tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80832435991373061632011-04-21T11:16:21.401-07:00Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-9323711680448217162008-01-01T09:52:00.000-08:002008-01-01T09:59:27.489-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">If I live to be a hundred</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And never see the seven wonders</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thatll be alright</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">If I dont make it to the big leagues</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">If I never win a grammy</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Im gonna be just fine</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">cause I know exactly who I am</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am rosemarys granddaughter</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The spitting image of my father</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And when the day is done</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My mommas still my biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sometimes Im clueless and Im clumsy</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But Ive got friends that love me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And they know just where I stand</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Its all a part of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And thats who I am...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So when I make a big mistake</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When I fall flat on my face</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know Ill be alright</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Should my tender heart be broken</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I will cry those tear</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">drops knowin</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I will be just fine</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">cause nothin changes who I am</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am rosemarys granddaughter</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The spitting image of my father</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And when the day is done</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My mommas still my biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sometimes Im clueless and Im clumsy</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But Ive got friends that love me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And they know just where I stand</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Its all a part of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And thats who I am...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Im a saint and Im a sinner</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Im a loser, Im a winnerI</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">m steady and unstable</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Im young but I am able</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am rosemarys granddaughter</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The spitting image of my father</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And when the day is done</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My mommas still my biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sometimes Im clueless and Im clumsy</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But Ive got friends that love me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And they know where I stand</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Its all a part of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And thats who I am...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Don't you just love the emotional boost this song gives u?</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-932371168044821716?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-74127489766815453052007-12-29T12:24:00.000-08:002007-12-29T12:31:06.835-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/R3atv8MMpkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IrUygBB5qZQ/s1600-h/back-cover_bhutto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149494263067485762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/R3atv8MMpkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IrUygBB5qZQ/s320/back-cover_bhutto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Will</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">we </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">ever </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">have </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">peace?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-7412748976681545305?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-645211995362861792007-09-25T06:47:00.000-07:002007-09-25T07:09:42.676-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RvkWebmJzWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Cn3FshkUDs8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114143563915578722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RvkWebmJzWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Cn3FshkUDs8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Kunafa means alot to Arab people, a special dessert, to be served everyday in Ramadan after breakfast. You can have them crunchy and round or soft and flat, there's actually lots and lots of shapes and sizes. Of course, Kunafa is served with a cup of tea with or without cream/milk. It is absolutely a must-have in any Ramadan visit to relatives or friends.</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114142799411400018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RvkVx7mJzVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/n4jDfcWfVsc/s320/kunafa.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>You buy the dough from the supermarket and mix it with some corn oil very well and spread it at the bottom of a oiled cake pan, in the middle you add a mixture of walnuts, raisins, coconut shreds mixed with sugar. Then, you add the top layer of kunafa dough and press down on it well. Now you can put it on the stove and keep checking the bottom layer until it's golden yellow and flip the cake pan over making the top layer at the bottom and wait till it turns golden yellow.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Of course, before all that you make the honey by mixing 2 ups of sugar with almost one cup of water and leave them on the stove to boil and thicken and voila! your kunafa's honey is ready.</div><br /><br /><div>Add a cup of honey to the kunafa and leave it for a while, then ur kunafa is ready to be served with a cup of tea. LOL... Yummy!!<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114140424294485314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RvkTnrmJzUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/06GyYe_hfB8/s320/kun2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-64521199536286179?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-12922632723559300242007-09-15T04:22:00.000-07:002007-09-15T04:58:44.469-07:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuvG-uTDjkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0XH4knJSTLY/s1600-h/gamarAldinJuice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110396983064104514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuvG-uTDjkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0XH4knJSTLY/s320/gamarAldinJuice.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Now you're in on the most secret ingredient of Ramadan... LOL</span></div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It's called "Amar El-Deen" it's made of apricot fruit that has been hardened, gelatinized and sweetened. It is used alot as a juice served with breakfast and Ramadan dessert just like Jelly. Decorate your dish with yummy raisins, coconut, crushed almonds and a sprinkle of cinnamon.</span></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110396386063650354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuvGb-TDjjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/czpY9fDS2jw/s320/b05910142329.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">In order to serve this wonderful juice u need to soak a packet for 6 hours in a jug in water until it softens and vigorously stir it every few hours making a nice thick cup of Amar El-Deen. It's really sweet and healthy after fasting because your blood sugar drops during ur fast. This juice with its sugar content and fruit helps boost ur blood sugar a bit and gives u that extra energy to help clear the tables. LOL</span></div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110397842057563730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuvHwuTDjlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X2WdMeLgIR4/s320/1_123303_1_6.