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I guess there isn't that much to say about me. I'm 17, a senior in an all girls high school, an avid reader, I love music and a select few of movies though I watch a ton. I love life and I love living it.
PS please my work is copyrighted so no taking thx
Age: 17
Gender: F
Location: Damascus, Syria
Music: Muse, Joan Jett, Jewel, Martina McBride, Westlife.. etc
A place you can read more of my poems:: http://www.fictionpress.com/u/609873/
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As odd as it may seem (a poem)
Posted 11/10/2008 2:36:51 PM
I seem to want peace, as odd as it may seem
For I know from experience
It’s not what’s expected of me
I seem to hate death, as odd as it may seem
For I know all they see
Is, another murderer in me
I seem to enjoy life, as odd as it may seem
For I know oppressions and injustices
Is, what they see in me
I seem to like fashion, as odd as it may seem
For I know shame and strain
Is, what they think of modesty
I seem to want to travel, as odd as it may seem
For I know a lock and key
Is what they believe on my door must be
Perhaps it is me, as odd as I may be
For I know it is crazy
That I'm not the terrorist they have named me.
Whatcha think its one of -in my opinion- the best I have writen.
Nusi Joan
Posted 11/10/2008 2:36:51 PM
I seem to want peace, as odd as it may seem
For I know from experience
It’s not what’s expected of me
I seem to hate death, as odd as it may seem
For I know all they see
Is, another murderer in me
I seem to enjoy life, as odd as it may seem
For I know oppressions and injustices
Is, what they see in me
I seem to like fashion, as odd as it may seem
For I know shame and strain
Is, what they think of modesty
I seem to want to travel, as odd as it may seem
For I know a lock and key
Is what they believe on my door must be
Perhaps it is me, as odd as I may be
For I know it is crazy
That I'm not the terrorist they have named me.
Whatcha think its one of -in my opinion- the best I have writen.
Nusi Joan
Different
Posted 11/5/2008 12:59:56 PM
6:25 am my uniform is on, my bag is packed I’m about to miss my bus when my mom who I had just left to brush my teeth screams “IT’S OBAMA!!!”, and in two seconds I'm in her room were in tears laughing my brother and sister wake up hearing the news join in our laughing/crying match and my mother says “This is what being an American means” the fact that the same country that 14 of there presidents owned slaves are no joined in there hall of fame by an African American is something so great putting it into words seems to minimize its importance. So I shall leave with only this it feels different to be an American today.
Posted 11/5/2008 12:59:56 PM
6:25 am my uniform is on, my bag is packed I’m about to miss my bus when my mom who I had just left to brush my teeth screams “IT’S OBAMA!!!”, and in two seconds I'm in her room were in tears laughing my brother and sister wake up hearing the news join in our laughing/crying match and my mother says “This is what being an American means” the fact that the same country that 14 of there presidents owned slaves are no joined in there hall of fame by an African American is something so great putting it into words seems to minimize its importance. So I shall leave with only this it feels different to be an American today.
A Pretty Little Thing
Posted 10/30/2008 1:05:27 PM
WARNNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poem about rape..
A pretty little thing
A hand grabs me
From behind
The darkened streets
Fear has me frozen
Survival has me scream
Pushed against
A red brick wall
Feeling my knees buckle
I grasp lapels and cringe
Trapped between
Tears run down my skin
I hiss and squirm
And receive a laugh
Adrenaline making
My blood sing
I stomp, bite and scream
Slow kisses on my skin
Descend trying to coax me
To a place for the dead
I strain my neck
Desperate to get away
Will you not make this easy?
It will be over soon?
My head shakes
The voice of defeat away
And again I push
Receiving a split lip
Later broken arms
Ripping sounds in my ears
I thrash against the wall
Please stop. Will you not give in?
