What a pity leaves they are!! they
are falling from their tree now.
What a nice falling down it is!
Swinging …..swinging
it is slightly shifting in between the space of life and death, as if it is a last dance before their death. it is just like a bird's dance during his slaughtering .

O leaves , where will be your last tombs? where will be your last land ? surely, you have no answer yet , let alone, it is none of your business to know your destinies .because , your fates are led by stormy wind.

O my leaves , return back to the ground , they are unavoidable endings for you .

Over the past years , you were so nice. wearing your green color. reflecting the sun shine of morning , and moon light at night. you were so beautiful dears.
But today everything has been changed .lovers abandon sitting places under your shadows .birds abandon standing up on you. you are unwelcomed today.

When the soft wind passed through you in past, you were singing many songs and danced different dances . declared your enjoyment.
Today, when the wind passes through your place, we hear nothing, but bemoans.
Where are those laughs , where are your active dances, where are your colorful dresses. Where have they all gone? We see nothing but draft, thirst , and pale colors .
O my leaves .return back and rest. Never be regret dears, be glad instead .It is the circle of life . there is no advantage from long age." If night would come, there would be an end to this day , but that is no hope since another day like this one will follow. Your souls will be rest in peace forever.
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What a pity leaves they are!! they
are falling from their tree now.
What a nice falling down it is!
Swinging …..swinging .......it is slightly shifting in between the space of life and death, as if it is a las t dance before their death. it is just like a bird's dance during his slaughtering .

O leaves , where will be your last tombs? where will be your last land ? surely, you have no answer yet , let alone, it is none of your business to know your destinies .because , your fates are led by stormy wind.

O my leaves , return back to the ground , they are unavoidable endings for you .

Over the past years , you were so nice. wearing your green color. reflecting the sun shine of morning , and moon light at night. you were so beautiful dears.
But today everything has been changed .lovers abandon sitting places under your shadows .birds abandon standing up on you. you are unwelcomed today.

When the soft wind passed through you in past, you were singing many songs and danced different dances . declared your enjoyment.
Today, when the wind passes through your place, we hear nothing, but bemoans.
Where are those laughs , where are your active dances, where are your colorful dresses. Where have they all gone? We see nothing but draft, thirst , and pale colors .
O my leaves .return back and rest. Never be regret dears, be glad instead .It is the circle of life . there is no advantage from long age." If night would come, there would be an end to this day , but that is no hope since another day like this one will follow. Your souls will be rest in peace forever.

I see this nice poem in the Galina’s blog "If" by Rudyard Kipling, then it inspires me , because I feel strongly every single line . I think the poem is written for mankind in general , not only for the poet’s son .
Some exemplary poems like this one , should be read not for its nice rhyme or rhythm , but we would rather read them worthily for its right attitude and significant content.
I search for the poet’s life. I have known that he was an English poet, received the 1907 Nobel Prize for Literature.
I translate this poem into Arabic .I admit , I am not perfect but I do my best . many thanks .

if you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son

اذا تمكنت من أن تبقي رأسك شامخا ,في لحظة الذين حولك
يخسرون مالديهم ويضعون لومهم عليك
إذا كنت تستطيع ان تثق بنفسك
حينما جميع الرجال الذين حولك تتزعزع ثقتهم فيك
وتسمح لشكوكهم ايضا فيك.
إذا كنت تستطيع الانتظار، ولا يتعبك الانتظار
أويحيطك الكذب، ولكن لاتكذب
أو أن تكون مكروها ولا تفسح المجال للكره ان يتغلغل لاعماقك
،و لاتتظاهر بانك صالح, او حكيم زمانك
إذا استطعت ان تحلم – ولاتصبح اسير احلامك؛
إذا استطعت ان تفكر – ولا تجعل افكارك
منتهى اهدافك
إذا كنت تستطيع ان تعتز بنصرك ولا تنهار بهزيمتك
فكلاهما محض افتراء :
إذا صدقت فتتحملت تبعات صدقك
واتقيت شراك الاوغاد المحبوكة ضدك
أو تتفكر في الأشياء التي حطمت حياتك
لتنهض مجددا وتعلو بنائك ببقايا معولك
إذا جعلت كومة مكاسبك رهان للعبة حظك
ورجعت خالي الوفاض ومات كل عندك
فاذا استطعت خلق الحياة من رحم الموت بعزيمتك
ولم تنبس ببنت شفة عن خسارتك
إذا تمكنت من مسك زمام امرك
وعلى النبض اجبار قلبك
وادخرت مصدر قوتك, لتبني ماتهدم من بنائك
في حين, هنالك في داخلك, كل شي هالك ,الا ارادتك
التي تصيح هلم الي انا لك
إذا تمكنت من ان تخاطب الحشود وتحتفظ بتواضعك
وتمشي مع الملوك وتديم وصلك
إذا لم يستطع عدوك أو صديقك المحب ان يضرك
إذا كان لكل الناس أهمية عندك
ولكن بلا افراط:
إذا استطعت الغفران في كل وقتك
فكانك حزت الأرض وكل ماعليها لك
و- ما هو أعظم – انك
سوف أن تكون رجلا ياولدي

