It's one thing to feel lousy . Yet it's even worse to feel lousy about the fact that you feel lousy. However, when you can accept it and welcome your feelings, both negative and positive, those feelings lose their power over you. Stop fighting against your feelings, simply let them flow, and all of those feelings can become more valuable.

Your feelings are yours for a reason. They can tell you much about yourself and the world around you. Yet when you become a hostage to your feelings, craving certain ones and dreading certain others, even the pleasant feelings lose their positive value. If you find yourself in that position, take a step back and remember that your feelings are there to enhance your life, not to dominate it.

If you try to fight against your feelings, you're merely giving them more power. Instead, simply allow them to flow in, experience what they offer, and then let those feelings flow on past.

 


Today you'll move past a whole range of different feelings. Let them come, let them go, and find real value in every one.

Don't let a great friendship slip away. As Oprah says, "Husbands come and go but friends last forever."

There's nothing like having a best girlfriend someone who knows you better than anyone else. Somehow, though, with the demands of our daily lives even the best of friends lose touch. What friendships have faded in your life? Who would you love to talk to again? It's time to find that friend you've forgotten!

So now that you want to talk to your old friend, I learned that we should consider the following:

+ Your friendship does not have to be how it was in the past. People change over time, so keep an open mind.

+ Rebuild the trust and have fun.

+ If you feel you did something wrong, consider explaining the circumstances as a gift to your friend.

+ The hardest part: pick up the phone! Everything will come naturally after that courageous move.

one of the hardest things to do is pick up the phone. In celebration of best friends, I give u the courage to pick up the phone and surprise others with face-to-face reunions. Go ahead

Moreover ... Am so happy today cause my close friend's wedding is tomorrow .. I wish her all the best walla  Alla ywafegch O eyaser darbech ....

Good Afternoon pals  … I have a poem which I wrote few years back and thought of sharing it with u’ll … Read it and comment on it plz “reading it will make u happy and commenting on it will make me happier  “ LoOl …

Honest Loneliness

I sit here lonely
among thirty people;
an image often used,
but true.
I sit here lonely
Not quite sure what
I’m lonely for.
Love and/or friendship
Most likely.
I sit here lonely
writing this poem
when I know I should be
doing something else.
Something ‘more important’
something worthy of this thing
Called time
I sit here lonely
Wondering who I am exactly
and who I will be
Not knowing how to change anything.
I sit here lonely
thinking of my past
and of all the wrong turns I’ve made;
much more numerous than the right.
And I wonder if they will ever
be outweighed by the good.
I sit here lonely
Praying to who know what
Who knows who
Who knows when
Who knows why;
I sit here lonely unsure of the decisions to come
Of what I truly want
And scared to death that
I won’t want what I’ve made
For myself.
I sit here lonely
among these thirty people

 lonely-
But not forgotten
Sad-
But not defeated.
Unsure-
But not completely lost.

By ~ DA

 Now after u read it impress me with ur comments … Thnx a lot in advance

Am shivering ma body is aching every thing is blurry .. I cnt c clearly I try 2 lay on ma bed and think of nothin but I cnt .. I feel pain but where exactly I dnt know !!! I wana talk but where ever I call no reply as if every 1 is busy when am really in need .. I got out of ma room 2 breath fresh air but still itz futile  .. What got into me!?!!?!! I cnt tolerate nor understand ppl anymore ..

I hate it when I forgive and forgive who dnt deserve it .. I hate it when I care and no 1 cares back am sick of being an angel 2 all who need care support and luv .. Am a human being who has feelings who has her ups and downs .. who has the right 2 feel pain and cry .. who has the right 2 ask 4 help instead of always offering it .. I cry I shout I crack yes I do because am human just like all of u ..

All I ask 4 is respect care and appreciation nothing else !!!!!!

By ~ DA ♥

 لا تنسون تقرون

 سورة الكهف

جمعه مباركه

Today was one of the cutest and tiring days ever LoOl  ... First StraWBerry, BK, TL and I met  Squishy our friend who came from Q8 yes it was so excitinG .. B4 meeting Squishy we gathered in StraWBerry's house where we played hide and seek with her cat  .. Anyways we went to "Madeeenat Jumeira" and met her in Dome  ... We enjoyed our time and i ate ma favorite PASTA  ... Squishy it was so nice meeting u and thnx 4 the wrist bands (: Am wearing them  ... Inshalla u enjoyed ur time with us ... Here are some pix

This is my Mushroom and spinch pasta

This is StraWBerry's TWISTER

These are my wristbands thank you Squishy

 Finally i wana wish my friend who will get married on Saturday all the best .. And i wana wish StraWBerry the best of Luck on her exams too  

After a blue day at home I went and sat in the corner of starbucks. The jazz music playing overhead, girls next to me arguing over coffee, a young girl complaining about not being allowed to do something – and I wasn't listening. The tea was warm in my hands; it wasn't like starbucks in UK, with paper cups. This was proper mugs, and believe me, it made all the difference. Starbucks feels right at home. It's always been a special place for me, I love coffee and huge mugs of steaming latte with froth and cream and caramel on top. I sat holding the mug tight, My legs firmly around the chair, I had waited half and hour for this table. Starbucks is pretty popular I guess.I 'dunno what it is about Starbucks. It really relaxes me. Feels like home I guess. The only place where I can drown out everything and enjoy hot, strong caffeine.And then I'm in a good mood! Sad really, that I rely on a coffee shop to put me in a good mood.

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First and before i start talking about ME ... I wana thank ~:::eL-AmeEra :::~ For the g8 glitter she did for me .. Thank you sis(: I luved it

Second Alla ygawem e5o ma6la3_el_shams and Da Bassnaz's bel salama (: Galbi ma3akum friends ..  أسأل الله العظيم رب العرش العظيم أن يشفيهم

Third I wana say that I enjoyed ma time with u Bestie even thou we were tired and broke  ... Time with you flies so quickly ...

