Showing posts with label Emotions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emotions. Show all posts

08 February 2019

Arabic Language Fanatic | مُتَعصَّبٌ للغةِ العربية

يَتنازَعون على أفضليَّةِ أجهِزة...
أو أيُّهما أحسَنُ من بَرامِجها التَّشغيلِيَّة...
و هُم حتّٰى لم يُساهِموا بالصَّنعة...
وكَأنَّه لَمْ يتبقَّ بالعالمِ أيَّةُ مُشْكلةٍ...
فأنا مُتَعصَّبٌ جداً للغةِ العربية...
فهي تُهدي لمشاعري الحياةَ...
و على التعبيرِ عنها قادِرة...
و لكِن ليس مُهم أن تَتَحدث بأيِّ لُغة... 
الأهَمُّ بالنِّهايَةِ...
أن تَصِل إلى نتيجة 


They argue about the preferences of their devices...
Or which of them runs the best operating system...
While they weren't even a part of the manufacturing process...
As if there isn't any other problem left in the world... 
I am an Arabic language fanatic... 
Since It's capable of bringing life to my emotions... 
And allows me to express myself precisely... 
Eventually, it doesn't matter what language do you speak...
At the end... 
The important thing is that you get to some results





25 January 2019

أوسكار الحياة | The Oscars of life

أرى الحَياة كَتَمثيلِيَّة جَميعُنا بها الأبطال...
و أنا لي حُريَّة الخَيار بِمُشاهدةِ الأوسكار... 
أتجاهَلُ أنا الكَثير لأرَكِّز على بعضِ الأمور... 
فابتعد عن الحياة و البشر و كُلَّ شئٍ مار... 
أحتاج أنا جيوش لإخراجِ ما خُبِزَ بِالتَّنور... 
أفكار جَمَّة برأسي تدور كإعصارِ فُشار... 
أرغب لها بأن تظهر لِتَرى جميعها النُّور... 
و لا أرغب أن يأتي آخِر نهار قبلَ خُروج الإعصار!

I see life as a TV series and we are all the stars...
And I have the freedom to watch or turn off the Oscars...
I ignore somethings trying to concentrate on other things...
And that makes me keep away of life, people and every passing thing... 
Things that I want to bring out in the dark to radiate some light... 
Things that would need armies to help me out in this lifetime... 
All those ideas popping in my head like popcorn... 
I don't want to be sorry for not letting it all out before the last day comes to an end... 
I am so sorry if I am not much around. 


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شفت التصميم مكان و قررت اطبقه بطريقتي على ساعتي الرقمية و على ساعة فعلية ممكن أعلقها بالبيت...

06 December 2018

قصيد...لحبيبٍ بعيد

سوف لن أبكي و انا أحكي ما سيأتي عن ما كان...
فأنا الآنَ أفضلُ مِن ما كُنتُ عليهِ بعد ما كان...
كانت دُموعي تنزِفُ في طريقي لأيِّ مكان...
تليها ضحكةٌ هستيريةٌ متذكراً لمزاحك بكل مكان...
و أبكي الآن لرحيلك و لم أكن انا بالمكان...
مسافراً للعملِ؛ ما كان ذلكَ بالحسبان...
الآن تسيلُ دُموعي عند زيارتِك في ذاكَ المَكان...
رحلَ قلبيَ و عقليَ لا يُصدقُّ ما تُشاهدهُ العَينان...
فهي ترى قِطعةَ رُخامٍ فوق حوضِ رِمالٍ تَحملُ اسمكَ...
كما أحمِلَه أنا الآن...
و هو مازالَ على أملِ أن تعودَ يوماً من سفرِك...
ناكرٌ بأنه سفرٍ الى الابد...فَسُحقاً لِذاك الزمان...
زمان اليوم المشؤوم عندما استيقظتُ للعمل باكراً...
لأجد تلك الرسالة من كائناً ما كان...
معزياً لي بما كان...
فاتصلتُ بأخي سائلاً إن كان ما كان قد كان...
فَأصبحت نارَ قلبيَ بركان...
عذراً ابي...
كتبت هذا إحتفاءً بيوم ميلادك منذ أيام...
و مات الفرح بطلاً مٌحاولاً مِلئ فَراغَ فِراقك بِقلبي...فكان ما كان...
مازلت لا استطيع ان اترحم عليك الى الآن...
فذلك اعترافٌ من عقلبي بأن الذي كان كان...
انا مُبَرمَجٌ على أنّ من غاب دائماً يعود...
و انت أول قريب لي جداً...
ي
م
و
ت
فإن عُدتَ الآن حالاً من سفرك...
لن امانع حتىّ أن أرِثَ عنك أنفك...
لا اعلمُ الغيبَ لكن...
أتمنى انّكَ الآن تَضْحك...
في ذاك المكان...
مسافرٌ قلبي الآن...
بشار ⁦❤️⁩ عبداللطيف البعنون؛


