I just can't find anything to write, I completely lost the ability to express my ideas in a written format. I just think, think and then think with nothing to write.
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September 30, 2007
September 23, 2007
Replies - 3
One more time I am back to replies, Mr. Alaa has left me another comment that I won’t publish. I was going to ignore but here I am replying not in a way to defend myself against his accusations but to speak of millions of Egyptian girls who share the same ideology.
Mr. Alaa wrote;
I will focus of your words Miss Shaimaa. If the Muslim man is that GREAT in your mind couldn't you find one to accept you with those beliefs? If your idea about he Muslim man is that GREAT why then all those arguments. Why you dont wanna be the sweet, nice submissive Muslim woman. Why you wanna imitate the American bitches? 3ala2
So, Mr. Alaa
1- Muslim men are supposed to be great, because they belong to a great religion. But unfortunately, those Muslim men are just Muslims by duty. They were born Muslims to Muslim families, and none of them ever thought what’s behind that religion. None of those Muslims thought how Islam changed the ignorant Arabs to be the leaders of the world. I have always said that the real miracle of Islam was turning the Arabs to be a civilized community. They are just Muslims by duty, using Islam and God to validate personal opinions that has nothing to do with Islam.
2- “Couldn’t you find one to accept you with those beliefs”. So, Mr. Alaa I don’t know how did you jump to the conclusion that I can’t find a man to accept my beliefs. Again, you are assuming that I have no men around and that I am a disgusting creature. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am not what you hope I am. I am a girl of a sound opinion; I am respected by everyone who meets me. And I have a long list of men who admire my ideology. I am sorry again to disappoint you, but unfortunately I am a girl lots of men can’t have. I am the woman men dream about but dare not own. Your sentence should be re-phrased, the sentence should be, why you couldn’t accept any of the non great, average men around you. And the answer will always be, average was never and will never be my type. I am everything a man wants, so I can’t just give everything to anyone.
3- Muslim women are not submissive. Up to my knowledge, Islam was never a supressive religion, unless you belong to the stupid Wahabi’s who think that Islam was the law God put to validate their “bedwain” traditions, Islam is religion that valued the human and as Muslims we only submit to our God. So I will have to disagree again, and I am sorry to disappoint you again as Islam isn’t tailored to meet your sadistic dreams.
4- I am not going to comment on putting me and bitches in one sentence. I could have removed the word but I left it as an evidence on how well mannered you are.
5- This will be my last reply to you, so spare yourself the effort of using the F words and the B words. Please spare yourself the effort of writing a reply on this. And spare yourself the tries to turn me to your kind of a woman. I am sorry to disappoint you again, but sometimes some women are star far. And you can’t make a star fall by calling her bitch, or by using dirty sexual comments. The star will keep shinning leading those who lost the way to the safe shores.
Over and Out
P.S.
Mr. Alaa, If you don’t like the ideology expressed in this blog, please spare yourself the effort of reading, I believe that there are many other blogs of your taste.
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An Important Note:
I believe that all religions are great, and greatness isn't something limitied to Muslims or Islam as a religion. If anything else was implied by my words it wasn't intended. Religion is off context, and I believe that my reply on Mr. Alaa goes for all men sharing his ideology regardless their religious beliefs.
Mr. Alaa wrote;
I will focus of your words Miss Shaimaa. If the Muslim man is that GREAT in your mind couldn't you find one to accept you with those beliefs? If your idea about he Muslim man is that GREAT why then all those arguments. Why you dont wanna be the sweet, nice submissive Muslim woman. Why you wanna imitate the American bitches? 3ala2
So, Mr. Alaa
1- Muslim men are supposed to be great, because they belong to a great religion. But unfortunately, those Muslim men are just Muslims by duty. They were born Muslims to Muslim families, and none of them ever thought what’s behind that religion. None of those Muslims thought how Islam changed the ignorant Arabs to be the leaders of the world. I have always said that the real miracle of Islam was turning the Arabs to be a civilized community. They are just Muslims by duty, using Islam and God to validate personal opinions that has nothing to do with Islam.
2- “Couldn’t you find one to accept you with those beliefs”. So, Mr. Alaa I don’t know how did you jump to the conclusion that I can’t find a man to accept my beliefs. Again, you are assuming that I have no men around and that I am a disgusting creature. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am not what you hope I am. I am a girl of a sound opinion; I am respected by everyone who meets me. And I have a long list of men who admire my ideology. I am sorry again to disappoint you, but unfortunately I am a girl lots of men can’t have. I am the woman men dream about but dare not own. Your sentence should be re-phrased, the sentence should be, why you couldn’t accept any of the non great, average men around you. And the answer will always be, average was never and will never be my type. I am everything a man wants, so I can’t just give everything to anyone.
3- Muslim women are not submissive. Up to my knowledge, Islam was never a supressive religion, unless you belong to the stupid Wahabi’s who think that Islam was the law God put to validate their “bedwain” traditions, Islam is religion that valued the human and as Muslims we only submit to our God. So I will have to disagree again, and I am sorry to disappoint you again as Islam isn’t tailored to meet your sadistic dreams.
4- I am not going to comment on putting me and bitches in one sentence. I could have removed the word but I left it as an evidence on how well mannered you are.
5- This will be my last reply to you, so spare yourself the effort of using the F words and the B words. Please spare yourself the effort of writing a reply on this. And spare yourself the tries to turn me to your kind of a woman. I am sorry to disappoint you again, but sometimes some women are star far. And you can’t make a star fall by calling her bitch, or by using dirty sexual comments. The star will keep shinning leading those who lost the way to the safe shores.
Over and Out
P.S.
Mr. Alaa, If you don’t like the ideology expressed in this blog, please spare yourself the effort of reading, I believe that there are many other blogs of your taste.
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An Important Note:
I believe that all religions are great, and greatness isn't something limitied to Muslims or Islam as a religion. If anything else was implied by my words it wasn't intended. Religion is off context, and I believe that my reply on Mr. Alaa goes for all men sharing his ideology regardless their religious beliefs.
