http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/ What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe? en-us http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/135113 LOVE IS ENDED
BEFORE IT'S BEGUN
AND TOO MANY MOONLIGHT KISSES
SEEM TO COOL
IN THE WORMTH OF THE SUN.

These are some few lines fro a song that i have heard lately. the song is titled when i fall in love and it is by celine dion. i just have to know that though i do not like the song, those lines i particulary like coz they are just true... very true.]]> Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:31:00 EST http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/135113 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/41213 for love cannot be in letters or tunes that can be heard
love is in the eye, the sweet tremble of the hand
it is in a stolen glancethat both can understand
Love is not what you say, it is in the way you speak
the way your lips tremble, the way your knees go weak
so if you really love me, if your love is true
there would be no songs to sing, only the words I love you
Love doesn't express itself in the loudest cry, oh no
love is very simple i hear it when you sigh
]]> Wed, 26 Jul 2006 15:50:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/41213 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/29504 AND LONEE NIGHTS LONG
SUN RAYS AND SEA WAVES
AND STAR AND STONE

MANLESS AND FRIENDLESS
NO CAVE MY HOME
THIS IS MY TORTURE
MY LONG NIGHTS, LONE]]> Thu, 08 Sep 2005 08:29:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/29504 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/28694

last words
the journey has not ended yet and this is only the begining.]]> Thu, 25 Aug 2005 06:28:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/28694 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/28391 I have never felt this safe, maybe not through my whole life. I could never think that I caould enjoy silence this much. I even stopped breathing, afraid to disturb this magnificentand unbelievable moment. I wished to stop my heart from beating even if this ment to die; actually maybe this would be great, if i could do it. I mean, what is more great than to die during a complete moment of silence? I wished for it by my whole existance but my wish was not granted, God knows why!!!!!!!! Anyway, during this moment all kinds of ideas came to me. I thought about all different kinds of journeys: the journey of the sun, a journey of an ant, a journey of a child and reached one conclusionin each and every journeythat every journey must have an end, it is sad i know but what can i say? I am a sad personor maybe a sad girlfacing a moment of truth or ......... a moment of silence!!!!!!!!]]> Sun, 21 Aug 2005 06:24:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/28391 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/27801 I'm not cute or built to suit a fasion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
it is in the reach of my arms
the span of my hips,
the stride of my step.
I am a woman
Phenomenally
Phenominal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
just as cool as you please,
and to a man,
the fellows stand or
fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
a hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
and the flash of my teeth,
the swing in my waist,
and the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
phenomenally
phenomenal woman
that's me.

Men themselves have wondered
what they see in me.
They try so much
but they can't touch
my inner mystery.
When I try to show them
they say they still can't see
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
the sun of my smile,
the ride of my breasts
the grace of my style.
I'm a woman
phenomenally
phenomenal woman
That's me.

NOw you understand
just why my head is not bowed
I do not shout or jump about
or have to talk real loud
when you see me passing
it ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels
the bend of my hair
the palm of my hand
the need of my care
'cause i'm a woman
phenomenally
phenomenalwoman,
That's me.
]]> Sat, 13 Aug 2005 16:30:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/27801 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/27733 Fri, 12 Aug 2005 16:55:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/27733 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/27732 thruogh a glass which will not shine,
Though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and making time.
You do own to hear me faintly,
As a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythems never change
Equality, and i'll be free
Equality, and i'll be free

You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if i'm just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand?
We have lived a painful history,
We know the shamful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.
Equality and i'll be free
Equality and i'll be free

Take the blinders from your vision
take the padding from your ears
and confess you've heard me crying
and admit you've seen my tears.
hear the tempo so compelling
hear the blood throb through my veins.
Yes, my drums arebeating nightly,
and the rhythems never change
Equality, and i'll be free
Equality, and I'll be free.]]> Fri, 12 Aug 2005 16:20:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/27732 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/27730 Fri, 12 Aug 2005 16:18:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/27730 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/25726 There are moments that go to make a life. It is more the the silence than the things said. I can't let the waves down.They can't let me down. They do not want to know my secrets. They don't try to scoop out my brain.
A woman has to have her secrets, it gives her a sense of powerto know that there's always another layer to strip off, at will, and yet not do so. And then, very rarely, she'll let another veil fall, always to reveal one more, always one last veil before the end, and there being no end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


