواحد يعرف كيف يختار أصحابه لانه على رأي المثل الصاحب ساحب

و قول الرسول الكريم

 (المرء على دين خليله فلينظر أحدكم من يخالل)

Guest Post 2: Hate

It's about time for my monthly guest post. Thanks to sweet Wafa' for accepting my invitation to post on my blog. Wafa's blog is one of the first blogs I started to read and enjoy. She has a very special way in writing and talking about things. You can tell from her blog that she is very humanitarian. She always seeks peace and love for all humans!

It is an honor to have your post here Wafa' :) 

Hate 

"Lovely Susu invited me to write a post on her blog which i love dearly. 

So many topics rush into my mind when i first saw the email and kept wondering what will i write about, but the topic that came in my mind first and stuck was  "hate", dunno why? probably cuz it fills my life to the "hate" point actually. 

i didn't grow up in a "loving" surroundings, there were hate between families, hate between siblings, hate for this person and hate for the other one. And with the lack of love too , hate will just take control. 

Being "almost" the youngest makes you neglected mostly and invisible so you can see and do things without the realization of others.And it makes you the target too cuz no one will notice either. 

But you know what, most times i am not grumpy about what happened over my childhood and most of my life. The older i got the more i realize how lucky i was, how much good this hate has turn me into. Yes, i do have my share of ups and downs but i tend to get up quicker than falling, So maybe this hate has taught me something. 

One of the things that "hate" taught me is/was to be more understanding . Understanding of the scars these people who hurt me might have, the pain and the sufferings they must have been in that make them hurt and  transfer them into a person who hurts others. 

We keep insisting on "remembering only the goods about the dead" and i like that but when i think about my father and all that had happened, i keep wondering about his childhood. I never knew it , i know that he has lost his father when he was young and he was the eldest. But i wonder how did the death of his father  affect him ? How being the eldest son who would have to work for his younger ones make him feel? . 

Was he happy about it? Was he sad and angry cuz he didn't have the chance to study and be someone whom he might wish to be ? . 

He was married before my mother and has two kids who died young. How did that affect him? 

wow, now i am thinking is he with them right now? .

Sometimes working hard and not getting what you think you deserve makes you live in anger and destroy your inner self. Did working hard for his younger brother and getting nothing in return made him less caring about his second family "us" ?. 

I don't hate my father not only because he is dead but also because i am trying my best to understand him and love him instead of hating him. 

The cycle must stop and be cut at one point, so why not make it stop right now. Hate is like digging a hole to bury your haters in forgetting that the sand and mud of that hole is all over you. 

I don't want to hate anyone, i want to try to understand their surroundings and i don't have to "know" these surroundings to actually understand them but just the idea that 

"they are like me, the have tough times ,sadly they can not get out of these tough times so the least i can not hate them" . 

And that's not a belittling them, it's actually a way to stretch a hand and show that we are similar in so many ways and that today i can understand you and forgive you and one day you can understand me and forgive me too. 

BTW,forgiving doesn't necessarily mean forgetting. But understanding and loving can make you forget sometimes.

P.S: This topic is not ONLY about my father but he as merely an example of  people whom i didn't have a good relationship with or hated due to the way they hurt me badly. Before you judge me over your religion views, try to love me :)"

Guest post 1: Its all in the eye of the beholder

Here is the first "guest post". It's written by my husband, who was behind this post's idea as I mentioned in my previous post. He is the one who encouraged me to create this blog. And he is one of my regular readers who I look forward to hear his opinion after each post I publish.  

I'll leave you now with his post. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.  

"Well, I guess a "thank you" is in order since Susu invited me to post here, something that I intentionally and successfully avoided until now - Blogging! ;) However, this will teach me to hold my tong unless I'm prepared to be a guinea pig, after all this was my idea!

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against blogging, in fact I nudged Susu into it (& I'm glad I did), its just that growing up I was a socially shy kid, and I guess this turned into a private personality as I grew older. Still, I was one curious kid.

I was eager to learn and explore, sometimes to my harm, but still it was a whole lot of fun and very, very exciting. One of my uncles likes to remind me how rebellious I was, as I didn't listen much and liked doing things my way, often the wrong way. I'm sure many will associate with this, its just the nature of kids. Its a thing most adults miss and long for when thinking of their childhood. So what happened to our curiosity? I think its mostly still there, deep down somewhere. Its just one's responsibilities had been racking up all these years until we ended up what we are now, "boring adults".

But just when we realize that we started forgetting our curiosity, God blesses us with the antidote, children. First, we learn (and then relearn) how to raise them, which is an experience by itself. But then an amazing thing happens, something you knew is coming but you never fully appreciated until now: a brand new curious being is brought into this world, with absolutely no preconceptions, and they're completely attached to you. You start to rediscover the world through their eyes, not because you need the knowledge, but because you long for the experience. You rediscover how much fun sand is, how exhilarating a slide is, how much you miss your bike, and how quickly your energy gets drained compared to your kids! - by the way, the last one is the only thing stopping you from buying a bike :)

Often, we quickly slip back into our "boring adult" mind set. We like to say the world have changed a lot, but the world never changes, its we who change, its all in the eye of the beholder.

I just wish I can get myself to rediscover more, to spend less time being a boring adult, to spend more time with my kids as a kid not a parent, I know I'll live better. My kids do."