tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50085277103157057712012-02-02T09:53:36.714+03:00Beyond the sun, there is something needs to be found. When I can say, write, do and help, what lies beyond the sun will be closer to me than my shadow..From the land where the sun shone for the first time..MesopotamiaSandybellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17202258133778398666noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008527710315705771.post-57551688878802312352011-12-26T21:33:00.003+03:002011-12-26T21:40:34.662+03:00

Merry Merry Merry Christmas to all my Christian friends, Iraqis and non Iraqis..My lovely dairy,I miss you so so terribly much.. And i am sure you share me the same feelings.. I..am..really..in..need..of..moments..away..from..the..professional..pretending..personalities..AWAY FROM STUDY AND COLLEGE..

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I am not that kind of person who deceives herself or deceives others , but I, from the bottom of whole depth of mine, belong to that flock of people, that great sad flock of people..And I , from the bottom of whole depth of mine, believe that this chaos will not last for too long.I just keep holding the bottom of the whole depth of mine..The problem of a piece of land over there irks me.. It

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This morning, I mean morning of the 31st of December, nothing dared to seperate myself from the outside falling raindrops .... Except the glass. I seemed hopefully trying to count the drops, and I assume I have missed so many of them. They were everywhere I turned my face to, but the most beautiful spot was that one placed at the top of a green leaf, and the latter was placed at the top of

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The first morning, they called me, and kept asking for singing..We kept singing, you are myEid.. You are my Eid.. Keep shining my days.. Keep it up..We laughed, we wished so much and remembered.. We made a promise that we will never give up..We love Iraq.. We love our jobs.. We are for each other.. For our deeds and manners..And I'm here to say, "YOU ARE MY EID".. You are my hapiness..

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I read it, couldn’t trust it to believe it, and I seemed to be staring at it.I was staring in the faces of others of my same age and others who were older and they all were busy talking and laughing.That happened in a garden. One morning of one day of my past.The garden's grass was telling the water drops how to dance gently, and the surrounding trees invited the sparrows to gather together

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Taking a seat, and my elbow rests on my leg, I keep thinking of what to do next, diverting myself away from any mentioning of what's called food.(:))Around five feet ahead of me, is a woody table triangle in shape. Beside the table, is a small woody sofa. I change my mind and decide to have a rest over there.On the table are three small cups with their saucers contained within a beautiful basket.

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I get into the car and start to describe the burning sun lengthily. I luxuriate in my description, persisting in talking, till my dad resents calmly " Hoar hair madam, let me drive peacefully if you don’t mind".I become silent, and try to think of the real intended meaning of the hoar hair madam..We pass three checkpoints. The fourth follows lastly and it seems we wont leave it but the next

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Hello my friends,how are you?i know it has been a very long time since i wrote. i can feel this so clearly, by the many emails and blames i got for this absence..I am blushed, and my heart beats quickly, just want you to give me the excuse..I also love that you have a very nice summer with no worries..not even about Sandybelle.i did my exams and received the final results which tell i

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This morning, a taste of happiness.Just few days ago, i was wondering about it, and this morning, I tested it. And I really hope, it will never run away.I started the day with a wonderful call. Then, I received a text message, my friends are back together now, M and C, they know themselves ;)I just want to tell them, you are both great and wonderful, but you are greater and more wonderful when

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It's like I forgot or became afraid of all what I possessed and still there , and got nothing more except a new method of respiration.That morning , I –unlike the all- appeared so careless about the place I was going to. Or.. perhaps I forgot to care, orrrr , it could be an eagerness and longing to meet two men I had not known the very well about them, despite the fact that they are brothers of

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Arthur is a nickname for someone i like to thank."thanks for helping me to survive"I know, "thank you" is not enough, but I believe it can explain.Many of the difficulties were turned into easy and simple things. your surprise added the colour for the hard days I passed through recently.May God protect you, and give you so much happiness with whom you love.Deeply surprised and thankful.Sandybelle

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'Embarrassed'The mascot piece has slipped away , it is so shameful that I didn't have an energy to pick it up. Coldness renders the fingers as marks of gooseflesh.Since it is,Winter..and it means,Rain..*life*Never did notice the monotony wraith baffling the brains wrinkles, stealing my concentration faculty.Humble attempts to spin reeds instead of wool, normally, that would make pricks, so by any

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Excuse me to publish another post talking about explosions. its the unavoided truth.. Near the ministry of justice and other places.Congratulations for all torment, blood, explosions and slaying makers. They made us cry again!

