<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:29:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a tear</title><subtitle type='html'>Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600.post-1012788097331641323</id><published>2010-02-09T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:56:10.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/S3HlGiLBrGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tjd2cDtRvhU/s1600-h/news-all.com_3928562"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436378125627927650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/S3HlGiLBrGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tjd2cDtRvhU/s320/news-all.com_3928562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never forget MRS. Hala , my teacher at the third primary school, who praised my fear of school and math . Every time I saw her I feel like looking to a monster . She was as big and tall as the door of the class . She was so morose forever that you may believe that her brows are united and there isn't any gap to separate them . Without her glasses you will never be able to look to her because she always leer to you that you may believe that there is spark breaks out of her eyes . Her voice make you think the war broke the moment she began to talk . Her mouse is stuffed with every type of insults that she will overwhelm you with them if you make her angry . Her hands were like Octupus's arms ; very tall and speed that you can found yourself hung by them at the glimpse of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;MRS. Hala is a tormentor for poor children in her class . I'll never forget the day she sat beyond her desk like an evil corsair to correct the poor children's notes . Suddenly , the war broke out because one poor child didn't finish his homework . She tormented him . She forced the poor child to run in a circle around class desks carrying his heavy bag above his streteched arms like a mad donkey . The poor child was crying and his tears was like a flood and every time he reaches to her desk she hit him roughly with her tall black stick that reminds you by the evil witch's wand . From this dull day her name and picture were curved in my mind with hate and fear like the monster my grandmother frightened me by telling me about it .&lt;br /&gt;Every session of math I feel like going to a battle . I was shivering and puking from fear . She was a nasty nightmare to every student his fate make him know her .&lt;br /&gt;Although she affected me badly but I'm grateful to her beacause she make me decide to be a teacher in the future ; a good teacher who is kind and friendly . She make me decide to learn those whose hearts are black rocks empty from emotions that the teacher should be a friendly mother to her students .&lt;br /&gt;Written by ;&lt;br /&gt;Somaya Mohamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035725577024767600-1012788097331641323?l=tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1012788097331641323/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-never-forget-mrs.html#comment-form' title='1 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/1012788097331641323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/1012788097331641323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-never-forget-mrs.html' title='The monster'/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/S3HlGiLBrGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tjd2cDtRvhU/s72-c/news-all.com_3928562' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600.post-3761487631227639187</id><published>2009-08-11T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:21:44.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SoIYRSyuyjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S_ru2VUPnFw/s1600-h/Ø³ØªØ´Ø±Ù‚+ÙŠÙˆÙ…Ø§.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368880391160515122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SoIYRSyuyjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S_ru2VUPnFw/s320/%D8%B3%D8%AA%D8%B4%D8%B1%D9%82+%D9%8A%D9%88%D9%85%D8%A7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every catastrophe happens in our life is just like an ancient tight closed box which is full of jewelleries . This box may be too difficult to be able open . You also may be injured in your trials but you must afford if you want to get the treasure because nothing is impossible ...&lt;br /&gt;Like this , every catastrophe in our life includes a lot of lessons and profits . We will never make use of them until we taste the bitterness of the catastrophe .&lt;br /&gt;I really believe in what I have mentioned and I will try to over come my sorrows to get the treasure .&lt;br /&gt;SOME OF THE ADVANTAGES OF CATASTROPHES ARE :&lt;br /&gt;First , any catastrophe is a difficult exam which measure our faith if we surpass it successfully we will get God's forgiveness...&lt;br /&gt;Second,in our catastrophes we turn to ask Allah sincerely to eleminate this disaster . We are supposed to pray more and more . We are supposed to take our utmost care lest we gain Allah 's anger.&lt;br /&gt;The third lesson or profit in our catastrophes is that our disaster is the best exam to our friends. Real friends are those who will be beside us in our catastrophe . Ok we may have many shocks when we discover that some of our friends whom we make part of our life ... part of our heart aren't beside us . They deal like anyother people or less ... not true friends at all.&lt;br /&gt;So every catastrophe is a turn point in our life ... , in our faith...., and in our relations.&lt;br /&gt;I Ask Allah to surpass my catastrophes successfully ....&lt;br /&gt;Written by;&lt;br /&gt;Somaya muhammad&lt;br /&gt;9-7-2009&lt;br /&gt;At 4:20 p.m&lt;br /&gt;Puplished ;&lt;br /&gt;12-8-2009&lt;br /&gt;At 4:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035725577024767600-3761487631227639187?l=tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3761487631227639187/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-catastrophe-happens-in-our-life.html#comment-form' title='2 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/3761487631227639187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/3761487631227639187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-catastrophe-happens-in-our-life.html' title='Turn point'/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SoIYRSyuyjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S_ru2VUPnFw/s72-c/%D8%B3%D8%AA%D8%B4%D8%B1%D9%82+%D9%8A%D9%88%D9%85%D8%A7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600.post-9011766560711677451</id><published>2009-03-26T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:09:38.