When I were throwing my dreams on leaves of trees. Autumn wakes up from its lethargy to collect and wrap them, with the fallen leaves of the tree , then , blow them to the so far land. you were there with me as a close dream .

your love has Taught me to be saddened ,it has been a long time and I was in dire need for you to cry on your arms as a little child . I wish you to collect my broken parts , and revive its life anew . As In adversity the man requires one woman rather than an army of men .therefore, I need you at those moments .

your love has taught me to believe soothsayers and their magic spell , to go out doors to search for your face among women’s faces . your love has taught me to search for you in rain , Sparrow’s warble or to sweep pavements of roads by my eyes , and I follow your face in every where ... and still searching for you to collect my fragments again for rehabilitating me as a man .

Today is a discussion of Ali's research "elegiac poems. The committee consist of three teachers ; one is a man and the other two are women. " they sit in a large hole. Stillness and calm dominate above this place. the student stands before them patiently. the questions come heavily by the committee, and the student's answers follow easily .the student sees the delight of satisfaction in committee's eyes .

short moments later , they ask him why you chose this topic " elegiac poems" ? .
" my wife passed away many years ago, so I made this research as a kind of gratefulness and ……and …" he replied . and the answer was endless . nothing stops the student but he saw the tears in women's eyes began dropping . while another teacher was busy with himself , adjusting his glasses .
"please stop" the two women cried." Your truthful and sincerity moved us to tear. thank you , you may leave now"
Before he leaves the hole , he takes a glance to the women's eyes, they are still dropping their tears .
you might have realized by now that how sensitive they are.

There is a big monument which is established on an island at the entrance of new York Harbor proudly ,by 1886.Amrica had received it as a gift from France. It took ten years to be completed . it is a symbol of liberty .
Many countries followed this model of statues .as example ,We also have our own statue of liberty in Iraq , which is established in the center of Baghdad . It is created by a great engraver and painter jewad Saleem .It stands as impressive reminder of freedom .

I think there is a such statue of liberty in each country .but, is there a real freedom in those countries ? of course the lifeless statues of liberty and freedom have not given freedom as well as fixed slogans and moving photos .

Mogahid , Once , his father had told him “O boy don’t be like those bad guys “ and he indicated by his figure to a grope of drunken thieves they sat smoking under the shadow of freedom statue. His father added “their resting places would be jails for sure “ and the boy kept his father’s will in his mind . he never drank , or committed Taboo or even smoked .
as the years passed by, the son was caused and imprisoned . in his prison’s isolation he had remembered his father’s will. He began to account prisoners in the jail .the honest prisoners were more than thieves and dishonest prisoners.
he was astonished when he saw that most prisoners were honest.
He wondered , why the innocent prisoners always were victims of unjust , whereas many thieves and murderers were free and joyful beneath the fixed slogans and statues of freedom ? why the corrupt always seize the power and control people’s fate.
Yes , there were a lot of wicked criminals with him in the jail, but there were so many guiltless as well .

Is father’s reign had differed and the time changed . Are the norms became up side dawn in his place , or was it the costume of life?

A poem :What is life ? not for publishing
It’s a chronic lasting pain ,from the beginning to the end
Since you were imprisoned nine months in mother’s womb
To relies for bigger prison of life , if you were known what would happen you wouldn’t emerge
the chains would around you ,when you grow up they grow up with you as your shadow
They are chains of laws , tradition conventions ,
Then you would be governed and led
by unjust powerful to shed
in the last breath
When you die ,you coffined by chain coffin then
you would imprison timelessly in small whole
live on shallow and waiting for shadow
life and death are the same chains

This post reminds me of my youth , when I was a solder .i spent nine years in army . I had spent most of these years in battles , I injured two times. It was a horrible time. I saw the died’ solders’ corps throw into graves unconfined you can feel the cruel nature of war and death , as soon as you saw how solders’ corps were treated with no respect. Wars showed unimportant of their food (solders) they dealt with them as the lost objects .