September 22, 2007
Replies - 2
Brad wrote:
Dear Sweet Child O'Mine,
From the deep dark sea I hail you. I'm spending the last breath I have in frail attempt to join you voice. The voice of the woman I admired. The woman that almost swept me off my strong steady legs. Do you recognise my voice? Do you recognise my words? The words of someone you once labeled a poet. Do you see my reasoning? The reasoning of a man you once looked upon as an Engineer...Now this man is a cliché....speaking of which, French is also something thrown awy in this box. Now my dear sweet child, and from the very top of my lungs, I squeeze out my throat and choke my own voice, sparing you my last breath, telling you faintly from behind the thick walls of the box that I'm but a piece of lead...to be sunk down the vast deep dark ocean...and to be lost forever, like a undoing an evil cast. Like driving a wooden stake through the heart of a Nosferatu, or shooting a werewolf with silver bullets.Let your faith be thy wooden stake, and my your most noble qualities be the silver bullets...for the monstrous creature is now being torn apart. Exploded. Burnt into ashes through the inferno of your honesty.Let me die, dissapear, sunk down deep, as I pray by the light of moonlight silvering the dark sea horizon.Let my ashes rot down the deepest pits of Hedes, as that very box hits the God-forsaken sea bed, and may it stay there, un-noticed by time.
My dear
As always you have left me speechless. The poet has always out shined the little girl.
It has taken my days to think of a reply. And eventually I didn’t find anything to write. I am still speechless, but I decided to share some of my cluttered thoughts.
First, thanks for writing. You know how much I love reading you. I never had enough and I guess I will never have enough.
I guess I am feeling speechless because your words were intended for the woman. Or may be I wanted them to be intended for the woman because only the woman can find some proper words to reply. May be the woman is the one who might find some comfort knowing that the man is just a piece of lead to be drowned in the deep dark sea.
For me the man is the same man, the poet, the voice and the engineer were only some of the faces I loved. The man didn’t lose any of his faces. The man is still the man the only thing that changed is my angle of perspective. I still love the poet, miss the voice and admire the engineer but something has changed. I guess something essential was lost. The woman packed the “like” in her big black box changing my angle of view and filtering the faces I see through the friend screen. So when I love the poet, I love the friend. When I miss the voice, I miss the friend and when I admire the engineer I am admiring the friend. The man didn’t change, and I didn’t change only the medium changed.
I know that these cluttered thoughts seem irrelevant. But it is one of the few times I can’t put my thoughts in words.
Thanks again for giving me the chance to enjoy reading you.
P.S.
You said that my silence is a reply. So add this to silence and tell me what did you get :)
Dear Sweet Child O'Mine,
From the deep dark sea I hail you. I'm spending the last breath I have in frail attempt to join you voice. The voice of the woman I admired. The woman that almost swept me off my strong steady legs. Do you recognise my voice? Do you recognise my words? The words of someone you once labeled a poet. Do you see my reasoning? The reasoning of a man you once looked upon as an Engineer...Now this man is a cliché....speaking of which, French is also something thrown awy in this box. Now my dear sweet child, and from the very top of my lungs, I squeeze out my throat and choke my own voice, sparing you my last breath, telling you faintly from behind the thick walls of the box that I'm but a piece of lead...to be sunk down the vast deep dark ocean...and to be lost forever, like a undoing an evil cast. Like driving a wooden stake through the heart of a Nosferatu, or shooting a werewolf with silver bullets.Let your faith be thy wooden stake, and my your most noble qualities be the silver bullets...for the monstrous creature is now being torn apart. Exploded. Burnt into ashes through the inferno of your honesty.Let me die, dissapear, sunk down deep, as I pray by the light of moonlight silvering the dark sea horizon.Let my ashes rot down the deepest pits of Hedes, as that very box hits the God-forsaken sea bed, and may it stay there, un-noticed by time.
My dear
As always you have left me speechless. The poet has always out shined the little girl.
It has taken my days to think of a reply. And eventually I didn’t find anything to write. I am still speechless, but I decided to share some of my cluttered thoughts.
First, thanks for writing. You know how much I love reading you. I never had enough and I guess I will never have enough.
I guess I am feeling speechless because your words were intended for the woman. Or may be I wanted them to be intended for the woman because only the woman can find some proper words to reply. May be the woman is the one who might find some comfort knowing that the man is just a piece of lead to be drowned in the deep dark sea.
For me the man is the same man, the poet, the voice and the engineer were only some of the faces I loved. The man didn’t lose any of his faces. The man is still the man the only thing that changed is my angle of perspective. I still love the poet, miss the voice and admire the engineer but something has changed. I guess something essential was lost. The woman packed the “like” in her big black box changing my angle of view and filtering the faces I see through the friend screen. So when I love the poet, I love the friend. When I miss the voice, I miss the friend and when I admire the engineer I am admiring the friend. The man didn’t change, and I didn’t change only the medium changed.
I know that these cluttered thoughts seem irrelevant. But it is one of the few times I can’t put my thoughts in words.
Thanks again for giving me the chance to enjoy reading you.
P.S.
You said that my silence is a reply. So add this to silence and tell me what did you get :)
September 21, 2007
Replies - 1
I had to start comment moderation after some anonymous showered me with some indecent comments. Today the same anonymous left me a comment that I didn’t publish with a link to a reply he left on a comment I posted on a post by Miss Egyptiana.
Fine, Here I am triggered again. Well Miss Shaimaa, or Fantasia or the blogger, you all have the same criteria. Frustrated old maids who passed the desperation phase long ago, felt expiring and now looking for an adaptation to their new reality. The woman usually takes that attitude when she discovers that she is not desired by one single good man. Of course the reaction would be "let us hate men. Let's live independent". Do you think you have any other option? I understand your situation and give you excuse. However, good women in your ages are already mothers and good muslim wives who fear God and proud of their role in life. 3ala2
So, Mr. Alaa
The answer to your question is, no I don’t give up. I never gave up, I never give up and I will never give up. I am a person who stands for her opinion. And I was never ashamed of admitting my mistakes but I never regret them.
I am not a frustrated old maid and none of the decent young women you described are. We are not cans of food to expire and we are not looking for an adaptation to a new reality.
