<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992</id><updated>2011-08-10T10:54:41.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A step towards some change</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a very simple egyptian girl, who is not satisfied somehow with her society and feels like this specific society deserves more than it gets, and can be the best with little more effort and much more frankness and persistance.
"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain."(Maya Angelou)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-3820428828870339916</id><published>2009-08-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:26:28.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate about men and women</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear all here I present to you a debate between me and a friend (whom i've previousely published some works in here) over the walls of the famous "facebook" about men and women and love and life. So I liked to share it with you. mine shall be in dark red and his in blue so enjoy and i'd like comments ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;المرأة بدون الرجل... مجرد امرأة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;المرأة مع الرجل... أنثى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الرجل بدون امرأة... مجرد رجل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الرجل مع المرأة ...رجولة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;المرأة للرجل... السكن والأم والأخت والحبيبة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الرجل للمرأة... الأمن والحب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الكرامة في الحب مخفية... وإذا لم تراعى دمرت الحب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب بدون كرامة... عبودية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب بدون تفاهم ... كالرجل في غرفة مظلمة مليئة بالأثاث كلما خطا خطوة تعثرت قدماه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب بدون هدف... دمار للمستقبل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ليس حسن الخلق مع المرأة كف الأذى عنها... بل احتمال الأذى منها والحلم عند طيشها وغضبها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;المرأة بدون الرجل.......جسد بدون روح&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;المرأة مع الرجل..........روح يحتويها جسد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الرجل بدون امرأة.....مراهق مشاغب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الرجل مع المرأة.....طفل مسئول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;المرأة للرجل........حضن دافئ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;... الرجل للمرأة......حصن منيع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الكرامه فالحب لغم اذا وطأ عليها نسفت من وطأه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;االحب بدون كرامه مذله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; الحب بدون تفاهم.........قنبله نوويه.......قاتله في قوتها.....واسعه في تاثيراها.....ممتده في اضرارها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب بدون هدف....قطار بلا قضبان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;ليس الحب ان تهدي روحك لمن تحب لانه يريدها.....بل ان تهديها له&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الرجل بدون مرأة... إنسان بدائي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;المرأة بدون رجل... فرس بدون ترويض&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الرجل +المرأة = حياة... حضارة ...مستقبل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;المرأة للرجل... عطاء بلا حدود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الرجل للمرأة... حق لجوء سياسي..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; الحب والكرامة... السهل الممتنع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب بدون كرامة... وجبة بدون ملح... أغنية بدون احساس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب بدون تفاهم ... حوار بين أصم وأبكم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب بدون هدف... كلب مسعور يؤذي كل من يقابله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب بدون هدف... كسراب الماء في الصحراء&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب كالوردة... عبيرها يكفي اثنين فقط... أما إذا اشتم عبيرها المزيد من الأشخاص فقدته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب هو أغلى هدية بين اثنين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الفراق بعد الحب... عملية تغيير شرايين لقلب متضرر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الرجل بدون امرأة...........جواد يبحث عن كبوه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;المرأة بدون رجل .............سجين يبحث عن سجنه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الرجل + المرأة = الطبيعة في اوج ذوروتها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;المرأة للرجل.........مفتاح خلوده&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الرجل للمرأة...........قبلة الحياة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;... الحب و الكرامه.........صراع الاقوياء&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب بدون كرامه...........سم زعاف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب بدون تفاهم.......حلقه مفرغة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب بدون هدف........سائق سكير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب بدون هدف.......نفق مسدود&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب كالنار في ليلة شتاء بارد......كلما اقتربت منها ازددت دفئا لكن اذا مسستها احترقت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب هو قمة الاحساس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الفراق بعد الحب......انسان معصوب العينين على حافة الهاوية&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الزواج... حلة ضغط لتسوية الحب بطريقة أكثر صحية وفي أسرع وقت ممكن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;لكن إذا زاد... أصبح شياً لا اسم له&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الحب بالنسبة للزوج... مسألة نسبية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;بالنسبة للزوجة... مسألة حياة أو موت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الالهام... يأتي في أحد الأقصيين... شدة الحزن... أو شدة السعادة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;... وفي أغلب الأحيان ما يكون الالهام في شدة الحزن أكثر ابداعاً من شدة السعادة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;الموت... رحمة من الخالق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; من يطلب زيادة في العمر... يطلب المزيد من المشاكل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;من يطلب الزيادة في المال... يطلب زيادة في أدوية الأرق&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;من يطلب الزيادة في الأطفال... يطلب زيادة في الأدوية المسكنة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;من يطلب زيادة في المرتب......... يطلب استمارة 666&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;من طلب العلم... طلب الخلود لاسمه في الحياة والممات&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الزواج........إطلاق اللجام لكل حب مقيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;...لكن اذا زاد من القيود مات الحب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب بالنسبة للزوج......امر واقع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الحب بالنسبه للزوجه.......فانتازياالحياه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الالهام......كالمطر في شدة القيظ....يروي و يريح و يثمر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;الموت.......الحقيقة الوحيدة في هذه الدنيا (بعد الخالق عز و جل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;... من يطلب الزياده في العمر......يطلب ما ليس ملكه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;من يطلب الزيادة في المال.......يطلب زياده في المسئوليه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;من يطلب الزيادة فالاطفال.......يطلب الزيادة في مشاكله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;من يطلب الزيادة في المرتب......يطلب زيادة في صرف الصحة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;من يطلب العلم........لا يصيبه الشبع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Waiting for comments :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-3820428828870339916?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/3820428828870339916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=3820428828870339916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/3820428828870339916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/3820428828870339916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2009/08/debate-about-men-and-women.html' title='Debate about men and women'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-446699291774339090</id><published>2009-04-18T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:57:18.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>عشرين مليون مصري</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;عشرين مليون مصري رقم موش قليل بس فكرتني اعلانات شركة الاتصالات الشهيرة باقتراح كنت بفكر فيه طيب يحصل إيه لو حققنا إللي بيتقال في الاعلان لو فعلن ينفع يعني العشرين مليون دول يقدرو يزرعو ا مصر كلها في ستة اشهر بس ده يبقى شئ عظيم ولا هنحتاج لمعونة ولا حتى لاستيراد يعني احنا عندنا موارد بشرية رهيبة أنا بس بتكلم على 1/4 الشعب بس يعني المفروض انهم يكونو من الطبقة المتعلمة أو المثقفة عشان يمكن يقدروا يعملو نهضة. طيب لو فكرنا وقولنا 1/4 الشعب دول لو احنا أسسناهم كويس بحيث أنهم هما اللي يقودونا لقدام يعني هما إللي يعملوا الفرق تفتكروا ينفع... أظن انه ممكن عشان احنا طول عمرنا شعب ذكي أه الظروف دايما ضدنا ويمكن اقوى مننا بس كنا دايما بنقوم ونهد كل العوائق إللي يمكن تدمرنا نقلبها نقط لصالحنا احنا اللي نستفاد منها بشئ من الايجابية... مين عارف يمكن نقدر نصلح اللي كتير معرفوش يصلحوه يمكن البركة تكون في العشرين مليون مصري مش عشان اختاروا شبكة واحدة بس عشان اختاروا يقوموا قومة راجل واحد ضد استعباد الافكار ومبدأ القطيع قرروا انهم يكونوا مختلفين مش عشان متعلمين بس عشان نظرتهم للمستقبل فيها أمل مبني على حقائق مش أمل لمجرد الأمل&lt;br /&gt;عشرين مليون مصري... يقدروا ينضفوا شوارعنا&lt;br /&gt;عشرين مليون مصري... يقدروا يحفروا قناة سويس تانية&lt;br /&gt;عشرين مليون مصري يقدروا يزرعوا مصر كلها في 6 شهور&lt;br /&gt;عشرين مليون مصري يقدروا يمحو أمية 40 مليون شخص على الأقل&lt;br /&gt;عشرين مليون مصري يقدروا يعملوا كتيييييييييييير قوي بس احنا نشجعهم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-446699291774339090?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/446699291774339090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=446699291774339090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/446699291774339090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/446699291774339090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='عشرين مليون مصري'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-8345629786510746436</id><published>2008-12-14T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:43:10.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>عفواً....! مش عايزين رجولة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;غزت بيوتنا مؤخراً هوجة من اعلانات "استرجل" بس محدش فكر اذا كانت فعلاً الاعلانات دي هيكون تأثيرها ايه علي اي شاب صغير لسة بيحبو خطواتة نحو رجولته لما يشوف اعلان زي ده واحد يقوله "استرجل" شخصية البنت اخر حاجة تعلق عليها . طيب يعني لازم يعلق الاول على اية جسمها، صدرها، شعرها، لبسها ولا يمكن ضوافرها!!! يعني من الاخر مفيش فايدة لازم يعودو الاولاد ان البنت او الست مجرد حاجة حلوة تتفرج عليها تمثال يمثل للرجالة او يجسد لهم شهوة او نزوة لافراغ رغباتهم بس مش انسان زيها زيه حتى لو هي شخصيتها وحشة او فيها عبر الدنيا في الاول والاخر هي مجرد شئ تحت رحمة الذكر "المسترجل" بس&lt;br /&gt;اعلان تاني يقولك ايه الازازة تتحط في اي حتة يعني من الاخر بيعلم العفانة ليه عشان صاحبه ال كان بيحط الازازة فوق "الكوستر" او ورقة حتي ماهو مش مهم مش فية معزة هتنضف اياً كانت صفة المعزة دي بس المهم انها هتنضف العفانة بتاعت الذكر "المسترجل" فين بقى الفايدة من اي من اعلانات الشركة دي غير انهم بيسممو فكر الشباب ال يعني هو ناقص حد يبوظ فية اكتر ما هو بايظ ...حسبي الله ونعم الوكيل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-8345629786510746436?