Today is my tenth day in the city, the city of light, Paris. The weather is cold, kind like the winter in the UAE, or EAU as the french call it. Yesterday my friend and I went to Euro Diseny, it is absolutly amazing. We spent 5 hours there but we only saw 3 shows. We will go again maybe next weekend. Am trying to get two tickets for me and my friend to go and see The Swan Lake at the Opera de Bastille. I was told it is very hard to find a ticket though the theater could contain more than 2000 people in it.

I havent really written anything down yet, but i do have few ideas of things I want to write about. Not necesserly poems. No time though. I will get to them though, eventually.
As it is now, I think I will be coming back on the 19th of October.
I am very happy that Roma has finally won its first match in the Italian Serie A, even happier that Totti scored a hat trick. Woohoo.
I will try to keep you guys updated as much as possible.
Please do not mind my typing, i still cant adjust to this keyboard.

I think the french language is sounding more understandable as each day is going by, but still whenever anyone is directing their speech to me, i directly stop them with my much practiced 'Vous Parlez Anglae?'

Thats all for now.

I am finally in France. Finally had time to get to an internet booth. The keyboard is hard to figure out, the letters are in different places, plus I cant find certain chrachters like the apostrophe so excuse me.

Im doing fine, in those few days Ive been everywhere, yet nothing would be as satisfying as going back. Im not home sick, I just miss the people that I love, which Im away from.

I cant make this any longer, sorry. I have to go now.

I'm leaving in few hours to Paris. Finally the dreadful moment has arrived. Dreadful because I'm leaving the people I love and care about. It is nevertheless something I've dreamed of doing a long time ago. Being in Paris, walking those streets, wandering for hours inside the museums, being in one of the most romantic places on earth, speaking the laungage of romance.

I'm glad that my arabic poem was liked by most of you guys, it flatters me and might encourge me to post more later on. I will try my best to upload this journal as much as I can. I might also post pictures I'll take in my hompeage, so make sure to check that out.

I wrote this down on the way to Dubai:

You dug up my sorrows searching for joy,
It tickled you with feathers but stabbed with wooden spears.
I'm not made out of brass or alloy, I'm not a toy,
You have to know, that your happiness have been my tears.

Date: 19th September 2002
By: Taintlessness

It's still unfinished, thus untitled.

This is another poem I've written maybe 5 years ago...but this time it's not in the classical arabic.

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Next post will be hopefully from Paris, Live from the city of love.

I hesitated a lot before posting this poem in here. This is one of the few arabic poetry attempts that I have tried. So what do you think about it? I've written this a long time ago, 1992 to be exact. I was only 14 years old. Back then I've mostly written in the classical arabic. Don't ask why, I don't even know why. Tell me if this is good, so I can be encouraged to post more of my arabic poetry adventures.


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Four days left, I feel like I don't want to leave. But I guess it will be alright, hopefully.

I wrote this because I'm leaving...and it is my 100th poem.

I'll be Gone


'I'll be Gone.'

When your eyes meet the moon,
When your ears seize a tune,
When amusing times ends so soon,
Remember me, because I’ll be gone.

When you feel the tint of a sunset ray,
When it becomes dark at the end of the day,
When you regain hope each time your pray,
Remember me, because I’ll be gone.

When your hair dances with the wind,
When your life goes in a bitter trend,
When you go around and look for a friend,
Remember me, because I’ll be gone.

When your hand plays with the rain,
When you fall in love and feel insane,
When you fall out of love and feel the pain,
Remember me, because I’ll be gone.

When your heart melts as you hear a song,
When something feels right when its wrong,
When you feel everyday like you have grown,
Remember me, because I’ll be gone.


Date: 17th September 2002
By: Taintlessness

Finally the Italian Serie A has begun. I was waiting for it anxiously. But, alas, my team Roma, has lost. This year I'm also rooting for AC Milan, because the magnificent Rivaldo is playing with them.

I watched the movie Duets starring Gwyenth Paltrow, it's actually not a bad movie. I liked the songs. I once went to a Karioke place, but I didn't sing. I can't stand under the spotlight, with all those people watching me, and sing. I hardly sing in the shower, but I do sing for special people.

This poem I wrote as a reply to one of Zibeeba's poems. I wrote this directly after I've read one of her poems, she is very talented.

Stop Questioning

The blank page is blank no more,
Fury and despair have escaped through the door.
The feelings are touched at last,
You capture them and word them down so fast.
Life is as gentle as a silky cloth,
And love might be blinded with a honeyed scarf.
Hope is not a disease but a vigorous touch,
When you feel sad it gets you out of that hutch.
They do see you when you are hurting,
But they try to help and relief your burden.
They do stop, they will end, there is a sign,
Stop questioning, or life will pass you and you will pine.


Date: 14th of September 2002
By: Taintlessness

By the way, this is my poem number 99, one more and I reach my goal. Would I succeed if I get them published? I wonder.

Finally my Visa is ready, things are set. All that is left is the departure date to come.

I wrote a poem, I think this one is very special, I don't know why.

