<?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-4651239860117047512</id><updated>2011-09-28T13:52:48.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on my way</title><subtitle type='html'>Some thoughts walk on the way while others refuse to stop.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-888157964723798723</id><published>2011-03-25T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T02:54:19.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bottle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "  &gt;A 50 years old man purchased a 10 years aged bottle of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "  &gt;Many times that man was about to open the bottle but just before doing the same he used to leave it as is telling himself : Let me leave this bottle to be aged more so that the wine will be tastier and tastier…let me leave it for a special occasion like my child wedding or the baptism of my grandson …. let me keep it beneath my bed waiting for the right moment to come…It did not come yet but it has to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "  &gt;Years after years he kept imagining how good the wine will be inside that bottle how much happiness and joy it can give to the one who would drink it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "  &gt;His child got married and had his son baptised but the bottle was left closed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "  &gt;Unfortunately ,he died without drinking the bottle and in order to respect his passion toward it his son decided to bury it with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "  &gt;The man did not drink his wine or even let anybody else do teaching us to know that the right moment might just be the one we live now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-888157964723798723?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/888157964723798723/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2011/03/bottle-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/888157964723798723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/888157964723798723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2011/03/bottle-of-life.html' title='A Bottle of Life'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-3919449873954720974</id><published>2011-03-04T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:07:49.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations" dir="ltr"&gt;Wrath of&lt;/span&gt; Heaven &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;is only known &lt;/span&gt;by who lives &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ground&lt;/span&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/4651239860117047512-3919449873954720974?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/3919449873954720974/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2011/03/wrath.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/3919449873954720974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/3919449873954720974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2011/03/wrath.html' title='Wrath'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-2772465429127606606</id><published>2011-01-24T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:14:52.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A sound from the past can make the present silent forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/4651239860117047512-2772465429127606606?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/2772465429127606606/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2011/01/sound.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/2772465429127606606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/2772465429127606606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2011/01/sound.html' title='A Sound'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-6870139156383399810</id><published>2010-12-28T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:58:49.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blessed are the people who live in bless and know that they are blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-6870139156383399810?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/6870139156383399810/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/6870139156383399810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/6870139156383399810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessing.html' title='The Real Blessing'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-3074781715472275868</id><published>2010-12-28T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:54:29.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " dir="ltr"  &gt;Tomorrow when we go who will remember that we were here..&lt;/span&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/4651239860117047512-3074781715472275868?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/3074781715472275868/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/12/leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/3074781715472275868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/3074781715472275868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/12/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-1516060515134107166</id><published>2010-05-31T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:54:51.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Liberty Fleet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The whole words of the world cannot prevent a bullet from reaching the chest of an innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4651239860117047512-1516060515134107166?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/1516060515134107166/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/about-liberty-fleet.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/1516060515134107166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/1516060515134107166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/about-liberty-fleet.html' title='About Liberty Fleet'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-8444573599419935201</id><published>2010-05-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:34:30.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Vs Signal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I thought I Found A sign It turned to be be a false signal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-8444573599419935201?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/8444573599419935201/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/sign-vs-singnal.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/8444573599419935201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/8444573599419935201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/sign-vs-singnal.html' title='Sign Vs Signal'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-4214644059173164222</id><published>2010-05-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:53:44.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Truth of A Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); " dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; It is very hard to distinguish between the unbelievable truth &amp;amp; the unbelievable lie because we don't believe anyone of them ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4651239860117047512-4214644059173164222?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/4214644059173164222/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/truth-of-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/4214644059173164222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/4214644059173164222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/truth-of-lie.html' title='A Truth of A Lie'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-3092884490809631678</id><published>2010-05-05T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:06:46.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bottle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A 50 years old man purchased a 10 years aged bottle of wine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many times that man was about to open the bottle but just before doing the same he used to leave it as is telling himself :  Let me leave this bottle to be aged more so that the wine will be tastier and tastier…let me leave it for a special occasion like my child wedding or the baptism of my grandson …. let me keep it beneath my bed waiting for the right moment to come…It did not come yet but it has to come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Years after years he kept imagining how good the wine will be inside that bottle how much happiness and joy it can give to the one who will drink it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His child got married and had his son baptized but the bottle was left closed…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The died without drinking the bottle and in order to respect his passion toward it his son decided to bury &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;it with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The man did not drink his wine or even let anybody else do teaching us to know that the right moment  might just be the one we live now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-3092884490809631678?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/3092884490809631678/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/bottle-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/3092884490809631678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/3092884490809631678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/bottle-of-life.html' title='A bottle of Life'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-2851620231205499850</id><published>2010-05-04T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:41:03.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent discussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; " dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A Silent discussion cannot be heard neither by ears nor by souls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-2851620231205499850?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/2851620231205499850/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/silent-discussion.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/2851620231205499850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/2851620231205499850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2010/05/silent-discussion.html' title='Silent discussion'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-7151266350892198751</id><published>2009-10-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:22:57.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;direction: ltr; "&gt;The Real Artists put off their religions and nationalities and become only Humans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-7151266350892198751?