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Monday, December 21, 2015

تعلق قلبي طفلهً عربيًهً

تعلق قلبي طفلهً عربيًهً                       تنعمُ في الديباج والحلي والحلل
لها مقله لو انها نظرت بها                    إلى راهب قد صام لله وابتهل
لأصبح مفتوناً معنىً بحبًها                     كأن لم يصم لله يوماً ولم يُصَل
ولي ولها في الناس قولُ وسُمعهُ              ولي ولها في كل ناحيهِ مثل
ولالا إلا لأل لألأ لابثن                      ولالا إلا لألأ من رحل
وكافٌ وكفكافٌ وكفّي بكفّها                  وكافٌ كَفوف الودْقِ من كفها انهمل
حجازية العينين نجدية الحشى                 عراقيّة الاَّطراف رومّية الكَفلْ
تِهاميّة الأبدانِ عبسيَّة اللَّمى                 خزاعيةُ الأَسنانِ دُرية القُبَلْ
ولا عبتُها الشَّطْرَنْجَ خيلي ترادفتْ           ورُخِّي عليها دار بالشاهِ بالعجل
وقد كان لعبي كل دست بقبلة               أقبل ثغرا كالهلال إذا أطل
فقبّلتها تسعاً وتسعين قبلةً                    وواحدةً أخرا وكنت على عَجَلْ
وعانقْتها حتى تقطَّع عقدُها                    وحتى فصوص الطَّوْق من جيدها انفصلْ

للشاعر : امرؤ القيس
لحن : طار عبد الحكيم
غناء : طلال مداح

Friday, December 4, 2015

الشوقُ حرَّكني بغيرِ ترددِ

الشوقُ حرَّكني بغيرِ ترددِ
والشِعرُ أبحرَ في غرامِ محمدِ
فإذا مدحتُ محمدًا بقصيدتي
فلقد مدحتُ قصيدتي بمحمدِ

ماذا أَسْطُرُ في ثَنائكَ سَيدي
غيرُ الصلاةِ مع السلامِ السَّرمديِّ
قَلْبِي وأشعَارِي وأفْكَارِي حَكَتْ
أَنَّي بِغيرِ مُحَمَّدٍ لَا أَقْتَدِي

شرفُ اللسانُ بذكرِ أحمدَ سيدي
فبذكرهِ نُكفى الهمومَ ونهتدي
وحبيبُنا أوصى، فهيّا رددوا:
ياربِ صلِّ على الحبيب محمدِ

اللهُّم صلِّ وسلم وبارك على سيدنا محمد


Friday, June 26, 2015

التسبيح

هاتين الظاهرتين ( التسبيح والرضا النفسي )
لم تكونا مرتبطتين في ذهني بصورة واضحة، ولكن مرّت بي آية من كتاب الله كأنها كشفت لي سرّ هذا المعنى، وكيف يكون التسبيح في سائر اليوم سببًا من أسباب الرضا النفسي ؛
يقول الحق تبارك وتعالى: "وسبح بحمد ربك قبل طلوع الشمسِ وقبل غروبها ومن آنائ الليل فسبّح وأطراف النهار لعلّك ترضى" 
لاحظ كيف استوعب التسبيح سائر اليوم ..
قبل الشروق وقبل الغروب وآناء الليل وأول النهار وآخره 
ماذا بقي من اليوم لم تشمله هذه الآية بالحثّ على التسبيح ! 
والرضا في هذه الآية عام في الدنيا والآخرة .

وقال في خاتمة سورة الحجر: "ولقد نعلم أنه يضيق صدرك بما يقولون * فسبح بحمد ربك وكن من الساجدين"
فانظر كيف أرشدت هذه الآية العظيمة إلى الدواء الذي يُستشفى به من ضيق الصدر والترياق الذي تستطبّ به النفوس .