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/8345629786510746436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=8345629786510746436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8345629786510746436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8345629786510746436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='عفواً....! مش عايزين رجولة'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-5017259352035225990</id><published>2008-04-05T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:05:40.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>رحلة الذكريات 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;جاء جرس الهاتف الذي ظل يدق ثلاث مرات وكأن الدهر قد توقف فعلاً و تمحور حول هذه المكالمة وجاء الرد&lt;br /&gt;"ألو...ألو.."&lt;br /&gt;"إنه هو أنا اعرف صوته مازال كما هو بنفس النبرة" همست علا الى منى في دهشة ممزوجة بالفرح وأجابت بصوت طفولي "ألو محمد..؟"&lt;br /&gt;"نعم، من معي؟"&lt;br /&gt;"هل أنت بمفردك أم زوجتك الى جوارك، اذا كانت بجانبك لا توضح ان من معك امرأة وانتظر لتسمعني.."&lt;br /&gt;"أه أهلا يا باشا كيف حالك ؟"&lt;br /&gt;ابتسمت علا في ثقة لانها مازالت تفهم فطنة محمد او لانه خمن من على الهاتف&lt;br /&gt;"أنا علا بدران زميلتك من الكلية هل تذكرني؟"&lt;br /&gt;"طبعاً يا باشا اذكرك بالرغم من مرور كل هذه السنوات إلا انني مازلت اذكرك بين الحين والاخر"&lt;br /&gt;"رائع، أتعرف من معي الان و أين نحن؟"&lt;br /&gt;"لا تقول لي انكم في المخباء المعتاد..!"&lt;br /&gt;"نعم أنا و منى صالح في نفس الكافيه الذي اعتدنا ارتياده أيام الكلية أتذكره؟"&lt;br /&gt;"طبعاً ومن لا يذكر هذه الايام الحلوة؟"&lt;br /&gt;"اسمع هل تظن أن باستطاعتك القدوم لا تقلق فسنتفهم اذا لم تستطع"&lt;br /&gt;"أتمزح يا رجل انا مستعد لادفع نصف عمري لأراكم من جديد، محال أن اعتذر عن ذلك "&lt;br /&gt;"حسناً اذا سنراك هنا"&lt;br /&gt;"نصف ساعة وسأكون امامكم"&lt;br /&gt;لم تمر أكثر من 20 دقيقة حتى وجدت علا و منى رجلاً طويل و ضخم وقد ظهرت علامات الشيب والصلع عليه يرتدي نظارات وتعلو وجهه ابتسامة.&lt;br /&gt;"وكأن العمر ما زال كما هو وكأننا لتونا انتهينا من المحاضرات وجئنا لنستذكر أو نجلس هنا"&lt;br /&gt;هكذا بدأ حواره معهما فما إن سمعتاه حتى ابتسمتا ابتسامة طفلتين وفرحتهما بشيء جديد&lt;br /&gt;بدأت منى الحديث بنبرة ناعمة لم تعتدها في نفسها الا في أوقات تواجدها مع زوجها "كيف حالك يا محمد لم تتغير كثيراً فقد فقدت بعض الشعر و ابيضّ البعض الاخر ولكنك تبدو .... رائعاً"&lt;br /&gt;ندمت منى كثيرا لإبداءها مشاعرها في كلامها بهذا الوضوح&lt;br /&gt;أما علا فقالت في مرح "كيف أحوالك يا باشا؟"&lt;br /&gt;ضحكوا جميعاً وجلسو اصدقاء يتجاذبون الحوار حول حياتهم وعائلاتهم.&lt;br /&gt;ومرت الساعات والدقائق وكأن الساعة وعقاربها ضدهم تمر بسرعة أكثر من المعتاد لتقتل الوقت وتقصره وأمسى الليل سريعاً وحينها تذكرت منى محتويات حقيبتها وأخرجت الورقة والقلم لتكتب اسم واستأذنت قليلا لتذهب للحمام.&lt;br /&gt;وهناك تذكرت كلمات طبيب المعمل وهو يهنؤها بحملها والقت نظرة أخرى على نتيجة التحليل وفتحت هاتفها لتجد أكثر من 50 اتصال من زوجها فعاودت الاتصال به لتقول "أحبك جداً أنا في طريقي للمنزل" وأنهت الاتصال وأغلقت الهاتف مرة أخرى وبدلت ثيابها بأخرى عادية كتلك التي ترتديها في حياتها اليومية ووضعت بعض مساحيق التجميل وألقت نظرة أخرى على ورقة التحليل والاسم في الورقة  الاخرى وابتسمت في ثقة وخرجت الى أصدقاءها.&lt;br /&gt;"لماذا ارتديت هذه الملابس ماذا يجري؟" سألتها علا في فضول فأخرجت منى ورقة التحليل والاخرى ذات الاسم واعطتهما لعلا.&lt;br /&gt;فتهللت أسارير علا وقالت "أحقاً هذا لك؟"&lt;br /&gt;ابتسمت منى في حين لم يدرك محمد ما يحدث حتى وضحت له علا الامر وبارك لمنى واتبتسموا جميعاً ابتسامة صافية.&lt;br /&gt;وسألت علا "وما هذا الاسم في تلك الورقة الاخرى؟"&lt;br /&gt;أجابت منى بابتسامة عريضة "هذا اسم ابني سأسميه فارس"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;وماذا لو كانت فتاة؟" سأل محمد&lt;br /&gt;"لا إن شاء الله سيكون ولد وسيكون فارس" أجابت منى بسرعة&lt;br /&gt;وانطلق الاصدقاء الثلاثة كلٌ الى حياته مجدداً ولكن بداخله أمل شاب جدد بداخلهم ينبوع الشباب وفجر طاقات اعتقدوا أنهم فقدوها منذ زمن طويل وجدد طاقة مهدرة ليوظفوها من جديد في حياتهم بعدما تغيرت نظرتهم لأنفسهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.....&lt;span 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/5017259352035225990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/5017259352035225990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/04/3.html' title='رحلة الذكريات 3'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-1844008474757302822</id><published>2008-04-03T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:40:48.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>رحلة الذكريات 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ثم اتجهت منى الى منزل أقرب صديقة من منزلها (علا) فهي تبعد مسافة 5 دقائق من منزل الاولى لم تتوقع وجودها في المنزل ولكن فقط فكرت في تذكر الايام الخوالي و الشوارع التي شهدت أعز لحظات عمرها وصفّت السيارة تحت منزل علا لتنزل وتجدها في الشرفة وكأنها كانت بانتظار قدومها منذ زمن ورأت على جنبات شفتيها ابتسامة لم تر مثيلها منذ سنوات عدة، صعدت الدرج في سرعة ورشاقة لم تعهدها في نفسها منذ فترة طويلة فها هي مع كل درجة تصعدها تصغر في السن أكثر فأكثر حتى عادت كالطفلة المولودة البريئة.&lt;br /&gt;استقبلتها علا بابتسامة الفرحة والعتاب في اّن واحد فهي لم ترها منذ فترة طويلة لا تذكر كم من الوقت ولكن في عرف الصداقة فهو دهر من الزمن. واحتضنتها واحتضنتا معاً ذكريات قديمة شعرتا كأنها أمس.&lt;br /&gt;فمنذ زمن وعلا تسكن نفس الشقة التي عاشت بها عمرها فبعد أن هاجر اخوتها ورفضوا العودة الى الوطن وهي تعيش في منزل والدتها بعد سفرها مع ابناءها. عاشت علا سنوات بعد فراقها لعائلتها في المطار مودعة حلم عاشت تبنيه كل يوم من عمرها حلم الاسرة الكبيرة، حلم العزوة. وفي منزل والدتها القديم عادت لتحيه بانتقالها له هي وعائلتها الصغيرة ولكن القدر جعلها تمكث في المنزل هذا اليوم لتستعيد ذكرياتها مع أعز صديقاتها أما ابناؤها وزوجها فذهبوا من الصباح الباكر الى التنزه.&lt;br /&gt;جلست الصديقتان تتجاذبا أطراف الحديث عما مضى وعن الحاضروالمستقبل المنتظر وفي لحظة شعرتا فيها بتوقف الزمن وانهما لم يتقدما في العمر بل مازالتا صبيبتين تتلون أحلامهما امام أعينهما اليوم تلو الاخر&lt;br /&gt;قالت منى فجأة، "هيا بنا.."&lt;br /&gt;"أين سنذهب؟"&lt;br /&gt;"سنذهب في رحلة مع الذكريات.."&lt;br /&gt;"ماذا تقولين؟"&lt;br /&gt;"لنستعيد يوم من أيام زمان، هيا ارتدي ملابسك القديمة.."&lt;br /&gt;"حسناً"&lt;br /&gt;وبعد دقائق كانت منى و علا في سيارة الاولى هائمتين في الشوارع تستعيدان ذكرياتهما معاً&lt;br /&gt;"هل تعلمين اذا كان ذلك الكافيه الذي اعتدنا ارتياده مازال قائماً؟" سألت منى&lt;br /&gt;"أتقصدين ذلك المجاور للكلية؟"&lt;br /&gt;"نعم، فهل كنا نرتاد غيره؟"&lt;br /&gt;"أظنه مازال على حاله ولكن لماذا؟"&lt;br /&gt;"سنذهب هناك الان"&lt;br /&gt;"الان...؟ أنت حتماً مجنونة"&lt;br /&gt;"أعلم ذلك الم نكن كذلك في تلك الفترة من عمرنا؟"&lt;br /&gt;"نعم كنا في الماضي"&lt;br /&gt;"ماذا غيرنا لماذا أصبحنا هكذا؟"&lt;br /&gt;"زمننا قاس لايترك أحد على حاله بالاضافة كيف تتوقعيننا أمهات ومجنونات؟"&lt;br /&gt;"تكلمي عن نفسك فانت أم اما انا فليس عندي أولاد.."&lt;br /&gt;"أنا أسفة يا منى لم أقصد... ألم تجدوا حلا لتلك المشكلة بعد؟"&lt;br /&gt;"لا تكوني سخيفة فقد اعتدت كلام أقسى من هذا من الغريب اما انت فلا يمكن ان تغضبيني بأي حال من الاحوال ولكن  دعينا ننسى اليوم اننا زوجات او امهات يل علا فنحن الان علا و منى الطالبتان"&lt;br /&gt;"حسناً طالما انني سأظل طوال اليوم طالبة فأنا موافقة"&lt;br /&gt;ضحكت منى و علا ضحكة عالية و بريئة ايقظت فيهما مشاعر صباهما الشابة.&lt;br /&gt;ترجلتا من السيارة امام ذلك المقهى الذي اعتادتا الجلوس فيه لساعات طويلة ايام الدراسة ولكن لم تجدا اصدقاءهما جالسين فيه كما اعتادوا ولكنهما قبلتا بالحل الوسطوهو المكان ووجودهما فيه لتذكر السعيدة والسعيدة فقط في هذا المكان.&lt;br /&gt;"كم اتمنى لو ان باقي اصدقاؤنا هنا معنا لكانت تلك حقا اجازة الاحلام والذكريات" قالت علا&lt;br /&gt;"ليس كل ما يتمناه المرء يدركه يا علا ولكننا ندرك فقط ما لنا الحق فيه لا أكثر"&lt;br /&gt;"ولكن ام تتمني ان تريني اليوم ..اذا كل ما علينا فعله هو التمني بحق واظن انه سيتحقق"&lt;br /&gt;"لا أظن أننا اذا تمنينا أن يحضر اصدقاؤنا هنا الان فسنجدهم امامنا لا هذا خيالي أكثر من الازم"&lt;br /&gt;"انا لا اتمنى حضور كل اصدقاؤنا ولكن اتمنى فقط حضور محمد سيد ليجلس معنا هنا الان"&lt;br /&gt;"اما زلت تذكرينه يا علا بعد كل هذه السنوات"&lt;br /&gt;"الم تقولي اننا اليوم طالبتين فهذا ما كنت لافكر فيه وأنا طالبة، الم تكوني انت ايضا لتفعلي؟"&lt;br /&gt;"أنا...لا.... لم تقولي هذا؟"&lt;br /&gt;"لا تفزعي فانت اليوم مازلت طالبة ووقتها كنت مجنونة بمحمد مثلما كنت انا ايضا ايس كذلك يا منى؟ لا تقلقي فلن أقول لزوجك فانت اليوم غير متزوجة"&lt;br /&gt;"أهه يا علا يالها من ذكريات"&lt;br /&gt;"ولماذا ذكريات أظنني مازلت احتفظ برقم هاتفه لم لا نحاول الاتصال به ربما يحالفنا الحظ.."&lt;br /&gt;"حسناً اتصلي به" نطقتها منى بنبرة جاءت مفاجئة لعلا التي اخرجت هاتفها وأخذت تبحث حتى وجدت الرقم&lt;br /&gt;"ها هو محمد سيد" وضغطت زر الاتصال&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-1844008474757302822?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/1844008474757302822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=1844008474757302822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/1844008474757302822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/1844008474757302822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/04/2.html' title='رحلة الذكريات 2'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-8732076974425169047</id><published>2008-04-02T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:05:28.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>رحلة الذكريات 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;استيقظت منى في ذلك الصباح الهاديء على ضوء الشمس يداعب وجنتيها وصوت العصافير على الشجرة المجاورة لشرفتها وبجوارها يرقد زوجها هاديء في نومه كما هو في كل حياته وادركت بعد جدالهم الليلة الماضية كم هي تحبه وتعشقه حتى الثمالة وكيف يجري حبه في عروقها مجرى الدم.&lt;br /&gt;ولكن في هذا اليوم جاءتها تلك الفكرة المجنونة في اخذ اجازة قصيرة تصفي بها ذهنها وتستعيد توازن حياتها وترتيب اولوياتها في الحياة. نعم، فهو يوم العطلة ولكنها قررت اخذها بمفردها أو بشخصها القديم منى الفتاة المليئة بالانوثة وليست الزوجة ربة المنزل فكم تمنت ولو ليوم أن تعود منى إبنة العشرين يانعة كالوردة ورشيقة كالفراشة الصغيرة تتنقل من حقل الى اخر، بالرغم من أنها لم تتغير كثيرا في الهيئة ولكن منى الان تختلف في المضمون عن منى منذ سنوات. ومن تلك الفكرة نهضت منى وارتدت ثيابها ليست تلك العادية اليومية بل توليفة منها لتشبه تلك التي اعتادت على ارتدائها في سن العشرين وقبل الزواج وأعدت حقيبة صغيرة ووضعت بها ورقة وقلم وبعض مستحضرات التجميل ورداء فضفاض وصورة لزوجها لتذكرها بألا تبتعد كثيراً.&lt;br /&gt;إنطلقت منى بسيارتها ولاول مرة دون أن توقظ زوجها مخلفة وراءها غيمة غبار وهموم حياتها اليومية وقررت فتح غطاء سقف السيارة كما لم تفعل منذ زمن لتستمتع بالهواء والشمس. قادت منى سيارتها في شوارع العاصمة الخالية تتأمل كل ما هو حولها ولم تدركه من سنين. أول مكان خطر لها أن تمر به هو شارعها القديم وشقة والديها القديمة في حيهم الهاديء، فمنذ وفاة والدها وهي لم تطاء قدم في هذا الحي ولاحظت تغييرات هائلة منذ السنوات القليلة الماضية وكأن الشارع بُني بداخله عالم اخر وانتشرت به المحلات التجارية والكافتيريات (أو ما يطلقون عليه الكافيه) ولاحظت بالرغم من تلك التغييرات وجود نفس محل الخرداوات اسفل بنايتهم وصاحبه يجلس على بابه وقد شابت ملامح وجهه ولكنه كما هو كما اعتادت ان تراه في صغرها ولوهلة شعرت بعمرها يصغر لترى نفسها بالزي المدرسي حاملة حقيبتها  وابتسامتها تملاء وجهها الملائكي وهي تلقي السلام على عم محمد صاحب المحل.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;لم تستطع أن تتوقف وتذهب لرؤية منزلها ولكنها كانت لحظة تساوي أعوام من طفولتها ومراهقتها مرت أمام عينيها لترسم ابتسامة على هذا الوجه الذي ملاءه الزمن بتعابير كثيرة أقلها الابتسام&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-8732076974425169047?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/8732076974425169047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=8732076974425169047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8732076974425169047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8732076974425169047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/04/1.html' title='رحلة الذكريات 1'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-1026788000277346555</id><published>2008-03-02T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:48:33.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mistaken Identity (Where am I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I long to go back to the age where everything was innocent. When I could do or say whatever is on my mind. when there were no broken bonds, where mothers and fathers were to protect and look after their children. where children were all about playing, running and laughing. Where there are no hard choices to be made or long farewells to be said. Where everything is what it looked like no grasping between lines, no mean attitude towards or from those close people. Where LOVE was unconditioned and kisses had more loving meaning, not just physical motion. Where words were more effective than touches.