I am a typical Egyptian girl, who might be your sister, your wife, your colleague or the girl next door. I am not desperate by any mean. I have a wonderful life that I am enjoying. I am feeling loved by everyone around me and I am feeling desired by almost every man who comes around. I am desired by good men as well as bad men. And I am not the kind of person who changes her course of life depending on a man’s decision. I don’t hate men and I am not being independent because I can’t depend on a man. I am independent because God created me free. I am independent because I am not the one who follows while I can lead.
I am not a bad woman because I am not a wife. I am not a bad woman because I am not a mother. I am not a bad woman because I have a job. I am not a bad woman because I speak my mind up. I am not a bad woman because I think. I am not a bad woman because I am single. And if any of these make me a bad woman so I will wear the title with pride.
I am proud to be a woman, I am proud to be one of the new little women of Egypt. I am proud to be of the rare breed. I am proud of being confident, independent, thought-full in a hollow community. I am proud of being me.
I don’t think God has anything to do with your opinion. I don’t think God categorize me as a bad woman because I don’t have a husband. I don’t think God categorize me as a bad woman while I worship no one but Him. I don’t think God created women as inferior creatures. I don’t think God created women to serve men.
I believe that you are mixing your personal opinions and personal views with religion to gain the validation you know your logic lack.
As a Muslim I believe that God didn’t order you to go calling people names, or marking someone as bad or good. As a Muslim I know that God didn’t order you to categorize people by the looks, the age, the race or the gender.
So, a little piece of advice Mr. Alaa, You are giving a bad image of the Muslim man. The Muslim man isn’t a man who leaves a woman dirty comments. The Muslim man isn’t closed minded. The Muslim man isn’t the kind of person who attacks people who doesn’t know.
P.S.
I am keeping the old comments. And I will never mind publishing them only to show everyone what did this man of God wrote. And how this man, who dared calling respectable women bad, thinks.
"he wrote
Don’t you ever give up?"
And his reply on Miss Egyptiana’s Blog wasDon’t you ever give up?"
Fine, Here I am triggered again. Well Miss Shaimaa, or Fantasia or the blogger, you all have the same criteria. Frustrated old maids who passed the desperation phase long ago, felt expiring and now looking for an adaptation to their new reality. The woman usually takes that attitude when she discovers that she is not desired by one single good man. Of course the reaction would be "let us hate men. Let's live independent". Do you think you have any other option? I understand your situation and give you excuse. However, good women in your ages are already mothers and good muslim wives who fear God and proud of their role in life. 3ala2
So, Mr. Alaa
The answer to your question is, no I don’t give up. I never gave up, I never give up and I will never give up. I am a person who stands for her opinion. And I was never ashamed of admitting my mistakes but I never regret them.
I am not a frustrated old maid and none of the decent young women you described are. We are not cans of food to expire and we are not looking for an adaptation to a new reality.
I am a typical Egyptian girl, who might be your sister, your wife, your colleague or the girl next door. I am not desperate by any mean. I have a wonderful life that I am enjoying. I am feeling loved by everyone around me and I am feeling desired by almost every man who comes around. I am desired by good men as well as bad men. And I am not the kind of person who changes her course of life depending on a man’s decision. I don’t hate men and I am not being independent because I can’t depend on a man. I am independent because God created me free. I am independent because I am not the one who follows while I can lead.
I am not a bad woman because I am not a wife. I am not a bad woman because I am not a mother. I am not a bad woman because I have a job. I am not a bad woman because I speak my mind up. I am not a bad woman because I think. I am not a bad woman because I am single. And if any of these make me a bad woman so I will wear the title with pride.
I am proud to be a woman, I am proud to be one of the new little women of Egypt. I am proud to be of the rare breed. I am proud of being confident, independent, thought-full in a hollow community. I am proud of being me.
I don’t think God has anything to do with your opinion. I don’t think God categorize me as a bad woman because I don’t have a husband. I don’t think God categorize me as a bad woman while I worship no one but Him. I don’t think God created women as inferior creatures. I don’t think God created women to serve men.
I believe that you are mixing your personal opinions and personal views with religion to gain the validation you know your logic lack.
As a Muslim I believe that God didn’t order you to go calling people names, or marking someone as bad or good. As a Muslim I know that God didn’t order you to categorize people by the looks, the age, the race or the gender.
So, a little piece of advice Mr. Alaa, You are giving a bad image of the Muslim man. The Muslim man isn’t a man who leaves a woman dirty comments. The Muslim man isn’t closed minded. The Muslim man isn’t the kind of person who attacks people who doesn’t know.
P.S.
I am keeping the old comments. And I will never mind publishing them only to show everyone what did this man of God wrote. And how this man, who dared calling respectable women bad, thinks.
September 18, 2007
Note to self
From: the woman
Location: the big black box in the deep dark sea
Subject: a little piece of advice
My dearest of all
I know that you are experiencing episodes of self blame. I know that you wonder if regret is the best action for the time being. I know that you have lost your faith in me along with your faith in many things. I know that words like trust and intelligence sounds out of your world. I know that you have run out of defensive tricks. I know that you are tired of the sweet talk, the blame talk, the play talk and all kind of talk. I know you wish to join me in my deep dark sea; I know that you might seek safety behind the thick walls of the big black box.
But my dear, the only safe place is within you. Your first and last line of defense is you. You should lose trust in everyone but you. Have no faith in anything but you.
You have all the right to think of regret but never do. As you have not failed, it was just another way that didn’t work.
I know I have failed you, I know you have trusted my instinct. I know I have misled you by my arrogance. I know I should have been more alerted. I should have warned you that may be the other woman is alive. I should have directed you to investigate other threads, not only the stalker’s. I should have listened to you when you said that he is too smart for us to play with. I should have trusted your judgment, I should have acknowledged his experience the same way you did. I should have let you listen to your friends. I shouldn’t have let my arrogance lead. I should have seen the trick.
Don’t blame yourself for my mistakes. Don’t blame yourself for some silly woman’s instinct failure. Don’t blame yourself for my arrogance. Don’t blame yourself for missing the signs I didn’t give. And don’t blame yourself for your curiosity. You deserve to know. I deserve to know that I have messed up a lot. You deserve to put the pieces of the puzzle together. You deserve to know why he didn’t call when you waited for his call. You deserve to know why he woke you up for breakfast instead of decently planning something ahead. You deserve to know what kept him busy. You deserve an answer for every question you asked. You deserve an answer for every question you will ever ask.