ومن اعجب ماورد في القرآن أننا نعيش في عالم يعجّ بالتسبيح : 
"ويسبح الرعد بحمده"
"وسخرنا مع داود الجبال يسبحن والطير"
"تسبح له السماوات والأرض ومن فيهن، وإن من شيءٍ إلا يسبح بحمده ولكن لا تفقهون تسبيحهم"

سبحانك يارب ~
ندرك الآن كم فاتتنا كثير من لحظات العمر عبثًا دون استثمارها بالتسبيح !
💐🌸💐
سرعة الايام مخيفة!
ما إن أضع رأسي على الوسادة إلا وأشرق نور الفجر..
ما إن أستيقظ إلا وحان موعد النوم..
تسير أيامنا و لا تتوقف !
وأقول في نفسي : حقاً السعيد من ملأ صحيفته بالصالحات ..
- والسؤال الذي أقف عنده بماذا ملئت صحيفتي !؟
وهل أنا أسير للأمام أم للخلف !؟
يا ترى ما هو وزني عند الله!؟
أقف وأحاسب نفسي فالأيام تمشي بسرعة ولن يبقى إلا العمل الصالح
فتن الدنيا تموج بنا والأحداث تتسارع من حولنا والأموات يتسابقون أمامنا..
"فَفِرُّوا إِلَى اللَّهِ ۖ إِنِّي لَكُمْ مِنْهُ نَذِيرٌ مُبِينٌ"
الهدوء : أسلوب راقي لا يعرفه كل البشر ، 

والرضا بالقدر : هو الراحة في هذه الدنيا ، 
أيامنا تمضي ويمضي معها العمر بتقادير مكتوبة ، لا يعلمها إلا الله ،                  
 التاجر الحقيقي هو : من يخطط في بداية يومه لكسب آلاف الحسنات ؛ 
فالسوق قائمة ، والسلع معروضة ، والأرباح بإذن الله مضمونة ؛
           { يرجون تجارة لن تبور }
أكرموا من تحبون   .. بكلمات جميلة .. 
وأفعال أجمل .. 
أرواحناخلقت لفترة من الزمن وسترحل ،
إبتسمو .. وتناسوا أوجاعكم .. 
هي دنيا وليست جنة ..
طبتم وطابت حياتكم بذكر الله ...

