Nada Ehab

The caged bird Suddenly a beautiful golden little bird waked up to find himself locked in a cage in a terrifying dark room, he tried alot to escape or even remeber what had happened but he failed, as days were passing he became weaker and weaker, he couldn't even sing with his beautiful voice again. One day a light ray penetrated the room & got reflected on a mirror in front of the cage, the bird looked at it to find out that he had turned into a black bird with sharp feautures and harsh cow, he turned into a crow........ After several diassapointing days, he heard a sweet voice singing that reminded him of his old voice, this sound got closer and closer, it was another free flying bird , she had beautiful voice but her feathers were pale, she entered the room, but didn't say much , the closer she got from him the more powerful he became and the more her feathers turned colorful again.He waited for her visit every day and gradually they became too close. The...

Our hearts is like a tree in the fall season and people are the leafs Most of them fall off at a certain point , giving a chance to new better leaves to grow, and once they fall off they can never come back to their original place only few leafs never fall off the tree, the ones who resist the fluctuations of the fall to prove that they deserve their place, they become one unit with the tree, part of it's soul and a source of its power.

تكاد تفقد عقلها من فرط الحيرة هل إذا تخلت عن السير في ذاك الطريق المحفوف بالمتاعب ستعد ضعيفة منهزمة! ام عليها أن تمضي علي الأشواك وراء ومضات وهم الفوز، و تواجه عواصف الفكر و تشتت الذات نحو مصير مجهول، فاما نصر عظيم يداوي ما لقته من أهوال و اما خيبة أمل ستقضي علي ما تبقي منها بعد أن استنزفها الطريق فلا تقوم لها قائمة بعدها.

للزمن تحكماته التي تجعلنا كعرائس الماريونيت في يد ما يسمي التوقيت.  نعيش في انتظار الفرص المناسبة و الأشخاص المناسبين و لكن كل هذا يذهب هباءاً اذا لم يأتوا في التوقيت المناسب.  و يستمر في عنادك ليتوقف طويلا عند لحظات الحزن و ما تلبث ان تهديك الحياة لحظة فرح حتي يمر مرور الكرام الي لحظات انتظار راكدة مملة يرخي فيها الحبال التي تحركنا لتلتف حول رقابنا.