I am different

Hello everybody of my faithful readears

At the last somedaysn especially ont the week-end, I have nothing to do


that's why I have not write anything on this blog

but it's good to have nothing to do, because have something is not always good, it's sometimes bed.

and thank you very mutch.

Head of the green year

I hate kaddid

In my family, all the peaople hate kaddid

But, in one day of the year we eat it

Your brother is forced not a hero

My Grand-Mother cooked a couscous with kaddid and green beans



We eat it, and we pretend happyness and pleasue.

In our neighborhood, all the people cooked mloukhia

Smell smells here and there, and I desire

Interrupted if the smell of kaddid meat coming from our house

Farhat Hashad

I love you, people

These words uttered by a man who loved his country, loved by his people

His assassination took place like this day, on December 5, 1952.

So as not to be erased from our memories

Sunday

at home, I sit, single, not sad, not happy... not me, or not another

newspapers are scattered, flowers of vase not remind me

of which picked them for me, because today is our holiday of memory

and the holiday of eveything... it's the Sunday



at home, I sit, single, not sad, not happy... not me, or not another

between between, I do not mind if I know that I

I am really me... or not one!

a second life

The day before yesterday, I was take the decision to close this blog

I have some comments of some anonymous readers that they are happy but I don't know why and who

That's why, today... exactly at this moment I have taken the decision to provide my faithful readers the pleasure to read my somethings again and again

This a second life, for my blog... with a new 'âme' (I don't know who read this word in english)



Thank you my readers... I will be happy to read your comments again and again

Myself tell me, it says: be happy... you are a blogger

7ell blog: tal9a ma tsakkir

At one day, my girlfriend tell me on the phone

she says: 7ell blog

After, I open this blog

I am happy, my fiende is happy too

I write some posts... I have some comments, I have write some comments as anonymous in my blog looool

I am happy too

I tell one frien, I say: 7ell blog

He answer me: 7ell, tal9a ma tsakker

we are pleased

But now, I have not want to write anything

That's why I take the decision tow close this blog

this is a flower

my girlfriend tell me on the phone, and w seaks about many things

that one of these is my this blog

she tell me, give me a post

I never write under demand

but I give you something

it's for you