” Humanity is immensely enriched by Christ’s birth , love ,and sacrifice.”Its undeniable that there is a vicious war on Christmas in particular and on Christianity in general by the skeptics who are brutally tortured by their own deception,depressed conscience ,their insignificance ,their feelings of loss,guilt and by their sinfulness.They are hiding behind their dark distrust ideology.These agnostics are envious of the beauty and the real meaning of Christmas.Christmas is the H o p e of redemption .Christmas is the gift of new everlasting p e a c e of reconciliation between God and humans.The faith of those who affirm their trust in Christmas is shinning like a million S u n through out the centuries and through out the season of joy.(1) Christmas is the ones we love and cherish.(2) Christmas is the miracles in our children and grandchildren.(3) Christmas is the smiles on little faces.(4) Christmas is to love the poor,the needy and the helpless.(5)Christmas is to forgive the enemy.(6) Christmas is to appreciate our families,our country,our parents and our freedom.(7) Christmas is when people achieve their dreams and their missions.(8) Christmas is when the mourners are consoled , when the cold hearts are warmed ,when the doubtful believes.(9)Christmas is when L o v e dwells in every home. (10) Christmas is when we accept the others like ourselves.(( Wishing you a joyous Christmas season and happy , prosperous new 2014.)) jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://email@example.com
Love and affection in the Arabian deserts captivates the deepest human’s senses and desires.Pure ,sweet yet so provocative.Loving a woman transcends even the point of admiration .Infatuated poets depict their passion like the phoenixes trying to reach the threshold of the heaven before they are exhausted ,before death captures their souls and die .Yearning , Love and compassion burn them to ashes yet from the ashes they rise again to their youthfulness .Their souls seem to be in existence as long before the universe was in existence.For as long their hearts beat they perpetually thrive.A poet is like a sparrow , but he doesn’t know how the sparrows live generation after generation ,how they build their nests or how they teach their chicks how to survive.The sparrows are mere wanderers,despite their freedom in the vast skies.The joyous melodic songs they hum to energize themselves to take all challenges of L i f e. The P o e t suffers the agony of loving a woman who doesn’t love him back or foresees his feelings,helplessness,remoteness and his solicitude that cuts like a knife .
My love you are not getting near,
And l can’t get close to you.
l am like a chick in a child’s palm .
He squeezes it between his fingers,
Causing the chick to suffer death’s bitterness.
The child is amused with his game,
Not knowing what he is doing or why.
And the Chick has no feather to set,
Itself f r e e a n d F l y .
((jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://firstname.lastname@example.org)),