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't forget you ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/ScwM7MA5kEI/AAAAAAAAALc/NnldD3RtFlQ/s1600-h/mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317639470994526274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/ScwM7MA5kEI/AAAAAAAAALc/NnldD3RtFlQ/s320/mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Can't Forget YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter what I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Can't Forget YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hide my tears with a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hide my pains with a laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter what I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Can't Forget YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everytime I hear your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart starts beating fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter what I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Can't Forget YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I sit alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember you with a tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Can't Forget YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035725577024767600-9011766560711677451?l=tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9011766560711677451/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-forget-you-it-has-been-year-no.html#comment-form' title='4 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/9011766560711677451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/9011766560711677451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-forget-you-it-has-been-year-no.html' title='I can&apos;t forget you ...'/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/ScwM7MA5kEI/AAAAAAAAALc/NnldD3RtFlQ/s72-c/mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600.post-6152012188029089957</id><published>2009-02-15T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:48:25.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAMENTATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SZfvWI5GLGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9PPPdtlv_qU/s1600-h/Ø&amp;shy;8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302970249875172450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SZfvWI5GLGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9PPPdtlv_qU/s320/%D8%AD8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes when I face a lot of obstacles , I feel depression and begin to remember all the sorrows in my life and this is because that at this time I really need someone beside me . A true friend who understand me and my feelings . Someone who would never discorn my feelings . Someone who would never think that I'm a pessimistic or sad person . Someone who would relieve my pains and misery . I don't find anyone and so want to make a lamentation . I then feel that life is very miserable and there isn't anything cheerful in it . My brain begin to draw this strange tones very slow and dull which make me see my memories on front of my eyes . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ـ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ـــــــــــ&lt;/span&gt;I really believe that the only remedy is to pray and ask Allah for help , but I'm a human who consequently needs another human to pat on my shoulders , remove my tears , and try to make me calm down. What a pity ! To my great disappointment ; most people forgot the need for affection and kindness . I usually say is it necessary to have a fatal disaster to feel the sentiments of my friends ??? :-((&lt;br /&gt;The answer seems usually to be : yes&lt;br /&gt;So I think that it is my right to go to a dark and empty place and make a lamentation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;By;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Somaya Mohammed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;15-2-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;At ( 12:46) p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035725577024767600-6152012188029089957?l=tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6152012188029089957/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/02/lamentation.html#comment-form' title='3 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/6152012188029089957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/6152012188029089957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/02/lamentation.html' title='LAMENTATION'/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SZfvWI5GLGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9PPPdtlv_qU/s72-c/%D8%AD8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600.post-592174864888455146</id><published>2009-02-01T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:05:18.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SYWPGCbbDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CArRuKo1teI/s1600-h/n773420172_3613660_6915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297797870565133602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SYWPGCbbDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CArRuKo1teI/s320/n773420172_3613660_6915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; So keep hope alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035725577024767600-592174864888455146?l=tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/592174864888455146/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-gets-dark-sometimes-but-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/592174864888455146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/592174864888455146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-gets-dark-sometimes-but-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SYWPGCbbDSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CArRuKo1teI/s72-c/n773420172_3613660_6915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600.post-3799938774526879894</id><published>2009-01-22T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:52:57.