<?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-26374158</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:17:16.414-07:00</updated><category term='hlrwhbep'/><category term='rmzmt'/><title type='text'>The longing poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6306446533189784338</id><published>2010-01-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:09:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My known love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me tell you for once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I find myself in a daze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking of that love which leaves me a blazed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a touch of anger can pervade these walls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The joyous feeling that left behind dictates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the solitude that has been installed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears in my eyes is because I love when you're near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even if your not I'm thankful formeeting you if its not clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes and visualize my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll know I'm sencere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was all your doing whenever you step within my sphere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story is told by that chester cat grin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which shines from ear to ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-6306446533189784338?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6306446533189784338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6306446533189784338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6306446533189784338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6306446533189784338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-known-love.html' title='My known love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-155866810722659100</id><published>2009-12-19T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:50:01.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is misery and happiness,sadness and joy..A tear and a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and however it is , we deserve to live each moment of moments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with love it become happier,and without love whining will live in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pores of moments,then we realize,that there are corners&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deep in our hearts,that are abandoned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as a child in need of his mother love,the same is the spirits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eager for some fingers to wipe from its roads the bitter dust of time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and removes those hidden woes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the heart dreams of arms to hug the long years wounds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hold the exausted body from falling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the eye longing for the coming moment when the dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will crush the clutches of pain and whining..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarek &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20/12/2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-155866810722659100?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/155866810722659100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=155866810722659100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/155866810722659100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/155866810722659100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret-of-life.html' title='The Secret Of Life'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4442960625981964728</id><published>2008-08-12T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:23:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I believe people are three types. There are those who are looking for love, and do not know it. There are those who are looking for love, and know it. And there are those who have found love, and live in it. For many years I was looking for love and did not know it. When I knew I was looking for love, this made the search easier. I believe the more highly we speak of love, the more we motivate ourselves, so long as we believe what we say, to think and feel and behave in a more loving way. The reflections on love are my attempt at speaking highly of love. If we all train ourselves to speak highly of love, would this world of sounds not be music to our ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-4442960625981964728?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4442960625981964728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4442960625981964728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4442960625981964728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4442960625981964728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4034654551495227443</id><published>2008-08-12T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:20:32.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The right to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;It is our right to love all beings. If we are very strong, it will be difficult for anyone to deprive us of this right. If we are weak and have not made a determined commitment to love, then it would indeed be easy to persuade us to give up this right. True love is a priceless gift beyond which there is no other. There are galaxies of love within this very heart of ours, waiting to be discovered. There are flower-fields of love within this very heart of ours, waiting to be discovered. There is a whole universe of love within this very heart of ours, waiting to be discovered.Love is infinite. But we must take all of our hearts and all of our thoughts into that infinity if we wish to truly appreciate it. We must learn never to neglect that infinity of love that is within us.Life is made up of an infinitude of moments. We may as well make them loving moments, and turn ourselves into true lovers.Love needs to express herself in many ways, not just one way. People who limit themselves to expressing love only in this or that way are not allowing love to breathe fully and completely within them. Love needs to be given total liberty to breathe.Love is a queendom having its own dimensions and boundaries. It is a heavenly queendom. You cannot force your way into that queendom any more than you can force someone to love you. All you can do is to work lovingly, work lovingly to create the very conditions that would allow true love to flower.We each have to look for and find the conditions that are ideal for love to flourish within our being. Others can help us. Yet the understanding we reach is an understanding that has to take root deeply within our hearts in order to be so firmly established that it becomes a part and parcel of our being. Then we have to struggle to ensure that the tree of our love is always watered and properly nourished, and to keep our tree of love protected against all possible harm to its being. Having discovered the beauty and magic and magnificence of the tree of our love, it becomes natural for us to seek to protect it as a mother would her only child - to make every sacrifice to ensure that all the other trees of our being do not encroach upon the sacred space of our most sacred tree.When we are tired of loving we are tired of living. If we are young enough or old enough to breathe, we are also old enough or young enough to love.Without love there can be no peace. Without love the doves of peace cannot fly.Love knows no boundaries to her being, because it is the very heart of our universe, a universe which knows no boundaries to her being, neither in time nor space. And love is the glue which sticks this universe together. It is also the essence of the very stuff out of which eternal transformations of beauty arise - for what is the discovery of beauty other than the discovery of new harmonies brought together by love? The greatest miracle is the miracle of awakening. It is the miracle of the heart’s awakening to love.There is always a proper time and place for loving. The time is now and the place is right here where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-4034654551495227443?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4034654551495227443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4034654551495227443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4034654551495227443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4034654551495227443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/right-to-love.html' title='The right to love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1431192212025198656</id><published>2008-08-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:15:56.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Possessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;In order to truly love we need to hold love, at all times, as our most precious possession. The essential cure for every psychological ailment is provided, ultimately, by a loving heart. Every human problem can be transcended when there is a sufficiently deep love between human beings.No man or woman can exist in an island without love and be happy. In order to be a happy island it has to be a loving one.Love has existed long before the first woman or man. Love has existed since the beginningless beginning of the universe and will continue to exist until the endless end of the universe, because love, like the universe, is without beginning or end.Love is a continuum, and the whole object of all true religious and moral teachings is to tap into that continuum: to live with it and through it and by it, and never to live without it. All other conceptions of religion or morality are long out of date.We are beings existing in an inter-transposable world of spirit, as energy, and matter, as mass. One cannot exist without the other. And the best way to order this spirit-matter substance which we are is to hold that subjective state called love in the highest; not forgetting its objective manifestations. That subjective state called love, which spurs us on to a world of exemplary objective actions, is a state which knows more about harmonious order than any other imagined state.True love knows well the science and the art of taking from people their superfluity and giving them a gift more precious than any other: the knowledge that they are beings worthy of true love.What good are our religious institutions if they are bereft of true love? What good are such institutions if they do not teach us how to truly love? If our religious institutions can truly teach us how to truly love, then they are institutions we can never afford to do without - they are as essential as the very breath of life.For us to truly live life, we have to learn how to truly love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-1431192212025198656?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1431192212025198656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1431192212025198656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1431192212025198656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1431192212025198656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/precious-possessions.html' title='Precious Possessions'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1526931455425349840</id><published>2008-08-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:13:45.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Love’s destination, like the Kingdom of Heaven, is an inner destination. We do not necessarily have to travel to China to get to it. It is to be found right here, in a warm embrace with the truth. I am content, today, to be in love with love. Love others as you would wish them to love you. Once we have taken care of our basic necessities, the only virtue or skill that we need is the virtue or skill to love. In the beginning was the word, and the word was love.We will never be truly happy until we learn how to truly love. We will never learn what we are here on this earth to learn until, first of all, we are clear about what we are here to learn. We are here to learn how to truly love. We can only turn the world into a loving place by loving ourselves. We can only turn the world into a loving place by transforming ourselves into lovers. We cannot make people love us by hating them. We can only make them love us by loving them. This is a paraphrasing of the words of an ancient sage and lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-1526931455425349840?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1526931455425349840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1526931455425349840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1526931455425349840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1526931455425349840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-of-love_12.html' title='The spirit of love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-2370105488706116961</id><published>2008-08-11T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:59:09.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;What is God?&lt;br /&gt;We know the traditional answer to that question, yet many of us who are sincerely searching would like to know more.Gods and goddesses, at one level, are an embodiment of our own thoughts and aspirations, given ‘personality’.I wished to follow the path of love. Then I invoked the ‘spirit of love’. But does love have a ‘spirit’? Yes. The ‘spirit of love’ is in the hearts of all those whose desires, thoughts and actions are motivated by true love. The ‘spirit of love’ dwells in all those people and beings. Now the spirit of love is like the wind, going in and out of corridors, blowing through the leaves of trees, across oceans, and so forth. The spirit of love is also beyond the wind, in that it dwells below the wind in the hearts of dolphins and whales and other beings of the sea, and in the hearts of moles and other beings of the land. The spirit of love in that sense is all-pervasive. Of course by invoking the spirit of love I am actually invoking the power of love within you, within me, within all beings throughout the universe.This is the part of ‘God’ the universe which I love most, in the prime of my health and well-being, and even in sickness, because it is the spirit of love which is responsible for my health and well-being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-2370105488706116961?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/2370105488706116961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=2370105488706116961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2370105488706116961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2370105488706116961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-of-love.html' title='The spirit of love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6528797087983751886</id><published>2008-08-11T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:55:21.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The queendom of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;To bring about the Queendom of love we have to start by loving. “It is not through hate that hate is conquered. It is through love. This is a law eternal” said Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha. “You have been told, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I say to you, love your enemies and do good to those that hate you” said the Son of Mary. I can be grateful that, unless I fall ill and die or have an accident and die or am killed or a devilish idea takes hold of my mind and puts it back into the clutches of something less than love - of greed and delusion; of ignorance - I may still have a few more moments upon this earth to learn an art and a science and a practice which I have paid little attention to in the past: the art and science and practice of loving action in daily life. I believe all developments in all of the arts and all of the sciences of human thought are but the expressions of this one art and science and practice - the art and science and daily life practice of loving. There is such a thing, in my mind, as loving too little. But there is no concept of loving too much. It is impossible to love too much, because if I love the whole universe this is not too much at all. Loving too little is due to my partial blindness and inability to fully see the beauty and splendour of love herself. Loving too little is due to seeing that beauty and splendour of love in one form alone - a beautiful woman, for example, whom I may be particularly attached to - and ignoring that beauty and splendour in countless others who pass my way in my daily life.But if I invest in the woman I love my love for the beauty and splendour of love in all people, in all places, in all things, then I invest in her my inmost thoughts and feelings towards that which I hold highest - and I recall in her a manifestation of my love for love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-6528797087983751886?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6528797087983751886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6528797087983751886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6528797087983751886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6528797087983751886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/queendom-of-love.html' title='The queendom of love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8790092215997791647</id><published>2008-08-11T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:52:39.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;We make promises out of either fear or true love. The promises we make out of fear we will break. The promises we make out of true love we keep. It is impossible, if I truly love myself, that I hate any living being, because all hatred is ultimately a reflection of self-hatred, or of rejecting some part of myself .Another word for the capacity to make an effort is stamina. In order to recall magnificent energies to spread love in the world, we need to do the right things that would increase our stamina.Falling in love with life is falling in love with all the manifestations of life. We are the universe in perpetual motion. We should try to be aware of each other , and to love one another, at each moment. We are composed of two universes, the universe within us and the universe around us. Loving both universes is the be all and the end all of life. If we cannot love both universes we are not enjoying life. If we can love both universes we are enjoying life. Without love human life cannot succeed - will not succeed.If some women are more interested in astrology than astronomy, it is because women seek to make their love of the universe more personal. Little was ever accomplished by a man or woman who loved and did not exert an effort to express his or her love in some form or another. To express love is as vital as to feel it within. The mere feeling is but the first step taken on a long and wonderful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-8790092215997791647?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8790092215997791647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8790092215997791647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8790092215997791647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8790092215997791647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/promise-in-love.html' title='A promise in love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8615865086103639310</id><published>2008-03-26T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:51:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh In Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/R-sw00KsxbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Pd1AT3yIdvk/s1600-h/Golden+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182289480134739378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/R-sw00KsxbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Pd1AT3yIdvk/s320/Golden+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Laugh In Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever the sun brightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;above the hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i open my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and with great feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning Dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I say good morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with my heart beating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then words tumble down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from the high summits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;small and shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then grow and grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;such as snow soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;colored and bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the rain arch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How you are far from the eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and close to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever remembering you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laugh like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;running in the fields..