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/7151266350892198751/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/10/thought.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/7151266350892198751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/7151266350892198751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/10/thought.html' title='A Thought'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-1418979913294838363</id><published>2009-09-06T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:55:42.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitalism &amp;  Poor People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;some poor people think that capitalism is good dreaming that its intent is to let them have the chance to have capitals, while its real intent is to keep them without capital ,in order to keep the poor poor and the rich rich&lt;/span&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/4651239860117047512-1418979913294838363?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/1418979913294838363/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/09/capitalism-poor-people.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/1418979913294838363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/1418979913294838363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/09/capitalism-poor-people.html' title='Capitalism &amp;  Poor People'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-2322374917040156500</id><published>2009-06-24T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:06:33.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fifth Day-Dear Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Dear Death&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Today let us put love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on the love that died&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Let us forgive the rose of longing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for its thorns which injured&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;let us roam the land of our insisters &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;sink in the earth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;to touch the seed of the rose &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;whose leafs like mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;die outside its garden&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Dear Death &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Today life lives for our sorrow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;our dead tears are its fuel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;our beloved people leaving us as well &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Dear Death &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Today Let us roam the land of my kingdom &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Let us go deep inside my sorrow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to touch the seed of the rose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whose leaves like mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;die outside its garden&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Dear Death &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Today let us glorify sorrow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dress it our tears &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;and kiss the forehead of the criminal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;will such kisses make us alive?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Dear Death &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;Today let me stab myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sink in my body &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;touch the bite of my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which is like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="line-height:115%; Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SYfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.5pt;color:#333333;"&gt; dies in another body &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-2322374917040156500?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/2322374917040156500/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/06/fifth-day-dear-death.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/2322374917040156500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/2322374917040156500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/06/fifth-day-dear-death.html' title='The Fifth Day-Dear Death'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-4616303929744380541</id><published>2009-05-20T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:17:02.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Memory-The Fourth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;For how many years we are here. When hungry we eat each other we smash each other we humiliate each other while I am you and you are me.&lt;br /&gt;For how many times you stabbed the back of your friend by your beautiful sword then the sword extended and went around the globe till it stabbed your back so than you are not be able to remove it unless to remove it from the back of your friend and cure him in order to have him cure you.&lt;br /&gt;If we do really understand the instructions of the Lord we will not be such fools. we will not be like hedgehogs due to the thorns seeded on our backs by our close people.&lt;br /&gt;Hey you love each other and forgive and understand that we are one body in front of him … Will your hand cut your leg? Will your foot hit the other foot? Will your heart increase the blood pressure in order to explode your brain…? As much as each part of your body is important to you we are important to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-4616303929744380541?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/4616303929744380541/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-memory-fourth-day.html#comment-form' title='1 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/4616303929744380541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/4616303929744380541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-memory-fourth-day.html' title='Days of Memory-The Fourth Day'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-2578195205355716805</id><published>2009-05-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:29:52.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Memory-The Third Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="justify"&gt;When he thanked me he surprised me since how long I did not hear his thanks what bad feeling you have when punishment and no appreciation is your reward  whether you did something or even you did not.&lt;br /&gt;Why  do I care about how I look like in other people eyes more that I do care about how I really look like. Did I forget that the mirror mirrors and reflects my image? If this is case with mirror which does that perfectly what about people eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Some eyes are not able to see or to understand what they see do I have to describe to them who I am? should I care about them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-2578195205355716805?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/2578195205355716805/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-memory-third-day.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/2578195205355716805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/2578195205355716805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-memory-third-day.html' title='Days of Memory-The Third Day'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-212013221231293068</id><published>2009-05-12T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:49:36.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Memory-The Second Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;Today while I was running on the Treadmill at the gym I discovered that running on that machine is like our lives these hard days when you keep running and running but you stay in the same place even though you run faster and faster but you won’t move a finger...on the other hand when you stop running you will be thrown out of the Treadmill ...out of Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-212013221231293068?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/212013221231293068/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-memory-second-day.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/212013221231293068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/212013221231293068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-memory-second-day.html' title='Days of Memory-The Second Day'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651239860117047512.post-4310740432341293583</id><published>2009-05-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:27:37.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Memory-The First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;Today my blood boiled again it was that reckless who added fire on fire below my body so that my veins were about to burst and my blood was about to vaporize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;The top in our days is sunk into pain and suffering swamp.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to chose my lord because I love him or because I couldn’t find a way easier than the way of Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;I am tied seeking wisdom from you my lord it is the greatest thing a man can have ...so much I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;How can he threaten me to cut the rope tying me to him....does he forget that he is also tied to a rope and the one the top can cut it anytime&lt;br /&gt;Hello fire burring inside me scattering my thoughts why don’t you get outside me to lighten the way of survival? ... is it enough for you to scatter me or you can purify my from inside?&lt;br /&gt;Oh little hope I will pursue you tonight...isn’t it the time when my voice is heard by ears other than mine?&lt;br /&gt;I have some happiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651239860117047512-4310740432341293583?l=thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/feeds/4310740432341293583/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-memory-first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/4310740432341293583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651239860117047512/posts/default/4310740432341293583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsonmyways.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-of-memory-first-day.html' title='Days of Memory-The First Day'/><author><name>Jamil Habib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946981046909748632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h8FHr_mpcng/ShWdzZZTnII/AAAAAAAAAAM/MOu9YxUwx9w/S220/20081001069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
