Thursday, August 30, 2007

When the moon is sighted..

All eyes at the moon.. As soon as our earth’s shade covers it & it miraculously becomes a crescent, the doors of hell will be locked & my beloved heaven will open up, bloom & its sweet scent
will be carried to us through a gentle breeze.. And right there & then, starts a beautiful month filled with the most peaceful nights one can ever live.. I’m never big on nights.. Nights usually disturb my mood.. But “those” nights, sigh.. Oh “those” nights.. Talking of them nights, I’d like to invite all my moros living over here in Abu Dhabi to come to this blessed, holy house of Allah, that shakes each night; seeking Allah’s mercy & forgiveness.. I’ll let you know of its exact location inshaAllah as soon as I make sure that its imam (who comes to AD only in Ramadan) will make it safely this year.. May Allah bless him & grant him a serene ending to his earthly life & an everlasting life in ferdous amongst all the righteous winners.. And us all.. Amen. Whoever gets to read this, I ask you to please keep me, all brothers & sisters & the dead in your prayers.. And may Allah the Most Merciful grant us tranquility, strengthens our faith, accepts us & save us from hell fire.. And may He fill our souls with delight, our hearts with faith, our minds with never ending conscience & our bodies with strength to carry on our paths.. Oh Allah keep us safe until Ramadan & make Ramadan faultless for us & secure it for us as an accepted month of virtue.. Amen.

"Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dreams that you dream of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dream of, dreams really do come true
wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why can't I?
Well I see trees of green and red roses too,
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Well I see skies of blue and clouds of white and the brightness of day
I like the dark and I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands saying,
How do you do?
They're really saying, I a..." I love you
I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world"
By Norah Jones

Saturday, August 25, 2007

la la la ~ ~ ~ la tit ude

No I don’t want to know how many people are online reading my blog! It’ll simply transform my intentions! I know me.. This is one of the coziest places I’ve ever been.. Don’t want anything to take that away.. No, please, God, no.. Funny thing is, it all could go away.. In a heartbeat.. All of it.. I’ve been sad lately.. Truly sad..
(picture's source)
Trying to find joy at something.. I think it’s beyond one’s ability.. It’s in the Lord’s hands.. My grandma has always said that she’s lead a happy life ‘cuz she wanted it.. She always says if you want something real bad, you’ll get it! She’s always been positive on that.. I’ve always been impressed by her inner strength & outer sense of direction.. I lack sense of direction.. No, for real!! Like I could go to this & that road & not know how to get there again!! They make fun of me.. Are there pills for that? I wonder.. I’ve always loved corners.. Spent most of my life in corners.. Mostly with a warm mug of coffee in my hands.. To tell you the truth, I don’t know much about types of coffee grains & seeds & what not, but all I do know is that some super duper creamy cream should be dissolving along.. Mmmmhmmmmmm.. That’s another definition of home to me.. Me.. sara.. Million billion girls have my name.. sara.. It’s not like I’m the one & only sara.. Some saras with h, sarah.. Others without.. Like me.. sara.. But I know that I’m not like any other sara.. And not any other sara is like me.. In the third grade there was this sara with my, my father’s & my grandfather’s names.. sara mohammed Hassan.. And in the morning’s assembly, they were giving out gifts.. And they called out: “sara mohammed Hassan”.. I went & took it.. And next thing I find, another sara was crying.. I found out it was meant for her.. So I gave it to her.. I only wanted to take it for one thing; to go home & give it to mama.. And see her proud of me.. I didn’t know what they were giving out the gifts for.. I’m me.. And I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been tryin to be.. One of the saras of heaven.. And all those who want to be a part of it real bad.. Amen.

"I don't have to be anything other
Than the birth of two souls in one

Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I can't be the only one who's learned

Can I have everyone's attention please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountain
The crust of creation
My whole situtaion-made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody

I don't want to be
Anything other that what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I don't want to be"

~ Gavin DeGraw ~

Thursday, August 16, 2007

؟ot ererhw?

