والصلاة والسلام على سيدنا محمد الصادق الأمين

سكون .. وسكينة ولحظات شوق ومناجاة

يا حبيبي .. يا رسول الله (صلى الله عليه وسلم)

سويعات نسرقها من عجلة الركض، والحركة المشحونة بهمّ هنا وهمّ هناك. 

سويعات نسعى إليها 

نحتاجها. ننتظرها. 

فالروح ظمأى. والنفس متعبة. والجسد مثقل. 

رسول الحب نشتاق. 

نشتاق إلى سماع سيرتك العطرة. 

رسول الحب نحتاج، 

نحتاج إلى تذكر مسيرتك، وجهادك وصبرك على الأذى . 

خلقك الله عز وجل، اصطفاك وأحبك. 

وحباً في خلقه ورحمة بهم، أرسلك لسائر الخلق كي تعلمنا الحب. كي تكون لنا جسراً روحانياً، مضيئاً، مشرقاً، إلى الله خالقنا. 

أختارك، وأرسلك لنا كي تكون جسراً معرفياً،  إلى الحياة الكريمة هنا على وجه الأرض. 

وكيف تكون الحياة كريمة إن لم يكن قوامها الحب.
حب الله، وحبك، وحب الخير والجمال! وكل بديع خلقه الله فينا ولنا!! 

رسول الخُلق والإنسانية والخير والصبر والحكمة. 

نفتقر إلى دروس حياتك نتأسى بها في حياتنا. وخاصة عندما تهزمنا قوى الغضب. ويهرب منا الصبر. وتتخلى عنا الحكمة. 

نفتقد الدروب إلى خُلقك وصفاتك. نتطلع إليك قدوة ومثالاً، وخاصة عندما تتزعزع القيم وتتيه الروح، ويتحول الإنسان منا إلى ذئب بوجه بشر! 

بعثك الله عز وجل رسولاً بشراً لتكون حياتك وسيرتك مدرسة لنا نحن البشر هنا على هذا الكوكب الأرضي.
الله بعثك لنا لنعرفه عز وجل من خلال هذه المدرسة التي خلقها بمقياس وميزان. ووضع فيها كل ما يحب لنا نحن البشر أن نتعلمه. 

مدرستك يا رسول الله (صلوات الله وتسليمه عليك)

كم نتعلم منها عن النفس البشرية وعن أنفسنا. 

كم نتعلم منها عن حقيقة الخلق، والحياة، وتاريخها، ومآلها. 

كم نتعلم منها عن الخالق فنحبه ونخافه ونسعى لمرضاته 

ومدرستك يا رسول الله (صلى الله عليه وسلم).

كم تبعدنا عنها مشاغل الحياة. وكم تقصينا عنها الشكوك. وكم تحول بيننا وبينها دواعي الخوف تارة، والجهل تارة أخرى. 

مدرستك يا رسول الله، يا حبيب الله، أيها المصطفى المختار: 

ندخلها متبتلين، غير خائفين، غير وجلين. 

ندخلها مؤمنين، مشتاقين. 

كلما ارتوت الروح بنفحة، اشتاقت أخرى. 

كلما أدرك العقل حكمة، تفتح لأخرى. 

وكلما أبصر الوجدان قبساً من نور، اشتد ظمأه وحنينه إلى المزيد. وتعلقت عين قلبه بنجمة المدى البعيد. 

يا حبيبي يا رسول الله..

أغمض عيني عليها .. واغفو، وأرتاح.

****

Neruda and the Sea..

Ode to the sea, Neruda

Sea, 
This is your name. 
Oh comrade ocean, 
Don't waste time 
Or water 
Getting so upset 
Help us instead. 
We are meager fishermen, 
Men from the shore 
Who are hungry and cold 
And you're our foe.
Don't beat so hard, 
Don't shout so loud, 
Open your green coffers, 
Place gifts of silver in our hands.
Give us this day 
our daily fish.

In the spirit of the Olympics

Are you having a writer's block? Or any block?

In the spirit of the Olympics and what it represents, I wrote myself a mantra to overcome a block that kept me staring at a word in a line in a page in a book I am trying to finish. 

Creat your own version..

Visualize..it works..

It worked for me.

What do you say when you talk to yourself?

Gloomy! 😔
Not an optimistic mantra to start the day with!!

Nor to end the day ..
Sure as the day rolls it's sleeves it would show more smiles on the way. 
Need not be gloomy, it's the weather and missing love ones. Or may be just a passing cloud, soon would evaporate. And soon a cool breeze would elevate our spirits.. few more days of patience and faith. 

Yes dear friend, faith is our hidden power generator. Nothing but faith keeps one going. 

And..remember that dream? !keep it alive.. 
Keep dreaming, dreams are for free..they keep us walking..keep us smiling..keep us being good to ourselves and to others. Dreams renew our sense of humanness and keep us alive. In dreams we are born anew, and keep giving birth to ourselves over and again. 💟🌿
{My journal..Alex,8/2015}

Sports for Women in Saudi Arabia

Sports for women in Saudi Arabia. 

A New title is been written in an old struggling page..

An official green light is given to sports for Saudi women. 

Two events are writing this new title: 

. 

One, the official appointment of princess Reema bint Bandar bin Sultan bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, a Saudi Arabian entrepreneur and philanthropist,to a high government post to be in charge of sports ,as deputy general for sports, women's section. 3 August, 2016. 

News that caught the attention of international media, as mentioned in Time,

" what is already shaping to be a monumental summer for Arab women in sports, Princess Reema bint Bandar Al-Saud has been officially appointed as the Vice President for Women’s Affairs of the General Sports Authority in Saudi Arabia." 

