Her Miracle

Her miracle is something nobody understood but me, however everybody was in need to it. That's why my heart followed her immediately ignoring how everyone looked at me ...

Everybody longed for her magic that only she could perform
She alone painted life and colored it in a special way
and leaves everybody watching astonished
to finally smile at the picture she created

She alone colored the shadow of people in Cairo's streets
Coloring the shadows of those she don't know before the ones she knew
to leave you in the end in front of a reflection of you in true color not artificial as the original is


Lilies and Canina flowers grow on her skin, she picked them for those who are around her
Everything she painted turned into a miracle to a feeling that draws a smile upon a man's heart before his lips

But the miracle of the shadows she colored has always remained the one nobody understood
as soon as she finishes coloring your shadow and you look at it, you see what's inside yourself
and you are always amazed at what you see
and when you look at her smiling she says her favorite words :
"No wonder this is what inside a human being and you are one"

And one day I met her
and before she colored my shadow I knew what I will see
As she has painted her own reflection
and she didn't speak a word, she only smiled at me
and we walked together without speaking
I knew as she realized what she wants to say

And before she left I told her: I believe in you
She told me: Everybody should believe

Her miracle was making you happy person in a different way

That's why when they have put her in her coffin
Nobody stood in front of her grave but me
because everybody took his share of his own shadow
except me
I lost my shadow forever
Queen of Sabaa


Written by : Michel F. Khater
Translated by : Wafik Moussa
Original Text Here

Blinded by FEAR

Blinded by FEAR

Blinded by non trusted TRUTH

Blinded by untrue HISTORY

Blinded by what they want us to only know

Blinded by digitizing human beings

Blinded by untrue light that you named life

Blinded by FEAR

Fear of searching the real truth

Blinded by everything they do

This is not a conspiracy theory

It’s the NEW WORLD ORDER they create

And it's done by FEAR

So we accept what they want us to know

Just not to live in fear

But blind

Living blindly is better than Fear

The Truth ... Is Not Here

So, a rich little man with white hair died. What does that got to do with
the price of rice, right? And why is that woe to us?

Because you people and 62 million other Americans are listening to me right now. Because less than 3 percent of you people read books. Because less than 15 percent of you read newspapers. Because the only truth you know is what you get over this tube.

Right now, there is a whole, an entire generation that never knew
anything that didn’t come out of this tube. This tube is the gospel, the ultimate revelation. This tube can make or break presidents, popes, prime ministers. This tube is the most awesome goddamn force in the whole godless world.

And woe is us if it ever falls into the hands of the wrong people. And
that’s why woe is us that Edward George Ruddy died. Because this company is now in the hands of CCA — the Communication Corporation of America. There’s a new Chairman of the Board, a man called Frank Hackett, sitting in Mr. Ruddy’s office on the 20th floor.

And when the 12th largest company in the world controls the most awesome goddamn propaganda force in the whole godless world, who knows what shit will be peddled for truth on this network.

So, you listen to me. Listen to me! Television is not the truth.
Television’s a goddamn amusement park. Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We’re in the boredom-killing business.

So if you want the truth, go to God. Go to your gurus. Go to yourselves, because that’s the only place you’re going to find any real truth. But, man, you’re never gonna get any truth from us.

We’ll tell you anything you wanna hear. We lie like hell. We’ll tell you
that Kojak always gets the killer and that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker’s house. And no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don’t worry.

Just look at your watch. At the end of the hour, he’s gonna win.

We’ll tell you any shit you want to hear. We deal in illusions, man.
None of it is true!

But you people sit there day after day, night after night, all ages,
colors, creeds. We’re all you know. You’re beginning to believe the illusions we’re spinning here. You’re beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal.

You do whatever the tube tells you. You dress like the tube. You eat
like the tube. You raise your children like the tube. You even think like the tube. This is mass madness you maniacs! In God’s name you people are the real thing, WE are the illusion!

So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now. Turn them off right now. Turn them off and leave them off. Turn them off right in the middle of the sentence I am speaking to you now! Turn them off!

From Network Movie 1976
Network (1976) on IMDB
Network (1976) on WIKIPEDIA

The TRIBE

Slowly
You find that the dividing line between you and your icons gradually withdraw to the other side, that you have become a symbol of those symbols that do not die inside you.
You become an icon of yourself, which will never die.
And that everything happening to you, become history, which does not end
And everything you do is just a small step towards the TRIBE which everyone tries to reach.

Slowly
You discover that you are still putting mental salvation seeds, in the minds of all people around you.
Hardly, trying not to fall, despite the passage of time that left his white traces in your hair
You are trying to revive the TRIBE, despite the lack of passengers
discovering you are still the same person but you have become an Icon.

Slowly
You discover the truth, clarified as the sky at night
You find out that you are a Madman, a Prophet
That you are one of The Tempests, one of The Rebellious Spirits, that you are The Son of Man, and all your life is a Procession for the Sand and Foam of the sea.
Abruptly all these facts become more clear more visible than life
therefore, you try till your death to revive the TRIBE.

Intro or A Few Words From A Humans Scrap For Sale Or Facts ... Choose What You Like

01 - As you have noticed from the title .... I don't speak English very well as it's my third spoken language so forgive me for any fault may be done.

02 - As you have noticed from the previous point the English Language is my third spoken one that's mean i can speak three languages so forgive me again if i make any grammatically faults (like the one I've done in this sentence)

03 - As you have noticed from the previous point, I'll be very happy if u correct any faults.

04 - I've decide to write in English for a simple reason .... it's the most common language in the universe maybe not everyone can speak it but everyone can understand it.

05 - Also I need more people to read what I write, more people to interact mentally with me.

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