Lina H Hanna

Lina H Hanna

Thursday, November 25, 2010

The Full Moon makes my soul’s flower Bloom


The ruler of the night, the magician of the dark sky , the anchor of the midnight ship , The Moon ,the mirror of the sun, he is always there glowing on the world… I gaze into an irresistable beauty, a full circle of magical radiance, one glance and I breathe out my soul to breathe in his soul; I am forever transformed; I have always had this infatuation with the full moon, my senses sharpen, my heart aroused , my body stirred ; that moon makes me yearn for a raw emotion, it makes me yield for an unborn desire, a virgin feeling that I always miss but never experienced before… it provokes the wild me to surface, it unleashes my appetite for life , music and passion, that still moon makes me dance in circles wandering around for a rendering dream, it makes me want to scream…

The moon is silent yet I hear its loudest cry , I listen to the murmurs of the night filled with lamentation and longing for a hug, a long embrace…the moon shines on every face in every place , he composes a music that a deaf ear can gravitate to its melodies; he is there to witness moments of joy and pain, he listens to the laughter and the tears of his dears, he shines on each one of them equally, the moon does not divide or prioritize, no one owns him yet he is for everyone…

The moon haunts me, he takes over my being, my eyes can’t move away from his light and mysterious appeal that renovates me, the moon makes everything and everyone more beautiful, more attractive, it casts its spell all over the world and the world succombs to his charm. His magnetic power blooms our midnight flower , we run into a new stratum of our being, bewitched and dizzy , drunk of his lure we lose ourselves into his splendor only to find it again within his spin circle.

The moon streches out his hands and run his fingers on my face , he cuddles my skin and spread his glowing dust all over my body , one taste of his touch and I am forever hushed.

Lina Hanna Hanna.

أمسك يدي فأصبحت لا أقهر...

















هي الحياة تأخذ من أيدينا ولكنها تعطينا بالمقابل ، تشد الخناق أحياناً كثيرة ولكنها لا تحرمنا من الذي يمد يده لكي يفك الرباط حول عنقنا ويعانقنا ليعتق أرواحنا من سجون الظلم والحرمان. تقسو الأيام علينا جميعاً ، وأنا كلما عصفت بي الرياح بعيداً عن سفينتي وكلما هاجت أمواج بحر وجودي لتقذفني على جزيرة نائية بعيداً عن كل ما ألفته وارتاحت له نفسي وجدت سندبادي ليكون هو بوصلتي وبر الأمان... عندما أكون بجانبه تسقط أهمية المكان والزمان ليصبح هو كل الأمكنة والأزمان... وجوده قوتي وغيابه ضعفي وهشاشتي فعندما نكون معاً لا شيئ يخترقني وكل بشاعة العالم تختفي، وكل الدموع تتحول إلى ألماس ولآلئ، تتبارك كل الأوجاع وتستحيل الأهات إلى نغمات على مقربة من تلك الشفاه! معاً ،كل شيئ له معنى ، ما من جماد ، كل شيء له روحٌ حية تتنفس من رئتينا وتحيا من خمر منه انتشينا ...

معاً نواجه ونوجه ، نبكي ونضحك، نغضب ونهزأ ، نصغر ونحن نكبر ، نلعن ونبارك، نحلق ونحن نمشي، نتحدى قانون الجاذبية ، نطفو ونغرق ، نحب ونكره، نحلم ونيأس ، ولكن كل هذا ليس مهم طالما نحن الأهم عندما تتشابك الأصابع وتتزاوج أيدينا وتتعاهد على أن تتماسك ولا تفلت احداها الأخرى . هو إحساس بالأمان والإنتماء ، هو جنتي الضائعة ، هو موسيقى روحي تعزفها دقات قلبي وتتمايل على ألحانها أحزاني وأشجاني لتصبح فرحة فؤادي المفقودة.

في عينيه اكتشف أسرار الحب وأتعلم أبجدية العشق ، أنظر إليه فانخطف عن ذاتي وأغيب عنها لأضيع داخل غياهب روحه وأتذوق ما لذ وطاب من مائدة قلبه. أسمع صوته فتسكت جميع أصوات الداخلية ويغوص العالم الخارجي في صمت عميق فيسكت الكون في أذني فلا أسمع سواه!