The voice is pleading
Desperately grieving
As I am torn open
Screams wasting
Into the mocking stars
“Never give in”
Another screams
And my broken self
Awakes and bites
A solid pulling
The monster screams
Laughing
Blood and fouls tasting
“Run”
It sounds
Not knowing
Not caring
Running
Cracking
Pain not registering
Faster
Farther
A light! A hope!
I scream
And everything
Goes into a blur
Voices changing
Sympathetic and angry
Lights flashing
For some reason
I'm crying
Years later
Still trying
Cringing at mirrors
When passing a stranger
A monster I picture
I cower and move faster
Hold myself closer
Hearing the uncovered
Whispers
‘What a poor scared little thing”
“A pretty thing she must have been”
Yes
A voice sounds bitterly
A pretty thing
She was
A pretty thing
I was
Now I shudder at the thought
Never again do I want to be
Such a pretty little thing
What do you think? I tried to put in two conflicting voices that were both in my-her- head...
Nusi
PS my sis is bloging here as well!!! She's essMa check out her blog.
Posted 10/30/2008 1:05:27 PM
WARNNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poem about rape..
A pretty little thing
A hand grabs me
From behind
The darkened streets
Fear has me frozen
Survival has me scream
Pushed against
A red brick wall
Feeling my knees buckle
I grasp lapels and cringe
Trapped between
Tears run down my skin
I hiss and squirm
And receive a laugh
Adrenaline making
My blood sing
I stomp, bite and scream
Slow kisses on my skin
Descend trying to coax me
To a place for the dead
I strain my neck
Desperate to get away
Will you not make this easy?
It will be over soon?
My head shakes
The voice of defeat away
And again I push
Receiving a split lip
Later broken arms
Ripping sounds in my ears
I thrash against the wall
Please stop. Will you not give in?
The voice is pleading
Desperately grieving
As I am torn open
Screams wasting
Into the mocking stars
“Never give in”
Another screams
And my broken self
Awakes and bites
A solid pulling
The monster screams
Laughing
Blood and fouls tasting
“Run”
It sounds
Not knowing
Not caring
Running
Cracking
Pain not registering
Faster
Farther
A light! A hope!
I scream
And everything
Goes into a blur
Voices changing
Sympathetic and angry
Lights flashing
For some reason
I'm crying
Years later
Still trying
Cringing at mirrors
When passing a stranger
A monster I picture
I cower and move faster
Hold myself closer
Hearing the uncovered
Whispers
‘What a poor scared little thing”
“A pretty thing she must have been”
Yes
A voice sounds bitterly
A pretty thing
She was
A pretty thing
I was
Now I shudder at the thought
Never again do I want to be
Such a pretty little thing
What do you think? I tried to put in two conflicting voices that were both in my-her- head...
Nusi
PS my sis is bloging here as well!!! She's essMa check out her blog.
How to know if you'r an Imady _a memeber of my family
Posted 10/25/2008 9:04:28 AM
1. wearing black starts a family boycott that you must sweet talk your way back into
2. your mom wont come near you after you visited your grandparents till you’ve showered and burned your clothes.
3. your sister has no problem flashing your friends
4. when visiting extremely religious and naive *being innocent here* people your sister find this the time the time to discuss the use of condoms and there properties
5. your neighbors are in full belief that you *or your daughters* are loss girls with no morals _being that they come home so late at night when to be honest they were tutoring and/or being tutored
6. your parents have no problem with you coming home at 2:00 am but come in the house with your shoes on and your disowned
7. your dad is constantly prowling *as a debutants mother would* for eligible young men for his daughters to marry –age unimportant
8. your mother walks up to children she doesn’t know and corrects there behavior
9. they listen to her
10. you take sides the cat lover the cat hater
11. your mother has dreams of killing your grandmothers cat
12. your sister tells jokes and comments to your conservative aunt that make YOU blush
13. she laughs and enjoys them but you tell her them you’re dead
14. your obligated to carry a plastic bag with you to any restaurant
15. your mother will never forget when you told her she was difficult to live with ten years ago but she will forget where you told her you were going 10 minutes ago
16. your mother calls you screams at you then forgets all about it.
