Matches

Matches, originally uploaded by lomaro66.

This photo is one of my favorites, I guess it's the lighting or the colors, I don't know just like it..

Alrababah

Alrababah, originally uploaded by lomaro66.

One of my favorite pictures, I took it by the way :P
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Fireworks from the sun

The classical watch of that old man stopped, the hands of it were broken and burnt with no mercy. The last paper on the calendar told the story of the 27th of Dec. The pages of books little children used to take to school were torn into a million pieces. Hatred laughed with a voice like a funeral.

Rain fell down carrying the unfortunate news of war starting. Sadness covered everything with silence and haze. The drop of tear lost it’s purity to be a black drop of damage. Nothing left but the clean bodies of innocent people. Everyone was running with no place to go. Hearts beating so loud, families disappeared. Mothers sat under the ruins with their hands on their children. Memories of yesterday started to play like a sad play on the ashes of the theatre. Boxes of jewelry melted, everyone thought it’s the end, but it will never be.

Fireworks from the sun fell on the heads of people and mosques. A sunless, moonless sky made the clock walk faster to start a night in the middle of the day. That night stayed for many mornings. Seeds died in the cradle, pain screamed asking for help. Cold, lonely and injured, it’s how fathers ran after their sons. Stones turned into sands blown in the air. Smiles faded like the sun behind the clouds in a rainy day. Hurricanes of fire twisted the empty rooms of motels all around.

Eyes of stone watched all the catastrophes, and the icy hearts of criminals loved the scene of armless, foodless, homeless people dying. Aggressive and sick, it’s war. Children didn’t get the chance to cry.
A step on the moon is a huge step forward, and a war is a huge step backward. Nature honors the peace found in people but felons taught nature how to be aggressive.

Honoring peace now is how we give rest to the people dying because of the living cruelty.

In the memory of all the martyrs of Gaza.

Seraphim

Forgiveness can't reconstruct the broken vase. Humans covered their eyes with anger. Greed made people hungry. The enemy of himself, its how a human is described. People were killed for money. Lands covered with buildings. Air full of poisons. Water filled with dead fish. Wars on every continent. Conflicts covering the sun light.

Seraphim were murdered with the nasty hands of darkness. Goodness is not the winner against evil. Evil is winning the fight; swords of light are melted in conspiracies. The fountain of serenity is dry. Where is the hope? Where is the light?

We are reading the last chapter of a book called the man kind. The ink of the writer was stolen and the pen was broken. We need people who write with their fingers on the stones. We need the white-hearted people to fight against the demons.

It's not a lie that doomsday has come nearer. We corrupted the system that was created with this universe. We are too weak to harm anything else but ourselves. But the death of a martyr is way different than the death of a betrayer.

The crown of ice

A prison with no way out, Chances come by and leave. I had no choice and I had to say no. I trusted the wrong side of me. Why life shows you all the goods when you have no money at all? If you had money it shows you what you can’t buy. When you have money you’ll find out the market is gone.

It’s hard to believe that a bad event happens for a good reason. I’m crying now with tears of regret, I have said no for many things. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to say yes. I don’t know if it could have been good if I said yes from the start.

Loneliness makes me an insomniac passing through the four seasons. My friends come at once to break the nights of no sleep. I feel happy for a second and then I remember the nights I will spend alone again. Good things come together so that you can feel the regret of leaving some of them. I wish I was a tree with one autumn in my life; I want my whole life to be a spring.

I can wear one and only crown on my head, I spend my whole life with nothing to cover my head. With one second I have more than a hundred crowns waiting for me to choose. I wish I could have them all, but one crown is made of gold and the others are made of ice. In the mirror I see what I love to see in the reality, I see myself wearing all the crowns.

A drop to believe

I am the burning flames of the raging suns.

I am the bitterness in the climbing snows.

I am the listener to the breathing rhythm.

I am the anger of the twisting hurricanes.

Stopping has no meaning, waiting summons goodbye.

Sleeping has no priority, bleeding is nothing to fight.

Crying is in the past, standing is the present.

Floating over the whitened ray of light.

Screaming with no notes to pour.

I am the rhymed wave you wont explore.

I am the cutting edge of the shiny blade.

