Take me Away,, oh my Savior

I believe but I am not strong any more … I feel myself getting weaker from inside … I think I want to just leave … I want to go away,, far far away .. Let me go ..

 

A feeling I have of a never complete

May stay here for ever if I don’t speak

 

I indulge my self with everyday life

Ignore that feeling that is killing me inside

 

Please come and take me oh so far away

I just want to leave this pain here and go

 

Take me to a strange land

That I don’t know about

 

Where people will know me

For the very first time

 

I will call that a fresh new start…

 

Ill start knowing people and

Start enjoying life

 

I need to know those Who I never met

Those that I didn’t discover Their ugly side yet

 

Take me far away ,, I can’t bare

To live among people who don’t even care

 

They only want to see me smile all the time

They don’t care if this smile conceal the pain of time

 

Everyone I speak to ,, say that I’ve changed

No one wants to understand that my heart is in ache

 

I tell them my mind is filled with lot of things

They think I am overreacting to a small minor thing

 

I know you understand me, I know you read my eyes

I know you know that all the people I loved didn’t love me as much

 

I still love them all an unconditional love

But I can’t bear to see them think my love is fake

 

I want to keep loving them the way I always did

I want to look at them as if I was never hurt

 

I want to be around them as if time has never passed

And the sun never set on our good days

 

Take me way so

This world will know

How much I loved

How much I cared

How much I sacrificed

For their peace of mind

 

I want them to miss me when I am not around

I want them to miss my laugh and my smile

 

I want them to know how many times I silently stood there for their care

 

Take me away I don’t want them any more

Take me away, ill think of you as my savior

Take me away to the land of strangers

Take me away despite of what they might say

I’ll take a life oath to you

Because you are the only one that care

 

Dream

My eyes lid were slightly fighting the urge to stay closed, My eyes fought the light to unveil a foggy view of uncertain objects, it was not soon that i realized that i was a prisoner of the savages whom i didn’t recognize. i was under their mercy to the undefined time. i was on my bare knees that could feel the uncomfortable forest carpet, i could sense the things i was upon: barren tree leaves, dead ants, and a lot of dirt. it was summer yet the breeze that day was refreshing. “How ironic” i told myself, i never felt so connected to nature as now, now that i face the true death. i can see the bullet that would kill me now, it is being placed in to that gun and brought forward to me. as i could feel my heart beat racing, my blood running though my veins, my sweat across my skin, i could feel every move ,, every thing, my senses were never awake like this as that gun reached my forehead were it found its home and those figure started to tickle that trigger until it happened.

I opened my eyes and saw lavender sheets and a bright white light, it wasn’t until few moments passed that i realized that i was in my room lying on my comfortable bed, with the air conditioner’s breeze comforting my heat and that bright light on my roof. “It was Just a Dream” i mumbled with my self releasing a serene sight.

If it was a reality, and i was living those moments i would say “What an unfair crucial world” since it isn’t , the only thing i have to think is how should i make this better for the people who may actually live that. i don’t know who they are, where are they from, or why are they in that situation. a wrong person at the wrong time in the wrong place, a psychopaths victim, a criminals joy, or just war. all that i know is that is a situation for no person to be at, not me , not my best friend, and definitely not for my worst enemy.

all that i could do in that moment was to raise my hand to the sky, and pray to all with the most pure call to my god for mercy. but i realize that if i ever had the chance to prevent one person from being in that situation i would do my best.

How would i do that, why, and where,, i have no idea,, but i know that if my dream was this bad,, the reality is definitely the worst.. and if i ever get into such situation and survive, then this page is where you can find the story,,

Thank you for reading,, Keep save,, Love You.

 

Logo “Sawa3ed” تصميم شعار “سواعد”

Hello Every one …. this is one of my logo designs that i would like to share with you…

The logo is for an Arab college student club group to encourage volunteer work among young Arab college students.

“Sawa3ed” is an arabic word meaning helping hands or wings, the logo is an illustration of 3 hands coming together to represent helping and support.

I also played with the name of the group in english replacing the extra E in “Sawaeed” with the number 3 as it is used as a slang in teenage and young arab groups when writing to give a name an edgier feel as its appropriate to the audience its targeted to.

Hope you guys like it ^_^

 

Logo “Ghars” تصميم شعار “غرس”

Hello Every One,,, Hope you R having fun. Today am gonna share this simple logo design that i did.

Basically to understand the Logo you have to understand the Word “Ghars”, its actually an Arabic word meaning Planting or implantation, hence the logo is for a mock-up agricultural firm.

Hope you like it,,, Waiting for your comments ^_^

 

The Poster بوستر

تصميم: بوستر

أهلاً لجميع متابعي مدونتي ^ـ^ رجعت اليوم بعد غياب طويل بعدد من التصاميم أولها هذا البوستر

لغلاف مطبوعات،،، أتمنى أنه يعيبكم و في إنتظار ردودكم

 

سأنضج غدا قلبا و قالبا ..و لكن ..