Another chapter soon to come…
What do you think?
Posted 10/25/2008 9:04:28 AM
1. wearing black starts a family boycott that you must sweet talk your way back into
2. your mom wont come near you after you visited your grandparents till you’ve showered and burned your clothes.
3. your sister has no problem flashing your friends
4. when visiting extremely religious and naive *being innocent here* people your sister find this the time the time to discuss the use of condoms and there properties
5. your neighbors are in full belief that you *or your daughters* are loss girls with no morals _being that they come home so late at night when to be honest they were tutoring and/or being tutored
6. your parents have no problem with you coming home at 2:00 am but come in the house with your shoes on and your disowned
7. your dad is constantly prowling *as a debutants mother would* for eligible young men for his daughters to marry –age unimportant
8. your mother walks up to children she doesn’t know and corrects there behavior
9. they listen to her
10. you take sides the cat lover the cat hater
11. your mother has dreams of killing your grandmothers cat
12. your sister tells jokes and comments to your conservative aunt that make YOU blush
13. she laughs and enjoys them but you tell her them you’re dead
14. your obligated to carry a plastic bag with you to any restaurant
15. your mother will never forget when you told her she was difficult to live with ten years ago but she will forget where you told her you were going 10 minutes ago
16. your mother calls you screams at you then forgets all about it.
Another chapter soon to come…
What do you think?
In the memory of Jesse Kilgore
Posted 10/10/2008 5:03:59 AM
It is said this life is only the beginning there is so much more that awaits us, and I hope Jesse’s Family and friends will be able to join him in heaven one day.
Posted 10/10/2008 5:03:59 AM
It is said this life is only the beginning there is so much more that awaits us, and I hope Jesse’s Family and friends will be able to join him in heaven one day.
Wearing Black
Posted 10/7/2008 10:25:37 AM
Today I wear black
So I can blend into the mass
Of the blending shadows.
I mold in like a lost piece
Of a puzzle that has long been broken.
And the sun tries to find me
But I pull my coat closer to me
And keep my eyes downcast
I bump into many
They spare me a glance
Nothing more
I'm discomforted by all the darkness
And I want to be happy again
But I shiver when I remember
Being the only yellow around
I sit upon a bench
and a girl joins me
She wears a bright coat
and a smile!
I look to her
And think
Tomorrow I will wear pink!
:-)
Posted 10/7/2008 10:25:37 AM
Today I wear black
So I can blend into the mass
Of the blending shadows.
I mold in like a lost piece
Of a puzzle that has long been broken.
And the sun tries to find me
But I pull my coat closer to me
And keep my eyes downcast
I bump into many
They spare me a glance
Nothing more
I'm discomforted by all the darkness
And I want to be happy again
But I shiver when I remember
Being the only yellow around
I sit upon a bench
and a girl joins me
She wears a bright coat
and a smile!
I look to her
And think
Tomorrow I will wear pink!
:-)
Eid
Posted 9/30/2008 7:01:58 PM
EID!!!!!
It’s Eid, it’s Eid.
It’s time to make takbir.
It’s Eid, it’s Eid.
It’s time to laugh and eat
It’s Eid, it Eid.
And Eid is so much FUN!!
You thank God, and laugh and play
And skip and jump and run!!!
Happy Eid to one and all and though I shall miss the fasting (kind of), it’s good to have days off school and celebrate!!!
Lots of love
N.J
Posted 9/30/2008 7:01:58 PM
EID!!!!!
It’s Eid, it’s Eid.
It’s time to make takbir.
It’s Eid, it’s Eid.
It’s time to laugh and eat
It’s Eid, it Eid.
And Eid is so much FUN!!
You thank God, and laugh and play
And skip and jump and run!!!