يعانقني فتفيق عواطفي وتفيض حنانا فتتعانق الشمس والقمر ليرقصان معاً. معه أن لست مجرد إمرأة بل أنا المرأة التي لا تهزم ،

أنا المرأة التي لا تهرم وتشيخ بل هي شباب دائم وزهرة لا تذبل

لينا حنا حنا.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

زنزانة الماضي



ها أنا عدت من جديد انفض الغبار عن ذكريات خلت أنها غرقت في بحر الصيرورة والتحول ولكنها عادت تطفو على سطح مياه لم تستطع أن تبتلعها ، ها أنا أحدق في ذلك الوجه من جديد ، ها أن أرى تلك الإبتسامة من جديد وأسمع ذاك الصوت الذي لطالما ارتعشت حواسي عند سماعه...

لا أريد لهذه الذكريات أن تحيا من جديد ، كيف لها أن تتنفس في ذاكرتي بعد أن خنقتها وقطعت عنها الهواء بيدي ؟ ما الذي أيقظ حنيناً من بعد سباتٍ عميق؟ لماذا ادفع أنا ثمن فعلٍ لا ارادي ليس لي رغبة به ؟ هي ذكرى ، هو طيف وخيال ، هي رؤية ضبابية لصور وأماكن هربت من زنزانة الماضي واقتحمت بوابة الحاضر لتخدعه بوهم وسراب ما قد كان في يومٍ من الأيام حقيقة ؛ ولكن لا حقيقة من دون إستمرارية ، ما سبق وختم عليه الزمن الغابر يبقى في عتمة وصقيع قبور الماضي التي تضم هياكل وبقايا ذكرى عاشت وماتت...

كيف للأموات أن تعود للحياة ؟ لا يلتقي هذا العالم مع ذاك ! كيف ينبض قلبي ويشعر بحرارة مصدرها جليد؟ اه ما أضعفنا كبشر ، يا لهشاشة مشاعرنا ويا لمكرنا عند الإدعاء بالقوة والجبروت ونحن أعجز من أن نقاوم حنين قد إجتاح عاطفتنا وأخضعها بعطر ما أو كلمة ما أو مكانٍ ما أو حتى حادثة ما اشعلت جمر الحاضر تحت رماد الماضي !

لا أعلم ماذا أشعر عندما تستيقظ أشواقي فأنا أريد ولا أريد أن أتذكر ! ألعن وأبارك ، هل اشكر ذكرى إنسان أو ادعو له لكي يسامحه الله؟ هل نحن ذكرياتنا؟ هل نحن مجموعة الصور المخبأة في الخزانة أو على الحائط؟ أم نحن اللحظة الآنية وحلم الغد؟ هل حقاً نمضي قدماً؟ هل حقاً الماضي البعيد هو بعيد؟ أم هو على مقربةٍ منا في بعده، أكثر من يومنا الحاضر حتى في غيابنا نحن؟ هل الساعة هي الوقت؟ أوليس الوقت ما نعيش حتى لو في خيالنا وجداننا؟ هل حاضر إن لم نحضره بوعينا ورغبتنا به؟ أين نحن من البارحة الذي لا يبرح من مكانه؟ هل نحن ما نسطيع أن نكون في المستقبل الذي قد لا نستقبل؟ أم نحن نتيجة ما كنا ؟ إلى أي مدى قد مضى ما مضى وهل يمضي فعلاً ما دمنا نحن قد بقينا؟

لينا حنا حنا

To Pierre Aoun

هو صديقي وله مني كل محبة وتقدير .... أحبه لروح الفكاهة التي ترسم لوحةٍ من الضحك والألوان على وجوه كل من حوله. هو خفيف الظل ، حسن المظهر ، مواظب في عمله وهو إنسان يتحلى بالمسؤلية لادارته مقهى تملكه عائلته فتراه دائم الحركة لا يهدأ ، وإن حدث وهدأ لا يدع احد من اصدقائه يهدأ بل تراه يشاكس هذا أو تراه يعبس عبسته الشهيرة تلك التي يقوم بها بقصد الجدية ولكنها تخونه فيبدو وسيماً أكثر ؛طبعاً هو يريد أن يوحي بالوقار ولكن مظاهر اللهو لا تدعمه لتحقيق ما يريد. قلبه الكبير هو أوسع من هذا الكون ، فالشر لا يعرف لروحه طريقاً، وإلتزامه ونضجه يزيد من رصيد احترامه من قبل كل من يعرفه. هو ليس بشخص هامشي يكتفي بوجوده ، بل يأخذ الحياة على محمل الجد ويقوم بواجبه على أكمل وجه بالرغم من صغر سنه.

هو بمثابة أخٍ لي ، فهو لطالما أشعرني أني في بيتي وليس في مقهى عام، من شدة حسن ضيافته ولباقته في التعامل مع الجميع وليس أنا فقط. اكتب عنه فقط بعد أن أضناني الرد عليه شفهياً وأتعبني في المواظبة على كل كلمة يريد إستفزازي من خلالها ، فقررت أن أدع قلمي يسترسل في الكتابة عنه .

