U can call it quotes,advices or just life observations 2

7-"If you are sad or feeling down,remember that its just a moment that will pass and leave for a happy moment    that is waiting to be yours,Cheer Up" ~Iman Adly

8-"Lies always look ugly,even if they dressed in white"~Iman Adly
9-"The best thing about being blind is that i cant see closed doors"~Iman Adly
10-"‎Take Care ,don't ever let your emotions take control of you. And don't trust anyone easily ,People may      surprise you "~Iman Adly
11-"Don't teach someone any subject they don't understand,instead teach them how to learn"~Iman Adly

The PJ Carnival

I was lying on my back, wearing my pajamas; a blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants; looking up towards the stars – the sticker stars – I was on my bed. Today is the Pajama Carnival.

The Pajama Carnival is an annual carnival where people gather in the City square wearing their pajamas. The decoration last year was a huge bed without a mattress and all people were in that bed dancing with their pajamas on. It was like a fence around them but when you looked from above it was actually a bed.
I have no idea who was the inventor of the Pajama Carnival and for what purpose. I think people are trying to discover feasts or make carnivals up just to have fun. Anyway, who would blame them; no one hates the carnivals, or days off.
I had a huge fight with my friends so I decided not to go to the Pajama Carnival this time; instead I decided to enjoy the personality tests and the silly applications of Facebook.
I stopped staring to those plastic stars and started surfing Facebook. I took several quizzes till I found that one that caught my eye; “Prove your braveness”. I opened it; the first question was picking a random date, and I picked today’s date. “Happy PJ Party! Your braveness proof for today is to sleep with your PJ in the middle of any street for just five minutes.”

Luckily, at the Pajama Carnival the streets are somehow deserted; all people go the Carnival. I went to a nearby street, “they are just five minutes” I thought, and even the street I picked rarely cars pass by it. I knew it was silly but I wanted to prove to myself that I can do anything, plus, I was bored. I went to that street where the lights were really low. I set the timer for five minutes then I laid on my back…many thoughts came up into my mind. I remembered happy moments; I started to laugh, and my laugh gradually got higher and then the timer rang. While I was getting up I saw that car coming, and then..
I was lying on my back, wearing my pajamas; a blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants. I was just lying there, looking towards the stars – the real ones. I was on the street.
I tried to stand but I couldn’t. I heard someone talking to me in a broken voice asking me if I am still alive. I was in pain. I stood up; oh oh but my body was still on the ground. Am I dead?
I forgot the feeling of pain; I may even have forgotten the meaning of the word “pain”. Being hurt was no more my biggest issue; my real and only one was to discover if I am still alive or not.
I saw the man crying and calling someone, and he was saying “I killed someone!”
I said WHAT kill!! That’s when I knew that I am really dead now. After a while and several calls the ambulance came and my body was carried away. The police arrested the man in his black pajamas.