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Yesterday at the Masjid (Mosque) during the taraweeh prayer, the Imam finished the third section of the Qura'an which means Surat Al-Baqara has ended and 'Al-Emran has begun... Simply wonderful! I actually love praying in the Masjid's garden, they open it for prayers during Ramadan only and Eid. Just when you think the weather is getting a little hot, Allah sends a quiet cold breeze to help us through... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Subhan Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">اللهم إنك عفو تحب العفو فعفو عنا</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-1292263272355930024?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-41362681947463764612007-09-12T14:48:00.000-07:002007-09-12T15:39:05.311-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuhpNeTDjiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bogiV0As5Vc/s1600-h/1159220861.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109449457444032034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuhpNeTDjiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bogiV0As5Vc/s320/1159220861.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I am an Egyptian, an Arab, Muslim Egyptian Arab and I thank Allah everyday for who I am and for what He has made me... So as an Arab Muslim in Ramadan, here comes all the culture and religious occurings that go on around here... Everyday an interesting ingredient, awkward situations, prayers, sohoor (dinner in the early a.m. hours of the morning) and fajr time... Never, never a dull moment...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">The most interesting and vital component of the Ramadan diet: Dates.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Whether u prefer them soft and moist, soft and dry or the dry hard ones... Each and every one has a distinct taste and flavour, whichever u prefer is your choice but it is absolutely mandatory in Ramadan to break your fast on (at least) one date, as was done by our Habeeb Prophet Mohamed (peace be upon him).</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">How do u prefer ur dates??? U may pop one in ur mouth, pray maghreb and move on to the main course?? Or perhaps u would prefer to try the dates soaked with dry figs in apricot juice(originally in Egypt, called "Khofash"??? Too sweet for you? Ok, then... a sunnah power drink of milk and dates would be to ur liking?</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It's really very simple to please Allah, just by thinking what we eat and try to follow the Sunnah as much as we can... Subhan Allah. It's very simple and yummy too.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuhobeTDjhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tkvKSpyimNU/s1600-h/potry09.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109448598450572818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuhobeTDjhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tkvKSpyimNU/s320/potry09.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><br /><br /></div></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Today was the first Ramadan prayers called the "taraweeh"... What does taraweeh really mean?? The first thing that comes to my mind is that it is a way to ease stress off your soul. Standing there for almost 2 hours and a half, pleading, repenting, listening to the verses "ayat" of the Qura'an one by one going through your head, body and soul. Yes, that is good for our soul; Soul Food... It's time to stop feeding your body and start feeding your soul...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Ya Allah we are listening, we are hearing Your words teaching us the ways of life, the way a Muslim must live in order to better ourselves and our families with Your guidance...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">We stand there in the night, bearing with our cramps and body pain, in the cold weather if it's winter or in the heat if it's summer... The most important issue is Your blessing, Your Forgiveness, Your Gifts that You give us to help us through...</span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Ya Allah, ya rab please accept our repenting and allow us into Heaven... Truly, this world is not a very nice place, but we are doing our best...</span></div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-4136268194746376461?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-37917323708828767222007-09-11T15:53:00.000-07:002007-09-11T16:19:09.330-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuciK2rnAqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aOikgFOzSrw/s1600-h/ka3ba.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109089872147579554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RuciK2rnAqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aOikgFOzSrw/s320/ka3ba.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:+0;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Assalam Alaikum All (AAA)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Have you ever felt disappointed in someone? I mean, you never really FEEL disappointed in someone unless he/she is someone u really care/cared about. Or else, why do u care enough to be disappointed? However, today is not a day to mingle about negative thoughts and negative energy. Yes, I have suffered an immense amount of negative emotional energy a while ago, but not anymore. Ramadan is here. Ramadan is right around the corner and I cant wait to embrace the month of forgiveness, faith and last but not least, fasting. I will embrace the most sacred month of the year and will do my best at the taraweeh prayers at the masjid everyday...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now, let me tell u </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">someone </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wont be disappointed in</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">ME!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I will not be disappointed in <strong>myself</strong>, prayers and Qura'an will restore tranquility and peacefulness to my soul again. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Allah will help me, I know He will... He always does...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Free yourself of the blame, dont carry the weight of negative energy... Let bygones be bygones, and </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">dont</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">get</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">disappointed</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">in </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">U...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It's not worth it, and forgiveness is worth asking for from The One and Only.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">So, just let yourself go to the spirit of Ramadan, get appointed not disappointed...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-3791732370882876722?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-22027341403715212152007-09-02T12:58:00.000-07:002007-09-02T13:15:28.540-07:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RtsZaWrnAlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M-hreucZAEk/s1600-h/school.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105702543110373970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RtsZaWrnAlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M-hreucZAEk/s320/school.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Today my Lil sister returns to school, and not just any school. It's new. She switched schools this year and today was her first day at her new school and our whole household was excited yet worried that she wouldn't fit in. However, elhamdulilah for answering our prayers she was back from a long day, a bit worn off and tired but nonetheless, smiling and excited about the new change. </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">You see, in Egypt, when a school is called "International" there may not be anything "International" about it, inversely, the whole system could be run by foreigners and declare that they teach the best curriculum in the country but they don't. The teachers are Egyptian, who actually pick on the kids and mistreat them because they are just kids who can afford an International school (exactly what happened in her previous school). Thanks Allah, after a lot of looking, searching and reading about gazillion schools we made a sound a decision and Inshaa Allah I hope it's benefits will be seen on my beloved little sister in the near future...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong>Ya rab, You are the One we must always thank when something good or bad happens to us because we are not judges of Your fate upon us... To You we submit our faith and love and worldly matters which we do not know anything about, all we do is pray and Inshaa Allah with Your will nothing bad will harm us, and nothing will affect us except what You have written for us. Subhan Allah, You are the only One.