undr stand it when it isflying

افهمها و هيا طايره

fly my uncle fly

طير يا عمي طير

from down to down

من تحت لي تحت

see we gave you a face

عطيناك وي ترا

slow slow don't fall from your length

شوي شوي لا تطيح من طولك

enough my father

خلاص يا يبا

entered in width

داشه عرض

her owner

راعيها

fall on your face

مالت على و يهك


leave us good

فكنا زين


my face is cut

انقص و يهي

luck fall

طايح الحظ

hit your head on the wall

طق راسك بالطوفه

I hope u like them.....

plz... encourge me this time...lo00o0ol

saalaaam play station

How are u ? I hope everything is fine
It is very nice of u t start this fun
Thank you

I have a great poem that I would like you all to read
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A great poem about 7ijab


What do you see when you look at me,

Do you see someone limited, or someone free,

All some people can do is just look and stare,

Simply because they cant see my hair,

Others think I am controlled and uneducated,

They are so thankful that they are not me,

Because they would like to remain FREE,

Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used,

Describing women who are cheated on and abused,

They think that I do not have opinions or voice,

They think that being hooded isn't my choice,

They think that the hood makes me look caged,

That my husband or dad is totally outraged,

All they can do is look at me in fear,

And in my eye there is a tear,

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,

But because people are ignoring the One up above,

On the Day of Judgment they will be the fools,

Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules,

Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie,

But at least I am filled with more inner beauty,

See I have declined from being a guy's toy,

Because I won't let my self be controlled by a boy,

Real men are able to appreciate my mind,

And aren't busy looking at my behind,

Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause,

The role that we play definitely deserves applause,

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,

And because some people are inspired by my sight,

The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility,

In the back of their mind they wish they were me,

We have the strength to do what we think is right,

Even if it means putting up a life long fight,

You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,

We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt,

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated,

We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated,

We are the ones that are free and pure,

We're free of standards's that have no cure,

So when people ask you how you feel about the hood,

Just sum it up by saying 'baby it's all good'



I hope you like it
sorry about the punctuation I could not get it right
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hiiii abeer najd ...... I am fine.....

ur poem is very nice....really... I like it 2 much......

It is good start from u..........GOOD LUCK DEAR......

It is my turn now....i got this story from other site and i like it

very much.. so, i liked to let u share it with me.....

this story is in both Arabic and English......

I hope u like it....let's satrt now....are u ready....


ok

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree




منذ زمن بعيد ولى...كان هناك شجرة تفاح في غاية الضخامة...




A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday




كان هناك طفل صغير يلعب حول هذه الشجرة يوميا...




He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...




وكان يتسلق أغصان هذه الشجرة ويأكل من ثمارها ...وبعدها يغفو قليلا لينام في ظلها...




He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.




كان يحب الشجرة وكانت الشجرة تحب لعبه معها...




Time went by...the little boy had grown up,




مر الزمن... وكبر هذا الطفل...




And he no longer played around the tree every day.




وأصبح لا يلعب حول هذه الشجرة بعد ذلك...




One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.




في يوم من الأيام...رجع هذا الصبي وكان حزينا...!




"Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy.




فقالت له الشجرة: تعال والعب معي...




I am no longer a kid, I do لا play around trees any more"

The boy replied.




فأجابها الولد: لم أعد صغيرا لألعب حولك...




"I want toys. I need money to buy them."




أنا أريد بعض اللعب وأحتاج بعض النقود لشرائها...




"Sorry, but I do لا have money...




فأجابته الشجرة: أنا لا يوجد معي أية نقود!!!




But you can pick all my apples and sell them



So, you will have money.




ولكن يمكنك أن تأخذ كل التفاح إلى لدي لتبيعه ثم تحصل على النقود التي تريدها...




" The boy was so excited.




الولد كان سعيدا للغاية...




He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.




فتسلق الشجرة وجمع جميع ثمار التفاح التي عليها ونزل من عليها سعيدا



The boy never came back after he picked the apples.




لم يعد الولد بعدها ...




The tree was sad.




كانت الشجرة في غاية الحزن بعدها لعدم عودته...




One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned




وفي يوم رجع هذا الولد للشجرة ولكنه لم يعد ولدا بل أصبح رجلا...!!!




And the tree was excited "Come and play with me" the tree said.




وكانت الشجرة في منتهى السعادة لعودته وقالت له: تعال والعب معي...




