The Circle Of Darkness

•December 22, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I had enough of suffering in life, I wanted “A” rest…
The Dark Angel appeared and it was for my best..

I asked: “Oh angel of death help me, take my soul…”
I thought I will never regret this, since it was my goal…

And finally when I thought I found my own happiness…
I still could feel even though I only sought nothingness…

How come? I tried so many times to talk to and ask my soul…
No Answer, I realized he is no more, he finished his role…

Who knows what I am to be considered? Alive or dead…
I finally realized when the question was bugging my head…

Yeah I died with feelings that even death can’t seal…
In the end it won’t matter what and how I feel…

Happiness always fades to the same darkness…
And the only thing that remains is sadness…

“The Circle Of Darkness” Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2006

~Last Days Of The Dark One~

•December 16, 2010 • Leave a Comment

A little girl found a book called “The Sealed Fate”. When she found it a black winged figure appeared in front of her. The 5 years old girl asked who are you!? And she hears the reply: “Angel of Death, I am here to take The Dark One’s soul, for some reasons the soul wondered here again as soon as you came. She realized he was the author of the book. Then she asked how the last days of that man were known as the Dark One. The Angel of Death turned away giving his back to the little girl, he then starts:

 

 

 

A life where his eyes are always filled with tears, he kept praying: “Allah please have a mercy on me, why I cannot resist her? Why she keeps coming in my life” prayers run fallen, slipped from his lips, Tears roll down on his cheek. Though dead he lived, he cannot part from love that lives within his heart. Everyday of his life he walks around, walking through the gardens staring at the stars and ground. His heart is constantly struck with pain…

 

 

He doesn’t have a friend he is all by himself; he goes home at night and takes his book off the shelf. He writes down what happened and what went down on his entire life. Anyone who reads his book can tell the days he cried because the drops don’t go away. If you look on every page you can see little red stains, you see where the ink ran because the blood that flooded out of his eyes… In his little book he writes what’s on his mind and no one really knows all the pain that is behind. Behind every story, every single poem he wrote, behind his pretty smile, behind his suicide notes. No one really knew and no one really cared, even I don’t think anyone’s life could really be compared…

 

 

The Angel of Death stopped speaking. The girl walked towards the Angel of Death saying: “Mr. Winged man, why did you stop?” as her hands are shivering for unknown reasons to herself. The Black Winged Angel continues:

 

 

That’s because no one cared, because he had no friends. His inside they never did see. He wrote his last story about his life that he would soon end. He lost all reason he once had to live… He wrote it in the book on the very back cover because the pages had been filled for what people would soon discover. They would finally get to read all the story’s that he wrote about the things he went through, they would read every single note. His last entry was dated November 16th 2007 It was titled “Death”. By the time someone found him he was soaking in his blood. The book was there beside him also soaking in the flood. For many years after the book was never read until you found it. And now I will keep it with you and do whatever you want.

 

 

 

The Angel of Death took the soul of the Dark One and disappeared. Meanwhile, the girl started reading the book. After finishing reading she killed herself, because she couldn’t bare the guilt because she never realized all this time that there was someone who could love her Mother that much. The Angel of Death appeared asking: “Why you killed yourself” and the little girl answered innocently: “I know I cannot love mom and dad as much as this man loved my mom. I cannot allow myself to live when there is a man with that much love leaving for the other world alone, Mr. Dark One your love will always be eternal…”

 

 

 

“Last Days” Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2007

 

 

~Lone Wolf~

•November 27, 2010 • Leave a Comment
A dark figure appears, the street lamp burns bright
Shadowing silently into the night
This man so aloof, travels here on his own
He faces each moment, each day, all alone
He knows what he knows and keeps it in mind
Moving with purpose, his eyes are kind
He walks past the woman waiting for her love
And wonders when he'll get his own from above
Restless and wandering, thinking of life
Wondering at the continual strife
He looks much younger than his thirty years
And nobody knows of his darkest fears
Pulling a book from his overcoat pocket,
He finds nestled there his mother's old locket
Stopping, he opens it only to find
Similar eyes staring back, the left side is signed
He shoves it away, along with emotions
And continues along with quick, jerking motions
He'll sit with his book once again and just learn
While beneath his skin the fire will burn
His wall is adorned with yellows and greens
Artwork, but nobody knows what it means
Only he, in his mind, as he thinks far too much
Of everything he's done, and should do and such
The silence a deafening roar in his ears
He looks at the table; he's knocked back two beers
The cat that he rescued from out in the cold
Jumps up on his lap with a collar of gold
The man smiles and pets him, then leans back his head
Once again on this night alone to bed
But that is the way of the Gemini man
He's living his life just the best that he can
 