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So tranquille, so fine.Hmmm, It’s a path I have already learnt walking ..Feelings attack. Yes, let the music start and let it be reborn.."yore" , not weird to smile and repeat.Well, there are little girls everywhere, intending to cry and scream, "have I screamed the same day? "I ask myself . " oh, I remember, mom came with me, no, I didn’t scream, but I was afraid of many things, afraid that I

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Oops!!!Tripping, while jumping to this little chair, *signing in* .. hehehe.It seems like the same tripping that happened last Eid, but that was different, yes, in the morning, just wanted to close my dad's eyes, frighten him and say " lak halaw!!!!! sabah al-kheir!! ayyamkum sa'eeda!!" (= hey hello! good morning! happy days!).No, no, no. hmmm, ok, its easier now to bite my index finger, blaming

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Dad, I remember once when I told you about a very beautiful village , and how I wanted to visit it. with the pleasure in your honey-colored eyes, you suggested to go there. They were the happiest times ever, they may not be repeated again.In the beginning, I was surprised with that suggestion, you are always busy with college and students. but now, I am not , I just can understand, you always

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And there was a rainbow...Till further.. YUP!

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"Ramdan unites us".I have the honor to give the pic above as a gift to a friend.. to "Yasser".Date-palms from Iraq..Guys play al-mheibes game. Man-alsma, Iraqi kind of dessert.al-baqlawa-dessert.I myself dont like it that much, because its very sweet.Al-turshana. I actually dont know what to describe.. let me say it's a broth. its so sweet. it includes apricots.Al-bryani, one of the best Iraqi

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Still trying to find the clue to understand what happened that evening.Not the first time I felt of my nose so cold, not the first time I felt my body frozen, and not the first time I needed a strength to close my eyes.It was "yes" , tomorrow was back!To trust my fate, to trust my ways, and my days."At least, he doesn’t doubt my love .." and I don’t need to call him.. I have to learn more, to get

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يانار بردا وسلاما كوني.. على العراق البي اهلي وعيوني An explosion happened in Al-Sha'ab market , where the poorest people do their work.. very simple sellers with carriages made of wood, and maybe a part of one of them has been destroyed in an accident and the owner doesnt have enough money to repair it!!!!!!~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Babel governorate ...the city of Hilla witnessed another

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Blessed RamadanTomorrow will be the first day of Ramadan.. we are going to spend this Ramadan without our parents.. I confess, acting like a mom and sometimes like a dad can be so hard, but I believe, there will be something great as a gift for all my deeds ; however , my parents, my sisters, brothers and friends are my great treasure and my wonderful gifts..I hope Ramadan and all the days after

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Wednesday, the 19th of August.`````````````````````````````````````isnt there any end to the horrible events??????????? My tears are like rivers ...And I dont know for how long this should continue...More from the BBC .Sandybelle

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Folded hands, a strong standing and maybe better than any movie star's. I wonder whether there was an idea amongst his to have a journey with the canoe, and I wonder whether he would sit cross-legged and let his hand sway, just to revive the water that might set up a power against the fingers, or he would stand to feel the kind wind that would come from among the reeds to kid his scarf … And I am

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He was evil in appearance and he never wanted to try the goodness inside him.. his people kept writing him letters in order to facilitate the matter that suddenly came to complicate the way of seeing the true beauty , and he got their messages unwilling to put an end to that foolishness that entered his life.She was a little child and she has not passed her 6th year.. she asked him for the first