هو من اعتز بصداقته ولو أنه يقهرني في بعد الأوقات ويغلي الدم في عروقي إلا أني استمتع باللهو والمزاح معه فهو يضفي جواً محملاً بالفرح والحياة فتشعر معه بأنك في مهرجان دائم للإحتفال بحيوية الشباب ، هذا إن لم يقضي نصف نهاره على الهاتف ، فاتصالاته لا تنقطع ولكها تقطع مشاكسته لي ولذلك ادعو دائماً أن أسمع رنات هاتفه فيعتقني من بهلوانياته .

هو "بيار " وله أهدي هذه السطور عله عندما يقرؤها يرأف بي وبكل اصدقائه ويلوح برايته البيضاء إستسلاماً وسلماً! فيا صاح تحيةً لك ولمقهى " Bug's Cafe "

لينا حنا حنا ...

Opposites attract or attack?

We are usually pulled towards the persons who are similar to us, who share the same leanings and visions because being around alike people procures us with a certain security and tranquility to be ourselves with them knowing that they do understand us perfectly well and thus making it easier for us to communicate; however sometimes this resemblance could throw us into boredom and it can suck away the flavor of being challenged with someone who is opposite to us.

Who said opposites should attack because they do not last even if at some point they attract? Aren’t we naturally drawn to someone who confronts our character and awaken our brain cells? Don’t we all crave a mind that triggers our intellectual leaning and brings out a new layer in us? It is a sure thing that every person we meet highlights an attribute we have but was dormant within our soul waiting for someone to shine on it and bring it out in us.

When we are in contact with someone who intrigue our brain cells, we feel the rush of blood through our mind and we become more alert and focused on their distinction, we feed from it and even though we might not feel the comfort we experience when communicating with persons like us we still enjoy the defy they present by adopting an unlike idealistic attitude and their different ways of experiencing and expressing life. We usually oppose to such difference, but why don’t we start to look at them as a chance for learning from them. Life teaches us by the means of opposites and contradiction in order for us to be stronger and to cover all angles we could find ourselves surrounded with.

Do not be afraid from those who are different then you but rather embrace what sets them apart and work through the unfamiliarity in order to sustain and test your individuality. Diversity is richness, it adds a new color to the canvas of your existence, it reflects a new trait in you, it liberates your soul from the same frame of mind we always rotate and gravitate inside of its restraint.

Break the shell of your common safe grounds and dare to set foot in a foreign territory where you can find a new fresh self that was aching to be discovered.

Lina Hanna Hanna.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A Charlatan

What is real and what is not? The truth …do we apply it on ourselves as well as on the world around us or are we just performers and actors? Are we the same persons we are when alone, or does society even deprive us from the merit of being honest about our lives? Do we think we are duping the world when we are two face persons? Oh no the first farce is the one you act on your own self, you are your personal clown concealed in a disguise of a social conformist costume that you think validates your tricks.

Keep amusing yourself thinking you are manipulating the world by succumbing reality to your pretense and your profit. For you impostors who promote an image that is far from reflecting your true reflection say: there is nothing more indispensable than being true to who you are and not to who you appear to be; when you deceive others you are deceiving yourself at first, you are being your own murderers , you are sacrificing your identities and your individualities for a world that is ruled by illusion and masqueraders, you are clinging to the image that is accidental and you are letting go of what is substantial , you are killing your chance of a well lived life where you can achieve much just by being your true colors , do not miss out on life ‘s most wonderful gifts of trial and error, of discovering and evolving , of decoding your own enigma , no social mask can liberate you like that, oh no on the contrary when you limit yourself with an image everyone knows you through its appearance you will condemn yourself to that image for the rest of your life and it is hard to maintain the same concept at all times, we are not machines we are not fixed , we are ever changing and developing into a better different version of ourselves.

When you are true to yourself there is no way you can deceive others , they will get what they will see and they will decide accordingly to whether or not they will be a part of your life and not because what you appear to be but rather because you are who you are so why risk that for a charade and the social game pressure?

Do not allow yourself to be deceived twice, one against yourself and then against those around you that are affected by your words and actions.

It is better to be a true authentic devil than a false phony angel, whoever loves you will love even what is despicable about you for love is acceptance in totality not in parts. It is better to be alone that to be in the hot spotlights of society portraying a person you are not!

Life is a thrill, do not let it pass you by unable to touch the core of your existence, open up and dare to be who you are and the rewards are bounty!