"The Lone Wolf" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed  2010 
 
 

الإرتقاء بالكتابة

•November 27, 2010 • Leave a Comment

 

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

 

الحمدلله و حده و الصلاة و السلام على من لا نبي بعده

 

السلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته

 

قرأت كتاب “الإرتقاء بالكتابة” للمؤلف محمد بن ابراهيم الحمد فقررت أن ألخصها. جزاه الله خيرا على كتابته و إليكم 31 سببا للإرتقاء بالكتابة:

 

أسباب الإرتقاء بالكتابة:

 

1.        حفظ القرآن الكريم، والاكثار من تلاوته  وتدبره

2.        الاكثار من مطالعة كتب السنة

3.        مطالعة دواوين العرب في الشعر، وحفظُ ما تيسر منها

4.        العلم بالنحو والصرف

5.        العلم بفقه اللغة

6.        معرفة البلاغة، والوقوف على أسرار البيان العربي

7.        معرفة الاملاء، ومراعاة علامات الترقيم

8.        الاطلاع على الكتب التي تعنى بصناعة الكتابة:  ذكر بعض الكتب المؤلفة فيه

9.        الوقوف على أمثال العرب

10.      معرفة أيام العرب والوقائع

11.      الحرص على الأخذ من كل فن بطرف

12.      الاطلاع على كتابات أرباب البيان

13.      سلامة الذوق، ومراعاة مقتضيات الأحوال

14.      نبل الهدف وسلامة القصد

15.      مراعاة حال الخصوم وأتباعهم

16.      لزوم الاعتدال

17.      توظيف الثقافة والمعارف لخدمة الموضوع

18.      العلم بموطن الشاهد، وإيراد النقول في مواطنها المناسبة

19.      الاهتمام بحسن الافتتاح، وجودة المطلع

20.      العتاية بحسن الختام

21.      اختيار الورق الجيد، والقلم المناسب

22.      العلم بما يكتب

23.      مراعاة أغراض الكتابة والتأليف

24.      الحذر من الاستسلام للتثبيط

25.      مراعاة أدب النفس

26.      تخمير الكتابة

27.      التثبت في النقل، والتروي في ابداء الرأي

28.      الحذر من املاءات الأحوال الخاصة، والظروف العامة

29.      العناية بوضع التاريخ

30.      عرض الكتابة على الآخرين

31.      معرفة قدر النفس، وانشراح الصدر

 

و السلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته.

~خاطرة~

•November 23, 2010 • Leave a Comment

الفرح إن حضر يوما غاب عاما

الغم لازمني و الحزن صاحبني و الهم أحرق مقلتي و الدمع أغرقني

بخناجر الغدر طعنوني و بسهام مسمومة رشقوني و بشراب الدم أسقوني

الصديق يغتالني والأخ يعاندني و الحبيب صار قاضيا يحاكمني فبقي الألم يواسيني و الظلام يحضنني

 

 

تسارعت دقات قلبي إقترب الأجل و أدركني و إلى فراش الموت أوصلني

وجهت وجهي للذي له وحده الحمد و الثناء بعد أن فقدت الأمل بمحكمة الظلم والجفاء على الأرض مقتديا بالأنبياء

بسهام الليل بعثت شكوتي إلى محكمة العدل في السماء ورفعت يدي للمرة الأخيرة و أنا غارق بالدماء بكل جهد و عناء أشكو همي بثي و حزني إلى قاضي السماء من قاضي الأرض: “اللهم إليك أشكو ضعف قوتي، وقلة حيلتي، وهواني على الناس. يا أرحم الراحمين إلى من تكلني؟ إلى عدو يتجهمني أم إلى قريب ملكته أمري؟ إن لم تكن ساخطا علي فلا أبالي، غير أن عافيتك أوسع لي. أعوذ بنور وجهك الكريم الذي أضاءت له السموات والأرض، وأشرقت له الظلمات، وصلح عليه أمر الدنيا والآخرة، أن تحل علي غضبك، أو تنزل علي سخطك، ولك العتبى حتى ترضى، ولا حول ولا قوة إلا بك“…