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ورفعت طرفي..فاستبد بي الخجلولعنت ساعة مولديطفل اطل ببدلة بنّيّهعيناه تنفت كبرياء كالجبل وانا القدير على السلاحاخاف ابحث عن غدي و عن القضيهضالع في الوهم ارسم غربتيوعلى اديم الظل انشد لوعتيلم لا اقاتل؟!! كي ارد النور .. كي احياو اغرس حبي المهجورفي ارضي.. لكي تحياو اشحن مركب التأريخ من دميلئن يعياأ أبقى رهن الامي؟ و رهن الداء والبلوى؟!! و قرص الشمس في منأىو أمسح صورة الانسانفي بؤسي وآثاميو أخنق

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"To my daughter .. Shams.. my life's sunshine"This was written in my mom's PhD thesis , exactly, the gratitude section.. I was arranging the books and re-read it.. trembling released my heart from being lost." I will need your help in the bathroom" mom demanded.A glimpse of a drop's shadow was wonderful.. it was so nice to see everything starts to glimmer." just like what was happening in the

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The other day, she left.. Leaveing means her being away..The matter always orders her being near ,and so near..The days always help us to look down upon our hearts , then, we see her and look into her eyes and see her again looking back. Only when the car moved I felt that I love her.. I love her to death..With few steps, I took a way indoors.. closed the doors.. applauses of hope danced around

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This pic is from one of my best friends.. Thanks so much..What the teacher said set the girl free and presented her an ease.. The same time, it posed a question, " if it all went according to the devil's anthem, what would happen ?!!""your name is ……, right?", the teacher started as she was fixing the name tablet on the girl's copybook., " yes miss " , the girl answered. " yes!! Seven days and

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سيدي .. هذا كتابي..هاديء يلثم في الباديء يديك..من هنا .. من غرفة الاحزان ازجيه اليك..ّّ~*~*~*~*~*~سيدي.. اخشى ان تكون السخريه..مثلما عودتني.. رد عتابيفلكم سفهت احلامي وافراحي وحزنيولكم مزقت يا ابي نفسي بالسخريات..ولكم صورتني مسخا بسمع الزنبقاتكيف حال الزنبقات؟؟الصغيرات الوضيئات كحبات الندىالرقيقات الرهيفاتكحسياخواتي؟ يا ترى يسالن عني؟ام ترى يحسبنني بين الموات؟*~*~*~*~*~سيدي..احصيتني بالامس بين

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How's near, yesterday for today, the same goal, the same faith , with great hope and strength…The revolution of the purple finger..Iraqis, again, took the way to where they made other smiles, yes, they were not only votes, they were stars, charming stars could clarify the sky, again.Iraqis showed the whole world that there is no one who can prevent them from doing what they want to do, they

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Bitterly I dried out my tear while I was on my way to school. Fever, hypotension anemia and killing headache were the reasons, my temperature was 100.40 F , the night before it reached 102.20 F , I had French exam, and couldn't study, I didn’t open the book! You believe it! It was the first exam for me, going to school without studying, I depended only on my memory, dad insisted that I should

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Story is the man, and the days tell the events, day after it's all going on…And today of my story, I would like to say" Merry Christmas" May all your dreams come true, and may God lead you to listen to the song that only angels sing..Let's whisper into the ages' ear, and say , hello…Sandybelle

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My father travelled to Baghdad, he stayed there for about two days, to do some work and to see his mother, he has not been in Baghdad for 3 years!Dad spent a nice time there, he returned with so high spirits, and great feeling that Baghdad is going to be like before ( safe and beautiful) and more wonderful.Dad said the way to Baghdad was full of soldiers and national guards, about 420 km with 76

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Day after day, year after a year. Many Muslims take the way to the blessed place, Mecca, where the prophet Abraham (may peace be upon him) took his way once ,with his son and wife, there, many stories had happened, and everyone had a moral, but the all came to bring peace and great laws to organize the nature and the life style, to teach and lead us.The time when Muslims go is so blessed and you

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" Has anyone told you I'm not breathing? has anyone said I'm not here? but I have the question, was I really there? Mom, so great is my pain.. I can't move it, I can't smile again..Mom, if I smiled, I wouldn't believe it, it will be just a delusion, it was all delusion all the time over. Mom, in the school, I stood again on the ground, I took my way to there. I didn't feel of myself , untill I

Sandybellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17202258133778398666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008527710315705771.post-43618325246554566312008-11-06T20:04:00.003+03:002009-07-14T00:24:44.399+03:00

((the last post is related with this))''Hey" , Z ( a student from my ex-class)said interrupting me while I was laughing, I with surprise turned and saw her. I replied with " hey". - Oh, it is not your inhabit to respond like that. I got used to hear your wonderful voice saying very very warm hellos.. am I wrong?- ah..mmm. well.. why should I respond warmly, you must be thankful that I responded.

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Weird is the life, ridiculous and meaningful. But day by day, I get amazed, it is not as simple as I many times think, and not as clear as the raindrop. To school I go every day, in school I meet classmates, teachers and friends. but I have never thought of terrorism to be found in school!!!Many teachers taught me all the four years ago, and this year is the last one, it is my duty to remember

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Why did that happen? or why I faced it? Is it a question? a story? or a misery? none knows, even me. Only little hand is writing, what my heart says and my mind shows...I don't know where I should start from, many things, many feelings and many dreams were created..Every morning I take my way to the school, there are many checkpoints (we spend about one hour or a little less, while we should

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Once upon a time, there was a poor blind man , "H", he always sat on a doorstep, and put a little hat in front of him, with a card beside him. " I'm blind, and I need money, I can get nothing, please help" this what was written on it, and indeed, everyone passed by him didn’t think of him, and so , he was getting very little money every time.One day, a good gentleman "E" passed by him, and

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Send this eCard !Eid, the beautiful word. When I hear it every beautiful thing comes to my mind. The happy children in the gardens and amusement cities, the clecha, all my relatives and the eddyya that daddy gives me to buy chocolate with or to give them to the poor.Eid… We return to our normal lives with the happiness of Eid. It's all after Ramadan, after the patience and the liberality, and

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One day, as I was walking, I saw a beautiful flower, Something so unique, Making its beauty have such power,It was like nothing as I had seen before, Even in a fairy tale.It stood out to me so much, Even with its colours so pale.On any other day,I might have walked right by, Never even given it a second look, But that day it caught my eye.It reminded me of something else, Important in my life. A

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"To be closer to Allah" , this is the main aim for the Muslims to do in this blessed month. To be closer by all the means. helping others, praying, spreading mercy and justice, and fasting.Fasting the is most special feature of Ramadan. I love the time when mom awakes us all for the early breakfast at dawn (at 4:00 am) which we call "Al-suhur", everyone takes his/her place around the table, with

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Hello My Dear Friends,It is a short post, I just liked to congratulate you and say " Ramadhan Kareem " May Ramadhan bring all the happiness and great times for everyone.May this Ramadhan bring us together, May all our days be blessed, and all our wishes come true. Ramadan is the month of peace. We all pray for peace and justice.Be safe my friends,Sandybelle

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Hello my friends,It's my great pleasure to welcome another Iraqi blogger. Her nickname will be Violet.Violet is a good and great friend of mine, I'm sure you will enjoy her posts.http://www.violet-iraq.blogspot.com/I love to thank her for editing my blog Sandybelle images. She is going to join college soon and she got a VERY high results in the last exams.Our blog family is turning bigger day

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In my private classes , I came to know many new girls, and they are all nice and co-operative. I like them and they like me, we took photos together and we keep talking for along time with each other about different things . these friends told me stories I see I should mention here.S, Z and A, are good girls indeed, and they live in a neighborhood in Mosul, this neighborhood will be named here as

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Whenever I see a glass not filled completely with water, I tell myself and say " I shouldn't look at the empty part of it".Yes, we should never look or concentrate on the empty half of it, because anyways there is water in it, and our mind should be focusing on how important is the water in this glass. In our life, we could see so many like this glass, and so, we should never look at the empty