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Craig's Lesson

Craig’s Lesson 

MOST YOUNG PEOPLE I KNOW — and many who are older — live in a quiet crisis of identity about their place in the world. Some, especially young women, spend their lives submerging their interests into the interests of others until they are not sure whether they have any identity at all. Others, very often young men, try desperately to impress others by parading their accomplishments and sense of selfimportance in an attempt to make themselves seem somehow whole and finished. Still others of both sexes spend their time passing a brittle judgment on others they perceive as different or lesser than they are in an attempt to establish their own identity at the expense of others. At the heart of each is the fear that someone else might pass judgment on who they are, and that they will be unmasked or found out for the uncertainty that is at their core. When I was younger I was as plagued with this fear as anyone else. Often I dared not act for fear of someone judging me. Other times I forced myself into the center of discussions in a pitiful attempt to make sure I was recognized for everything I thought or did. I excluded others; I demeaned others; I pointed out their weaknesses and inconsistencies as a way of raising myself by lowering those around me. Sometimes I was aware of it; other times I was not. It took a chance comment by a friend of mine, long after I had reached adulthood, before I could begin to lift myself out of the uncertainty that surrounded my sense of self. Craig was a close friend of mine. He was one of those people who brought energy and life into any room he entered. He had an uncanny ability to focus his entire attention on you while you were talking, so you suddenly felt more important and more responsible than you had before he started listening. He made you better by being around him. People loved him. He and I went to graduate school together. We had a lot in common. We both were having women troubles. We both were seekers. We both were perhaps too aware of our own foibles for our own good. But he lived in the sunlight of the spirit while I lived under a full moon. We were like mirrors to each other, revealing dimensions of our beings that otherwise we never would have seen. One sunny autumn day we were sitting in our study area, half-talking and half-working on some now-forgotten projects for our graduate degrees. I was staring out the window when I noticed one of my professors crossing the parking lot. He had been away all summer, and we had not parted on good terms. I had taken great offense at some suggestion he had made, and had in turn given great offense in my answer. We had not seen each other since that day.
“Damn it,” I said to Craig. “I don’t want to see him.” “Why not?” Craig asked. I explained what had happened the previous spring. “We left on bad terms,” I said. “Besides, the guy just doesn’t like me.” Craig walked over and looked down at the passing figure. “I think you’ve got it wrong,” he said. “You’re the one who’s turning away, and you’re just doing that because you’re afraid. He probably thinks you don’t like him, so he’s not acting warm toward you. People are like that. They like people who like them. If you show him you’re interested in him, he’ll be interested in you. Go down and talk to him.” Craig’s words smarted. I walked tentatively down the stairs into the parking lot. I mustered my best smile and warmest feelings, and greeted my professor and asked how his summer had been. He looked at me, genuinely surprised at my warmth, and put his arm over my shoulder. We walked off talking. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Craig at the window, smiling. It was so simple, yet I had never seen it. I was approaching all my encounters with a fear that others were judging me when, in fact, they were afraid I was judging them. We were all living in fear of being judged by the other, while the empty space between us was waiting to be filled by a simple gesture of honest caring. “People like people who like them.” Those words allowed me to see the world through new eyes. Instead of seeing judgment in the eyes of others, I saw need. Not deep yawning need, but the simple human need to be noticed and cared about. I began to realize that most people were not waiting to judge the adequacy of my actions; they were waiting for the chance to share something about themselves.
Craig knew this. He basked in people as if basking in sunlight. Their lives warmed him and they loved sharing themselves with him. That was what made him so special. From that day forward I turned my life around. It was not easy. I still spent too much time fearing the judgment of others. And I still got hurt when arrogant people took advantage of my openness and used it either to laugh at me or to demean me. But I found that by taking the chance and liking other people, the world opened up before me. I discovered a world of people I never would have known had I kept only to my own interests. Car mechanics, cashiers, crazy people, thieves — all had their stories to tell. The wealthy, the poor, the powerful, and the lonely — all were as full of dreams and doubts as I was. Farmers talked to me about tractors, scientists spoke to me about atoms. I learned what it is like to grow up on the Australian coast, and I learned how it feels to pack boxes all day long. One time on a train through Canada, I began talking to a man everyone was avoiding because he was weaving and slurring his speech as if he was drunk. It turned out that he was recovering from a stroke. He had been an engineer on the same line we were riding, and we talked long into the night while he regaled me with the history beneath every mile of track: Pile O’ Bones Creek, named for the thousands of buffalo skeletons left there by Indian hunters; the legend of Big Jack, a Swedish track-layer who could lift 500-pound steel rails; a conductor named McDonald who kept a rabbit as his traveling companion. When we parted, he said, “Thanks for talking to me. Most people wouldn’t bother.” He didn’t have to thank me. The pleasure had been all mine. On a noisy street corner in Oakland, California, a family who stopped me for directions turned out to be from Australia’s isolated northwest coast. I asked them about their life back home. Soon, over coffee, they regaled me with stories of huge saltwater crocodiles “with backs as wide as car hoods” near their home. Each encounter became an adventure, each person a lesson in life. The wealthy, the poor, the powerful and the lonely, all were as full of dreams and doubts as I. And each had a unique story to tell, if only I had the ears to listen. An old, stubble-bearded hobo told me how he’d fed his family during the Depression by firing his shotgun into a pond and gathering up the stunned fish that floated to the surface. A traffic patrolman confided how he’d learned his hand gestures by watching bullfighters and symphony conductors. And a young beautician shared the joy of watching residents in a nursing home smile after receiving a new hairstyle. How often something like this is waiting to happen. How often people sit in their silence, longing for a chance to tell their stories. The girl who everyone thinks is ugly, the boy with the odd clothes or the strange manner — those people have stories to tell, as surely as the most popular, most successful, most attractive people do. As surely as you do. And like you, they dream that someone is willing to hear. If you are the one who reaches out, if you are the one who dares to like other people, the walls around you will fall away. Those whose attention you crave will turn toward you because you are turning your attention to them. Those who are alone or insecure will value you for having taken a chance to hear their stories. You will find yourself more valued and respected than you ever could be by parading your accomplishments and sense of importance before other people, because you will have given other people a chance to shine. And far from being lost in their shadows, you will be reflected in the light of their happiness and increased sense of selfworth. That is what Craig knew. It was the reason he filled every room with warmth and energy. He brought people alive because he cared about them more than he cared about their opinions of him. He took a chance and liked people without first asking if they liked him or if they were worthy of being liked. He generated the good feeling that filled the space that separates people. Being a person like Craig takes courage. People will accuse you of all sorts of manipulations and false motivations. They will question your associations and take advantage of your openness. But nothing they can do or say will take away the sense of adventure that comes from enlarging your interest in the people and life around you. No accusations they can make will take away the security that comes from knowing that your life is made richer by every person you meet. Take a chance. Like people first, ask questions later. See if it doesn’t open the world to you in a new way. See if the light you shine on others isn’t reflected back on you a hundredfold.