I am the future and anything else is mine.

I am the welling in the buried seed.

I am the first stubborn, greenish part.

Shining like a purple diamond under the lights of the north.

I am the believer in no one but me.

I am the listener to what the wind has to say.

I am the fortune teller who says you are who I am.

Nothing can be real before you be the believer.

What is real will come out from behind.

The curtains of nights will not cover.

Be the listener and you must discover.

Olive tree swing

Vines, Jasmines and the old trees of apricot spoke the story of that land. Nothing can heal that wound, nothing can clear the regretted hope in the eyes of the mother,she walked out of her home with the hopes held high. they told her it's only a matter of a week or two, and she left the water in the buckets waiting for her to come back and wipe the floor again…

They took very good care of the key of their house. they used to freak out when it's lost. They would go and search for it before they know their child took it, he loved to show it to his new friends in the new place they were in.

Rust ate the key so fast like mold on a wet piece of bread. Water in the buckets flew over the newly invaded heaven. green grass turned into cheap gold. That dream of sleeping next to the ground you was born on slept away. You might lose the key of your house and you'll be angry, think of losing your house when you have the key, how would you feel? What kind of peace you would think of?

I'm not a complete person; nothing can complete me but a step of freedom on its sand. Many told me about it, they told me about the palm like sea and they told me about the birds they wouldn't see except for once. The air over there is hypnotically controlling. you would smell the sea in the air before you reach it. In some places the ground lost its beauty for the sky, lie back and let your eyes see the hazy sky full of stars and moons.

Powerless, careless and voiceless, it's how I'd feel when I see its walls and alleys. Once my grandmother told me that the whole Earth won't make her happy like the swing she had on the old olive tree did, I shivered when she told me that, and tears were about to fall out when she showed me the pictures they took. A person with no memories is a bee with no honey and a person with nothing to fight for is a very weak one.

I always pray and I always ask from God to turn me into a tool that breaks the fence around there, people get sick easily when there are not in their home land because your home land will feed your soul.

You can give up on something, but you can't give up on anything. We'll fight with our tongues, we'll fight with our words, we'll fight with our brushes, we'll fight with our minds, we'll fight for our children who haven't smelled the perfumed soil and we'll eventually fight with our swords.

It's written over everywhere victory is our future, future might be tomorrow, it might be the next week and it might be the next century to come. Winning is not what we are fighting for, we are fighting to win soon and not latter, because we might not witness that victorious later.

Time can go back once and twice. Rust will die like a shark out of the ocean. my life is a rainy winter day on the shore, grey won't escape if I didn't sleep on the Olive tree swing. Sorrow won't die if I didn't climb the same cherry tree my dad climbed. All kinds of fruit will have a new taste. colors will be fulfilled, and my horizon will be colored like a peach once the sunrise is soon…

Dedicated to my Lovely Grandmother.

A cup of ice tea

Winds can bring us clouds full of rain, and winds can cause a hurricane. Too much light can blind me, and no light can make my sight useless. I see the guy of yesterday through the window of the future. History is a cycle, and when I lose I know I'll win later.

Thankfulness is what every being should feel, and misery is something you create. When a disaster hits me, grief will try to pass into my heart, I may let in some of it, but then I'd call the thankfulness I should have. They ask "what is the reason for being thankful", and I say it's the faith I have that my disaster is simpler than many other ones.

I can't stop somewhere and say I'm where I've always wanted to be, life is moving like the waves of the sea. I'll never stop running after my goals, because my goals are moving with a parallel speed with me, the second reason is that I see many others who have accomplished their goals before me.

I have a belief that has made many things easier for me, It's that every event in my life happens to simplify my path, and to strengthen me. It doesn't matter how big or small that event is, because I believe - and you should too - that all events are tied up together like the stones of a necklace.

If you thought your luck isn't helping you, then think of it as a glass, half of it would be filled up with poison, and the other half would be filled up with medicine. Once you drink all the poison all that's left is the medicine. Don't you think that your problem is the biggest on Earth, and if it is then you should consider your situation if it came doubled.