'Colors of My Soul'

In a glimpse of your imagination,
Is where I want to be.
Wrapped in commemoration,
As if I’m all that your eyes can see.

You’ve brightened the dome of my sky,
You’ve given a meaning to my time.
The hands of heaven opened my eye,
And dazzled me with the scented thyme.

I pine for a moment with you,
My senses linger for your call.
My heart is melted within you,
Mixed with the colors of my soul.


Date: 12th September 2002
By: Taintlessness

What do you think of it?

My travel to Paris is going to be pushed back one week. So I'll be flying on the 21st.

I also wrote this poem today after reading a poem written by Dove on Banoota's Chatbox.

'Why?'

Why is the question that should be asked,
Not only when things go really bad.
Instead, we should ask why things are good,
Why are things happening as they should?

Why are we so lucky to feel this way?
Why are we so happy all through the day?
Why do we fall in love?
Why indeed, asked the Dove.

I don’t know why we fall for it,
Why we can’t help but forfeit,
Our souls, our hearts, dreams and hopes,
And our minds get tangled in its ropes.

So could someone answer these cries,
Is love, like everything else,
Starts with Birth, lives then dies?


Date: 11th September 2002
By: Taintlessness

I haven't played soccer for almost two years, but yesterday I went and I played. Guess with whom? With Dreamer7and Bin_LuMiyeH. I had such a great time. I got exhausted quickly because I didn't do it for a long time, but I really had lots of fun.

I thought I have never met them before, but to my shock, Dreamer7 and myself took an Arabic Course a year ago. So we knew each other, I just didn't know he was Dreamer7. They were both so nice and great to hang around. I think we'll do that more, soon.

I've met yesterday with the Head of Training of Dassault Company, he said that he was uncertain whether the course will start on the 16th or not. So there is might be a change in the schaduel. I might be leaving after all one week later than I was expecting. Today I might know exactly when my departure date will be.

Go and watch Lilo & Stitch, it's really funny and cute. You don't have to take any small kids with you either, you will have fun all by yourself.

Another project is done, Lammtara and myself did it again. Check it out: "Unnoticed".
What do you think?

Some one told me that my world sounds fascinating because I seem to be indulged in a world of magic and fantasies? Do you think that too? I think I can be realistic. I know I have lots of dreams, but that doesn't mean that I don't know my limits, because I do know my limits. I also know that we are allowed to dream, and there is nothing wrong with dreaming, as long as we know our boundaries.

I think that, so far, I've lived a good life, not so fancy and not so bad either. I know what joy is, and I've also had my share of suffer. I know where I've been in this life, where I stand, and where, with god's help, I want to head. I think everyone should make this point clear about their lives, otherwise, they'd be just like a person who is wandering in the desert and they are not sure how much food they have on them.

A world of magic and fantasies, I'd like to live in one, so why not dream it? Who knows, what dreams may come.

Go and watch XXX, it's an amazing movie, if action movies is your thing. It is also very funny. It has Vin Deisel and Samuel L. Jackson. For the first time ever the Cinestar biggest hall was almost full. You shouldn't miss it.

I've bought a few books about Paris, and French, that would be helpful when I'm finally there. I've browsed through them quickly, still my mind was made up a long time ago. The first place I'm heading to is the Louvre Museum. I can't wait to reach there and look upon all those great works. Why is it that Paintures only get famous when they are dead? Same goes for great Poets as well. Could it be, that I might someday achieve my dream of being famous, and I wouldn't be alive to celebrate it? I wonder.

Finally, the project is done. It is Over. This is the project I did with Lammtara. All of you can check this out : "True Love is Yet to Come"

The date is set, I'm leaving on the 14th of this month to Paris.

So tell me what do you think of the project with lammtara? You like?

I've been busy as ever. Getting ready to finish paper-work to be ready to go to Paris. I didn't think it will be this complicated. Tomorrow I will be sure as to when I will be leaving to France. I wish I had more time to write here, I really miss it. I'll try later, so excuse me. Thank you all.

First day of the new month. The month which I will be leaving to Paris. It used to be one of my dreams to go there, but suddenly the thought of leaving the ones I love haunts me. The thrill is gone, the excitment has disappeared. Instead feelings of fear and regret cross my mind. I do have to go, nonetheless. So I do have to be in peace with these feelings, fool myself and convince myself that I won't be away for long, only a month and I'll be back.

Although I've lived before in the states for two years and in Oxford, UK for two months, and the fact that I have never felt homesick ever in my whole life, I don't know why these new feelings are coming to me. I really don't know.

I love this song, as well, so much. It's from the movie Moulin Rouge, sang by Nicole Kidman & Ewan McGregor.

COME WHAT MAY
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I’ve never seen the sky before
Want to furnish inside your kiss
Everyday I love you more and more

Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you, until the end of time

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

And there’s no mountain too high, no river too wide
Sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather and stars may go by
But I love you ( I love you), until the end (until the end) of time

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Oh come what may
Come what may
I will love you (I will love you)

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day