By: Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

أنا طرمبي المذهب..
إن سألني شيعي عن مذهبي، لعنت له يزيد و سميته بن ستين كلب..
إن سألني سني عن مذهبي، مجدت له معاوية و سميت نفسي أبو عمر..
إن سألني مسيحي عن مذهبي، صحت فيه “كرايست إز ذا سافير”..
إن سألني يهودي عن مذهبي، بينت له نجمة داود على معصمي..

أنا طرمبي المذهب..
أحبك في الله و بالله و لله..
أحبك لجمالك و لمالك و لمكانتك..
أحبك لعلمك و لفهمك و لتفكيرك..
أحبك لحبك لي و لنفسك و لهم..

أنا طرمبي المذهب..
سلامي.. السلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته..
سلامي.. واتس أب برااه..
سلامي.. شالووم..
سلامي.. هالوو.،

أنا طرمبي المذهب..
أصف في صفوف المصلين..
أصوم مع الصائمين..
أزكي مع المزكين..
أرقص مع الراقصين..

أنا طرمبي المذهب و أنت لك خيارك..

حكيم من قال: “الحقران يقطع المصران” 

Location: Brussels, Belgium 

The City of Brussels, 
A panoramic view of the city.

A Mess, 
I don’t know what happened in here, but there was people looking through garbage and old stuff.   (more…)

The Pigeon
On my way to school I saw a cute little pigeon walking on the street. I felt like if she was going to get hit by a truck. Few seconds later a truck turned around and hit that poor pigeon.

#6
They were dividing us into groups. I felt like I was going to be called in group 6. The instructor pull a sheet of paper and indeed I am in group 6!

Facebook
I was thinking of a guy in my class that I rarely spoke to, only to find him pop-ing up on the chat asking me about today’s carving!!

The Phone
I had my phone sitting on the table in-front of me. I felt like I need to pick it up, and as soon as my hand touched the phone I received a message.

Note: All that happened in one day.

Ono:
You know..
When someone knows..
And you know they know..
But they don’t know that you know they know..

Douse:
You know..
When your dad tells you something..
And you stop hearing him because you think you know..
But you find out later you don’t know..

Tries:
You know..
When you don’t know..
But your pretend like you know..
Then you forget that you don’t know..
And you think you know..

Qatoes:
You know..
When you know everything..
You know nothing..

Cinqos:
You Know..
I know..

Location: Brussels, Belgium

Strangers: 
I had no clue where I was. I knew I was in Brussels and that was it. I stood in front the city map for more than an hour, and I couldn’t locate where I was nor where my destination was! I walked down hill, up hill, west and east. I spent more than four hours on my feet with my backpack on. I asked couple people, but no one spoke english!

I finally found an underground station. I went down and asked the first guy I saw. He was bald, wearing a red shirt with a blue tie, he looked at the address and murmured some french words. I asked him if he could repeat that in english. He asked me to follow him to get a bigger map. He opened the big map and studied it for a bit. For some reason I felt something wrong is going on. The situation started getting a bit sketchy when he asked me to follow him to a nearby place, he said it was eight blocks! All my instincts were telling me to ditch him and suffer on my own. But I was too desperate to find my host’s apartment.

On the way to the place, he started a conversation about Bush. Apparently he though I was from the US. He asked me to kick Bush’s ass when I go back! At that moment I started freaking out. I didn’t know what to do. Should I scream help or follow that guy to the end. Few minutes later, he pointed at a bus and told me to hub in. He went and talked to the bus driver in French. I was like this couldn’t be real. The guy gave me few suggestions about what to do and wished me a pleasant stay in Brussels. I guess good people are still alive!

Location: Amsterdam, Netherlands

Nuns Housing,
Just outside the old city, there was a big wooden door.  Behind that door there was this beautiful garden.  

The Thinnest House In Amsterdam,
They used to tax houses depending on their width.

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