Education and Learning

Education and Learning 

EDUCATION IS ONE OF THE GREAT joys and solaces of life. It gives us a framework for understanding the world around us and a way to reach across time and space to touch the thoughts and feelings of others. But education is more than schooling. It is a cast of mind, a willingness to see the world with an endless sense of curiosity and wonder. To be truly educated, you must adopt this cast of mind. You must open yourself to the richness of your everyday experience — to your own emotions, to the movements of the heavens and the language of birds, to the privations and successes of people in other lands and other times, to the artistry in the hands of the mechanic and the typist and the child. There is no limit to the learning that appears before us. It is enough to fill us each day a thousand times over. The dilemma of how best to educate has always pivoted on the issue of freedom to explore versus the structured transmission of knowledge.
Some people believe that we learn best by wandering forth into an uncharted universe and making sense of the lessons that life provides. Others believe that we learn best by being taught the most complete knowledge possible about a subject, then being sent forth to practice and use that knowledge. Both ways have been tried with every possible method and in every possible combination and balance. If we find ourselves tempted to celebrate one approach over the other, we should remember the caution of the Chinese sage Confucius, who told his followers, “Study without thinking and you are blind; think without studying and you are in danger.” Formal schooling is one way of gaining education, and it should not be underestimated. School, if it is good, imparts knowledge and a context for understanding the world around us. It opens us to ideas that we could never discover on our own, and makes us one with the life of the mind as it has been shaped by people and cultures we could never meet in our own experience. It makes us part of a community of learners, and helps us give form and direction to the endless flow of experience that passes before us. It is also a great frustration, because it often seems irrelevant to the passions of our own interests and beliefs. When you feel burdened by formal education, do not be quick to cast it aside. What you are experiencing is a great surge in your growth and consciousness that is screaming out for immediate and total exploration. You must remember that all other learners have traveled the same path. And though all true learners have felt this urge to strike out on their own, formal education, in its many shapes and guises, has been sought and revered by all people and all cultures in all times. It has a genius that is greater than your passions, and it is abandoned at your own peril. Still, formal education will not inform your spirit and make you full. So, along with knowledge, you must seek wisdom. Knowledge is multiple, wisdom is singular. Knowledge is words, wisdom is silent. Knowledge is standing outside, understanding what is seen, wisdom is standing at the center, knowing what is not seen. No person can be whole without both dimensions of learning. There are many ways to seek wisdom. There is travel, there are masters, there is service. There is staring into the eyes of children and elders and lovers and strangers. There is sitting silently in one spot and there is being swept along in life’s turbulent current. Life itself will grant you wisdom in ways you may neither understand nor choose. It is up to you to be open to all these sources of wisdom and to embrace them with your whole heart. So do not disparage the lessons of either the schooled or the unschooled. Those who have less formal education may have learned some single thing more deeply, or they may have embarked early upon the search for wisdom. In their uniqueness, they have discovered something special about life, and it is yours to experience if you are open to what they may have to teach. Those who have devoted their life to formal learning may have walked further along a path than you can even imagine, and may be able to lead you to a vista that will take your breath away, if only you can overcome your boredom and fatigue at the rigors of the search. Remember the words of the musician who was asked which was greater, knowledge or wisdom. “Without knowledge,” he answered, “I could not play the violin. Without wisdom, I could not play the music.” Place yourself among those who live their lives with passion, and true learning will take place, no matter how humble or exalted the setting. But no matter what path you follow, do not be ashamed of your learning. In some corner of your life, you know more about something than anyone else on earth. The true measure of your education is not what you know, but how you share what you know with others.