I wanted to cry but I couldn’t… I am dead and I can’t even cry over my body. I went with my body to the hospital; they grabbed my mobile from my pocket and called my dad, “Oh no, stop please I am still alive!” that was what I was trying to say. After ten minutes I found my parents hurrying in; they were also in pajamas’; not for celebrating the Pajama Carnival thing, but because they were in a hurry. My mom cried hoping it was a nightmare and my dad stood still doing nothing, then he fainted.
Moments passed; the moments where everyone was crying because I am gone.
Today is my funeral. All people were in black; a day in pajamas’ and the following day in formal…what a life! After the funeral passed, I found one of my sister’s friends talking to another one telling her that the guy that crashed me is going to be executed very soon.
I felt as if a rock fell over my body… it was my entire fault. I was the one who was lying in the middle of a dark street.
Adam and Ali were there at my funeral; it was the first time for me to see Ali like this… he was crying. It’s really sweet but what killed me again was that the last time I saw them we had a fight. Adam was high I guess, but he looked really upset. Oh Adam you quitted for a whole year now, please don’t go back to these poisons because I am dead…
I went to the station where the man that crashed me was. I found him crying, screaming “I have a lonely daughter, her mother died and I don’t want her to live in an orphan’s shelter! I didn’t crash him I swear he just appeared suddenly; he was sleeping on the street!!”
The officer started to get frustrated; he said, “What would make a guy like him sleep on the street? Does he look like a homeless one to you?! Just admit it; you crashed him because you were driving fast”.
The man said, “I swear-“, the officer got angry and shouted “take him to jail!”.
I felt sorry for him. I was helpless; I turned the life of a stranger to hell because of a stupid application! Face book must be blamed!
But hey, am I lying to myself?! I am the only one to be blamed!!
If I just could turn back time…
I decided to go to Adam and Ali. I have to tell them to tell the officer that it was my entire fault.
I went to the place we used to gather at. Ali was saying to Adam, “I can’t believe the last time we saw him we had a fight… if I knew this was going to happen I would have never had a fight with him. I would never have a fight with anyone!”
Adam was just nodding.
I said “hey guys I am still alive!”, Adam moved his look fast to me – I thanked god that he noticed me – and then he said, “is he really dead?!”, and he looked back to the ground…
Oh they can’t hear me! I am dead and helpless. I hurt people when I was alive and I had the choice to fix this but I didn’t, and now I am dead and hurt people again and I want to fix things but I can’t. Why is death so hard?
I felt like a rock was setting on my chest; I can’t move it and when I tried to move it, it cut me more. I can’t talk to anyone. I decided to pray; Allah will be next to me, he is the only one that can help me now and he is the only one that can hear me.
Dear Allah, help me fix this; help this man go back to his daughter, help Adam quit smoking weeds again, help me remove that feeling of regret…Then suddenly my mouth tangled and I lost my voice; I couldn’t speak, and then I started fainting…
I was lying on my back. I felt a twinge in my hands, the one similar to what I felt when I made the excrescence operation. That was when I knew that I am at the hospital.
I opened my eyes and heard my mom shouting, “He opened his eyes! He opened his eyes!”
After a few seconds the doctor came and told me that I have been in a coma for three months. He asked me what my name was and I said, “I turned back time”.
“Welcome back Ramy”
“The man… the man that hit me it was not his fault”
“The one who crashed you is a lady. She is a 19 years old girl”, the doctor said.
“A lady! …is she going to jail?”I asked. They said yes because she was driving very fast. I shouted, “No! No! It was my fault; I was the one who slept on the street!”.
They told me she was at her home waiting for the trial.

The doctor said I could leave tomorrow. After an hour of happiness, and cries that I am finally awake, Adam and Ali came. They said they were glad that I have woken up. I asked Adam, “Are you back to weeds?”, he replied, “hell no!”.
The second day I was released. I went to the police station directly and told them it was my fault and they should release that lady.
It was the happiest moment in my life when I left the office; I felt the heavy rock I had over my chest removed finally; I felt free. I wished I could be a bird to fly up high and higher celebrating my freedom…
Then I saw a young boy running to get his ball, his mom screamed. While I observed this, I found myself lying on the ground. The lady was hugging her son and crying and I heard a man saying while pointing at me that I saved the kid.
Now I am dead.
It was too quick that I didn’t feel any pain, but according to my experience in death that was the best I would have ever wished for. I died as a martyr.
One day I died as a criminal and the other day I died as a hero.

Moments will never be forgotten (The day i graduated)

Days will pass and you still remember them,years will pass and u will still remember them but each time with one more different feeling,maybe missing this moment,or feeling that a lot of years passed that quickly,but you will always remember it as one of the happiest moments that cant be forgotten.

U can call it quotes,advices or just life observations 1

1-"Being happy is not your luck,its JUST your decision" ~ Iman Adly


2-"You always have confidence in people who inspire you whatever they said.Try to be confident to inspire yourself" ~ Iman Adly


3-"Don't wish to return to the good days in the past,Create your own future and make it better"~Iman Adly


4-"Try to control your feelings instead of letting it control you" ~ Iman Adly


5- "Behind every meaningless word, a meaningful story" ~ Iman Adly


6-"Decisions are hard to be taken but no matter what,Everything will pass"~Iman Adly

The Poetess Story

“Motivation”….I have always known that motivation is the invisible power that makes us achieve our goals. This may be achieved by many different ways. For example, by reading an article, or by observing a similar case to mine that ended by success. Maybe even a friend, neighbor, or a family member that encourages me to continue what I am doing; motivating me to reach my goal. However, they might be encouraging me just because they love me or are afraid to be honest in order not to let me down or hurt my feelings.

Personally, I would never tell anyone who is dear to me that for example her voice is bad and she should stop singing; I encourage them because they are my friends. That's why I don’t seriously consider all my friends or family opinions or motivational phrases, as they are always mixed with feelings. The only ones who I can consider their opinions are the ones who keep criticizing; not making a legend of my stuff all the time.

Poetry…that was one of the things that can make me really glad; reading poems, feeling the rhyme at the end of each line, with its beautiful meanings…I have always envied those poets; wondering from where do they get that amazing sense, how do they have such an amazing talent…I didn't even consider it as a talent, it is simply "magic"! But what I didn't expect at all was to one day be one of them; to be a poet.