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong>Ameen</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-2202734140371521215?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-41809034236841925112007-08-08T15:49:00.000-07:002007-08-08T15:58:18.752-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RrpKYuhdpAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p8OZN2wKB4M/s1600-h/n561991920_122005_1979.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096467716988838914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RrpKYuhdpAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p8OZN2wKB4M/s320/n561991920_122005_1979.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Something must be wrong with me</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">with all this hurt inside,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">always bursting with anger,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">and never any pride.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Something must be wrong with me</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">if all I do is cry,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I can't stop this pain</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">all I want to do is die.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Something must be wrong with me</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">if my emotions run wild,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">all this confusion does</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">is make me feel like a lost child.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Something must be wrong with me</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">with all these terrible things,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">always there and never gone</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">depression is what it brings.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Something must be wrong with me</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">if I can't stop these thoughts,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">all this pain doesis turn my stomach in knots.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Something is truly wrong with me</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">when I think there's only one way out,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"Let this pain end,"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">is all my heart will shout.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-4180903423684192511?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-30354499500740932762007-08-02T03:11:00.000-07:002007-08-02T03:38:51.421-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RrG0Fehdo_I/AAAAAAAAADw/xCucEbjrDH4/s1600-h/jump.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094050659718505458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RrG0Fehdo_I/AAAAAAAAADw/xCucEbjrDH4/s320/jump.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I was really avoiding writing anything about this issue, I just wanted to pretend like this never happened and that this chapter of my life was never really there... Why do I need to write about it? Why don't I just change the "about me" column on my blog and its over with? I chose not to... It's better for me to vent and blow off smoke on my blog, afterall, that's what friends are for...</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I saw the signs and symptoms but I chose to make excuses and ignore them, saying to myself " Why don't I give him the benefit of the doubt?" "His explanation seems logical" and so on. Naive? A fool? Too kind? I dunno. However, I could not take it anymore. Thanks Allah, that I am the kind of person who always tells my parents about everything, I explain to them every problem I encounter with my ex-fiance. Yes, ex. I did decide to break off the engagement... How can I live with a man with such habits? An insensitive, miser, nit-picker?? I cant handle it... I don't care how many months it has been, I never really felt like I was a fiancee to be cherished and loved and respected... Just when I get a feeling of accomplishment, BANG! "It's not that great", u know how it goes. People say that engagement is the most romantic and peaceful time of a couple's life. It wasn't for me. Most of it arguing, (him) nit-picking about every single thing, and his mom treating me very unpleasantly for no reason at all. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I'm glad it's over, I feel so relieved right now, I don't know why I didn't do it sooner "Better late, than NEVER!". At least this way, I get to keep my heart and soul intact of the very special person Allah sends along for me. I am grateful to Allah for saving me from a doomed relationship and God Willing I'm sure that Allah holds someone better for me in the future... Inshaa Allah...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-3035449950074093276?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-8266673078316202082007-06-22T03:36:00.000-07:002007-06-22T03:44:11.831-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!! Graduation is soooo fun, especially that I'm unemployed now LOL...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Should begin to pursue my career LOL.... Enshaa Allah.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">***************************************************************</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">The lump I've been telling u about: miraculously, it went down on its own, maybe it was due to stress or something... Allah knows. What matters is that Im better now, and I deserve a break LOL.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">C u all l8r :)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-826667307831620208?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-662952146169806482007-06-16T03:25:00.000-07:002007-06-16T03:44:24.269-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RnO-8H_57oI/AAAAAAAAADo/97wqCUoEoJg/s1600-h/graduation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076611145125195394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RnO-8H_57oI/AAAAAAAAADo/97wqCUoEoJg/s320/graduation.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Today is officially the day before I graduate from college... Happy day, huh? I am. And I feel tomorrow the excitement will be intoxicating, but, hey!! Dont blame me for being tired after 2 months and a half of being drained of ur energy and health. Im practically unhealthy right now, I ate junk whenever I felt like it because I dont feel like preparing something healthy...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Tomorrow, same time, Ill be done with college and glad...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I do believe that we are supposed to take each phase as it comes and do our best: school, college, work, being a kid, a teen or an adult...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">There's no need to cry because a certain phase has ended because many phases are coming and many will end... Girls at college are going to sob and cry because they'll miss each other, they can still be in contact and remain friends. Im sad too but I wont cry, I've suffered too much so enshaa Allah the next phase will be better.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">*************************************************************</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Yesterday, I woke up and felt pain in a specific spot behind my ear, I felt a small lump which hurts a bit. Prolly a lymph node infection or something, that will have to wait until I've graduated LOL. Enshaa Allah I just want to do well in the exam and then I'll go to the doctor.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"><em>Ya rab, Ill try to be the best muslim I can in every phase and try to be a good role model of the manners and ethics of Islam... I hope I can do it.</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-66295214616980648?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-42194790681701087272007-06-13T04:31:00.000-07:002007-06-13T04:44:17.132-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rm_YcX_57nI/AAAAAAAAADg/PXvUYwzhzcY/s1600-h/supermodels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075513287059828338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rm_YcX_57nI/AAAAAAAAADg/PXvUYwzhzcY/s320/supermodels.