Lina Hanna Hanna.

When depression strikes

A vacant storm has attacked me, a cold heart took over the warmth of my emotions, a dry mind has thrown me into the void of nothingness, and a shattered consciousness has kept me from gathering my ruins , they were all over the place and never in just one space; A state of being which I hated and cursed while I dwelled in a vicious circle of going back to where It started and not being able to get out; you know that feeling when you fall into a black crack and you just keep falling and falling, you descend and collapse until you wish you finally hit the ground because you are so tired of declining …

They say the only way, when you are down, is up, the same ground we fall on its floor is the ground we use to get up again, we are fragile creatures , we absorb all the noise and absurdity and hurt around us and somehow think we are invincible but the truth is we are not, we are susceptible to the slightest harm that can be inflicted upon us and whether we hide from it, we mask it, we postpone it or we embrace it and endure the status quo, the pain is and will always be a human condition, a signal of health since it will give us an indication that something somewhere is not okay and needs to be noticed and treated.

And so are our souls, we are not unbreakable, we are prone to many psychological sickness as we go through life from one challenge to another, one hardship after another, until the stress takes over our lives and we become strangers to the persons we think we are, rage and sadness prevail and everything turns to black and every voice and even the slightest word becomes a source of disturbance, so we start to push our loved ones away because of our attitude and our state of mind.

We become sedated, numb to any positive feeling and we slip into depression, where everything and everyone are but one, where heat and cold stand at one distance, and we start to miss our laughter and wonder what happened to us? We demand our awareness to be back, we want to feel the rush of blood again, we lie to ourselves thinking that if we go out more and be social butterflies, it will go away, or if we spend money on things we do not actually need, the sadness will leave, or if we ran from facing what we feel, it will cease ; well guess what? it will not go away by these means, do not dupe yourself.

The only way is through love, when a hand is stretched out to us, when there is this someone who loves us even when we are not lovable, when we feel we are not alone in this, when we feel we are needed and that our smile means the world to someone who feeds from it and depends on it, when we keep our faith in a better tomorrow and in a loving God that will bring us through it all , only then can we emerge and rise above the pond of our suffering.

In the eyes of that someone who makes us feel alive, who summons the angelic happy thoughts hidden in us, that person who says it all with no words, that person who reassures you that everything will be alright just by sitting next to you, that person who colors your black and white vision , that person who pours his optimistic water into the wilderness of your being so that when you are together everything will come to life, and the world becomes a garden filled with flowers and aromas that can arm you against a world that cannot but forsaken you and leave you deceived.

Love is the cure whatever the illness might be, to have a heart that answers to your desires without you having to ask is all you need to proceed … Love is your only corridor out of this prison…

Lina Hanna Hanna.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Art: The exit of life’s labyrinth

To capture movement, to take time into custody, to take us away from life’s anguish and suffering, to hold beauty and fix it in a tangible reality, either by writing a thought and translating it into a canvas of words, or by painting a world beyond this world that can transport us away from human pain, or by taking and detaining realities into a photo frame that repairs what is broken in our souls giving us new pair of eyes to look at things from an artistic vision; this is the healing powers of art, for whoever fails to see splendor around him will grow old…

Art is still life when imprisoned but once we gaze into it and inhale its spirit it comes back to motion again because it moves our inner world and runs through our mind’s corridors…

Every work of art is poetry whether silent or noisy, it hits our ears and add value and depth to our existence, it is an extra dimension we can shelter within its colors and schemes and tunes, it serves to be our comfort zone, our mysterious garden that we escape to when reality is just too bitter and too cruel to bear with… it is the magical dust spread upon our beings to awaken our need for beauty and enchantment.

Artists are the makers of history; they influence the mass and can change the course of time, they are immortals in a world of mortality, they live forever even after they are physically gone, their masterpieces are eternal monuments.

Art transcends our presence from mere humans to spiritual beings, it is our passport to the realms of the unseen and imagination; we are transformed through flair and flamboyance of a work of genius.

Whoever has the taste for arts will have the elixir of knowledge and youth in his grasp; it is advised to stay away and be cautious from those who do not appreciate or love arts for they lose their human side and they are a threat to humanity and sympathy.

What is more majestic than hearing an angelic tune or a demonic tune that can make us revolt to any challenge to may face by dancing it away , music tickles the soul and submerge it into a sea of pleasure and delights.

What is more divine than seeing a painting that can touch you in places you did not even know it existed in you by making you leave your place while in your place still, where you can meet the painter through the colors and patterns of the canvas.

