EYES FOR EARTH AND EDEN

CHOKRI OMRI
(TUNISIA)

EYES FOR EARTH AND EDEN

From this sweet Earth we have come
and launched our journey of the living.
We had and could have no time for stopping
and we will go on without thinking,

without knowing until we will truly arrive
at knowing, at thinking, at weeping
and at smiling.

This Earth is ours and our Land is rich.
Tell me please how we are deprived.
No one is born to be made for dying
if we just live life without human mapping.
How can we be too selfish and agonistic

if we love and give without wrapping?

Our eyes shall never be closed
to the Tower of Light and will
forever seek out the Truth
and be guided by every flower.

OJOS PARA TIERRA Y EDEN

De esta dulce Tierra hemos nacido
y hemos empezado el viaje de los vivos.
No hemos tenido y no podemos tener tiempo para detenernos
y seguiremos sin pensar,

sin conocer hasta que llegamos de verdad
al conocimiento, al pensamiento, al llanto,
y a la sonrisa.

Esta tierra es nuestra y nuestro Pais es rico.
Dime, por favor, que nos falta.
Nadie nace para ser destinado a morir
si vivieramos la vida sin mapas humanos.
Como ser demasiado egoistas y agnosticos.

si amamos y ofrecemos sin condiciones?

Nuestros ojos nunca cerraran
hacia la Torre de la Luz y para siempre buscaran la Verdad
y seran guiados de cada flor.

OCHI PENTRU PĂMÂNT ŞI EDEN

Din acest dulce Pământ am venit
şi ne-am început călătoria celor vii.
Nu am avut şi nu putem avea timp să ne oprim
şi vom continua fără să gândim,

fără să cunoaştem până ce ajungem cu adevărat
la cunoaştere, la gândire, la plâns
şi la zâmbet.

Acest Pământ este al nostru şi tărâmul nostru este bogat.
Spune-mi, te rog, ce ne lipseşte.
Nimeni nu se naşte ca să fie făcut să moară
de am trăi viaţa fără hărţi umane.
Cum să fim prea egoişti şi agnostici

dacă iubim şi dăm fără înveliş?

Ochii noştri nu se vor închide niciodată
către Turnul Luminii şi pe vecie vor căuta Adevărul
şi vor fi călăuziţi de fiecare floare.

Versiune românească: Mircea Filimon
(New York, Statele Unite)
Versiune spaniolă: Daniel Dragomirescu

THE OTHER DAY

but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate,
rain
fell(as it will
in spring)
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness
as if god'sflowerswere
pulling upon bells of
gold
i looked
up
and
thought to myself
Death
and will You with
elaboratefingerspossibly touch
the pink hollyhock existence whose
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly
the always
old lady always sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken
softly
at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding

DEUNĂZI

dar deunăzi
treceam pe lângă o anume
poartă,
ploaia
cădea (cum se întâmplă
primăvara)
frânghii
de argint alunecau din însorite
tunete în prospețime
de parcă florile dumnezeiești
trăgeau clopotele de
aur
am privit
în sus
și
mi-am spus în sine
Moarte
și poate Tu cu degete atente
vei atinge viața de nalbă roz ai cărei
ochi de pansea privesc de dimineață
până noaptea către stradă
neschimbată
veșnica
bătrână stând stând veșnic la
geamu-i blând ca o
aminitire
împărtașită
tandru
la a cărei poartă zâmbesc
veșnic florile alese
ale amintirii

Traducere de Mircea Filimon
(New York, Statele Unite)

في ذلك اليوم

غير أنني في ذلك
اليوم كنت مارا من
بوابة ما،
تساقط
المطر (مثلما سيفعل
في الربيع)
حبالا
من الفضة تأتي من سحاب
مشمس لتصل إلى المياه العذبة
كما لو أن أزهار الإله قد كانت
تدق أجراسا من
الذهب
نظرت عاليا
و
قلت في نفسي
يا موت
أنى لك
بأصابع واثقة أن تقترب
من الوجه الزاهي المقدس للوجود ذو
لعيون التي لا تنام لترى من الصبح إلى
الدجى في هذا الشارع
دونما تبديل
دائما هذه
لسيدة العجوز و هي تجلس دوما قرب
نافذتها الجميلة مثل
ذكرى
قد رسمت
بنعومة
تنبعث من بوابتها ابتسامة
دائمة لما انتخب من
زهور التذكير

ترجمة شكري عمري

(Translation by Chokri Omri)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR/SOBRE EL AUTOR

Chokri Omri (born 1985) is a poet, writer and teacher of English from Tunisia. His literary creation recommends him as a valuable and original voice of contemporary Arabic literature and spirituality. Since 2011, Chokri Omri is a honorary contributor in Tunisia of our multicultural journal.

Chokri Omri (n. 1985) es un poeta, escritor y profesor de ingles desde Tunisia. Su creacion literaria lo recomienda como una voz original y de valor de la literatura y de la espiritualidad arabe contemporanea. Desde 2011, Chokri Omri es un colaborador honorifico en Tunisia de nuestra revista multicultural.

Chokri Omri (n. 1985) este un poet, prozator şi profesor de engleză din Tunisia. Creaţia sa literară îl recomandă drept o voce originală şi de valoare a literaturii şi spiritualităţii arabe contemporane. Din 2011, Chokri Omri este colaborator onorific în Tunisia al revistei noastre multiculturale.

Traducere şi prezentare de Daniel Dragomirescu Daniel

Words of my Heart

Endear yourself, let me say, seek out your dignity, and never keep your head down lest, dear friend, you fail, when you fall down, to rise up like before. You will make it. You will hopefully make it no matter how perilous, daunting and imposed this way of life might seem. Arise, Awake and Be. Plant the flowers of your garden and guide the sluice of water into them. Nobody will do it better except you. Nobody will step in your shoes. Look at their flowers and wonder. Spring is coming despite winter. So, help its coming by going back to your home and garden. 'It is my faith that every flower, William Wordsworth reminds us in his poem entitled "Lines Written in Early Spring", enjoys the air it breathes.' In his turn, John Keats has something to add assuring us that even if spring is gone, 'still later flowers for the bees/until they think warm days will never cease.' To live means to be aware and take time to read, see, perceive, open windows, appreciate, love, understand, apprehend, forgive and there has never been such a fool who could fail to understand how a little child is pulling all the sky over him with a smile. Smile :)

كن عزيزًا .. و إياك أن تنحني .. مهما كان الأمر ضروريًا
فـ ربما لا تأتيك الفرصة كي ترفع رأسك مرةً أخري


«Aimer vous-même et garder jamais la tête en bas. Peut-être, mes amis, sinon, vous ne trouverez pas la chance de garder la tête comme auparavant. "


Chokri Omri

Maher Zain - I Love You So

Guide Me All the Way

كتب إسلامية علمية وأدبية

http://www.4kotob.com/

حسن محمد صالح - رواية ورش عن نافع

حسن محمد صالح - رواية ورش عن نافع

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

المصحف الكامل للقارئ حسن محمد صالح برواية ورش عن نافع

http://www.tvquran.com/hasan-mohamed-saleh-warsh.htm


الشيخ حسن محمد صالح إمام وخطيب فى المركز الاسلامى بنيويورك، وهو من جمهورية مصر 

نرجو منكم نشر الرابط في المنتديات وبين الاهل والاصدقاء وعبر رسائل الجوال

ولا تنس اعادة ارسال هذه الرسالة تكن لك بإذن الله صدقة جارية

والله الموفق

الحجاب le hijab

دوما لك الحمد:: للمتميز مشاري العفاسي-

العلّامة الشعراوي ::: أجمل ما قيل عن الرزق

عدم تطبيق الشريعة مصدر تخلفنا

يا صاحبي

المناظرة

ALLAH is the One

Read

إذا ما اعترى القلب ظلم الهموم ' مشاري العرادة.

Ottomann instrumental Tasavvuf Music (NEY TAKSIMI) "OSMANLI resimleri"

Musique Vangelis '' 1492, Christophe Colomb ''

photos - Translation Studies and Practice

photos - Translation Studies and Practice

'Translation is a heavenly gift sent to us to save the wealth of knowledge.' 
Chokri Omri

~Sourate Al Baqarah~ (Saoud Shuraim)

Online zine of poetry and everything else!

