Hold my hands

I hear the flower’s kinda crying loud
The breeze’s sound in sad
Oh no
Tell me when did we become,
So cold and empty inside
Lost a way long time ago
Did we really turn out blind
We don’t see that we keep hurting each other no
All we do is just fight

Now we share the same bright sun,
The same round moon
Why don’t we share the same love
Tell me why not
Life is shorter than most have thought

Hold my hand
There are many ways to do it right
Hold my hand
Turn around and see what we have left behind
Hold my hand my friend
We can save the good spirit of me and you
For another chance
And let’s pray for a beautiful world
A beautiful world I share with you

Children seem like they’ve lost their smile
On the new blooded playgrounds
Oh no
How could we ignore , heartbreaking crying sounds
And we’re still going on
Like nobody really cares
And we just stopped feeling all the pain because
Like it’s a daily basic affair

Now we share the same bright sun,
The same round moon
Why don’t we share the same love
Tell me why not
Life is shorter than most have thought

Hold my hand
There are many ways to do it right
Hold my hand
Turn around and see what we have left behind
Hold my hand my friend
We can save the good spirit of me and you
For another chance
And let’s pray for a beautiful world
A beautiful world I share with you

No matter how far I might be
I’m always gonne be your neighbor
There’s only one small planet where to be
So I’m always gonna be your neighbor
We cannot hide, we can’t deny
That we’re always gonna be neighbors
You’re neighbor, my neighbor
We’re neighbors

So hold my hand
There are many ways to do it right
Hold my hand
Turn around and see what have left behind

So hold my hand
There are many ways to do it right
Hold my hand
Turn around and see what have left behind
Hold my hand my friend
We can save the good spirit of me and you
For another chance
And let’s pray for a beautiful world
A beautiful world I share with you

friendship and love

We were good friends.we were so close like brothers and sisters and  we were always there for each other.Arif,aida and myself had been childhood friends.we’d known each other since kindergarden.we’d been classmates for 11 years.we ended our high school days together.During the 11 years of friendship,something beyond friendship bloomedin me for Aida.was it love?

          Several months after the spm,a letter from the University of Alexandria ,Egypt got into my home.It was an offer to further my study in the university.All the members of my family were happy and congratulated me for the happy news.It was supposed to be a happy news but something felt awkward.I would go to Egypt to study,meaning to be separated with Aida.That was the first thing to cross my mind.

          My first rection was to call her .I need to tell her  the news.Just when I was to tell her my news,she shocked me with her own.She also got an offer to study abroad .It was from the top iniversity of Ukraine .i was so happy and worried at the same time .i was worried for her to walk on her own without me and Arif by her side in this vast world.

          She intuitively knew I was worried for her.She encouraged me to worry nothing about her.she’d be fine on her own.It was not enough but still,was else can be done? At the end of the conversation ,she told me to have a final meeting before we’d gone separate ways.i was speechless .One good thing led to another .The meeting between me and Aida was the best time to let my heart spoke what I had inside of me.

          “It is now of never,”I kept repeating all over.

          I was pretty straight-headed about the confession of my heart to her.it was like the only thing that mattered to me.i was getting myself  ready for the historical day.i practiced my wordings,the clothes and everything that would help me to unlock her heart.i was going to confess my love .And that would going the final.

          The long awaited day drew near.i had waited too long for this day to come.i would win her heart for sure.i didn’t plan to be on time I had gotten 10 minuteseralier.i waited her with a red rose behing my back.only 5 minutes passed but I had gotten I’d gotten too impatient.a couple of minute later ,Aida arrived .She looked beautiful like a princess in the fairy tale in her pink dress.I was so amazed by her beauty.But with her,was an envelope.what would that mean?

          At the fateful meeting,I learnt how cruel destiny could be.The envelope not for me.It was for Arif.She neede my help to pass the envelope to Arif.As she handed me the envelope ,she said that she had been looking up to Arif more than brother.She loved him.

          I couldn’t believe what I heard.i couldn’t feel my heart beating .My mind went blank.I couldn’t think of anything.all my hope ,dreams and everything went crashing down.i lost myself after hearing the cruel fate.In front of me was the girl I’d always dreamt of.I must not show any weakness to her.I held my tears when taking the envelope.

          As I opened my eyes, I was at arif’s house.I was confused .Maybe the shock got my head spinning.All my memories about my meeting with Aida seemed to be lost.All I could remember was the moment when she handed me the envelope .The envelope that shaltered my heart to pieces .I needed to get   this to Arif.

          I rang the door bell twice and Arif appeared before me.Without saying anything,I handed the envelope to him.I turned myself around to set foot off the house.I’d taken a glimpse of his confused face.I couldn’t hold myself with the major frustration and ran away as fast as I could.

