I am in the suitable mood to write about things that I like. I have talked about friends and their types and characteristics from my point of view in the previous letter. In this letter I shall describe another type of friends that means a lot to me, Pen pals!
It is the last day of September in the 2013 year. Computing technology is at the peak. Unstoppable revolution is changing the previous concepts about Globalization. Telecommunications through the net is turning from a first world matter to worldwide property. I mean you may find an uneducated native from the forgotten tribes of Amazonia chatting via Facebook with a huntsman from the jungles of Africa! What a nice scene would it be hhh.
Since I created an account on Facebook and other social networks like Interpals, I made a wide list of “friends” or let’s call them Pen pals. Some of them were from other countries, and they were my favorite ones because they would enable me to discover their cultures and mentalities which are strange to me. Yet my countrymen’s reputation on the social networks was not so good and respected, simply because being an Algerian man chatting on net means that you are looking for love, travelling abroad , marrying and getting green cards hhh. This could be true to some extent, consequently, I was not so successful with females, concerning men… for the God’s sake who wants to talk to a man hhh!
In the same context, I met a special pen pal about six months ago. She was a Russian …(to be continued … )
Since my childhood, I grew up in a very intimate village. We were a small clan inside another big one. There were no racist behaviors that would bother my tiny clan’s families. This climate helped me to shape a beautiful web of friends. Most of them were playmates, classmates and neighbors. My childhood was full of games and playing. I remember that I had adventurous games in the neighboring valley. Like every boy who grows up in the countryside, I lived among animals and cattle of goats, sheep, cows and donkeys. I had been chased by fierce dogs more than one time hhh but I could escape safely. My most fears were because of dogs … now as a grow up man, dogs for me are so normal just like a cat or sheep!
My friends are so important for me, Although, I feel that I am that type of men who can endure loneliness for long times, or even prefer it sometimes! Each period of time offers us new friends. In Each stage, we get new friends and loose old ones. We lose the ones that were our mutual during the middle school, to be with others of high school, then we lose the latters when we move to university. So it is a long chain of changes that may affect us negatively or positively. Because it is the period when we are far away from our families, and the time that we have to depend much more on ourselves, Still the friends that we get during the four or five years of university the best ones. During my college, I knew good people that I still in contact with some of them, and others became among the best friends I have. The term friend is ambiguous somehow. I think it needs some clarification. As I have mentioned, during different stages of our life we meet many people whom we spent nice moments with. But are all those persons could be called “friends”!? a real friend is the one whom we can be with for all life, not only for a “short time”. A real friend is the one who
would listen to your complaints carefully then support with you at least with advice. A real friend is the one who would not forget you even if you are separated or away from each other. Who would phone or message you to assure that you are ok. The relation between friends is based on care, sharing happiness as well as sadness. Friends would exert no effort to help and support each other mentally or financially. Hatred, envy, or tight counts have no places among real friends. Friends are more like brothers. Confidence is so strong between them. When you have trouble be sure that a real friend would back you like your brother will do! And when you have a joy be sure that you would see happiness in the eyes of your friend as you would feel it in yours. I believe that this is the right definition of friendship. The rest of people can be classified as colleagues, classmates, playmates, neighbors, relatives …. Etc. The close ones can be added by the adjective “ special …”.
I wrote this poem one year ago. May be it does'nt sound even as poem. But it will be interesting to know you opinion about.
“My grandfather was a cherry tree”
by Angela Nanetti
The story tells of a child, Tonino, who speaks of his life in previous years. He tells about having 4 grandparents, two in the city and two in the countryside. Those who live in the city are named Louis and Antoinette and look like all people of the city ;they have a dog named Floppy to which are very affectionate, perhaps more than his nephew.Tthose who live in the country called Octavian and Teolinda have a goose, Alfonsina and don’t look like to anyone.The Grandpa Octavian is fun, a bit 'crazy, but inclusive and devotes all his time to his nephew Tonino and transmits a great love for nature through the care of the cherry. "Heard a bird, go up without fear, Felice is your friend ... "said the grandfather, when he taught him to climb. It happened that one day, however, the grandmother fell ill and died of heart illness.
secretary can seduce her boss to gain a promotion or a raise in salary instead of working hard. In addition to a lot of trick and hell plans that Satan himself would disable to plot such. To justify myself, I am neither an anti-feminist nor a disappointed man with a complex. I still can think critically without harming any part. but the truth is clearer than to be hidden. I am not pretending that all women are bad, I am just clarifying the degree of evil a woman can be on!
It is 01:54 pm. The weather is so rainy in this dark night. It is surly the beginning of the Fall. As usual, I wanted to sleep my night above the roof, and I went upstairs and laid in my bed. dark clouds covered the sky. It started thundering and lighting.
Прослушать или скачать ♪ Evanescence Шум дождя и пианино бесплатно на Простоплеер Nature was so angry, but we the farmers were so happy because of this rain. Thundering and lighting were shaping terrific scenes for the angry nature. I did not sleep, I knew that my night won’t as the previous nights. Those phenomenon can show the infinite ability of Almighty and his endless powers. When the first drops of rain touched my face I recognized that it is time to hold myself and my bed and go downstairs to sleep in the room! Now, I am typing those words and thinking if the last night would be my last one on the roof for this year, or I shall sleep again, if the heat would oblige me to do so. All right, It is raining now, the voice of rain is better than any music! So I am not listening to any music orputting any headphones as I used to do when I am typing! It is a wonderful feeling when you are safe inside your house from the rage of nature! Hhh, I know that it is too late and am so tired….mmmmmm so, I will wish myself sweet dreams, bye.
It is Friday, a blessed day for the Muslims. The Friday prayers are the most common Islamic ritual in this day. Also, it is the official weekend in most Islamic countries. In Algeria, both Saturday and Friday are official weekend! The government thought that the Algerians are hard workers hh so it added Saturday as a holiday too!!
I was seating in the living room watching the Friday prayers via an entertaining Saudi channel. Two hours is the difference in time between the two countries. Imam of the Mecca Mosque was performing the Friday address to the crowds of Muslims. The Imam was talking about the ethics of neighborhood! It is ok to tackle this issue in a humble Mosque like the one in my isolated village, or even the ones in the Algerian capital! But a great mosque like the one in Mecca, I believe that the topics the Imam must discuss must be larger and mustconcern modern and contemporary issues. I mean, Palestine is under the Israeli colonization since 1948. Egypt is facing a dangerous crisis and a looming civil war. Syria is about to be rained by NATO missiles and most developed arms. Meanwhile all this, Mr. Imam is talking about neighborhood, as if the Muslims there are not concerned with what’s happening around them in those brother nations!!! Of course a lot of mosques around the world would discuss such type of topics like the one was discussed in Mecca! No problem, because those mosques are not the heart of the Islamic world. They are not the place where millions of pilgrims from around the world head yearly. In Mecca, people who are doing the prayers or “Omra” or “Pilgrimage” are a mixture of simple and common persons, but among them there are many people who are running cartels and controlling the world trade. There are also, people who leading armies, people who are directing huge media webs and groups. Among the Harem Mosque there are politicians from all Islamic countries who can make, change or stop the political decisions…etc.I see, addresses in the Mecca mosque must tackle more sophisticated issues that concerns the Islamic word as whole, as one block, as one nation against any harmful dangerous assaults. I believe that Mecca is the source of the decision that all Muslims would certainly agree upon
one day.