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">The summer sun has come to stay Bikinis, tans, outrageous legs </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">They're all retarded and they all look the same</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">And Barbie's body's melting down</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">On her face a big fat frown </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Because "Mr. Cellulite" just moved into town<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Well me and B, we hate supermodels </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It's not that we know anyone personally</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It's just that I'm tired of being compared<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">The boys they come here </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">With expectations for the summer </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">And I refuse to take any part of this barbaric ritual </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Because God has given me a mind </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">That I will use from time to time </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">And I got more on my head that what's made by Paul Mitchell<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Well me and B, we hate supermodels</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It's not that we know anyone personally </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It's just that I'm tired of being compared<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Was it worth the tears you cried to fit the size?</strong><br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Think it over once or twice </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>What lasts the longest in this life </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Character or rock hard thighs</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>And in the end do you believe that</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>beauty lies in what you see </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>Because if you do then baby </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong>You've been deceived</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;">Oh My God!!! This song is soooo true... I especially feel the last paragraph it's amazing...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;">I mean I go to the beach, I love the crystal clear ocean, I love the wind that breezes on my face but everywhere i look there are ridiculously naked women who just think they look great showing it off like that.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;">Well, hey!!! Just because I'm a muslim in hijab doesnt mean I cant enjoy the beach too, but I do so with my integrity and character intact, it's not wounded and cut with men's eyes literally putting a hole through my body. Thanks Allah for making me the way I am... I DONT want to be like them </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I have cried the tears before not because Im fat, but because humans are soo greedy they want MORE of everything we are never satisfied with what he have and just say "It could have been worse". So why not be satisfied right now???</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">That said: I just feel that "little means more" (little that is soo good for us is better than lots and lots that we jus cant feel what we have anymore)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em>"Elhamdulilah, Thanks God, for every little and big thing we are blessed with everyday"</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-4219479068170108727?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-68372433540266677992007-06-12T17:38:00.000-07:002007-06-12T17:47:41.802-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rm8-i3_57mI/AAAAAAAAADY/RnomYaukikw/s1600-h/Mu-9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075344073938300514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rm8-i3_57mI/AAAAAAAAADY/RnomYaukikw/s320/Mu-9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>Im pleading guilty... I made a mistake... I made a promise (ahd) with Allah and I didnt keep it</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>I more or less do it on and off and now I hate myself and dont know what to do</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>But this time I SWEAR it wont happen again... and I will not let everyday forgetful stresses take a toll on me and pull me down... That's just not going to happen again... EVER</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>I may have a problem now, but problems dont last forever and then do get solved</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>So why do I take out on myself??? I wont... Enshaa Allah I wont... God Willing this will not happen again</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>Please God forgive me and dont ounish me for what I've done to myself you are the Most Gracious and Most Divine help me help myself Ya rab...</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Estaghferallah El3azeem<br /></strong></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-6837243354026667799?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-64311281508538927072007-06-06T06:50:00.000-07:002007-06-12T17:38:20.148-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rm88Y3_57lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lPELGiAU4_g/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075341703116353106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rm88Y3_57lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lPELGiAU4_g/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Insomnia<br />by Ziad bin Ghulam<br /></div></strong></span><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Trying to sleep but my eyes open wide</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">With voices whispering from every side</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Battles in my mind and nowhere to hide</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">a futile resistance against the rising tide<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Thought after thought taunting my soul</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">As this constant barrage takes its toll</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Eating away slowly now a gaping hole</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">My mind going crazy and out of control<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I search frantically and fail in despair</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">For something elusive which was always there</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Something tossed away without a care</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">its prolonged absence I can no longer bear<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Peace of mind I no longer possess,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">A nightmarish life I must confess</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">So much hardships and so much stress</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">A constant companion is pain and distress<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Tossing and turning all night long</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">miserable and sad -everything is wrong</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">what is life? and where do I belong?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Millions of questions and all answers gone<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">My heart is riddled with grief and sorrow</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">And with these thoughts my tears flow</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">All hope lost my heart sinks low</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Without a care what happens tomorrow<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Finely balanced on the edge of a knife</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I see the stranger who lives my life</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">an emotionless tyrant causing havoc and strife</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">A corrupted soul where ignorance is rife<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">My whole world is hypocrisy and lies</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">And no more goodness do I recognize</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Everything I possess I begin to despise</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">And this voice inside, I hear its cries<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Of a promise made before the days of old</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">In a meeting with my lord - I am told</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">That forever in my heart, tawheed I would hold</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">A promise broken for a