LAST WORDS:
DOES ANY OF THIS MAKE SENSE TO ANYBODY?]]> Sat, 02 Jul 2005 05:31:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/25726 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/26083 I would not know how a man can take the decision of killing himself. What i do know is how a woman can do this. For a woman's life is not easy. In most cases, a woman is like a disabled childwhose potentials are great but kept captive behind the limits of his disabled body. The woman also is like that. Her potentials and her dreams are held captive behind her womanly physical appearance and the limits of her own world.I know because I am one of those women. I know because I have decided to take my own life. yes! I confess. I am desperate. yes! I do not want to live anymore. it is MY life. I have not chosen to be born but i can choose to die. This will be the only decision that I have ever been able to take by my own self. Since the day I was born everybody has the right to decide for me what do with my life, everybody except me. My mother got pregnantwith me. The doctor delivered me. My father named me. They made me join the school that they like to study stuff that the government like. I had to get the grades that they want. I had to act according to what is appropriate for the society. I had to dress according to what the traditions say but the worse thing was that i had to think like everybody else because nobody like the different person especially if it was a girl.
As it is the case with everything I have grown older. I have changed. I have my own thoughts now. I want to have the control, for once, over my life. For once I want to feel that it is MY life. I failed. I was too stupid, too naive and too unexperienced. I could not choose my battles. I fought on many fronts. I grew weaker and weaker. I began to despair.
I have no hope. What kind of hope can i find? In people?! I do not think so. In Life?! It failed me. In the future?! could a good future come as a result of such present? IN GOD?! He is the reason for my misery. he has chosed to creat me as a woman. he has made this life for me.
I confess that the pain of death is much better than the pain of life. the pain of death is momental when the pain of life lasts lasts whole life long. Believe me i'm not a coward. I could have put up with this suffering and this pain If only I knew that one day it would end. I could have born it gladly if i'm 1% sure that something good is going to come out of it. But I do not.
The question now is how to do it. If you can tell me, please do not hesitate to do it. Do not feel guilty or ashamed to tell me. All what you'll be doing is to kill me softly. Do it fast. I LONG TO DIE. ]]> Sat, 02 Jul 2005 00:00:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/26083 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/25686 "I'LL LEARN TO LIVE AFTER THE DEATH OF LOVE"]]> Thu, 30 Jun 2005 04:46:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/25686 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/25661 Tue, 28 Jun 2005 15:55:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/25661 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/25012 does it dry up
like the raisin in the sun?


Or fester like a sore...
and then run?


Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over....
like a syrupy sweet?


Maybe it is just sags
like a heavy load.


or deas it explode??????????


last words:
does anybody know what happen to a dream deferred?]]> Wed, 01 Jun 2005 10:36:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/25012 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24931 Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman's moon and sun;
man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten, and man is bored.
With this the gist and sum of it,
What erthly good can come of it?]]> Sun, 29 May 2005 04:26:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24931 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24930 Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman's moon and sun;
man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten, and man is bored.
With this the gist and sum of it,
What erthly good can come of it?]]> Sun, 29 May 2005 04:26:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24930 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24812 The lights are off. I can see nothing. They hit me. they push me. they cannot see me. Oh yes they can; sure they can. I do not know how but they can. I stumple on the road. It is rough. I will fight to go on. I will go on. They hit me. I fall. They look at me. They laugh. I try to stand. I am on my feet. I go on. yes i go on but they hit me again. I fall. I cry. They laugh. I try harderto stand. I am on my shakey feet. I make few steps. they hit me. I fall. I cry. tears run on my cheeks. It burns my soul. They laugh. I fight to stand. I'm half way on my feet,but they hit me again. My feet bleed. my face is wet and red. I'm on my knees. They do not laugh any more. they are busy but they hit me and i can't get up. I give up. They look at me. They despise me They say "quiter", they say "loser" , they say "weak", but i can't get up. I do not want to try. They say "remove her. She is blocking our way". I cried.......Tears are all what come out of me. i can see home. It is light there.I want to go on. I want to get up. I try. but I have to stop. The pain is unbearable. I scream. Take me home.........I do not want to stop. Does any one listens?! Could anybody hears?! I do not think so, thus i have to stop.