What is more uplifting than reading a poem that draws the universe with words who can be food for our brain and serve as a guide in our journey of life.

What is more eye candy than going through images of a lyrical photography that catches with the lenses of a camera elusive moments and has the ability to stop time in a frame of art.

To watch a good movie and live within its scenes is a true enjoyment and refreshing of the heart.

Arts will always be our departure from the maze of life and hurt, it is the confirmation of a divine breath within us and it is the exorcist of any demonic devilish endeavor in a human being, so when life gets unbearable for you, just indulge in your favorite artistic world and sail away....

Lina Hanna Hanna

Completion

To feel complete, to have the world in the palm of your hands in way that you see yourself standing on top of the world, like there is nothing else you need any longer, like all that you ever wished for and wanted, every dream has been achieved; like you have uncovered the mysteries of your own existence and unveiled the secrets of the universe as well, what a heavenly feeling!!!

Those captured moments of simple perfection are rare but each moment equals an eternity for it will be saturated and filled up with life and ecstasy and not like when the minute’s hours and days just drag along in a slow empty rhythm that make us wish for those moments to just pass along …

When you live in that elation celebrate and be grateful for having the blessing to experience such overwhelming emotions that will elevate your existence to touch the parallel worlds.

When you feel you gathered your torn pieces together to become a whole again, when you find that one link that ties your multi dimensions in one moment of fusion of the mind, body and soul, to feel like you are no longer inhabited by many facets but rather becoming one in your diversity, is pure euphoria and jubilation.

When you satisfy your heart’s longing, it will connect you to love, beauty, pleasure, and happiness in those around and gives you confidence to take it to the next level. You will become the epic of your life, the sonnet of your existence and the verses of an unearthly presence.

If you never experienced that, do not despair for what awaits you can bring you all the heights of human emotions, just be ready and have your inner gardens trimmed , make space for that burst of life and passion so it can be poured into you and eternity will be yours in a flash of light earthly timing.

And if you already experienced that rapture you will be forever transformed and metamorphosed…

Just be open and be receptive to the magic of human passion and allow its waves to lift you up to where the tides can take you….

Lina Hanna Hanna

لماذا؟

سؤال يتردد في ذهني كلما كلمت نفسي ، كلما اصيبت ذاتي بالإحباط والإشمئزاز من تعب وعبثية الوجود وسخرية وظلم في الحياة... لماذا يتجاور الفقر والغنى ولكن دون ان يلتقيان يوما ؟ لماذا يعيش الفقر في زنزانة العالم بينما يتجول الغنى في فناء وهواء الحرية؟ لماذا يتحول الحب الى محبة؟ لماذا يتقلب القلب؟ لماذا نكف عن الحلم ونستسلم للواقع الراهن؟ لماذا نكون بمفردنا عندما نكون بأمس الحاجة لإزدواجية علاقتنا البشرية؟ لماذا رخص الانسان بغلاء معيشته؟ لماذا الشعور بالملل من وفرة وسائل الترفيه؟ لماذا تتقدم التكنولوجيا وتتراجع الانسانية؟ لماذا ندين ونتخلى عن الدين؟ لماذا لا عبادة الا لأصنام ذاتنا ؟ لماذا الرياء والادعاء؟ لماذا تنقرض قلوب البشر لتتحول الى فسيفساء من حجر؟ لماذا التعطش للدماء والعنف؟ لماذا الخيانة؟ لماذا الإهمال والإستهلاك دون الإستحقاق؟ لماذا تسيطر العلاقة لتخضع الحب؟ لماذا الانانية النهمة؟ لماذا يهان ويصغر العجوز ليعامل كالبعوض؟ لماذا اختفت الألوان وأصبح الكل يلبس لون واحد ؟ لماذا نفرغ الأماكن والناس من روحهم وفرديتهم؟ لماذا نعبد الاه المادة وندنس معابد الروح والعقل؟ لماذا يتحول كل شيئ الى اللاشيئ؟
لينا حنا حنا

