<?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-3645384177597133848</id><updated>2012-02-18T03:26:50.984-08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Diaries'/><category term='Politics vs. cooking'/><category term='fall'/><category term='THOUGHTS'/><category term='Introductory'/><title type='text'>Only a fool believes, what a fool denies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eng. Rehab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://members.home.nl/g.bekke/slides/mistery.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645384177597133848.post-4568741793563520865</id><published>2008-07-16T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:00:31.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diaries'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am a mother... it's strange to state it... I AM A MOTHER...&lt;br /&gt;i've been living it for 38 days now... with all the blessings and back-aches... with all the sleepless nights and days as well...&lt;br /&gt;yet again... i feel like i am living in a dream... going through a roller coaster... things are moving too fast for me to... to have a grip on.... somtimes i feel i am losing it!!!&lt;br /&gt;but now, i shall start my diaries as a new mother... deep inside i feel that something must've change yet i don't feel pretty much changed of the same crazy gal who once wrote here about el osta oncle 3ezzat...&lt;br /&gt;let's keep track of it and see if i really have lost that girl or if i just turned her into a crazy mother :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645384177597133848-4568741793563520865?l=fool-believes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/4568741793563520865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645384177597133848&amp;postID=4568741793563520865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/4568741793563520865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/4568741793563520865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Eng. Rehab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://members.home.nl/g.bekke/slides/mistery.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645384177597133848.post-2218618799274179256</id><published>2008-03-13T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:30:28.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&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/3645384177597133848-2218618799274179256?l=fool-believes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/2218618799274179256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645384177597133848&amp;postID=2218618799274179256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/2218618799274179256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/2218618799274179256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-famous-leader-are-you-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>Eng. Rehab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://members.home.nl/g.bekke/slides/mistery.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645384177597133848.post-3025277507589460467</id><published>2007-09-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:39:29.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Double-Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; 1st 2007 i celebrate two diff. anniversaries... well actually both are not today... but today i felt like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; both down...&lt;br /&gt;last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; (and today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;) was my 3rd anniversary with my lover (my husband now) on 25-9-2004 he told me the smashing crashing three words for the first time... "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;and two days from now (that's 3-10-2007) we'll be married for FIVE months... i can't believe it still... the man i loved ... the only man i loved... is mine...&lt;em&gt;MINE.&lt;/em&gt; i still can't grab this whole idea yet... but i wish we'll be as happy, if not more, forever and ever and ever. for we were almost at two different extremes and we were not likely to fall in love in the first place not to mention falling in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Youssef... i love you with all my heart... i love our life together no matter how different from the silky rosey pedstall i'd expect or dream of having sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645384177597133848-3025277507589460467?l=fool-believes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/3025277507589460467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645384177597133848&amp;postID=3025277507589460467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/3025277507589460467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/3025277507589460467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/2007/09/double-anniversary.html' title='Double-Anniversary...'/><author><name>Eng. Rehab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://members.home.nl/g.bekke/slides/mistery.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645384177597133848.post-3087098975561949069</id><published>2007-09-30T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:33:17.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics vs. cooking'/><title type='text'>Congress!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;standing, kafya 7'ery shary, in my little kitchen... erasing the traces of the hurricane that hit the place earlier... wearing my mobile's headphone...cause huba-huba is sleeping (no wonder it was 5:30a.m)...when it hit me... the headline in the news just striked me...&lt;br /&gt;2al 2eeh 7'er Allahum eg3aluh 7'eer ya3ny...Nour El Malky encourages Iraqi parliament to take a quick FORMAL decision about the congress DECISION concerning deviding Iraq into three separate-sub-countries under fedral authority...&lt;br /&gt;and i was like... ya lahwee yamaaah...&lt;br /&gt;tab w leeh yet3ibu nafsuhum y ya7'do decision men asasuh... mahy el set el waldah 2amet bel wageb w shwayaaaah...la2 shwayeteen talatah....&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe myself and i had to see it with my own eyes on the news and moreover elly 7ara2 dam ahly aktar...&lt;br /&gt;iran dispised the congress decision...&lt;br /&gt;iran elly la nakata laha wala gamal fil mawdo3... maybe deplomatic affairs... maybe neighbouring affairs... but not HOME AFFAIRS...&lt;br /&gt;belzimah mesh deh musibah sudah...???&lt;br /&gt;ana etfala2t 7'alaaaaas...&lt;br /&gt;w karart el 2edrab... w haffattar Youssef Koushary 7edadan 3ala el karamah al 3arabyah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645384177597133848-3087098975561949069?l=fool-believes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/3087098975561949069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645384177597133848&amp;postID=3087098975561949069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/3087098975561949069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/3087098975561949069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/2007/09/congress.html' title='Congress!!!'/><author><name>Eng. Rehab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://members.home.nl/g.bekke/slides/mistery.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645384177597133848.post-6299362727391559542</id><published>2007-09-01T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:43:56.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THOUGHTS'/><title type='text'>Did man invent time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;i have been reading a novel in which this idea was brought up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;it was about a plane crash and the rescue procedures... and the main female character wondered why did man invent time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;so that made me think... Did man invent time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i came up with this thought... man invented the segments of time to which we refer... man divided time into weeks and days... man divided time into seconds and hours.... man gave time a physical meaning... something we can measure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but time had a metaphysical meaning even before man was smart enough to know it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but the question is... why did man tear life-up into smaller segments....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have not you ever been late for something and wished you had just one more minute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have you never been in an exam and felt that time is passing faster than it usually does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or waiting for something and thought the clock might be stuck or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes, man invented portions and divisions of time... but the invention really required is... a potion that makes our nerval systems respond to those divisions equally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;man divided time to hold on to the most of life as much as possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prehistorically, people were born, people lived, ate, drank, mated and died... they didn't know and didn't care how old any of them was or how long they lived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they didn't record who the eldest person on earth was and put it in Guineas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as time went by, and during ages when life mattered more than just eat and mate... or so we thought... how long and how longer meant two different things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to live to the maximum is what matters now not to just survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so we have to grap life to the maximum divisions of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's not that much important for normal people if a nanosecond means one over ten to the power minus 9 part of a second...