My dear, don’t blame yourself for my mistakes, don’t regret your decisions. Never regret a decision. Everything happens for the best.
Sincerely yours
The woman inside, currently living in the big black box in the deep dark sea.
Location: the big black box in the deep dark sea
Subject: a little piece of advice
My dearest of all
I know that you are experiencing episodes of self blame. I know that you wonder if regret is the best action for the time being. I know that you have lost your faith in me along with your faith in many things. I know that words like trust and intelligence sounds out of your world. I know that you have run out of defensive tricks. I know that you are tired of the sweet talk, the blame talk, the play talk and all kind of talk. I know you wish to join me in my deep dark sea; I know that you might seek safety behind the thick walls of the big black box.
But my dear, the only safe place is within you. Your first and last line of defense is you. You should lose trust in everyone but you. Have no faith in anything but you.
You have all the right to think of regret but never do. As you have not failed, it was just another way that didn’t work.
I know I have failed you, I know you have trusted my instinct. I know I have misled you by my arrogance. I know I should have been more alerted. I should have warned you that may be the other woman is alive. I should have directed you to investigate other threads, not only the stalker’s. I should have listened to you when you said that he is too smart for us to play with. I should have trusted your judgment, I should have acknowledged his experience the same way you did. I should have let you listen to your friends. I shouldn’t have let my arrogance lead. I should have seen the trick.
Don’t blame yourself for my mistakes. Don’t blame yourself for some silly woman’s instinct failure. Don’t blame yourself for my arrogance. Don’t blame yourself for missing the signs I didn’t give. And don’t blame yourself for your curiosity. You deserve to know. I deserve to know that I have messed up a lot. You deserve to put the pieces of the puzzle together. You deserve to know why he didn’t call when you waited for his call. You deserve to know why he woke you up for breakfast instead of decently planning something ahead. You deserve to know what kept him busy. You deserve an answer for every question you asked. You deserve an answer for every question you will ever ask.
My dear, don’t blame yourself for my mistakes, don’t regret your decisions. Never regret a decision. Everything happens for the best.
Sincerely yours
The woman inside, currently living in the big black box in the deep dark sea.
September 16, 2007
P.S.
- I am still waiting for the mail ya Samoo7 ...
- I wonder, how did he propose?
- When did I grow old?
- I wonder, how did he propose?
- When did I grow old?
Leo Love Traits
People born under the Leo zodiac sign love to live in style and are highly indulgent. The Lions love to be the center of attraction. They love social gatherings and love to mingle with people. However, Leos like to dominate everybody and demand their respect. Their personality is as majestic as that of a lion. Another trait of Leos is that they are very vulnerable and get hurt very easily. Leos love to be pampered silly and can turn to a kitten from a lion. They are very considerate of people who matter to them and will treat them generously.
Leo Love Traits
- Leos tend to be protective of the ones they love.
- A Leo is very supportive and will lend you a shoulder through the ups and downs of your life.
- They can get very possessive of their loved ones and get jealous very easily.
- Leos romance in the fairy tale way. They will swoon their beloved with romantic candle lit dinners and endless bouquets of flowers.
- They love to be pampered in love and are very caring.
Perfect Love Match : Aries, Leo and Sagittarius.
Leo Love Traits
- Leos tend to be protective of the ones they love.
- A Leo is very supportive and will lend you a shoulder through the ups and downs of your life.
- They can get very possessive of their loved ones and get jealous very easily.
- Leos romance in the fairy tale way. They will swoon their beloved with romantic candle lit dinners and endless bouquets of flowers.
- They love to be pampered in love and are very caring.
Perfect Love Match : Aries, Leo and Sagittarius.
Are You In Love?!!
Your heart beats fast when you think of him/her. You smile at the very mention of his/her name. You yearn to spend every special moment of your life with him/her. Suddenly a question that is worth pondering upon crops up. Are you in love? There is every possible chance that you are. However, go through the information below for how to know you are in love. These are sure shot signs that you are in love. Also, check out our related sections that deal with the issue of being in love, separately for men and women.
-Somehow, every conversation you have with your friends, you seem to keep mentioning his/her name in it.
- You look forward to spending time with him/her and enjoy the most when he/she is around.
- You somehow know it is not infatuation. Love is being selfless, infatuation is being selfish. You are ready to let the person go if that is what he/she wants.
- You want to spend the rest of your life with him/her and are ready to adjust to make both of you happy.
- You love him/her for what he/she is. You wouldn't want to change them for anything in the world.
Now that you have a general idea as to what to look out for, go ahead and don't be afraid to declare your love for your beloved.
How to Know if He Loves You
So, you have been knowing this guy for quite some time now. You love being with him and never feel lonely when he is around. Your face breaks into a smile at the very mention of his name. The first person you think of when you get up in the morning is him. But does he feel the same way about you too? Guys are finicky when it comes to admitting that they like a girl. And more often than not, they end up losing the girl just because it is too late to tell her that he is in love. Just to make it easy for both you and him, we bring you sure shot signs that he loves you. Read on about ways to find if a guy likes you and how to know if he loves you.
- He takes interest in your day-to-day life. He asks how your day was and feels concerned if anything is wrong.
- His behavior suddenly changes when you come around. He suddenly mellows down and becomes a bit quieter while chatting with his friends. Dead give away!
- He remembers almost every small thing that you say. It shows how special you are.
- He calls up just to listen to your voice and gives a silly reason when you ask as to why did he call.
- He insists on meeting up every now and then and admits how much he loves being around you. - He is good with everyone, but with you he goes that extra mile to ensure comfort.
- His body language changes when you are there. He displays affection through subtle hints like stroking your cheek slightly, taking your hand in his palms and being less stiff.
- He looks in your eyes and you feel there is something special about it. He has this shine when he is looking at you.
These are some sure signs that tell a guy really likes you. But do not confront him as soon as you find these signs in him. Give him some time to realize that he loves you. On the other hand, you can show him in your own ways that you like him too. You will know the right time to confide, you just do!
