tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84260430352734302502023-11-15T08:15:48.316-08:00Afnan and AyaDebate and culture, libyan or other!Afnan and Ayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04582502072348042476noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426043035273430250.post-36421209032298780632007-09-13T03:32:00.000-07:002007-09-13T03:34:52.796-07:00Getting ready for university!Hey everyone I am getting ready to go to University next week! I am soo nervous. First year Medicine! Does anyone else do Medicine and can you give me tips or guidance? Much appreciated!Afnan and Ayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04582502072348042476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426043035273430250.post-80101843843971115292007-09-11T14:45:00.000-07:002007-09-11T15:02:13.742-07:00Hey again!Hi everyone, I hope you are enjoying the blog so far! Ramadan Mubarak to you all! I want to know does anyone have any special traditions for Ramadan or any dishes that they eat only in Ramadan?<br /><br />It is a special time for us all.Afnan and Ayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04582502072348042476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426043035273430250.post-21020781461803706172007-09-10T14:07:00.000-07:002007-09-10T14:10:08.062-07:00Poem for today!Arabian nights<br />What do I dream of? I dream of an oasis as silver<br />and bright as the reflections of a thousand and one damascenes<br />on a sun's burning desert ray that moves, hazes, blinds<br />then silently fades away. I can see sunsets that of them<br />one could write a thousand and one amorets.<br />I can see the people in their coloured cloth,<br />can taste their bitter tea, but t'is not unfamiliar<br />For the desert they dwell is the desert in me.<br />So their sinister music has become my voice and their silks<br />and threads have become my flesh. And beside their blazing<br />fires, resting, searching the sky for rain or stars or a sign,<br />has yielded in me an impure fire. For the twigs of desire<br />lit mine.<br />My pen now runs on the tears that have been drained from this body and<br />this life. Tears that should have extinguished that fire but in reality<br />whet its appetite for<br />Me. A fire I both hate and love at the bitter crux of this bitter<br />fight.<br />Oh! The axe and the sledgehammer! Chop down this wood! Feed this fire! Let it not be barred!<br />Or else, shall I water it, drown it, kill it and leave myself choked with the ashes and charred?<br />This paper that I write on is dry like the sand the bare souls of these feet will never touch.<br />This lamp, in front of me, burns with the innocent heat of fires in desert midnights these<br />semitic palms will never clutch.<br />A wild reminiscence of those im-a-ginary lights.<br />These are my Arabian nights.<br /><br /> Note:<br />The structure of the poem at the start is significant as it is the traditional structure of Arabian poetry.<br />The syllables of "imaginary" are lengthened just as the notes are lengthened in Arabic music.<br /><br /><br />Tell me what you think of my quasi-Arabian poetry!<br /><br />Give me your reaction pleaseAfnan and Ayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04582502072348042476noreply@blogger.com4