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  I long to go back to NOWHERE&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Where I didn't exist, life would be&lt;br /&gt;                                                             much easier for me !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-1026788000277346555?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/1026788000277346555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=1026788000277346555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/1026788000277346555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/1026788000277346555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mistaken-identity-where-am-i.html' title='My Mistaken Identity (Where am I)'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-6031481901538725284</id><published>2008-02-28T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:18:15.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Nudity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Have u ever tried to get naked...?!&lt;br /&gt;Not physically, but yourself, your true self...?!&lt;br /&gt;I bet it is much harder when thrown into your face by someone especially if that person is close to you. Its more like having a live autopsy, feeling every cut, every pain and every suffering for all and for most seeing the ugly side of "YOU".&lt;br /&gt;Searching deep in one's soul could be extremely tricky and deceiving, but if done and done right it could help you recover from many life illnesses and can be your soul redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me I couldn't be able to figure out my way to soul nudity and extracting me from the outer world. So I'm still struggling my way with myself and all those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-6031481901538725284?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/6031481901538725284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=6031481901538725284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/6031481901538725284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/6031481901538725284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/02/soul-nudity.html' title='Soul Nudity'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-3398906823755844767</id><published>2008-01-13T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:11:26.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTREME DISAPPOINTMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I FEEL SO DISAPPOINTED WHEN I REALIZE THAT ALL OUR YOUTH ARE AUTOMATICALLY PROGRAMMED ON TRAVELING ABROAD JUST TO GET AWAY FROM THIS COUNTRY. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER U CAN'T GET RID OF UR NATIONALITY U WILL ALWAYS BE THE FOREIGNER IN THAT OTHER COUNTRY. U WILL NOT HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS THE LOCAL CIVILIANS HAVE. BUT THIS IS NOT THE PROBLEM, THE BIGGER PROBLEM IS THAT WE ARE RUNNING FROM OUR RESPONSIBILITIES OUR RESPONSIBILITIES TOWARDS OUR COUNTRY. AND IF SOMEONE SAYS THIS COUNTRY DIDN'T GIVE ME ANYTHING THEY ARE LIARS BECAUSE IT'S ENOUGH IT HAS GIVEN U A PLACE TO LIVE IN AND ANOTHER PLACE TO BE EDUCATED IN. THIS COUNTRY IS DETERIORATING I'M NOT DENYING THIS BUT ARE WE JUST GOING TO WATCH IT FALL DOWN WATCH ALL OUR ANCESTORS HARD WORK JUST "GONE WITH THE WIND" IF WE ARE NOT ABLE TO DO LIKE THEM THEN AT LEAST TRY TO KEEP IT SAFE. OUR RESPONSIBILITY TOWARDS THAT DETERIORATING COUNTRY IS TRY TO CHANGE AND PROTECT IT FROM DEATH. BECAUSE IF EVERYONE JUST LEAVE THE COUNTRY WHAT WOULD BE LEFT IN HERE !!!!!!!! JUST WEAK, OLD , KIDS, POOR OR EXTREMELY RICH PEOPLE DO U THINK THIS IS GOING ANYWHERE OTHERWISE THAN "DOWN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WE ARE THE ONE WHO are ABLE TO KEEP THE MIDDLE CLASS WE ARE THE FUTURE. I AM SORRY IF ANY BODY'S MOTHER WAS UNABLE TO RAISE THEM TO BE GREAT IN THEIR OWN COUNTRY TO BE LEADERS AND REFORMERS OF THEIR GENERATION. ITS NOT THEIR FAULT HOW THEY WERE RAISED BUT ITS THEIR FAULT THAT THEY ACCEPTED HOW THEY TURNED TO BE SO PASSIVE AND CHICKENS. JUST RUNNING AWAY FROM UR DESTINIES TO PAY BACK TO UR COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS IF SOMEONE THINKS ABOUT THEIR COUNTRIES AS A MOTHER OR A SISTER THEY WOULDN'T EVER TRY TO ABANDON IT. IF UR MOTHER WAS REALLY ILL WOULD U JUST LEAVE HER AND RUN AWAY, LEAVE HER TO DIE!! IF UR SISTER TURNED OUT TO BE BAD GIRL WOULD U LEAVE HER AND SURRENDER OR WOULD U TRY TO HELP HER AND REFORM HER TO BE BETTER PERSON. COME ON ITS THE SAME WITH UR COUNTRY GUYS. I KNOW HOW HARD IT IS ON A GUY TO FIND A GOOD JOB AND SETTLE AND START A FAMILY, HOWEVER ITS NOT IMPOSSIBLE. ALL GUYS JUST ARE LOOKING FOR THE EASY OPPORTUNITY, THE QUICK DOLLAR. THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO MOVE FORWARD ITS JUST A WAY TO "LIVE".&lt;br /&gt;IF U REALLY WANT TO KNOW HOW BITTER IT IS TO GIVE AWAY UR LIFE HARD WORK JUST SO EASILY, TRY TO WORK SO HARD ON SOMETHING FOR SO LONG WOULD IT BE EASY FOR U TO SIMPLY THROW IT IN THE GARBAGE OR EVEN GIVE IT TO SOMEONE ELSE. THIS IS WAT WE'RE DOING TO OUR YOUTH, EVERY MOTHER IS GIVING AWAY HER SONS TO TRAVEL AND WITH THEM ALL HER SACRIFICES, DAYS OF PAIN AND AGONY AND STAYING LATE AT NIGHT TO WATCH OUT HER KIDS WHEN THEY ARE SICK, SO SIMPLY AND EASILY IN A MOMENT IMAGINING THAT THIS IS BETTER FOR HIM AND HIS FUTURE , I'M SORRY BUT SHE IS JUST A LOSER TO DO SO BECAUSE SHE SPENT ALL THOSE YEARS FOR HER KIDS SO ONE DAY THEY WOULD LOOK AFTER HER NOT ABANDON HER LEAVING HER WITH A FANTASY TO SEE THEM ONCE A YEAR. TRY TO ASK AN OLD FATHER WHO IS SO PROUD TO ASK HIS SON NOT TO TRAVEL AND STAY BY HIS SIDE FOR HIS LEFT DAYS ALIVE. TRY TO IMAGINE HOW MUCH THEY ARE SUFFERING GIVING UP ALL THEIR LIVES AWAY TO FOREIGN COUNTRIES, HOW ABOUT UR OWN COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;THE REALLY IRONIC ABOUT THAT IS A SINGLE COMMENT I HEARD FORM ONE GUY WAS &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THAT&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HE CAN'T WALK DOWN THE STREET HOLDING HANDS WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND WITHOUT HEARING COMMENTS THAT PROVOKES HIM..!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;" OR THAT HE WENT TO AN ARABIC GULF COUNTRY AND SAW "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A GUY KISSING A GIRL IN THE STREET AND NOBODY COMMENTED ALL PEOPLE WERE PASSING BY WITHOUT ANY ACTION..!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;" AND THESE TWO EXAMPLES WERE ACTUALLY TO CLARIFY "HIS POINT OF VIEW". WAT DO U THINK WE ARE SO "SATURATED" WITH FOREIGN CULTURE, HOWEVER THE BAD STINKY HABITS WHICH JUST SHOWS HOW SILLY WE ARE TURNING TO BE!!&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER ANGLE WHICH NOBODY THOUGHT ABOUT IS THAT HOW MUCH TRAVELING WOULD CHANGE PERSONALITY AND APART FAMILIES AWAY AND FRIENDS AND BRING OUT EMOTIONALLY DISTURBED KIDS FOR MISSING THEIR FATHERS/MOTHERS OR EVEN BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN PROPHET MOHAMED (PBUH) LOVE MEKKA SO MUCH THAT WHEN HE WAS ORDERED TO TRAVEL TO MEDINA HE KEPT HIS HEART LOOKING TO GO BACK TO MEKKA AND HOW HAPPY HE WAS WHEN GOD ORDERED HIM TO GO TO MEKKA AND HOW HIS LOVE TO THE PLACE MADE HIS SO MERCIFUL TO ITS PEOPLE. OUR YOUTH UNFORTUNATELY WERE NOT RAISED TO LOVE THIS COUNTRY ... SO PITIFUL ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-3398906823755844767?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/3398906823755844767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=3398906823755844767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/3398906823755844767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/3398906823755844767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/01/extreme-disapointment.html' title='EXTREME DISAPPOINTMENT'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-2466737438047690548</id><published>2008-01-05T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:31:33.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some change "لا ادري"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;now guys i'd gladely present to u a new young and enthusiastic talent and i'm so proud that his first broad publish is through my poor blog so for all of u who appreciate the word and the word for itself plz tell me and him ur truthful opinion about his first published work "لا ادري" . Now ladies and gentlemen elbashmohandes Ahmed Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الى متي سيطول بي الزمان من دونها..................؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا ادري !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الى اين ستاخذني الليالي بعد رحيلها ...................؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا ادري!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; الى متى ستظل عيني تقطر دما على فراقها............؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا ادري!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الى متى سيظل قلبي يتمزق اشلائا من فقدانها..........؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا ادري!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الى متى سيظل عقلي مذهولا لا يؤمن بقدرها.............؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا ادري!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الى متى ستظل روحي تذبل و تذبل حزنا بعد ان صارت وحدها..............؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا ادري!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الى متى سيظل جسدي يشكو و يئن يعد ان رحلت لمصيرها..............؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا ادري!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولا ادري اذا كنت ساتحمل كل هذا العذاب من بعدها .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كل ما ادري  انها رحلت و تركتني وحيدا ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولا الومها............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فرحيلها لم يكن باختيارها ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فقد كانت هي الحياة لي و لقد كنت انا السعادة و الامان  لها ..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و الان رحلت سعادتي و اماني ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و رحلت هي اخذة روحي و حياتي لها........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و بقيت انا.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حزينا ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وحيدا........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اتذكر حبي لها ..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يتقاتل عقلى مع اسئلته و حيرته .................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و انا اقف مكتوف الايدي ..................لا ادري&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-2466737438047690548?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/2466737438047690548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=2466737438047690548&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/2466737438047690548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/2466737438047690548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-change.html' title='some change &quot;لا ادري&quot;'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-2837136238860473205</id><published>2008-01-05T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:14:17.