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بعد 4 سنوات فراغ وضياع حطني القدر في كلية معان الجامعية اصلا هذا كان الخيار الوحيد حتى اضع حد لحالة الضياع التي كنت اعاني منها …..

تجربتي في الكلية “يا ويلييييي” تعليم مستواه سيء جدا اساتذة بيدرسوا المادة ومش عارفين شو الي بيحكوه والطلاب ممشين معهم الي فهم فهم والي ما فهم عادي شو فرقانه فعلا مأساة ومصيبتي مع الاساتذة انو لما احاول الفت نظرهم الى انو الشرح غلط وانو فيه تخبيص بيصروا على غلطهم وعلى انو هو الصح 100% …انا هسى عرفت ليش مستوى الكلية سيء والكل بيستهين فيها لانو اصلا التعليم فيها تمشية حال والناس الي مثلي رايحة عليهم …يلا كلها سنتين وبنفتك من الفوضى هاي …

Steps forward

So far not enough
There is much to learn yet
No will to stop no matter how it was tough
Athing to be certain of it
i see Still few to reach the top
Could see which one going to be
I already chose to drink from that cup
Toughness taste pushed me numb
Poor soul Gained help from none
But never had the desire to stop
Something calling thats my own motivation.

9 june /morning

Everyday the same routine
Life empty and the pages still clean
Day night all seems alike
Living the days waiting the savior
where could i find The perfect place?!
Away from reality
Stress free worries free

I see no end

Incomplete details

its not the end you think

i am not over i still

that contract consumes me

paid joy luck and whole life for immortality

love pushed me to sign

love dragged me to hell

on edge willing to surrender

so tired want the end

days alike in calendar

choked fully insane

i forgot that i whom made the deal

and i whom chose that trail

no turning back ,noway to run

no cancellation for what i have done

Rage ~ sick spirit

Here iam gathering the rage
Again im falling to face my fate
That moment of rejection
Was a painful injection
Pumped all toxic thoughts
Made the body full of hates
Just like kratos rage against the fates
Fury turned pure to sick spirits
One way to commit such acts
Never regretful to be satisfied
You created the grudge which filled me
So take your place and watch me.

Dedicated to life and sick people who made me down

Death~undenial truth

Your death beyond our expections
That one moment,nightmares became real
Faced it with mind full of questions
Could it be true,no more of you!
Life is about weirdness
No place for weakness
But that is death
When the strongest mountain crash down on earth
When the bravest mortal face the end of his birth
The one undenail truth
ready to snatch all unstoppable
That is death
The sore truth never was a fable
So that the end tears fall hopeless
Life goes on and you remain helpless.

Obliged to face your absence R.I.P

Why Shall I Love You?

So amazing

olympian world

allaboutthegreek

Deriving from personal knowledge and things learned on this site: http://www.dummies.com/how-to/content/understanding-the-origin-of-the-greek-gods.html, the Greek gods have very interesting heritage. While the focus is mainly on the Olympian gods (Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, etc.), we’ll start with the generation before Zeus. Zeus’ father, Cronos, was a titan. His mother, Rhea, was also a titan. These two had many children. Similar to Cronos’ father, Uranus, Cronos decided he did not want his kids to live. When every child was born, Cronos swallowed them whole. Finally, Rhea got tired of her kids being swallowed whole. When her final son was born, Rhea swapped her son with a sizable rock. She gave this rock to Cronos who, of course, swallowed it whole. Zeus was hidden away on the island of Crete. When Zeus was grown up, he sided with his grandmother, the titan Gaia, and attacked Cronos. Just as Cronos had done to Uranus, Zeus…

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