Tears of blood! The blood of the innocent 8 dead victims( so far) and over 100 of those injured from a bomb explosion in Achrafeih -Beirut in Lebanon. My sadness is larger than my words, I only want to weep my Beirut and pray for tonight…
To all the Father’s out there, Happy Father’s day!
To all the hard working, loving, caring and providing men in our lives, thank you!
To all the women striving to fill their absent men shoes, happy father’s day! You deserve it to!
But my words today are dedicated to a wonderful man, a father I’ve witnessed coming to life.
To a wonderful Father,
To you my husband,
Let me tell about your daddy,
Listen carefully as I brush your hair…
He’s the most amazing man I’ve ever met
For the bitter and the sweet, he has always been there!
The moment you were conceived my girl
You were made from a mixture of love and care
Every step of the way your daddy loved us
He waited for your arrival impatiently, I swear
And finally you were here, after your difficult flight
He held your tiny body and kissed your little hands
With all the tenderness he could share
He was there for your first diaper change
For your first milk bottle and for your first bath
For your first smile, giggle, and when you sat on that little chair
Your father my child
Is the most amazing Man,
When you grow up,
And they ask you for your full name
Be proud to wear these letters
The few letters of his name
Be proud to say that you’ve been brought up
By a father who truly cares.
And because I love you
I honestly pray
That one day, you’ll meet a man who has your father’s traits
Only then I’ll be sure you’re going to be happy
With a love that lasts forever something much more than the usual human affair.
This is the first letter I write to you after your birth, and I’m very excited to tell you all the news that’s been happening in our lives lately. First let me start by telling you how much I’ve grown in love with you in these past eight months! From the moment I kissed your little hand in the hospital until this moment as you sit on the carpet playing with your toys and biting anything you could get your hands on! And I promise to keep loving you until the day I close my eyes and fall into my eternal sleep.
Baby girl, day by day, you’re teaching me how to be a mother, and a better human being. You’re eight months and two weeks old already, and every second of these eight months was an adventure. But there are certain moments that keep spinning through my mind every time I talk about you, I call these moments the peek memories. The first time I laid eyes on you when the doctor held you up after your delivery, and you were so blue and crying out so loud that your voice filled the operation room! That moment I was praying and crying and laughing at the same time!!! I was lost in that moment and all I wanted was to cuddle you and kiss you!
My second peek memory, was when we had a visit from some relatives who you’ve not seen before! When one of them tried to hold you up, you started crying and looked at me scared, and you tried to jump from the Lady‘s arms to mine!! I took you into my arms and for the first time I felt like a real mother, you were asking me to protect you and I was there for you, and forever I ‘ll be there for you.
My third peek moment was the day you rolled over!! I was getting worried that you’re late to roll over and already seven months old! And one morning out of no where you rolled over! Me and your dad we were so excited, we were gazing at you not believing what just happened! And now you can’t stop rolling over and scooting yourself all over the house! I even caught you trying to pull over some of my decorative items! You’re so cute!
Here comes my Fourth and by so far my best peek moment! Your first tooth!!!! I’m super excited to tell you about this Anna, so last week you were biting on your plastic toy and suddenly you started screaming! Me and your dad rushed to pick you up, I thought you must have hurt your gum so I grabbed the teething gel and started rubbing your little swallow gum! I told your father : The poor thing must have heart herself hard, I can feel the cut beneath my finger! Thank God your father is the smart one in this family, LOL! He opened your mouth and saw your little tooth peeking out!
My poor baby, you have been really fuzzy through these few days. As another tooth peaked just right next to the other. And we haven’t been getting enough sleep. But I know it’s just a phase, another growth spurt that we’re experimenting together, and soon all the pain will go away and you’ll feel a lot better about those weird white things that appeared in your mouth all of a sudden!
OOOps I forget to tell you about the day you first said Mama!!! But I wrote you a whole poem about that moment!
Anna, Me and your dad, we love you so much. Everything we do, every decision we take , we now do it with your best interest in mind. You’re the joy of our lives and the blessing in our house. And everyday we pray for God to give you a long healthy and happy life, and to give us the power to be there for you every step of the way and the good health to support you and watch you grow!
Until my second letter, stay as cute as you are, love you!
Her hair is a mess, dressed in her pijamas still,
A mop in her hand cleaning the spilled milk cup, which lies on the kitchen floor
trying to to have time not to burn the eggs on the stove
running from room to room to get them dressed, wondering whether she was living a dream!
four little children making the biggest mess
school bus is almost there, and nothing as always is ready yet
No time to think about her sours , to time for herself!
She breathes in deep trying to control her rebellious nerves
she breathes out with a prayer: God give me the strength!
a few minutes later and they are on their way to school
the house suddenly empty! and the sound of silence gives her the chills
My mother drinks her cup of coffee and stares deep inside her soul
her identity is not clear to her anymore,
she only knows she’s a mother of four,
she thinks as she rests her aching feet,
she even forgets to answer to her name when she’s called
She’s used to being called: mom, and nothing more!
STOP!!!! 5 minutes already gone!!