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>حاجة وسخة الجزء التالت</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;لما يبقى كل اللي عايشين عليه مجرد شعارات فارغة هنكون بنضحك على نفسنا وللا على&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; الاجيال اللي جاية وللا الحكومه هي اللي بتضحك علينا مهو ربنا عرفوه بالعقل يعني لما زمااااااااااااااااااان يقولوا الشرطة في خدمة الشعب و بعدين فجأة تكتشف ان الشرطة والشعب في خدمة الوطن طب لما انا والشرطة نخدم الوطن ويجي الوطن يخزوءنا ناخد حقنا منيين "نروح اسرائيل"طب ولاما يكون الوطن مخزوءنا واحنا ساكتين و صابريين بس تيجي كمان الشرطة تخزوءنا زيادة لأ بقي ده يبقى كتييييربصراحة انا موش ضد البلد انا فعلا بحب مصر فوق الوصف ونفسي نكون احسن بلد في العالم موش عشان هي بلدي بس عشان احنا فعلاً عندنا المقومات الكتيرة لبلد عريق والعقليات الجبارة اللي بس محتاجة اللي يقدر يوجهها قبل ما تفقد الامل وتبيع القضية انا بس ضد السلطة المطلقة اللي بيتمتع بيها اي حد في منصب كبير بحس انها حتى لو الانسان ده مثالي هتكون هي مصدر ضعفه و هتحوله لانسان جشع اناني مغرور لان هي دي الطبيعة البشرية و هو ده حال الشرطة للاسف في وطني العزيز.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;كلمة اخيرة ملهاش اي علاقة بالموضوع اللي فات لما تصحى من النوم تلاقي تليفون البيت موش شغال ده شيء عادي بيحصل بتبلغ وتتصل وتنتظر اننهم يصلحوه و المفروض مياخدش وقت لانهم لسة مصلحين الكبلات اللي اتسرقت من فترة قريبه ما علينا تفوت ايام واسابيع ومفيش تغيير قول شهر وكسور و تفاجاء بيهم بيتصللوا بيك يقولولك هي نمرتك كام عشان نوصل الخط!!!!! و تكتشف بمحض الصدفة الغريبة ان اصلاً تليفونك نمرته اتغيرت!! والمفروض انك تروح السنترال تعرف النمرة الجديدة عشان سعادة الموظف لما يكلمك تقولوا النمرة الجديدة يقوم موصلك الخط ولو كل ده حصل بعد كام يوم-متخافش الخط لسه موجود- تلاقي حد بيتصل بيك يقولك على فكرة "لأ موش الكاميرا الخفية" النمرة دي بتاعتي انا و هما ركبوا الخط غلط!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;تفتكروا و ده بيحصل في بلدنا المحروسة الخالية من الفقر واللي اهلها عايشين في "رفاهية" ممكن في يوم نتقدم خطوة حقيقية لقدام و فكر الموظف المصري بالتفكير الرجعي ده؟؟!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-2837136238860473205?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/2837136238860473205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=2837136238860473205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/2837136238860473205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/2837136238860473205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='حاجة وسخة الجزء التالت'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-607688562032267466</id><published>2007-12-24T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T03:32:43.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>حاجة وسخة الجزء الثاني</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;لما يبقى حاميها حراميها و كل عناصر الشرطة مخزوءين الشعب اللي يصور تحرشاته بمتهم وهتك عرضه , يا اخي ده لو كان ابن كلب و فيه العبر كلها تهين كرامته ليه ده لو أسير حرب كان التعامل معاه هيكون احسن.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;ونفس الحُُُماة لما يكونو بيستغلو سلطتهم في مكاسبهم الشخصية مين يحاسبهم دحنا كدة نبقى عملنا زي المثل اللي كلنا عارفينو :سيبنا للقط مفتاح الكرار. اللي يوقف سواق ميكروباص عشان ياكل منه بريزة ولا اكتر وللي يمشي اشارة المرور على هواه عشان بنت حلوة غمزتلو.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;لمل الواحد منهم بالرغم من اليافطة الواضحة اللي تسد عين الشمس في المواصلات العامة عن عدم الاعتراف "بالكرنيهات" وما شابه و يطلع برضة بالكرنيه حتى لو كان مخبر.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;لما تبقى الشوارع مكسرة والرصيف مش موجود و محتاجين لتصليح وهما كل اللي طالع من زمتهم يدهنو السور ورصيف الكوبري ابيض و اسود "لا حول ولا قوة الا بالله" اصل مبقاش مش لاقي اكل و اروح اشتري ببيونة دي تبقى حاجة تشل.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;زي في الجامعات الحكومية لازم الميزانية تتصرف نظام ناس حافظة موش فاهمة لما في كل ميزانية جزء مخصص لتجديد الحمامات طيب لو هي لسة شغالة ليه منحطش الفلوس دي في حاجة تصب في نفس البند يعني مثلا اللي بيروح جامعة عين شمس يعرف حماماتها عاملة ازاي مفيش نضافة مفيش مية حاجة غير ادمية ماهو ممكن بند الفلوس دة يروح للدادات زيادة لتنضيف الحمامات بشكل دوري عشان تفضل نضيفة مش مرة في اليوم وانت و حظك و مش نمسك الحمامت السليمة ندشدشها ميييييييييييييت حته لمجرد بس اننا نصرف الميزانية بحذافيرها والا يبقى عليه العوض ومنه العوض علينا شعب راح ضحيية الروتين الهدام&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-607688562032267466?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/607688562032267466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=607688562032267466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/607688562032267466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/607688562032267466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_24.html' title='حاجة وسخة الجزء الثاني'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-8578387137363506253</id><published>2007-12-16T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:14:45.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>حاجة وسخة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;لما تلاقي واحد راكب عربية جنب السواق ويعدي علي واحدة ماشية في الشارع يحسس عليها تبقي حاجة....؟&lt;br /&gt;لما تلاقي شاب لسة براعم الرجولة بتتفتح في وشه وفي وسط زحمة الاشارة يختار هو وصاحبه السيارة المختارة (سايقاها واحدة) ويجرو قبل الاشارة ماتفتح عشان ايد واحد منهم اللي يكسب الرهان ويحسس علي اللي يقدر عليه....؟&lt;br /&gt;لما تلاقي واحدة بنت او ست راكبة المواصلات و محدش يهون عليه انه يقوم ويقعدها حتي لو ست كبيرة يعني هي لو اخت حد منهم هيرضي يقعد وهي تقف....؟&lt;br /&gt;وفي نفس المواصلة اتفرج لما تيجي واحدة نازلة وياسلاااااام لو زحمة محدش عنده دم يرضى ينزل لحد ماتعدي لا الضربة لاحقاهم وكلو يديها ضهره ويقول لها عدي و طبعا التعدية دي لاتخلو من ان جسمها يحك في جسمه....؟&lt;br /&gt;ولما تقعد ومش مدية خوانة وتلاقي اللي ايده (اللهي ينشك فيها) معدية من بين الكراسي عشان يحسس....؟&lt;br /&gt;أنا فعلا اسفة لكل من قرا اللي فات و حس بشكل او بأخر ان الكلام اللي فيه كلام مايصحش و انني تماديت شوية في الاسلوب بس اعذروني يا جماعة المواقف اللي فاتت حصلت و بتحصل وانا اما مريت بيها او شفتها بعيني ونرجع نقول الدنيا جرى فيها ايه؟؟ والمشكلة فينا احنا (نعيب زماننا والعيب فينا) لو ان كل ام بتربي ابنها علي ان كل بنت او ست في الشارع دي زي امك او اختك حتي لو كانت فيها العبر كلها ربنا اللي هيحاسبها وان لو هو في مواصلات الاولوية للكبار والسيدات مش ان واحد يتخانق مع تباع الميكروباص عشان قاللو يا بيه الست جاية تجري ده مكانها-يرد يقولو يعني انزل ولا ايه هو احنا في الفلاحيين.... للدرجة دي وصلنا فعلا بقينا نستعر من قيمنا الجميلة بكل ما فيها من احترام لكل الفئات فعلا خسااااااارة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-8578387137363506253?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/8578387137363506253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=8578387137363506253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8578387137363506253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8578387137363506253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='حاجة وسخة'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-1775599387007780100</id><published>2007-11-23T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:38:48.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;قوم يا والا شوف البلا&lt;br /&gt;واقع على روسنا من كام سنة&lt;br /&gt;و الجايين قالو للرايحين&lt;br /&gt;والراجعين ماهوماش راجعين&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;قوم يا ولا شوف البلا&lt;br /&gt;خيرنا كله راح وانبرى&lt;br /&gt;و التانيين فرحانين بالخلا&lt;br /&gt;اللي يشيلنا و للي يحط&lt;br /&gt;كله يدوس علي راس الكل&lt;br /&gt;مبسوطين أو زعلانين&lt;br /&gt;كله في قلبه بقي بيحط&lt;br /&gt;شيل بني ادم ،حط التاني&lt;br /&gt;كله يلا يدوس التاني&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;قوم يا ولا شوف البلا&lt;br /&gt;قيل البيه و عين باشا&lt;br /&gt;كله نظام ناس بكاشة&lt;br /&gt;ولا ده بيربط ولا بيحل&lt;br /&gt;هيلا بيلا كل والناس تنشلّ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;قوم يا والا شوف البلا&lt;br /&gt;فين تأميناك ياعم أمين&lt;br /&gt;كله يروح بالتعيين&lt;br /&gt;بالريفو والاسبرين&lt;br /&gt;كل الناس مرتاحين&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;قوم يا واد رقصني و قول&lt;br /&gt;جتنا خيبة غني و قول &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;  7000 سنة حضارة &lt;br /&gt;يا خسارة&lt;br /&gt;واحنا أخرنا عصر حجارة&lt;br /&gt;عايشين على ذكرى الاموات&lt;br /&gt;و قطر زماننا ياولاد فات&lt;br /&gt;و فات وياه الاحساس&lt;br /&gt;اننا أمة و بتنداس&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;قوم يا والا شوف البلا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;واقع على روسنا من كام سنة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-1775599387007780100?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/1775599387007780100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=1775599387007780100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/1775599387007780100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/1775599387007780100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2007/11/7000.html' title=''/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-949645555960905071</id><published>2007-08-11T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:01:31.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW IRONIC??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; how ironic to find that Iraq with all its "internal-issues" still could win in sports field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;how ironic that the first islamic country and the only one impose "nekab" is also full of hypocracy and very nice percentage of gay attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;how ironic to be fooling ourselves to be virtuous and honest while our inner side is a dark moonless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;how ironic to have an inner desire without being able to express it out loudly, as we are in a democratic country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;how ironic for the far eastern countries' people to be so loud and so are we while they are extremely developed and we are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-949645555960905071?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/949645555960905071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=949645555960905071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;يظهر اننا كل سنة ما شاء الله بنزيد في التقدم في مجال السياحة والسنة دي اكبر دليل محدش فكر يسأل مال البرج مالو !!!!ولا مال الاسدين ولا الاهرام ولا الحاج ابو الهول يظهر ان كلهم اتوكسو بعد ماتشطبنا في الحاجة الوحيدة اللي احنا كننا كويسين فيها اّل إيه اّل السياحة احنا بقينا بس شاطرين في التسييح لبعض بسسس&lt;br /&gt;اّل البرج بيتصللح و كان فين التصليح ده قبل "موسم السياحة" يمكن كانو بيصييفو !! ولا كانو مستنيين الاجانب تيجي تصلحهولهم!! هو مش ده دخل برضو واحننا المتضررين يمكن!! المهم باين كمان من كتر الكسفة أسدين قصر النيل مستخبيين تحت الوشاح لاحسن البلدية تاخدهم إشغال طريق !!إشمعننا هما مش اجدادهم الاهرام و أبو الهول اخدو صابونة وفسخو عقد العمل معاهم وقالولهم كفاية عليكو كده اخدتو زمانكم وزمن غيركو اتلهو بقي ايييييييييييييييييييييه دنيااااا&lt;br /&gt;كان من سنة فاتت كان فيه اختراع برضو كده اسمو "مهرجان السياحة والتسوق" راح فيين معرفش حصللو ايه برضو معرفش وحياتكو اللي يشوف منكو المهرجان يسلملي عليه و يقوللو فينك وحشتنا من سنة&lt;br /&gt;واّل قالولنا زمان مش غلط انك تغلط لكن الغلط إنك تستمر في الغلط و الحمد لله احنا مش بس مستمرين في الغلط احنا تفوقنا عليه عايزين ايه يفوقنا !! مش عارفه!!هههه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-8432521525371890573?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/8432521525371890573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=8432521525371890573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8432521525371890573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8432521525371890573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2007/08/2007_01.html' title='عام 2007 ليس عام موفَّق للسياحة في مصر'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-2335059856314373482</id><published>2007-08-01T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T13:48:19.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>إنا لله و إنا إليه راجعون</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;تنعي ريهام سمير سائر الشعب المصري بجميع فئاته علي وفاة المغفور لهم اهرامات الجيزة والسيد ابو الهول شاهدو العصر, إثر حادث أليم أودي بحياتهم وشطب أسماءهم من لائحة العجائب السبعة (لعدم توافر الشروط), اسكنهم الله فسيح جناته و ألهم أهلهم الصبر والسلوان&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-2335059856314373482?