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هي لحظات نعيشها ثورة على الحياة وعلى أنفسنا. لحظات تدفع بنا الى هاوية وجودنا فنقف على آخر النهاية وأول البداية لننهي حكاية فتبتدأ الرواية... هي قصة قلب تعب من شدة خفقانه وإخفاقه من فرط وتفريط بالحب...قلب قد جاب صحاري المشاعر البشرية ومشى وانتشى من انهارها وأدمن رائحة بخور حدائق العشق الإلهية... قلب قد نظر بعينه الى بشاعة وفظاظة الانسان الوحش في ذروتها فكان شاهدا على سقوط الانسانية الى جحيم على أرضنا هذه... انه قلب يصرخ كفى! انه قلب يشتهي موته... قلب عالق بين فكي الواقع يتمنى لو كان من قبضته هارب... هو يريد ان يبقى حالم بالرغم من تآمر العالم ضد أحلامه... يريد ان يحدث المعجزات بالرغم من التعجيزات. يريد ان يحافظ على صيفه في أوج الشتاء فهو قد سئم القلوب الأخرى التي لا تسمع وجعه وأنينه بل هي من تتسبب باوجاعه وتلتذ بتأوهاته... قلب غجري مشرد يبحث عن عنوان يكون فيه الحب السلطان والانسانية في حالة فوران بدل من حالة الذوبان فأين يا ترى هو هذا المكان في هذا الزمان؟

لينا حنا حنا.

The Maximum of life in minimum of Time

Between the time we spend working and sleeping , and the time we spend filling up with the very best that life has to offer, is a huge gap; if we think further in this we will know how little time we have to really enjoy our loved ones, our favorite hobbies …

The leisure pursuit is not an option for the person who works in hard labors just to get by, he is deprived of that “me time” we always seek and need to recharge our deposit so we can get up the next day and face the difficulty of another day spent automated, programmed where we do the same things every day in the same heavy rhythm, building up stress and making friends with sorrow, blame and shame.

Sometimes we feel like we are caught up in a vortex of having a life of repetition of repetitions rule over every corner of our mind, that s when we feel less alive and more dead in the inside, that s when all colors look like one color, that s when all flavors taste one flavor, that s when all days are but one day , that s when everything appears to be the same in our hollow eyes, that s when everyone and everything no longer matters, that s when absence and presence are equal, we don’t mind if someone is present but we do not care or feel we need him if he is absent …

That s when we need a refreshing breeze, a strike of zephyr that will rouse our senses, stimulate our mind, a spark that will ignite the fire underneath the ashes, a wakeup call from the universe that will stir our beings and give it a push to dip itself in life’s sweet sugary rivers. It is when we realize that a small matter can unleash the great pleasure hiding within our layers…

this is when we need to maximize our stamina and minimize our problems, there is a lot we can do with so little we have; the joy of being surrounded with people that we love and that make our world a better place to live, the laughter of kids we watched grow up, the beauty of places we adore, the warmth of a house we call our own, the smell of coffee or hot chocolate or our favorite food, a song that transport us into different realms and worlds, the intimacy of passion and love, the look into someone ‘s eye that can lift our souls to virgin skies and paradise…

The feeling that we are so much needed , we are so much loved by the people who mark our inner maps, that feeling is irreplaceable , it is never bought , it is gained and rejoiced in with no effort or self marketing , it is chemistry !!!

Happy moments are found in the most unplanned places, the least expected, the least sought after, we spend our life trying to plan, plot build specific situations that favors a better life, while it escapes our wit that the finer things in life take us by storm and by surprise, we should learn how to unwind and step back and let life unfolds with its threats and promises alike… there are limits to what money and planning can get for us… The Fear is the one thing that will hinder your progress in every aspect of your life, fear makes you a stranger and an enemy to yourself, do not let that happen, work through what you are scared of so that you can benefit from what you strive the most…

Do not be impossible to please, but rather learn how to bend for those who know how to bend never break… face the fact that one moment you are floating in the ocean of your existence having full power over your seas and complete command on your ship , while you can be fighting for your life and trying to survive a storm in the middle of the sea, you may lose control over your ship for some time , but do not give in , you are the captain , you can set and sail your boat like no one else can do it for you, it is your boat , you know it by heart, so have faith that you can make it and by all means you will!!

We all love life and some of us are dying to live, so let us Put that good energy into the universe and it'll come back in spades. Always remember you have a shield against reality use it to trespass it, it is the dream shelter, dreams take you from being just “a person” who is walking into life into becoming” the person “ who is stepping on life and a conqueror of reality and limits… So whatever you want, Dream it and it is yours…

Lina Hanna Hanna.

لا تجالس أنصاف العشاق، ولا تصادق أنصاف الأصدقاء، لا تقرأ لأنصاف الموهوبين، لا تعش نصف حياة، ولا تمت نصف موت، لا تختر نصف حل، ولا تقف في منتصف الحقيقة،

لا تجالس أنصاف العشاق، ولا تصادق أنصاف الأصدقاء، لا تقرأ لأنصاف الموهوبين، لا تعش نصف حياة، ولا تمت نصف موت، لا تختر نصف حل، ولا تقف في منتصف الحقيقة، لا تحلم نصف حلم، ولا تتعلق بنصف أمل، إذا صمتّ.. فاصمت حتى النهاية، وإذا تكلمت.. فتكلّم حتى النهاية، لا تصمت كي تتكلم، ولا تتكلم كي تصمت.

