20 September, 2007


A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick..and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

" I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."

"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago .

"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly.

"And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."

"Well, what a coincidence, " smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. "

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving!

Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.

Today I pass the friendship ball to you.

Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.


When you are sad.....I will dry your tears.

When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.

When you are worried..... I will give you hope.

When you are confused.... .I will help you cope.

And when you are lost....And can't see the light, I shall be your beacon.....Shining ever so bright.

This is my oath.....I pledge till the end.

Why you may ask?.....Because you're my friend.

Signed: GOD


18 September, 2007

What a Donkey!

Today was cool from the beginning, all people around, parents walking with their children going to schools, or cars drivers are all happy and no one is shouting, or looks angry; as a miracle all of a sudden happened in Amman, I'm not being ironic or dreaming, this is Amman during the holy month of Ramadan.

So I was happy talking to my coworkers, since I always avoid any kind of communication during the holy month, but all again was exceptional, I might be dreaming was hallucinating, but no I can believe it.

I finished work early, and went home, to have some rest after the long working day in Ramadan, as we only work for 5 hours, and please don't misunderstand me; I'm not being sarcastic at all, as you see everything is exceptional today.

So, I went to my beloved bed and cuddled my cushion, then I gave it good night kiss and was about to get into deep sleeping, everything was quiet, life beautiful, but my mobile suddenly began ringing stupidly, I mean beautifully, I loved it, I wanted to be angry, but no, it was great time for someone to call me, I answered it and 10 seconds later I finished the call, promising that I would call back after I wake up.

I smiled to my cushion again, and winked it, its interesting for people to call you during your sleep, and again I was getting deep into sleeping, when someone was saying:" What a donkey you are!" and: "you are an animal", I asked if he was talking to me, he said:"yes, don't you know yourself", I turned to my right side and tried to sleep, but again the voice repeated what he began, but loudly this time.

I turned to my left side and looked around, nobody was there, he said again: "you, wake up, I'm talking to you, you donkey" and:" don't you get it," I said stupidly: "no! What do you want?" I asked, I turned to the right side, and then left and so on, but I couldn't get ride of that person, all was perfect day, I thought, was I dreaming again, I really wanted to wake up from that beautiful dream , I couldn't keep sleeping with that voice.

Gradually, I began to wake up, the voice inside was lower the more I realize that I was sleeping, but suddenly the voice came back again so loud this time, I closed my ears, to discover that our neighbor was teaching her son, and shouting at him "What a donkey you are!" and "You’re an animal".

I became happy for a moment, then I was angry, annoyed, and irritated again, I believed her that I was a donkey, how about her son, what does he think now? Does he think that he is smart Donkey? Please don't misunderstand me, I'm not being ironic, its just today was perfect.

Confession: no one can deny that our neighbor's son is stupid, but was she doing the right thing, reminding him of his stupidity? Any suggestions?

The moral of the story, is don't believe anyone who tells you are a donkey.

Sweet dreams

17 September, 2007

Cold Love

Her name was Winter, and his was Summer.
She told him she likes summer, and laughed.
But she was cold.

11 September, 2007

My Blog Makeover

On the eve of Ramadan i tried this new look for my blog :)
Happy Ramadan