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hide my mouth with my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and laugh in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laugh and laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and see your warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;honey colored eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;through shrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;also laughing in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excuse me my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you been waiting for long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The summer dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fill the place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm a lonely daughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it's my duty everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sweeping the house courtyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very soon will be the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for the afternoon tea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the old pine tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the family gathering will take place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They will eat and have fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please be patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we will talk in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait for me after sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the kid will sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and parents will be busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watching the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will see my windows widely open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll tell you all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my wonderful stories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and you'll listen like every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hear without fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you dear beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it not your turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to read your poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and recit your verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and feed my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with the golden love wishes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't know my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how much i'm tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and how iam exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the moon will rise again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the flower will bloom again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;27/3/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-8615865086103639310?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8615865086103639310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8615865086103639310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8615865086103639310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8615865086103639310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/03/laugh-in-silence.html' title='Laugh In Silence'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/R-sw00KsxbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Pd1AT3yIdvk/s72-c/Golden+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8667182195960462698</id><published>2007-10-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:30:53.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hlrwhbep'/><title type='text'>An Intimate Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwsQ5dfQ7zI/AAAAAAAAAME/jFyS97Jkp_Y/s1600-h/procession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119203980791050034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwsQ5dfQ7zI/AAAAAAAAAME/jFyS97Jkp_Y/s320/procession.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Intimate Letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I met you a fierce fire was ignited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A passionate whirlwind that wasn't invited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An overwhelming swell of suppressed emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love and passion has been of epic proportions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although my heart and soul are truly invested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy and insecure thoughts leave us tested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot seem to win or convince even you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That all my words and feelings are so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly destiny has brought us together at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now we must figure out what to do with our past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to see love and happiness on your beautiful face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your supportive protective ways are my saving grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My future may be undoubtedly unclear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hope is that you are always near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you more than my words can ever say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just know it is growing everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;12/2/2007&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/26374158-8667182195960462698?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwsQ5dfQ7zI/AAAAAAAAAME/jFyS97Jkp_Y/s72-c/procession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6168925206283443881</id><published>2007-10-02T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:13:16.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rmzmt'/><title type='text'>Between Two Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwIY4NfQ7xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rTsgrvLPARs/s1600-h/julien4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116679480618839826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwIY4NfQ7xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rTsgrvLPARs/s320/julien4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Between Two Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between us stands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A void in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between two worlds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A world that stands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet, so still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflections on life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears that fall like droplets of rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon a cold, cold ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a heart cries out in lonesome pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved ones close around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torture of a moonless night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when love has flown away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smile upon gentle lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fades into each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun casts a longing shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across a golden sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a breath of life, forever glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Echoes in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dec-2006&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/26374158-6168925206283443881?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6168925206283443881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6168925206283443881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6168925206283443881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvUeNZSHBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWQbQ_Vgx3E/s1600-h/Curiosity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101404618384088082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvUeNZSHBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWQbQ_Vgx3E/s320/Curiosity2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eyes of Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look beyond the eyes of Jade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where smiles die, and innocence fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where pain begins, a dark world starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shattering deep, her jaded heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her cries of help go left unheard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far beyond her jaded world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For somewhere past those eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is Jade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek&lt;br /&gt;2007&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/26374158-6645401397148055393?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6645401397148055393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6645401397148055393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6645401397148055393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6645401397148055393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/08/eyes-of-jade.html' title='Eyes Of Jade'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvUeNZSHBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWQbQ_Vgx3E/s72-c/Curiosity2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4826331106459140053</id><published>2007-08-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:53:58.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvOT9ZSHAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U2XWaw-mMck/s1600-h/-love-of-vampyres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101397845220662274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvOT9ZSHAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U2XWaw-mMck/s320/-love-of-vampyres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair of burnished gold and copper hue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes of summer skies and coming night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind blows hard and shivering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quietly the breath's soft rise and fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your touch against my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It warms and soothes my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is clear if only for this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your body against mine for more than heat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For something unexpressed but present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the coming of the promised rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which washes over us in the chill that's more than cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun that's more than warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sense of rightness un-analyzed and comfortable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A glance which right now holds the world and slips away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like your fleeting caress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like silk against my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soothing and bringing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A glimpse of things to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;8/4/2007&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/26374158-4826331106459140053?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4826331106459140053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-428178832509550527</id><published>2007-07-18T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:49:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nature Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3TcJGjWSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1DSyryx3dEM/s1600-h/earthfae-finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088455634431727906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3TcJGjWSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1DSyryx3dEM/s320/earthfae-finished.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The Nature Of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the thunderous clouds explode in the sky.The rain quietly washes away all my worries,It brings my heart to you.As the pounding waves of the ocean take me to new heights.The water softly touches my skin,It brings my body to you. As the torrid rays of the sun wrap my body in their warmth.The wind gently caresses my entire being,It brings my soul to you.As I feel the world around me,Only the glorious gifts of natureCan compare to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2005&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/26374158-428178832509550527?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/428178832509550527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=428178832509550527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/428178832509550527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/428178832509550527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/07/nature-of-you.html' title='The Nature Of You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3TcJGjWSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1DSyryx3dEM/s72-c/earthfae-finished.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-7659806685600138219</id><published>2007-07-18T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:38:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Qw5GjWRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o38Oj9j4YAQ/s1600-h/saicom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088452692379130130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Qw5GjWRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o38Oj9j4YAQ/s320/saicom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recognition follows, words intended for the heart;rhyme sits in respected silence,dwells as one, one script, one part.Petals closed, brand-new to view, so fresh in innocent witness;come closer, see, unleash the now,circle of splendor, in it's fitness.Quiet, peace, complete concert sways, hear the roar so still;as in this moment, crimson beauty,displays more glory real.In the candor, of the being, all belong, as does this rose;observing the observer, whispering wind,ever growing, no more to close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-7659806685600138219?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/7659806685600138219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=7659806685600138219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7659806685600138219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7659806685600138219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/07/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Qw5GjWRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o38Oj9j4YAQ/s72-c/saicom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5817771809654211531</id><published>2007-07-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:31:25.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3PQZGjWQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HivmaIsdfXM/s1600-h/Tears_in_the_dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088451034521753858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3PQZGjWQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HivmaIsdfXM/s320/Tears_in_the_dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My Heart Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This want of you, ponders my soul,It follows me around, and in my restless nights.It lays heavy in my heart, and in the light of day.My heart aches so, with such pain,That I can't escape.This want for you.This love for you, is a true love,That is simple and true.It stays by my side, on my lonely days.It stays with me in the night,When the world is ever so cold.This love for you.I'm sure somehow, dear, it would be alright,If I had you to give this love to.But as it is, you remain a stranger.So far away from you,So I carry this love for you, with me always.Until one day, you may want my love.This want of you, is pure and simple.This love of you is true and right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2006 &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/26374158-5817771809654211531?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5817771809654211531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5817771809654211531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5817771809654211531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5817771809654211531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-heart-desire.html' title='My Heart Desire'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3PQZGjWQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HivmaIsdfXM/s72-c/Tears_in_the_dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6657322103549590141</id><published>2007-07-18T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:22:00.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Mz5GjWPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GJK58vMvKDE/s1600-h/anycolorep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088448345872226546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Mz5GjWPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GJK58vMvKDE/s320/anycolorep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no way you can see into the future,Or go back and change the past,The only thing you can control,Is how long the pain in you will last .And if you look inside of your heart,There's a world of emotions for you to see And when happiness comes from just being alive You will realize all at once that your heart is free.You can rise up above any sorrows,and just live your life the best you can Believing there are always better tomorrows And loving yourself becomes the plan When you use the power that's in your heart And believe in love no matter the fate Sadness will never invade your mind Your love for life is much too great.Now you can always see reasons to smile As you think about all these wonderful things, You believe in yourself and feel no shame And those are the things that make life worth while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-6657322103549590141?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6657322103549590141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6657322103549590141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6657322103549590141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6657322103549590141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Mz5GjWPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GJK58vMvKDE/s72-c/anycolorep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6109334640183422694</id><published>2007-05-14T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T04:24:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkhGcqu2E8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RK90-sb80Io/s1600-h/izrailkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064375239299175362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkhGcqu2E8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RK90-sb80Io/s320/izrailkl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Write Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me down on your love walls&lt;br /&gt;above the Eyelid of the sun and rains&lt;br /&gt;Write me down on the stons books&lt;br /&gt;on the letters scent..or even&lt;br /&gt;on the flowers nectar.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me down&lt;br /&gt;on the hanging history book&lt;br /&gt;between the scattered lines&lt;br /&gt;on the trembling flower buds&lt;br /&gt;beneath the dew drops,&lt;br /&gt;cause my soul searching&lt;br /&gt;for the holy glass&lt;br /&gt;for the sky desert sand&lt;br /&gt;for the dust soul musk.&lt;br /&gt;Iam the sky from nonexistence.&lt;br /&gt;Iam a soul filled with light,&lt;br /&gt;like the morning wishes filling the peaks.&lt;br /&gt;Iam that voice calling&lt;br /&gt;from the heart of the existence,&lt;br /&gt;lighting up the heart of darkness&lt;br /&gt;a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;Iam the bright lightning&lt;br /&gt;from the dark coulds..&lt;br /&gt;So hear my prayer..&lt;br /&gt;Hear my calling..&lt;br /&gt;Look for the mercy,&lt;br /&gt;cause iam that cross&lt;br /&gt;on which all those who loves&lt;br /&gt;will be crucified&lt;br /&gt;cause iam the good Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;leading my sheeps towards your greenish.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me on a spike,&lt;br /&gt;on the board of wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Write me a cloud&lt;br /&gt;wrapped by the moon wing,&lt;br /&gt;and erase my lines&lt;br /&gt;with the time eraser,&lt;br /&gt;and scatter me among the fog&lt;br /&gt;of the legend love&lt;br /&gt;and shining pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;14/5/2007&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/26374158-6109334640183422694?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6109334640183422694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6109334640183422694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6109334640183422694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6109334640183422694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/write-me.html' title='Write Me'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkhGcqu2E8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RK90-sb80Io/s72-c/izrailkl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5883305398833721037</id><published>2007-05-10T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:26:09.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Considerations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkLWt6u2E7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/r0wW6OwSbAU/s1600-h/sister+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062845015466054578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkLWt6u2E7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/r0wW6OwSbAU/s320/sister+plant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lovely Considerations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very far&lt;br /&gt;very far iam&lt;br /&gt;like a sky lamp&lt;br /&gt;like a poem staggering&lt;br /&gt;in your space..!&lt;br /&gt;Here iam shivering between the letters&lt;br /&gt;sipping what's left in me&lt;br /&gt;from you&lt;br /&gt;following your soul birds&lt;br /&gt;singing it's longing song..!&lt;br /&gt;You always appear in me&lt;br /&gt;and i light up your appearance..!&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is a sea&lt;br /&gt;and iam the water and the sun in it&lt;br /&gt;and the sad clamor&lt;br /&gt;you have my hands nectar&lt;br /&gt;and i discover my flowers&lt;br /&gt;my soul&lt;br /&gt;and my dews..!