miserable price sold<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">This murmuring voice so long ignored</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">To delay it further, I can not afford</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">So this mission of truth, I have taken aboard</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">With conviction my shield and truth my sword<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">An uphill struggle an eternal fight</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Battle-lines drawn between wrong and right</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Returning to my lord, I head for the light</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Submerged in Salah is my only respite<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Lifting my hands to my lord I pray</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">let ignorance go and let faith stay</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Through your mercy show me the way</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Give me guidance so that I can obey<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">With an open heart I read the Quran</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I discover my Creator's will and plan</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Word of my Lord, a guidance for man</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Missing pieces restored now I am one<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Content and happy, no more tears to weep</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Content and happy, I fall asleep</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Peace and happiness with faith running deep</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Peace and happiness - forever to keep</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-6431128150853892707?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-52981776941247103992007-06-01T05:55:00.000-07:002007-06-01T06:45:10.316-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Just finished exam #4 or #5 dont remember actually. Maybe my brain is getting cramped from all of this, can't blame the poor thing... lol</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">On one of our so called "Projects" the assignment was to visit a governmental hospital with a survey about about hypertensive people (people suffering from high blood pressure), and ask about what drugs their using, whether they've experienced any side effects and so on. So, my sister, a friend M. and I decide we will do this assignment genuinely (i.e. not make up names and create drugs taken). We didnt want to cheat, how hard could it be?? I mean enter hospital, talk to 5 patients 5 minutes each and leave... Piece of cake... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">We went to the hospital and got lost for a bit until we found the cardiovascular ward and scatter for each one of us to talk to someone, here's how it went:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"Good Morning, could I ask u a few questions about your hypertension?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"Why? Are u a college student? Is this some kind of assignment?" (Very Skeptic)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"Yes I'm a Pharmacy Student, and it is an assignment we'll get marks for it so I'd really appreciate it if u help me"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"Ok. Ur like a daughter to me. Ill help U."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">(I ask a few questions but then he gets offpoint and gets into his personal life)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"I hate having girls (he has 2 daughters) they are very bad people and treat me very bad. one of them got divorced and married another man. And though she works she still takes money from me. What am I supposed to do? I HATE THEM! I DO!! (he spat)"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I was very sorry to hear a frustrated man complain about his daughters who are supposed to be the apple of his eye. On top of that, he hates them... he really said that with detest. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"I'm sure they dont mean anything. But, we're 3 daughters and our father doesnt hate us."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"U look like a very well-bred girl I dont think u would do that to your father"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">(and then I would try to get back to the questionnaire)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It was truly a humane experience but we still had fun and learned alot too. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-5298177694124710399?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-18374877417762988002007-05-28T03:58:00.000-07:002007-05-28T04:16:31.857-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rlq5nb-uJxI/AAAAAAAAADI/Y0MZBz6cvWI/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069568417735780114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rlq5nb-uJxI/AAAAAAAAADI/Y0MZBz6cvWI/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I really do love blogging even if nobody comments about what I wrote, but then again I love chemistry and pharmacy too. But, somehow, I feel that I BLOG for me, to get out what I want out, to discuss issues with myself, to be a reference about previous ideas and thoughts. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">So, simply, I love to blog for me, I think it's good for my soul; however, for the past couple of weeks I suffering from a terrible syndrome that involuntarily keeps me away from my computer and similarily most elecrtical devices; "The FINAL Exams Syndrome".</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;">So please forgive me for my belatedness and then "HURRAAAAAHHHHH!!" Ill be graduated from education for good...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">(Featured above, is the weird stuff we study lol)</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-1837487741776298800?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-88146280899432005562007-05-15T09:12:00.000-07:002007-05-15T09:19:49.236-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RkndZURI2lI/AAAAAAAAADA/grOp6UwQev8/s1600-h/amr_khaled_bio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064822682961893970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RkndZURI2lI/AAAAAAAAADA/grOp6UwQev8/s320/amr_khaled_bio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">This man is so dedicated to Islam and muslims, every year he conducts a theme for his show to talk about certain islamic living topics that all muslims are not focused on and brings it to us on a silver platter.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Here it is, the simple rules to try and commit and dedicate our lives and ourselves to Allah.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Teaching us about the ways our Prophet SAW lived his life and how must try ur best to follow him (SAW).</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">He really deserves to be one of the </span><a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/time100/article/0,28804,1595326_1615754_1616173,00.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">TIME'S 100 Most Influential People in the World</span> </span></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-8814628089943200556?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-35576829241489564882007-05-15T09:05:00.000-07:002007-05-15T09:20:20.487-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RknahURI2kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_VtX1wZMMJY/s1600-h/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch-706175.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064819521865964098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RknahURI2kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_VtX1wZMMJY/s320/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch-706175.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Oh my!! That is sooo trueee!!! But I can't help it... I'm too addicted. All my friends are on facebook, u can upload whatever pics about whatever events happened lately and still keep them private and limited for certain people...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Try it </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">.</span><br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-3557682924148956488?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-86302581405791969822007-05-15T04:18:00.000-07:002007-05-15T09:20:44.764-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RkmiFkRI2jI/AAAAAAAAACw/wwzVUdoQfZE/s1600-h/IAmFurious_jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064757472473438770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RkmiFkRI2jI/AAAAAAAAACw/wwzVUdoQfZE/s320/IAmFurious_jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Yes. I did it. I let my temper get the better of me, but Thank Allah it didnt end ugly.