"I do لا have time to play. I have to work for my family.




ولكنه أجابها وقال لها:



أنا لم أعد طفلا لألعب حولك مرة أخرى فقد أصبحت رجلا مسئولا عن عائلة...




We need a house for shelter.




وأحتاج لبيت ليكون لهم مأوى...




Can you help me?




هل يمكنك مساعدتي بهذا؟




" Sorry”,




آسفة!!!




But I do لا have any house. But you can chop off my branches



To build your house.




فأنا ليس عندي لك بيت ولكن يمكنك أن تأخذ جميع أفرعي لتبني بها لك بيتا...




" So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.




فأخذ الرجل كل الأفرع وغادر الشجرة وهو سعيدا...




The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then.




وكانت الشجرة سعيدة لسعادته ورؤيته هكذا ...ولكنه لم يعد إليها ...




The tree was again lonely and sad.




وأصبحت الشجرة حزينة مرة أخرى...




One hot summer day,




وفي يوم حار جدا...




The man returned and the tree was delighted.




عاد الرجل مرة أخرى وكانت الشجرة في منتهى السعادة....




"Come and play with me!" the tree said.




فقالت له الشجرة: تعال والعب معي...




"I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.




فقال لها الرجل أنا في غاية التعب وقد بدأت في الكبر...وأريد أن أبحر لأي مكان لأرتاح...




“Can you give me a boat?"



“Said the man”.




فقال لها الرجل: هل يمكنك إعطائي مركبا...





"Use my trunk to build your boat.



You can sail far away and be happy.




فأجابته يمكنك أخذ جزعي لبناء مركبك...وبعدها يمكنك أن تبحر به أينما تشاء...وتكون سعيدا...




" So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat.




فقطع الرجل جذع الشجرة وصنع مركبه!!!




He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.




فسافر مبحرا ولم يعد لمدة طويلة جدا........................




Finally, the man returned after many years.




أخيرا عاد الرجل بعد غياب طويل وسنوات طويلة جدا........




"Sorry, my boy. But I do لا have anything for you anymore.




ولكن الشجرة أجابت وقالت له : آسفة يا بني الحبيب ولكن لم يعد عندي أي شئ لأعطيه لك...




No more apples for you...



" The tree said”.




وقالت له:لا يوجد تفاح...




"No problem, I do لا have any teeth to bite




" The man replied.




قال لها: لا عليك لم يعد عندي أي أسنان لأقضمها بها...




"No more trunk for you to climb on"




لم يعد عندي جذع لتتسلقه ولم يعد عندي فروع لتجلس عليها...




"I am too old for that now" the man said.




فأجابها الرجل لقد أصبحت عجوزا اليوم ولا أستطيع عمل أي شئ!!!




"I really canلا give you anything...




فأخبرته : أنا فعلا لا يوجد لدي ما أعطيه لك...




The only thing left is my dying root,”



The tree said with tears.




كل ما لدي الآن هو جذور ميتة...أجابته وهي تبكي...




"I do لا need much now, just a place to rest.




فأجابها وقال لها: كل ما أحتاجه الآن هو مكان لأستريح به...

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I am tired after all these years" the man replied.




فأنا متعب بعد كل هذه السنون...




"Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest,




فأجابته وقالت له: جذور الشجرة العجوز هي أنسب مكان لك للراحة...




Come, come sit down with me and rest.




تعال ...تعال واجلس معي هنا تحت واسترح معي...




" The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...




فنزل الرجل إليها وكانت الشجرة سعيدة به والدموع تملأ ابتسامتها...





This is you and the tree is your parent. !!!!!






هل تعرف من هي هذه الشجرة؟





إنها أبويك!!!!!!!!!!!!
it`s your parent

Hi..
How r u ?
I brought these jokes from a website.

Joke 1

Ann: Would you get mad at me for something I didn't do?
Teacher: No, of course not!
Ann: Good, because I didn't do my homework!

Joke 2

When a brunet gets some gray hair people say she has salt and pepper hair, but when a redhead gets some gray, is it called salt and paprika?

Joke 3

1st customer: . . . I'll have tea.
2nd customer: . . . Me, too. And be sure the glass is clean!
( The waiter exits, and then returns after a while. )
Waiter: . . . Two teas. Which one asked for the clean glass?

I hope that u like it :27:

ريح الجنان