&lt;br /&gt;I came out from your lungs&lt;br /&gt;as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;raining in your quarter&lt;br /&gt;irrigating your soul gardens..!&lt;br /&gt;Your bloods are stars&lt;br /&gt;carrying my vanes&lt;br /&gt;towards a much splender sky..!&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are two springs&lt;br /&gt;i drink from them every day&lt;br /&gt;and i grant the warm&lt;br /&gt;to all the children of our world..!&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly landed&lt;br /&gt;on your heart&lt;br /&gt;and then learnt the&lt;br /&gt;flying and love..!&lt;br /&gt;Your face is a dream&lt;br /&gt;searching it's keys&lt;br /&gt;in my heart corridors..!&lt;br /&gt;My life trees&lt;br /&gt;blooming in your hands sand&lt;br /&gt;it's fruits belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;and it's roots are for me..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;       10/5/2007&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/26374158-5883305398833721037?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5883305398833721037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5883305398833721037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5883305398833721037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5883305398833721037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/lovely-considerations.html' title='Lovely Considerations'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkLWt6u2E7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/r0wW6OwSbAU/s72-c/sister+plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-2075501299056152558</id><published>2007-05-07T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:04:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj8Vaqu2E5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/y4Wms6K29VM/s1600-h/cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061788054079280018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj8Vaqu2E5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/y4Wms6K29VM/s320/cave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHISPERS OF THE MORNING LIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A whispering wind gently quakes the boughs .The whippoorwills amuse the birds morning;We may only walk through this Eden,Never forsake the bridges that are burning.Into this morning with arms open wide,May we begin to run through the clouds;Swim inside the love we all share,Believe in the stars, moon and sky above.As the words fall through my fingertips,Will the winds bring a change to behold;Still would you be there to stand by meand love me until the tale unfolds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;7/5/2007&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/26374158-2075501299056152558?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/2075501299056152558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=2075501299056152558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2075501299056152558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2075501299056152558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/whispers-of-morning-light-whispering.html' title=''/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj8Vaqu2E5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/y4Wms6K29VM/s72-c/cave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8663673257347022333</id><published>2007-05-06T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T05:08:26.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj3ElKu2E4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f4oIs7P1HWs/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061417699049345922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj3ElKu2E4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f4oIs7P1HWs/s320/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;World Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A world without you is a world without sunshine.A world without you brings tears with the rain.It's a world drained of pleasure, a world in large measure Of anguish and heartache, of sadness and pain. A world without you and I couldn't rememberMoments together that we should have shared The sunrise, the sunset, the bright stars above us;They'd never be ours.....if you were not there. A world without you would leave my heart lonely.A world without you would lose most of its charm.There'd be no reason for loving or living.A world without you and I'd have empty arms.A world without you is a world without laughter.Who could I believe in? Who could I turn to?Where could I go to hide all of my grieving?What in the world could I do....in a world without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;6/5/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-8663673257347022333?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8663673257347022333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8663673257347022333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8663673257347022333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8663673257347022333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/world-without-you.html' title='World Without You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj3ElKu2E4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f4oIs7P1HWs/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5092651924190213514</id><published>2007-05-06T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:35:44.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emigrant Longings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj29PKu2E3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z5qKqUQ1GFc/s1600-h/Empress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061409624510829426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj29PKu2E3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z5qKqUQ1GFc/s320/Empress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Emigrant Longings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me my freedom,&lt;br /&gt;and save the longing wishes..&lt;br /&gt;Raise the love banner&lt;br /&gt;which was lowered&lt;br /&gt;by your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Give me some of my longing,&lt;br /&gt;and prepare for your self&lt;br /&gt;a home in my heart to live,&lt;br /&gt;when you feel the missing&lt;br /&gt;in a world full of last.&lt;br /&gt;Take away my beauty..My being&lt;br /&gt;and the dawn candles&lt;br /&gt;from the light of my life,&lt;br /&gt;so that you can see me&lt;br /&gt;glowing in your sights.&lt;br /&gt;Give me from your vast shadow&lt;br /&gt;one star,&lt;br /&gt;and i will give you all&lt;br /&gt;my moons and sun&lt;br /&gt;and my excitement..My feelings,&lt;br /&gt;cause passion is a combination of flowers&lt;br /&gt;and whisper&lt;br /&gt;from the lips&lt;br /&gt;planted it's smile&lt;br /&gt;in your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;                      6/5/2007&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/26374158-5092651924190213514?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5092651924190213514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5092651924190213514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5092651924190213514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5092651924190213514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/emigrant-longings.html' title='Emigrant Longings'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj29PKu2E3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z5qKqUQ1GFc/s72-c/Empress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-30094985507631463</id><published>2007-04-29T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:45:18.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Won't Love Other Than Me..But I'll Be Your Love Invention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RjSDpKu2E2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QvJBl7lTKyk/s1600-h/belongtogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058813024722621282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RjSDpKu2E2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QvJBl7lTKyk/s320/belongtogether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You Won't Love Other Than Me..&lt;br /&gt;But I'll Be Your Love Invention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to my lonlyness and isolation&lt;br /&gt;let me displaced if it's your wish&lt;br /&gt;but you won't fail in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;and you won't have another lover.&lt;br /&gt;I realized from the begenning,&lt;br /&gt;that you are the only sea gull&lt;br /&gt;who landed without a date at my anchorage.&lt;br /&gt;I want to teach my heart how to forget,&lt;br /&gt;and train my soul the pain and resistance.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone hurt sleepness in happiness.?&lt;br /&gt;And bite the forgotten pain,&lt;br /&gt;or it's just a way to escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;My lady&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;My miss&lt;br /&gt;My sea gull.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be creative in your love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about this love in every drop of my blood,&lt;br /&gt;which march towards my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want you my everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to draw you like a carnation&lt;br /&gt;infront my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I'll creat one statue for you&lt;br /&gt;in my soul throne.&lt;br /&gt;I want you printed on my fingers pores,&lt;br /&gt;i want you cover to my soul..&lt;br /&gt;A sweet breeze blowing with velvet scent,&lt;br /&gt;whenever i face the hard destiny.&lt;br /&gt;I won't deceive you..It's my heart which&lt;br /&gt;deceived me.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me...Go away.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be alone.&lt;br /&gt;A call from my heart deepest side comes in shyness,&lt;br /&gt;get out from my soul..and my vanes..&lt;br /&gt;But you won't fail in love again.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get ride of my suffering.&lt;br /&gt;I want to grant you the chance of how to forget.&lt;br /&gt;I never said you don't deserve to love,&lt;br /&gt;or even you know nothing about love.&lt;br /&gt;It was the choice of separation.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself for consolation..&lt;br /&gt;Be ready for departure..A departure that does not carry&lt;br /&gt;a goodbye card.&lt;br /&gt;Change your number..your address,&lt;br /&gt;but i won't change my heart address.&lt;br /&gt;Go to wherever you wish,&lt;br /&gt;but don't fail in love again..&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye soul sea gull,&lt;br /&gt;but without&lt;br /&gt;a goodbye card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;29/4/2007 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-30094985507631463?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/30094985507631463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=30094985507631463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/30094985507631463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/30094985507631463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-wont-love-other-than-mebut-ill-be.html' title='You Won&apos;t Love Other Than Me..But I&apos;ll Be Your Love Invention'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RjSDpKu2E2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QvJBl7lTKyk/s72-c/belongtogether.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5596830267961006707</id><published>2007-04-17T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T05:44:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Of An Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiTA1HLukjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vweORT60pXA/s1600-h/angel104kb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054376700510376498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiTA1HLukjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vweORT60pXA/s320/angel104kb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Eyes of an Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in a serene, calm, and peaceful place.I felt warm sunlight touching me as an animal emerging from darkness.Is it that my eyes decive me?There was meadows of green luscious grass and flowres with the most hypnotizing scent.In the distance I saw light, but it shined brighter than any diamond and with the feel of silk on rough skin.As I approached, I felt golden rays energizing my week, and powerless body.Could it be an angel? My god it was an angel.She had the skin as white as snowflakes and eyes as blue as the heavens itself.Her wings were glazed with feathers of the soul. When she spoke it was like music that was being heard to deaf ears. Then she spoke.Her words were, one is not supposed to be here. Suddenly I awoke with a killing pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;17/4/2007&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/26374158-5596830267961006707?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5596830267961006707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5596830267961006707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5596830267961006707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5596830267961006707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/eyes-of-angel.html' title='The Eyes Of An Angel'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiTA1HLukjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vweORT60pXA/s72-c/angel104kb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-2544791297758592814</id><published>2007-04-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:20:39.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiL42XLukhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1CsUtQF-6PI/s1600-h/The-last-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053875344682947090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiL42XLukhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1CsUtQF-6PI/s320/The-last-angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When morning penetrates through my window, and i long to your eyes meadow i wear my wings, and i take the chance towards the impossible. And whenever the desperate walls becomes more closer,and the evening rains with sadness, i return to your eyes books to read there the verses of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;16/4/2007&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/26374158-2544791297758592814?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/2544791297758592814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=2544791297758592814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2544791297758592814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2544791297758592814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiL42XLukhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1CsUtQF-6PI/s72-c/The-last-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-9188752315542370713</id><published>2007-04-11T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T02:13:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhymQnLukgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/etxHx096eTg/s1600-h/Harmony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052095686329143810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhymQnLukgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/etxHx096eTg/s320/Harmony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So light, I am in flight Hands free... roamin' around...Passing through frames of time,What you are to do, I sense it too And you are to say, "Are you okay?"My eyes are closed...That's what it does, in order to see.What I feel... you can't What I think... you do I am you, but you can never be me Until you, just like me...Go through the pain of being set free.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;26/8/2006&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/26374158-9188752315542370713?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/9188752315542370713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=9188752315542370713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/9188752315542370713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/9188752315542370713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/soul.html' title='Soul'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhymQnLukgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/etxHx096eTg/s72-c/Harmony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1743885076074131990</id><published>2007-04-11T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T02:00:17.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rhyix3LukfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4vwp7RsHP3Q/s1600-h/carla_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052091859513283058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rhyix3LukfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4vwp7RsHP3Q/s320/carla_angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Those of us who cannot verbalize the emotions we feel Speak the words in written form.I have so much to say But difficulty comes in speaking the words.When I write my heart speaks the words my lips cannot,It's like a dam giving wayTo all that I feel Comes rushing forth.Sometimes it's light and carefree,Other times it's so deep and painful.So please forgive me when I stumble on the spoken word,If it's true that the eyes are the window to the heart,Then you can see all that I feel And feel all that I love..&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;27/8/2006&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/26374158-1743885076074131990?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1743885076074131990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1743885076074131990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1743885076074131990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1743885076074131990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-words.html' title='My Words'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rhyix3LukfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4vwp7RsHP3Q/s72-c/carla_angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-999024336531652361</id><published>2007-04-11T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:50:23.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhyglHLukeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DD-9sOcJLI8/s1600-h/Come+to+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052089441446695394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhyglHLukeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DD-9sOcJLI8/s320/Come+to+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Soul Remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From where I came,This soul of mine,Perhaps forgotten,Lost in time,Yet to dream,of heaven''s door.Only to pray,Lord, I''m searching for more.Trying to remember,Least I forget.Past lives, past loves,memories yet.So, behind every tree,Near every brook.I''ve laid my soul,Like an open book.For all to read,Know how I feel.This life I hold dear,Is this really real.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5/12/2006&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/26374158-999024336531652361?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/999024336531652361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=999024336531652361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/999024336531652361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/999024336531652361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/soul-remembered.html' title='Soul Remembered'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhyglHLukeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DD-9sOcJLI8/s72-c/Come+to+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4839120547080894503</id><published>2007-04-11T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:32:38.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Ever Look At The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhycOXLukdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3aLpO1vknLA/s1600-h/unreal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052084652558160338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhycOXLukdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3aLpO1vknLA/s320/unreal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Do You Ever Look At The Sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you ever look at the sky? What do you see?Do you see the sun rising at the far horizon Filling the sky with intense light and color?Do you feel its warmth, its life giving energy?Do you see the dense clouds covering the blue?Do you see the gray sky and the wet falling rain?Do you see the gloom or its life giving power?Do you see a rainbow in its enchanting colors Encircling the earth in a real aura of glory?Tying us all together in a ring of true love?Do you see the darkness, the blackness of the night?Or the myriads of bright, twinkling little stars?Do you see the infinite immensity of the universe?Do you see your spirit deep, very deep within Filled with energy, power, and infinite love?Do you see in your spirit the meaning of it all?Do you ever look at the sky? What do you see?Do you have a glimpse, just a glimpse of eternity?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;    Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;4/10/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&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/26374158-4839120547080894503?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4839120547080894503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4839120547080894503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4839120547080894503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4839120547080894503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-ever-look-at-sky.html' title='Do You Ever Look At The Sky'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhycOXLukdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3aLpO1vknLA/s72-c/unreal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-94309300093632771</id><published>2007-04-08T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T03:51:56.