سأنضج غدا قلبا و قالبا ..و لكن .. دعوني اعيش لحظتي اليوم

سيكبر قلبي و أبدأ أشعر ..بخفقانه.. كما لم المح من قبل

سيغدو قلبي بحرا مغايراً… سيعشق و يسرق من عيني النوم

دعوني انظر الى من احب بعشق فقد لا يدوم نظري اليوم

قد لا احس بلمسه و لا احس بنظرته تخترق كياني اليوم

هي ليست مشاعر عشق التي اصفها بل مشاعر صدق لاصدقاء و اعزاء تحت الثرى مستقرهم اليوم

اشتاقت لهم عيني ..و اذني.. و حواسي لهم تنادي يا قوم

تركوني في دنيتي و هم في برزخ …لا اسمع لهم حس و لا صوت

سينضج قلبي و عقلي ذات يوم.. و امضي بحياتي الى قدر محتوم

سياتي ذلك الدهر الذي.. اجدني امام مرآتي واقفة انوح

سالاحق شيب رأسي و اخفيه،،، فياليت شبابي ،،، أيااااا ليته يدوم

ستشق طريقها لوجهي تجاعيدٌ كالاخاديدِ تحكي ما عشته ذات يوم

سأنضج ذات يومٍ قلبا و قالبا …و سأحكي الحِكَمَ التي لقنني الزمان دروسها يوما بعد يوم

لماذا افكر الآن بكل هذا،،، فهو قدري و لا محال منه ..و لا وجود لباب الهروب

و ساستقبل الايام التي ساعيش ..مرها و حلوها.. و احتضنها فهي ما قدرها لي رب رحوم

 

سابدا طفلة مشاكسة همها لعبتها،،، و اغدو فتاة مطيعة ترضي والدتها،، ثم شابة ثائرة تبحث عن كيانها،،، فمرأة بيدي من اصبح جزءاً من وجودها و هي ثم أم تحتضن اجمل احلامها ثم لا اعلم ما قد يكون مكانها…

 

سنكبر جميعنا و تندمج مراحل نمونا فينا الا تلك الطفلة تظل طفلة داخلنا ..لا تكبر.. و لا تسأم.. فمهما كبرت قالبا يظل جزء من قلبي طفلا عمره يوم..

لبيه .. لبيه… لبيك يا احلامي،،، فانتي سكوني و سلامي،،، و انتي ملاذي من ظلامي

 

لا زلت شابة ثائرة تبحث عن كيانها فلا اعلم كيف تلاطم امواج الحياة أحلامي

و لكنني أعلم أنني سأنضج غدا قلبا و قالبا و لكن دعوني اعيش لحظتي اليوم

 

Language of “Sorry”

It was a summer day, the sun is there as bright as a star can shine, and as annoying “diva” as a thing named “star” can be. I came back home to find my mom made one of my favorite Emirati sweets named “Khabees”, that although I know how to cook I never bothered to learn how to make it. I sat in my regular couch in the living room with my laptop on my lap, As usual, flipping from one page to another and probably shortening the lifespan of my fingers by typing like crazy, with that cheesy smile on my face cause I know mom just apologized to me.

If your gonna read that piece one more time, trying to spot in which part mom apologized at then I will save you the trouble and say the magic is in the “Khabees”,, How? That is my mom’s language of sorry.

Through my interaction with different people that passed through my life, I realized the fact that apology is a very hard step for many people, I am not a psychologist but that can be because of the self-esteem issues or their moral compass is just different from mine. However I know one thing that every person apologies is their own way.

Going back to the root is not always helpful. For example if a person drops a pen from your hand then apologizes for that its good, but the same person can get you in a big problem with your boss, maybe even unintentionally, yet not show any sort of remorse. On the other hand there are people who will apologize clearly for any big trouble caused by them, but a small issue like dropping a pen may not make them even blink again.

The question is: How would you rather be friends with?

I don’t think that is a proper question to ask, since I don’t believe you have full control on who your friends are, or at least not always, yet for me I would rather be with the 2^nd person, because he/she can be rude sometimes, but when it really matters their morals are clear.

Then we meet the OTHER kind of people, like my mom, who will Never Ever say the word sorry or any of its synonyms by their mouth, rather make a gesture that by time you should be programmed to read as their sincere apology.

I should admit that sometimes it makes me frustrated, sad, and gives me the blue,,, yet I rather be with someone that gives me a sign of remorse than someone who ignores the whole situation.

I know that different people apologize distinctly, some bring flowers, others cook, and some write letters, I don’t know If it’s the right thing to do, but I learned that this situation just exist, and like many thing in life, this is one of the situations that a hard right or wrong does not apply here. Yet it is up to the people to see if its something they can accept or not…

Soo ,,, tell me,,, is this is something you would prefer, or you need your apology to be loud and clear…