How to Know if She Loves You
It is not an easy job to know whether a woman likes you. Women are by nature, nurturers. It is natural for them to lavish affection and care. So if a woman you like pampers you like a baby, don't take it for granted that she is in love with you. However, if she goes out of her way to make you feel special, then there may be chances that she really likes you. A woman gives strong yet subtle signs that she loves you. Read on further for ways to find if a girl likes you. You will find a definite answer to the question of how to know if she loves you.How to Know if She Loves You
It is not an easy job to know whether a woman likes you. Women are by nature, nurturers. It is natural for them to lavish affection and care. So if a woman you like pampers you like a baby, don't take it for granted that she is in love with you. However, if she goes out of her way to make you feel special, then there may be chances that she really likes you. A woman gives strong yet subtle signs that she loves you. Read on further for ways to find if a girl likes you. You will find a definite answer to the question of how to know if she loves you.
- Whenever you compliment her, her cheeks turn pink. If she blushes when you are around, it means she is smitten by you.
- She shows public display of affection. Women are not always comfortable with showing affection in public. But if she runs her fingers through your locks, or strokes your cheek, take notice.
- The way she looks at you with those dreamy eyes, is a dead give away that she likes you.
- Check out her body language when you sit with her. If she sits with cross legs facing you, it means she is interested in you. Also, if she touches your shoulders or rests her palm on yours, it is a sign that she likes you.
- When going out with you, she takes extra care to look good. She adds sensuality to her whole outfit combined with simplicity and elegance.
- The way she smiles and laughs at your jokes is a sign that she likes you.
By now you should be sure as to what are the signs to watch out for if a girl truly likes you. More than anything else, it is important to respect her emotions than play with them. So if the woman you like is showing these signs, don't be hesitant to go and speak out your mind to her. You may be in for a pleasant surprise
-Somehow, every conversation you have with your friends, you seem to keep mentioning his/her name in it.
- You look forward to spending time with him/her and enjoy the most when he/she is around.
- You somehow know it is not infatuation. Love is being selfless, infatuation is being selfish. You are ready to let the person go if that is what he/she wants.
- You want to spend the rest of your life with him/her and are ready to adjust to make both of you happy.
- You love him/her for what he/she is. You wouldn't want to change them for anything in the world.
Now that you have a general idea as to what to look out for, go ahead and don't be afraid to declare your love for your beloved.
How to Know if He Loves You
So, you have been knowing this guy for quite some time now. You love being with him and never feel lonely when he is around. Your face breaks into a smile at the very mention of his name. The first person you think of when you get up in the morning is him. But does he feel the same way about you too? Guys are finicky when it comes to admitting that they like a girl. And more often than not, they end up losing the girl just because it is too late to tell her that he is in love. Just to make it easy for both you and him, we bring you sure shot signs that he loves you. Read on about ways to find if a guy likes you and how to know if he loves you.
- He takes interest in your day-to-day life. He asks how your day was and feels concerned if anything is wrong.
- His behavior suddenly changes when you come around. He suddenly mellows down and becomes a bit quieter while chatting with his friends. Dead give away!
- He remembers almost every small thing that you say. It shows how special you are.
- He calls up just to listen to your voice and gives a silly reason when you ask as to why did he call.
- He insists on meeting up every now and then and admits how much he loves being around you. - He is good with everyone, but with you he goes that extra mile to ensure comfort.
- His body language changes when you are there. He displays affection through subtle hints like stroking your cheek slightly, taking your hand in his palms and being less stiff.
- He looks in your eyes and you feel there is something special about it. He has this shine when he is looking at you.
These are some sure signs that tell a guy really likes you. But do not confront him as soon as you find these signs in him. Give him some time to realize that he loves you. On the other hand, you can show him in your own ways that you like him too. You will know the right time to confide, you just do!
How to Know if She Loves You
It is not an easy job to know whether a woman likes you. Women are by nature, nurturers. It is natural for them to lavish affection and care. So if a woman you like pampers you like a baby, don't take it for granted that she is in love with you. However, if she goes out of her way to make you feel special, then there may be chances that she really likes you. A woman gives strong yet subtle signs that she loves you. Read on further for ways to find if a girl likes you. You will find a definite answer to the question of how to know if she loves you.How to Know if She Loves You
It is not an easy job to know whether a woman likes you. Women are by nature, nurturers. It is natural for them to lavish affection and care. So if a woman you like pampers you like a baby, don't take it for granted that she is in love with you. However, if she goes out of her way to make you feel special, then there may be chances that she really likes you. A woman gives strong yet subtle signs that she loves you. Read on further for ways to find if a girl likes you. You will find a definite answer to the question of how to know if she loves you.
- Whenever you compliment her, her cheeks turn pink. If she blushes when you are around, it means she is smitten by you.
- She shows public display of affection. Women are not always comfortable with showing affection in public. But if she runs her fingers through your locks, or strokes your cheek, take notice.
- The way she looks at you with those dreamy eyes, is a dead give away that she likes you.
- Check out her body language when you sit with her. If she sits with cross legs facing you, it means she is interested in you. Also, if she touches your shoulders or rests her palm on yours, it is a sign that she likes you.
- When going out with you, she takes extra care to look good. She adds sensuality to her whole outfit combined with simplicity and elegance.
- The way she smiles and laughs at your jokes is a sign that she likes you.