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soul Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhjHjDQyuUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/73uPA8lIRZQ/s1600-h/roseof_theworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051006387081099586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhjHjDQyuUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/73uPA8lIRZQ/s320/roseof_theworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Soul Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she took me for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ride in her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;royal chariot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;illuminating the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darkness of the town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as if awakening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dream with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rose of the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one hand in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;milk of the arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and another in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;proclaiming love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;driving the world mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she guides the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;galaxy boasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of her adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surpassing the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guardians of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; countries and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;borders of regions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was the companion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the Queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while bequeathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rose of slumber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;upon the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;8/4/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-94309300093632771?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/94309300093632771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=94309300093632771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/94309300093632771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/94309300093632771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/soul-queen.html' title='The Soul Queen'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhjHjDQyuUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/73uPA8lIRZQ/s72-c/roseof_theworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8473076251937210173</id><published>2007-04-08T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T03:38:44.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhjEJjQyuTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2c98tzKqziQ/s1600-h/tarekanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051002650459552050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhjEJjQyuTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2c98tzKqziQ/s320/tarekanos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Naked Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She saw my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Leave your shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the breeze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reveal wandering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ascending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;towards the bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of interpretation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going naked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;away from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;8/4/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-8473076251937210173?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8473076251937210173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8473076251937210173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8473076251937210173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8473076251937210173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/naked-soul.html' title='Naked Soul'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhjEJjQyuTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2c98tzKqziQ/s72-c/tarekanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-3209298114597745263</id><published>2007-04-08T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T03:19:23.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rhi_MjQyuSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nRt2ZoPoFIs/s1600-h/fallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050997204441020706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rhi_MjQyuSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nRt2ZoPoFIs/s320/fallen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Only You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stopped me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passionately saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I only appear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i ascend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a throne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i stand by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing but justice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i reveal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;myself to nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but to a lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i bear witness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to nothing but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i go nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i read &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your verse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dress &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for nobody &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;undress but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i do not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rejoice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but your text&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in no bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keeps me warm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intoxicates me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but your wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your nectar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nobody can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make my butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not a soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;possesses me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acquires me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but only you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;8/4/2007&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/26374158-3209298114597745263?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/3209298114597745263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=3209298114597745263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/3209298114597745263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/3209298114597745263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rhi_MjQyuSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nRt2ZoPoFIs/s72-c/fallen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1808251774346037570</id><published>2007-03-28T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T04:36:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgpSv9hQeuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GXFdzF7bAsc/s1600-h/tarekanus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046937316343446242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgpSv9hQeuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GXFdzF7bAsc/s320/tarekanus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Simple Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam an illitrate man ,not seduced by the reading details, not seduced by the shining dresses. so put off your lights please, cause iam blind and can't distinguish between water and stone.Teach me how to swim, or be my savior,cause i don't have arms..I don't have legs.I don't have a toung to say the word" save me ",when the destiny time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;28/3/2007&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/26374158-1808251774346037570?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1808251774346037570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1808251774346037570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1808251774346037570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1808251774346037570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/simple-man.html' title='Simple Man'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgpSv9hQeuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GXFdzF7bAsc/s72-c/tarekanus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1928620089750764855</id><published>2007-03-28T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T02:41:52.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rgo3w9hQetI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jppPU6qt6ZA/s1600-h/island+magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046907646709365458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rgo3w9hQetI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jppPU6qt6ZA/s320/island+magic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passion Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Moving so slowly, feeling that touch Hands touching hands, knowing just as much As passion's heat lingers, dawning as one Feeling the pleasure that now has begun.Held in the beauty, our moments embrace Lost in the magic smile on her faceWincing with pleasure, calling my name Letting the loving all out in vain.And seeing our lasting, effective release Knowing for the moment that we are pleased,Then letting our breathing calm down in timeHolding her body still one with mine.And I love that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;28/3/2007&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/26374158-1928620089750764855?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1928620089750764855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1928620089750764855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1928620089750764855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1928620089750764855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/passion-play.html' title='Passion Play'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rgo3w9hQetI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jppPU6qt6ZA/s72-c/island+magic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5939525791923600089</id><published>2007-03-28T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T02:30:35.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rgo06NhQesI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IvwDOe1GoM4/s1600-h/flowerbeneath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046904507088272066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rgo06NhQesI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IvwDOe1GoM4/s320/flowerbeneath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wonderful moment, golden day So unexpected, she's here todayI will be lazy, as I am amazed. So beautiful.Gentle season, Winter wanes Watching so closely, but no sign of rain,I know the reason my thoughts won't let go. She's so beautiful.There are times in my lifetime, when I sometimes get A feeling, I have known before, dawning as yet Telling me there's work to do, with our sacred eyes To create a new day.Magical feeling, expressions embraced Hugging that moment, smile on her face I will be helpless, and I will be strong. So beautiful.Now, the times that I'm near her, I suddenly find My heart is running over me, effecting my mind Making me see again my naked soul,And things I've let go. She's so beautiful.Wanting some movement, and wishing to stay Seeing her power on me, she holds todayI will be hopeful, as I am afraid. So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;28/3/2007&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/26374158-5939525791923600089?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5939525791923600089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5939525791923600089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5939525791923600089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5939525791923600089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-beautiful.html' title='So Beautiful'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rgo06NhQesI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IvwDOe1GoM4/s72-c/flowerbeneath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6126789117309626364</id><published>2007-03-22T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:32:00.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIwWwqwSeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/60SQtJLQlms/s1600-h/autumns_dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044647700187859426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIwWwqwSeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/60SQtJLQlms/s320/autumns_dust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Autumn Leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Autumn arrives and all leaves fall,Leaving bare brown branches,Covering the paths all the way,With leaves so colorful,Crunch, crunch, crunch,From beneath the feet,Breaking the stony silence,As the echoes bounce back,Rakes found everywhere,Scratching the grounds,Trying to clear the way,Dumping the dusty leaves,Winds blowing briskly,Through the wild woods,Through the branches,Through the leaves,Completeing the look of fall,Applying finishing touches,To the unique beauty,Of the unique season.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                28/6/2006&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/26374158-6126789117309626364?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6126789117309626364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6126789117309626364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6126789117309626364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6126789117309626364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/autumn-leaves.html' title='Autumn Leaves'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIwWwqwSeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/60SQtJLQlms/s72-c/autumns_dust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-2867522609152692177</id><published>2007-03-21T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:03:58.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heaven Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIpLQqwSdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9UlCU93iPjg/s1600-h/froof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044639806037969362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIpLQqwSdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9UlCU93iPjg/s320/froof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Heavens Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I stand here and watch the stars shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; upon me from the heavenly sky ,so very bright,the beauty and the peace is such a comforting sight.It feels like the stars are circling around me; even though they are so far.I feel and see the beauty as it surrounds my heart and comforts my soul;And all this and more makes life seem less cold.Oh how the moon shines and brightens the heavenly sky;the lovely sight of the heavens above; can not be denied.The sweetness I feel down deep inside,makes me feel so alive; asI look upon the sight that is so beautiful to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;      28/8/2006&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/26374158-2867522609152692177?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/2867522609152692177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=2867522609152692177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2867522609152692177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2867522609152692177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/heaven-above.html' title='The Heaven Above'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIpLQqwSdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9UlCU93iPjg/s72-c/froof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-9059045270377019702</id><published>2007-03-21T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:47:51.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIl8gqwScI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NlycMPbP3nc/s1600-h/sea+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044636254100015554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIl8gqwScI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NlycMPbP3nc/s320/sea+woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In your eyes I see a love that burns eternally.A glowing fire that burns so brightly.In your voice I hear the love that makes myHeart beat so rapidly.In your smile I see a happiness that you and I can have. A kindness you've given me so lovingly.In your wisdom Ive learned that love can break so easily,Thats why I give my love to you so faithfully.In ur eyes in your voice In your smile in your wisdom,Ive felt something within me. A love that burns in my soul,So passionately...&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;                28  /sep/2006&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/26374158-9059045270377019702?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/9059045270377019702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=9059045270377019702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/9059045270377019702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/9059045270377019702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-your-eyes-in-your-eyes-i-see-love.html' title=''/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIl8gqwScI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NlycMPbP3nc/s72-c/sea+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1256150747517870381</id><published>2007-03-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:34:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea And Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIi1wqwSbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bUxREoDsusk/s1600-h/raveneyesoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044632839601015218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIi1wqwSbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bUxREoDsusk/s320/raveneyesoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Sea And Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As I watch the waves ripple,Ever slowly upon the shore,Never could I want For anything more.For to gaze upon the beauty of the mysterious sea Shall always be plenty To satisfy me. And when the moon shines full Across the waters at night,I thank the Lord graciously for such a wondrous sight.Then I ask Him with sincerity,on the day my heart should stop,Release my soul into the ocean,let me become...One tiny drop.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;           19/7/2006&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/26374158-1256150747517870381?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1256150747517870381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1256150747517870381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1256150747517870381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1256150747517870381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/sea-and-me.html' title='The Sea And Me'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RgIi1wqwSbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bUxREoDsusk/s72-c/raveneyesoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8899478581695671194</id><published>2007-03-11T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:50:37.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfPCHVJ8t6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-p8p6zhY4vo/s1600-h/whispers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040585839151462306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfPCHVJ8t6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-p8p6zhY4vo/s320/whispers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"I love you," whispered raindrops Sliding down the tree trunk to the ground"I love you," answered the soil soaking them to thirsty roots"I love you," hummed the stream frolicking with pebbles, shaping the banks"I love you," painted in circles willows touching the surface with their green hair."I love you," foamed the ocean playing its power-game with waves and sand."I love you," fluttered the autumn leaf joining the colorful carpet on the grass."I love you," stated the night wrapping the tired world with star-dotted cloak."I love you," echoed through all universe, As God held it close to His loving heart.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;                              4/7/2006&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/26374158-8899478581695671194?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8899478581695671194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8899478581695671194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8899478581695671194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8899478581695671194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfPCHVJ8t6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-p8p6zhY4vo/s72-c/whispers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6449120095530488436</id><published>2007-03-10T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:12:39.