I started writing and showing my poems to friends. Though I knew they were not the only meter to get confident about my talent, but they liked my poems. However, I didn't feel that much motivated, as I knew they didn't like reading poems in the first place; any kind of poems. So I changed my goal from being a poet, and kept on writing and writing just to gain confidence and find my own motivator; the one who won't care for 

who I am but will just tell me their opinion with plain honesty.

I found a contest about writing and so I sent my poem. Though I didn't win, but I got thirteen messages asking for more poems; messages from strangers encouraging me to join in the next contest. Fortunately enough, being motivated from a stranger meant the whole world to me. It meant I’m really talented; it meant I’m a real 

poet.

I kept on writing and enrolling my name in contests, kept sending my poems, and after the 13^th time I won and got the first chance to publish a poem written by my own self. I guess 13 is my lucky number, so my next poem was written under the name thirteen.

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In her eyes

      

                                             

I sat down at my computer trying to write down an article. I didn’t know what should I write about, so I searched for "article tips" on Google.  I read some advices about to close your eyes and many thoughts will come up into your mind, but this didn’t work too, so I decided to go for a walk with Duke “my dog”  may be some of the thoughts  will come up to my mind.

 I walked through the streets and while I was crossing a street, a strange thing happened; Duke didn’t  want to move and then he began to run  back from where we came ,I couldn’t control him till I found out that he was running towards this young poor girl.

 I was shocked, I thought he is going to attack her but what happened is that he stood infront of her, and what really shocked me that she didn’t react or get scared either, she just looked at him with no fear and they continued looking to each other for about 10 seconds as if there's some sort of conversation between them.

 I felt sorry for her although she wasn’t terrified; I decided to give her some money. While I was searching for coins in my pocket, the chinking sound of the coins made her move her eyes to look direct to mine.

So I tried to give her some coins, she refused and started to run away, I was surprised!

Next day while I was walking I found her begging in the street, I wondered why she didn’t want my money, so I decided to follow her with curiosity. I found that she lives with two other kids in a room, which brought to my mind that she is in a much better situation than most of the beggars out there; at least she is not homeless. I decided to wait until they leave the room.

When they left I entered the room ,I knew it might be dangerous but I just had this curiosity to know more about this  person,  the room was somehow empty , there was one blue mattress and a shelf divided into three parts with these names on each part " Ali,  Aisha, Sara", Ali's and Aisha's  parts were empty but Sara's had books and sweets cover, while I was searching for nothing specific I heard this angry voice  "what are you doing here thief" I was terrified, I turned around and saw that girl which I assumed she must be one of the kids living here.

I told her to calm down and explained that I’m not what she think, “what would I steal anyway “came through my mind, I thought of making a deal with her so I gave her some money and then I asked her about her name, she hesitated answering my question at first but then she answered "Aisha".

Since my first deal worked, I tried to take advantage of it and told her “let’s make a deal, I am going give you more money if you answered my questions, do you agree? “ Her eyes widened full of happiness and she agreed immediately, I proceeded “let’s first go have a meal in someplace because I'm starving” and smiled to her while she was smiling back happily.

 We went to my car and then she started to look at everything in the car with astonishment. I drove to McDonalds, she ordered burger and she was eating fast as if am going ask her for some of it, after she has finished; she looked at me and asked “Well, what is your questions?”

" Sara", tell me more about her, she laughed and said “Queen Sara", I was about  to ask her why you are calling her a qu...., she interrupted  saying “she thinks herself a good girl she collects books and she doesn’t know even  how to read, she cries every time someone call her a beggar, I don’t know what she wants people to call her ,she bring the covers of the sweets from the garbage and acts as  if the teacher in her school gave them to her because she got a good mark in the class and she always thinks that one day her life is going to be like those in movies.”

 That was enough for me, I gave Aisha the money as promised, and then left her and remembered every time I looked to with disgust, and then I felt sorry for every kid I might have hurt before, what if we treat them good, what if I was her, while I was drowning in my thoughts; I heard a voice calling my name "Queen Sara".

I wasn’t sleeping but I was dreaming I found out myself in front of the lady with the dog and ran to Aisha who called my name without taking the lady's money and I heard this lady saying" weird, she looked like a beggar" and then I knew that whatever you imagine my life is, your imagination won't lead to any change to mine because you have lots of good things in your life to care for, I know I can't be her, I just wanted to be in her eyes.