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Here's what happened:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Our college has an annual system, that everyone who got good grades from A to B as their (total grade) get money as a reward. This is government's money. So the man who is supposed to collect people IDs and give them the money is a TOTAL JERK. I mean it. The safe is open from 2.30 - 4.30 pm and at 4.00 when my sister (and other almost 8 people) wanted to collect their money decided in a very, very ill-mannered way that he was tired and wanted to leave... </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"WHAT??? We have an exam in 4 days and no time to come back! U WILL GIVE THESE PEOPLE THEIR REWARD!!!!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Yep, that was me speaking or rather, shouting at that employee.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"U cannot talk to me like that. (Crash, he threw his logbook) and %#$*&@#$%"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">As I said he is very ill-mannered and rude.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Me: "If they dont get their reward I will literally go to the dean about this."</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Him: "I wont give a damn even if the dean is your father! He can't do anything to me ya benty (Daughter!) Let's go and show me what he will do to me!!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Me: "Benty?? I am not your daughter!! Don't call me ya benty!!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">At this time, he is extremely shocked at my words; as if I would rather die than be called his daughter... So now he is boiling and crashing things again and in a second he was out the door, and screaming his head off. People are all watching this scene and my sister was trying to get me to shut up, but, I wont.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">He is heading my way right now:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">"DONT U DARE LAY A FINGER ON HER!!!! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">DONT U EVEN THINK ABOUT TOUCHING HER!!! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">GET AWAY FROM HER!!!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Apparently, my sister managed to put herself right infront of me, completely blocking my view and blocking the man from seeing me. My lovely patriotic sister got the conception that he was coming to hit me; so she actually intimidated him by shouting at him that way. And he backed off. Back to his dark, ugly room that is very much like himself.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">And off we go to complain him to the assistant Dean, she calls him, and tells him u must give these people their reward.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">They do get their reward and everyone is happy, except, HIM who kept looking for me for days after because, maybe, I was the only one who WILL NOT and SHALL NOT have to deal with this ill-mannered attitude.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Fact is, he is a taxi-driver and was eager to leave to work on his taxi. Hard-working students should not be victims of his mood though.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;">Conclusion: All's well that ends well...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-8630258140579196982?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-26288496439632187772007-05-03T16:07:00.000-07:002007-05-15T09:21:21.428-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rjp1EERI2iI/AAAAAAAAACo/3i5-9MOGzAw/s1600-h/chokecherry%20blossum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060485844029725218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rjp1EERI2iI/AAAAAAAAACo/3i5-9MOGzAw/s320/chokecherry%2520blossum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">LOLOLOL... My sister is blogging and so am I and neither of us knows that the other is blogging. Complex, right? But I found out first! I was just looking up at some bloggers stated in our "Favorites" menu and suddenly I see a very similar name, the kind of words my sister would use... I click on it and boom! There I am; into my sister's blog. Don't get me wrong my sister and I are very very very close and never keep secrets from each other but sometimes u long for a secret to hide even if it isn't anything really. I love my sister we are very much alike and both have almost the same ambitions to strive for. Everything I blog about she already knows and what I've seen on her blog I already know... LOL. Cool huh?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Elhamdulilah for family bonding...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">********************************</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Our results for some subjects showed up today on our faculty's site and most of the people I know did great:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">I got 1 A and 2 B+'s</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">My sister: 1 A 1B+ and 1 B</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">My fiance's sister (share the same faculty and year): 1B+ , 1B, 1 C</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">This is the scenario that happens: She finds out her results and starts crying very hard and my sister and I get a fright; we thought she flunked or something... so we are confused; she didnt fail any subjects so why is she crying???? Apparently, she doesnt approve of her grades and says she deserves better. But we are supposed to thank Allah in all cases whether its good news or not and enshaa Allah, He will give us more... But how can He give us more if we dont thank Allah?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Alhamdulilah for everything... May Allah do what is right for us all enshaa Allah...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-2628849643963218777?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-5490971307823434522007-04-27T15:31:00.000-07:002007-04-27T15:52:07.877-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RjJ9uURI2hI/AAAAAAAAACg/ndPsnmyOico/s1600-h/IMG_5662_engagement.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058243566158535186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RjJ9uURI2hI/AAAAAAAAACg/ndPsnmyOico/s320/IMG_5662_engagement.jpg" width="268" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">I do admit I went ballistic on him yesterday. I don't know if it deserved it or not. Anyhow, I told my dad to be the judge, so, I sat down and told him everything: What he said, what I said etc... So my dad decided to meet up with him and discuss what is proper and what isn't and apparently they came to terms. My fiance' understood my dad's point of view, I hope he truly comprehends what upset me yesterday. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">So, he called me up after they were finished and told me what they talked about and that my dad helped understand a few proper issues of how to deal with ur fiance. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Thanks Allah for everything. Elhamdulilah that You are very close to us and hear our every prayer. Thanks for answering my prayer. Ya Allah, to whom do we go to in our great need if we dont come to Your door. Elhamdulilah.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-549097130782343452?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-41691383551421592552007-04-27T05:29:00.000-07:002007-04-27T05:52:35.442-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RjHtGERI2gI/AAAAAAAAACY/xgxWWIjdOKc/s1600-h/my+tearz.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058084544994400770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RjHtGERI2gI/AAAAAAAAACY/xgxWWIjdOKc/s400/my+tearz.bmp" width="209" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">"<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I'm shocked... devastated... I don't believe what u did yesterday... And then u say I'M OVER-REACTING??? HOW DARE YOU??? Instead of apologizing, u just sat there... smiling disbelievingly... Yes. My mood did change in less than a millisecond. I am a woman with an over-complexed set of feelings and measures of what hurts and what doesnt, so different than ur own measures... Because ur a MAN! And then u say 'what i said doesnt really deserve all that' Well, in ur dictionary it doesnt but in mine it does. "</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">"Hey, Sara, is it ok with u if I go see my friends for an hour? and be back?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Oh my God!! Ya Allah!! I dont believe what u just said??? come again??? 1 hour??? And I'm just supposed to sit there at the club waiting for 'ur majesty' to get back??