Humans think they can control their life through their work and effort, but it's all about what you believe in, this whole universe is a huge sum of diverse illusions, I won't succeed if I didn't believe I'm able to. If I want to walk in harmony with the universe, I'll think the same way it does, and so I'll use my imagination to create my own illusions.

If I believed that a cup of ice tea can burn my hands then it will! And when you think notice that you're not an observer and your thinking will affect the way everything goes.

I can reach the summit of the mount of impossibilities when I believe I can, people other than me are observers, because their thinking won't affect anything at all. So make sure you act like you're senseless when it comes to negative powers.

Be happy in every time, I'm not talking about the smile you can locate on your face, it's about the smiling soul that will always draw the good things to itself.

A Million farms of roses

Nine months of mixed emotions, a million farms of roses won't be enough for every single month, the happiness of his first word is not measurable, when he says his first letters, his first words her ears will be listening with passion, what she loves the most are his cute, little, warm fingers, and the thing she does is turning his weakness into strength, she teaches him how to turn his crying voice into a voice that's heard, she hugs him to tell him she's here all the time and she shouts at him when he does a wrong thing but it's not alright for anybody else to shout at him.

She sacrifices with the highest amount of health so that he can live in the perfect way. She loses all the hours of sleep so that he can be comfortable, if they didn't know it's the mother who does all of these things, they would have called her a crazy person.

Her smell is the real Aroma therapy, her voice is the real symphony and her touch is the healing one, when he starts to walk she'll be happy enough to send gifts to all the people in the universe, she really sees the sky in blue for the first time when he's with her, she knew the colors of life before but now they have another definition.

She understands him without listening to his voice, they talk without the need to speak, she gets everything he needs through his small eyes, tied up like a bird to its nest, when he closes his eyes she takes a rest but still sad that he's not with her, love in its most noble meaning is symbolized in her.

He may not understand her all the time, but he will if he became a mother, if they fought she'll be waiting for him to think of going back to her and saying I'm sorry, but she will not wait till he come.

One day in the year is disgraceful, unless we made it the whole year, it's the hardest goodbye anyone has ever said, her strong weak heart will not be able to wait, so why? Why?! No matter what happens she'll have the inner side of her burning for you, she'll be dying even if you didn't feel it, or even if she didn't let it out.

It's something that will never be denied, you are related to her, your first home was her body, and if it wasn't it's her soul, if you've never met her you're lucky because you don't know what you're missing, and if you have then lost her then your sorrow can be sensed by anyone, Keep in your memory that the more you'd like to meet her the more the chances will increase, no matter if she's alive or not, and always remember souls never die…

Lost in my own room

Lost in my own room, thinking with a million ideas in my head, I'm trying so hard to clear the blur of my vision, a hundred voices speaking, I'm trying to listen, not sure if I'll be fine when I listen, can't life be a little bit easier, I'm searching for the one inside of me.

I'm trying to let my kite reach the twilight in the far horizon, I discovered that the things you see far away from you aren't always what they really are, a beautiful, colorful, rainbow butterfly can be a black dot in the sky, walking in the roads of my mind, I see the chances getting closer and moving away after a glimpse, the months of the year pass by like a ride to my old house, the four seasons of the year can leave a big effect on my tired mind.

Eyes looking at me shouting with my name, what's really funny is that I can't recognize it, it's because I don't know who I'm now, I used to write down what people said about a design I made so that I can see what things to modify and I used to put what I wrote in the pocket of my trouser, now I put my hand in my pocket to find nothing but the cracks of the cookies my grandmother used to bake, Oh how much I wish I will find a paper with some notes in my pocket, oh how much I'd love to have some instructions.

After a while I remember the messages in the middle of the night telling me to hold on when I'm crashed, I remember the ones I love the most, I really don't know what could I have done without them, everyone has a soul mate, and my soul mate made everything easier for me.

Walking, running and trying to find the path on the ground, winds blowing next to my ears, whispering to me the story of the ray of the sun, it has spent a long time and it has lost a lot of power just to reach our earth, only to shine our day and to light our sky with blue, I keep walking…

Finally I found the path, and the light can't walk through me any more, I know myself now or at least I hope I will soon, sometimes you may go of the path, you may be lost in the middle of the most familiar places to you, it's not about the place or the time, it's about the parallel place inside of your head, it's about the Ideas related to this place, and it's about the empowering memories you have.