الفاتحة على أرواح المؤمنين و المؤمنات


I will not cry while I am telling the upcoming about what happened...
I am better now than how I was after what happened...
When I used to bleed tears while I am walking or driving to anywhere...
Followed by a hysterical laugh remembering your jokes everywhere...
And now I cry because you left and I wasn't there...
Traveling for work and that was not taken into account and it was not fair...
Now my tears flows when I visit you in that place...
My heart is gone and my brain can not process what my eyes are seeing...
It sees a piece of marble on a pool of sand with your name on it...
The way I am carrying your name with me now everywhere...
While my brain is still hoping that one day you will return from a traveling trip...
Denying that it's a trip for eternity...
Damn it time...
That time when I woke up early for work that day...
To find that message sent by an anonymous number...
Giving me their condolences for what happened...
So I called my brother to make sure if what I thought happened happened...
That is when the fire in my heart turned to a volcano...
Sorry Dad...
I started writing this to celebrate your birthday which was few days ago...
But happiness died as a hero while trying to fill the emptiness you left in my heart...
After what happened happened...
I can not say RIP until now...
Because that means my brain and heart are admitting that what happened actually happened...
I am programmed on; who leaves will always one day return...
And you are my first very close relative to...
D
I
E
If you return now from your traveling trip...
I wouldn't even mind to inherit your nose...
I don't know the unknown but...
I wish that you are now laughing...
In that place...
Where my heart is now traveling
Bashar ❤️ Abdullatif;

19 October 2018

عِشرَة تويتر


هذا ليس شاهد قبرٍ لِعصفورِ تويتر...
بل ١٠ أعوامٍ مضت على إنضمامي لتويتر...
ما بين تغريداتٍ بِمعانٍ عميقة...سطحية...علمية...خلاقة...
أو كلمات لن تغني أو تفيد...
مكررة أو فارغة...
إستخدمته كدكتورٍ نفسي...
اسكبُ به ما بِداخلي...
قد أحصل منه على ردودٍ فِعلية...
على العكس من الدكاترة النفسية!
توبِعتُ من أكثرِ من سِتمائةٍ لأسباب مازلت أجهلها...
و تابَعتُ جميع الاراء...
تسببت بزحامِ فكري فجعلتني ارى الصحة في جميع وجهاتِ النظر...
هي صحيحة حسب منظورها الخاص...
مما زاد الصخب في رأسي...
في تويتر...ترى عصارات الأدمِغة تَليها تِلك الصور...
على العكسِ من انستاجرام...صُورِ ما يَسبِقُ عِصارات المعدة...
تليها دزينة من الوُسَمْ!
فليَعْصِر من يَعْصِر...
أما أنا...
تستهويني العِصارات الاولى لا باقي العِصر...
١٠ أعوام...
ثلاثة منها سبقت ذاك الخرف العربي...
اقصد الخريف العربي...
بل الربيع...
يبيله چاي الربيع مع زعفران و هيل...
اولغا؟

"ما يسبق عصارات المعدة": الطعام
"دزينة": درزن
"الوسم": هاشتاغ

This is not the gravestone of twitter's bird
It's my way to mark my ten years on twitter
Between deep tweets, superficial, scientific, creative or useless ones
Repeated or empty words
I use it as my personal psychologist
Where I pour into it whatever hiding inside of me
Sometimes I actually received feedback
Unlike nothingness which I get as feedback back from psychiatrists
I was followed by more than 600 for reasons I still can not figure it out
And I followed all kind opinions
Which caused me a mental traffic, that made me see correctness in all point of views
Each of them is correct according to their own perspective
Which increased the noise in my head
 In twitter, you can read "crème de la crème" of brains followed by pictures
Unlike instagram, where you will see photos of food followed by gastric acids
I prefer the first kind not the second
Ten years...
Three of them were before the Arab Alzheimer
I meant The Arab Autumn
Ops...Spring...
Now I am in the mood for spring tea with saffron and cumin


مجموعة تغريدات: #
مجموعة تغريدات: 

11 January 2009

Today on Youtube

OK guys, while I was driving to work today...I heard about a soccer player (African Muslim playing for Spanish team) called Frédéric Omar kanoute who was playing on a game, then he raised his t-shirt that's when a shirt beneath appeared saying "Palestine" in different languages.