Happy Eid to one and all and though I shall miss the fasting (kind of), it’s good to have days off school and celebrate!!!
Lots of love
N.J
EIIIIIDDDD!!!!
Posted 9/30/2008 6:59:16 PM
EID!!!!!
It’s Eid, it’s Eid.
It’s time to make takbir.
It’s Eid, it’s Eid.
It’s time to laugh and eat
It’s Eid, it Eid.
And Eid is so much FUN!!
You thank God, and laugh and play
And skip and jump and run!!!
Happy Eid to one and all and though I shall miss the fasting (kind of), it’s good to have days off school and celebrate!!! (and getting gifts is SO cool)
Lots of love
N.J
Posted 9/30/2008 6:59:16 PM
EID!!!!!
It’s Eid, it’s Eid.
It’s time to make takbir.
It’s Eid, it’s Eid.
It’s time to laugh and eat
It’s Eid, it Eid.
And Eid is so much FUN!!
You thank God, and laugh and play
And skip and jump and run!!!
Happy Eid to one and all and though I shall miss the fasting (kind of), it’s good to have days off school and celebrate!!! (and getting gifts is SO cool)
Lots of love
N.J
Writers Bloc k
Posted 9/20/2008 1:33:58 PM
Writers block by definition is temporary loss of ability to begin or continue writing, usually due to lack of inspiration or creativity that my dear readers is how Wikipedia defines it but Writers Block is the Most annoying thing in the world sure it means you cant writer anymore but my personal belief is writers block is having a fight with your characters over some minor *i do say MINOR* deaths and suddenly they don't want you to write anymore AHHHH.
Of course from the latter it is easy to detect that at the moment i suffer EXTREME writers block oh woe is me *Sigh*, s my dear readers any ideaon how to make my characters happy again?
Must go study will try and post again. soon.
Posted 9/20/2008 1:33:58 PM
Writers block by definition is temporary loss of ability to begin or continue writing, usually due to lack of inspiration or creativity that my dear readers is how Wikipedia defines it but Writers Block is the Most annoying thing in the world sure it means you cant writer anymore but my personal belief is writers block is having a fight with your characters over some minor *i do say MINOR* deaths and suddenly they don't want you to write anymore AHHHH.
Of course from the latter it is easy to detect that at the moment i suffer EXTREME writers block oh woe is me *Sigh*, s my dear readers any ideaon how to make my characters happy again?
Must go study will try and post again. soon.
I long for her
Posted 9/17/2008 12:00:41 PM
Note on the poem: for those of you who are unfamiliar with the poem of Rumi this though would not by any chance be like is hitting the same idea which if you don't know is Rumi wrote of his religious teachers and spiritual friends.
I long for her days and nights
As I await her company
I can hardly sleep at night
Oh, but if there were words
That I could write
But even the sweetest honey
Turns bitter in her sight
I count the seconds
When we will meet
And my veins sing
With nectar so sweet
It strings a melody in time with my beat
I long for her days and nights
And like a drug
I need more and more
My eyes
Speak when she is gone
Telling me there woes
And my mind
Screams I need more
Her anger, her woes
Her happiness, her joy
Did you not know
I’m in sync with
Everything she does
I long for her days and nights
I’m far from her
But perhaps if I stand close
I can catch a spatter
From the falling rain
I wish you knew
How much I pale
When I'm long gone
From a distance I hear her call
Her voice brings me out
From my vegetated state
And I go to her full of shame and sin
“why” she asks
Like knives her sadness cuts through my skin
I stumble over my words
Incomprehensive and empty
And I scream
I'm sorry
But a mountain sits on my tongue
She turns away
And I wish for death
I long for her days and nights
God you alone know
How I feel
And as the sweets honey turns to ash
God does the nectar in my veins turn as well
Please
Don’t let me lose so soon
I long for her days and nights
The calming of her presence
The ease of my breath
I long for her days and nights
Posted 9/17/2008 12:00:41 PM
Note on the poem: for those of you who are unfamiliar with the poem of Rumi this though would not by any chance be like is hitting the same idea which if you don't know is Rumi wrote of his religious teachers and spiritual friends.