Life is hard because you thought it's easy, you should open your real eyes to see that path, we have two eyes to see the right way with one and the wrong way with the other, it's not enough to see the right side of something, you have to see the wrong side so that you can avoid meeting it.

You may wake up someday wondering how did you get yourself to such state, consequences can be clear after you finish what you've done, I'm totally lost In a place I know, life is hard when you live with all the harsh memories, life is hard when you imprison all the good memories in the prison of forgetting, feel your strength when you're wounded, feel your happiness in the middle of a disaster, it might not be their at all but you can fell all the sadness at once so that you can't find any in the next time.

No need for a compass, your compass is your hunch, it might be wrong sometimes, but usually it'll be right, and you'll be laughing in the end, don't listen to any of the voices but the voice you're comfortable with, don't be a naked person in the pole and don't let the voices of people freeze your heart.

Written under the spell of notes..

Notes, reflections of creativity, light for the lost ones, a pain killer for the broken-hearted. A window to see the outside, telling a story that's read differently by different people. Inspirational, free and universal. No need for a language for you to understand. all you need is your ears, imagination and taste.

She’s like drugs, she gets you high but with no down, unique like the birth of new colors out of red, blue and yellow. Just like architecture but with no buildings, shouting, crying and talking with words that charm you to forget about everything but she's hard for you to forget.

Diverse with many colors like aurora, MUSIC it's the word with nothing to describe. She may make you cry or jump for joy. she may turn up your spirit and she will let you see images which are really strange but familiar. She may get you to smell something you like or hate. You may see your dreams, your history, and your spirit naked. You may feel like it's summer in the middle of the winter, you may remember the nights you spent with no sleep, the chances you left behind, the choices you made in your life.

Time becomes powerless once you fall under the spell of her, a second can be an hour and everything is possible, give up and surrender for the magic and you'll see everything that your eyes couldn't see. It’s another world with no laws, the only condition is happiness, no gravity, no wind and no cloudy skies any more.. it's your own world to draw.

She steals your voice and brings it up with her own, move with her, feel her concurring your veins like poison. She’ll kill you to live a better life, possessed with her, doing anything she asks for, like the symbols of a code, she'll decode the side you haven't read of yourself, replying the messages you haven't sent, you'll shiver once you listen to the first whisper from her.

Floating on a wave in the sea of irresponsibility. No one in the whole world can tell you how to feel, or what to see. She may get you to sleep like a child with his lovely caring mother, and she may wake you up like the first crack on the walls of the night. speaking with the non-materialized side of you, she's like the eclipse because she reveals the truth around your heart.

Dancing is her son, she gave birth to him right after she was born, and the blessed fingers of her creators were the first to discover the magical effect of her. The keys of the piano were the most blessed objects on earth, as will as the strings of the guitar, violin and all the family.

You'll never get bored of her, no matter how many times you've listened to her, you'll always discover something you didn't taste before. she makes you realize the perfection built right inside of her, and nothing can take her away unless she ordered you.

If you lose her you'll go running, looking for her, like a hysterical being you'll be searching. If you didn't find her your soul will turn into an old wrinkled tree in the middle of an old farm in no where.

Once you find her after along time of searching, you'll meet her like your lost child. you'll hug her, and you'll have no control over your nerves.

One sense of unity unifies her with herself. Inner peace will grow up in your center, and your vision will be colored with an infinite number of colors. If you didn't know how to control her, she may push you over the edge of insanity. You’ll fall into pieces like shattered glass. the only way to get back together is melting it and shaping it again like clay in the hands of an old potter.

When all the sentences are locked up with no way out, the words will have the ability to describe her, she is no person, no thing, no nothing. she's not the notes on the papers of a symphony, she's not found in any place but the place you want her to be in. she's a sense of art, a star in the middle of the black sky may describe her..

Dedicated to the amazing Boston Children's Chorus.