</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Is this a relationship? Is this how a man is supposed to treat his fiance'? It must've been a bad dream? A nightmare? Reality-check, it's true! Yes. He did do what I think he did. He preferred to be with his friends at that moment than me. U may ask how many times do u see each other? Once a week is the answer, for a few hours... But now it's 2 hours because yesterday I was dumb-founded with the question... It's ok to cancel our appointment if u have other arrangements... I totally dont mind... But dont just do what u did... It's too hurtful...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Please Allah, Merciful Allah, forgive me for my sins what I meant to do and what I didnt... Ya Allah, lead me to the right way, You are the Most-Gracious. Astaghferallah el Azeem, to you I repent...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">I dont know what to do anymore.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-4169138355142159255?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-28935299796519638412007-04-24T16:50:00.000-07:002007-04-25T04:37:21.353-07:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Ri6dcgdgdXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KjAo7BC-l-s/s1600-h/blue_star_sky1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057152544659240306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Ri6dcgdgdXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KjAo7BC-l-s/s320/blue_star_sky1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>Enwrought with golden and silver light,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>The blue and the dim and the dark cloths</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>Of night and light and the half-light,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>I would spread the cloths under your feet:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>But I, being poor,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>have only my dreams;</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>I have spread my dreams under your feet;</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057152716457932162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 38px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="38" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Ri6dmgdgdYI/AAAAAAAAACA/BBOKyBAbqyw/s320/yeats_sign0001.jpg" width="305" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><strong>William Butler Yeats </strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Ri6eAwdgdZI/AAAAAAAAACI/9Z6WzocCe4w/s1600-h/images43.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057153167429498258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Ri6eAwdgdZI/AAAAAAAAACI/9Z6WzocCe4w/s320/images43.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">This is my all-time favorite poem... I just shiver whenever I recall it or read it, I just wish I can experience the feeling of the receiving end... As if he's willing to sacrifice of whatever he owns (little as it is) for her sake.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Isn't it divine?</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-2893529979651963841?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-26291492126663523132007-04-24T15:26:00.000-07:002007-04-24T15:42:36.288-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Ri6HWgdgdWI/AAAAAAAAABw/dgOP53L9Zy4/s1600-h/book.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057128252324214114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Ri6HWgdgdWI/AAAAAAAAABw/dgOP53L9Zy4/s320/book.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">******</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">A long day... How long does it take to take a practical exam??? Guess it??? 1 hour? 2 hours? Actually, 6 hours!!!! Pathetic, huh? Well, I hope our efforts bear fruit, though.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">******</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Tensions are high, as a result of stressful finals coming up! I hope I graduate in one piece... Fighting with my sister (20 years old) over something stupidddddddddd... Actually, she started it and keeps on getting on my nerves!!!! Kids, right? LOL...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">******</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-2629149212666352313?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-27745707746590049772007-04-13T11:49:00.000-07:002007-04-13T12:26:09.187-07:00<div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Assalam Alaikum Everyone,</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">I had a great time at "Ein El Sokhna" and of course had time to follow our Egyptian Culture especially on Easter Day as it is custom to colour eggs and eat various types of fish called "Ringa" (smoked fish), "Feseekh" (salted fish) and "Sardines" which is probably smoked too. My aunt, her husband, son, and 2 daughters joined us there and we all had the wildest time. On our last day in our village, my fiance came all the way from Cairo and spent the whole day with my family and I. We all traveled completely exhausted that day... Yay!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Of course I couldn't resist the lovely blue, clear ocean of "The Hot Eye" and my whole family took the decision to take a dip into the sea. All the women wore the Hijab Swimming Suit which really doesnt show anything and u can have fun as much as u like with ur family. But of course ur body wont get tanned, only ur face and hands... lol!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">I got u some pictures to check out:</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052995146559577602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rh_YUFp03gI/AAAAAAAAABo/u-gdsOI9V90/s320/175-494-1174562631.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000099;">They can be tight like the one above, or loose like the one below:</span><br /></span><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052994678408142322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Rh_X41p03fI/AAAAAAAAABg/ziQWCvOeaL8/s320/182-216-1150944185.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-2774570774659004977?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-63955367603467177852007-04-06T03:22:00.000-07:002007-04-06T03:25:32.585-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RhYfusdM0NI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vq7wcGoyZRE/s1600-h/pr85633.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050258919210668242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RhYfusdM0NI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vq7wcGoyZRE/s320/pr85633.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Assalam Alaikum All,</span><br /><br />I<span style="color:#000099;"> know I havent been posting anything lately but my psychology wasnt up to it...<br />So here I am, in the middle of Easter Holidays, my academic life is swarming with exams and studies waiting to be done, and the best thing of all; is that I'm totally ignoring all that and jumping away to "Ein El Sokhna" (The Hot Eye). I have no idea of its exact location but I do know that it is a little before "Sewiss"... Talk about having FUN!!! I'm just going to enjoy the sun, beach, peaceful night and have lots of exercise... And the most important thing of all is "Company" which is going to be a blast with my family, and my aunt coming with her family and a small possibility that my fiance can visit us there (But cant sleepover, of course!). Talk about all the advantages, "Ein El Sokhna" is not far from Cairo just 1 hour and a half away so, when we get there we're not exhausted, there's lots of energy to have fun :)</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">I'm looking forward to enjoying my Easter holiday and I promise to post u some real pics when I get back... </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-6395536760346717785?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-57998233050017420362007-03-09T00:26:00.000-08:002007-03-09T00:39:58.399-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RfEcFpnnerI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5NqQNkZrhWQ/s1600-h/hamd0001-1[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039840341401238194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RfEcFpnnerI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5NqQNkZrhWQ/s320/hamd0001-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Sniff... Sniff... Achouuuuuuu... Cough... No people I'm not better yet! And right now I'm on antibiotics, paracetamol, antihistaminics and always asleep and still my flu hasnt cleared up. Please pray for me because I really dont have time for this; an exam coming up on Sunday with I absolutely must study for and my fiance and his family are coming for dinner tomorrow night and I have to cook from the very morning...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">JAK</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-5799823305001742036?