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Love Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOq-1J8t5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QgQ6nKKF9co/s1600-h/spring+rosy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040560404355135378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOq-1J8t5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QgQ6nKKF9co/s320/spring+rosy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I Just Love Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She wasted her tears,For the best she could do.She is a necklace glittering with diamonds,make her inside look gorgeous just by it's light. I love herA glossary of my life,That describes me who I am. She showed me the path, and gave me freedom.I am here because of her. I love herEyes that say so much, Heart that gives so much, Mind that thinks so much, Hands that work so much.I would never forget. I love her. Her portrait in my eyes would pretend, an angel in a sky, looking for some peace. A gift from God to all of my being,I LOVE MY sweetheart, I JUST LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;  Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;          14/12/2006&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/26374158-6449120095530488436?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6449120095530488436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6449120095530488436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6449120095530488436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6449120095530488436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-love-her.html' title='I Just Love Her'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOq-1J8t5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QgQ6nKKF9co/s72-c/spring+rosy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4721981040191935002</id><published>2007-03-10T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:57:24.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOoAlJ8t4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Fx-m7jL79_k/s1600-h/cloudangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040557135885023106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOoAlJ8t4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Fx-m7jL79_k/s320/cloudangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Think Of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me as a small child,One with innocence, not that wild.A child that needs constant attention,With lots of love and affection.Think of me just like a little boy,Give my heart a gentle whirl.Boys are made of sugar -n- spice,Which means I like everything nice.Think of me also as a man,Who truly loves his woman.And needs her beside him in bed,To love him unconditionaly when all is said.Think of me as a person,With a big heart.If you want to share this heart,I can be a loving, caring, devoted person,Someone who gives his heart and soul for you.So please think of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;6/3/2006&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/26374158-4721981040191935002?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4721981040191935002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4721981040191935002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4721981040191935002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4721981040191935002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/think-of-me.html' title='Think Of Me'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOoAlJ8t4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Fx-m7jL79_k/s72-c/cloudangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8966909544584468741</id><published>2007-03-10T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:03:03.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOMfVJ8t1I/AAAAAAAAADg/96WlPIEU_Go/s1600-h/Elven_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040526877840422738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOMfVJ8t1I/AAAAAAAAADg/96WlPIEU_Go/s320/Elven_snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beautiful Sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On my awakening,I smell the freshness of some beautiful sound birds.I suddenly ask myself, if it is the beginning of the new world,And the beautiful sound birds whistle and whistle through my window.By then I realize that indeed, it is the coming of the new world. I whistle with them, as if I were a bird myself.I feel completely in heaven Because their whistles teach me that there is hope and challenges soon to knock on our doors. Hope for us who are in need,Challenges for those who are in darkness. After all We all are looking for a way out, A way to discover the unknown .The unknown that has left us in dark.The dark that fails us allTherefore, now is the time. The time to come together, the time to be a part of the circle.The circle that is full of joy, Also the circle that once and for all Will lead us to the light.The light we have been looking for through the beginning of our existence. So indeed, now is truly the golden time, For us to be as oneIn other words, to be a part of the beautiful bird sounds.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;      14/12 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-8966909544584468741?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8966909544584468741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8966909544584468741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8966909544584468741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8966909544584468741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-sounds.html' title='Beautiful Sounds'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOMfVJ8t1I/AAAAAAAAADg/96WlPIEU_Go/s72-c/Elven_snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1459381733830166278</id><published>2007-03-10T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:42:35.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaves Dance In The Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOIUFJ8t0I/AAAAAAAAADY/XB7brJ65GMY/s1600-h/shorea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040522286520383298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOIUFJ8t0I/AAAAAAAAADY/XB7brJ65GMY/s320/shorea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The leaves dance in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crouches in the corner,And holds herself tight.The leaves dance in the wind,On a cold and sleepless night.Her eyes hold no more tears,They took those away.She doesn't miss her dolls,She's broken every day.The moon shines on her face,Her life, for all, to see.A beautiful, innocent child,Sold into slavery.She doesn't know the world outside,Doesn't know the light of day.Her innocence, sold at night,Sells her life away.Her eyes close to the world,Indifferent to her plight.And the leaves dance in the wind,On a cold and sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;   22/6/2006&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/26374158-1459381733830166278?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1459381733830166278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1459381733830166278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1459381733830166278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1459381733830166278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/leaves-dance-in-wind_10.html' title='The Leaves Dance In The Wind'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RfOIUFJ8t0I/AAAAAAAAADY/XB7brJ65GMY/s72-c/shorea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4316876554896876648</id><published>2007-03-07T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:33:59.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-tuR3oSRI/AAAAAAAAACs/79V68k9aJzA/s1600-h/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039437518633191698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-tuR3oSRI/AAAAAAAAACs/79V68k9aJzA/s320/shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Heartfelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My heart has been captured,My soul has been set free. I'm surrounded by the wonder Of the love you share with me;With every tender touchYou caress away my fears.Every soothing word Gently wipes away my tears;With me you bring such harmony In this world of disarray In a word, you are the 'wonder'That guides my every day;My life is so much better To know you're near to me,My tomorrow's, so much brighter Than ever they might be.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;          Aug-2006&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/26374158-4316876554896876648?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4316876554896876648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4316876554896876648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4316876554896876648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4316876554896876648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/heartfelt.html' title='Heartfelt'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-tuR3oSRI/AAAAAAAAACs/79V68k9aJzA/s72-c/shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-7963182895992154382</id><published>2007-03-07T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:20:05.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-pnB3oSQI/AAAAAAAAACk/CUctXzZejBo/s1600-h/leaf+in+the+wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039432996032628994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-pnB3oSQI/AAAAAAAAACk/CUctXzZejBo/s320/leaf+in+the+wind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wind of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As the stars twinkle in a midnight sky,And the moon sparkles and clouds roll by,A wondrous feeling is blown about,One that makes you want to shout,And scream, and laugh, and roll around,Within the breeze you consciously drown,You feel the warmth and the love,A love nothing can rise above.You feel such comfort and little grief As you sit and absorb the peace,While breathing in the love it bares,It wipes away all your cares,And fills your heart with joy and laughter,A love to hold forever after.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;         oct-2006&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/26374158-7963182895992154382?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/7963182895992154382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=7963182895992154382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7963182895992154382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7963182895992154382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/wind-of-love-as-stars-twinkle-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-pnB3oSQI/AAAAAAAAACk/CUctXzZejBo/s72-c/leaf+in+the+wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-7546186151616357892</id><published>2007-03-07T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:05:28.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-nBx3oSPI/AAAAAAAAACc/u5K7AwvhDK0/s1600-h/caewlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039430157059246322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-nBx3oSPI/AAAAAAAAACc/u5K7AwvhDK0/s320/caewlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Wonder Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have shown me a world of bright colors,When mine was black and white,And taken me from the darkness Into a world that's full of light.To me you gave the power,To toss away my fearAnd understood the meaning Of all that. I hold dear Without you here beside me,To share my every day Without your love to guide meI would surely fade away.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aug-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-7546186151616357892?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/7546186151616357892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=7546186151616357892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7546186151616357892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7546186151616357892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/wonder-of-you.html' title='The Wonder Of You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re-nBx3oSPI/AAAAAAAAACc/u5K7AwvhDK0/s72-c/caewlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1177167180223514523</id><published>2007-03-06T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:25:08.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0yNZZJY2I/AAAAAAAAACU/qIxZ5TXmQiQ/s1600-h/brittany_angel_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038738763833500514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0yNZZJY2I/AAAAAAAAACU/qIxZ5TXmQiQ/s320/brittany_angel_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dream Of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In the darkness dream of me,Dream of me in the light.Dream a dream of exstacy,Surrounded by sheer delight,Dream of a passion,Born countless of ages ago.Then dream of untainted bliss,That few have the pleasure to know.Dream of birds singing Of gazalles dancing a graceful slide.Then and only then Can you fathom what I feel inside.All the dreams I have And all the dreams I see Are dreams of only you , So my love please Dream of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;6/3/2007&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/26374158-1177167180223514523?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1177167180223514523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1177167180223514523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1177167180223514523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1177167180223514523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/dream-of-me-in-darkness-dream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0yNZZJY2I/AAAAAAAAACU/qIxZ5TXmQiQ/s72-c/brittany_angel_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5754346122374770762</id><published>2007-03-06T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:17:47.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0jWZZJY1I/AAAAAAAAACM/hE5hdvyVsjQ/s1600-h/misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038722425777906514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0jWZZJY1I/AAAAAAAAACM/hE5hdvyVsjQ/s320/misty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Twin of my soul,Dreamer of my dreams,My best friend and companionThrough all of life's journeys,Thank you for all that you are.My strength and my succor,My warmth and my shelter,My guide and my mentor,My friend and my love,Always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;6/3/2007&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/26374158-5754346122374770762?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5754346122374770762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5754346122374770762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5754346122374770762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5754346122374770762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0jWZZJY1I/AAAAAAAAACM/hE5hdvyVsjQ/s72-c/misty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-3458765747093291711</id><published>2007-03-05T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:54:46.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0dvZZJYzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0vV33hJfrXc/s1600-h/dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038716258204869426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0dvZZJYzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0vV33hJfrXc/s320/dreaming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every night when I lay down and close my eyes,It's your face and your voice that's in my dreams.In my sleep I live my life to it's fullest,My body yearns for you constantly.I thrive on feeling your loving touch against my skin,I live each day on the night's dream before.In my head and in my heart I dream of you loving me,In my dreams I can feel you loving me.I can taste your skin on my lips as I kiss you,And feel the pressure of you against as I hold you close.This endless desire for you runs so deep,I felt it from you, felt it from me..It was in your eyes,and my eyes, I heard it in your voice,I felt it in your touch, I know it was in your heart..and my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;6/3/2007&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/26374158-3458765747093291711?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/3458765747093291711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=3458765747093291711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/3458765747093291711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/3458765747093291711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreams-of-you.html' title='Dreams Of You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Re0dvZZJYzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0vV33hJfrXc/s72-c/dreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6552215227627876404</id><published>2007-02-21T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:50:42.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If 6 were 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwjGAnd9_I/AAAAAAAAABs/uEhnlI5o1YU/s1600-h/lovers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033937069645101042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwjGAnd9_I/AAAAAAAAABs/uEhnlI5o1YU/s320/lovers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If 6 were 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If 6 were 9, maybe you and I Would be 1 complete and powerfully unique Soul,Instead of 2 lost and searching Lovers. . .Yearning for a warm heart and loving arms.If the world were mine I'd take the glitter inYour eyesAnd scatter it across the midnight sky.The breeze would carry the scent of Your loveAnd the raindrops the sweet caramel of Your lips. If life were a dream I'd make youMy King, and we'd live without worry or fear.And the definition of love would be We, you and I. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;21/02/2007&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/26374158-6552215227627876404?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6552215227627876404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6552215227627876404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6552215227627876404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6552215227627876404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-6-were-9.html' title='If 6 were 9'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwjGAnd9_I/AAAAAAAAABs/uEhnlI5o1YU/s72-c/lovers3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-7278291368503314140</id><published>2007-02-21T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:40:35.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwhMwnd9-I/AAAAAAAAABg/pEHBo49S1hM/s1600-h/gina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033934986585962466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwhMwnd9-I/AAAAAAAAABg/pEHBo49S1hM/s320/gina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I walk alone in the dark,And yet the light still haunts me;You don't protect me.My voice may be mute,But the screams inside me are piercing;You don't hear.The pain is to much to endure,Fallen tears lie at my feet;You don't see.I'm not fit to live,But not ready to die;You don't care.Am I invisible,Or are you just blind?You don't know.You'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;21/02/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-7278291368503314140?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/7278291368503314140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=7278291368503314140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7278291368503314140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7278291368503314140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwhMwnd9-I/AAAAAAAAABg/pEHBo49S1hM/s72-c/gina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6988662977963549661</id><published>2007-02-21T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:28:43.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdweYQnd99I/AAAAAAAAABU/FyOsNa8frUk/s1600-h/flare2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033931885619574738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdweYQnd99I/AAAAAAAAABU/FyOsNa8frUk/s320/flare2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Second Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are the tick that precedes my tock, Your love moves my spirit Like the second hand on the clock.Working sixty times harder than any other moving hand,Yet holding its rhythm Like a drummer in a band.Always overlooked when asked Do you have the time?Never recognized for its efforts When the alarm clock chimes.Is the second hand worth the Assembling of its parts?Is it needed to give life...a new start?Receiving all the attention when, We lose our spark.For the second hand is the only hand, That moves with the rhythm of your heart.When was the last time you looked at the Second Hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;21/02/2007&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/26374158-6988662977963549661?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6988662977963549661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6988662977963549661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6988662977963549661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6988662977963549661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/second-hand.html' title='Second Hand'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdweYQnd99I/AAAAAAAAABU/FyOsNa8frUk/s72-c/flare2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1500354613814076177</id><published>2007-02-21T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:20:47.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rdwcmgnd98I/AAAAAAAAABI/bSdpHlMIFVc/s1600-h/winterfairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033929931409455042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rdwcmgnd98I/AAAAAAAAABI/bSdpHlMIFVc/s320/winterfairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face unaware of pain,That's the way I may appear.With no obstacles to overcome,And a path that's always clear.Behind a mask is where I hide;So you cannot see my eyes.For they are the windows to my soul,Which is where it's safe to cry.What the mirror has discovered,My disguise cannot hide.It knows I fear the shadows,And the pain that's stored inside.As I look to the glass,Tears cloud my eyes.I am shown the truth within me;And the mirror never lies.Through the eyes of the blind,In a world of deaf ears,The reflection in the mirror,Is the object of my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;21/2/2007&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/26374158-1500354613814076177?