 

 

فويل ثم ويل ثم ويل لقاضي الأرض من قاضي السماء…لازالت شفتاي تبتسم رغم معاناتي فهو من سيحقق العدل لي و ينهي ماساتي… و سكن دمي و جف عرقي… رق عظمي و ضعف… و هدأ قلبي و صمت

 

 

 

 

الفرح إن حضر يوما غاب عاما

الغم لازمني و الحزن صاحبني و الهم أحرق مقلتي و الدمع أغرقني

بخناجر الغدر طعنوني و بسهام مسمومة رشقوني و بشراب الدم أسقوني

الصديق يغتالني والأخ يعاندني و الحبيب صار قاضيا يحاكمني فبقي الألم يواسيني و الظلام يحضنني

 

 

تسارعت دقات قلبي إقترب الأجل و أدركني و إلى فراش الموت أوصلني

وجهت وجهي للذي له وحده الحمد و الثناء بعد أن فقدت الأمل بمحكمة الظلم والجفاء على الأرض مقتديا بالأنبياء

بسهام الليل بعثت شكوتي إلى محكمة العدل في السماء ورفعت يدي للمرة الأخيرة و أنا غارق بالدماء بكل جهد و عناء أشكو همي بثي و حزني إلى قاضي السماء من قاضي الأرض: “اللهم إليك أشكو ضعف قوتي، وقلة حيلتي، وهواني على الناس. يا أرحم الراحمين إلى من تكلني؟ إلى عدو يتجهمني أم إلى قريب ملكته أمري؟ إن لم تكن ساخطا علي فلا أبالي، غير أن عافيتك أوسع لي. أعوذ بنور وجهك الكريم الذي أضاءت له السموات والأرض، وأشرقت له الظلمات، وصلح عليه أمر الدنيا والآخرة، أن تحل علي غضبك، أو تنزل علي سخطك، ولك العتبى حتى ترضى، ولا حول ولا قوة إلا بك“…

 

 

فويل ثم ويل ثم ويل لقاضي الأرض من قاضي السماء…لازالت شفتاي تبتسم رغم معاناتي فهو من سيحقق العدل لي و ينهي ماساتي… و سكن دمي و جف عرقي… رق عظمي و ضعف… و هدأ قلبي و صمت

 

 

 

~Farewell~

•November 21, 2010 • Leave a Comment

It’s been too long since we last met

To not tell you my feelings, I deeply regret

 

Now it’s too late, because you are now gone

And I really don’t think I can ever move on

 

For now we both are miles a part

But memories of you remain in my heart

 

I really don’t think I can ever forget

My feelings for you and the day we first met

 

No matter what happens, no matter what I do

The reality is I will always love you

 

 

Farewell” Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Bin Mohammed 2006

Where Would I Be?

•November 13, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I am dedicating this poem to my teacher and class maters.

 

Where Would I Be?

 

Where would I be without this class of mine?

This masters course that has given me so much

From newly made friends has been worth the daily grind

Who even though this class is over, I will remember to remain in touch

 

Where would I be without this class of mine?

From a wonderful supportive teacher who treated me like a friend

And gave me newfound knowledge, an amazing find

Great information, a teacher, a pal, a wonderful blend

 

Where would I be without this class of mine?

Which brought the subject alive

The great teacher and the great students, filling me with smile

With this learning experience, I’ll be able to thrive

 

Where would I be without this class of mine?

That has given me an experience I’ll never forget

For every paper you assign

I’ll know more about Operations and Supply Chain Management I’ll bet

 

Where would I be without this class of mine?

To the wonderful friends I made

From my teacher, Saqqa, to my project partners, everything has aligned

To an unforgettable class that has given me memories that will never fade

 

“Where Would I Be” Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2010

 

 

 
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