The second event is the participation of four Saudi women in the Olympics,2016. 

The two events are welcomed and cheered widely  in Saudi Arabia. 

This is only the opening of a new door on  more new optimistic page titles to be written in the history book of contemporary Saudi Arabia. 

***

Alexandria

7 August, 2016

Good evening life..

People of sorrow..

from those old days:
***
Shame
Full of shame
Covered by shame,
Overwhelming shame.
Who on earth would bear it with me?
Who on earth could bear it with me??

Anger….
Full of anger
Covered by anger,
Overwhelming anger!
Who on earth would bear its burning fire?
Who on earth could bear its burning fire?

Pain….
Full of pain
Covered by pain,
Overwhelming pain!
Who on earth would listen to my weeping vein?
Who on earth could listen to my weeping vein??

Tears
Full of frozen tears,
My eyes are exploding.
My heart, torn out of my body,
Is ticking the song of SHAHADAH.
Who on earth would sing it with me?
Who on earth could share it with me??

Brothers
I look up and around…
Oh. Dearest of brothers,
Where are you???
The night has fallen,
Daylight is far away.
My beloved brothers,
Be assured…
Till the last shred of light,
As an honorable soldier
I shall fight,
To carry on your pain,
To wipe out your shame

Brothers,
When the time must come,
For my soul to depart
I beg of you: 
Hold your tears…
Save your words
Reserve your sorrows.

The shame
Is lifted by a maiden named: AYYAT

The pain 
is compounded 
By young boys and girls
With foreign names
Came
To share with me
My
Fate!!!!!
30-31, marsh, 2002
***
fatenah Ameen

A spaceship into life's horizon

Writing is my world!!

It's the most beautiful, exciting world. It's a life With multitude of colors and shades. 

It contains the known seasons and those unknown. 

***

Now I realize why I am writing and why writing has been  all along my destiny. 

To reach the unknown..and touch a soul..

to wipe a tear,

to paint a smile on someone's face,

and plant a seed of love in someone's heart. 

And something of the true self 

to share. 

***

Wow..isn't life so kind and benevolent? 

It gives us pain and agony and provides us with our own prescription of the healing medicine..

It takes us through ups and downs,

Pains and agonies, tears and smiles, 

it breaks our hearts and mends our souls. 

and always, always guides us to the WAY..

***

Now i know why.. I just needed a spaceship to life's horizon. 

Writing Fiction course..Assignment

'A woman on a bus today carried her Pekinese dog inside her handbag. It had a red bow on its head that matched her sweater.’

***

Finding myself incidentally on this bus, why? Have no idea! 

It's taking me in a different route than my usual one. Just when I am about to disembark, heard a voice whispering:

 'it's not a coincidence..look for the sign post! ' 

In an instant, felt a pull on my sleeve. Looked .. It's a tiny head of a dog ,

 ' hi there, little fella...what a nice looking dog with a red bow..you have! ' complementing the woman holding a signature handbag with the dog. 

***

How come I didn't notice the woman with the red sweater as I sat next to her? 

' she's Chachi..do you like Pekinese?' The woman spoke to me. 

Took a while to recollect..

' that face..that voice..have I seen it before?.where..where ? '

' Do you like Pekinese?' she is asking..

Eyeing that little face with beginning eyes, replied :

' my dog died two days ago' 

' sorry for you, it's sad to loose love ones ' 

I nodded. 

' I am taking Chachi to a playground she likes, come along ..' 

' okey..' 

'Next bus stop we are out. Short walking  distance is the playground '

***

Here we are. Chatchi is free to play. 

Walking  to a bench, noticed how frail the woman is. Her matching long skirt looks old but elegant, with braided silvery hair crowning her head. Her perfume so ethereal! Her shoes, looks like riding boots. 

***

' this woman...the perfume..the looks..the voice !!!' 'Am I in a dream? ' 

' do you like to have Chachi?' The woman asked. 

Struck by the question, silence took over me! 

' I'll tell you a secret, I was taking chatchi to be put to sleep '

' killing her..you mean ! why?' Angrily..

' till we met in the bus..I could see she likes you. I am passing away soon, and its hard to think of her grieving for me, '  

Silence

 ' are you with me? Do you hear me? '

Her voice! Something about it..the accent! 

Now I remember. It's the dream I had the night after my Wendy died.

 'Fragments of a dream like a puzzle ...is that it?' I whispered to myself. 

****

A message to Life

A message to Life..

Trust..and..surrender..

.. its about time to give in.  

To let go. 

To let you  dear life have your way.

you won't break me! You have nothing to break! 

No reason  to fear anything any more. 

My constant fear.. to be broken down by you .. by love..by death..it's all over now, for  I had met death before actually dying. 

All along I kept holding  my head hight against all odds. 

Now, I will trust you more...

I'll surrender...

no more wish or ability to hold in hand any thread of my life, not even my diet or sleep, nor my breathing..

Just let you flow as you meant to go.. to be and work your miracles through me. 

Okay dear life,  have your way..you are the master.. you are the power..

Nothing big or small matters any more.. 

no phantom love, no super beings..no soulmates..no insane dreams..just nothing matter you can take away or break in me.

only those little million things,

unseen things...that make friendship,  

that remain and work themselves out..

and put a smile on the face of the universe. 

And, dear life .. 

permit me to cry once in a while, 

when your twists and turns bring along some unexpected pain.

That's all what I expect from you,

that's all what I have left to give 

in sympathy ..

a drop of tear or two ! 

***

fatenah, Jeddah 6/2/2016