He had to pay 3000 USD for doing that...
As far as I know a year or so another football player (also African) kissed "Israeli" flag but they didn't make him pay cash for it...If this is not double standards I don't know what it is.

You can watch him here



I also watched a Palestinian father who lost 4 of his kids in an Isreali bomber by a school of the UNRWA.

You can watch him here




19 August 2007

Earthquake hits Kuwait!


Well, yesterday (Sat.) early morning around 2 A.M., I was in my room (third floor) on my bed working on a new project when my bed begun to shake and I looked exactly like this ---> :S
ما خليت آيه حفظونا اياها بالمدرسة ما قلتها LOL
I had no idea what was going on, I though USA initiated a new war or invaded a new country in the region or something.

Anway later I went down stairs and asked my little brother if he felt it, he replied NO and laughed, then I went to my mother and asked her too, she thought I was kidding.

On the moring while I was driving to work, they were talking about it on the radio and that's when I knew it was an earthquake ~:O

We never have them in Kuwait or at least we can't feel them when they happen but this one was 4.3-magnitude earthquake, I guess that's why I felt it.

21 February 2007

15 February 2007

Valetine's day sucks [I hated you!]

Your love is false, you have no conscience...
Yes I loved you, I adored you and now I hated you!
I hated you because you are just a mask and a play wreckage whose hero is the agony!

You are a lie in the shape on an angel, for many years and nights my life was devoted to you...
I am writing the story of your love with my tears while you are wiping it off with a stroke!

You successfully won the bet of your friends and my love story became a joke which you shared with your friends...
Go and laugh with them until the morning and may God help me!

You entered my life by a mistake, you are just a selfish person and that's why I hated you without compromise...
Oh God, you are the compensation and the arbitrator!

Your love is false, you have no conscience...
Yes I loved you, I adored you and now I hated you!
I hated you because you are just a mask and a play wreckage whose hero is the agony!


Watch the music video of the song above at youtube or read more about the translated song at my music blog

14 January 2007

Tribute to prince Jaber


Tribute to prince Jaber
Originally uploaded by radiant guy.
15th of January 2007, one year since the day he left...It's just feels like it was yesterday, time passed in a blink.
He was one of a kind, I really wish If all the leaders in the world were like him, It's would be a great world.

May his soul rest in heaven

الله يرحمه...الفاتحة على روحه.

12 December 2006

Oprah...An angel on Earth

Before a while I was watching Oprah, one of her guest was a little girl who've been living in the USA for awhile now; she is originally from Sera Leon, Africa.
The girl was telling her story when she was back there in her home country:
She was raped at age 6 by a gang, she was fighting them back so they chopped her left hand, her mother tried to stop them so they chopped her mother's hand too!
In some way they managed to scape (the mother and her daughter); the wounded mother was carring her wounded girl and walking for 3 days while the flies were feeding on their open wounds on their way to to safer place.

Shortly after awhile the mother let her little girl to leave to USA because she knew that her daughter will have a better life there and they never meet since then.
Oprah and her crew were seeking for the girl's mother for four month to reunite her with her daughter...
I WOULD LIKE TO SALUTE OPRAH, HER CREW and the girl's mother; May God bless you people.
May God bless you people, I really wish if there are more people like you in the world and more loving people like the girl's mother.

Photography by: Matthew Rolston
Photo source: Oprah.com

14 October 2006

I AM LEAVING...BYE


I AM LEAVING...BYE
Originally uploaded by radiant guy.
I am going to walk until I reach the end of the universe...
I am going to disappear for a hundred years...
I will never fall for a childish love anymore...

Probably nobody cares but If you do...
I am leaving...
My life is a mess, I need to reschudle my priorities, it's could take a day, a month or a hundred years..

Until I comeback...
Keep smiling...
Stop smoking...
And spread the world with...
PEACE & LOVE

Bashar AKA radiant guy