Marriage

I HAVE NEVER MET A MAN who didn’t want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn’t fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives. When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering days and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate. And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other’s presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other’s foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other’s habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other? The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good friendship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages. Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial, overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from the sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together. The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become longtime friends before they realize they are attract-ed to each other. They get to know each other’s laughs, passions, sadnesses, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best.
They share time together before they get swept up into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality. This is ideal but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laugher. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other’s company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on serious-ness have a tendency to turn dour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together. After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can’t accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other. Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides with the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and practical, you must take care that the distance does not become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood. There are many other keys, but you must find them for yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates. So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your life. I pick my word carefully when I speak of miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child.
We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe. Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will bloom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in marriage. It was negative transformation that always terrified me about the bitter marriages I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presences, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of the life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that tension and traps don’t exist. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken is somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains. But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex. So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom.

LETTERS to My SON 
A Father’s Wisdom on Manhood, Life, and Love Kent Nerburn

Thursday, April 9, 2015

تطوير الذات

إهداء للجميع

 أكثر من ٤٥٠ كتابا في تطوير الذات على رابط واحد. عمل رائع

http://www.saaid.net/book/list.php?cat=98

بإمكانك تنزيلها وقراءتها في  جهازك  المحمول.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Blacklist

Red: "You know me considerably better than either of us would like to admit. I will win this war. This enemy of mine? Will lose. Even with you and your short-sighted brethren watching safely from a distant hill. Why? Because as bad as you may think I am, as far as you think I'm willing to go to protect that which I hold most dear, you can't possibly fathom how deep that well of mine truly goes. You think you've come here simply to say that you can't help me, but all you've done is ensure that when this is all over, I won't be able to help you. When the day inevitably comes that I settle up with your little alliance, it will be you, Alan, alone in the dark." 

