E s s e n c e ! / Heart’s foresight .

I f  you have two loafs of bread , sell one of the two and buy a bouquet of flowers for the one you love.

If there are those who will laugh at you , then  know my friend . They are like trees with out branches.

They are like branches without leaves . They are like wax  lilies without fragrance .

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Spring Day ! / Enchantment.

On a spring day the camels were moving leisurely in the sandy desert under the warming sun ,Hoping to reach a pasturage oasis soon.

The herdsmen were ridding the bare camels backs.They looked like flock of eagles crossing the space and dreaming of the new dew.

They filled the desert with their rhythmic intonation that invigorated the camels to hasten and dance.One lonely kite was above them in the air joined the captivating festivity and began to sing along.

Before sunset the caravan arrived at the fecund oasis where trees ,shades and refreshing  water awaiting them.The night was locking the desert with its

majestic moon and stars.The shepherds began to erect the tents and watching the women preparing a  succulent feast for  everyone .(jmsabbagh86@gmail.com-https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

A Day Without Tomorrow ! ! !

To live a life without being in control of your destiny is not a Life!


To every enamored in this stupendous world of ours.To every heart that been touched by the wand of love.To everyone who had drunk from the chalice of despair,hopelessness and defeat.To those who triumph over their weakness,to whoever never gives up hope , never accept defeat and keeps the faith ,l dedicate these heartily words which were sung by the famous Egyptian singer Fared Al – Atrash .

I – You are back again ,oh my birthday,

You are back ,you mischievous,without delay.

My youth had departed so soon gone away.

Now old age became my destiny with it’s gray.

Oh,  how l wish you were a day without tomorrow !

Would that ,that is all l can say.

Oh, how l wish l never been from eternity !

l lived my years not knowing Why?

Why in this life l had to stay?

l wonder ,how all expectations gone  astray?

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I d e n t i t y ! / F a m i l y .

Today more than ever the many are searching for real identity to feel a positive sense of belonging in our modern society.

It is not who is your family anymore ? it is who  you  are ? the culture of different ages could change dramatically and suddenly without any warnings.

Day after day cultures are drifting away , what was acceptable then nowadays its not, and its out dated.

As member of a society an individual ought to prepare himself to accept  R e s p o n s i b i l i t y  not to blame his family.The family does so much for so long , the rest is up to the individual to decide .

In all cases two things remain the same in every place and in every time. ( 1 )  Every human heart longs to be happy. ( 2 )  Every  person wants to be successful .

It is essential to remember that each one of us has a mission in this earthly life . We weren’t born arbitrary . No matter what our situation is we must accept our circumstances to the fullest.

H a p p i n e s s   is made , it is not given. Happiness demands hard work  and sincerity . Obtaining happiness doesn’t come between day and night .It needs determination and dedication.

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Infatuation ! / Phoenix.

Love’s affection in the Arabian desert living captivates the deepest senses . Loving a woman transcends the point of worshiping and adoring.

Infatuated poets depict their passion like the phoenix trying to reach the threshold of the skies before he is exhausted ,before he dies.

Their souls seems to be in existence as the vast universe . As long their hearts beat ,as long they are with sentiment filled with love.

A poet is like a sparrow ,but he doesn’t know what the birds lives go through every day.Birds are wanderers despite being free in the fast skies.

A poet suffers the agony of loving a woman who doesn’t loves him or fathom his feelings of hopelessness , remoteness , strangeness

and solicitude .

My love you are not getting nearer,

And l can’t get any closer to you.

I am like a chick in child’s palm .

He can’t perceive the chick’s pain,

When he squeezes her between his fingers.

The chick tastes the bitterness of death,

While he is amused with his game.

He doesn’t know what he is doing or why?

And the chick has no feathers ,

To set herself free and F l y .



It is very hard to build bridges , but it is very easy to burn them down.


Give up envy ,hate,lies and deceit?

The core of our so called civilized

societies corruption beside the greed!

To wish his opponent peace,when they meet?

Give up narcissism,deviation and cheat?

To help the weak when they are in need?

Not to let them be consumed to fleet!

To see the hungry starve while’

the luscious food enjoys to eat!

Give up one set of the two rules he holds,

The bitter one for the others ,but for

himself he implies the s w e e t!

Give up his partiality toward winning  and defeat?

Build for himself a mansion ,but refuses

his brother to own even a shaky suite!

Give up pride ,falsehood and with

Kindness the others treat?

Stop burning the wheat and the weed,

it is wise to separate the two

before igniting the heat.

Give up gossip,critique and adoring the power seat?

To stand up for justice…

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