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people divided time in order to find excuses why they didn't do what they had to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why didn't you finish your homework?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"there's only 24 hours a day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people divided time to escape the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why didn't you finish your homework?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I was playing with my pals"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people divided time to...create things they can regret and forget easily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if only we have much time,we'd have studied better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but there's always next year, next semester, next millennium,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;excuses, lies, regrets and easy ways out... tomorrow is another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but what is tomorrow ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time... in fact... as i figured it out...is just but smaller parts of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if days really measured how long we lived... then, seconds and hours are pieces of us... slipping away ... like grains of sand in our palms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but memories... r more solid parts of us... they never slip away... and from which there's no hiding place... like my favourite song says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645384177597133848-6299362727391559542?l=fool-believes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/6299362727391559542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645384177597133848&amp;postID=6299362727391559542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/6299362727391559542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/6299362727391559542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/2007/09/did-man-invent-time.html' title='Did man invent time?'/><author><name>Eng. Rehab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://members.home.nl/g.bekke/slides/mistery.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645384177597133848.post-8444571547206085020</id><published>2007-08-08T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:38:37.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me  rest my head on your shoulder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CEnh2b23ebQ/RrpYzef3IwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k4uap-Cu8Hg/s1600-h/ATT00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096483569706410754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="237" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CEnh2b23ebQ/RrpYzef3IwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k4uap-Cu8Hg/s320/ATT00005.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;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.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;let me lay my head on you shoulder......for relief&lt;br /&gt;for i am as much tired..........as you are&lt;br /&gt;let go my name.....my address....what i was before&lt;br /&gt;my years are suffocated by the silent roads.......&lt;br /&gt;and i came to you.........i don't know why i came&lt;br /&gt;behind that door......... rains follow me........&lt;br /&gt;winter.....so cold... takes my breath away.......&lt;br /&gt;footsteps.......with the colour of the night.....crushes me&lt;br /&gt;i have no dears.......or a home to shelter me from the flood&lt;br /&gt;i came to you....carried by the wind of despair towards faith&lt;br /&gt;so shall i get some rest in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;or shall i depart with my sorrows.......&lt;br /&gt;and does someone give......... for no price?...for no debt?...for no counting?&lt;br /&gt;let me lay my head on your shoulder..........&lt;br /&gt;for i am as much tired..........as you are&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we leave as we came.........&lt;br /&gt;we may forget the glimering lights and colours&lt;br /&gt;we may forget the humiliation of prison and the prisoner&lt;br /&gt;we may look back for a time with no title.......&lt;br /&gt;we may forget and we may forget.........&lt;br /&gt;so we have nothing to remeber anymore..........&lt;br /&gt;a tyrant era has taught us.......&lt;br /&gt;that love is a king with no homeland.....&lt;br /&gt;and the kingdomes of love are...ruins and tombs of depriving&lt;br /&gt;and we don't care no more........&lt;br /&gt;if days went long.......&lt;br /&gt;or faded away with the flood....&lt;br /&gt;it's just enough for us........&lt;br /&gt;that we,one day rebelled against....sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;and we lived our entire lives......... few hours&lt;br /&gt;we didn't calculate the price...&lt;br /&gt;we didn't get debted for.........&lt;br /&gt;we didn't scale our emotions.......like all the others.......in how much and how many!!!!!!!!&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/3645384177597133848-8444571547206085020?l=fool-believes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/8444571547206085020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645384177597133848&amp;postID=8444571547206085020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/8444571547206085020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/8444571547206085020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-me-lay-my-rest-my-head-on-your.html' title='Let me  rest my head on your shoulder...'/><author><name>Eng. Rehab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://members.home.nl/g.bekke/slides/mistery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CEnh2b23ebQ/RrpYzef3IwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k4uap-Cu8Hg/s72-c/ATT00005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645384177597133848.post-5150044933554616244</id><published>2007-08-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:38:37.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introductory'/><title type='text'>Blog's Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CEnh2b23ebQ/RrScMuf3IvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lhgifjQBUZ8/s1600-h/egy318fm3qv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tought me, what dreams were made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;each time we made love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;she took me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and i told her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;each time i'd hold her.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;yes a fool believes,,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;what a fool denies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;those are part of the lyrics of a great song of the famous Paul Anka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Only a Fool Believes...What a Fool Denies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;How so wise the words are... you deny something and you know it should not be denied and you believe your own.....illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;you believe something that you know you should deny but still you believe it.....fool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;maybe because i have gotten married and that has changed me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i'll speak more about that later on ISA nut right now let's focus on the name ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;only a fool believes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;what a fool denies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645384177597133848-5150044933554616244?l=fool-believes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/5150044933554616244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645384177597133848&amp;postID=5150044933554616244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/5150044933554616244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/5150044933554616244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogs-name.html' title='Blog&apos;s Name'/><author><name>Eng. Rehab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://members.home.nl/g.bekke/slides/mistery.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645384177597133848.post-166469923201960528</id><published>2007-08-03T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:40:58.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>My Nickname!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645384177597133848-166469923201960528?l=fool-believes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/feeds/166469923201960528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645384177597133848&amp;postID=166469923201960528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/166469923201960528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645384177597133848/posts/default/166469923201960528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fool-believes.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-nickname.html' title='My Nickname!!!'/><author><name>Eng. 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