Monday, March 30, 2015

سَلي الرّماحَ العَوالي عن معالينا

سَلي الرّماحَ العَوالي عن معالينا


سَلي الرّماحَ العَوالي عن معالينا،واستشهدي البيضَ هل خابَ الرّجا فينا
وسائلي العُرْبَ والأتراكَ ما فَعَلَتْفي أرضِ قَبرِ عُبَيدِ اللَّهِ أيدينا
لمّا سعَينا، فما رقّتْ عزائمُناعَمّا نَرومُ، ولا خابَتْ مَساعينا
يا يومَ وَقعَة ِ زوراءِ العراق، وقَددِنّا الأعادي كما كانوا يدينُونا
بِضُمّرٍ ما رَبَطناها مُسَوَّمَة ً،إلاّ لنَغزوُ بها مَن باتَ يَغزُونا
وفتيَة ٍ إنْ نَقُلْ أصغَوا مَسامعَهمْ،لقولِنا، أو دعوناهمْ أجابُونا
قومٌ إذا استخصموا كانوا فراعنة ً،يوماً، وإن حُكّموا كانوا موازينا
تَدَرّعوا العَقلَ جِلباباً، فإنْ حمِيتْنارُ الوَغَى خِلتَهُمْ فيها مَجانينا
إذا ادّعَوا جاءتِ الدّنيا مُصَدِّقَة ً،وإن دَعوا قالتِ الأيّامِ: آمينا
إنّ الزرازيرَ لمّا قامَ قائمُها،تَوَهّمَتْ أنّها صارَتْ شَواهينا
ظنّتْ تأنّي البُزاة ِ الشُّهبِ عن جزَعٍ،وما دَرَتْ أنّه قد كانَ تَهوينا
بيادقٌ ظفرتْ أيدي الرِّخاخِ بها،ولو تَرَكناهُمُ صادوا فَرازينا
ذلّوا بأسيافِنا طولَ الزّمانِ، فمُذْتحكّموا أظهروا أحقادَهم فينا
لم يغنِهِمْ مالُنا عن نَهبش أنفُسِنا،كأنّهمْ في أمانٍ من تقاضينا
أخلوا المَساجدَ من أشياخنا وبَغواحتى حَمَلنا، فأخلَينا الدّواوينا
ثمّ انثنينا، وقد ظلّتْ صوارِمُناتَميسُ عُجباً، ويَهتَزُّ القَنا لِينا
وللدّماءِ على أثوابِنا علَقٌبنَشرِهِ عن عَبيرِ المِسكِ يُغنينا
فيَا لها دعوه في الأرضِ سائرة ٌقد أصبحتْ في فمِ الأيامِ تلقينا
إنّا لَقَوْمٌ أبَتْ أخلاقُنا شَرفاًأن نبتَدي بالأذى من ليسَ يوذينا
بِيضٌ صَنائِعُنا، سودٌ وقائِعُنا،خِضرٌ مَرابعُنا، حُمرٌ مَواضِينا
لا يَظهَرُ العَجزُ منّا دونَ نَيلِ مُنى ً،ولو رأينا المَنايا في أمانينا
ما أعوزتنا فرامينٌ نصولُ بها،إلاّ جعلنا مواضينا فرامينا
إذا جرينا إلى سبقِ العُلى طلقاً،إنْ لم نكُنْ سُبّقاً كُنّا مُصَلّينا
تدافعُ القدرَ المحتومَ همّتُنا،عنّا، ونخصمُ صرفَ الدّهرِ لو شينا
نَغشَى الخُطوبَ بأيدينا، فنَدفَعُها،وإنْ دهتنا دفعناها بأيدينا
مُلْكٌ، إذا فُوّقت نَبلُ العَدّو لَنارَمَتْ عَزائِمَهُ مَن باتَ يَرمينا
عَزائِمٌ كالنّجومِ الشُّهبِ ثاقِبَة ٌما زالَ يُحرِقُ منهنّ الشيّاطِينا
أعطى ، فلا جودُهُ قد كان عن غلَطٍمنهِ، ولا أجرُهُ قد كان مَمنونا
كم من عدوِّ لنَا أمسَى بسطوتِهِ،يُبدي الخُضوعَ لنا خَتلاً وتَسكينا
كالصِّلّ يظهرُ ليناً عندَ ملمسهِ،حتى يُصادِفَ في الأعضاءِ تَمكينا
يطوي لنا الغدرَ في نصحٍ يشيرُ به،ويمزجُ السمّ في شهدٍ ويسقينا
وقد نَغُضّ ونُغضي عن قَبائحِه،ولم يكُنْ عَجَزاً عَنه تَغاضينا
لكنْ ترَكناه، إذْ بِتنا على ثقَة ٍ،إنْ الأميرَ يُكافيهِ فيَكفينا

Thursday, March 19, 2015

فيها إنَّ

مين يعرف حكاية العبارة الي كل يوم نقولها

"الموضوع فيه إن"

معلومة ماكنت اعرفها من قبل
وكنت اسمع بها وهي دارجة بين الناس وكان اذا حصل الشك في شي يقال الموضوع فيه ( إنّ )
والقصة يقال انها كما يلي


كان في مدينةِ حلَب أميرٌ ذكيٌّ فطِنٌ شجاعٌ اسمه ( علي بن مُنقِذ )، وكان الملكُ وقتها (محمود بن مرداس ).
حدثَ خلافٌ بين الملكِ والأميرِ ( علي بن منقذ )، ففطِن عليٌ إلى أنّ الملكَ سيقتله، فهرَبَ مِن حلَبَ وراح إلى بلدتِه دمشق.

فطلب الملكُ من الكاتبِ أن يكتبَ رسالةً إلى عليِّ بنِ مُنقذ، ويطمئنُهُ فيها ويستدعيه للرجوعِ إلى حلَب.
وكان الملوك يجعلون وظيفةَ الكاتبِ لرجلٍ ذكي، حتى يُحسِنَ صياغةَ الرسائلِ التي تُرسَلُ للملوك، بل وكان أحياناً يصيرُ الكاتبُ ملِكاً إذا مات الملك.