By now you should be sure as to what are the signs to watch out for if a girl truly likes you. More than anything else, it is important to respect her emotions than play with them. So if the woman you like is showing these signs, don't be hesitant to go and speak out your mind to her. You may be in for a pleasant surprise
September 15, 2007
Compatibility in a Relationship
All of us strive for the perfect relationship, often more idealistically than realistically. The latter has been - and still is - the most discussed topic ever. Yet what are the characteristics of THE relationship ever? Is it a universal formula or a check list you take out of your pocket on your second date? Is it a balance between love and good will or rather a masochist tendency paired with the need to settle down? Well, there are various theories, but let us narrow down the scope and examine compatibility in a relationship. A healthy and harmonious relationship between a man and a woman should consist of love and respect. When taking a closer look it is inevitable that there is more to a relationship than love. Compatibility and understanding are crucial for a couple to survive the daily commodities of life. Some couples spend their entire relationship trying to change their spouse into a character they would be happier with, only to discover at the end that people or attitudes do not change. During early socialization in childhood and adolescence we develop certain attitudes and behavioral patterns that are shaped by the environment that surrounds us, such as school, family, social groups one belongs to, and many more. These sets of attitudes and behaviors are deeply enrooted in us and are the basis to our character building. When in the proper age for a mature relationship, we are already stable and enrooted in our characters and personalities. Therefore it is too late to set expectations of change in essential character traits evident in the spouse. Often people tend to believe that once strong love bondage exists nothing else matters. Well in some cases this might be true, yet in general it takes more than that. One must be able to differentiate between attitudes that drive certain behaviors or habits. By definition a habit implies an established custom or behavioral pattern acquired by frequent repetition. Habits, such as leaving the toilet seat up or the tooth paste open in the sink, can be changed bit by bit. Whereas attitude is defined as a complex mental state involving beliefs, feelings, values and dispositions to act in certain ways. When it comes to manifested attitudes that lead behavior into certain directions, such as “women shouldn’t work” or “I hate discussing politics with women”, they never really change. How can we distinguish between attitude and habit? Is it a thin red line only visible to the telescopic eye? No, it’s not at all. Once the basic idea of identifying habits and attitudes is recognized, there should be no problem at all in differentiation. Let’s say you are at your friend’s birthday party with your new partner, whom you are still getting to know better. At the party you two get into a conversation with another couple. During the conversation he constantly makes disturbing noises while drinking or talks with his mouth full or, a not so gross thing; keeps on playing with his ear. All of these are habits he acquired by frequent repetition. Imagine that suddenly you get into talking about work and his job, your job and so on. In midst he comes up with a something close to “yeah it’s ok for a woman to work in feminine jobs like kindergarten teaching, wedding decorations, etc but not as an architect, engineer, software developer or pilot” then another comment such as “women work only so they won’t get bored at home watching TV but it is not important at all for society” and the like. Here the red alert lamp should go on and you should let him elaborate on these rather discriminating statements in order to find out if he is just making silly conversation or if he is actually convinced by his sayings. Most of these statements are based on deeply enrooted attitudes that were indicted by his family, friends, upbringing, media and many other influencing factors. His attitudes are the driving force of his actions. It is rather likely that he would not take working women seriously and might expect his wife not to work. At this stage you should evaluate if his attitudes coincide with yours. If they do then, bingo! If in fact you are a successful mechanical engineer, then he has without doubt screwed up big time! Seriously, signs for lack of compatibility can be detected at all stages of a relationship, the earlier the better. Being aware of these differences it should be easier to evaluate a relationship at any stage more objectively, if this should be possible at all. Long term thinking beyond butterflies in the stomach, should be able to assist you in answering yourself some of these questions:
• Will I be happy in the future with my spouse the way he/she is now?
• Do we have common grounds to found a family?
• Do we have a shared vision regarding our life together?
• Do we want to raise our children the same way? With the same values and beliefs?
• Can I talk to my spouse about anything and everything? (Work, friends, politics, daily routine, etc...)
• Are we able to laugh together?
• Are we both willing to compromise without hurting each others feelings?
• Do we respect each other as individuals?Some of these questions should identify the level of compatibility of a couple.
Of course, there is much more to a relationship than calculus, but being honest to oneself has always been the key to happiness instead of crying over the “Road not taken” (Robert Frost). Many couples, even after years of love and courtship, when faced with reality after marriage and exposure to daily life, they bear the results of their actions, some of them fail to continue and others find compromises in ways not satisfactory to both partners. Why not be preventive rather than reactive? It is always better to see and acknowledge the signs instead of ignoring them as we have only one life to live and that should be in harmony, health and peace of mind.
• Will I be happy in the future with my spouse the way he/she is now?
• Do we have common grounds to found a family?
• Do we have a shared vision regarding our life together?
• Do we want to raise our children the same way? With the same values and beliefs?
• Can I talk to my spouse about anything and everything? (Work, friends, politics, daily routine, etc...)
• Are we able to laugh together?
• Are we both willing to compromise without hurting each others feelings?
• Do we respect each other as individuals?Some of these questions should identify the level of compatibility of a couple.
Of course, there is much more to a relationship than calculus, but being honest to oneself has always been the key to happiness instead of crying over the “Road not taken” (Robert Frost). Many couples, even after years of love and courtship, when faced with reality after marriage and exposure to daily life, they bear the results of their actions, some of them fail to continue and others find compromises in ways not satisfactory to both partners. Why not be preventive rather than reactive? It is always better to see and acknowledge the signs instead of ignoring them as we have only one life to live and that should be in harmony, health and peace of mind.
September 14, 2007
Episodes of Loneliness - (1) Boredom
I am a moody person, I move in waves. Sometimes I am high, sometimes I am down but I am always bored. i am bored when I am happy, I am bored when I am sad, I am bored when I am enjoying my time, and I am bored when I am bored. I always scream that I am bored without a specific reason to cause that boredom. The vacation was amazing and yet I wanted to come back home to escape my boredom, and when I got back home I found out that I didn’t lose that feeling of boredom. I am even more bored writing these lines right now.
I know the answers for all the questions lay deep inside us so here I am trying to figure out the reason for my endless boredom.
If boredom is a mere reflection for anger so what is causing that anger. What am I angry from? Why I am angry?
Am I angry from myself? Am I angry from my family? Am I angry from my friends? Am I angry from my subsequent lovers? Am I angry from the community? Am I angry from the whole world?
Actually I can’t find a suitable answer; I am a girl who has it all. I have a wonderful family, a bunch of good friends; and the community puts me up the social staircase. So that leaves me with myself. Why am I angry from me?
I am angry because of my successive failures, my persistence to re-try each time I fail, I am angry because I never lose hope. I am angry because something inside me always believes that things will eventually go my way. I am angry because of the circles I move in. I am always starting from square zero and I am always ending there. I am angry because I am static in a moving world.
I am angry because I have to go with different faces, a face for the family, a face for the lovers, a face for the friends, a face for work and a face for fights. I am angry because I don’t know who I am anymore. Am I the girl or the woman? Am I the angel or the devil? Am I am the boss or I am just being bossed all the time?