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A beautiful worth listening to ode in Arabic

نشيد اسلامي

Why Silence? - Palestine will be free

Why Silence? - Palestine will be free

'THE INVISIBLE BRIDGE OF LOVE', a poem by Roxana Jones

Roxana Jones "My books are for those who are able to put Mr or Mrs ego aside while they read." THE INVISIBLE BRIDGE OF LOVE A dedication to an old friend ♥ By: Roxana Jones He was dying And I came to his rescue Nothing to do But still I wanted to help I wanted to show him the love I had discovered The love I had become Wishing he could become it too Instead He kept seeing me through those old lenses filthy with mold and obsolescence Seven days Six nights Wishing Hoping It would happen for him For us My friend had been my murderer in another past He was supposed to heal that wound of mine in this present So that he could heal his But he was never able to see my wound I showed him how I had died in that dark dungeon beaten by him But the memories were so painful that he decided to forget Erase them forever Without knowing they were an essential part of what he had come to live…again This time, my last try I went to his bedside And asked him: Do you remember? He said no So I asked again Are you willing to remember so that you can liberate yourself? He said no And he didn’t say another word I was there like a bridge But I was an invisible bridge to him He let himself go along with his troubled waters This timeThe one that died was him Not I Roxana Jones EL PUENTE INVISIBLE DE AMOR Dedicación a un viejo amigo ♥ Por: Roxana Jones Estaba muriendo Y fui a su rescate Nada que hacer Aún así Quise ayudarlo Quise mostrarle el amor que había descubierto El amor en el que me había convertido Deseando que él se convirtiera también en el Al contrario Continuó viéndome a través de sus viejos lentes curtidos por el moho y la obsolescencia Siete días Seis noches Deseando Esperando Que sucediera por él Por nosotros Mi amigo había sido mi asesino en otro pasado Se suponía que debía sanar mi herida en el presente Para así poder sanar la suya Pero nunca pudo ver mi herida Le mostré cómo había muerto entre sus manos a golpes en aquel oscuro calabozo Pero los recuerdos eran tan dolorosos que prefirió olvidar Borrarlos para siempre Sin saber que eran parte esencial de lo que había venido a vivir…de nuevo Esta vez, mi último intento Fui y me postré al lado de su cama Pregunté: ¿Recuerdas? Respondió que no Así que pregunté de nuevo: ¿Estás dispuesto a recordar para que así te puedas liberar? Respondió que no Y no dijo una palabra más Estuve allí como un puente Más solo fui un puente invisible para él Preferió dejarse llevar por sus aguas turbias Y esta vez El que murió fue él No yo IL PONTE INVISIBILE DELL' AMORE. Dedicato a un vecchio amico ♥ By: Roxana Jones Traduzione in Lingua Italiana di Rosetta Savelli Lui stava morendo ed io mi precipitai nel soccorrerlo. Non c'era più nulla da fare ma io insistevo nel volerlo aiutare. Volevo fargli vedere l'amore che avevo scoperto, l'amore che si era sviluppato, che era cresciuto e che sarebbe potuto diventare grande invece lui continuava a vedermi attraverso quelle vecchie lenti sporche di muffa e di obsolescenza. Sette giorni, sei notti, sperandoche sarebbe potuto accadere questo per lui e per noi. Il mio amico era stato il mio assassino in un altro passato. Io dovevo guarire da quella ferita in questo mio presente, in modo che potesse guarire anche lui, da quella stessa ferita. Ma lui non fu mai in grado di vedere la mia ferita, nonostante io gli avessi mostrato in quale modo lui mi avesse uccisa in quella prigione buia. Ma i ricordi erano troppo dolorosi così che lui ha preferito dimenticare, cancellare per sempre. Senza sapere e ignorando che questo momento era una parte essenziale per la quale, lui era ritornato di nuovo a vivere un'altra nuova vita... Ora eccomi al mio ultimo tentativo, sono andata al suo capezzale e gli ho chiesto: "Ti ricordi? " Lui ha risposto di no. Così ho chiesto di nuovo: " Sei disposto a ricordare in modo da potertene poi liberare? " Lui ha risposto ancora di no e non ha detto una sola parola. Ed io sono rimasta ferma lì, ero come un ponte, un ponte d' amore, invisibile per lui. Si lasciò andare in avanti, trascinato dalle sue acque agitate. Ma questa volta, è morto solo lui e non io. Sincere and warm thanks go to Rosetta Savelli for introducing this poem by Roxana Jones and translating it into Italian. Rosetta Savelli can be reached at: http://editor.wn.com/page/rosettasavelli/Rosetta_Savelli/ http://rosettasavelliit.blogspot.it/ http://roxanajones.com/2012/05/04/a-moment-in-time-may-4th-2012/

حمود الخضر - أنا الإنسان

Humood Alkhudher - Keep Me True حمود الخضر - يحلو الوصال

Sami Yusuf - No Word Is Worthy New Album 2010 Wherever You Are with lyrics

سامي يوسف الجديد 2012 مترجم sami yusuf 2012 new

a message to israel and usa my only wish / usa europe gaza palestine

My Only Wish 4 gaza

Maher Zain - Reading Al Qur'an Surah Al-Hasyr (Chapter 59 - Verse 21).mp4

'Gaze', a short story by Ayman Jaballi

Gaze (part one) A sparrow stood on the lemon tree under which I was sitting. I put my coffee aside and kept staring at the bird for a while until another one came along. I tried to watch both of them simultaneously but this proved to be practically impossible. Watching two birds at once is exactly similar to watching none of them. “It is hard to be democratic even with birds”, I murmured while raising the cup of coffee to my mouth so as not to lose sight of one of them at least. I perplexedly wondered whether I should keep on watching the first bird or, as a matter of change, focus on the second one. I tried to convince myself that a choice between two beings equal in position and character is not always arbitrary. As if it wanted to save me the trouble of it, the first bird flew away and my gaze moved automatically to the second one. Other questions came to my mind on whether birds like being watched and the reasons why they sing louder and more devotedly when no one is looking at them. I stood up as the hot rays of the quickly rising sun reached my head. My first contact with the sun today was in the early morning, about two hours ago, when I opened the window of my little room. I was still sleepy and drowsy and the sun was shyly sending its first rays and quietly trying to wake people up. I remember the deep feeling of gratitude to the creator which engulfed me as I was experiencing anew the reviving impact of nature upon human beings. I had just finished washing my face at that time so I waited until the sun dried it up then I headed towards the kitchen to prepare my coffee. That was in the early morning. But, when the sun's rays threatened the calm of my seat under the lemon tree, I felt, quite inexplicably, afraid of it. I was thinking that this gigantic star is so vital to our existence that we would look utterly impotent without it. The sun reminded me of my total dependence upon the external elements of nature and made me think, in a quasi-paranoid way, of my bodily existence as a manacle hampering my individual autonomy and keeping me vulnerable to external variations. I tried to keep these negative ideas away so I rushed back to my room and sat on my deliberately untidy desk. In front of me was a single piece of paper which had remained untouched for the last two weeks. I looked for one of my pens but I could not find any. I bought lots of new pens lately, not out of admiration for pens but because I kept losing them all the time. This time I decided to overcome my laziness and look for one of my lost pens. I checked under the table, behind the door and inside some of my books but in vain. I ultimately gave up and took the decision of going, for the hundredth time, to the bookshop to buy another pen. I put on my jacket and started fumbling for my keys in all its numerous pockets.“This jacket should have been bought by a far wealthier person than me”, I told myself. Luckily enough, I found a red pen in one of the pockets. So, I gave up the idea of going out and went back to my desk. I hate using red pens. They make me too nervous to write anything reasonable. But, I had no other options. The paper was so blank and so neutral that I felt unable to write any word on it. I tried to break its neutrality with whatever might come to my mind. I wrote “I” and kept staring at it as if I composed a whole text. But, I soon felt that I had made a mistake and that my white paper is no longer virgin as it used to be since it was made. Does a paper really die when you write something on it? Or does it get a new life? I had no settled answer. The only thing I was truly certain of was that I could not write anything more than “I”. I started drawing random lines on the margins of the paper. I like drawing lines which mean nothing. Meaninglessness is sometimes a bliss as it does not compel you to take sides and preserves the sheer neutrality of the paper. This time, however, I felt no pleasure in drawing such purposeless lines, maybe because the red color made me feel as if the paper was bleeding. I broke the pen and kept staring at the wall in front of me. The wall, too, was all white, neutral and virgin as the paper was ten minutes ago. And I felt deeply impotent and regretful for having broken the pen. I stood up sluggishly and went to the lounge seeking refuge from the mood of despondency that overwhelmed me. I switched on the T.V. and started moving aimlessly from one station to another. I was not really watching. I was rather gazing at the screen and thinking of a thousand other things. A multitude of different voices were flowing to my ears: “U.S. secretary of state … welcome to … bodies found at … Israeli leaders in … subscribe now…”. I was pretty certain that nothing of what I was hearing would make any difference to me. The same problems and the same unwillingness to find real solutions for them is what has characterized the world scene for at least half a century. I wondered if the people who were reading these stories – the T.V. presenters – were aware of the content of what they were saying. I took the remote controller and started lowering the volume until I could hear nothing. Then, I looked at their faces to see what was behind. It seemed as if they were saying nothing. The same face gestures were repeated with every news item delivered as though the detention of fifty young Palestinians were equal in importance to a collective wedding organized in Thailand. My phone started ringing so irritatingly that I hastened to answer the call. One of my friends asked me to meet him in the coffee shop. ‘It is important’, he said. I should avow that I would accept his invitation even if it was not so important as I was eager to go out of my desolate home and meet a living being. I put on my jacket again and started looking for my identification card. I usually don’t like the idea of taking it with me wherever I go but this time I was obliged to do so. I heard that, these days, the military is desperately chasing people who did not join the army for at least one year. I have already spent a year in the army and it was so lengthy and blatantly fruitless that it left me with no intention to revisit the barracks even for one single day. When I found the card, I kept looking at my photo on it as if I have never seen it before. The photo looked so lively and so expressive although it had no soul. The eyes kept staring at me directly and most insistently. I wondered why they put black-and-white photos on the IDs. Are they really afraid of life-like colors? The photo aroused many questions in me but I had no time for such speculations. I can’t help contemplating the minor details in life although most people deem such thoughts unnecessary. I think details give one a better understanding of his existence. Didn’t they say that the devil lies in the details? I sometimes feel an urgent need for my inner blather as it keeps me from falling prey to the arduous monotony of life. I received another call from my friend to ask why I had not come yet. I rode the bicycle but I discovered that one of its tires was utterly flat. I stepped down quickly and started striding to the coffee shop. On my way, I noticed some holes in the very middle of the street. Many ideas about the negligence of the municipality members came to my head. I started running to refrain from following these new thoughts and losing more time.