شعَرَ الكاتبُ بأنّ الملِكَ ينوي الشرَّ بـ ( علي بن مُنقِذ )، فكتب له رسالةً عاديةً جداً، ولكنه كتبَ في نهايتها :
" إنَّ شاء اللهُ تعالى"، بتشديد النون !
فأدرك ابنُ مُنقِذٍ أن الكاتبَ يُحذِّرُه وهو يشدِّدُ النون، ويذكّره بقولِ الله تعالى :
(إنّ الملأَ يأتمرون بك ليقتلوك)
فردّ علي بنُ منقِذٍ برسالة عاديّةٍ يشكرُ الملكَ أفضالَه ويطمئنُه على ثقتِهِ الشديدةِ به، وختمها بعبارة :
" إنّا الخادمُ المُقِرُّ بالإنعام ".

وفطِن الكاتبُ إلى أنّ ابنَ مُنقِذٍ يطلبُ منه التنبهَ إلى قولِ اللهِ تعالى :
(إنّا لن ندخلَها أبداً ما داموا فيها)
وعلِمَ أنّ ابنَ مُنقِذٍ لن يعودَ إلى حلَبَ في ظلِّ وجودِ الملكِ ( محمود بن مرداس).

من كتاب :
(المثَل السائر في أدبِ الكاتبِ والشاعر)
للعلّامة : ضياء الدين ابن الأثير

من هذه الحادثةِ صارَ الجيلُ بعدَ الجيلِ يقولونَ للموضوعِ إذا كان فيه شكٌّ أو سوءُ نية :
(الموضوع فيه انّ!)
ذكاء العرب وفصاحة اللغة... 😎 ...


Saturday, February 28, 2015

حكمة من ربيع قرطبة

أحيانا .. أحب أن أتلقى الضربة الأولى .. أن ينزف مني بعض الدم أولا .. 
إنه ليؤجج الصدر ... ويوقد العزيمة .. ويقرّب البعيد .. ويوطّن النفس على الطلب .. ويزيح روادع التذمم والإشفاق والتردد ..
فيطلق السبع الكامن .. ويشحذ مخالبه .. فلقد أوتينا غريزة السبع ... وأوتينا معها حكمة العقل ..
وعواطف القلب .... وأحكام الخلق .. فإن طغت الأولى على الثانية .... لم يكن فرق بيننا وبين الحيوان الأعجم ..
وإن طغت الثانية على الأولى .. صار الرجل منا طعمة للكلاب من أمثال ابن المصحفي ..
ولقد تلقيت الضربة الأولى .... ووقع عليه وزرها ولا ملامة ... والنظر أول الخبر ..
كلمات رهيبة باح بها المنصور بن أبي عامر لابن عمه بعد لقائه الأول بابن المصحفي .. من الحلقة الثانية من مسلسل "ربيع قرطبة"..

Friday, February 27, 2015

فكر

 أعلن أحد ملاك الشركات الكبيرة عن وجود شاغر لمنصب رئيس مجلس إدارة وطلب من المؤهلين التقديم . خلال أسبوعين وصلته عدة سير ذاتية ملفتة للانتباه بخبرات كبيرة وقصص نجاح مميزة جميعهم كانوا يستحقون المنصب لكنه أراد المفاضلة بينهم فقال إن هناك امتحان مدته خمس دقائق فقط والناجح فيه سيكون هو رئيس مجلس الإدارة الجديد، جاء سبعة متقدمين مختارين لهذه الوظيفة فتحوا ورقة السؤال فوجدوا سؤالاً واحداً " كم يساوي حاصل جمع خمسة زائد خمسة؟" 

قام ستة منهم بوضع رقم عشرة مباشرة والخروج ضاحكين على ذلك الامتحان السخيف، ولكن واحداً فقط

كتب الإجابة :"لا يمكنني إعطاؤك الجواب لأنني لا أعرف ماذا تقصد بخمسة زائد خمسة، قد يكون قصدك عملية حسابية بسيطة وجوابها عشرة، وقد يكون قصدك أموراً أخرى كخمسة موظفين وخمسة مدراء وهذا خلل إداري وقد يكون قصدك خمسة  لترات من الماء تضاف إلى خمسة أمتار من الخشب المشتعل وهنا تكون النتيجة رماد، يجب أن تقول لي ماذا تريد كي أجيبك".