I long for her days and nights
As I await her company
I can hardly sleep at night
Oh, but if there were words
That I could write
But even the sweetest honey
Turns bitter in her sight
I count the seconds
When we will meet
And my veins sing
With nectar so sweet
It strings a melody in time with my beat
I long for her days and nights
And like a drug
I need more and more
My eyes
Speak when she is gone
Telling me there woes
And my mind
Screams I need more
Her anger, her woes
Her happiness, her joy
Did you not know
I’m in sync with
Everything she does
I long for her days and nights
I’m far from her
But perhaps if I stand close
I can catch a spatter
From the falling rain
I wish you knew
How much I pale
When I'm long gone
From a distance I hear her call
Her voice brings me out
From my vegetated state
And I go to her full of shame and sin
“why” she asks
Like knives her sadness cuts through my skin
I stumble over my words
Incomprehensive and empty
And I scream
I'm sorry
But a mountain sits on my tongue
She turns away
And I wish for death
I long for her days and nights
God you alone know
How I feel
And as the sweets honey turns to ash
God does the nectar in my veins turn as well
Please
Don’t let me lose so soon
I long for her days and nights
The calming of her presence
The ease of my breath
I long for her days and nights
The glass of water
Posted 9/16/2008 6:09:26 AM
We wake up at six a.m. and wolf down a half decent breakfast barely making it to the door our shirts untucked and our hair in a fray.
We work and study trying to catch the words that pass by and our hands start to ache from all the writing and we barley make it home in time.
The food again wolfed down not bothering to glance at it's contents and again we sit to work.
It's midnight by the time we finish and we notice the burning thirst and as we for once walk slowly to the kitchen our mind finally calms down we pour the water and its so cold it fogs up the glass lifting it to your lips we exhale in one fluid motion feeling the trickle as it cools us down our veins hum with joy and we sit again everyday never really understanding its the glass of water that moment that keeps us alive.
Posted 9/16/2008 6:09:26 AM
We wake up at six a.m. and wolf down a half decent breakfast barely making it to the door our shirts untucked and our hair in a fray.
We work and study trying to catch the words that pass by and our hands start to ache from all the writing and we barley make it home in time.
The food again wolfed down not bothering to glance at it's contents and again we sit to work.
It's midnight by the time we finish and we notice the burning thirst and as we for once walk slowly to the kitchen our mind finally calms down we pour the water and its so cold it fogs up the glass lifting it to your lips we exhale in one fluid motion feeling the trickle as it cools us down our veins hum with joy and we sit again everyday never really understanding its the glass of water that moment that keeps us alive.
FeedBack
within
11/26/2008 10:23:58 PM
thanks for the graphic.its beautiful.its nice having you as a friend in the blog.have a good day!!!!!!!!!!
Janis
11/13/2008 5:19:17 PM
Bet you are celebrating the end of exams!
EmmyL
11/13/2008 3:34:49 PM
yay for you!!!
I have three children, one who is 8 and two under 2 years :S Sounds like your sister has her hands full!
Janis
11/13/2008 12:47:13 PM
I'll be nervous with you! Feel confident you will do well!
Janis
11/13/2008 11:55:28 AM
Nervous time is when you are looking at an envelope next spring!
EmmyL
11/12/2008 4:43:38 PM
I'm sure you passed with flying colours! :D
Not much longer to go and then you can ake some time to relax :)
My day was ok thank you, the babies kept me busy as usual :)
Janis
11/12/2008 4:29:02 PM
Ignorance on my part. I thought in any predominantly Muslim country it was customary to follow those practices.