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/2335059856314373482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=2335059856314373482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/2335059856314373482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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GOING WITH SUCH FATWA COMING FROM SUCH "TRUSTED"PLACE OR SHOULD IT BE !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;حسبي الله و نعم الوكيل&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-8237942682842105277?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/8237942682842105277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=8237942682842105277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/8237942682842105277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taxi!!" its easy to stop a taxi but very hard to convince him to drive u to ur destination after argueing and a very long interrogation he thinks thats not his way "i'm sorry" and simply drive away. What the hell is that!! how could he dare to say this to me!! I mean he is a taxi driver how could he refuse to do his job!! and negotiate about the fare and where are we going and may be suggesting couple of places to go instead!!!! after this long wait i decided to take anything else "microbus" or "mini". they are rare crowded and smell bad!! after suffering i manage to get into one "microbus". "the fare miss!!" very rudely the driver's assist. askes me while staring and smiling in a silly way. The driver goes very fast through the streets messing up my favourite hobby which is watching people.Through out my childhood they kept teaching us that the traffic light is always 3 lights(red for stop-yellow for ready- green for go), but only here in Egypt where u can find a one colour traffic light it have three places and they are all yellow!! i mean is that a sign for drivers to be always "ready"or what i cant really get it!! Also those poor traffic men who know nothing about anything they can hardly stop cars or let them drive away, they are really helpless and useless as long as they are not granted the right authority to practice it. while I'm very aware where we are going and heading to once they arrive to where they like no matter if this is where u want to go or not they force u to get out, "this is our last stop.!!" everybody gets out bored, busy or whatever they have in their mind. I go to take the subway, well its fast and some how easy. I pass the money to the clerk waiting for my ticket and as i dont take the sub. too much i tend to ask about my destination how to get there after he harreses me for some time i get the info. i want and head down to take the next train. people like to stare soo much and make u feel like an alien. anyway i stand waiting for it to come and fortunately it arrives quickly i get in and search for an empty place to stand not even to sit, just to stand. while a religious nice lady start to give her speech about whatever she likes, i just fly with my imagination into the darkness of the tunnel around us and imagine if it breaks down what shall i do"ohh God!!". i shake my head trying to get rid of that idea realizing that i'm at my stop. fighting to get down as the crocodiles of people tend to push u back, i succeed to get out.&lt;br /&gt;Finally i finishes what i've came to but remembering how could i go back home "what a misery". i try to wait for some "mini or microbus" but its all in vain they are now all crowded... while waiting i see at that same street a young mother with her 3 children; one holding clinex boxes running between crazy drivers to buy them and he is more or less 4 years. the younger is holding some flower necklaces and he's just 2.5-3 years max also running towards the cars and ohh God i cant imagine how this mother can stand that. I mean to see their children endangered by every car they approach i myself got scared for every second this little kid gets down the pavement onto the wide street. and she is happily watching just sitting and watching!!!! i just manage to get on "something" back home wishing i could see these poor kids 10 years later where did they end up and if they forgave their mother for that abuse and misleading in their life and innocent childhood...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-4279487588602803640?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/4279487588602803640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=4279487588602803640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/4279487588602803640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/4279487588602803640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2007/05/meditation-to-road-trip-through-cairos.html' title='Meditation to a road trip through cairo&apos;s streets'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-1842761859659419717</id><published>2007-05-11T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:59:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They told me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/RkTK9m4p_1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JsvQnu1KaPc/s1600-h/29db9b7027.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/RkTK9m4p_1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JsvQnu1KaPc/s320/29db9b7027.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063395040830291794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me to stop looking around for something worth to live for... your life is much worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me light is good only when it is used to lead u through the dark days, but when they are just a purpose to reach it will take u no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me dont say words you shall regret saying one day, thus think thoroughly before saying your words. Because once they are said they are taken against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me never stop hoping there will be better life for you, because once you stop believing you will stop improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me never get too close to anybody because once you get closer the ugly details appear and believe me you'll hate it. (Always keep the distances).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me life is just a journey so try to get as much fun and the least casualities as you can. Never try to lose yourself for cheap things, you are much valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me in your darkest and lowest point try harder to look to the far blinking spot because this shall be your way out one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me never forget your deceased beloved but also dont live grieving over the memory all your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me no boss is friendly just do your job, because what ever you shall do you'll never please him 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They told me love is the best gift in the world but its not the only too, life is full of blessings be more thankful every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-1842761859659419717?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/1842761859659419717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=1842761859659419717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/1842761859659419717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/1842761859659419717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2007/05/they-told-me.html' title='They told me'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/RkTK9m4p_1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JsvQnu1KaPc/s72-c/29db9b7027.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-6209880442360206443</id><published>2007-05-03T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:00:50.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/RjpNTG4p_0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i6ZkI9BALwY/s1600-h/2841188510641581-109939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/RjpNTG4p_0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i6ZkI9BALwY/s320/2841188510641581-109939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060442121965272898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   Sweet little Rose liked the colour "white". All her clothes were white and so were her dollies. But her favourite dress was a white ling dress with pearls around the neck and a light rosy rose. One day she went out of her house promising her mom to be back really soon. she used to play in the wide greeny fields around her house all alone,but happy. this time she challenged herself to go far and beyond the limits of her mind. she ran fast, as fast as she could. once she found herself infront of a beautiful, spakling pond, with white doves around it. the scenery looked fabulous. she was fascinated by the colours and lights, yet she didn't feel at ease. Something was wrong. then one old white-headed man came from no where, approached Rose. "Are you lost?!", asked the man. "No, I've been here before", she didn't know why she lied but certainly she was taken with the view and blind minded. Also she didn't want to look ignorant or lost. the man told her to come to the local market, after hesitation for a while, she didn't want to be an alien and so she went.&lt;br /&gt; This market was really messy and chaotic people were dirty, disgusting and smelly. when she showed up in the market, they were shocked, quite and weary. then they all cheered up, hugged her, although they didn't know her and neither did she. her white dress was all dirty with muddy stains. Rose felt really out ragged and furious. she tried to know if they ever seen her before but no one would answer. she cried and screamed, yet they kept polluting and poisoning her white dress. that old man showed again and this time he looked as dirty and disgusting as everbody else. "you knew, and we treated you as you knew". Then she was driven away with her dirty dress, all its pearls were lost. they took her back to her house's backyard, only then the old man snatched off the beautiful rosy rose from the dirty dress, "this doesn't fit your dress". With Rose's heart breaking cry and their mischievous laughs; Rose's rosy rose was lost.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-6209880442360206443?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/6209880442360206443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=6209880442360206443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/6209880442360206443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/6209880442360206443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2007/05/rose.html' title='ROSE'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/RjpNTG4p_0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/i6ZkI9BALwY/s72-c/2841188510641581-109939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-5214759866630615604</id><published>2007-03-29T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:06:42.