الاختيار كان طبعاً لصاحب الجواب الأخير الذي أصبح رئيساً لمجلس الإدارة، فمن غير الممكن أن يكون رئيس مجلس الإدارة يريد من يجمع رقمين بسيطين.

وقفــة /
هذه القصة تعلمنا كيف ندير أمور حياتنا بالتفكير السليم و التأني قبل اتخاذ القرار فكثيراً ما نغتر بظاهر الأمور ونستعجل لاستعراض معرفتنا وننسى أن في الباطن ما هو أعقد أحيانـاً.

وقفة أخيــرة /
فكر قبل أن تجيب ولا تغتر بظاهر الأمـور وتذكر أن خمسة زائد خمسة قد لا يساوي عشرة .
طابت جميع اوقاتكم بذكر الله

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Henry David Thoreau on Defining Your Own Success

Henry David Thoreau on Defining Your Own Success

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“If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal — that is your success.”
Legendary philosopher, poet, political pundit, abolitionist, and transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau remains best-known for one of history’s most important texts on protest and for Walden (public librarypublic domain), his beautiful 1854 paean to solitude, simplicity, and self-sufficiency, which inspired much of John Cage’s philosophy and generations of intellectuals and creators. Nine years prior, Thoreau had moved into a cabin by Walden Pond in an effort to remove himself from social life, instead absorbing nature and letting himself be absorbed by it. The book synthesizes Thoreau’s insights derived over the two years he spent there, woven of exquisite language full of magnificent metaphors and whimsical descriptions, and spanning everything from the nature of the self to consumer culture.
My favorite part, however, deals with a familiar subject — how to define your own successfind your purpose and do what you love:
If one listens to the faintest but constant suggestions of his genius, which are certainly true, he sees not to what extremes, or even insanity, it may lead him; and yet that way, as he grows more resolute and faithful, his road lies. The faintest assured objection which one healthy man feels will at length prevail over the arguments and customs of mankind. No man ever followed his genius till it misled him. Though the result were bodily weakness, yet perhaps no one can say that the consequences were to be regretted, for these were a life in conformity to higher principles. If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal — that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.
Then, in nearing the conclusion:
I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Remarkably profound in its entirety, Walden is a classic for a reason — the kind of spectacular read that stays with you for life.


Regards,
A. Altayeb
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Saturday, January 24, 2015

يا مستجيب للداعي

يا مستجيب للداعي
يا مستجيب للدَّاعـي
جب دعوتي بإسـراعِ 
وأشفي جميع أوجاعي
يا مرتجـى يا رحـمـان 

أغفر لعبـدٍ مذنـب
من الخطايا يسكـب 
بحب ساكـن يثـرب
طه شفيـع النيـران 

وأنا صادفت الغانـي
مِن بعد مغرب دانـي 
لابس قميص كيلانـي
ويميل ميل الأغصـان 

وامعرقـه وامتركـي
يرتج أخضـر مكَّـي 
وعقد لؤلـؤ يحكـي
من فوق حله كتـان 

أقبل ينـط الشَّـارع
مثل الغزال الفـازع 
وأنا فـطريقي جازع
فـصرت منه خجلان 

أشعل فؤادي حسـره
بأعيان مثل الجمـره 
فكيف لاهـي سمـره
فاقت جمال الغـزلان 

قلت: أرحموني لأهلك
يا ربربي مـن جهلـك 
ما تختشي من أهلـك
أقفى وقال لي :عجلان 

لو تسعفوا في خصلـه
المطلبه هـي سهلـه 
تغنيك عـن ذا كلَّـه
وتزور عاشق ولهـان 

فقال لـي: يا شاعـر
ذكرك في قلبي حاضر 
بالأمس وأنـا سامـر
سمعت منكم الحـان 

غنَّى بها بعض النَّـاس
أطرب جميع الإحساس 
والآن قول لي لا باس
والعطف منكم إحسان


ألحان: تراث 
مقام: بياتي