It was March 15th 2012 when our instructor asked me to give my impression concerning the novel “The Return of the Native “. When I finished ,I noticed most of my colleagues moved to tear. I melted away in the sight of their eyes’ tears. I felt gladly the effect of my oral speech on them, and their great admiration overflowed from their eyes . That was so warming feeling to my heart. Then I turned back to my seat.

O Anele , The tape of memories starts to run . It backs to my early months in My EC , Remembered your encouragement. It was the first step which gradually led me to study English language carefully . one day; you asked me “How do you improve your writing quickly ?”And I answered you:
“When I was a young boy . I dressed nice suit and comb my hair and added perfume all that because I would meet my girlfriend .today I arrange my words refine my sentences and beautify my writing all that to meet you through my posts”.

Your encouragement builds my ability to write . today , i see my fruit in my colleagues’ tears .
I want to tell you, I always extremely believe your sayings. I believed your encouragements to me, I did my best just to meet your expectation of me. when you told me that “you would reap your efforts “And you would be good at English.

you have kept inspiring your friends moving forward day after day and year after another.
I acknowledge a heavy debt of deep gratitude to you Anele.

My friend Ali has told this tale ;
Tak ..tek ..tak ..tek ……the sound of clock came from a distance . It was a good rhythm for my aunt’s song …Lool ….lool lovely son lool ..lool …..She was singing for her baby At mid night a famous traditional song . The baby became so calm as soon as he listened to mother’s song , and slept peacefully in her warm lap. I was older than her baby . Although I was often resisting sleeping to enjoy her singing , but many times , I slept before her baby .

We have grown up together . Both , he and I joined Army and involved in the war One day he has been killed and I injured .I wish if I were killed instead of him .
This incident has happened from a long time .

My aunt always asks me to take her to his grave . she sits rigged before his grave . .She bemoans her son by her same old song . …lool lool lovely son lool lool… Her lamenting voice is better than all kinds of music of the worlds .Her voice is so truthful just like her tears . Then I melt away in sight of her tears. I try tirelessly to prevent her from lamenting him , but she indicates me by her finger to be quiet and calm  whispering me “keep the son sleep peacefully “ and I obey her , but I am no longer asleep when she sing as I did before . although I wish to sleep peacefully beside her son.

DOES the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
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أنبقى في وجهه الريح ؟,صعودا إلى قمة التل ؟
نعم، وحتى النهاية.
وهل رحلة العذاب تبدأ من خط البداية؟
من انبثاق نور الولادة وحتى حلول الظلام. ياصديقي ؟

ألا يوجد سقفا ,نلوذ به عندما تحل ساعات الظلام البطيىة .
ربما لم يجد الظلام مكانا يختبئ فيه من وجهي
سوف لن تفوت ذلك المكان

وهل ألقى عابري السبيل في تلك ألليله؟
الراحلون الذين خلوا من قبلي؟
ا يتوجب حينها أن اطرق الباب,ا و أطلق حسرة استدعاء؟
سوف لن يتركوني عند الباب
فهل أجد راحة بعد العذاب؟
وجزاءا لما لقيت من الصعاب؟
وهل اجد هنالك سريرا؟او أسرة للذين يبحثون عن ملاذ؟
نعم هناك أسرة تسع كل القادمين.

Mothers and fathers force their children to do dirty works , cheat or even steal just for money and nothing but money.
What a sham is !!!
Workers… but kids . this problem was wide speared, particularly, in poor countries .
You can see blameless children have Radiant with the beautiful glamour of innocent in their tired eyes. And Serenity beams from their looks in their tattered clothes, Sadness prevailed among their shouting.
They shout aloud advertising their services ,they so cute to such extent they can't pronounce the names of their goods properly .
And they lisp good's name sweaty , with unrest pronounce for their early ages , their strange dialects as their calls invoke their suffering and their fates .
They are social victims of corruption. And the lame starts with their parents up to governments. when you see them , you see exulted spirit , happiness in their eyes ,jamb gladly, shout joyfully although they are in an utter catastrophe but they give you doubts evasive answer to such extent that you might not successfully identify with their agony. you could not have distinguished their plights , probably because they laughed at each other loudly, or for their innocence which reflects their purity .
They have the same interests as rich children have .they abandon their duties as soon as they see children play football just for watching them .Or when they see children go to school, gaze at them ,wish if they can go to school like others.

human is ruthless regarding with children . so they are victimized by their society and destiny.

