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Salam Alaikum!

Two weeks passed in Ramadan, after 3 hours of sleeping I just wake up, eat something and then have time to go to the mosque, what agreat feeling..my phone is in a low energy, I have to hurry finishing this post..through the window, the light is coming out from several windows, it's time to have the Se7oor, and then let's start your day by going to the mosque..for me after going back from the mosque, I will go back to bed, to sleep for an hour or two, not being lasy, but gain some moment to lay the body down, before going to work!

A day in Ramadan is a special one, you are ready to do the good things more than other days of the year, I don't know from where it comes that feeling, but Allah knows (SUWT). For me it makes feel fresh, even if your stomach is a need of things..After waking up, I have to go my work, also see the situation at school, going here and there, doing this and that, I can have a moment to read the newspapers, send smses, watch the news on the tv and some other useful things.. then it's time to prepare things to eat, go to the mosque, eat and watch my favorite tv Show Bab Al 7Ara, go back to work, or cancel a meeting then go out by car to the Marina Smir...

To be continued... 

I was deeply saddened to learn of your grandmother's death and I would like to express my sincere sympathy to you and your family.

We are never prepared for the loss of a loved one, but God is always prepared to help us through that loss.

"Nous sommes à Dieu et à lui nous retournons"

Hey it's not one of the famous books, yes the books which help you to learn english without a teacher in 10 days, but it's another tragedy, you can say another sequence of the new world wars, I think or I'm sure that the world changed after the 11/09 and after the other the operations ( terrorisme) here and there, when we said the world, we mean the ppl, the plants, the animals and everything that is move and that is not! in the Tv as in the other hands of the media, internet, radio, the newspapers, you can say the same words, one of the most important this day is the freedom, I think it was always with the ppl, even when the black ppl had to work with the cotton, or when Franz Ferdinand killed 1914 during his uncomplited visit to sarajevo and many other stuffs there and here... it always keept the same meaning, I remember when I was in the 5ème année  secondair /2000/ and I had to learn with my collegues bout the meaning of the freedom, in that time we learnt how it meant in filo, in arabic/ islam and other religions, and we saw that it had the same taste, I still remember that time, nowadays it changed 361°..I don't know if I have only this feeling or other ppl out there got the same..there are some useful steps to feel the real freedom, I did try them maself but they didn't work, perhaps I have to be another one to let em work so far, but be sure I'm not going to be that another one cuz the things are more than clear...if you visit this blog another day and you see that is no post since now, then get in mind that I'm in guantanamo!

Fasting for a whole month, that's what my friend Hicham suggest... I don't know yet if I can do it or not, but I guess I will do it, I don't have a thing to waste, I will get lot of 7asanats ;) yknow what does it mean to fast 30 days before Ramadan, I did like fasting every Monday and Thursday, I enjoy doing it even if in the summer the weather isn't that helpful and the time from the sunrise til the sunset is too long...ok it's a suggestion and we will still talk bout it. 

Hey everybody, really I don't know what to say but you have to accept my thanks, once again the blog is one of the most visited this month, I just can be happy cuz of that, and I will try my best to write more things in the future and change some stuffs...I wanted to write this post yesterday, so I couldn't for some reasons...It was a good night yesterday with the spanish music, it was romantic time... I wrote a new poem...I was standing in the moon light don't know what feeling I got, I can say it's a heavnly emotion... got some ideas on what happen in the other side, God only knows... but we will see then.

Holla... don't know what title I have to put for this post, it's something diff I'm going to write bout right now and so far away...it's clear in my face now, I can have an opinion without going and start thinking bout the changes yheard me? what can I say more than few words in here, but my heart's full and my mind too, I amma tired, can't sleep at the good time..and I can get up earlier.. the first thing I have to do is to think, maybe becuz I opend the door somethings, I had to let em out for some more time, but then the rush as always ( bad job) it isn't going to blow my neck I think.. cuz I'm still hittin the road and the streets are talkin ( I ain't the game)..today was a real goff jorney, I went for a visit to the friend of my mom, her name is Fatima and the berber ppl spell it like Fadma, that isn't our prob here, they're all names, we have to look to who takes the name! I have to say that maybe she were crazy bout this visit, or perhaps maybe I am just wrong with my thinkin, eh the most important thing's the visit!!! her doughters are too old now, back in the days I could see that they were young enof just too young for me??? but everywhere there are changes.. I didn't do the visit only cuz I got that idea in my mind, but cuz I read bout it, it doesn't mean that I miss my mother only now!!! but I'm always missin her, always thinkin of her in addition to other important things, when I started talkin with her bout that she were like whoa...me too I didn't know what happen, cuz I had a bizzar feeling, my mother is feeling what i'm doing and what I’m going to do in the past...many questions she gave me, and more answers I told her, she could know that I’m still the way I was before, perhaps there were some lil changes, but the most important thing that I....they were happy cuz of all the things they heard bout me... the poems, the music, my sisters and so on and I gave her a promise that I’ll keep it this way, I’m not living for maself but I’m living more for the others.