I am angry because I do the things that I have to do and no one cares about what I want to do. I am angry because the things I want to do are out of reach. I am angry because others have to decide what I am going to have. I am angry because I just can’t keep working while everyone is cheering. I am angry because I can’t keep giving while everyone is happy receiving. I am angry because I really need to see things going my way for a change. I need to go to bed taking something or someone for granted. I am angry because for me life is marked as unsafe zone.
I am just angry and I can’t find a way out of that anger. I am bored of all this anger. I am bored of being myself. I am bored, simply bored.
I know the answers for all the questions lay deep inside us so here I am trying to figure out the reason for my endless boredom.
If boredom is a mere reflection for anger so what is causing that anger. What am I angry from? Why I am angry?
Am I angry from myself? Am I angry from my family? Am I angry from my friends? Am I angry from my subsequent lovers? Am I angry from the community? Am I angry from the whole world?
Actually I can’t find a suitable answer; I am a girl who has it all. I have a wonderful family, a bunch of good friends; and the community puts me up the social staircase. So that leaves me with myself. Why am I angry from me?
I am angry because of my successive failures, my persistence to re-try each time I fail, I am angry because I never lose hope. I am angry because something inside me always believes that things will eventually go my way. I am angry because of the circles I move in. I am always starting from square zero and I am always ending there. I am angry because I am static in a moving world.
I am angry because I have to go with different faces, a face for the family, a face for the lovers, a face for the friends, a face for work and a face for fights. I am angry because I don’t know who I am anymore. Am I the girl or the woman? Am I the angel or the devil? Am I am the boss or I am just being bossed all the time?
I am angry because I do the things that I have to do and no one cares about what I want to do. I am angry because the things I want to do are out of reach. I am angry because others have to decide what I am going to have. I am angry because I just can’t keep working while everyone is cheering. I am angry because I can’t keep giving while everyone is happy receiving. I am angry because I really need to see things going my way for a change. I need to go to bed taking something or someone for granted. I am angry because for me life is marked as unsafe zone.
I am just angry and I can’t find a way out of that anger. I am bored of all this anger. I am bored of being myself. I am bored, simply bored.
September 12, 2007
The Essential Ingredient
I love cooking, but I rarely write about it. Cooking is my sacred corner, the way I use to teach myself how I can always make a difference. It is the safest way to get creative and the easiest way the fake queen earns praise.
While cooking there is always an essential ingredient in each recipe that without it the recipe will fail. And there is always a secret ingredient that will make all the difference.
I was cooking when the idea crossed my mind. Chopping, mixing, seasoning and stirring resemble life in a great way, fate being the cook and we being cooked. Fate chops us, fries us, boils us, and seasons us to somebody’s taste. Fate mixes us and separates us. Fate bakes us with experience, turning some of us to something sweet, and some of us to something sour. We are all nothing but ingredients in a mystery recipe, some of us are essential and others are the keys fate uses to make all the difference while the rest are just replaceable. But none of us know how and when the cook will decide to stir ‘em in.
The fate’s mystery recipe is the master recipe and as we play the role of ingredients we play the role of cooks in smaller recipes of our creations. We are cooking and being cooked all in a harmonious movement.
And as fate tosses us with others we start creating bonds that takes forms of relations.
Relations that come with different flavors, that ranges from the ice cold to the burning hot.
I was cooking and I wondered what is giving the flavor. What is the essential ingredient? What makes friendship, friendship? How come love is love? What draws boundaries? If tomato sauce is only tomato sauce because of tomato, can defining a human relation be as easy?
Let’s assume a man and a woman, a regular man and a regular woman, who happen to meet somewhere.
They get tossed together, cooked under different kinds of heat and the result is always different. What is causing that difference?
Why it is once lust, another love, sometimes friendship? What is the essential ingredient that turned a simple bond into a type of relation?
We are basically friends with our friends due to the physical antipathy; lust on the other hand is unreasonable physical attraction. Love is a friendship with lust.
So, though physical attraction might seem to be a superficial way to define a relationship but it seems to play the key role in the recipe preparation. It is how we use it that creates the difference.
And unlike the other factors that build a relation, physical attraction is the only instant factor. It is either initially found or it will never be there. Then comes the reason, if there is reason so there might be love if not hence a one night stand.
It is like salt for a recipe, it turns tasteless components into a delicious combination. Ad just like salt it should always be consumed with moderation. The more of it is something that you can’t stand for long and you will keep craving more if you used less.
So, if lust is the essential ingredient that differentiates friendship from love, what will be the key ingredient that makes all the difference?
I always say, add a little nutmeg, and the nutmeg of relationships is honesty. so a little more pinch of honesty will always make a difference!!
The Arabic direction
My friends have always asked me, why writing in English? And my answer was always I write in the language of the idea. When I think in English I write in English and when I think in Arabic I write in Arabic. And I tend to think in English whenever I am feeling uncomfortable. I have this unexplained syndrome, whenever I feel pressured I start speaking English, whenever I feel cornered I start thinking English and whenever I feel hurt I start writing English. Arabic on the other hand is the language I deliberately stopped using but whenever I am comfortable it is always my home.
So, as recently I have been experiencing ideas that speak “Egyptian” which is something other than Arabic but resembles it in many ways. I have decided to create a new blog for those Arabic thoughts. It is not a translation of this blog, it is just my Arabic thoughtless thoughts, written mostly in pure “Egyptian”.
I started by posting some of my old writings and I am currently searching for more of these old writings. And soon I will post the new thoughtless thoughts in Arabic.
The blog has the same name, but sure it is the Arabic translation. So if you can read Arabic click here to check it out.
Thanks
Shimaa
Picture by: © Bellamy / Festival d'Avignon
September 05, 2007
To Brad
Brad wrote:
Dear Shimaa,
Being one of you hideous ex's, as well as a common X-factor catalyst accelerating the process of trust-demolition throughout the vast risky kingdom of men before you, I have certainly been one of your most avid fans and readers.
Putting my thoughless behaviour and shameful acts aside, I hereby stand tall and proud having known you, seen you and been blessed by the unconditional state of forgiveness you've shrouded me with, let alone the most dietous hand open for an everlasting friendship offered by your good self. I have told you before that "To err is human, to forgive to divine" and you, dear Shimaa, have yet again proven this old saying wrong by your forgiveness, or have remarkably proved it right which makes you more a creature of light rather than a human.
