Let me rest my head on your shoulder...

right now runs in my head a good poem of one famous egyptian poet name Faroq Gweda. i guess he even published his poems in english. but anyhow this is the interpretation of the poem resounding in my mind.......

let me lay my head on you shoulder......for relief
for i am as much tired..........as you are
let go my name.....my address....what i was before
my years are suffocated by the silent roads.......
and i came to you.........i don't know why i came
behind that door......... rains follow me........
winter.....so cold... takes my breath away.......
footsteps.......with the colour of the night.....crushes me
i have no dears.......or a home to shelter me from the flood
i came to you....carried by the wind of despair towards faith
so shall i get some rest in your eyes?
or shall i depart with my sorrows.......
and does someone give......... for no price?...for no debt?...for no counting?
let me lay my head on your shoulder..........
for i am as much tired..........as you are
tomorrow we leave as we came.........
we may forget the glimering lights and colours
we may forget the humiliation of prison and the prisoner
we may look back for a time with no title.......
we may forget and we may forget.........
so we have nothing to remeber anymore..........
a tyrant era has taught us.......
that love is a king with no homeland.....
and the kingdomes of love are...ruins and tombs of depriving
and we don't care no more........
if days went long.......
or faded away with the flood....
it's just enough for us........
that we,one day rebelled against....sorrows.
and we lived our entire lives......... few hours
we didn't calculate the price...
we didn't get debted for.........
we didn't scale our emotions.......like all the others.......in how much and how many!!!!!!!!

Blog's Name

Tought me, what dreams were made of




each time we made love




she took me away




and i told her




each time i'd hold her.................

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yes a fool believes,,,

what a fool denies



those are part of the lyrics of a great song of the famous Paul Anka


the voice and the words are not what i am about to talk about now. but the phrase that i chose to be my blogs name.

Only a Fool Believes...What a Fool Denies.

How so wise the words are... you deny something and you know it should not be denied and you believe your own.....illusion.

you believe something that you know you should deny but still you believe it.....fool!!

Music seem to .... control and impress my feelings or thoughts lately. i get too vulnerable to the meanings and the tones, the melodies and the lyrics. both arabic and english songs seem to touch something deep in me. lately more than ever.

maybe because i have gotten married and that has changed me a lot.

i'll speak more about that later on ISA nut right now let's focus on the name ...

only a fool believes

what a fool denies

My Nickname!!!

i always liked the great and most famous , the most handsome as well, Rushdy Abaza when he looked at himself in the mirror with the horrible mustache and repeating "EL OSTA ONCLE 3EZZAT" in the movie "AL MALAK AL SA3'EER" or the little angel. so i chose a name that had the same sound to my ears, "EL BASHMUHANDEZA MADAM ROBY"
that will be my first post but hopefuly not the last because i got into that blogger thing by chance but it reminded me of my diaries i lost sooooooo long ago to a man i thought would be the man of my dreams but turned out to be TAM3AN FI MUZAKARATY. lol