A journey to the truth

Through the dark colors of the night a light just like the moon shined to blind me, I never thought I’d see sharper when I’m blind, my eyes are really doubting what they see, darkness turned into white, silence shouted with a voice calling the deep center of my soul, breathing hardly I looked back with a face of amaze, I saw an old man standing along the path of my sight, slowly getting closer, details started to appear, I was stunned and even drowned by the deep ocean in his eyes, I felt I’m drinking a drop of a faith fountain, his white hair was racing the endless end and his clothes made an impression I’ll never forget.

He started to speak, I didn’t know what language he was speaking but I understood everything, my ears were not who heard what he was saying, I was listening with my spirit and his words were written on the walls of my heart with an inerasable ink, he was telling his believes, I listened carefully, he said don’t do that and he told me why it’s forbidden he carried me the letters of a book with an infinite number of mysteries and he sit the values of perfection.

His speech contained all the miracles anyone can think of, age couldn’t leave any wrinkles on his font, he drawn the outlines of immortality for himself, and he had the power to bring peace to everyone’s mind.

He told me god is a singular controlling power, he also convinced me by saying that if there was more than one there would be a contradiction and in the end one of two orders will be done over the other which means the one with undone order is not a god.

He whispered to me the past and some of the future, he washed my doubt away like the thirst of a person who is drinking a glass of pure water, he erased my fear of the unknown and he linked me directly with the creator of the universe.

My consciousness was filled with priceless ideas, I felt it was a jar of diamonds and gold, he made me a very passionate, peaceful person, he told me not to kill a soul and not to cut a tree, he said people’s freedom is born with them, and he ordered me to meditate five times everyday, he spoke out all the wisdom, nothing was left to say.I was listening all the time I didn’t open my mouth at all, it was locked with an invisible lock, I was captured with all of his sentences, I didn’t forget any of them, but I couldn’t remember all of them at the same second because of the greatness of everyone of them, I broke the lock of my mouth and asked him three words: “Who are you?” and he answered with one: “Islam”…

May Tomorrow Be The Day - Written By Morad Elzagal (Gaza Song)

May tomorrow be the day (song)

Gaza hold on, the light is coming soon, just hold on

Good night, let the dark go away
Good night, don’t let tomorrow be the same
Life is so hard for the forgotten ones
Life is so hard with violence and guns
People dying, children crying, no one to hear
But it’s so clear

Chorus:
May tomorrow be the day
May tomorrow bring a brighter life
Hope is our blood
Hope is our ship out of this pain

There is hunger and loneliness
There is pain and darkness
But there is no time for despair
No there’s no time for despair
Our hearts with you because we do care
Our hearts with you, yes we do care

Chorus:
May tomorrow be the day
May tomorrow bring a brighter life
Hope is our blood
Hope is our ship out of this pain
Gaza hold on, the light is coming soon, Gaza hold on, the light is coming soon

Night is the darkest before dawn
Sun will shine again to move away
Every cloud in our stolen sky and every grey in our broken lives
Don’t let darkness take control
Just hold on, just hold on

Chorus[X2]
May tomorrow be the day
May tomorrow bring a brighter life
Hope is our blood
Hope is our ship out of this pain
May tomorrow be the day
May tomorrow bring a brighter life
Hope is our blood
Hope is our ship out of this pain

Written By Morad Elzagal

Bring equality to the scale of universe

This is another poster that I’ve designed by my self, me and My friend had the idea and I designed the poster, hope you like it, you can see a scale in the poster it’s actually the “scale of universe” as I called it, in the hands of the scale you can see four objects which are:

An apple (which symbolizes Food)

A pencil (which symbolizes Education)

A first aid box (which symbolizes medicine)

A coin (which symbolizes money)

And so I say bring equality to the scale of universe by sharing All of these objects through charity work all over the world.

Software used: Adobe Illustrator CS3

Earth is sick!! (poster)

This is another poster that I’ve designed by my self from the scratch, I had the idea and I designed the poster, hope you like it, it’s obvious that it’s talking about “Global warming” I’ve drown this poster in some kind of a funny dramatic way so that everyone likes it…

Software used: Adobe Illustrator CS3

Earth is sick!!

Drugs are your own prison

This is a poster that I’ve designed by my self from the scratch, I had the idea, I took the picture and I designed the poster, hope you like it, anyway it shows a person who’s standing in some kind of a prison, as you can see the gate is opened but he’s so desperate and he can’t notice that it’s opened.

