Bounties I should be thankful for!

What would it be like to be blind or deaf? what would be the feeling if I wasn't able to walk or talk?!!
I always think about these situations, I sometimes close my eyes just to see how blind people feel, I'm not even close.
Never take your appearence for granted, a simple accident may take your physical "beauty" from you. What will you do if this happens? What are the alternatives?
We tend to see and focus on the negativity in our life, to the point that we always forget that we are blessed with sooo many bounties.

It's not a crime to like your reflexion on the mirror, but to feel bad or even angry everytime that you dislike something on your face or body, the fact that you don't see what you already have, and just want what you don't have, THAT is the crime.

In and Out of Time by Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there....
Mmmm...God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed....
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.

The chess game.

A story I read  on Paulo Coelho's Blog, and I wanted to share  with you.

A young man said to the abbot from the monastery of Melk:
– I’d actually like to be a monk, but I haven’t learned anything in life. All my father taught me was to play chess, which does not lead to enlightenment. Apart from that, I learned that all games are a sin.
– They may be a sin but they can also be a diversion, and who knows, this monastery needs a little of both – was the reply.
The abbot asked for a chess board, sent for a monk and told him to play the young man.
But before the game began, he added:
- Although we need diversion, we cannot allow everyone to play chess the whole time. So, we only have the best players here; if our monk loses, he will leave the monastery and his place will be yours.
The abbot was serious. The young man knew he was playing for his life, and broke into a cold sweat; the chess board became the center of the world.
The monk began badly. The young man attacked, but then saw the saintly look on the other man’s face; at that moment, he began playing badly on purpose.
After all, he would rather lose, a monk is far more useful to the world.
Suddenly, the abbot threw the chess board to the floor.
- You have learned far more than was taught you – he said. – You concentrated yourself enough to win, were capable of fighting for that which you desire.
“Then, you had compassion, and were willing to make a sacrifice in the name of a noble cause. Welcome, because the secret of life is to know how to balance discipline with compassion.”

source: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/08/18/the-chess-game-2/

Savoir être un enfant

Pour un enfant, la vie est un grand mystère, une grande aventure.
Il n’y a qu’à voir ses yeux pour comprendre ce que ces mots recèlent
Un enfant n’a pas peur d’essayer des choses nouvelles, voire même mettre sa vie en danger,juste par curiosité, mais d’un point de vue, c’est comme ça qu’on apprend, non ?
D’un coté c’est ce qui s’appelle : être en vie ; c’est la vie !
Alors pourquoi, nous autres adultes, avons-nous cessé de vivre ? Pourquoi avons-nous laissé la peur prendre le contrôle sur nos vies ?
Où est l’enfant qui dort à l’intérieur de chacun de nous ?
Avons-nous tué cet enfant ? L’avons-nous étouffé ?
Il est vrai qu’autant qu’adultes, nous n’avons pas le droit de nous comporter comme des enfants, mais qui a dit que c’était une règle à suivre impérativement ?
Ne sommes-nous pas les maîtres de nos propres vies ??
N’est ce pas nous qui décidons qui nous devons être ?
Alors pourquoi avons-nous cessé de fonctionner? De vivre ?
Pourquoi faut-il toujours faire des milliers de calcul, avant de prendre une décision ?
Pourquoi faut-il peser le pour et le contre de chaque situation ou chaque choix ?
N’est-il pas plus simple de juste, se laisser aller ?
De juste avoir le courage d’essayer une chose nouvelle, un choix différent, de défier l’habitude ?
A mon avis, nous nous sommes tellement habitué à la « zone de sécurité » dans laquelle nous vivons, qu’il nous est difficile, voire impossible parfois, d’en sortir.
Nous avons notre routine, notre mode de vie, nos repères….
Une vie hors ces murs sera un vrai cauchemar, c’est l’inconnu, alors pourquoi échanger ce que nous connaissons déjà, par ce que nous ignorons ?
De là vient le sentiment de peur, car nous ne savons pas ce qui nous attend derrière la porte qu’ouvre l’enfant qui dort dans chacun de nous.
Nous avons laissé la peur nous envahir, nous contrôler, au point d’oublier la beauté d’être un enfant.
Etre un enfant c’est : se moquer de ce que les gens pensent de nous, de faire ce qui nous vient à l’esprit, rien que pour essayer, de sauter quand nous en avons envie, de rire, de pleurer, de bouder(pourquoi pas !) d’attraper des insectes, de lancer des pierres(Ça serait vraiment amusant)
Alors arrêtez de freiner les envies de ce petit ange en vous, et laissez vous aller, la vie sera tellement plus facile.

Pregnancy

I lived a life full of great experiences, am adventurous by nature, I love discovering things around me, sure not all experiences were « wow », some were very bad, and hurting!!! But still I need this kind of experience to learn, and be stronger in life!
One of the adventures of life I want to live, is pregnancy
you think it’s kind of weird??!! ... maybe it's not!
Am single, I am 33 years old, for a woman it’s horrible to be at this age without anyone around you calling you “mommy”!!!
To be pregnant, to feel this life growing inside you, moving inside you...must be the most beautiful feeling on earth!
Despite the pain that comes with it, it still an experience that I want to live.
I saw, and lived with women through their 9 months of pregnancy, I watched their reactions, indeed they feel a lot of pain, horrible pain, and on the day of giving birth to their child....no comment!! :S
But, really!!! Whatever they say before this moment, like: “we will never do it again!!” “Or what was I thinking about when I did this? “ ....etc, I saw these thoughts disappear as soon as they hold their babies in their arms, they forget all the pain, and just smile ...ok! !! okkkkkk!!!! and cry a lotttt but from happiness..a happiness that I never felt, and probably will never feel.
I really wonder why more women prefer to have a peridurale injection?!!! ....I know it’s painful, beyond any imagination, but isn’t life about pain?... isn’t it about suffering, so that you can feel and be more thankful for the happiness that comes after this pain?
For me it’s the most sweet pain on earth, and I definitely want to live it.
Well!!! Lool ...need to find “HIM” first.
I wish all women will feel the motherhood inside their heart, because it’s really such a blessing.

Beauty In My Eyes

Everyone sees beauty with his own eyes.

For me, it's simple :)

Beauty lies in the arms of a mother holding her child;

Beauty lies in the tears of a man, crying when he sees his baby for the first time;

Beauty lies in the eyes of an innocent kid, while discovering the world around;

Beauty lies in the smile of an old man or an old woman, while their eyes reflect a lot of sorrows;

Beauty lies in the wings of a butterfly, so fragile, so weak!! yet so strong!

Beauty is in the clouds, blessed clouds, which have the chance to be near Heavens!

Beauty is in the rain, falling down...touching your face;

Beauty lies in the smell of the earth after a rainy day;

Beauty is when you walk barefeet on wet grass;

Beauty is your tears, crying because you felt the blessings of Allah;

Beauty is "YOU" because you were created by Allah!!

No matter how you look like, you are "special" thus you are beautiful;

Beauty is "ME"...

Because I am your servant Ô Allah!

And sure I need no one else in my life but YOU!

And the most beautiful, over all beauties, is you Allah!

Because you are the Creator of all beauties in this world.