One day…. A hopeless man had lost in a deep forest … he was walking around, looking for his way desperately…it was so dark, and there was no sign for life, everything was dead… there were no trees, no green grass, no streams, no birds, no animals… there was no living thing at all…. He was so despair and he became so afraid…
When suddenly he saw a Red Rose…. It was the most beautiful rose he’d ever seen in his entire life…he knelt and smelt it, and he didn’t know what his feeling was…. He felt as all of his sensations became alive again…. There was something mysterious in that rose he couldn’t figure it out… and he didn’t know why the hope run through him again…..but it was something amazing to love life because of a rose…

He wanted to pull it, but he noticed that it wasn’t widely opened as it wanted to be.. and he thought that it must has the chance to continue its life and to learn about this world more… so he was obliged to leave it, but he promised it that he will come back again for it and take it to another place when everything will be alive because of that Red Rose….


8/11/2008                                      7:10 pm


Dear Judy…. I don’t know how to thank you…. What you wrote has really affected in me
I hope to see more of your nice story again….
With My Best wishes

A poor little girl was walking down the streets looking for something to eat , after walking for miles she got tierd so she laid down in a garden…. A very pretty woman in a fancy car saw her, so she stopped her car and walked toward her…
“Is everything Okay sweety”… she asked the girl.. but the girl didn’t answer her… so she said again: “You look so tired and hungry, may I help you??”… the little girl looked at her hopelessly ,her eyes started weeping ,and said in a sad voice:” Please give me a little piece of bread and that will be great”
“oh my dear… don’t cry, come with me and I’ll feed you”.. the gentle woman said

Then the woman took the girl -with her- to her palace, she gave her new
silky clothes, she fed her the most delicious meals she’d ever eat in her entire life, she bought her sweets, candies, and so many puppets and toys…. She gave her what every little girl would want to have…. At the end she gave her something she’d never imagine, a new bedroom just for her, it was so wide and beautifull, and it was in her favorite color,pink… the girl was so pleased and thankful… she gave the pretty woman a goodnight kiss and then went to sleep happily….and she was thinking of the sweet dreams she’d have that night…

“Hey you Filthy… can’t you see in front of you…. Get out of the way… go away” a shouting voice shocked her to death…. She took a look around and then looked deeper inside tha fancy car… it was that pretty woman yelling at her… and she kept yelling until that girl walked away of the road… “What  a fantastic dream I experienced” the little girl told herself….”it was the best ever!!”

7/12/2008                                10:50 pm

“I woke up now- after a long coma- on the sounds of yelling and crying ladies around me…. And I’m really so shocked and I can’t understand what’s happening …..
Oh mom….why are you crying?? Please stop!! It’s so hard on me to see your tears shedding this way…. Please mom…. Please…. You’ll kill me if you still weeping like this….but wait… what am I seeing down here…. Who’s this one in the white shroud…. Who’s dead???? Please someone tell me now who’s dead???... Mom…. What are you doing??? Why you’re removing the shroud????......
Oh my God!!!.... It’s my face…. It’s me still sleeping peacefully… it’s me in the shroud… now I see… I’m dead….
No I’m not dead…. I know that… I’ll live, but in another place…. Mom, stop crying…. Your son isn’t dead…. I’ll be living in heaven…. I’ll be flying there like a beautiful little bird…. You know deeply that I’ll have a better life… I’ll meet all the martyrs… I’ll see my father and my brothers who are martyred before me….. And I’ll tell them about everything…. I’ll tell them about all the carnages which are happening nowadays in Ghazza…. I’ll tell them about our Arabian brothers and sisters which didn’t do anything to save our community till now…. I’ll tell them about our Arabian judges who made agreements with the enemy… it’s just a shame on them…. And that shame will stick on them till death…
Mom… rise your head up and be proud…. Your husband and your boys died for the motherland… they’d killed defending on Palestine …. We died for Palestine mom…. For our Dignity…for our Glory… and for our Honor … and our accolade is the martyrdom for our earth … remember this Mom… and tell it to everyone around… just tell it to the whole world proudly”

1/1/2009                            5:00 pm



It’s just a shame on me to keep on writing as long as our brothers and sisters still being killed in Ghazza…
It’s just a shame on us to keep watching all those murders and don’t do anything…
It’s just a shame on our judges to see what’s happening and keep their agreements safe with the enemy…
It’s just a big shame will live with all of us till death….