For most human being are not capable, let alone made for, granting this sort of forgiveness, or even the mere initiation to try it.
I have been taught a lesson. A hard one. for I have sinned across your shrine of wholehearted purity, elegance and code of knighthood. May the most Gracious bless your good heart, Shimaa.
You know who I am.
Actually this won’t be the first time he leaves me speechless, ever since I have known him he has always taken me by surprise. Good surprises and shocking ones. This comment too was a surprise.
My dear Brad
I guess I have told you before that you are the only one who deprives me of my talent. The poet has always outshined the little girl and left her clueless.
I don’t really know how to start but I guess a good start will be thanking you for your sweet words. I am flattered that you think I am worth reading and that my thoughtless thoughts are of value for someone with your mind.
As for “Us”, I will share with you the reply I gave to a friend of mine who asked about you a couple of days ago. The last thing she knew was your disappearance and she didn’t know the rest of the story. But when she did, she was more than surprised. She wondered how anyone can be that cruel. She wanted me to be angry. She begged me to scream.
She wanted me to get out the feelings she thought I might have towards you. I simply replied that I don’t need to do any of that because I simply gathered everything and I put it in a big black box, I closed the box so tight and I threw it away in a big dark sea. The exact words were, “sandoo2 eswed we ramietoh fi ba7r el zolomat”.
I simply forgot and started from square zero for the sake of the word I gave you. Our deal was to sustain friendship regardless how bad things will go. I am sustaining friendship, I am doing the exact thing I would like you to do if we ever switched places.
It was the friend who forgot, it was the friend who buried the woman with her dark feelings in the big black box, and it was the friend who threw the woman with her soreness in the big dark sea.
Friendship it was, friendship it is and friendship it will always be.
One more time, thanks honey for your sweet words. I hope I will be as lucky as today more often and read more of you comments.
Love, always
Shimaa
Dear Shimaa,
Being one of you hideous ex's, as well as a common X-factor catalyst accelerating the process of trust-demolition throughout the vast risky kingdom of men before you, I have certainly been one of your most avid fans and readers.
Putting my thoughless behaviour and shameful acts aside, I hereby stand tall and proud having known you, seen you and been blessed by the unconditional state of forgiveness you've shrouded me with, let alone the most dietous hand open for an everlasting friendship offered by your good self. I have told you before that "To err is human, to forgive to divine" and you, dear Shimaa, have yet again proven this old saying wrong by your forgiveness, or have remarkably proved it right which makes you more a creature of light rather than a human.
For most human being are not capable, let alone made for, granting this sort of forgiveness, or even the mere initiation to try it.
I have been taught a lesson. A hard one. for I have sinned across your shrine of wholehearted purity, elegance and code of knighthood. May the most Gracious bless your good heart, Shimaa.
You know who I am.
Actually this won’t be the first time he leaves me speechless, ever since I have known him he has always taken me by surprise. Good surprises and shocking ones. This comment too was a surprise.
My dear Brad
I guess I have told you before that you are the only one who deprives me of my talent. The poet has always outshined the little girl and left her clueless.
I don’t really know how to start but I guess a good start will be thanking you for your sweet words. I am flattered that you think I am worth reading and that my thoughtless thoughts are of value for someone with your mind.
As for “Us”, I will share with you the reply I gave to a friend of mine who asked about you a couple of days ago. The last thing she knew was your disappearance and she didn’t know the rest of the story. But when she did, she was more than surprised. She wondered how anyone can be that cruel. She wanted me to be angry. She begged me to scream.
She wanted me to get out the feelings she thought I might have towards you. I simply replied that I don’t need to do any of that because I simply gathered everything and I put it in a big black box, I closed the box so tight and I threw it away in a big dark sea. The exact words were, “sandoo2 eswed we ramietoh fi ba7r el zolomat”.
I simply forgot and started from square zero for the sake of the word I gave you. Our deal was to sustain friendship regardless how bad things will go. I am sustaining friendship, I am doing the exact thing I would like you to do if we ever switched places.
It was the friend who forgot, it was the friend who buried the woman with her dark feelings in the big black box, and it was the friend who threw the woman with her soreness in the big dark sea.
Friendship it was, friendship it is and friendship it will always be.
One more time, thanks honey for your sweet words. I hope I will be as lucky as today more often and read more of you comments.
Love, always
Shimaa
Picture: Journey to forgivness
September 02, 2007
What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?
| Your Love Life is Like Pretty Woman |
 "I want the fairy tale" You believe that love is truly blind, unpredictable, and surprising. Two very different people can easily find true love. At least, that is how it will happen when you marry a gorgeous billionaire someday ;-) Your love style: Sensual and flirty Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Surprisingly happy |
September 01, 2007
Comments
I am a person who respects the freedom of speech. I believe that every person have the right to speak up his mind in the way he believes is right. I believe that diversity is the key to enrich the mind and that the other opinion is always an option.
Out of that belief I never thought of moderating comments. Till someone started exploiting that belief and misused the right of freely expressing his opinion. This person started attacking me as a person and insulting me using every name in the book.
I had to delete these comments and I had to change my attitude towards the freedom of speech. I can accept criticism to the ideology, harsh and honest advices about my positions but I can’t accept personal insult.
I am so sorry I had to start comment moderation.
One last word for that anonymous who posted such comments, I recommend that next time you strap on a pair as if you are man enough you would have signed a name. But a typical behavior is to stay behind the safety wall of anonymity.
And then you dare calling yourself a man just because of your male hormones. What a pitty!!
Out of that belief I never thought of moderating comments. Till someone started exploiting that belief and misused the right of freely expressing his opinion. This person started attacking me as a person and insulting me using every name in the book.
I had to delete these comments and I had to change my attitude towards the freedom of speech. I can accept criticism to the ideology, harsh and honest advices about my positions but I can’t accept personal insult.
I am so sorry I had to start comment moderation.
One last word for that anonymous who posted such comments, I recommend that next time you strap on a pair as if you are man enough you would have signed a name. But a typical behavior is to stay behind the safety wall of anonymity.
And then you dare calling yourself a man just because of your male hormones. What a pitty!!
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