I found out that my fellow blogger Colline has written a post for a weekly challenge, hosted by another fellow blogger, I like her post and the idea so much that I decided to participate!!!
(This post is written for the Five Minute Friday Challenge hosted by The Gypsy Mama. The main idea is for Participants to write for 5 minutes with no editing, no over thinking, and no looking back. This week’s Challenge is about: Identity)
If Someone loves you for who you are
be you beautiful or ugly
Loves you even more than your mother or father or spouse would ever do
If Someone is there for you your whole life
through the bitter and sweet
and even when every body else shuts their doors in your face
this someone will be near you to wipe your tears and promise you
of better days, and a better place
If this someone forgives you
even though you hurt him
it’s enough to be truly sorry and be sure to never do it again
he’s the best friend you’ll ever find in your joy and even in your pain
He knows your secrets even if you don’t tell him,
he knows your plans,
the roads you take, even the very word your thinking right now
needn’t you say!
He always does what is best for you, even though most of the times
you’ll doubt his ways
he keeps telling you to ask of him
and he shall give you what you ask for
all you have to do is believe that he’s always there for you
I bet you’re wondering now: Oh really? As if such a person exists!! Show me someone like that and I’ll never let go of him… right?
My friend, can’t you feel him already?don’t open your eyes and gaze around! see with your heart, there you’ll find him. Perfect in all his existence, the greatest heart of all times. The most loving , forgiving, father and friend. Trust in God my friend, he’s all that and much more than my poor pen could bare to write. Now that you found him, never let go of him…
We’re merely visitors on this earth, guests who are destined to one day leave. Be polite enough to maintain this earth pure and nice and to thank God for hosting us on one of his planets.
Everyday your ship drifts further,
away from my shores and into the wide open sea
I’m afraid, that one day you’ll decide to come back home,
but you won’t find me there…
Every day, I write him over your pages
and later, I erase him!
I remember the day I was born from his breath,
the day our souls united
then, I write him again …
And I love him even though he doesn’t have a clear identity in my life
even though there’s no map to his existence
nor a Specific description of how he spreads his soul over the zones of my being
I love him! but,Words are no longer able to deliver meanings..
I love him without the illusions of fairy tales,
even Without madness !!
I love him, just so we can be
I love him just so we can be
And I remember the day I sipped him with my wine into my blood
and became addicted to his scent.
blame not, my foolish fever of love,
since I know he loves me.
even though I’m a woman of contradictions,
a hundred person dressed as one
he loves me still
Without insanity, without delirium
he Loves me just so we can be
And I love him to be …
Oh diary, my trust worthy friend…
hear my secret and pass it to none
The day I met him,
I disobeyed all the traditions of my tribe
And neglected all the advises of the elderly
I erased every word written in my past
and I spread out my hand to his,
turned my back and walked away from my village..
Now I’m confused diary,
a woman rejected by her past,
scared of her future,
a woman with nothing in her pockets, but a moment in present
Shall I fight for a love that might never be,
Shall I go back to what once was,
or shall I continue living in a dream
and just love him, so we can be…
O people of this village
Do not think that I came here
to sell the remains of love
sticking to the tail of my dress …
open not your mouth, in shock
Hide not the eyes of your children
If their eyes explored the details of my aching body.
the brown wheat in your fields
is addicted to my perfume
and the flames of your burning summer
awakens the lust for life
that sleeps in my veins
I’m the widow of injustice
walking your streets,
Wearing the thirst of years
and years of sadness
to revive in you
What once lived in you
What now dies in you
The “Passion for life.”
Dance with me…
On the shores of this amazing illusion,
pull me closer to you
whisper to me,
that you love me…
teach me all the required steps
to master this dance
I want to give my best performance tonight…
Help me to learn the melody
of those yellow leaves scattered under our feet…
to enjoy the tenderness of the sand…
Dance with me…
Help me to break free,
from the bloody wire of thorns they wrapped around my waist
I’m the soft breath of early summer in my land
who feels so weak, I have been captured by hand…
they took my voice, my clothes, and burnt down my house
they killed the children in my village
and covered the fields in black
they even threatened the sun,
and the moon was too scared to come out at night
they hushed the mothers , so nobody hears them cry!
But they couldn’t take my pen away,
nor my ability to smile,
they were surprised that I can dance still,
when my feet are wrapped in chains
They didn’t know that injured birds also sing
they sing so lovely even when in pain
they didn’t know that earth will continue its tour
and the sun is waiting to meet us again!
They forgot that God is more powerful than their weapons
and that the will of the poor and sad will one day win
I promised to keep writing and dancing
Even when I’m dancing in pain
So, Dance with me tonight!
Let your words be my music
and your voice, a rhythm
Teach me to dance, teach me..
bring me closer to your breath,
And only then, step back and leave me
Never lay a kiss on my virgin lips
never set a sigh
never crave a sensitive touch,
or a look
from my sad eyes,
All I want for tonight
Is a moment of transparency
maybe tomorrow we won’t be here
we’ll be, two travelers
searching for their country
for a home, to their never-ceasing nostalgia,
Who once met, and danced for a brief,
in sad harmony
on the shores of an illusion..