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A window Within Myself: May 2005

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A window Within Myself. I submit to you My poetic Diary. Words that float from within. Yet nothing has certainty. It is about taking it one day at a time. I’m touched by life and circumstances. And I begin over here . 2004, Nasra Al Adawi. Sunday, May 29, 2005. In a misery of unending loss. In a fight for our precious land. Destroyed by another man. A stranger to name. Or an enemy to call. Yet it’s nowhere to go. For a shelter to search. Or to die in grief. Following our mother’s footsteps. This poem unr...

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A window Within Myself: March 2005

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A window Within Myself. I submit to you My poetic Diary. Words that float from within. Yet nothing has certainty. It is about taking it one day at a time. I’m touched by life and circumstances. And I begin over here . 2004, Nasra Al Adawi. Tuesday, March 22, 2005. I’m lost within myself. Many trees are alike. 2005, nasra al adawi. Talking and praying to God, writing, get a an innocent hug from a child, a swim in the sea or walk on the beach. Yes these can be a therapy. Confusion is a phase. Different poi...

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A window Within Myself: December 2004

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A window Within Myself. I submit to you My poetic Diary. Words that float from within. Yet nothing has certainty. It is about taking it one day at a time. I’m touched by life and circumstances. And I begin over here . 2004, Nasra Al Adawi. Friday, December 31, 2004. Now I wave the year goodbye. Grieving for the its ending, it had many good memories in store. Indeed I will miss the opportunities that laid for me upon its pages. Still, I embrace the New Year with hesitant shyness. I had a poem in my mind.

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A window Within Myself: October 2004

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A window Within Myself. I submit to you My poetic Diary. Words that float from within. Yet nothing has certainty. It is about taking it one day at a time. I’m touched by life and circumstances. And I begin over here . 2004, Nasra Al Adawi. Thursday, October 14, 2004. Read me hope,. In a voice of your heart. In a poetry of your soul. Read me courage,. In a resistance of your eyes. Holding tears inside,. In a bravery communion of soul and heart. Read me happiness,. In a smile of your deepest part.

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A window Within Myself: November 2004

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A window Within Myself. I submit to you My poetic Diary. Words that float from within. Yet nothing has certainty. It is about taking it one day at a time. I’m touched by life and circumstances. And I begin over here . 2004, Nasra Al Adawi. Monday, November 08, 2004. I surly can not deny. The prints of your love is imprinted all over me. The love soreness of the body. Yet with the touch, it still aches for your love. I know your love is beyond the meet of the eye. Entangling afar from this emotion. I was ...

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MhGold: February 2006

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Pray: No excuse to miss it. Wednesday, February 22, 2006. Pray (in english) or Namaz(in urdu) or Salat(in arabic) one of the essentials of Islam. Muslims can't make any excuse to miss it. Moreover after death the first question will asked from God will be 'How many prays you offer and missed? So there isnt no excuss to miss it. It's Intresting Continue Reading →. What kind of a friend are you? Sunday, February 19, 2006. I am Aries and I read in this article namely What kind of a friend are you? 8226; Nev...

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A window Within Myself: January 2005

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A window Within Myself. I submit to you My poetic Diary. Words that float from within. Yet nothing has certainty. It is about taking it one day at a time. I’m touched by life and circumstances. And I begin over here . 2004, Nasra Al Adawi. Tuesday, January 25, 2005. You are a Secret. I see there is a glow on your face. I wish you could sprinkle it to me. Taking away the loneliness and misery. To guide my heart in your radiance. I see your smile so filled with contentment. So carefree in its journey.

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A window Within Myself: February 2005

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A window Within Myself. I submit to you My poetic Diary. Words that float from within. Yet nothing has certainty. It is about taking it one day at a time. I’m touched by life and circumstances. And I begin over here . 2004, Nasra Al Adawi. Sunday, February 27, 2005. It Can Be Poetry. It Can Be Poetry. It can be a song of a soul. A cooling breath to touch the wound. It can be the tears lingering in a voice. Not all the tears are the tears of the eyes. It can be a soft whisper of the heart. At one time in ...

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A window Within Myself: April 2005

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A window Within Myself. I submit to you My poetic Diary. Words that float from within. Yet nothing has certainty. It is about taking it one day at a time. I’m touched by life and circumstances. And I begin over here . 2004, Nasra Al Adawi. Wednesday, April 27, 2005. The Voice of Winter. Winter, it raise its voice. Through its cold wind. Hiding the sun with the moistly cloud. Touching the sea, accumulating angry waves. The tide is rising. Forcing the waves to hit the shore. Then it halts the wind. Posted ...