Yalla Good Night .. I have a busy day waiting 4 me 2morrow

How are you all?? Hope that ur all in good health (:  .. 1st b4 i start blabing about myself id like 2 welcome all of ma NEW friends and wish them a g8 stay here in ma world (: .. 2nd id like to discuss something with you guys .. for sure all of you heard this quote "Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend -- or a meaningful day. " Do you really think that old friends fade away?? have you ever had a friends and then lost them? Did they move or you fought one too many times..? If you've lost a friend do you still think about them? Do you miss them or wish you could still talk? I am asking because I want to know if it ever goes away.. >_< because am missing ma old friends who didn't stand 4 good with me .. but i do miss them and i dnt want 2 really because theyve faded away and left me in ma hapiness and sadness it hurts but they've faded away :( Bas el 7emdella am still in contact with one who is ma close friend and Allah 3awa'9ny eb best friend (: .... "A friend is someone you can be alone with and have nothing to do and not be able to think of anything to say and be comfortable in the silence. " -- DNS Class of 2001  Missed u girLs

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Now ill start talking about ma day .... The best thing i did 2day was when i went to cafe ceramic with ma close friend 100% Where we talked/discussed/and casted our memory 2 old days ... it was fun and enjoyable i really enjoyed it (: its nice 2 spend time with ur friends from time 2 time (: 100% Thank you!

This is a story i wrote lately .... Hope you like it

A month later, she gloomily watched all of her friends and classmates march proudly around the room and then around the school in their pumpkin, cats, witches and ghosts custom. Hating the fact that she was the one who had to be Muslim and different. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Valentines and Easter were no different.

With few Muslim friends Sara had that feeling where she knew that would soon be gone and she will think to herself that being a Muslim is the best thing in the world. She recalled the story of Ibrahim (AS) which her father told her last night. He was all alone with his Islam. Yet he knew that he had Allaah, and the stories of truthful Abu Bakr and brave Bilal. With all of these who needed Santa Clause, St.Valentines and the Easter bunny. She said to her self proudly “They have Thanksgiving to thank God, but we have all year”.

Once in the classroom she was surrounded by her friends and classmates as they blabbered excitedly about what they got for Christmas and where they were going for Easter, the beautiful thoughts and stories were vanished, and were replaced with bitter anger of her religion.

By fifth grade, things were somewhat better. She was a little older, understood a bit more, but the feeling was always there, especially powerful when she would return birthday party invitations back to the owner and tell them politely that she was busy at so and so date. Or when, occasionally in the late spring, classmates would wonder aloud why she never wore shorts or mini skirts.

Up until around fourth grade, her friends were mostly boys. She learned early on that unless you fit in completely, it was hard to become close to most of the girls. They always formed gangs and especially in the early years, "special clubs". With the boys, it wasn't the same Sara felt. She secretly thought that usually the girls were awfully dull — boys were always much more exciting. But by the time they were 9 and 10, the boys were starting to form interest in the girls and vise versa. So from then on she was fully an outsider. She fit in with neither group.

She began wearing the scarf that year, but al-hamdulillah, all praise to Allah, it was one of the few things she was extremely honored about doing. Sara had gone to that same school since first grade so everyone knew her, and it came as no big surprise, seeing her mom come and go with the full hijaab that she too, would wear someday. It made it even easier that she never was into clothes, hair or personal appearance, as most of the girls were at that early age of 10 and 11.

During the summer before sixth grade, Sara and her family moved to another state and her parents decided to home school her, the educational level in the schools at the state not being very high. Sara thought and said “alhamdulliah” because it was one of the best choices her parents ever made. It gave her a full year to learn about herself and why she is here on earth in the first place. She had a lot more awareness and confidence in her religion and herself by the seventh grade, when her father's job forced them to move again to another town and she was put back into the public school. This time she was placed in a primarily African-American school where Arabic was a language taught there completely opposite from the all-white schools she had gone to. The change was for the better -- they were a lot more accepting of minorities and differences in that school. That wasn't the only "change-for-the-better". This time the issue wasn't the hating of being different. Now, there was a change in her. She hated the way her classmates acted, the things they talked about, the way they dressed. The bottom line was that she hated being with the kufaar or non-Musilims. Finally, she loved being different.

That year was the last year she went to public school. Her parents decided to home school her from then on, at last they fully realized the effect of public schools. "I don’t have to be The Stranger anymore!" she excitedly wrote in her journal in the beginning of eighth grade.

The next year they moved again to a city with a large Muslim community. She was really excited, thinking that now, at long last, she would fit in, be where she belonged. She felt like it was a dream come true. And it was but only partly, if not less.

Every now and then, while she was talking with another Muslim about how music is forbidden, or why we shouldn't go to the movie theater, or why it's better to wear jilbaab and not just a long skirt and shirt, or why they have to follow the Prophet (S)'s sunnah and not just the Qur'an, she get this sudden spasm of, "I'm so different, so strange! WHY?"

Sometimes when she’s sitting with a group of Muslim girls around her age, talking, maybe laughing and joking, when the conversation somehow turns to Will Smith or Madonna or the latest make-up tip in Seventeen, a sudden chill goes through her body and she feels as though they're, the lot of them, one thing and she is another. "I'm among Muslims now but I'm still an outsider," She thinks as she watches them.

But it's not like the years before when she would dislike who she was because she was different. Because now she smiles and find strength in remembering the words of Allah's Messenger (S), ‹Glad tidings are for the strangers.›

~ By DA