          I didn’t know I could run this fast.I was trying to rub from the truth. Couples of step from the house, iwas stopped on my track.i heard scream of joy.It was from Arif .From afar, I could see my him jumping off his feet and overjoyed himself.At that time, I knew who I am.Aida loved Arif and be loved back.I was nobody.

          Now.I am happy in my own world.I currently am futhering my study in Egypt. I am preparing myself to take the world.Aida and Arifon the other hand,got offered in the same university in Ukraine.They have stronger bond and live together as loving couples.What happened between me,arif and Aida in the past,taught me the very best lesson one could get in life.

          “Love is not just to have her,Love is not just to conquer her heart,

           Love not just to share the same laugh,what Love truly

          Means……………

          ……………is to see Aida smile with or without me.”

                                                                                                          Emiey…

friends who are forgotten

It's the nature for human to forgetting something that had make a lot of deed for him.

The world is the gift from The One to us.So,it our responsibility to take care of the gift.The world must be beautiful without a few of us that didn't notice about it.What i want to say here is we forget one of our friend that is nature and the world where we step on. Human can not live without the nature and we must remember that we do not have nothing in this world. Nature gives everything to us for comforting our life but what we do instead but just ruin the nature.So,when the disaster happen we are busy blaming other.

what we gonna do to save the nature?

Can we bring back the greenness of forest after we burn it and cut it off??

Can we give the life and home to the living thing in forest that we burned?

Can we take the blue of sky and give it to the sea even the sky is going darker now?

can we bring back that all?

can we?

there's is nothing that we can do.......

but we still get the situation become worse.

Why human is so willful and lazy to think the consequence of matter that we do?

Why human is always with his stupidity?

why human is always with his selfishness?

The answer is in ourself but it's depend on us how to answer it...

Please awake my friends and save our precious friend that getting dying

The world is crying endlessly coz of us!!!

The Value of Friendship

One day when I was a freshman in high school, I saw the new kid in my class walking home from school His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.” I had quite a weekend planned with parties and a football game with my friends. So I shrugged my shoulders and walked on.

Just then a bunch of kids ran toward him, knocking the books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. As he looked up, I saw a terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. I jogged over to him, picked up the glasses and handed them to him.

“Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives,” I commented.

He looked at me and said, “Hey, thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me. As we walked home, I discovered he was a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he would like to play football with me and my friends on Saturday. He said, “Yes.” We hung out together all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. My friends liked him too.

On Monday morning, I saw Kyle carrying his huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Dang, boy you are gonna really build some serious muscle carrying this pile of books everyday!” He laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. By our senior year, Kyle had filled out and looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. All the girls loved him, and he always had lots of dates. He had studied hard and was valedictorian of our class.

On graduation day, he was to give a speech. I could see that he was nervous. So I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those really grateful looks and smiled, ‘Thanks.”

He started his speech, “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years: your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach, but mostly your friends. I am here to tell you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give.”

Then he began to tell the story of the first day we met. I stared at him in disbelief when he told how he had planned to kill himself that weekend. He had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later. I heard a gasp go through the crowd as this handsome and popular boy told about his weakest moment.

He looked hard at me, gave me a little smile, and said, “Thankfully, my friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

His mom and dad looked at me with a grateful nod. Not until that moment did I realize that in one small gesture I changed a person’s life. Now I never underestimate the power of my actions. I learned that the support of a caring friend can impact someone in ways we may not fully understand and appreciate.

Last Day of Normal

I could tell there was something wrong. He hadn't been the same the last few months. I just couldn't figure what it was.
"This is my last day of normal," he said to me. He had this half smile, half frightened look on his face. Unusual for my friend.
"You haven't been normal since I've known you, so I can't imagine why tomorrow would be any different," I said laughing.
He didn't respond. I knew then that this might be big.
I waited a few moments and then asked, "So, why will tomorrow be different?"
"I had some tests done recently. I was having problems with my thinking. You know, forgetting and stuff. I just thought it was a part of getting older," he said.
Then looking over the top of his glasses he said, "But this is more than forgetting where I put my keys."
"What kind of tests did you have?"
"Cognitive tests to test my memory and basic understanding."
"So, you're worried about the results?"
"Scared to death!" he said with big, broad expressions on his face. "I didn't do well in the tests."
"So, you're 'last day of normal' means that tomorrow things might be different?"
"Yes, today my life is the way it has been for as long as I can remem...," he stopped in the middle of the word.
"Remember," I added.
"Yes, remember."
"I won't get into 'every tomorrow is different,' or remind you that it may very well be different because it will be better, or happier, or simply a new direction for your life."
"Please don't do that inspirational stuff on me," he said.
"Nope. Not trying to. I just wanted to plant this seed in your brain. This will go one of two ways. Either there is a challenge or there isn't. If there is, I know you well enough that you will make it right, as right as it can be. If there isn't a problem, I want you to promise me that you will never be 'normal' again."
"What?"
"This may sound sick, but I believe we would all benefit from a life threatening moment, a near death experience. It is not until we come close enough to lose it that we really appreciate what we have. Sometimes, some people walk away from such events and go right back into 'normal' mode without any real appreciation for life. I want you to promise me that either way you will never see your life as normal again."
He was speechless.
"Do you hear me? I want you to live life bigger than ever, wider, stronger and fuller. That, by most people's standards is NOT normal."
He turned to me and said, "Will you join me?"
"Yes, I promise!"
He hugged me and said, "I'll never forget you, my friend."
So, if you are facing any new challenges in your life and fear that today may be your last day of normal, be grateful for it. Tomorrow will be your first day of "exceptional!"