It's not up to us in the end.. Nah ah.. We dream, plan, do & hope, but yet, it eventually turns out the way it was written for it to turn out to be.. It’s like staying here,
in Cairo.. It wasn’t planned out in the first place.. And then got all planned.. Come on bla bla.. Do so & so.. And leave on bla bla bla & so forth.. Half way through & then the trip supposedly came to it’s planned end.. So we pack & get ready to leave, say goodbyes & find no seats.. Come back unpack & try again.. And again no seats on the plane.. Eventually we end up staying over here for some more unplanned time.. And have those sweet hot dishes.. It was written for us to have them.. And buy those colorful scarves with the most beautiful patterns.. It’s like the other day, we were starving, & so we went round and round looking for a fancy place to eat.. We pass them all by & end up eating some cheap tasty pasta with sauce that was sold on the street :) WoW! Our problem is, we are impatient.. And very doubting.. Every one now walks with their heads looking at all directions & their eyes all over the place.. mjhtcrkytrexydrujhjheuiohgrfvndk;ghifdugkjfdcbngiu.. Whatever it means.. Last night, on the highway, we passed by this cemetery & I was thinking to myself, now what? What? WHAT? Where to? Why the rush? Someone passed away in our building while my fourth cousin came to life.. Welcome Jannah.. Welcome on board.. Hope your stay turns out to be a happy one taking you to the real big Jannah.. Amen.. Funny thing, Egyptians pronounce ja as ga.. They say gannah.. It kills me.. IT’S JANNAH.. And umm Jannah, get well soon :) Abu jannah.. May Allah grant you the strength to take care of jannah & her mama.. Amen.

“The human being is impatient by nature. I will inevitably show you My signs; do not be in such a hurry.”
-- Qur’an 21:37 --

Monday, August 06, 2007


Is it really that I’m homesick? Is this how it feels like? Well, I feel dry.. Real dry.. Like a rough wooden surface.. It’s like the water of the world wouldn’t soften at least one millimeter of my surface.. And my inside is so thirsty that all it sees & smells is a bunch of mirages.. I miss me.. As I said earlier, home lies within one’s self really more than anything else.. And my being is just molded into something else right now.. I’ve been trying to absorb my surroundings’ attitude, but fail to grasp any logic.. It’s all been beyond logic lately.. But there is this one thing that shook me & brought my heart back to life.. A couple of lines sent to me by my pudding.. He sent a message yesterday that would knock down all love letters ever written : ) .. He sent mama saying: “Mom, please tell sara that I was very worried & anxious last night that I couldn’t sleep at all.. So I went to her bed & felt so at ease that I fell asleep in less than a minute.. Tell her I’m soooo sorry I slept in her bed.. Please accept my apology..” I swear to God this was one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.. You know what pudding? I think as soon as I come I’ll bake you the best cookies ever, inshaAllah.. And fill them with billions of M & Ms.. And you can sleep in my bed until I come back puddingyyyyyyyyyyyyy : )
"Why do I feel lonely,
when I have You by my side
I am lost, show me the way
it is all fake
it looks so original
so inviting
attractive, true
long lasting
I am off tracks
how me another signal
another then another
I am demanding
just like You
Help me Lord
Show me the way
Dived and drowned out
All tired and lost
Weak and meek
The mask of me
Will fade like the rest
Help me with the ropes
Help me to climb
So I can climb down
This hill called life."
By Momekh..

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Messed up!

Oh well.. Cairo.. That’s where I am.. And on daddy’s laptop.. Connected to our telephone’s connection, just like them old days, days when the internet started!! Anyways, I woke up & found myself packing.. & flying high in the sky.. Destination: the land where prophet Joseph has once lived in.. How did it look like back then I wonder! How did it smell like! Sound like! All I’m sure of is that it definitely had a life.. One full of all what life demands of those living it.. Running & running towards things that help you carry on breathing.. All of them now are busy.. Busy living.. Some living the right way.. Some living the wrong way.. And others not knowing where they’re at.. As for me, I can’t stop seeing, smelling & hearing.. It’s all different over here.. The difference is in the ways of fulfilling those needs.. The needs that are the same between us all.. Us humans.. They look different, smell different & sound different.. I feel that my biological clock has stopped.. It’s stuck.. Somewhere between reality & disbelief.. I feel trapped in an airless space unable to get out unless someone pulls me so hard.. Man! This place’s gravity is almost nil.. And it’s lifeless at the moment.. I’m crazy.. So crazy for being so.. For being so lost & for not knowing what I’m writing & what’s the exact purpose of me writing it.. It’s for the first time that I feel I’m truly messing up my blog!! And I swear I’ve never ever done that before.. And it’s freaky.. I’m a freak right now!! So watch out world.. It’s not funny.. Shall I just back space everything? Delete? Umm.. Why not just post & keep a record of my freaking out patterns? Hope it changes soon.. Okay, I’ll post it.. Click!!