Darling

Unrequited Love by Bader Sayahi (Erregueb Secondary School) Darling, I loved you but you didn’t I wished you gave me a chance But you didn’t Darling, I wished I did something wrong To say sorry for, to forgive me But then I didn’t Darling, I don’t know why you have left me away Away in the dark I don’t know why you love me not? What are you taking me for? Am I insane to you? If it was that I have no choice it’s not my choice Darling, Listen carefully if you think money is all I truly believe it is a wall A wall between me and you A wall between rich and poor Darling, you are my first and last love Keep it with you or don’t You are still my own love

Guide Me All The Way

الباحث القرآني

الباحث القرآني : محرك بحث متطور عالي الدقة والحرفية صمم وفق افضل معايير محركات البحث العالمية المتعارفة لتمكين ابناء الامة الاسلامية وكل من له اهتمام بالقرآن الكريم والسنة النبوية من باحثين ومتعلمين وطلاب علم وحلقات درس او اعلاميين او غير ذلك من الوصول الى ادق التفاصيل في القرآن الكريم وكتب السنة النبوية المطهرة التسع . يعمل الباحث القرآني على تمكين كل الراغبين من الوصول الى اية آية في القرآن الكريم او اية سورة من السور او اي حديث نبوي وبأسرع وقت ممكن مع امكانية ترجمتها الى اللغة الانكليزية او تفسيرها وبكل يسر وسهولة . خطوات عمل الباحث القرآني . اولا : عند البحث عن اية كلمة او مفردة او آية وردت في القرآن الكريم ما عليك سوى كتابتها في المكان المخصص للبحث والضغط على امر "ابحث" ما هي الا ثواني حتى تظهر لك النتائج سريعة وغاية في الدقة متى ما كانت الكلمة او المفردة التي استخدمتها متوافقة مع النص القرآني او الحديث النبوي . ثانيا : في حالة عدم وجود نتائج لامر البحث سيتم توجيهكم الى خيارات اكثر تخصصيه الا وهي استخدام خيار "جزء من غيرها" او "مستقلة" او الطلب منكم تبديل جميع اشكال حروف الالف التي عليها زوائد ، مثلا رفع حركة الهمزة من على حرف الالف او رفع حركة المد وغيرها ليسهل بعد ذلك طريقة الوصول الى النتائج . ثالثا : بعد ظهور نتائج البحث سيتم عرض الكلمة او المفردة او آلاية المطلوبة عليها لون يميزها عن بقية الكلمات الاخرى مع عرض احصائية عن تلك الكلمة تشمل كم مرة ورد ذكرها في الايات وما هي السور التي ذكرت فيها تلك الكلمة . رابعا : بعد عرض النتائج سيكون متاحا امامكم خيارات ترجمة الآية الى اللغة الانكليزية او تفسيرها او اعادة تشكيلها الى النص القرآني ومن ثم عرضها للطباعة او ربطها باغلب المواقع الشهيرة عالميا . خامسا : يوفر موقع الباحث القرآني امكانية الوصول الى الآية عبر تحديد رقمها وتحديد اسم السورة التي هي من ضمنها عبر استخدام البحث عن السور والذي يظهر في كل الخيارات اعلى الصفحة . سادسا : للبحث في صحيحي البخاري ومسلم ما عليكم سوى تغير خيار البحث من القرآن الكريم الى احد كتب الصحاح مع امكانية استخدام خيارات البحث الاخرى في حالة عدم وجود نتائج متطابقة مع الكلمة او المفردة المقصودة . سابعا : يوفر موقع الباحث القرآني واجهة للغة الانكليزية يمكن من خلالها البحث عن اية كلمة او مفردة في القرآن الكريم المترجم الى اللغة الانكليزية مع وجود كافة الخيارات الاخرى . شكرا لكم ودمتم بحفظ الله ورعايته لا تنسونا من صالح دعائكم

حتّى نبني التوافق

أنجزت تونس ثورتها السلمية بلا إعانة أو تدخل أجنبي، بلا تأطير و لا زعامة. وقف شبابها المتعلم الذي أضنته البطالة، ومناطقها الداخلية التي ألقيت على رصيف التهميش، ونسائها المتحرّرات المناضلات، كلهم وقفوا وقفة رجل واحد ليعلنوا رفضهم للدكتاتورية ، للإهانة، للنهب و المحسوبية و المحاباة. مرّت أربع أشهر على فرار الرّئيس المخلوع، احتلّ أثناءها رجال السياسة السابقون و اللاحقون المواقع التي تركها لهم الشباب بشجاعة و أمل. لكنّ الهدوء لم يستتب و تكاثرت الصراعات فأصبحت الاعتصامات هي القاعدة و أضحى الاحتجاج على السلطة أسلوبا جديدا في التعامل. حتمية التوافق إن إرجاع عجلة البلاد للدوران أضحى اليوم حتمية ملحة تفرض علينا جميعا الانكباب على العمل و إنعاش التوافق الاجتماعي و استنفار قوى كل التونسيين في خدمة الصالح العام مع الحفاظ على مكتسبات الثورة العظيمة حتّى لا تثنينا العوائق و قوى الجذب إلى الخلف و تحيد بنا عن المسار المنشود. التوافق هو الخيار الوحيد إلا أنّ التوافق لا يفرض بل يشيد بعزم وبمرحلية تنبني على ثلاثة أسس متلازمة في مجالات السياسية و الأمن والاقتصاد. من أجل القطع مع السياسات البائدة في المجال السياسي يتحتّم الانسلاخ التام عن النظام البائد بمؤسساته ورجالاته وأساليبه. وقد قامت "الهيئة العليا لتحقيق أهداف الثورة والإصلاح السياسي والانتقال الديمقراطي" رغم ضعف شرعيتها عند تأسيسها، بخطوات مشهودة في هذا المجال وذلك بثباتها على قراراتها وتعديلها لكفة ميزان السلطات. فقد نجحت هذه الهيئة في أن تفرض أسلوبها ورؤيتها ومقترحاتها بصورة تدريجية، ولكن القطع مع النظام البائد مازال في بداياته، فبعض رموز نظام بن علي بصدد تكوين أحزاب سياسية و تنظيم اجتماعات شعبية ونشر أفكار على أعمدة الجرائد تمهيدا لانتخابات المجلس التأسيسي وبعض وزراء حكومات ما قبل 14 جانفي مازالوا موجودين بصفات محدثة و ينسقون العمل الحكومي في الخفاء وآخرون احتفظوا بمقاليدهم في مناصب مركزية. إن التونسيين وخاصة الشباب منهم ينادون باسم ثورتهم بالقطع التام مع العهد القديم ويرفضون أن تنهب ثورتهم وتطفو الممارسات والرموز البائدة على السطح من جديد تحت عناوين منمقة متملقة. إن الانسلاخ عن السياسة البائدة يتطلب مزيدا من الوثوق و العزم و الإصرار و لكن خاصة كثيرا من الشفافية و الإعلام. التحكم في المنظومة الامنية لقد تم إقرار بعض الإجراءات لطمأنة قوى الأمن و الشرطة و ضمان موالاتهم و تجندهم، منها الزيادة في أجورهم و إقصاء عشرات من المسؤولين السامين منهم، ولكن هل يكفي هذا لتغيير عقلية 120000 عون من وزارة الداخلية، إذا لم تتبعه خطة عمل واضحة لدعمهم و تأطيرهم? و كيف يستعيد هؤلاء الأعوان دورهم الأوحد و هو خدمة المواطن و قيم الجمهورية بعد أن همشوا في العهد السابق فكانوا،وهم المأمورون، أداة في يد النظام و أزلامه و العائلات الحاكمة. إحياء الأمل بالنظر إلى الوضع الاقتصادي الراهن المتأثر بأزمة الوضع في الجهات،و غليان المطالب الاجتماعية المشروعة في اغلبها،إضافة إلى محنة القطاع السياحي المعطل،إلى جانب إعادة تركيز بعض النشاطات الهشة و انعدام الاستثمارات الأجنبية مع عدم إيجاد حلول توافقية، للمشاكل الاجتماعية و السياسية للحوض ألمنجمي بقفصة،كلّ هذا جعل نسبة البطالة في تفاقم مستمر لتجتاز عتبة 19% في غضون 2011 بعد أن استقرت في حدود 13% في موفّى سنة 2010. إن خلق مواطن الشغل في القطاع الخاص أصبح حدثا نادرا و تعقيد الإجراءات الإدارية و طولها في القطاع العمومي تحد من مساهمة فعّالة في إنعاش سوق الشغل. باستثناء برنامج "أمل" فان برنامج النهوض بالاقتصاد المعلن من طرف الحكومة المؤقتة لن يعطي ثماره قبل اشهر عديدة في أثنائها سيتضاءل تدريجيا احتياطي العملة الصعبة و تتنامى الشكوك في قدرة الدولة على الإيفاء بتعهداتها. في ظل كلّ هذه الاعتبارات، فقد الشباب العاطل عن العمل و خاصة منهم حاملي الشهادات بوصلة الاتجاه و تزعزع إيمانهم في أن تحمل لهم الثورة المكاسب التي يتطلعون إليها، أو أن تقترح عليهم الأحزاب السياسية بدائل فاعلة و معقولة. "النقاشات على الدستور ما توكلش الخبز" هذا ما يقوله المحبطون من الشعارات المتحمسة. و الخوف كل الخوف، أن يجرنا هذا الإحباط يوم 24 جويلية إلى تصويت جزائي متعصب يخدم مصالح المتطرفين من جميع المشارب و الملل. إنه من الحتمي أن تتمخض الأحزاب السياسية فتستنبط برامج اقتصادية و اجتماعية في أسرع وقت و ذلك لتركيز شرعيتها من جديد. هذه الشرعية التي تعني خاصة القرب من الشعب و الإلمام بمشاغل و تطلعات جميع شرائحه. إنّ الإلحاح كلّ الإلحاح يستوجب الانكباب سريعا على تركيز أسس الوفاق حتّى يكون العمل في خدمة التنمية المتضامنة. الرّاضي المؤدب