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1500354613814076177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1500354613814076177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1500354613814076177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1500354613814076177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/mirror.html' title='The Mirror'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rdwcmgnd98I/AAAAAAAAABI/bSdpHlMIFVc/s72-c/winterfairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1755517879645184604</id><published>2007-02-21T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:07:21.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwZEQnd97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FKxNIjKyOCI/s1600-h/Lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033926044464052146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwZEQnd97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FKxNIjKyOCI/s320/Lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With beauty so remarkable. And strength pure and clear, Her spirit is a work of art ,Yet her face is stained with tears.From the world she can conceal, But no matter how hard she tries, Her soul still rains with tears,That will never reach her eyes. For her radiance may be great, But for those who want her dear,Thorns will tear their flesh, As desire evolves into fear. And to her unique elegance, Her beauty cannot compare,But to discover the truth inside ,Others would not dare ,And so this priceless treasure Will forever remain unclaimed, Until we respect the thorns, Or hands cease to be maimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;21/2/2007&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/26374158-1755517879645184604?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1755517879645184604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1755517879645184604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1755517879645184604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1755517879645184604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdwZEQnd97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FKxNIjKyOCI/s72-c/Lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4754935464051060903</id><published>2007-02-14T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:42:25.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be-Loved in City Of Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLKRgnd96I/AAAAAAAAAAw/h7XUg8SzTTY/s1600-h/tarekan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031306135888328610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLKRgnd96I/AAAAAAAAAAw/h7XUg8SzTTY/s320/tarekan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Be-loved in our city of souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sun catches you in a glimpse of a water drop flash light fades away with you as a runaway, castaway down somewhere away-anywhere between your touch and a glimpse of your thoughts and words,tape my heart chain my eyes copy my feelings and paste them on your breakfast plate,beat me with your eyes,freeze me with your words,yet my heart will remain burning,whenever my eyes will be turning to you .there is nothing that takes you away just moving closer under your veil eyes showing a shadow play in the city of grey ,making taking breaking without even saying when turning see of troubles into sea of love just by one touchThat's true match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;2007&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/26374158-4754935464051060903?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4754935464051060903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4754935464051060903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4754935464051060903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4754935464051060903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-loved-in-city-of-souls.html' title='Be-Loved in City Of Souls'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLKRgnd96I/AAAAAAAAAAw/h7XUg8SzTTY/s72-c/tarekan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4461704452297075446</id><published>2007-02-14T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:34:21.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLIdQnd95I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_ZE83ySlt6U/s1600-h/morningglow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031304138728535954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLIdQnd95I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_ZE83ySlt6U/s320/morningglow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Morning glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;False face faces my morning chores,runaway water splashes all silence ,love is lost, love is wrapped in our everyday words and smiles ,days chained in the slips of papers in string of eyesight sand desperate feelings of someone's smile behind between you and wall of glass yours for a weekend was a particle of me,walls against walls,move stroken by move, simple smile chasing the lane with words lost in the air and secrets hidden in the windows of glass still missing your smile for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;2007&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/26374158-4461704452297075446?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4461704452297075446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4461704452297075446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4461704452297075446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4461704452297075446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/morning-glass.html' title='Morning Glass'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLIdQnd95I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_ZE83ySlt6U/s72-c/morningglow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-2440730842236601425</id><published>2007-02-14T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:25:36.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Below My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLG1wnd94I/AAAAAAAAAAY/-8U-Kn6y-Nk/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031302360612075394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLG1wnd94I/AAAAAAAAAAY/-8U-Kn6y-Nk/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Just below my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm offline today without a word to say Just below my heart somewhere where your eyes are hidden,my true lies forbidden.we wanted to play where streets hide our secrets .You said they make you play,I am bewildered in the moment and I remain standing still ,but not in vain.The moment grasps you and takes me way and screens me inside,Just click on my window let it explode let it burn in light in senseless wireless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&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/26374158-2440730842236601425?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/2440730842236601425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=2440730842236601425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2440730842236601425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2440730842236601425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-below-my-heart.html' title='Just Below My Heart'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLG1wnd94I/AAAAAAAAAAY/-8U-Kn6y-Nk/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5758492104287800952</id><published>2007-02-14T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:17:50.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLE-gnd93I/AAAAAAAAAAM/njB-61_57k8/s1600-h/hana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031300311912675186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLE-gnd93I/AAAAAAAAAAM/njB-61_57k8/s320/hana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of art is so inspiring. So don't even think of retiring.Art is all around,But does not make a sound You could find it in you,If you really want to Everybody could be good at art If you learn to start It is like making a cakeBut first you need to learn to bake. Art is like a family,It is completed entirely Art never leaves you when you prosper and multiply,It stays in your soul and interiority,Because art is part of you No matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;2007&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/26374158-5758492104287800952?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5758492104287800952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5758492104287800952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5758492104287800952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5758492104287800952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/02/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RdLE-gnd93I/AAAAAAAAAAM/njB-61_57k8/s72-c/hana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116696320397231581</id><published>2006-12-24T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:26:45.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All In You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/566253/vampire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/500957/vampire2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All In You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A flower dies, another blooms The sun is setting, night is soon . Stars are born and the moon is high .And the heavens are alive All in your eyes .A child is born and an angel too.The day is warm, the sky is blue The sounds of nature for a thousand miles. And the birds are singing All in your smile.The sound of laughter, a joyous song .A life of perfection where nothing's wrong . A sea of passion, pure and true That's what I see and it's All in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116696320397231581?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116696320397231581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116696320397231581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116696320397231581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116696320397231581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-in-you.html' title='All In You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116696183105997679</id><published>2006-12-24T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:03:53.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/727212/longing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/771622/longing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;your smile is like the sunrise,bright and forever pure.your voice sounds like an oceam,as it softly caress' the shore.Women could write for a hundred years,and only describe half of every special thing that's you:your humour, eyes and laugh.i think of you as my angel who can almost always be found,helping me out when things get rough,and whenever i'm feeling down you're a unique person your one of a kind never change or go away,cause you'll always mean a lot to me forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116696183105997679?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116696183105997679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116696183105997679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116696183105997679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116696183105997679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116661166594667829</id><published>2006-12-20T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:47:48.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insatiable Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/850581/firstlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/456602/firstlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Insatiable Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words needed... No lies told...No regrets and look backs...No promises being kept...JUST,Falling in the burning ring of fire...Thumping with flaming desire...Possessing the essence of his entire...Obsessing the heart with the tender love that inspire...Mesmerizing the soul that tire...Serenely worshipping his soul by her entire...Glistening in the sky through the wanted bodies...Revealing the hunger of the hot jiffy moments...Meshing the skin with skin of their entire beings...Quickening the breath while the heated lips met...Touching the skin of the slippery sweat...Tasting every drop of their insatiable thirst...ALL,While the moonlight was glowing upon their flesh On that blazing, insatiable night...In the middle of that incredible desert sight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116661166594667829?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116661166594667829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116661166594667829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116661166594667829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116661166594667829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/insatiable-night.html' title='Insatiable Night'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116661096680340647</id><published>2006-12-20T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:36:07.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/78220/Mermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/139296/Mermaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;In My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can hold you. . .devour you. . .Have you every day and night. . .I can dream you, fantasize you. . .And make you a wish, a hope. . .But again, what is dreaming. . .wishing. . .hoping?Are they real. . .? In my mind. . .You take me away,you make me yours. . .You make me wait. . .and wait. . . The magic. . .the thrill. . .the unexplained. . . which is so clear like crystal. . .Yet, you don't feel. . . In my mind. . .You make me think of eternity. . .Neglecting my sense of timing. . .Is it morning. . .or evening. . .? Is it reality. . .?I wish I never felt something. . .But again are we controlling our wishes. . .our hopes . . .our dreams. . ..In our mind. . .?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116661096680340647?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116661096680340647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116661096680340647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116661096680340647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116661096680340647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-my-mind.html' title='In My Mind'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116661042083849071</id><published>2006-12-20T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:27:01.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/552333/Summoning_the_Serpent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/495892/Summoning_the_Serpent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sea of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. . .. and a tide comes in to the rhythm of my wave, feeling its flood where sand and shells swing underneath. . . . . ..and in that soft blue water as soft as passionate as ever can be love's own self was the deep sea's spirit stirring my emotions like Neptune who stirs the sea, making me bath in your glory breath from your air and drink from your cool, clear stream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2006 &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/26374158-116661042083849071?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116661042083849071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116661042083849071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116661042083849071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116661042083849071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/sea-of-love.html' title='Sea Of Love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116660920964481296</id><published>2006-12-20T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:06:51.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lashed By Your Gaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/365703/Forever_Remembered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/229287/Forever_Remembered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lashed By Your Gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Holding my face at you , I caught your gaze while breathing on my eyelashes feeling pure, clean, chaste, with every drop of kiss you poured on....Holding my face at you,I saw the light dancing on your eyelashes as you look through me so profoundly, so deep caressing them and wrapping with every inch of your love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116660920964481296?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116660920964481296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116660920964481296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116660920964481296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116660920964481296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/lashed-by-your-gaze.html' title='Lashed By Your Gaze'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116651984970595014</id><published>2006-12-19T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:17:30.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/303609/forest%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/369942/forest%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Release ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release me from the twilight that's in the soul of the eyes...From thy hungry lips of my desire,From the breath that enflames my entire,From the sweat that mounts my fire,From the  scent that blazes my aspire...Release me from the heat of the desire,From the taste I cannot resist,From the ecstasy of the heated heart we persist,From the gazing eyes burning till we consist,From the caress we share, embracing as we exist...Release me from my inner conflict of my forbidden love,From the dream that I am still not awakened from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116651984970595014?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116651984970595014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116651984970595014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116651984970595014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116651984970595014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/release-me.html' title='Release Me'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116651827702946342</id><published>2006-12-19T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:51:29.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/46056/flightDone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/576281/flightDone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am a Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Withering alone in the storms and sun,Wild and free as the playful breeze.I am a bird who likes to fly high With wings stretched above the open seas Riding the tides, into the cloudsMerry and cheery as the rivers that flow And into the night, singing aloud Under the moon that gleams and stars that glow,Flying beneath the azure sky Upon the orchards green, the fields yellowRoving among the lovely flowers Like doves and swans, blithesome and mellow Like a wayfarer, I go on and on my own, flying high and low Relishing the freedom, whooping and spinning ,I go fast and I wing slow Young and joyous, measuring up I m a bird who knows nothing No limits, no bounds, no sun that goes down .I fly with my, wretched in fate, wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116651827702946342?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116651827702946342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116651827702946342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116651827702946342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116651827702946342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-bird.html' title='I am a Bird'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116643277221779100</id><published>2006-12-18T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:06:12.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/803228/Undine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/488952/Undine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach this special star;only time can tell just how far.Shining much brighter than any one;your heart and soul,I have not won.Things can change and hope they last;Being much happier than the past.Laughing,talking,things you would say;Expand a soul,a different way.Dreaming of You Special forces,pull at my heart;Your light guides me to a fresh start.Nothing compares to what you are;I have been looking near and far.Distance is nothing,glowing eyes;Keeps me looking into the skies.Hoping things will just go all right;The light you gave,I see tonight.Dreaming only of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116643277221779100?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116643277221779100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116643277221779100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116643277221779100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116643277221779100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116643035036841675</id><published>2006-12-18T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:25:50.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moonlit Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/706003/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/568512/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Moonlit Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Enticing an open eye,Like the moves of an angelic dance,As though painting someone's imagination,Through open desires.Helping a broken heart to strenghthen,As if time had begun from this moment,And walking through every dream like ,A stranger in paradise.As though blooming from petals,Crushing every dry autumn leaf,With her pure feet,In a saga of beauty.As dainty as a deer,As distracting as the new breeze,As beautiful as every thought,Is she.In a peculiar heart,Lives this princess ,In every moment identified as the ,The Moonlit Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116643035036841675?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116643035036841675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116643035036841675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116643035036841675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116643035036841675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/moonlit-princess.html' title='The Moonlit Princess'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116642949457787641</id><published>2006-12-18T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:11:34.