Once upon a time, there were two girls… they were so close to each other and everyone who saw them said they were more than soul mates….they used to live for each other…. They laughed together and cried together… they played, they worked, and they shared every single moment together…. No one ever imagined what their lives would be without each other….
Days were passing by… so amazing seconds would never be forgotten, and so painful minutes they fought hardly … everything was so perfect, even it was so hard but it was fascinating at the same time cause they were together… but just One mistake can turn everything upside down…One mistake, they never thought of… just One mistake could change their lives…
The most beautiful relationship had broken…. Every memory –which gathered them- had been forgotten… no more laughs and no more joy, but there’d be always tears… tears would never find someone to wipe them away….  weepy eyes would never have a shoulder to cry on…. And a heart would never get that pure love….
After all…it will be always the same, and the story will always find its own ends….and all the good things will always come to an end….it’s a fact no one can ever change….


15/2/2009                                        12:22 am


Hi every one….
This will be the last story I’ll add….
I wanna thank you all for your reading and supporting…. I hope that you liked every short story that I wrote… and I hope that you got the point of each one…
At the end …. I wish you all the best in your lives….
May God be with you…

Twenty Forth Story .....


Alone in the dark, she sat again. Breezing winds stifling the exiguous light remaining in her broken heart. She closed her eyes allowing silence to permeate her weaken body, to take her soul to nostalgic world … a world where hope can live in the air.. When all of the sudden, a deep breath came from her skinny chest interrupted the silence.. She could feel the rain flooding the place. The breezing winds turned to become an awful storm, which smashed her windows and broke the door. That’s when she held her bluish hands tight to her shaking knees, and falling tears came from her loneliness closed her eyes, letting the silence to flow one more time .. to take her away from this chilling place .. Yet, this time, nothing interrupted the silence again .. and the light vanished to evanesced fume …     
Once upon a time in one shiny summer day!

The little girl is the symbol of hope that lived within your stories. (The End of Short Story) condemned her to death. But, you, and only you, can rescue her and bring her back to life again.

Take care of yourself my precious sister

Six little girls were playing long time ago… they grown up together,
studied together… each one of them had a different dreams and hopes, but that didn’t separate them, it made them stand by each other’s…
Each day was passing by they were becoming stronger, and their friendship was digging deeper in their souls….
Their relationship was more than friends… even more than sisters….
After they finished their high school they swore to be together till the end of time… they were so honest, and they promised each other that no matter what happens they’ll always still the best friends…

Years and months passed by…the destiny separated them… each one of them had her own way… some of them got married and had kids… some had gone to another countries… and others had continued their studying in different colleges…. but even that didn’t broke the strong bonds between them, and they kept in touch with each other’s….

Maybe one day they’ll meet again… maybe one day they’ll back to each other’s… cause always there’ll be hope as long as they had a promise between themselves …. And that’s what it means to be friends…

22/6/2009                  1:55 pm

For my Brother and best friend ...Vergil
For my best friend…. Judy
And for all of my true friends here…..

Best Regards

Ally was a dilettante singer…… she used to write her own songs and to compose her own melodies using her guitar…
She never cared about what would other say when they heard her songs… she just wanted to express her feeling in creativity way…

She sang for the laugh ,and for the tear… she sang for the joy, and for the fear… but when she wanted to sing about love she couldn’t find the right words…so she decided to give herself more time until she express the right meaning of love…

After a while… when she wanted to sing about love… a chord on her guitar had been cut, and something deep in her heart had been broken….


8/7/2009          7:11 pm