CONTEMPORARY LITERARY HORIZON 2 (28)/MARCH-APRIL 2012

COVER ONE: ITALIAN WRITER ROSETTA SAVELLI CHM – ALL THE WORLD IN A JOURNAL HLC – TODO EL MUNDO EN UNA REVISTA آفاق الأدب المعاصر' العالم في مجلة'

The essence of language

In these terrible moments you may hold out against the flood, striving to find a place whose edges you may grasp; you may struggle to shape the words and say to them "be", but they escape. Then, after much hardship and drought, they may materialise, and it is then and then alone that you stumble into delirium, a delirium so overwhelming that momentarily you lose consciousness. Why all this? For whom and for what? What is it that motivates me? In truth, I do not know. Usually, I do not ask myself these questions. It is an adventure into which I entered one day, whose deluge swept me away without ever anchoring me. Will I ever find land? I presume, somewhat vaguely, that all I want is to seize some elusive sparkle, to grasp an extinct pulse and make it inhabit the paradise of words. It may be the enigma of existence that sends me to the grace of letters and words in search of meaning. It may be foolishness and ugliness which impel me to search for abscent sources of beauty in the depths of the human soul. I do not know exactly, but I do know that I yearn and die with the longing to embrace the hidden text, the text of all texts, the body of the pulsating language, the old, the new, the ancient, the modern, the silent, the raging, to discover all that is bestowed and is denied. Aroussia Nalouti(Tunisian woman writer)

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This website is made for people who are beginning to learn English, like to read the news and want to solidify their vocabulary before moving onto intermediate or advanced level. We write news stories that are in simple English without any complicated expressions or phrasal verbs. We only use present, past, present perfect and future tenses. If you can perfectly understand all the articles without a dictionary it means you have reached an intermediate level of understanding in the English language. هذا الموقع موجه بالأساس إلى متعلمي اللغة الإنجليزية المبتدئين؛ يتعلق الأمرعلى سبيل المثال بقراء الأخبار الراغبين في تدعيم قاموسهم اللغوي قبل الإرتقاء الى المستويين المتوسط و المتقدم. كيفية التكيف و استعمال هذا الموقع إنه لشيء غاية في السهولة. يوميا يتم تجديد و تحديث الأخبار، ما عليكم إلا متابعة و قراءة هذه الأخبار بطريقة دورية حتى يتسنى لكم فهمها. الفقرات الإخبارية ملخصة و سهلة المراس، ٥ دقائق من القراءة تؤهلكم إلى تنمية قاموسكم اللغوي في ظرف وجيز. الهدف من هذه الطريقة التي تبين نجاحها هو انغماركم في بيئة انغلوسكسفونية كفيلة بتقوية قاموسكم اللغوي. لا تنسوا أن أنجع طريقة لتعلم أي لغة هي الإنغمار في معالمها. ألا يصبح ذلك ممكنا بالقراءة اليومية للأخبار و التقارير المدونة؟

Maher Zain - Ya Nabi Salam Alayka (International Version)

الباحث القرآني

الباحث القرآني

أحبك ربي

أسماء الجنة ومعانيها

:: لأبن قيم الجوزية :: الاسم الأول : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ الجنة : هو الاسم العام المتناول لتلك الدار وما اشتملت علية من أنواع النعيم واللذة والبهجة والسرور وقرة الأعين وأصل اشتقاق هذه اللفظة من الستر والتغطية ومنه الجنين لاستتاره في البطن والجان لاستتاره عن العيون والمجن لستره ووقايته الوجه والمجنون لاستتار عقله وتواريه عنه . الاسم الثاني : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ دار السلام : وقد سماها الله بهذا الاسم في قوله تعالى ( لهم دار السلام عند ربهم ) وقوله ( والله يدعو إلى دار السلام ) فإنها دار السلامة من كل بلية وآفة ومكروه وهي دار الله واسمه سبحانه السلام الذي سلمها وسلم أهلها } وتحيتهم فيها سلام { . الاسم الثالث : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ دار الخلد : وسميت بذلك لأن أهلها لا يظعنون عنها أبداً كما قال تعالى ( وما هم منها بمخرجين ) الاسم الرابع : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ دار المقامة : قال تعالى ( وقالوا الحمد لله الذي أذهب عنا الحزن إن ربنا لغفور شكور* الذي أحلنا دار المقامة من فضله لا يمسنا فيها نصب ) أي أقاموا فيها أبداً لا يموتون ولا يتحولون منها أبداً . الاسم الخامس : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ جنة المأوى : قال تعالى ( عندها جنة المأوى ) وقوله ( وأما من خاف مقام ربه ونهى النفس عن الهوى فإن الجنة هي المأوى ) والمأوى : من أوى يأوي إذا انضم إلى المكان وصار إليه واستقر . الاسم السادس : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ جنات عدن : فقيل هي اسم لجنة من الجنان والصحيح أنه اسم لجملة الجنان وكلها جنات عدن قال تعالى ( جنات عدن التي وعد الرحمن عبادة بالغيب ) جنات عدن فإنه من الإقامة والدوام . الاسم السابع : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ دار الحيوان : قال تعالى ( وإن الدار الآخرة لهي الحيوان ) والمراد الجنة عند أهل التفسير قالوا وإن الآخرة يعني الجنة لهي الحيوان لهي دار الحياة التي لا موت فيها . الاسم الثامن : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ الفردوس : قال تعالى ( أولئك هم الوارثون الذين يرثون الفردوس هم فيها خالدون ) والفردوس اسم يقال على جميع الجنة ويقال أفضلها من غيره من الجنات وأصل الفردوس البستان . الاسم التاسع : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ جنات النعيم : قال تعالى ( إن الذين آمنوا وعملوا الصالحات لهم جنات النعيم ) وهذا اسم جامع لجميع الجنات لما تضمنه من الأنواع التي يتنعم بها من المأكول والمشروب والملبوس والصور والرائحة الطيبة والمنظر البهيج والمساكن الواسعة وغير ذلك من النعيم . الاسم العاشر : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ المقام الأمين : قال تعالى ( إن المتقين في مقام أمين ) والمقام موضع الإقامة والأمين الآمن من كل سوء وآفة ومكروه وموت . الاسم الحادي عشر والثاني عشر : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ مقعد صدق وقدم صدق : قال تعالى ( إن المتقين في جنات ونهر في مقعد صدق ) فسمى جنته مقعد صدق لحصول كل ما يراد من المقعد الحسن فيها .

' What Must Be Said' by Günter Grass

My friends

THANK YOU ALLAH 2010 HD ماهر زين

'What must be said'

Why have I been silent, silent for so long? Our generals have gamed it out, Confident the west will survive. We people have not even been considered. What is this right to “preventive war”? A war that could erase the Iranian people. Dominated by it’s neighbor, pulsing with righteousness Smug in the fact that it is they, not Iran, Who have the Bomb. Gunter Grass To be continued ...

Maher Zain and Irfan Makki

'What must be said' a poem by Günter Grass

Why have I kept silent, held back so long,

on something openly practised in

war games, at the end of which those of us

who survive will at best be footnotes?


It's the alleged right to a first strike

that could destroy an Iranian people

subjugated by a loudmouth

and gathered in organized rallies,

because an atom bomb may be being

developed within his arc of power.

Yet why do I hesitate to name

that other land in which

for years – although kept secret –

a growing nuclear power has existed

beyond supervision or verification,

subject to no inspection of any kind?

This general silence on the facts,

before which my own silence has bowed,

seems to me a troubling, enforced lie,

leading to a likely punishment

the moment it's broken:

the verdict "Anti-semitism" falls easily.

