Eyes

I have been thinking lately about eyes. I believe that eyes carry our true emotions. They are gates to our souls. These specific gates allow thoughts and feeling to go from and to our inner worlds. I know that right now because I have experienced it lately. I noticed that an eye is a strong tool; one can influence a person deeply by looking at his eyes. It is really working, and I tried it several times. You can make a person fear you when you look at him in his eyes, and you can let a person feel really good about you one you look at him in a different way.  It is an amazing aspect that I need to investigate more. I am planning to do some experiences on many people and to see the outcome by myself.  I also want to read about this topic more. I hope there are good books that talk about this topic.

Prayer

"O Sultan of existence

who made our hearts knowledgeable of his hidden beauty! A thousand times they tried to define you, from a long time ago until now, how many glass from the Kausar of your love they have give for the people who are thirsty for your love! Can the owner of this faint voice (he means him self), who his voice is like the tone of a broken Rababa that was played by a helpless hand, say something next to the magical tunes from the bright souls who are walking on the rode that leads to you? However, we turn to your kindness, to your forgiveness and to your generosity that gave the people the freedom of speech. Therefore, we are here. Standing in front of your door with the princes of statement and rhetoric. We hide our faces with veils because of our shyness saying: This is our modest melody. We say this and ask for your pardon and forgiveness."

Fethullah Gülen

This prayer was translated from Turkish to Arabic. And I translated it from Arabic to English because I love it. 

Music - الموسيقى

Music collects the missing parts of my soul, introduces me to myself again, and alters the river that runs in my inner world. I hope this track brings you joy like it did to me.
https://soundcloud.com/prom2000/vg1cgrivtyqs

My dream

Come along my dream. Be mercy on the uncertainty and its sisters

Hug them all, but above all hug yourself. Preach about life to remember it always. 

Sing the songs of creation, and have the darkness and light combined. 

Laugh and cry. Because life yearns for harmony.   

source of the picture:
http://www.tamiboehmer.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/dream.jpg

Bio Poem 

Saleh
Creative, funny, wise

Understanding, analyzing, smiling

Relative of the rain.

Who loves spending time with his friends.

Who needs his mother’s food. 

Who wants harmony in his life.

Who dislikes arrogance and pickles

Who used to be naïve

But above all, who still believes in the goodness that people have.

Resident of his dreams

Who knows that he is blessed for the little things in his life and hopes for more.

Alghamdi

 

The Star of My Life

The Star of My Life

           When she was born five years ago, the sky has become more beautiful than ever because it has a newborn star called Hala. My niece, Hala, is the first granddaughter that my mother and father have. As a star, Hala fascinates me with her sweet, gentle, and calm light that shines on me and on those who admire beauty. Just like watching the stars, I feel happy by staring at her cute small face and her big pretty eyes. When she gets excited about something, she amazes everyone, in my family, with her sparkling eyes and her speechless and priceless face. Listening to her angelic voice, calling me “Uncle Saleh” gives me a feeling of pure happiness. This happiness mixes with a feeling of pride that I have a wonderful niece. My family treats Hala like a sweet candy, which is by the way the meaning of her name in Arabic, and therefore, they enjoy playing with her, singing to her, hugging her and kissing her all the time. Hala‘s light joins us together by pointing always to the love and the mercy that every family searches for in their sky; indeed, she is the Polaris. Another thing I love in that little star is her kindness soul. Her kindness appears when I see her taking care of her little newborn brother. Last thing that I love in Hala is her way of showing love; when I enter the house, she runs toward me cheering and yelling until she is close to me. Then, she gives me the biggest hug that her small body can afford to do. At that moment, I feel I have been blessed by the stars.
          I wish her happiness. I pray that she always keeps twinkling in the sky to remind me and her loved ones of the beauty that we forget sometime in life.