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At 4:00am I woke up, did dawn prayers. Then, the time was 4:20 am, I began to count the seconds, one after one. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven , twelve ,thirteen , fourteen, fifteen and sixteen!!!woww!!Just now!! I'm sixteen!!The other night(when I was still fifteen), I kept remembering the sad things that happened all the years ago and forgot them in one minute

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Frozen one was my body when the nice breeze of dawn blew , it is summer, I found that very weird, frozen body in July!! Why not?! I got flu!!During the day, I was not stuck in bed, no, it is only a flu, and I had so much homework, and so much to talk about with mama.Mama bought me a new set of pencils ( I do love pencils ) , and while I was arranging them in my case, I caught sight of something

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this is al AmadyyaLittle village on the surface of a mountainOn Friday , I went to school, I had an Arabic language lesson, there , I met a new girl, she is from Baghdad, and she has come lately, and didn’t know anything about the schedules, the lessons, the teachers and the useful booklets that the teachers prepare to help the students in their studying. So I made her meet the teachers and

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A few days ago, I was stuck in the road back home for a bout two hours. The weather was hot and unbearable, I though there had been salt in the air!!! It was horrible, as soon as I came back home I had a bath, I didn’t want to leave the bathroom, I was afraid of that!! ( make fun of me :) really, we didn’t have electricity at that time, actually, the power is very miserable , and we in the night

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They call me with my name, which is related with his, and they say that it is a special one , and it refers to my inside, and actually he named me with my name after taking her opinion about it, so, the question is, Could he reach my inside since I was 1 moment old!!!He could , yes. And this is why he can understand me, and see how I see things and support me to be who I am .He calls me , and

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Slowly, while I was gathering my stationery things at my teacher's house, I found out that she had put a piece of dessert and a glass of orange juice , she said " let you have them on your way to the school dear ", I actually was surprised ,but so happy at the same time. I asked her not to irk herself , but she said " irk? Hahaha, do you know what? Among all the best students that I have met you

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The kind date-palm.The beautiful Baghdad.Al-Sareefa, a local little house made by reeds, can be usually found to the south of Iraq.Zakho, inthe north.Al-Malwiyya, in Samarra, to the north of Iraq.Tigris, during the time of the sunset. Tikrit governorate Baghdad.They have their Iraq, and I have the one mine.Their Iraq is about a problem that they fight each other for, and my Iraq is about the

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This photo is from south of Iraq ( a marsh).Many things make me feel happy even though if they were simple, and right now, I really feel happy.To see my people's eyes full of hope and happiness make me feel so happy.This photo is from Mosul :)Two days ago, I visited our neighbors, I have not visited them for about two years!!! yes, two years. My parents usually visit them, but I most of the time

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My humble experience in life leads me to think of things can maybe be considered foolish or strange. I ask because I believe that I can express my true feelings like how I like to do, and I believe that my questions (which increase my confidence in myself and my experience in life) can be considered right because I'm still learning, although the parents depend on me highly but life is like the

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Many things happen in the life and they are all special because every rose has its own way to make people feel happy and surprised by its perfume.Saturday was a very special day. My sisters and I were planning for a surprise for my mom. it was her birthday and what was the most beautiful thing is that she had forgotten!!!!Since the early morning, we woke up , and arranged the home, made breakfast

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People around me are so important. It is so important to have people around you love you and care about you.I went to school for the last day on Sunday, to meet my classmates and to spend the happiest time with them . I didn’t wear the uniform.On the way to school, we kept listening to music in the car and repeating the songs. We were so happy. And on he way back home, we kept listening to music

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Cherish for life, for hope and peace.This academic year is over, and the words filled it with life, hope and peace.We don't really know , why we should stand against, but we just know that there is something waiting for us, and we are here to do it.My dear friend, C.H. asked me about my plans for the vacation. MmmmmAs I said in my post (how is education in Iraq) that the sixth year (the next one

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Hello friends,My dear friend anand asked me about my nick name, Sandybelle.Sandybelle is a novel by Gez Lafisher, and the novel talks about a young girl who lost her father when she was a baby in some drowning and her mom was missed so. This baby was saved by two men, they were dear friends. One of them was called Christie and the other Lonwood, Mr. Chrisitie took Sandybelle as a daughter and she