Ali is occupied by uncontrollable feeling of sadness. He gets in his car and sets out outside his city, drives as speed as he can .listening to touchable music . just to release his enduring agony.
Although he spends half an hour, but still has the same sad feeling.
He sees a mosque in edge of a city, then he enters the mosque and begins to pray.
He sleeps peacefully on soft sands of the mosque and covered with its clear sky just like other visitors.
Actually, it has been an unforgettable spiritual moments , whereas the only sounds that one may hear are the voices of suppliants and the moans of prayers. He listens to melodies sounds but he has never heard such sounds. Their melodious voices fill souls with reverence and ascend to heaven and echo turns those voices into tears and sighs.
Ali's pulses leaped as his mind was dazed and wandering in a mist of his guilty memories ,he compressed his soul into a single agony .Suddenly, he burst into tears, his lips mumbled and his face lit up by a glow of inspiration and a glorious reverence. He felt fully unaware, when spontaneous feeling came upon him at once.
( O, God , don't cultivate me with your punishment), he said many times . he was overcome by weeping and began to repeat this sentence until he fell down and was unconscious
Ali let his imagination ran away with him to touch and smell the heaven .
Honestly, Ali felt that something spiritual touched his soul and lightened his heart , that sense easily moves his impression to gaiety and pleasure.
he stay in the mosque Beyond the farthest edge of this night.
he wished he could stop the time.

Then ,Ali came back home satisfied and wrote down those moments in his dairies . He hoped that it might remind him how to release his agony next time. to remind him that when merciless gates of earth were closed by strong obstacles , and there were no way before him ,then , there was a gate for entering , the gate of haven .it was wide open enough to except all sinful and guilty tortured people.

I mentioned EC to my college's instructors during a meeting, I told them that EC is a useful and a wonderful site .I told them too, with an exulting pride ,that I learnt a lot and published many blogs there. They asked me about the link of the site ,so I gave it to them and left.
Later ,I came back to the instructors' office to ask about something, and I found the same staff of instructors there. One of them asked me : Oh Tawfeeq ! we found your page in EC ,but we didn't find any blogs in it !! Many laughs were raised ,I heard them ..Their eyes beheld my face ,looking at me doubtfully .I felt as if I am a liar.
Oh my teachers ...I I had.....then, I deleted......
The words were broken in my mouth, moreover my language became helpless when I needed it.
That moment I felt that I'm no longer a talkative one .Then ,I hardly smiled and left sadly.
I justify their laughs ,because they don't know that I deleted all my blogs .
Then I tried to create any blog in EC to compensate my deleted blogs, and to prove that I can publish something useful to read I lingered few leisurely hours in front of my laptop to write a topic ,but I didn't find anyone ,as I decided to change my topics to grammar and linguistics topics because they are more useful. I don't find myself in grammar and linguistics ,I have the ability merely to express myself and convey my inner feeling honestly.
Today ,I have tried many times to write something at a very least to thank my instructors and to tell them ,believe me instructors ,I was able to write once ,but today I can see that I lost my ability for unknown reason .But it's a good opportunity today to thank you for visiting my page.

I would like to express my deep appreciation to my instructors who have spared no efforts in teaching us. I have benefited and learned originality and the good presence in the class from Mr. Talib.
From Mr. Shubbar, I have learned a lot about English poetry, how to read it, taste it and feel it. He has taught us how to expand my mind to keep old and new English words and expressions. Mr. Shubber has enriched my mind in a great deal of vocabularies.
With her easy and nice way of presentation, Mrs. Ikhlas has taught me how to manage the difficult lessons.
I have learned that some novels are based on real factual stories and they are, deeply, rooted in society. Most of the time, heroes are no more than copies of real characters. Sine I have read the unique personalities of Elisabeth and Darcy in Jane Austen's "pride and prejudice", I have wondered, whether so perfect persons have a chance to get married.
Seeing Mr. and Mrs. Reishan walking together, I have come to be certain that the reply to my wonder is positive.
I thank all my tutors who have contributed in teaching me.
For I am so proud of you and deeply indebted to you my lovely tutors and my wonderful college .
And thank you My EC.