But now that my own country,

brought in time after time

for questioning about its own crimes,

profound and beyond compare,

has delivered yet another submarine to Israel,

(in what is purely a business transaction,

though glibly declared an act of reparation)

whose speciality consists in its ability

to direct nuclear warheads toward

an area in which not a single atom bomb

has yet been proved to exist, its feared

existence proof enough, I'll say what must be said.

But why have I kept silent till now?

Because I thought my own origins,

tarnished by a stain that can never be removed,

meant I could not expect Israel, a land

to which I am, and always will be, attached,

to accept this open declaration of the truth.

Why only now, grown old,

and with what ink remains, do I say:

Israel's atomic power endangers

an already fragile world peace?

Because what must be said

may be too late tomorrow;

and because – burdened enough as Germans –

we may be providing material for a crime

that is foreseeable, so that our complicity

will not be expunged by any

of the usual excuses.

And granted: I've broken my silence

because I'm sick of the West's hypocrisy;

and I hope too that many may be freed

from their silence, may demand

that those responsible for the open danger

we face renounce the use of force,

may insist that the governments of

both Iran and Israel allow an international authority

free and open inspection of

the nuclear potential and capability of both.

No other course offers help

to Israelis and Palestinians alike,

to all those living side by side in enmity

in this region occupied by illusions,

and ultimately, to all of us.

Günter Grass


Was gesagt werden muss


Warum schweige ich, verschweige zu lange,
was offensichtlich ist und in Planspielen
geübt wurde, an deren Ende als Überlebende
wir allenfalls Fußnoten sind.

Es ist das behauptete Recht auf den Erstschlag,
der das von einem Maulhelden unterjochte
und zum organisierten Jubel gelenkte
iranische Volk auslöschen könnte,
weil in dessen Machtbereich der Bau
einer Atombombe vermutet wird.
Doch warum untersage ich mir,
jenes andere Land beim Namen zu nennen,
in dem seit Jahren - wenn auch geheimgehalten -
ein wachsend nukleares Potential verfügbar
aber außer Kontrolle, weil keiner Prüfung
zugänglich ist?
Das allgemeine Verschweigen dieses Tatbestandes,
dem sich mein Schweigen untergeordnet hat,
empfinde ich als belastende Lüge
und Zwang, der Strafe in Aussicht stellt,
sobald er mißachtet wird;
das Verdikt "Antisemitismus" ist geläufig.
Jetzt aber, weil aus meinem Land,
das von ureigenen Verbrechen,
die ohne Vergleich sind,
Mal um Mal eingeholt und zur Rede gestellt wird,
wiederum und rein geschäftsmäßig, wenn auch
mit flinker Lippe als Wiedergutmachung deklariert,
ein weiteres U-Boot nach Israel
geliefert werden soll, dessen Spezialität
darin besteht, allesvernichtende Sprengköpfe
dorthin lenken zu können, wo die Existenz
einer einzigen Atombombe unbewiesen ist,
doch als Befürchtung von Beweiskraft sein will,
sage ich, was gesagt werden muß.

Warum aber schwieg ich bislang?
Weil ich meinte, meine Herkunft,
die von nie zu tilgendem Makel behaftet ist,
verbiete, diese Tatsache als ausgesprochene Wahrheit
dem Land Israel, dem ich verbunden bin
und bleiben will, zuzumuten.

Warum sage ich jetzt erst,
gealtert und mit letzter Tinte:
Die Atommacht Israel gefährdet
den ohnehin brüchigen Weltfrieden?
Weil gesagt werden muß,
was schon morgen zu spät sein könnte;
auch weil wir - als Deutsche belastet genug -
Zulieferer eines Verbrechens werden könnten,
das voraussehbar ist, weshalb unsere Mitschuld
durch keine der üblichen Ausreden
zu tilgen wäre.

Und zugegeben: ich schweige nicht mehr,
weil ich der Heuchelei des Westens
überdrüssig bin; zudem ist zu hoffen,
es mögen sich viele vom Schweigen befreien,
den Verursacher der erkennbaren Gefahr
zum Verzicht auf Gewalt auffordern und
gleichfalls darauf bestehen,
daß eine unbehinderte und permanente Kontrolle
des israelischen atomaren Potentials
und der iranischen Atomanlagen
durch eine internationale Instanz
von den Regierungen beider Länder zugelassen wird.

Nur so ist allen, den Israelis und Palästinensern,
mehr noch, allen Menschen, die in dieser
vom Wahn okkupierten Region
dicht bei dicht verfeindet leben
und letztlich auch uns zu helfen.