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She taught me the letters and asked me to form the words..She gave me the lyrics and asked me to sing..She gave me the seeds and asked me to sow and then to reap..She drew the painting and asked me to sprinkle the colours..She gave me the candle and asked me to keep it alight..She opened the book and asked me to read..She established peace and asked me to live with..She taught me love and asked

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Hello friends,In my last post I talked about my dear friend Maf and I said"Maf is a good girl in our class, clever and nice. Although she seems a bit isolated, but when I tried to approach her, I found her very good and gentle person.She has two sisters, and mom who always tries to do her best to protect them. ( just like the one mine and the one yoursJ)Her daddy is missing since 2003. so the

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There were candles with pain. I don't really know what is the suitable feature of the last days. In 21st of March of every year all Iraqis from the east, the west, the north and the south celebrate of Spring Feasts, and mom told me that when she had been young girl she was always seeing her mom making a very big silver and fill it with candles, henna, eggs, simple desserts, lettuce and different

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I was sitting in my room staring at the street through my window. A few American tanks passed by and I felt of their speed and I felt very afraid, they seemed very angry especially when I heard that some mine was exploded on the way of some other tank( a friend of theirs) . They say that these are ''The last days" and for that we have to capture hope. Anyway I don't care whether these are the

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There was a pause when I stopped suddenly and kept thinking of God.In religion lesson I asked the teacher about Being of God. Girls and teacher considered my thoughts as ways to atheism. But no, this is impossible. It is impossible that my thoughts lead me to be an atheist. I just adore God and love to think deeply and greatly of him. My thoughts lead me to love him more and more.Teacher and

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Many readers may wonder about the relationship that gathered me with sunshine.Sunshine talked a lot about me. And it is my time to speak. Of course if someone wants to know about some problems, he/she has to listen to both of the sides.:)Sunshine talked about the blog.When I joined the new group, I met sunshine in the new class. I still remember that day when she called me and asked about the

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On Sunday,"I'm back'', I said when I entered my school. I sang longly and kept saying prayers.I was afriad of marks, but I feel so grateful now, I received them and my rate is %98, I know it is less than the first academic season's one, but it is higher than the others'.Thank God..The teachers gave us much homework, and I can't deny that I faced a problem in the study, it is the frist day and

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" There is nobody here.. There is nobody near..Let these matters be.. Don't you trust what you see..Take hold of your time.. Step into the line.."I kept saying while I was washing dishes. Mom is abroad and I do all home affairs. I tried too find sutiable tone for these words, and praise be to God, I did.At night, I needed to stand beside my window. The sky was completely dark with the exception

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Every university student who graduated from medicine college became at first as resident doctor, then rotator doctor and then he/she has to pass many years of hard work and study to be real good doctor. It could be a sacrifice " I myself like this job, I always call the doctors and the nurses who take care of people and bring the life to them again , I call them Angels from The Garden of God.".

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Hello there, I have just recieved these images now. And I love you to have a look. this island is something special. it lies near North America.soleil

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Yesterday, I went to a market consists of an only main street full of shops of different things like: clothes, CDs, books and antiques and also food and deserts. I bought nice clothes and I found no perfect books( also my mom withheld me from buying any book, she said that I have to take good care of my eyes that I don't have to read any book).The fans above are funny. they are made in China!!

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Hello.Yesterday, I heard through TV that the famous actress( My favorite one) Angilina Joli came to Baghdad!!!I doThe sky always bestows the power that is important to reach our dreams and achieve them.Every morning contains new rays and every new ray contains new hopeHope enters our heartsThe message I try to let you know is that I admire you so muchFor reasons likeYou are very good in acting(in

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Good day,The life that I live is great and interesting althought the difficulties are so many, but no matter, we was born to live and to do something. Making the chaotic life great and peaceful is so nice way to live.The weeks ago were full of happenings. let me talk about them. as the academic year consists of three main parts, the first academic course, mid-year exams and the second academic