UNSEEN HEARTS

Linda Birtish literally gave herself away. Linda was an outstanding teacher who felt that if she had the time, she would like to create great art and poetry. When she was 28, however, she began to get severe headaches. Her doctors discovered that she had an enormous brain tumor. They told her that her chances of surviving an operation were about 2 percent. Therefore, rather than operate immediately, they chose to wait for six months.
She knew she had great artistry in her. So during those six months she wrote and drew feverishly. All of her poetry, except one piece, was published in magazines. All of her art, except one piece, was shown and sold at some of the leading galleries.
At the end of six months, she had the operation. The night before the operation, she decided to literally give herself away. In case of her death, she wrote a "will," in which she donated all of her body parts to those who needed them more than she would.
Unfortunately, Linda's operation was fatal. Subsequently, her eyes went to an eye bank in Bethesda, Maryland, and from there to a recipient in South Carolina. A young man, age 28, went from darkness to sight. That young man was so profoundly grateful that he wrote to the eye bank thanking them for existing. It was only the second "thank you" that the eye bank had received after giving out in excess of 30,000 eyes!

      I.            Furthermore, he said he wanted to thank the parents of the donor. They must indeed be magnificent folks to have a child who would give away her eyes. He was given the name of the Birtish family and he decided to fly to see them on Staten Island. He arrived unannounced and rang the doorbell. After hearing his introduction, Mrs. Birtish reached out and embraced him. She said, "Young man, if you've got nowhere to go, my husband and I would love for you to spend your weekend with us."

He stayed, and as he was looking around Linda's room, he saw that she'd read Plato. He'd read Plato in Braille. She'd read Hegel. He'd read Hegel in Braille. The next morning Mrs. Birtish was looking at him and said, "You know, I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before, but I don't know where."
All of a sudden she remembered. She ran upstairs and pulled out the last picture Linda had ever drawn. It was a portrait of her ideal man. The picture was virtually identical to this young man who had received Linda's eyes. Then her mother read the last poem Linda had written on her deathbed. It read:
Two hearts passing in the night
falling in love never able to gain each other's sight.

An Old Man and His Dog

Friendship is something that has no limited.Friendship not only refers to the human but also to the animals and nature!!!

An old man and his dog were walking along a country road, enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to the man that he had died. He remembered dying, and realized, too, that the dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road would lead them, and continued onward.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall, white arch that gleamed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He was pleased that he had finally arrived at heaven, and the man and his dog walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he saw someone sitting at a beautifully carved desk off to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, but is this heaven?"
"Yes, it is, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The gatekeeper gestured to his rear, and the huge gate began to open.
"I assume my friend can come in..." the man said, gesturing toward his dog.
But the reply was, "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought about it, then thanked the gatekeeper, turned back toward the road, and continued in the direction he had been going. After another long walk, he reached the top of another long hill, and he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate. There was no fence, and it looked as if the gate had never been closed, as grass had grown up around it. As he approached the gate, he saw a man just inside, sitting in the shade of a tree in a rickety old chair, reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there," the man said, pointing to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and make yourself at home."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"He's welcome too, and there's a bowl by the pump," he said. They walked through the gate and, sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a dipper hanging on it and a bowl next to it on the ground. The man filled the bowl for his dog, and then took a long drink himself.
When both were satisfied, he and the dog walked back toward the man, who was sitting under the tree waiting for them, and asked, "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "It certainly doesn't look like heaven, and there's another man down the road who said that place was heaven."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?"
"Yes, it was beautiful."
"Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it offend you for them to use the name of heaven like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but it actually saves us a lot of time. They screen out the people who are willing to leave their best friends behind."