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXjp33B9cfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_w1qlFDk8yk/s1600-h/lostlovebycamillathesmirz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294238507848266226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXjp33B9cfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_w1qlFDk8yk/s320/lostlovebycamillathesmirz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day I wrote her name upon the strand ,but came the waves and washed it away... I wrote it with a second hand ,but came the waves and made my pains &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035725577024767600-3799938774526879894?l=tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3799938774526879894/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-day-i-wrote-her-name-upon-strand.html#comment-form' title='4 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/3799938774526879894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/3799938774526879894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-day-i-wrote-her-name-upon-strand.html' title=''/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXjp33B9cfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_w1qlFDk8yk/s72-c/lostlovebycamillathesmirz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600.post-9375359658409068</id><published>2009-01-22T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:41:40.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and friendship Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;L&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXiEtipQSWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qNHY4dSycHY/s1600-h/iloveyoubybntuaeau0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294127279902837090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXiEtipQSWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qNHY4dSycHY/s320/iloveyoubybntuaeau0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SJt8ZzPniaI/AAAAAAAAABI/hoLHAtVipcQ/s1600-h/quotes.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is like war, Easy to begin but hard to end.&lt;br /&gt;~ by Anonymous ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him, live no life.&lt;br /&gt;~ by William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost."&lt;br /&gt;~ By Charles Caleb Colton~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."&lt;br /&gt;~By Anais Nin ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."&lt;br /&gt;~Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you."&lt;br /&gt;~ By Elbert Hubard~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Friends are the most important ingredient in this recipe of life."&lt;br /&gt;~Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Friendship is one mind in two bodies."&lt;br /&gt;~ By Mencius~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"True friendship is never serene."&lt;br /&gt;~ By Mariede Svign~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success."&lt;br /&gt;~By Oscar Wilde~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A circle is round it has no end, that's how long I want to be your friend!"&lt;br /&gt;~By Anonymous ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"True poets don't write Their thoughts with a pen... They release the ink that flows From within their heart."&lt;br /&gt;~ By Anonymous ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you very much for you reading.I will bring more in another time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035725577024767600-9375359658409068?l=tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9375359658409068/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-like-war-easy-to-begin-but-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/9375359658409068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/9375359658409068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-like-war-easy-to-begin-but-hard.html' title='Love and friendship Quotes'/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXiEtipQSWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qNHY4dSycHY/s72-c/iloveyoubybntuaeau0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035725577024767600.post-3088275250332207870</id><published>2009-01-22T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:59:14.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did you go??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXiADAqwxiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mAJ7xrR9RgQ/s1600-h/normal_201983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294122151181338146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXiADAqwxiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mAJ7xrR9RgQ/s320/normal_201983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time,I saw you stand next to me , removing my tears with your affectionate fingers.I smiled,feeling that you are my hope...Then you moved your hand toward my hand and said;" My fingers 'll lock your fingers forever...". I became very happy and said; " O' My wish will come true...". Moving my hand toward your hand; you began to vanish.... I cried; "Don't leave me alone I want you beside me, you promised me ... please...please..."You didn't reply ... Suddenly, I found myself alone and didn't see anything except damness...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           By;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                        Somaya Mohammed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035725577024767600-3088275250332207870?l=tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3088275250332207870/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-did-you-go.html#comment-form' title='2 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/3088275250332207870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035725577024767600/posts/default/3088275250332207870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tani-stop-amoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-did-you-go.html' title='Where did you go??'/><author><name>وحـــــــــــى القلم</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SahPdkla3TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S9tEstEAOP0/S220/%D9%85%D8%B3%D9%84%D9%85%D9%87+2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xLw285CGjVY/SXiADAqwxiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mAJ7xrR9RgQ/s72-c/normal_201983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