إذا رضيت فعبّر عن رضاك، لا تصطنع نصف رضا، وإذا رفضت.. فعبّر عن رفضك، لأن نصف الرفض قبول.. النصف هو حياة لم تعشها، وهو كلمة لم تقلها، وهو ابتسامة أجّلتها، وهو حب لم تصل إليه، وهو صداقة لم تعرفها.. النصف هو ما يجعلك غريباً عن أقرب الناس إليك، وهو ما يجعل أقرب الناس إليك غرباء عنك، النصف هو أن تصل وأن لاتصل، أن تعمل وأن لا تعمل، أن تغيب وأن تحضر.. النصف هو أنت، عندما لا تكون أنت.. لأنك لم تعرف من أنت. النصف هو أن لا تعرف من أنت .. ومن تحب ليس نصفك الآخر.. هو أنت في مكان آخر في الوقت نفسه!!..

نصف شربة لن تروي ظمأك، ونصف وجبة لن تشبع جوعك، نصف طريق لن يوصلك إلى أي مكان، ونصف فكرة لن تعطي لك نتيجة.. النصف هو لحظة عجزك وأنت لست بعاجز.. لأنك لست نصف إنسان. أنت إنسان.. وجدت كي تعيش الحياة، وليس كي تعيش نصف حياة!!

" جبران خليل جبران"


Love’s blade

Love does not always come with roses nor with a soft music playing in the background; it is not always a festival of joy in the garden of your heart where butterflies fly free , where every flower is looking up to the sky of your emotions in complete bliss… Love Hurts! It comes with a sharp Razor, one wrong grip and it cuts you deep, do not be surprised to see yourself bleed…

Love is not common sense, love is insanity, love is wild, always plotting, tearing off our masks, uncovering the veils of our core; love is wicked, it lures us into drinking its poison in that sweet sugary candy it proposes us to savor its delicious taste and we fall into the weaved web chewing our own venom until the sweet taste fades out and we start to endure the agony of a poisoned love….

There are love stories yes, tales of hearts who loved and lived happily ever after in real life, these are the rare occurrences of a doomed materialistic world where love is losing its color and the love of possessions is a highlighted tint… we are becoming more of what we have and less of who we are… love is not presents it is presence, wake up people of the world!!! Love is an act that goes from the inside of our substance towards the outer world, it is not the outer world poured into our hearts , to replace our free spaces where love should rule , do not fill up that space with objects , it is solely reserved for love, leave that space free to welcome an unexpected guest…

Love is not always a constructive force, there is destruction into love too when love exceeds its own limitation and becomes obsessive and possessive. It turns into a monster who will try to kill anything and anyone who stands between him and his food… Love is a mad man, he walks in fire while enjoying the flames burning his skin, and he takes off his clothes not feeling ashamed of his nakedness, unaware of the existence of anyone else except for him…

Beware how you handle your love, beware when you are standing on that edge for all it takes is one wrong step and you will descend to the depths of your primitive instinctive nature; do not allow that to happen but rather ascend to the highest form of existence when you leave your physical form to roam into the ethereal form of life…Do not be afraid to dive into the ocean of your love, submerge stripped off your garments and accessories , strip yourself to your core, to your substance, dive under and deeper beneath that ocean so you can search for your lost pearl…

Be the Sinbad you only admire in books, wash off the dust of artificial life and purify yourself from the accessories you wear to put on the social masquerade show, in that ocean there is no eyes to judge nor fingers pointed at you if you reveal your true nature, untamed and free in that river of truth …Open yourself fully and entirely, turn off the noise of the materialistic world so you can let your soul ears listen to the murmurs of your deepest passion.

Remember that in order to save yourself for love’s blade , you need to treat it with care and gentle manners, if not you will bear the consequences of suffering the scars you caused to yourself, and you will no one else to blame expect for your wrong wicked ways and your misuse and abuse of love’s knife !

Always keep in mind that even in pleasure pain is present in small doses, and it is an enjoyable torment if it is the result of too much love and a pure ecstasy that it becomes almost impossible to bear by a single body who is feeling this flood of satisfaction and elation… but be aware that there is another kind of love’s agony that which makes you suffer the effect of holding the knife where it cuts straight to the bone, it is always up to you to decide on which edge you will be standing ,extreme pain or pleasure? The call is yours…

Lina Hanna Hanna.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Do not let the vanity wolf devour you!