The gate symbolizes going to rehab and solving the problem that’s imprisoning him, and so I say to drugs addicts, the solution has always been in front of your eyes, to break free from this prison you’re in you have to get to rehab…

Software used: Adobe Illustrator CS3, Adobe Photoshop CS3

The Messenger Of Peace (Mohammad) PBUH

This is another poster that I’ve designed by my self from the scratch, I had the idea and I designed it, I hope you like it, anyway you need to read Arabic to get the whole idea, if you can’t here it is:

After the cruel attacks “Islam” as a religion and “Mohammad” (pbuh) as a messenger have been receiving, I thought of someway to show the whole world the truth of Islam and our messenger, and so I thought making a poster could be nice, I had the idea while I was setting in school and I sketched the poster on my notebook, the idea was in my head but the way to produce it was not clear, I was confused over about a year with the colors and the shapes and I came up with many poster that I thought are the “finalists” but after getting people’s opinions I discover I could make something better, and so after many trials I finally got this poster as the real “finalist”.

The idea behind the poster is: you can see a green key on the right of the green door, this key is how the name “Mohammad” is written in Arabic, and it becomes like this “Mohammad is the key to the door of all these beautiful, valuable and true values which Islam contains.

Software used: Adobe Illustrator CS3

This poster is protected by the international law against illegal copy or use, and all the designs, logos, ideas are owned by their perspective owners.
If you’d like to use this poster in any kind of media work, please contact Morad Elzagal (Lomaro612@hotmail.com) and he’ll replay to you.

All rights reserved©2009,Morad Elzagal

I love my mistakes!!

Ever thought of time? Ever wanted it to stop? Or even to rewind? I see clocks walking backwards, trees back to their seeds, I see the sun setting in the east, I see the rain going up to the clouds, and I think of how I will look if it continues but every time I look to the shattered mirror on the ground I see it reuniting again, light is reflecting out of my eyes instead of going in, I see the dead soldiers coming back to life, I hear the symphonies playing the notes from the end to the start, I wonder if I’d get back the ones I lost, I wonder if I’ll be a baby again.

The yellow leaves of fall are floating to reattach to the boughs, water is coming back from the sea to the river and then to hide in the deepness of the solid rocks of brown, the tears are coming back to the eyes of people filled with sorrow, laughter is rising down, air bubbles are falling into the lungs of swimmers, collapsed buildings are standing up to face the winds again, the orange oranges are getting smaller, people in love are forgetting about each other.

Second by second, everything slows down, I see the frames of my life freezing like a film that has been paused, objects are so hard to move, I can’t move my hand, I can’t blink with my eye, I can’t think of anything but the emptiness I was filled with, no sounds, no voices heard, no noise and it’s so pure, white covering all around slowly, I fade away as the colors of a coloring book when thrown in water , thinking of nothing, seeing nothing, it’s not white any more, it’s not any color and it’s not even transparent, I hear nothing, it’s not silence it’s not humming or singing, I feel nothing, not cold not hot, not tired, not sleepy, not energetic, not hungry, not thirsty, not happy and not sad, there’s no me, I’m not anywhere.

Suddenly I remembered the time I thought I’d be pleased if time was reversible, it was the only idea in my head, I thought it would be miraculous if I was able to erase the mistakes I did in my life, but I didn’t know that I’d be no one without my mistakes!, I never knew that I’ll be filled up with ignorance if I erased the failure out of my days, nothing could have stopped me, I felt so powerful but after a blink so weak, I don’t know how to undo what I’ve undone, it was hard to think of undoing what I did, so how shall I undo the undone!!

The bitter pain living in my heart has gone away, I felt the blood concurring my veins, I feel the heat of the sun, everything colored with white again, I hear familiar music passing my ears, red and blue, green and purple, yellow and all the colors are painted again on the painting of my life, back to normal slowly, I can see my self again, I love my mistakes and I love my failure, I love seconds the way they are, I hear the ticking of ordinary clocks and so finally I’m back here!!

Nokia 5700 Tricks

This is a vedio I shot, it's about The Nokia 5700 tricks, hope you enjoy it..