Is just like that
The dark days came and we got to work
Sewing, hawking, raffling what we have to give
We have big plans
To make the world a better place
We are determined
To leave it better Than we found it
The days of destruction are over
No more blackness inky waters stagnating in filth
We are the new generation
We roll up our sleeves and get to work
It’s a new vision, a new world order.
And we won’t rest until everyone has a place at the table
“Come” she said gently. “Break bread with us the new dawn has arrived “
Rest your weary bones and partake in the togetherness
Road trip angels from another galaxy! You made your peace now let’s go home...
Friday, November 1, 2019
Sunday, September 22, 2019
Author Jack Canfield (Chicken Soup for the Soul) recommends writing a Victory Log.
To start you choose five things that are small (or big) victories from the past day and today. This helps to celebrate achievements and create positive feelings. Try to find your five! It's not hard and chances are you will come up many more than five in a day. My five are:
1. Hiked up a challenging mountain!
2. Went to feed and give clothes and shoes to the homeless. It feels so good to spread love and hope.
3. Met a new friend who likes to help people like I do.
4. Packed up a birthday gift for my friend's daughter
5. Told my son I love him and appreciate him
Postcards from Libya
It was almost noon and it had been a fairly productive day. Living and working in Libya was not always easy. He missed home and family. At times it was difficult understanding the culture and the people. They were hospitable but tough and aggressive at the same time. He had made friends though and become fond of his coworkers even though he did not speak much to them.
Today was different. He could feel it in his bones. When the phone rang he was only a little bit surprised. In those days there was no internet and phone calls from abroad were really rare. "Emad, it's a call for you from Egypt", his manager Kareem said. Immediately he felt worried, his family rarely called.
It was his brother. "Emad I wanted to tell you that Dad is sick", he's in the hospital". "Can I speak to him?" "No he is resting but he wanted you to know he's ok". The conversation didn't last long and after Emad hung up he sat at his desk for a long time just thinking. It would be impossible to get a visa to leave Libya until his contract was up but he felt like he had to see his Dad.
That night he couldn't get to sleep. When he finally did feel asleep his dreams were swirling and tormenting him. He woke up once in the middle of the night and stopped a few minutes to pray. After that he felt better and went back to sleep. He dreamed of his Dad. In his dream his Dad came to him and said "Don't worry Emad I will always be there for you. I will be ok. I love you".
When he woke up he knew something was different. He could feel it. He had to call home and talk to his Dad. It took a while to get through but he finally got through to his Mom after a few tries. "Emad", she said "How did you know?" "Your father passed away peacefully last night. But before he passed he said he looked to the West and saw an angel and a light. I think it was you!" For a long time he sat with his head in his hands. Then he looked out into the courtyard at the trees and flowers and felt a sense of peace like he had never felt before.
Grateful Thankful Blessed
Today I feel blessed
I look around and see
So many beautiful things around me
I see your smiling face
Your kind heart
Full of grace
It's the little things
That make me smile
Make me want to
Stop and stay a while
I am grateful
It's the best
Written by L. Zaki 9/22/19
Thursday, September 12, 2019
Elusive shining Love
I remember the first time we met
You made me laugh
And I fell for you
Through the years
Our love shone through
Always steady always true
Now you're gone
and I don't know what to do
I know love will find a way
I'm waiting for that day
How about you?
By L. Zaki 9/12/19
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
POSTCARDS FROM TRIPOLI
On the edge of the Mediterranean, Emad smiled as he thought of his day ahead. He looked around the café in Tripoli and as always enjoyed watching the interesting people around him. Libya was a study in contrasts, the people fascinated him. The old city was somewhat like his native Egypt but with a strong Italian influence. He swirled his caffe' macchiato in the cup and looked up to see a group of women chatting and laughing.