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/24516/stainedglassfairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/59272/stainedglassfairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green . . . the color of integrity in the innocent. The new life that has only just begun, not yet tainted by the impurities of the world.Red . . . the color of integrity in the presence of dishonesty.The red cleansing blood sheds light on the significance of the truth. Orange . . . the color of integrity in the face of hypocrisy.The fire that burns brightly, consuming the double minded,leaving only those who are resolute.Blue . . . the color of integrity that has been shed, now restored.The prodigal son who returns and is received again with joy. Purple . . . a noble shade of integrity. Prudence, justice and discipline rule the wisest among the heavens and the earth.Gold . . . the color that integrity emits on us all. The light that is cast from those who hold integrity in their souls. The ultimatum for those who strive to reach higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116642949457787641?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116642949457787641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116642949457787641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116642949457787641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116642949457787641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/integrity.html' title='Integrity'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116642789323537543</id><published>2006-12-17T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:44:53.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/938340/heartwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/130733/heartwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that has transcended from above mysterious and vague,like rays of sunshine. An inspiration sent to unfreeze the frozen heart a peaceful glow, uplifting and bright. Taking away the thoughts of loneliness when you're depressed, giving way to the optimistic at heart. So beam on me when I'm lost in the dark be my sunshine, for you may never be mines.But your warmth is enough to tame love once lost and with this I look forward to seeing you, for your my rays of Sunshine. Your the light that's at the end of tunnel,the vision of happiness, and peace at sunset. Aphrodite(Venus)goddess of Love and Beauty should be replaced in the stories of Greek mythology, She is not worthy to stand in your presence or grace. Cupid journeys to be your guide, unlock feelings inside.The Sunshine that warms hearts lost in space. Sunshine turn down your protective heat so you and love can some day meet. Love,however, cannot be forbidden. The more that flame is covered up the hotter it burns. Love can always find a way, two hearts on fire can bring a start to a new life.Each a bit of heavens Sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116642789323537543?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116642789323537543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116642789323537543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116642789323537543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116642789323537543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunshine-beauty-that-has-transcended.html' title=''/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116642635481619316</id><published>2006-12-17T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:19:14.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes Of My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/832719/butterfly%20prences.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/51119/butterfly%20prences.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Echoes Of My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I can't seem to find my way, I searched but no one seemed to care. When Im lonely there's no one to hold. I reach out but no comfort is there, When Im sad the tears would flow, Like the storms of the April showers. But life will not bring May flowers. How do you mend a broken heart, Is whatI hear in the Echoes of my Mind. As I look deep inside I often wonder, How does a broken heart carry a beat? A 1000 pieces lay at my feet. I search for some one to make it whole To keep it warm when the nights get cold, Give it sunshine and shelter from the rain. Will these thoughts drive me insane. Is what I hear in the Echoes of my Mind.So as these tears fall from my eyes, As visions of love laminate corridors of my mind. Like a drummer who skillfully carries a beat. Thoughts of LOVE this broken heart will seek. Loneliness will not lament the Echoe of my Mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;                                                  2006&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/26374158-116642635481619316?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116642635481619316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116642635481619316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116642635481619316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116642635481619316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/echoes-of-my-mind.html' title='Echoes Of My Mind'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116642428669251291</id><published>2006-12-17T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:44:52.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You And I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/475508/Titania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/814552/Titania.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;With you as poet and I, your poem marking "love", our life's emblem..With you as lover and I, your love our life will be as pure as a dove..With you being crazy and I, your craze all our worries are set to erase..With you as the eye and I, its pupil will enjoy seeing life to its fill..With you as flower and I, its nectar in beautifying life, we emerge as victor..With you as perfume and I, its scent we would aromatize every second spent..With you as heart and I, its beat everyday with you will be a treat..With you as breath and I, its lifeWhere is the question of strife?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116642428669251291?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116642428669251291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116642428669251291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116642428669251291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116642428669251291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-and-i.html' title='You And I'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116583153174183062</id><published>2006-12-11T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:05:32.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Land Is There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/801376/Watermaan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/54598/Watermaan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Land Is There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My land is there where flowers bloom,Where birds sing and butterflies play,My land is there where lives no gloom,Where hope glitters on every day.My home is there where love prevails,Where lies and hatred don't exist,My home is there where no one wails,Where peace abides for men and beast.My heaven is there where hearts feel glee,Where souls worship the Lord above,My heaven is there where all are free,Where all dwell with truth and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116583153174183062?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116583153174183062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116583153174183062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116583153174183062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116583153174183062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-land-is-there.html' title='My Land Is There'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116582969133285313</id><published>2006-12-11T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:34:51.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey Through Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/279874/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/348353/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My journey through vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serenity prayer as I close my eyes, a vision of the holy, And the sacred binds me to a trance.A journey of uncountable light years.I see my ray of light, my path with the brightest glow,At the end of the line.Two hands leading me through the enigma.I smell a strong presence of divine guide, such that showers My very soul with the mist of revelation.I see with my heart and feel with my soul,The face so known to me.I bow down in the momentary enchantment.My heart bleeds with shame and repentance , As I turn back and look at the path I travelled,Because through out my journey I left out Blessings on material grounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2006 &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/26374158-116582969133285313?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116582969133285313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116582969133285313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582969133285313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582969133285313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-journey-through-vision.html' title='My Journey Through Vision'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116582890700779468</id><published>2006-12-11T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:21:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory Of My Lost Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/529968/vampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/13971/vampire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;In Memory Of My Lost Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We lost a sister with a heart of gold.How much we miss her can never be told.She shared our troubles and helped us along.If we follow her footsteps,will never go wrong.We miss you from your fireside chair.Your loving smile and gentle air,Your vacant place no one can fill,We miss you sister and always will.She was sister so very rare,Content in her home and always there,On earth she toiled in heaven she rests.God bless you sister,being one of the best.Each time we look at your picture,You seem to smile and say,Don't be sad but courage take.And love each other for my sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116582890700779468?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116582890700779468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116582890700779468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582890700779468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582890700779468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-memory-of-my-lost-sister.html' title='In Memory Of My Lost Sister'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116582818922569824</id><published>2006-12-11T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:09:49.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurdian Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/638040/lichtengel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/788330/lichtengel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guardian Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Angels are a sign of love,as pure as the whitest dove.Angels are always at our side,though not that far, their joy abides,Their love and happiness will always endure,Though through their happiness, our sadness they'll cure.Angels are a God sent gift,They'll always guide us, as far as we drift.When we are hurt or injured, and mourn,They're here in every shape and form.When a very loved one passes on,that loved one, is reborn, as an angel at dawn.Through history, chemistry, physics and math,That angel will always light our path.A guardian angel is always on guard,through all the stumbles, breaks, and scars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2006 &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/26374158-116582818922569824?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116582818922569824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116582818922569824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582818922569824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582818922569824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/gurdian-angels.html' title='Gurdian Angels'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116582714778996299</id><published>2006-12-11T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:52:28.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Always There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/929206/Manangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/794062/Manangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You're Always There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You're a special person,whom we love so much.Always willing, always there, to lend your special touch,Through goods and bads and ups and downs.You're always there with never a frown.Your smiling face, your sparkling eyes Ought to make all of us Realize!You have your needs and troubles too,But you struggle on as you always do.The good LORD above always chooses One Special person that HE's constantly using.I fully believe as all of us do,That this time GOD has chosen YOU!For in my Heart, you'll always beThat 'Guardian Angel' GOD sent to me.I love you,dear Angel.. and Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116582714778996299?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116582714778996299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116582714778996299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582714778996299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582714778996299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-always-there.html' title='You&apos;re Always There'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116582449129460078</id><published>2006-12-11T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:08:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Do You Love Me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/448784/me%20and%20u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/453969/me%20and%20u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How Much Do You Love Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I simply reply,My love for you is unbounded, every fiber of my being is filled with love for you.My love reaches the very depths of the universe and all therein.My love for you is the sunrise.It is the string that hangs the moon in the sky.My love for you is the quiet that you hear when you are alone.It is the exhale of the trees.It is the unknown of mysteries.My love for you surrounds you.It is never-ending and never-beginning, always present.The love I feel, it is my very life and could never die.My love for you is the cool waters that run free, and that will never run dry.And when I began to understand this love, I found eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116582449129460078?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116582449129460078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116582449129460078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582449129460078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582449129460078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-much-do-you-love-me.html' title='How Much Do You Love Me ?'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116582164852791217</id><published>2006-12-10T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:20:50.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamed Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/441872/Reflection-Print-C11746144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/966255/Reflection-Print-C11746144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dreamed of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had known your voice on the whisper of the wind,I had seen your face traced out in the stars,I felt your warmth on a warm summer's day.But never had seen you with the sunlight upon your face.Sitting alone in the moonlight, I was hoping that you,were dreaming of me, and I was dreaming you.I dreamed and hoped, prayed and wished,Oh, all my life, I've believed in this.If I only have one dream, this is it.Oh, that big of universe is listening alright to the dreams of many every day and night,so hear me I cried, to the heavenly tides,then I added my dream to be by your side.I had put in my request, and you must have too,for here we are, and we ride these heavenly tides together.And we will fly, oh we will fly.Oh, all of my life, I've believed in this,If I only have one dream, then this will be enough forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;                                                           2006&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/26374158-116582164852791217?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116582164852791217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116582164852791217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582164852791217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116582164852791217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreamed-of-you.html' title='Dreamed Of You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116575285942073215</id><published>2006-12-10T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T04:14:19.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/710412/sun%20set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/61749/sun%20set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gully formed by my shed tears .Shattered window thought to be never mended .A fatigued spirit that was full of fears.Overcast abyss with a ray of light blended.This flash of hope emerged from paradise .So confidently and full of charm . Fluttered with golden wings how well it enticedUnder the lush tree to shelter from harm.How sunsets furnish every bit of warmth.How the moonlight blanket comes around me.How amazingly it took the form Of a dulcet dove that in me believed.Silently it retreated with no whisper goodbye.Slowly faded into the serene blissful skies.Unforgotten dreams of how to truly fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116575285942073215?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116575285942073215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116575285942073215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116575285942073215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116575285942073215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/dove.html' title='The Dove'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116531100023158004</id><published>2006-12-05T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:30:00.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/264666/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/959391/bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Soul Remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From where I came,This soul of mine,Perhaps forgotten,Lost in time,Yet to dream,of heaven's door.Only to pray,Lord, I'm searching for more.Trying to remember,Least I forget.Past lives, past loves,memories yet.So, behind every tree,Near every brook.I've laid my soul,Like an open book.For all to read,Know how I feel.This life I hold dear,Is this really real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116531100023158004?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116531100023158004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116531100023158004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116531100023158004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116531100023158004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/soul-remembered.html' title='Soul Remembered'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116531051280274291</id><published>2006-12-05T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:21:53.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Two Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/1600/4705/tarek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4679/2760/320/751048/tarek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Between Two Worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Between us stands,A void in time.Between two worlds,Across the line.A world that stands,So quiet, so still.Reflections on life,Beyond the hill.Tears that fall like droplets of rain,upon a cold, cold ground.A heart cries out in lonesome pain,Loved ones close around.Torture of a moonless night.when love has flown away.The smile upon gentle lips.fades into each day.As the sun casts a longing shadow.Across a golden sea.a breath of life, forever glory.Echoes in the breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2006&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/26374158-116531051280274291?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116531051280274291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116531051280274291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116531051280274291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116531051280274291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/12/between-two-worlds.html' title='Between Two Worlds'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116219270161564184</id><published>2006-10-29T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:18:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/you%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/you%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Feeling Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Crystal fountains of joy,Rushing through my heart.Reaching far beyond.Touching every part.The gushing of delight.The feeling of desire,Burning in my bodyEternally, like fire.Great waves of pleasure Runs from head to toe .As if a flood inside me,Is running through my soul.Laughter from my mouth Is all that you will hear. For I am happy now,And I shall shed no tear.A dazzling glow surrounds me ,As beautiful as white doves. And if you ever see meYou'll know that I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;oct-2006&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/26374158-116219270161564184?