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-9271870694424709542007-03-06T23:52:00.000-08:002007-03-07T00:01:48.383-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Re5xOeUTyhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/C-Z3v8xDilw/s1600-h/flu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039089526544517650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Re5xOeUTyhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/C-Z3v8xDilw/s320/flu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Re5xA-UTygI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WMURlSE6MOg/s1600-h/flu.jpg"></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/Re5xA-UTygI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WMURlSE6MOg/s1600-h/flu.jpg"></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Today I woke up all confused with hammering in my head, a sore throat and stuffy nose... The worst feeling ever, especially, if u're waking up to a full day at college and must attend... And my dad is yelling because now that I got the energy to go, I cant. The driver has his hands full because some technicians are going to do some work here. Too tired to find out why exactly they are here. Anyways, I'll blog again when I'm better.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Salam</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-927187069442470954?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-25267319241029316532007-03-05T12:53:00.000-08:002007-03-05T13:13:34.056-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/ReyHzCT-GXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4ETvTSj6nlk/s1600-h/g3403[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038551393984452978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/ReyHzCT-GXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4ETvTSj6nlk/s320/g3403%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Today I was so frustrated with my fiance!!!! I dont believe this... How could he dare? I lost it and had this huge fight with him... He says he met a friend of his and asked him who did he engage? and he was like she's a pharmacy student and told him my name... Then his friend says he knows me because I talk to boys alot... I was like---- Oh my God!! How could u call him a friend if he says that about me? If I wasnt respectful, then why did he engage and propose in the first place? It turns out that my fiance doesnt even have any doubts about me at all, but, just wanted to tell me what went on... So, I'm with him on the phone on the verge of crying because those words were so cruel and truthless... and he apologizes and says sorry and that he was just speaking his mind and he's very pressured at work... I decided to forgive him and invited him for dinner at home (I cooked, YAY!) and it tasted yummy too. Here is what I made:</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">-Chicken Emance with mushroom</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">-Lesan Asfour soup (Bird's tongue soup)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">-Basmati White Indian Rice</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">-Cole Slaw Salad</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">-Swiss Potato Salad</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">-Saute Vegetables</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">-Beet Root Salad</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">For Dessert: Swiss Sweet Carrots with almonds and raisins.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Of course, he was very tired to come for dinner after a hectic day at work. But, it was a nice and yummy dinner!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-2526731924102931653?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-26148333061829669852007-03-05T01:04:00.000-08:002007-03-05T01:34:16.120-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RevjryT-GWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N0KGUzi5pWg/s1600-h/msndollzu_1401752993.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038370949523446114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="96" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RevjryT-GWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N0KGUzi5pWg/s320/msndollzu_1401752993.gif" width="127" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">For all the kindness in ur heart,</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">It all began from the very start,</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">an innocent child from inside,</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">with a smile so wide,</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">and love was in place,</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">now (enshaa Allah), it's meant to be,</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">coz Sweety, u're now with me...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">This poem dated: 18/12/2006 is the truth of what our (fiance and I) first meeting was like. However, dont be taken in that it was all that romantic it was actually very professional from my side because I was just a pharmacy student at a summer training and he was our trainer. Yes, we are the same profession. Many times he acted funny and all my friends would say this guy will propose to u... I didnt believe them. It was too much for me to bear at the moment. Just wanted to get this week over with...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">It did get over with, and I was happy to be relaxing at home while waiting for school to start, but, then he did propose!!!! He directly spoke to my father about it and I didnt even know!!! (This is considered a very brave action and fathers love it when they are spoke to first) Anyways, dont get me wrong, it wasn't all barbie world after that. There was alot to talk about with my father, such as the house wer'r going to live in, dowry, engagement rings and lots more. In fact, it was a very tough time and lasted months but in the end they agreed on certain terms and it was done.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">What were the main problems??? There is an amount of money to be paid to a woman if she is married and her husband divorces her (mo'akhar). The worst thing of all, is that u experience your father-in-law actually wanting to lower the sum!!! I was like... Oh my God? What is he talking about? It's not even something he would intend to pay!!! But problems do happen and it did pass in the end, Thank God!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-2614833306182966985?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083243599137306163.post-12974463822081065722007-03-04T05:42:00.000-08:002007-03-04T05:56:30.007-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RerQAyT-GUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GRjaSvBnbnQ/s1600-h/muslim_women.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038067845091432770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uBbbY07GzPs/RerQAyT-GUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GRjaSvBnbnQ/s320/muslim_women.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Assalam Alykom everyone, (Peace on all)</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">I'm one of the people who enter the blogger world, because I really just need to vent my everyday whirlwinds, even if it may seem that I'm talking to myself. To begin with, I'm an Egyptian girl (yes, I'm Muslim) , a pharmacy student and I proudly wear my hijab after a self-convincing session with myself. I'm not very good at talking about myself much, nevertheless, I'm really looking forward for friendship, sistership and advice from everyone.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">At the moment, I've been engaged for about 2 weeks, so, I'm really new in the world of relationships, even though I'm willing to learn from past experiences, yet, I believe that each and everyone is a special case and no one can tell u exactly what and what not to do.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">Studies, in-laws, future work, family and friends are my main thoughts at the moment and I try to give each issue it's proper thinking, but all is up to Allah. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">In the future, I'll be posting what is going on with me and I'm waiting for everyone's thoughts and care.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">Thanks for everything.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;">(I hope I'm not this shy writing next time)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333399;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333399;"></span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083243599137306163-1297446382208106572?l=cuttingopen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08459464371151038141noreply@blogger.com0