Günter Grass

Here, again, is an article written by Grace Halsell. It is worth reading. "It shouldn't be published. It's anti-Israel." American Jews sympathetic to Israel dominate key positions in all areas of our government where decisions are made regarding the Middle East. This being the case, is there any hope of ever changing U.S. policy? President Bill Clinton as well as most members of Congress support Israel-and they know why. U.S. Jews sympathetic to Israel donate lavishly to their campaign coffers. The answer to achieving an even-handed Middle East policy might lie elsewhere-among those who support Israel but don't really know why. This group is the vast majority of Americans. They are well-meaning, fair-minded Christians who feel bonded to Israel-and Zionism-often from atavistic feelings, in some cases dating from childhood. I am one of those. I grew up listening to stories of a mystical, allegorical, spiritual Israel. This was before a modern political entity with the same name appeared on our maps. I attended Sunday School and watched an instructor draw down window- type shades to show maps of the Holy Land. I imbibed stories of a Good and Chosen people who fought against their Bad "unChosen" enemies. In my early 20s, I began traveling the world, earning my living as a writer. I came to the subject of the Middle East rather late in my career. I was sadly lacking in knowledge regarding the area. About all I knew was what I had learned in Sunday School. And typical of many U.S. Christians, I somehow considered a modern state created in 1948 as a homeland for Jews persecuted under the Nazis as a replica of the spiritual, mystical Israel I heard about as a child. When in 1979 I initially went to Jerusalem, I planned to write about the three great monotheistic religions and leave out politics. "Not write about politics?" scoffed one Palestinian, smoking a water pipe in the Old Walled City. "We eat politics, morning, noon and night!" As I would learn, the politics is about land, and the co-claimants to that land: the indigenous Palestinians who have lived there for 2,000 years and the Jews who started arriving in large numbers after the Second World War. By living among Israeli Jews as well as Palestinian Christians and Muslims, I saw, heard, smelled, experienced the police state tactics Israelis use against Palestinians. My research led to a book entitled Journey to Jerusalem. My journey not only was enlightening to me as regards Israel, but also I came to a deeper, and sadder, understanding of my own country. I say sadder understanding because I began to see that, in Middle East politics, we the people are not making the decisions, but rather that supporters of Israel are doing so. And typical of most Americans, I tended to think the U.S. media was "free" to print news impartially. "It shouldn't be published. It's anti-Israel." In the late 1970s, when I first went to Jerusalem, I was unaware that editors could and would classify "news" depending on who was doing what to whom. On my initial visit to Israel-Palestine, I had interviewed dozens of young Palestinian men. About one in four related stories of torture. Israeli police had come in the night, dragged them from their beds and placed hoods over their heads. Then in jails the Israelis had kept them in isolation, besieged them with loud, incessant noises, hung them upside down and had sadistically mutilated their genitals. I had not read such stories in the U.S. media. Wasn't it news? Obviously, I naively thought, U.S. editors simply didn't know it was happening. On a trip to Washington, DC, I hand-delivered a letter to Frank Mankiewicz, then head of the public radio station WETA. I explained I had taped interviews with Palestinians who had been brutally tortured. And I'd make them available to him. I got no reply. I made several phone calls. Eventually I was put through to a public relations person, a Ms. Cohen, who said my letter had been lost. I wrote again. In time I began to realize what I hadn't known: had it been Jews who were strung up and tortured, it would be news. But interviews with tortured Arabs were "lost" at WETA. The process of getting my book Journey to Jerusalem published also was a learning experience. Bill Griffin, who signed a contract with me on behalf of MacMillan Publishing Company, was a former Roman Catholic priest. He assured me that no one other than himself would edit the book. As I researched the book, making several trips to Israel and Palestine, I met frequently with Griffin, showing him sample chapters. "Terrific," he said of my material. The day the book was scheduled to be published, I went to visit MacMillan's. Checking in at a reception desk, I spotted Griffin across a room, cleaning out his desk. His secretary Margie came to greet me. In tears, she whispered for me to meet her in the ladies room. When we were alone, she confided, "He's been fired." She indicated it was because he had signed a contract for a book that was sympathetic to Palestinians. Griffin, she said, had no time to see me. Later, I met with another MacMillan official, William Curry. "I was told to take your manuscript to the Israeli Embassy, to let them read it for mistakes," he told me. "They were not pleased. They asked me, ‘You are not going to publish this book, are you?' I asked, ‘Were there mistakes?' ‘Not mistakes as such. But it shouldn't be published. It's anti-Israel.'" Somehow, despite obstacles to prevent it, the presses had started rolling. After its publication in 1980, I was invited to speak in a number of churches. Christians generally reacted with disbelief. Back then, there was little or no coverage of Israeli land confiscation, demolition of Palestinian homes, wan ton arrests and torture of Palestinian civilians. The Same Question Speaking of these injustices, I invariably heard the same question, "How come I didn't know this?" Or someone might ask, "But I haven't read about that in my newspaper." To these church audiences, I related my own learning experience, that of seeing hordes of U.S. correspondents covering a relatively tiny state. I pointed out that I had not seen so many reporters in world capitals such as Beijing, Moscow, London, Tokyo, Paris. Why, I asked, did a small state with a 1980 population of only four million warrant more reporters than China, with a billion people? I also linked this query with my findings that The New York Times , The Wall Street Journal, The Washington Post-and most of our nation's print media-are owned and/or controlled by Jews supportive of Israel. It was for this reason, I deduced, that they sent so many reporters to cover Israel-and to do so largely from the Israeli point of view. My learning experiences also included coming to realize how easily I could lose a Jewish friend if I criticized the Jewish state. I could with impunity criticize France, England, Russia, even the United States. And any aspect of life in America. But not the Jewish state. I lost more Jewish friends than one after the publication of Journey to Jerusalem-all sad losses for me and one, perhaps, saddest of all. In the 1960s and 1970s, before going to the Middle East, I had written about the plight of blacks in a book entitled Soul Sister, and the plight of American Indians in a book entitled Bessie Yellowhair, and the problems endured by undocumented workers crossing from Mexico in The Illegals. These books had come to the attention of the "mother" of The New York Times, Mrs. Arthur Hays Sulzberger. Her father had started the newspaper, then her husband ran it, and in the years that I knew her, her son was the publisher. She invited me to her fashionable apartment on Fifth Avenue for lunches and dinner parties. And, on many occasions, I was a weekend guest at her Greenwich, Conn. home. She was liberal-minded and praised my efforts to speak for the underdog, even going so far in one letter to say, "You are the most remarkable woman I ever knew." I had little concept that from being buoyed so high I could be dropped so suddenly when I discovered-from her point of view-the "wrong" underdog. As it happened, I was a weekend guest in her spacious Connecticut home when she read bound galleys of Journey to Jerusalem. As I was leaving, she handed the galleys back with a saddened look: "My dear, have you forgotten the Holocaust?" She felt that what happened in Nazi Germany to Jews several decades earlier should silence any criticism of the Jewish state. She could focus on a holocaust of Jews while negating a modern day holocaust of Palestinians. I realized, quite painfully, that our friendship was ending. Iphigene Sulzberger had not only invited me to her home to meet her famous friends but, also at her suggestion, The Times had requested articles. I wrote op-ed articles on various subjects including American blacks, American Indians as well as undocumented workers. Since Mrs. Sulzberger and other Jewish officials at the Times highly praised my efforts to help these groups of oppressed peoples, the dichotomy became apparent: most "liberal" U.S. Jews stand on the side of all poor and oppressed peoples save one-the Palestinians. How handily these liberal Jewish opinion-molders tend to diminish the Palestinians, to make them invisible, or to categorize them all as "terrorists." Interestingly, Iphigene Sulzberger had talked to me a great deal about her father, Adolph S. Ochs. She told me that he was not one of the early Zionists. He had not favored the creation of a Jewish state. Yet, increasingly, American Jews have fallen victim to Zionism, a nationalistic movement that passes for many as a religion. While the ethical instructions of all great religions-including the teachings of Moses, Muhammad and Christ-stress that all human beings are equal, militant Zionists take the position that the killing of a non-Jew does not count. Over five decades now, Zionists have killed Palestinians with impunity. And in the 1996 shelling of a U.N. base in Qana, Lebanon, the Israelis killed more than 100 civilians sheltered there. As an Israeli journalist, Arieh Shavit, explains of the massacre, "We believe with absolute certitude that right now, with the White House in our hands, the Senate in our hands and The New York Times in our hands, the lives of others do not count the same way as our own." Israelis today, explains the anti-Zionist Jew Israel Shahak, "are not basing their religion on the ethics of justice. They do not accept the Old Testament as it is written. Rather, religious Jews turn to the Talmud. For them, the Talmudic Jewish laws become ‘the Bible.' And the Talmud teaches that a Jew can kill a non-Jew with impunity." In the teachings of Christ, there was a break from such Talmudic teachings. He sought to heal the wounded, to comfort the downtrodden. The danger, of course, for U.S. Christians is that having made an icon of Israel, we fall into a trap of condoning whatever Israel does-even wanton murder-as orchestrated by God. Yet, I am not alone in suggesting that the churches in the United States represent the last major organized support for Palestinian rights. This imperative is due in part to our historic links to the Land of Christ and in part to the moral issues involved with having our tax dollars fund Israeli-government-approved violations of human rights. While Israel and its dedicated U.S. Jewish supporters know they have the president and most of Congress in their hands, they worry about grassroots America-the well-meaning Christians who care for justice. Thus far, most Christians were unaware of what it was they didn't know about Israel. They were indoctrinated by U.S. supporters of Israel in their own country and when they traveled to the Land of Christ most all did so under Israeli sponsorship. That being the case, it was unlikely a Christian ever met a Palestinian or learned what caused the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. This is gradually changing, however. And this change disturbs the Israelis. As an example, delegates attending a Christian Sabeel conference in Bethlehem earlier this year said they were harassed by Israeli security at the Tel Aviv airport. "They asked us," said one delegate, "‘Why did you use a Palestinian travel agency? Why didn't you use an Israeli agency?'" The interrogation was so extensive and hostile that Sabeel leaders called a special session to brief the delegates on how to handle the harassment. Obviously, said one delegate, "The Israelis have a policy to discourage us from visiting the Holy Land except under their sponsorship. They don't want Christians to start learning all they have never known about Israel." * Washington, DC-based writer Grace Halsell is the author of 14 books, including Journey to Jerusalem and Prophecy and Politics.

أركان الإيمان جاء ذكرها في القرآن الكريم،
مبيناً أن من لم يؤمن بها ويعمل بها فهو خارج من دين الإسلام،

قال عز وجل: {يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُواْ آمِنُواْ بِاللّهِ وَرَسُولِهِ وَالْكِتَابِ الَّذِي نَزَّلَ عَلَى رَسُولِهِ وَالْكِتَابِ الَّذِيَ أَنزَلَ مِن قَبْلُ وَمَن يَكْفُرْ بِاللّهِ وَمَلاَئِكَتِهِ وَكُتُبِهِ وَرُسُلِهِ وَالْيَوْمِ الآخِرِ فَقَدْ ضَلَّ ضَلاَلاً بَعِيداً} النساء: 136

وقال عز وجل: {آمَنَ الرَّسُولُ بِمَا أُنزِلَ إِلَيْهِ مِن رَّبِّهِ وَالْمُؤْمِنُونَ كُلٌّ آمَنَ بِاللّهِ وَمَلآئِكَتِهِ وَكُتُبِهِ وَرُسُلِهِ لاَ نُفَرِّقُ بَيْنَ أَحَدٍ مِّن رُّسُلِهِ وَقَالُواْ سَمِعْنَا وَأَطَعْنَا غُفْرَانَكَ رَبَّنَا وَإِلَيْكَ الْمَصِيرُ} البقرة: 285

وقال عز وجل: {لَّيْسَ الْبِرَّ أَن تُوَلُّواْ وُجُوهَكُمْ قِبَلَ الْمَشْرِقِ وَالْمَغْرِبِ وَلَـكِنَّ الْبِرَّ مَنْ آمَنَ بِاللّهِ وَالْيَوْمِ الآخِرِ وَالْمَلآئِكَةِ وَالْكِتَابِ وَالنَّبِيِّينَ} البقرة: 177


وهذه الأركان علمها جبريل لصحابة رسول الله صل الله عليه وسلم في حديث جبريل المشهور، الذي رواه عمر بن الخطاب رضي الله عنه، قال:

بينما نحن جلوس عند رسول الله صل الله عليه وسلم ذات يوم إذ طلع

علينا رجل شديد بياض الثياب، شديد سواد الشعر، لا يرى عليه أثر

السفر، ولا يعرفه منا أحد، حتى جلس إلى النبي صل الله عليه وسلم

فأسند ركبتيه إلى ركبتيه، ووضع كفيه على فخذيه،

وقال: يا محمد أخبرني عن الإسلام.

فقال رسول الله صل الله عليه وسلم: "الإسلام: أن تشهد أن لا إله إلا الله، وأن محمداً رسول الله، وتقيم الصلاة، وتؤتي الزكاة، وتصوم رمضان، وتحج البيت إن استطعت إليه سبيلاً"

قال: صدقت، قال: فعجبنا له يسأله ويصدقه،

قال: فأخبرني عن الإيمان؟

قال: "أن تؤمن بالله، وملائكته، وكتبه، ورسله، واليوم الآخر، وتؤمن بالقدر خيره وشره"،

قال: صدقت. قال: فأخبرني عن الإحسان؟

قال: "أن تعبد الله كأنك تراه، فإن لم تكن تراه فإنه يراك"،

قال: صدقت. قال: فأخبرني عن الساعة؟

قال: "ما المسئول عنها بأعلم من السائل"،

قال: فأخبرني عن أماراتها،

قال: "أن تلد الأمة ربتها، وأن ترى الحفاة العراة العالة رعاء الشاء يتطاولون في البنيان". ثم انطلق فلبث ملياً، ثم

قال: "يا عمر أتدري من السائل؟"

قلت: الله ورسوله أعلم، قال: "هذا جبريل أتاكم يعلمكم دينكم"

رواه مسلم.