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116219270161564184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116219270161564184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116219270161564184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116219270161564184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-of-love.html' title='The Feeling Of Love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116175328875336947</id><published>2006-10-24T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:14:48.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only For A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/holding%20u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/holding%20u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Only for a Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you echo through my mind.When you hold me in your arms. And your body next to mine. . . Only for a moment Our eyes meet and we understand. As no words need be spoken In silence the world is ours. . . Only for a moment Your lips ever so tenderly on mine,Your gentle touch stirs my soul.For we have but a moment Only a moment . . . that will last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oct-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116175328875336947?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116175328875336947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116175328875336947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116175328875336947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116175328875336947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/only-for-moment.html' title='Only For A Moment'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116175284671069512</id><published>2006-10-24T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:07:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message From God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/eagle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Message from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dream...and reach for the stars. Believe in yourself...and reveal your inner strength.Cherish life's joy...even when things hurt your soul.Keep love in your heart...and find contentment.Persevere...and you'll find success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oct-2006&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/26374158-116175284671069512?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116175284671069512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116175284671069512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116175284671069512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116175284671069512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/message-from-god.html' title='Message From God'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116175153022327831</id><published>2006-10-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:45:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/we.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen to the wind and the rustling of the leaves.Listen to the chirping of the birds.Do you hear the flowers bloom?I am there with you...for it is you that keeps my spirit alive.Close your eyes and listen to the profound silence that is in you.I am there with you softly whispering in your ears, "I love you."Listen to your heartbeat For my heart beats with yours. Whether I'm near or far or gone into the abyss of time Listen, for I'll always be with you For this feeling that consumes me.Will forever be until the end of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;oct-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116175153022327831?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116175153022327831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116175153022327831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116175153022327831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116175153022327831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116175020955469954</id><published>2006-10-24T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:23:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey In My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/moonlight%20sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/moonlight%20sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Journey in My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I try to lose myself in my mind's eye. Do I see a whimsy or a castle in the sky? Something too intricate to envision.I search and explore my imagination.Lost in the abyss of my mind.I go through my journey and I find Wild plants, and exotic flowers abound.And mammoth trees surround.The sun gleams through the umbra of the trees To give light and for the creatures to live in bliss. Awed by a purple butterfly's exquisite splendor.I was beguiled by its beauty and candor.The sounds of nature roused my inspiration, Orchestrated by the soothing rever beration Of the water cascading down a chasm. And the birds harmonize with great enthusiasm .Through the rocks the ripples are mesmerizing Creating a melody that's most inspiring.The ambiance is lively yet with tranquility .For the resonance gives me peace and serenity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;     Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;      oct-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116175020955469954?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116175020955469954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116175020955469954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116175020955469954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116175020955469954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/journey-in-my-mind.html' title='Journey In My Mind'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116159186538238372</id><published>2006-10-23T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:24:25.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweethearts Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My Sweethearts Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A tender kiss.A loving hand Like soft gentle breezes. And soft sea sand.A sweethearts love Is warm and true Like sunshine on the morning dew.As flowers bloom and open wide,my love for you grows deep inside.No one can take these things away for god has placed them here to stay.I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oct2006&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/26374158-116159186538238372?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116159186538238372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116159186538238372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116159186538238372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116159186538238372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-sweethearts-love.html' title='My Sweethearts Love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116159006426468278</id><published>2006-10-23T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:54:24.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I' ve Seen Two Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/together.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/together.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I've Seen Two Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've seen two heart,Just like yours and mine.I've seen two hearts, that never seem to part.I've seen two hearts, grow side by side.I've seen two hearts,Work day by day.I've seen two hearts,Struggle to make it.I've seen two hearts,Sit down and cry.I've seen two hearts,Cherish their love.I've seen two hearts,Fuss and fight.I've seen two hearts,Give joy and happiness.I've seen two hearts,Kiss every night.I've seen two hearts,Two hearts in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;oct2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116159006426468278?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116159006426468278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116159006426468278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116159006426468278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116159006426468278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-ve-seen-two-hearts.html' title='I&apos; ve Seen Two Hearts'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116158369622149827</id><published>2006-10-22T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:08:16.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/old%20beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/old%20beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I Love you Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When morning breaks so sofly and leaves behind the dew. When skies explode as sunrise in streaks of palest hue. When birds trill fourth sweet messages with notes so crystal clear, when breezes blow in frangrant wisps from lands both far and near, when rain drops dance and sparkle on leaves of shiney green. When trees tell darkest secrets of things heard but never seen, when sea gulls scream above the seas of white topped crashing spray. when gold sands glisten brightley bathed with sunlit rays, When winter nights grow chilly and snow is nothing new. when lovers lie by open fires i know that i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                  oct-2006 &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/26374158-116158369622149827?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116158369622149827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116158369622149827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116158369622149827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116158369622149827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-you-sweetheart.html' title='I Love You Sweetheart'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116114378515015346</id><published>2006-10-17T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:56:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/music%20lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/music%20lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Warm Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began with a friendly gesture,As friends we defied the winter winds Our thoughts, later revealed, yearning love .We braved the cold, we loved that night Without touch, without a warm embrace. Forever grateful I will be for one cold night.Life stood still and love given a chance But, the warmest of souls can be lost in the snow, Even the summer winds can cool down love. Now all that remains, memories frozen in time Still, I love to remember one freezing nightFor my greatest comfort is and always will be The love that grew between two warm hearts .&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;                2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116114378515015346?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116114378515015346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116114378515015346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116114378515015346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116114378515015346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/warm-hearts.html' title='Warm Hearts'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116114290852766590</id><published>2006-10-17T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:41:48.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/dear%20lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/dear%20lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The Quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I must leave no roads untraveled On my quest to find my way Will the mysteries of life unravel.As I reach the end of day;As each day is overtaken By the radiance of night.To give way to those forsaken.While each day yields without a fight;At dawn I rise with good intentionTo experience a brand new day .To seek out a new direction On this quest to find my way;The mysteries seem compounded  As each day passes by.The answere's left unfounded,It matters not how hard I try;Still I keep on searching.Eye's transfixed upon my quest As in a play. I keep rehearsing To always do my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;    oct-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116114290852766590?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116114290852766590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116114290852766590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116114290852766590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116114290852766590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/quest.html' title='The Quest'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116114243634187326</id><published>2006-10-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:33:56.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whisper Of My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The Whisper of My Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hear the sounds of spring at a distance.They are a melody of sweet new love.Feel the gentle breeze caressing your face,Its warmth reaching deep into your soul.Hear the chirping of the birds coming back,Singing to their mates messages of love.Caringly they begin to build their new nests.The spring air is filling with the power of love.Hear the beats of my restless heart,Knocking at the door of your soulTo tell you of my new love for you;The whisper of my soul to your soul.Feel the power of my new love for you.Hear my heart beating just for you.See the beauty of spring in my soul,Hear the whisper of my soul; I love you .&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;              oct-2006&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/26374158-116114243634187326?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116114243634187326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116114243634187326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116114243634187326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116114243634187326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/whisper-of-my-soul.html' title='The Whisper Of My Soul'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116106023834529697</id><published>2006-10-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:43:58.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Is Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/vinus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/vinus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Power is Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Go deep inside yourself Find the ability, that you haveYou will one day find your perfection.Don't follow the world,Follow your Imagination Work at your goals And try to achieve.If you can'tTry again till you achieve ,Never give up So long as you yourself are up As is your dream.Soon you will taste victory's cream.I have searched inside my mind And tried to find My perfection Within my imagination.You should follow your dreams Because as unlikely as it may seemTHE POWER IS YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;              2006&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/26374158-116106023834529697?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116106023834529697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116106023834529697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116106023834529697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116106023834529697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/power-is-yours.html' title='The Power Is Yours'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116105906239260594</id><published>2006-10-16T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:24:22.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/angel%20green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/angel%20green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I inch my way through life searching for the perfect place in a garden hidden from sight, a peaceful and tranquil place. I build a homelike a brick wall so no one can get in ,in due time I will emerge a special day of warmth will comeI will have changed drastically only of a repeated fate.I will blossom like a rose so beautiful and delicate to fly away into the unknown,my presence will bring mystery no fear will be felt.I will bring joy to others then be on my way to a secret life ,my absence will not be missed somewhere,someday another will inch the same way.&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;                        2006&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/26374158-116105906239260594?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116105906239260594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116105906239260594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116105906239260594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116105906239260594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116105749386556563</id><published>2006-10-16T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:58:14.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silence Of The Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/think.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Silence Of The Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To live your day all without a cause .To think you are alone without a friend. Waking up in the morning wishing it to end .Eating alone is pain to bear .Seeing couples walk by makes your heart tear. Listening to the silence brings forth a smile With its melodies and harmony and peace for a while.To see the darkness from beyond your sight.To feel the friendship from the night Know and know that you are cared by The god almighty at the most high Watching over you in your daily deeds .Caring for you providing your needs .Never never think you are alone Because of friends of common lives.And I too,feel what pain and pleasure that ourlives show But when we look up to his grace And feel his love shine in to our hearts For through it we had the sight to see his light Of love most beautiful and most gracious might..&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;            oct-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116105749386556563?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116105749386556563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116105749386556563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116105749386556563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116105749386556563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/silence-of-light.html' title='The Silence Of The Light'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-116097259663070013</id><published>2006-10-15T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:23:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Hold Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/the%20missing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/the%20missing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let Me Hold Your Hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let Me Hold Your Hand&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold your gentle hand and feel your warmth;Let the stream of life flow through each other.Let me take you with me to where time never ends,To where love is divine, where two souls are one.Walk with me on the soft sand of a thousand years,Where each grain is an instant, a bit of eternity;Where the footprints we leave are erased behind By the incessant ocean's wave, the wave of time.Let's embrace until we feel to be not two but one;Until our hearts beat in unison, a pulse of love;Until in your eyes I see your soul, you in mine;Until your mysterious glow and mine become one.Let me hold your gentle hand, let me kiss it softly.Let me whisper from my soul my love you.Let our lips come together into a kiss endless....Then, in the glow of the moon, let's lie and rest...Until the wave will take us to the eternal glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;oct-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-116097259663070013?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/116097259663070013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=116097259663070013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116097259663070013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/116097259663070013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-me-hold-your-hand.html' title='Let Me Hold Your Hand'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-115874219284795244</id><published>2006-09-20T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:49:52.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chained Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/1600/sleep%20woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4679/2760/320/sleep%20woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Chained Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A thrust of love a glimpse of you.Is this a dream or a vow from the skies For me and you.There are stars shining with joy But my heart is left without a voice. All has a touch while you are close Yet so far a love which only Could be a vow of the vast. When will I see you once again. When will you free me from my chains.My pain is drowning me in my blood.And this is something the skies never thought of . Now give me a single wish Where I will stop a possum of the sky And give birth to an alert of my last sighs .Where only heavens replyMy love.You are with the stars Oooooh soooo above...        &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;        2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-115874219284795244?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/115874219284795244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=115874219284795244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/115874219284795244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/115874219284795244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2006/09/chained-dreams.html' title='Chained Dreams'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/SK0_ZMsU6aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ae9OHr9MjHc/S220/tareknas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