EmmyL
11/12/2008 3:48:16 AM
glitter-graphics.com
EmmyL
11/11/2008 9:07:16 PM
how did your exam go yesterday?as easy as you thought?
Janis
11/11/2008 4:13:31 PM
If I remember correctly in Syria you would cover your head whether Muslim or not.Now I want the story!
EmmyL
11/10/2008 4:01:40 PM
hiya!I'm ok thanks :)
Have your exams finished yet?
Hope you have a good week!
xx
EmmyL
11/3/2008 7:02:04 PM
Janis
10/30/2008 4:59:43 PM
Good luck on the exams!
brianwb2277
10/30/2008 4:57:02 PM
thats ok you didnt know I am type 2 i watch what I eat very carefully. so I have no real problem I dont use sugar at all in anything. my sister made me the first pie I have ate in a yr with out sugar it was good
brianwb2277
10/30/2008 2:52:09 PM
at least you can eat Twinkies I am diabetic and cant eat the good food anymore
EmmyL
10/27/2008 7:16:12 PM
Good luck with your exams..I know you suffer for your education,but it's all worth it in the end ;)
brianwb2277
10/26/2008 4:24:40 AM
hi how are you this morning
EmmyL
10/22/2008 3:33:16 AM
hey :)
Not seen you for a little while, hope you're ok :)
EmmyL
10/12/2008 9:19:17 AM
brianwb2277
9/30/2008 7:57:16 PM
HI umm whats Eid? I ainty too bright when it comes to religiuos holidays
11/26/2008 10:23:58 PM
thanks for the graphic.its beautiful.its nice having you as a friend in the blog.have a good day!!!!!!!!!!
Janis
11/13/2008 5:19:17 PM
Bet you are celebrating the end of exams!
EmmyL
11/13/2008 3:34:49 PM
yay for you!!!
I have three children, one who is 8 and two under 2 years :S Sounds like your sister has her hands full!
Janis
11/13/2008 12:47:13 PM
I'll be nervous with you! Feel confident you will do well!
Janis
11/13/2008 11:55:28 AM
Nervous time is when you are looking at an envelope next spring!
EmmyL
11/12/2008 4:43:38 PM
I'm sure you passed with flying colours! :D
Not much longer to go and then you can ake some time to relax :)
My day was ok thank you, the babies kept me busy as usual :)
Janis
11/12/2008 4:29:02 PM
Ignorance on my part. I thought in any predominantly Muslim country it was customary to follow those practices.
EmmyL
11/12/2008 3:48:16 AM
glitter-graphics.com
EmmyL
11/11/2008 9:07:16 PM
how did your exam go yesterday?as easy as you thought?
Janis
11/11/2008 4:13:31 PM
If I remember correctly in Syria you would cover your head whether Muslim or not.Now I want the story!
EmmyL
11/10/2008 4:01:40 PM
hiya!I'm ok thanks :)
Have your exams finished yet?
Hope you have a good week!
xx
EmmyL
11/3/2008 7:02:04 PM
Janis
10/30/2008 4:59:43 PM
Good luck on the exams!
brianwb2277
10/30/2008 4:57:02 PM
thats ok you didnt know I am type 2 i watch what I eat very carefully. so I have no real problem I dont use sugar at all in anything. my sister made me the first pie I have ate in a yr with out sugar it was good
brianwb2277
10/30/2008 2:52:09 PM
at least you can eat Twinkies I am diabetic and cant eat the good food anymore
EmmyL
10/27/2008 7:16:12 PM
Good luck with your exams..I know you suffer for your education,but it's all worth it in the end ;)
brianwb2277
10/26/2008 4:24:40 AM
hi how are you this morning
EmmyL
10/22/2008 3:33:16 AM
hey :)
Not seen you for a little while, hope you're ok :)
EmmyL
10/12/2008 9:19:17 AM
brianwb2277
9/30/2008 7:57:16 PM
HI umm whats Eid? I ainty too bright when it comes to religiuos holidays
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