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Storming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/Rgw0yCtUT_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0gOIKMBE2Es/s1600-h/0507051622391enough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/Rgw0yCtUT_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0gOIKMBE2Es/s320/0507051622391enough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047467316700532722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we can't take care of our own rubbish and ask for foreign experiences, how on earth are we about to renew out constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If the good examples cant live among all this corruption, why remain good.. be the bad guy all the way : its better, easier and relieves ur morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; If men cant understand women and vice versa why on earth do they end up together "married" does anybody get a manual in their weddings "WITH EVERY WEDDING PLAN GET UR FREE MANUAL TO DEAL WITH UR WIFE/HUSBAND"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If no one can trust the others how does he expect others to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If no one is frank why is it asked from us all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For every nap there is always an extra 5 mins that we crave to sleep more, even it won't matter that much !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Why does everybody crave for "love".., when it comes we give away all our friends, relatives and we are willing to die for it.. after a while the guy/girl is not worthy .. its too late to get back what u've given up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If kids turn out to be really mean offspring why did u ever thought of getting married !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If most of what ever we've learnt is evaporated, wasted or thrown in the garbage.. why did we lose all those years from our life in this damn educational system :S turning out to be less educated more lazy and much more dependent...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For every person there is a very dark side of him, those who can hide it and rarely follow their satanic desires are those who win at last ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-5214759866630615604?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/5214759866630615604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=5214759866630615604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/5214759866630615604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/5214759866630615604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2007/03/brain-storming.html' title='Brain Storming'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONz98LCRf5M/Rgw0yCtUT_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0gOIKMBE2Es/s72-c/0507051622391enough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-116604947540507590</id><published>2006-12-13T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:21:44.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE...PLZ  VOTE FOR THE ARAB WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is the first time i'll ask u a favor i want everybody to vote for the pyramids of giza and for all the Arabic wonders in the universal vote that is due on saturday, july 7, 2007 for announcing the "new 7 wonders" in Lisbon, Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;DONT LET ARABS AND EGYPTIANS BE CROSSED AWAY FROM THE WORLD'S MAP WE EARN THIS POSITION AND WE OWE OUR GREAT ANCESTORS THIS LEAST CREDIT PLZ DONT TAKE THIS FOR JUNK OR TRASH I HOPE U CAN HELP..!!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.new7wonders.com&lt;br /&gt;PLZ VOTE ..... !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-116604947540507590?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/116604947540507590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=116604947540507590&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/116604947540507590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/116604947540507590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/12/voteplz-vote-for-arab-world.html' title='VOTE...PLZ  VOTE FOR THE ARAB WORLD'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-116250306076042259</id><published>2006-11-02T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:33:03.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>most of the men are pimps proof number 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that is a phenomenon that happenes and is repeated hundreds of times through the day against every female in this country and mainly that i am sure of in cairo. where any girl can simply ride the taxi and be shocked to find the driver in his seat masturbating. that is also another kind of the sexual harressments in this country against women and girls as a whole so nobody have the right to be surprised to know what happened down town in the feast. i've heard this incident happens to friends of mine&lt;/span&gt; but i couldn't believe how dare, insolent and immoral people ,in here ,are turning to be. this poor girl have to choose between two options if she knew and was sure that he is doing it either to make him stop the vehicle and she gets out of the car, and this is not easy and can get her into trouble with the driver. The other option for her is to play the innocent role and as if she hadn't seen anything until she comes near the place she is seeking and gets out as soon as possible. In either options this female is insulted and shocked, no wonder if she was alone how devastated her spirit could be.&lt;br /&gt;The question now is not why those drivers turn to be like this? nor How they choose their victims? or Is it just any female that makes him be turned on? but the real question is ... How could any female trust herself to ride any taxi after going through such horrifing experiance??&lt;br /&gt;The common factor between all of those psycho drivers is that they don't want to rape the girls they ride with them, but only to reach their orgasm and the highest extreme of physical pleasure and simply those girls can get out of the car after those pimps reach their "orgasm". They have reached the point that they simply park the cars by any sideway street and ask the girls to stay for a while just so simple and that they will let them out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how insolent, insulting and terrifying to reach such degree of impudence and boldness!!!!!!!!! May God have mercy on us and on our "country"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-116250306076042259?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/116250306076042259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=116250306076042259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/116250306076042259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/116250306076042259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/11/most-of-men-are-pimps-proof-number-2.html' title='most of the men are pimps proof number 2'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-116017298122048056</id><published>2006-10-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:31:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>لمسه وفاء وشكر</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ظاهرة مشرفه بدءت بالانتشار و هي نعم الظواهر التي تستحق الاحترام و التقدير ,تلك الظاهره التي اظهرت معدن شباب مصر الاصيل . انتشار شباب فاعل الخير في كل الميادين والاشارات اوقات الفطور لتوزيع التمرات, عصائر, و وجبات ايضا علي كل المارة و سائقي السيارات ممن يهديهم طريقهم الي اماكن فاعلي الخير. بصراحه ليس هناك كلام اكثر لاقوله و لكنني اتمني ان اتوجه بالشكر لكل من يساهم في هذه اللفته الانسانيه الرائعه . و من يعرف احد ممن يساهموا في فعل الخير ان يوصل شكري العميق و اعتزازي بشباب مصر الاصيل و انني اتمني من كل قلبي ان اتيحت لي الفرصه لاساهم في هذا المشروع لما ترددت لثانيه من وقت فراغي في سبيل تحقيق غايه نبيله كتلك الغايه. الي الامام ايها الشباب الصاعد بدونكم لما كان لوطننا او ديننا اي تقدم و ازدهار و انني لاتمني ان نوحد امالنا و غاياتنا لنصل معاً لكي نمحي وجود اي جياع في مصرنا الحبيب, وطننا العربي و الاسلامي بإذن الله ليس فقط في رمضان.ربنا يقويكم كلكم دعوات الكل في ميزان حسناتكم بإذن الله...............  يارب&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-116017298122048056?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/116017298122048056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=116017298122048056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/116017298122048056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/116017298122048056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='لمسه وفاء وشكر'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115905476005145740</id><published>2006-09-23T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:19:30.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Hello to all my dear readers, if there is, I just wanted to say HAPPY RAMADAN to all of you. Don't eat lots of sweets, Konafa and 2atayef :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;just be light and right. And a special thanks to the new reader and "commenter" Haysam, HAPPY RAMADAN, and GOOD LUCK in your exams i know really how your field can be a humane killer, almost its the problem in all of our educational systems :S . And ofcourse you are most welcomed to make as much noise as you like only as long as its "fair" kind of noise :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115905476005145740?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115905476005145740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115905476005145740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115905476005145740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115905476005145740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-ramadan.html' title='Happy Ramadan'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115843798983592551</id><published>2006-09-16T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:16:00.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All men are pimps and all women prostitutes!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A very disgusting phenomenon that started to invade our "pious" society; too many men bulling and irritating women all over. The surprizing fact for those who may face this problem for the first time is that most of those "pimps",excuse me for calling them so but they can't be anything else, are middle aged to old men and that what really makes it more disgusting. If the elders of the society can't control their sexual appetite, how could they give good example for their children or nephews???&lt;br /&gt;Such pimps can't even simply differentiate between good or bad. They don't let any single girl in the street without bulling, giving some comments or even parking their own cars for the girls or women (may be married too) to ride beside them. How disgusting can such behaviour be for both men (normal ofcourse if they still exist) and respectable women (who really deserve to be respected).&lt;br /&gt;I know that many men may defend themselves by accusing girls that they provoke their eyes and so their tongues can't be silent. My answer for those would be in one question: Why on earth would any man humiliate girls or women (if they didn't do any provocative action)????&lt;br /&gt;Why do most of those pimps insist on considering all female species as PROSTITUTES?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115843798983592551?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115843798983592551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115843798983592551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115843798983592551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115843798983592551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-men-are-pimps-and-all-women.html' title='All men are pimps and all women prostitutes!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115775691193996729</id><published>2006-09-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:08:32.