وهذه الأركان والأصول اتفقت عليها الشرائع كلها ونزلت بها جميع الكتب، وهي:

1 الإيمان بالله
2 الإيمان بالملائكة
3 الإيمان بالكتب
4 الإيمان بالرسل
5 الإيمان باليوم الآخر
6 الإيمان بالقدر خيره وشره

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من أقوال عمر بن الخطـــاب رضي الله عنه

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

من أقوال عمر بن الخطـــاب رضي الله عنه

كتب عمر إلى ابنه عبدالله – رضي الله عنهما – في غيبة غابها :
أمّا بعد :
فإن من اتقى الله وقاه ، ومن اتكل عليه كفاه ، ومن شكر له زاده ، ومن أقرضه جزاه .
فاجعل التقوى عمارة قلبك ، وجلاء بصرك .
فإنه لا عمل لمن لا نية له .
ولا خير لمن لا خشية له .
ولا جديد لمن لا خلق له .

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كان آخر دعاء عمر رضي الله عنه في خطبته :
اللهم لا تدعني في غمرة ، ولا تأخذني في غرة ، ولا تجعلني مع الغافلين .

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قال عمر رضي الله عنه :

بلينا بالضراء فصبرنا ، وبلينا بالسراء فلم نصبر .
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لا خير في قوم ليسوا بناصحين ، ولا خير في قوم لا يحبون الناصحين .
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كلّ يوم يقال : مات فلان وفلان ، ولا بد من يوم يقال فيه : مات عمر .

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من دخل على الملوك ، خرج وهو ساخط على الله .

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الأمور الثلاثة :
أمر استبان رشده فاتبعه .
وأمر استبان ضره فاجتنبه .
وأمر أشكل أمره عليك ، فرده إلى الله .

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الراحة عقلة ، وإياكم والسمنة فإنها عقلة .

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إن كان لك دين فإن لك حسباً .
وإن كان لك عقل ، فإن لك أصلاً .
وإن كان لك خلق ، فلك مروءة .
وإلا ، فأنت شر من الحمار .
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أخوف ما أخاف عليكم : شح مطاع ، وهوى متبع ، وإعجاب المرء بنفسه .

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إذا سمعت الكلمة تؤذيك ، فطأطئ لها حتى تتخطاك .

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لو ماتت شاة على شط الفرات ضائعة لظننت أن الله تعالى سائلي عنها يوم القيامة .

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لو نادى منادي من السماء : أيها الناس ، إنكم داخلون الجنة كلكم أجمعون إلا رجلاً واحد..
لخفت أن أكون هو .
ولو نادى مناد : أيها الناس ، إنكم داخلون النار إلا رجلاً واحداً ..
لرجوت أن أكون هو .
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لأعزلن خالد بن الوليد والمثنى – مثنى بني شيبان –
حتى يعلما أن الله إنما كان ينصر عباده ، وليس إياهما كان ينصر .

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إن لله عباداً ، يميتون الباطل بهجره ، ويحيون الحق بذكره ، رغبوا فرغبوا ..
ورهبوا فرهبوا ، خافوا فلا يأمنون ، أبصروا من اليقين ما لم يعاينوا فخلطوا بما لم يزايلوا ..
أخلصهم الخوف ، فكانوا يهجرون ما ينقطع عنهم ، لما يبقى لهم ..
الحياة عليهم نعمة ، والموت لهم كرامة .

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من كثر ضحكه قلت هيبته .
ومن مزح استخف به .
ومن أكثر من شيء عرف به .
ومن كثر كلامه كثر سقطه ، ومن كثر سقطه قل حياؤه ..
ومن قل حياؤه قل ورعه ، ومن قل ورعه مات قلبه .

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كنتم أذل الناس ، فأعزكم الله برسوله ، فمهما تطلبوا العز بغيره يذلكم الله .

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وجدنا خير عيشنا الصبر .

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جالسوا التوابين فإنهم أرق شيء أفئدة .

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لولا ثلاث لأحببت أن أكون قد لقيت الله .
لولا أن أسير في سبيل الله عز وجل .
ولولا أن أضع جبهتي لله .
أو أجالس أقواماً ينتقون أطايب الحديث ، كما ينتقون أطايب التمر .

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لو أن الصبر والشكر بعيران ، ما باليت أيهما أركب .

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لا تكلم فيما لا يعنيك ، واعرف عدوك ، وأحذر صديقك إلا الأمين..
ولا أمين إلا من يخشى الله ، ولا تمشي مع الفاجر ، فيعلمك من فجوره ..
ولا تطلعه على سرّك ، ولا تشاور في أمرك إلا اللذين يخشون الله عز وجل .

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أحب الناس إلي ، من رفع إلى عيوبي .

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أخوف ما أخاف على هذه الأمة ، من عالم باللسان ، جاهل بالقلب .

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خذوا حظكم من العزلة .
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إن الدين ليس بالطنطنة من آخر الليل ، ولكن الدين الورع .
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لا تنظروا إلى صيام أحد ولا صلاته ، ولكن انظروا إلى صدق حديثه إذا حدث ..
وأمانته إذا ائتمن ، وورعه إذا أشفى .
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تعلموا العلم ، وتعلموا للعلم السكينة والوقار والحلم ، وتواضعوا لمن تتعلمون منه ..
وليتواضع لكم من يتعلم منكم ، ولا تكونوا من جبابرة العلماء ، فلا يقوم علمكم بجهلكم .

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رأس التواضع : أن تبدأ بالسلام على من لقيته من المسلمين ..
وأن ترضى بالدون من المجلس ، وأن تكره أن تذكر بالبر والتقوى .
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إنا قوم أعزنا الله بالإسلام ، فلا نطلب العز في غيره .
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اخشوشنوا ، وإياكم وزي العجم : كسرى وقيصر .
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لا أبالي أصبحت غنياً أو فقيراً ، فإني لا أدري أيهما خير لي .
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إن من صلاح توبتك ، أن تعرف ذنبك .
وإن من صلاح عملك ، أن ترفض عجبك .
وإن من صلاح شكرك ، أن تعرف تقصيرك .
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إن الحكمة ليست عن كبر السن ، ولكن عطاء الله يعطيه من يشاء .
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أجرأ الناس ، من جاد على من لا يرجو ثوابه .
وأحلم الناس ، من عفا بعد القدرة .
وأبخل الناس ، الذي يبخل بالسلام .
وأعجز الناس الذي يعجز عن دعاء الله .
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كتب عمر رضي الله عنه إلى سعد بن أبي الوقاص رضي الله عنه :
يا سعد ، إن الله إذا أحب عبداً حببه إلى خلقه ، فاعتبر منزلتك من الله بمنزلتك من الناس..
واعلم أن ما لك عند الله مثل ما لله عندك .

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رأى عمر رضي الله عنه رجلاً يطأطئ رقبته ، فقال :
يا صاحب الرقبة ، ارفع رقبتك ، ليس الخشوع في الرقاب ، إنما الخشوع في القلوب .

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دخل عمر على ابنه عبدالله رضي الله عنهما ، وإذا عندهم لحم ، فقال :
ما هذا اللحم ؟
فقال : اشتهيته .
قال : أو كلما اشتهيت شيئاً أكلته ؟! كفى بالمرء سرفاً أن يأكل كلّ ما اشتهاه .

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كان عمر رضي الله عنه ، يقول لنفسه :
والله لتتقين الله يا ابن الخطاب ، أو ليعذبنك ، ثمّ لا يبالي بك . وكان يقول :
من اتقى الله لم يصنع كلّ ما تريده نفسه من الشهوات .

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سأل عمر رضي الله عنه رجلاً عن شيء ، فقال : الله أعلم .
فقال عمر : لقد شقينا إن كنا لا نعلم أن الله أعلم !! إذا سئل أحدكم عن شيء لا يعلمه ، فليقل : لا أدري .

Awesome arabic nasheed [Translation with Eng Subtitles]

Irfan Makki feat. Maher Zain - I Believe

Forgotten Promises

War on Poetry

Israel has declared Nobel Prize-winning German author Gunter Grass "persona non grata" over a poem that deeply criticises the Jewish state and suggests it is as much a danger as Iran. In a poem called "What Must Be Said" published last Wednesday, Grass, 84, criticised what he described as Western hypocrisy over Israel's nuclear programme and labelled the country a threat to "already fragile world peace" over its belligerent stance on Iran. On Sunday, Israel's interior minister, Eli Yishai, announced that Grass would be barred from Israel for his attempt “to fan the flames of hate against the state of Israel and the Israeli people".

Below, then, is a link to Gunter Grass' poem 'What Must Be Said'

http://desertpeace.wordpress.com/2012/04/08/what-must-be-said-about-gunter-grass-latest-poem-of-the-same-name/

(References for text: Agencies, Al Jazeera. Photo: Via Wikicommons)

Sami Yusuf 2011 Make Me Strong (HD) Subtitle Arabic with lyrics مترجمة ل...