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It has been not a short time since I was here.In fact I don't have the time to talk to anybody. I'm in another world in the present time. Worls of exams and school.When I'll come back I'll publish.I have soooo much to file here.I have alot to say here. The days are full of different feelings. But the most important thing is I'm still alive.Sandybelle

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Hello,It is so nice to go for your dreams, just like this puppy.It is so silly to say that you don't want something just because you can't have it.The days ago was ful of exams and hard homework. I received some marks, and the all were very good( full marks). I had an exam of Arabic literary today, and the questions needed deep thinking , and I did.But everything was normal.One of things that

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Hello everyone. I hope everything began to rise again in better than last year.On Wednesday I had an exam in French language and luckily I did well because the questions were not too hard( at least suitable with the teacher's explaining).There was an exam of religion and other of English, I did well.Exam of English was about a listening text, teacher reads the listening for us and we have to

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The New Year... The New Beginning... The New Life... The New Moment...New Rays of Beautiful shining sun.at first, let me tell about the last days.I went to the school wearing the new clothes of Eid( like any other child). I exchanged congratulations with all the others: teachers, students, drivers and sweepers( with everyone).I had a lot of homework ( as usual).I'll have many exams in the next

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Hello again, Merry Christmas to the all.

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Hello everybody( especially dear brother amal, dear amal, I have now three brothers, two iraqis and one indian, wowwwwwwwwwwww).I enjoyed my trip to Baghdad sooooooooo much. I vivsited my uncles and aunts and met new members in my life( they are my uncles' wives, my uncles both got married a year ago and I don't really know their wives, they are just like you, cute and nice).I bought nice clothes

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Hello everybody,I'll travel to Baghdad tomorrow to spend Eid with my relatives there.I suppose there will be grea pleasure.I had exam of math today and I did well.I gave present to Manny and other girl from Baghdad, they both were happy for that.Spend nice Eid and moments.Sandybelle

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She is my grandma who told me about Al-Haj and how it is meaningful.She said"All Moslems go to Mecca every year in the month of Dhu Al-Hijja to do the duties of Al-Haj.They all wear the same clothes' color. The white, color of peace and goodness. Everyone doesn't be special because he/she is of ones who have glory or fame. The all have the same level and no difference among the all, the poor and

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May All Your Dreams come True..May Allah Lead us to do the best for ourselves and for the others.

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HiThe week ago was chaotic and in fact I was very gloomy. On Sunday, I had exams( biology and physics) and thank God I did well. At the night of Sunday I had very bad dreams of fire and volcano, buried ones.On Monday, the situation was very bad near my school, national guards had a chase with terrorists and shooting made us feel very afriad and we kept staying under our desks, but at last

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I liked this lesson and kept thinking of it for along time. This is right.To know someone's reality couldn't be easy thing.I, for example was shocked by someone who appeared very nice, but very sinister inside. She has other face. Face that I did never want to see or know.**************This week was chaotic but normal.Everyday, the teachers in our school become worse.In fact the curriculum and

Sandybellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17202258133778398666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008527710315705771.post-52920918491088402942007-12-01T12:09:00.001+03:002009-07-21T17:21:57.201+03:00

It is the last beginning of a month in 2007. Just after 31 days, the new year will hug us.May Allah Protect all Iraqis. Let's make this month the end of everything bad.Let's Make All Our Days Just Like Aid DayNew Year Will Begin.... New Hope Will Cover Us.And New Ray of Shining Sun Will Light The Darkness That Decided To Leave Us.Just Like The Sun, Hopeful Sandybelle

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I am fifteen years old and at this age I don't think I'm tiny to speak strongly and to have strong personality among whom around me.In the class, we are 28 girls. In the>party two weeks ago we had a lot of happiness with each other. In every moment I felt very glad . I thought they could be the greatest ones. I didn't think that they will face my charity with them with harm. In fact they did.I

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The week ago was normal. I had exams, French, physics, computer, religion and I did well.I also received some results, they were good.Everyday, the teachers increase the homework, they say that there isn't enough time to complete all the curriculum, so we have to study more and more. Even sometimes I awake up very early, smetimes earlier than 5:00 p.m. to continue the homework!!!We do our best,