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Human relations are so difficult and twisted. Once you love someone you may lose that person. But when you hate anybody, know for sure that you are obliged to act nicely with that "one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* Sometimes it's better for certain type of humans to deal with animals rather than their fellow humans!!!! Because either those humans are incapable of dealing with humans or that animals suddenly became more honest than their fellow humans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* Life sucks, nothing is easy, there are no real friends in this world.... so what deal with it and move on ... nothing is perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* You would better live your moment thinking, trying to improve and finding your own "path"  rather than lamenting the loss of time and direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* It will take so many failures to find your success, but once you find it all your failures are turned into memories and experiances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* Never try to ignore your past painful memories, because they will always remain a part of your being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* True love is very rare once it hits your heart, it rips it out of your chest send it all over the world and get it back to you. Only then you'll know its true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* Death is very sly try to live as much valuable moments as you can with people you love, because once death comes you can't get the lost moments back but you can remember the good ones forever. Never lose your time over people you don't care about much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* Parents are the most devoted people you'd ever meet in your world and their devotedness are only for you, so don't lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;* There is no harm every once in a while to shed some tears over some stupid desicions you took or regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115775691193996729?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115775691193996729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115775691193996729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115775691193996729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115775691193996729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/09/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115775439643220407</id><published>2006-09-08T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:25:47.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>transportation or Mental Retardation!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's really very hard to talk about transportation in Egypt. Should I be talking about the rush hours that exceeded 2 hours in every morning and 4 hours at noon?? Or should I be talking about the increase of these hours to become the whole day long in Ramadan?? Or to speak about the shortage of the accesable means of transportation?? Or about the ridiculous attitude of people in those means??&lt;br /&gt;Actually its a whole bunch of problems gathered in one big bomb shell called "transportation". The simple Egyptian who can't actually afford to ride the, so called luxurious, buses that cost  1.50 L.E.  for the ticket, this miserable man should wait for the bus that only comes every 2 hours -at least -carrying double its actual capacity  or more. Even if he made his way through this social cuddling, he can never make sure that he'll get out of it sound and safe without any losses( I guess those who use those buses know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;Girls could hardly live such experiance without any losses that may be at least psychological ones. The none cooperative attitude for the male passangers make it hard as hell to get on these buses without fighting, pushing or even cursing. People even lost their simplest principals that we used to learn when we were young students. One can really be surprized to see how the young deal with spaces and seats from the "I came first" prespective, ignoring all the traditions and simple rules of decency. Those rules that we used to hear and read in our books about respecting the old, women, young children and have mercy on the weak, I know that some would say such ideals doesn't exist anymore............Unfortunately , yes it doesn't anymore.......But not for me... or for my children that shall live better life than that we are living...&lt;br /&gt;If we started to respect everybody around and stopped for a moment from being selfish just for the sake of seeking better life. I guess we shall then progress.&lt;br /&gt;As long as they can't increase the numbers of buses at least through rush hours, as long as they can't be honest about the "special" service that is not special at all, and as long as they wont improve their nasty service for the poor people, I just hope that we help each other, at least, because we are all facing the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115775439643220407?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115775439643220407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115775439643220407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115775439643220407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115775439643220407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/09/transportation-or-mental-retardation.html' title='transportation or Mental Retardation!!!!!'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115567484314524541</id><published>2006-08-15T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:01:29.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>مكتب "الوطن" لتوظيف العماله في الخارج</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;مشهد بيتكرر كتير اوي يمكن اكتر من مرة في بيت واحد.&lt;br /&gt;الاب لابنه: بص يابني انا استلفت فلوس من عمك و بعت دهب امك عشان تقدر تسافر تعمللك قرشين.&lt;br /&gt;انا عارف انك كنت لاول على دفعتك مع ذلك متعينتش فى الكليه عشان ابن العميد العاشر على الدفعه لازم يتعين.&lt;br /&gt;الابن:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; يا بابا انا همسك في الفرصه دي بإديا و سناني انا ما صدقت اني الاقي فرصه زي دي.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;و يسافر الابن الي الخارج ميهمش الخليج ولا غيرها المهم ان البلد خسرت ابن من اولادها بسبب الكوسا و المحسوبيه ومع الاسف اننو هيلاقي اللي هيقدر امكانياته صح.&lt;br /&gt;مشهد تاني يحزن اكتر.&lt;br /&gt;الابن ده لما يرجع بلده تاني هيكون الحال كالتالي:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;بابا انا جاي في الاجازه دي ان شاء الله عشان نشوف العروسه اللي انت قلتلي عليها (ده اذا مكنش اتجوز اصلاً) ونخلص الموضوع و اخدها و نسافر. انا بصراحه مقدرش افضل في البلد دي اكتر من كده مفيش حاجه عدله و كله زفت الاسعار, الخدمات والامكانيات كمان.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ام العريس تتكلم مع ام العروسه: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;يا حبيبتي ابني ماشاء الله جاهز من كله و شغال في بلاد بره بيقبض بالافرنجي و بنتك هتعيش معاه هناك معززه مكرمه و مش هتحتاج حاجه.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ام العروسه لابو العروسه:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; ده عريس لقطه يا حاج مش هيكلفنا حاجه و ياخويا اختها الصغيره اولى بالفلوس اللي هنوفرها نجهزها بيها. على بركة الله.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;و تتكرر المشاهد المشابهه او غير, المهم هو هنفضل لامتي خيرنا و خير بلدنا طالع لبره كده محدش هيقدر يستحمل يعيش في البلد ؟ نسيبها تخرب اكتر؟ وللا نتحرك فبل فوات الاوان و قبل غيرنا ما يجي يشفط خيرنا و خير البلد دي !!! ساعتها بس هنقول ياريت !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;اللي يعرف يرد عليا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115567484314524541?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115567484314524541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115567484314524541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115567484314524541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115567484314524541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='مكتب &quot;الوطن&quot; لتوظيف العماله في الخارج'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115567272223101801</id><published>2006-08-15T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:00:52.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When I was a little child I've always dreamed of travelling to Europe or even America, that dream just kept growing. Movies, products and fake civilisation just kept nourishing my "American Dream". I was really fascinated with the life style, "freedom" and everything there. After I grew up and started to realize the fake mask this culture is wearing, by this time I had my own view and my own theory about the "American Dream".&lt;br /&gt;If we looked closer we'll easily realize that the Americans were mainly criminals, outcasts and thieves, whose countries' jails couldn't bare more and thus were sent to the "new land". I mean that they are not of a main united origin thats why they are all  suffering ethnic. They had this major sadistic background of serial killings for the native Americans (no wonder they are reviving that tradition back).&lt;br /&gt;Even those who were of some "noble" origin they were cruel enough to enslave the Africans and treat them as animals with lower rank of rights (so long for the "noble" origin). I mean if we compared their origins and their attitude nowadays we will understand why they act like this. Its simply lack of unity in origins, that they all carry along where ever they go, which makes them so degraded that they like to prove themselves to other people by power and ruling the world's sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115567272223101801?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115567272223101801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115567272223101801&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115567272223101801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115567272223101801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/08/american-dream.html' title='American Dream'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115481078971542931</id><published>2006-08-05T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:29:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the pharaohs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am the grand son of king Tut, thats why I am still following my ancestors' traditions in writing and registering all our memories, daily routine and even love stories on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;But our new generation has applied new techniques that suits the new age we are living. It's not necessary to write on walls only, wherever you have space, pen and free time to take down notes do it. You can do this on your way back home on the bus, subway, or even micro and minibuses, and if you are walking you can still write on every single wall that you pass by. It's more fun to write on people's own property and sign ur name, your beloved name and your dates too.&lt;br /&gt;"WE ARE THE GREAT SONS OF OUR GREAT ANCESTORS",  the common illusion we are all living these days and clinging to it. It's great to appreciate our ancestors and their incredible intelligence. Our attitude is the most incredible mere stupidity which we insist to adopt. Our ancestors are our past, we can't live without a past, yet we can't live in the past forever. Time changes, people changes and so should we. Change is our only tool for coping and moving with this country forward. This fierce developed countries consider us a burden over the whole world ,that we shouldn't live in this world sucking all its natural sources without working back.&lt;br /&gt;The Pharaos have done their own part of working hard and thinking, but what have we done uptill now...................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115481078971542931?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115481078971542931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115481078971542931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115481078971542931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115481078971542931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-are-pharaohs.html' title='We are the pharaohs!!'