Maher Zain - The Chosen One | ماهر زين - المختار

In a time of darkness and greed
It is your light that we need
You came to teach us how to live
Muhmmad, ya Rasoola Allah


You were so caring and kind
Your soul was full of light
You are the best of mankind
Muhammad, khairu khalqi Allah


Chorus:
Sallou 'ala Rasooli Allah
Habibil Mustafa
Peace be upon the Messenger
The Chosen One


From luxury you turned away
And all night you would pray
Truthful in every word you say
Muhammad, ya Rasoola Allah


Your face was brighter than the sun
Your beauty equalled by none
You are Allah's Chosen One
Muhammad, khayru khalqi Allah


Chorus


I'll try to follow your way
And do my best to live my life
As you taught me
I pray to be close to you
On that day, and see you smile
When you see me


Chorus  



Lyrics: Bara Kherigi
Melody & Arrangement: Maher Zain
© Awakening Records 2010

Maher Zain - Ya Nabi (Arabic Version) | ماهر زين - يا نبي سلام عليك

We Love You Muhammad

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLqroRrgW0c&feature=related

Amitié jusqua l'infini

Dear Readers,

The direction, the editorial team, translators, contributors and readers of the journal 'Contemporary Literary Horizon' celebrate the submission of its second anthology this April at the National Museum of Romanian Literature. An event that dignifies the parties involved and honors poetry and its makers. I am delighted and honored to be among the contributors of the anthology.

Congratulations!

http://contemporaryhorizon.blogspot.mx/2011/08/orizont-literar-contemporan-nr-4-24july.html

http://contemporaryhorizon.blogspot.mx/2012/04/multicultural-event-in.html

http://contemporaryhorizon.blogspot.mx/2012/03/contemporary-literary-horizon-no-1.html

http://contemporaryhorizon.blogspot.mx/2012/01/new-second-anthology-of-contemporary.html


http://contemporaryhorizon.blogspot.mx/2012/01/poetry-and-spiritualitypoesia-y.html

مسافر للمطرب الراحل عماد عبد الحليم.wmv

مهما خدتني المدن - عماد عبد الحليم

سفينة - عماد عبد الحليم -

HORTUS CONCLUSUS

A man and a woman in their late twenties
bend their heads together, towards each other,
in this candid color picture.
What does she hold, tiny, between them
that holds their focused attention?
They are oblivious to the magnificent
walled Moorish medieval gardens
of the Alcazar rising around them.

“Paradise” was a Persian word
for “enclosed garden surrounding a fountain”
hidden in the midst of a vast desert.
Paradise, I now know, is the past
where they peer and smile at a shared secret
with, floating unknown above them, a rose glowing.

DONALD RIGGS

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The Palestine Chronicle: A Leading Online Newspaper on Palestine, Israel and the Middle East

'CONTEMPORARY LITERARY HORIZON' NO 1 (27)/JANUARY-FEBRUARY 2012

Photo: Caroline Gill and prof. Donald Riggs (Philadelphia, United States, January 2012)
FROM THE SUMMARY

MULTICULTURAL DIALOGUES
Carline Gill – Donald Riggs (UK - USA)
CONTEMPORARY CRITICAL HORIZONS
Catherine Rakose (Grenoble, France), Ou va le monde?
Arturo Hernandez Fuentes (Monterrey, Mexico), Quizas
Rosetta Savelli (Forli, Italy), L’Identita dei Rosolinesi
Lidia Borghi (Genova, Italy), Manifestanti globali (Indignados)
Raymond Walden (Paderborn, Germany), Basisdemokratie besitzt keine Basis
Alfred Vassallo (London, UK), My Activities
Carole St-Aubin (Canada), Pontiac - Based Asociation
PERSIAN HORIZONS
Nazi Gholi (Teheran, Iran), Chelehh Night Tradition
BENGALI HORIZONS
Trishita Banerjee (Kolkata, India), Pedong – a Trip to Paradise

A NEW EXISTENTIALIST GENERATION
Oziella Inocêncio (Campina Grande, Brazil), A Festa da freira morta
Bianca C. Dan (Deva, Romania), Superplin

MULTICULTURAL POETIC HORIZONS
SPANISH POETRY
Juana Castillo Escobar (Madrid)
Isa Guerra (Canarias)
Rosario Valcarcel (Canarias)
Felix Martin Arencibia (Canarias)
David Duran Romera (Gerona)
PORTUGUESE POETRY
Ana Rita Ramos
GREEK POETRY
Demetra Christodoulou (Athens)
Haris Psarras (Athens-Edinburgh)
MEXICAN POETRY
Marina Centeno (Progreso Yucatan)
Victor Ruiz Martinez (Puebla)
ARGENTINIAN POETRY
Beatriz Chiabrera de Marchisone (Santa Fe)
INDIAN POETRY
Jeena Mary Chacko (Kerala)
ARABIC POETRY
Chokri Omri (Tunisia)
Rafeek El Fehem (Tunisia)
El Habib Louai (Marocco)
BRAZILIAN POETRY
Thereza Christina Rocque da Motta (São Paulo)
Vogaluz Miranda (São Paulo)
Casciano Lopes (São Paulo)
Juareiz Correya (Recife)
Roberto Esteves de Fonseca (Rio de Janeiro)
ROMANIAN POETRY
Theodor Damian (Bucureşti-New York)
FINNISH POETRY
Rita Dahl (Helsinki)
A CANADIAN POETICAL DEPARTURE
Allen Qing Yuan (China-Canada)

MULTICULTURAL NARRATIVE HORIZONS
Abiola Olatunde (Nigeria), Blood Contract
Rodolfo Chavez (Italy), La Gracia de ser tu amigo
Marcelo Barbosa Alcaraz (Brazil), Nasce o blog
Daniel Dragomirescu, El Diablo y el Hombre de Dios/
O Diabo e o homem de Deus/The Devil and the Man of God
AN IRRISH NARRATIVE DEPARTURE
Molly Bloom (Irlanda), (Por nao teres)

CLH-ALL THE WORLD IN A JOURNAL!
COMING SOON!

Poetry and Spirituality /POESIA Y ESPIRITUALIDAD: CHOKRI OMRI (TUNISIA)

EYES FOR EARTH AND EDEN
From this sweet Earth we have come
and launched our journey of the living.
We had and could have no time for stopping
and we will go on without thinking,

without knowing until we will truly arrive
at knowing, at thinking, at weeping
and at smiling.

This Earth is ours and our Land is rich.
Tell me please how we are deprived.
No one is born to be made for dying
if we just live life without human mapping.
How can we be too selfish and agonistic

if we love and give without wrapping?

Our eyes shall never be closed
to the Tower of Light and will
forever seek out the Truth
and be guided by every flower.

OJOS PARA TIERRA Y EDEN
De esta dulce Tierra hemos nacido
y hemos empezado el viaje de los vivos.
No hemos tenido y no podemos tener tiempo para detenernos
y seguiremos sin pensar,

sin conocer hasta que llegamos de verdad
al conocimiento, al pensamiento, al llanto,
y a la sonrisa.

Esta tierra es nuestra y nuestro Pais es rico.
Dime, por favor, que nos falta.
Nadie nace para ser destinado a morir
si vivieramos la vida sin mapas humanos.
Como ser demasiado egoistas y agnosticos.

si amamos y ofrecemos sin condiciones?

Nuestros ojos nunca cerraran
hacia la Torre de la Luz y para siempre buscaran la Verdad
y seran guiados de cada flor.


OCHI PENTRU PĂMÂNT ŞI EDEN

Din acest dulce Pământ am venit
şi ne-am început călătoria celor vii.
Nu am avut şi nu putem avea timp să ne oprim
şi vom continua fără să gândim,

fără să cunoaştem până ce ajungem cu adevărat
la cunoaştere, la gândire, la plâns
şi la zâmbet.

Acest Pământ este al nostru şi tărâmul nostru este bogat.
Spune-mi, te rog, ce ne lipseşte.
Nimeni nu se naşte ca să fie făcut să moară
de am trăi viaţa fără hărţi umane.
Cum să fim prea egoişti şi agnostici

dacă iubim şi dăm fără înveliş?

Ochii noştri nu se vor închide niciodată
către Turnul Luminii şi pe vecie vor căuta Adevărul
şi vor fi călăuziţi de fiecare floare.

Versiune românească: Mircea Filimon
(New York, Statele Unite)
Versiune spaniolă: Daniel Dragomirescu

ABOUT THE AUTHOR/SOBRE EL AUTOR

Chokri Omri (born 1985) is a poet, writer and teacher of English from Tunisia. His literary creation recommends him as a valuable and original voice of contemporary Arabic literature and spirituality. Since 2011, Chokri Omri is a honorary contributor in Tunisia of our multicultural journal.
Chokri Omri (n. 1985) es un poeta, escritor y profesor de ingles desde Tunisia. Su creacion literaria lo recomienda como una voz original y de valor de la literatura y de la espiritualidad arabe contemporanea. Desde 2011, Chokri Omri es un colaborador honorifico en Tunisia de nuestra revista multicultural.

Chokri Omri (n. 1985) este un poet, prozator şi profesor de engleză din Tunisia. Creaţia sa literară îl recomandă drept o voce originală şi de valoare a literaturii şi spiritualităţii arabe contemporane. Din 2011, Chokri Omri este colaborator onorific în Tunisia al revistei noastre multiculturale.

Daniel Dragomirescu