Like from time to  time Al Qaeda sent exxxcluziv videos to the media, Abdellah too sent an exxxxcluziv thing to his friends and foes ;) he said in the mail he sent me....

salam 3ala man itb3a alhodawakila ka3ida hadi hahhahahhaha

Salam 3alikom wara7mato alah wabarakatoh ,bari negol kolshi likyswl 3ela abdo rah labas 3elih tw7shkom bazafffff,ma3amr radi nesa kola wa7d barikom tad3iw me3aya allah ishlikom mas3ab allah i3wnkom idir likom tarik alkhir yarab ,tehlaw fi raskom fi walidikom fi sa7a deyalkom rah madyma rir hya ,mohim libari shi7aja itlab allah ikon kerib mano bash allah ikon 7edah ( fadkoroni adkrkom....)sadaka allah al3dim. abdo

Hey everybody and thanks for your visit, I'm sorry cuz I didn't post a thing for somedays ago, the cuz is that I wasn't able to use the pc (connected to the internet), I was busy with something... you can say somethings, the most important thing of them is that my homie, my bro, my mayne or whatever  you can call it, left Morocco finally, I was waiting for that day, there was a long time ago, I didn't know what I felt inside, I didn't want him to go, but I have to accept it, he passed long time ago with me (us) but he didn't have that time with his shawty, it's the good time and I just can be happy very happy for him, the count down started when we spent some moments together in the house of his aunt, we did talk lil time but we laughed that much, I think I did go back to the first version of me, the boy who can laugh much and make the other ppl laugh too!
We did laugh for long time that night, we played tha last playstation games (football), we talked bout there and bout some other things, it was a big night, the last moments, we ate together, we sleept together, too early in the morning, we had to move to Marrakech, I felt the pain in the eyes of his mother and his family, I felt the pain too, but it was good that he went away to there, to his right place beside his shawty... in Marrakech the weather was hot (36°) but healthy more than Casablanca cuz of the pollution, we went to Jamaa Lafna, he bought the things for his family and to the small kids (Moroccan things) some Marrakchi food (confectionery) it was like the first time I saw such things, the souk was full of foreigner ppl (lot of nationalities) most of them were spanish and french, they were acting like whoa cuz they saw the Moroccan jewelleries and stuffs like that in the whole souk, I was too but I wanted to cry cuz I wanted someone to be there with me...askin me if this fits or that doesn’t, if she can put that somewhere or if not, if  she can buy a thing for me, and I went away with my thinking, like I sleept for a long moment, til I heard his voice “ mfarwa_7 (the fool in moroccan) we had to go now, I didn’t want to be stopped from that dream but he did that, I went with him with another friend (Youness) without that my eyes left lookin at the things here and there, and without stopin thinking...we went to the house ( the villa I was dreaming to go to with you sometimes ago) the villa of Youness, we ate something, we took some pics, we did our prayers, we talked for some moments...we were waiting for the bro of Abdellah (Bou Bker) he had to come from Casablanca... we went to the train station,  it was full of ppl, he joined us and directly to the airoport, to check the things for the last time, the airoport too was full of ppl from diff nationalties, everything was alright, the tears wanted to go down, but I stopped them, hahaha I make em offline, it was a hard feeling, but I’m happy for him more than I’m happy for other thing, step by step he went away after we took some pictures, we were four in the car, but we went back three, he was in the air at 19h15 to Brussels, and were back with the car to the caffee to watch the match Barça VS Real Madrid...

Hey everybody, today is the international day of the poetry, and as I'm a poet or I try to be a good poet, I'm happy for everyone, who chose the deep and the wonderful way to show the feelings and the things, he feels deep in his heart. It remembers of something now, yesterday when I was bout to sleep (it was too late) a word came to my mind, I was tired and I didn't want to go and write it down (lazy), I said something with maself, if I don't write it now, I will forget it in the morning, so I went out of the bed, I turned the lights on, I held my pen and I wrote the word down, and then it came the whole poem, it needs some fixation ( coiffure), but I keept a copy with the first one. The poem can't come to you everytime, it can come to you one per month, one per two weeks, two times per a day or several times per a year, I did lose lot of the poems I wrote in the past, but now I tried my best to write them down, sometimes my friends, gave me a paper and they said here one of your poems, I acted like whoa, there are somethings we can forget, and in the other side there are loads of things we can't forget even we tried to, YknowhatImsayin? The poems are part of me, and they mean lot for me, there is another life behind them lines, there are secrets, it's another way to give/show my feelings, they're just me... full of love, full of pain, full of letters, full of knives and flowers!

Hey erybody, I hope that everything is going great witchu all, thank you very much again for visiting this web blog. Today I started reading the spanish, I forgot bout it, but I'm starting reading and writtin it again, I have a big list of languages, that I will learn from now : German - Spanish - Dutch - Swedish - Hungarian - Greek - Turkish - Hebrew -  Chinese - Japanese - Czech - Polish and much more, I think it will need loads of time, but like always I'm going to do it, even it seems that it will be hard thing ;) .