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115469017659885475</id><published>2006-08-04T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:38:25.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is quite interesting following up the Egyptians' attitude outside our boarders. That citizen in his own country spitting , throwing out garbage in the street and even driving his own car with less respect to the normal and simple principals of any decency. While that same person's attitude changes 180 degree once he gets out of the plane anywhere else outside his country. Simply he follows every single tiny rule and principal. He, by all means, tries to fit into that society by adopting the normal attitude of "western citizen".&lt;br /&gt;This always brings into my mind that Quranic verse "الاقربون اولى بالمعروف" or" charity begins at home". For that citizen his own country deserves his positive change more than doing it for the sake of other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115469017659885475?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115469017659885475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115469017659885475&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115469017659885475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115469017659885475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/08/change.html' title='The Change'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115439333187391502</id><published>2006-07-31T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T03:27:15.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chatting is the  spider web in our society. First when I started using  the Internet I was a chatting addict. I used to chat for hours and hours. I've meet so many people, added them, blocked them and deleted them too. But after a while I stopped for many reasons and just limited my chatting skills on my msn, which only contained my friend's addresses.&lt;br /&gt;I get many adding requests from strangers and they usually think I am a guy, because I'm using a masculin nickname. Any way, when I used to chat i never chatted to Egyptians. With all my respect but they deal horribly with any Egyptian girl and try to apply their mixed ideas on those girls. Recently I got a request to be added on msn, I accepted it and forgot all about that address. When he saw me online he told me that he liked to get to know me and that he respects friendship (My God....!! guys aren't you bored of that sentence..!!). So I asked him how he got my email and really was so silly at first with him because he got my add from an email he got.&lt;br /&gt;He was very respectable unlike the standard of Egyptian guys I've chatted to. The mixed ideas were very obvious in his words, attitude and questions. He showed a lot of sudden interest in chatting with "me". So i just asked him why? he just told me that this is how he deals with "friends". He also told me that he chatted to other girls on the Internet and that he "knows" everything about them.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the most strange request, he asked for my cell phone number.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"just to check on you and call you when i have no access to the Internet."&lt;br /&gt;"dont worry I have my other friends' numbers and I will not bother you with my calls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't continue talking about that issue and just refused to give him any numbers Ofcourse..!!&lt;br /&gt;He repeated the same request again so I asked him: "If I were your little sister would you still ask me that request...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"you named it.... I am sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"you said if you were my sister.... and I would never accept this to my own sister..."&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"then you were treating me just as what? If your requests is impossible for your sister why do you think they are possible for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"My sister is young and can't deal with chatting and besides I can't even allow her to chat"   !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Listen I can't just go through this hypocrisy any more if you think chatting is wrong, then why are you doing it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just can't chat with you anymore or even stand you with that dualism in your principals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"As you wish .... I promise that I'll not bother you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I was not so shocked but yet couldn't believe that this really existed, and that our society has double measurments for everything according to the "mean" or the "end".&lt;br /&gt;Our youth is torn and is getting so mixed messages from the elders which make them confused and mix the wrong to be right.&lt;br /&gt;For anybody the "RIGHT"  and "WRONG" should be the same no matter who this person might be; boy or girl, married or single women and men, white or black, muslim or christian, western or eastern.&lt;br /&gt;We should have a fixed right principals to teach the youth, whatever is wrong remains wrong in any situation under any circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115439333187391502?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115439333187391502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115439333187391502&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115439333187391502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115439333187391502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/08/chatting.html' title='Chatting'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115438957165447221</id><published>2006-07-31T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:43:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some qoutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Some qoutes which i found very helpful about change for famous thinkers:&lt;br /&gt;"He that will not apply new remedies must expect new evils; for time is the greatest innovator." Francis Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." Mohandas Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;"Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change." Confucius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115438957165447221?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115438957165447221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115438957165447221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115438957165447221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115438957165447221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-qoutes.html' title='Some qoutes'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115437006208750619</id><published>2006-07-31T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:24:34.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why....?We are in Egypt..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;People always think that to change there have to be a motive for that change. By this motive they need some previlage they get and they never look for change in itself as a previlage. Although the results is much worthy than any motives but they just can't take the first step. All the time waiting for a leader or a person to start the way for change so they could follow his/her footsteps. Again why wait for leadership, if everybody change in his/her own self and all around then that is a change.&lt;br /&gt;The passive attitude of people and delaying the change is just because they are being lazy will never lead any progress. If everybody says how to change and there is no hope then that is for sure a hopless attitude and they are only acting so negative. Many people have very high aspiration for change but they are only hiding it because of being afraid of society looks and "because we are in Egypt". Egypt is one of the genuine nations in the world and this is known for ages and its people have all the potentials to be the greatest but all what is needed is some persistance and faith that "WE WILL CHANGE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115437006208750619?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115437006208750619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115437006208750619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115437006208750619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115437006208750619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/07/whywe-are-in-egypt.html' title='Why....?We are in Egypt..!!!'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115430557293544252</id><published>2006-07-30T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:30:59.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's fault??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"What made people in our society so negative?"&lt;br /&gt;A very tricky question that a friend of mine asked. It is that kinds of questions that is like : which came first, the egg or the hen??! but I've always thought that its just a matter of getting used to the current situation even if it was wrong. My friend told me that in the past people used to be rebellious and when they see something wrong they try to change it. But that doesn't make the old days perfect or so. It is all about what is right and what is wrong. In our "globalization" age youth is getting extremely mixed messages; they watch all day long the american moives and try to copy the life style and yet they can't apply it to our eastern society. Therefore young people become so much torn between the western civilization and the eastern traditions.&lt;br /&gt;Our society have been stereo typed by the government. they are treated like babies and yet they accept it, they are directed like sheeps and accepting that. The act of acceptance deprive those people from any rebellious act afterwards. So any act of rebellion by this"sheeps" will only be treated by violence from the sheperd and afterall the sheep will go back to his herd, as the sheperd orders.&lt;br /&gt;Any way i think that change can't happen easily but it will happen one day. All that is important is not to have a sudden drastic change which could be a shock it has to be so slow and right so that it have its "deep" and "lasting" effect in our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115430557293544252?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115430557293544252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115430557293544252&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115430557293544252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115430557293544252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/07/whos-fault.html' title='Who&apos;s fault??!!'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31913992.post-115430283289580896</id><published>2006-07-30T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:12:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi everybody I just wanted to welcome you in here and i hope that we all together make some differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31913992-115430283289580896?l=spotlighting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/feeds/115430283289580896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31913992&amp;postID=115430283289580896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115430283289580896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31913992/posts/default/115430283289580896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spotlighting.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello!!'/><author><name>Caring Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891844349449952237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