Most of us are familiar with the term” narcissist “, and for those who have never heard of the expression before I will elaborate: “Narcissus, in Greek mythology was a hunter who was renowned for his beauty. He was exceptionally arrogant, in that he despised those who loved him. As divine punishment he fell in love with his own reflection in a pool, not realizing it was merely an image, and he wasted away to death, not being able to leave the beauty of his own reflection.”

In few words he was so full of himself that he did not have room for any other human being besides himself.

How many persons you know are bitten by the Narcissus bug? Those who starve their compassion and humanity in order to feed their obsession with their own image and beauty that is as far as being stunning as it can be! Ego is not attractive, selfish love is not alluring, these are hideous ugly features that would turn any gorgeous face into a putrid filthy rotten heart , a beautiful face does not mean a beautiful mind or heart.

What is ego? What is vanity? Isn’t it a must for us to love ourselves first? Isn’t the first duties are ones towards ourselves too? When is it that the self love would turn into a beast? When do we say he is vain rather than he has self confidence? It is all a matter of dosage , it is a thin line that divides heaven from hell, when all we see is our own interest , our own benefit , our own happiness only disregarding the welfare of those who live with us and around us , when they become almost invisible expect for when they are there to kiss our ass, or to shower us with compliments and feed our ego because it becomes the only way for us to communicate with them, that’s when it is no longer self acceptance , but rather self adoration, beware of these people who walk like they have a mirror in front on them all day , they see and hear and feel nothing but the empty echoes that vibrate in the hallways of their soul, for they are like deserted cities and fortresses, they are kings of their mirage , victims of their hallucinations, of a pseudo empire where they rule over the vanity monarchy built of walls and floors , streets and skies made of mirrors everywhere so that they are able to feast their eyes with their divine mystic beauty that no other man possesses , where nothing is but an image , a hollow empty nothingness that is desperate to become something it will never be…

Oh those half people , half demons , they walk like the world owes them , like the people around them are slaves to their glory and magnitude , poor minds , sick beings , they are dead among the living , they lack substance and grace , they are nothing but human dust ,they are in the midst of the spotlight yet we fail to see them for they are unseen expect in their own reflection …

they created a hole so deep that it becomes impossible to reach out for them, they are Gods on earth, they are higher than us the rest of the population , they are the elite of human kind , but that s only in their perception because they do not have other visions expect their own… deprived of the true meaning of life, they miss the carnival of existence by taking too much time to beautify themselves enough to come along , but Halas nor the carnival nor the time waits for them…

But victims of vanity forget that even God created mankind in glory of his omnipresence, if there were no one to worship God, if God did not have worshipers who would have worshiped him? They are not Gods, they are incomplete silly persons, and they will end up alone , bitter and die illusionists , for humans need each other to live a full life, no one can be disconnected without being forgotten or run over …then no remorse nor wishes can fix what is broken..

As for the ego victims, they are self murderous, they feed and boost their ego to the point of bursting the ego bubble they live in and risk evaporating and being killed by too much of a good thing! It is healthy to boost our ego every now and then as a maintenance policy, but it is never healthy to let the ego untamed and uncensored for it will become a vicious ferocious monster that will eat us inside out and leave us bones only; ego is that me center, for we all know humans are altruistic and social, we live in groups and we have an instinctive tendency to communicate and co exist with each other. But when the “Me hub” is the only place we dwell in, when most of our time is spent there, it becomes our own lost land where we get lost inside the “me” that it becomes harder and harder for us to visit the “other” places where we meet our loved ones,;

when our sense of self is wild it risks its own death by the wolves of bewilderedness …

Love , live and enjoy your gifts , the finer things in life but always beware of the wolves of vanity and ego for they destroy any light and any satisfaction you feel , beware of where you place your foot , and always be cautious so that you will not cross over to the other side, it is all matter of dosage , don’t over dose of your self- image and beauty , know that you are beautiful and that you are worthy of life and all it has to offer but now that you are not the only person on earth and that the beauty that surrounds you is there for everyone to take pleasure in, and know that for every action there are consequences and that you hurt people around you while the damage is done from the core of your being! So step off your throne for you can never be king unless you stretch your hands for others, unless you acknowledge their needs as tending at them as well, only love of others can lift you to heights you never dream possible!

Remember this: self awareness is the best accessory you can add to your existence; delights are ephemeral, and authority a parade; but knowing yourself and the worlds that inhabit you is a permanent bliss, limitless in space and indefinite in period.

Lina Hanna Hanna.