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Today we had a party in school( which I talked about in my last post) we were very happy.In the morning, every girl began to show her clothes to the others.My friends said that my clothes were perfect, thanks for them. Also girls made nice hairdoes.I did a hairdo too and of course with my mom's help. they said it is nice.Then we had so much to talk about: the latest news of singers, actors and

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This week was busy with exams. Biology, physics, grammar and poems of Arabic language and English exam for today. I did my best and hope the results will be good. There will be many other exams next week.A few days ago, something happened and didn't let me have good night.I kept thinking of it for a long time.We were on our way to the school. There is a trrafic on the way in a very busy junction

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Four days ago, I heard this storyOnce , there were two patients in a hospital, Ken and Sen. They both dwelled in the same room. In thre room, there were just one window and Sen's bed was the one beside it, so he only was able to look through the window.In every day sen was telling ken about what he sees through the window." People, large garden full of trees and plants, big fountain and a child

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In Our class there is a girl, nick name for her will be Manny.Manny is a poor girl, solitary girl, and nice- as I thought from the beginning-.When I tried to be nearer towards her, I found her very nice girl - I was right-"hello dear good morning, how are you?" I said" hello, I'm fine and you?" she replied.This was the first talking between us.Then I began to try to reach her inside.She is very

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These were the first two weeks of school.New year, new beginning and maybe new life.Here is the routine.In the first week, almost, everything was normal, with the except of seeing the warplanes in the sky,this tell us how horrible is the situation( we see the American planes everyday in the sky, but not the warplanes.But this time this was different).There is an office of police and national

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A friend of mine asked me to change the word" insured'' with'' guarded'' in my post about Iraqis' ways of celebrating.Thank you sir,Your notices are very useful.Sandybelle

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Today I went to school, officially, the first day.All girls wore the uniform( it is consisting in black skirt and white shirt).I met my classmates and teachers." happy feast for you" I said to everyone, even the watchman.I missed someone.Ran, she was real friend. I have no real friends, but her.She was always supporting me in my hopeless moments, she was always listening to me.I went to the place

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I don't know when will I say" thank God, it has gone, everything is perfect"!Yesterday Was Messy Day.Yesterday, I woke up( as what I do everyday), I had breakfast, took a bath and read something about .In the noon, I helped my mom to prepare the lunch, we had fish and rice as well as the salad.As soon as I said" oh mom, you don't know how hungry I am!!"Then,Explosion, no, so very violent

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Iraqis, in the middle of these bad events have their own ways of celebrating.In the first day of the feast, most families gather at the house of the oldest member of the family, like the grandparentsRelatives exchange wishes( best wishes) and talking about many different subjects, personal( like talking about weddings) and original ( like talking about the situation).For me, I didn't attend this

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Hello,After Ramadan, after the happiness by sharing others our favorites. After being closer to Allah.We would live three days full of other kind of happiness.Eid ul-fitrHappiness when someone says" I wish you did well in Ramadan, I wish you prayed for me as I did for you and all the other ones. How do you live Eid's Spirit? Did you make Clecha? Will you go to the dreams city-as I like to call it

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Hi friends,Hope everything is doing well with you.In Iraq, we have two main steps of education:The primary School,It contains six years, when the child gets 6 years old, he/she will enter the primary school..the special years is the 5th and the 6th,in the 5th year, the pupil begins to study new very important subjects..History, Geography , the Grammer of the Arab language and English language..

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a friend of mine asked me to buy an arabic-english dictionary, and he said that I had to say" news reached my ears" and not" news broached my ears".Thank you sir, you are always in my mind.i think i need so much to learn, i think i should start watching shows in English and reading more in english.. wish me luck.learning,Sandybelle

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I have many hobbies and things I love to do in my life.reading( especially the stories, I adore the stories of Agatha Christie, encyclopedias and any cultural or educational book).******************Writing( especially the poetry, of course in Arabic language.. and I write my dairy in English and little bit in French.. I love to write soooo much, with pencil.. I think I can correct the faults if I

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