last words:
do not you ever stop. ]]> Sun, 22 May 2005 04:39:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24812 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24766 Everytime I hear the door bell rings, my heart beats fast, so that i think it is going to stop, and i say to myself, "This is the time. They are coming for me. They discovered what i had done."HOwever, everytime i turn out to be wrong.I want this suffering to end. I want to be relieved. I wish that the truth will come out. No! I am afraid of the truth. God! What had made me do it?Where was my brain?How could my tongue obey me and do this devilish thing? How could I?
The issue here is that I know it does not worth this sufferingand all this fear, but i cannot help it. I am afraid. I was just showing off. I did not realize that my whole future would depend on that. What if someone heard what i had said and reported me?What if someone of those peopledid not like me but pretented to be otherwise? What if they were recording me? But why me?! OH! What a silly question! They are recording to every and anybody. They are also afraid. God! I need help I'm getting nuts here.
The irony is that i have spent my whole life afraid. I have never spoken my mind. I have never expressed my thoughts. I was intimidated by authority and believed in theold saying, "better safe than sorry." Whenever anybody was talking against them, I just left and never talked to that somebody again. Again it is "better safe than sorry". However, this time i could not. She was very beautiful, and the way she talked made me wish just to make her pay the smallest attention to me. She was very enthusiastic. I cannot forget the way her eyes looked when she was talking about their unjustice and unfairness. I wanted just one look from her. I aspired one smile of those lips. But she kept ignoring me and looked as if she could not even see me. So, I decided to take part in the conversation. I tried to speak, but my voice came shakey and weak, maybe because i do not speak much. Finally, I managed to say, "I agree with you", in almost a whispering voice. It worked anyway. She looked at me and smiled. YES! She smiled and said, "And why is your voice too low? are you afraid?!" For the first time of life , i was not afraid. I said, "NO. Why should I be afraid? I have never been afraid. Here i am, now and here, declare in the loudest voice that i am not afraid. I am not afraid of them. Fuck th.............." I did not finish my sentence because i felt a solid hand upon my shoulders and watched a shadow coming and covering all the people in front of me, including her, and a voice was saying, as the hand went deeper into my shoulder, that it still hurts my bones till now, "Yes?!You were saying something?" I was afraid once mor. I termbled and said, "NO. I was not saying anything. I was not." The man smiled an oily smile and said, "weird! I thought i heard someone talking about them. Was it you?" Now i was terrified. I could nt think . I was sweating heavily. I was looking for words, but i could not find any. So, I just pointed at her and said, "It was her, not me." She looked at me in disgust and twisted her lips in a manner that filled me with shame, but I could not do anything. I was afraid. i wanted to look to the man in the eye and tell him to get lost and confess that it was I who talked against them and that i would do it again. However, I was too afraid to do anything.
I heard the man telling me, no, ordering me to go home and never look back. I did exactly what he had ordered me to do. I decided to forget about this day and consider this incident as never happened. Then, I heard that she was arrested by them, and i was afraid more than ever. I mean, What if they came to look for me?What if that man had told them? What if.......? And what if........? God! I do not like to be afraid. I am never safe and always sorry. I just want that to end. I do not want to be afraid. I do not want to. I do not want to.
Yesterday, ther was a revolution. She led it. Today is a new day. There is a new them. Well they be different?Will i be afraid of them too? I DO NOT LIKE BEING AFRAID.



Last words:
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it , we know it.
Johann wolfgang VOn Goethe ]]> Thu, 19 May 2005 14:06:00 EDT http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24766 31.1980556 29.9191667 31.1980556 29.9191667 http://dinabedawey.tigblog.org/post/24570
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