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NahimaHall's Homepage http://www.zorpia.com/NahimaHall Sat, 05 Jul 2008 01:35 EDT Sat, 05 Jul 2008 01:35 EDT Zorpia.com "Dear Mr. President" http://www.zorpia.com/NahimaHall/journal/1674474 Lyric of  the song. Dear Mr. President, Come take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly. What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why? Dear Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? How can you say No child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind. They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell. What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine. How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye? Let me tell you 'bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you 'bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you 'bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh How do you sleep at night? How do you walk with your head held high? Dear Mr. President, You'd never take a walk with me. Would you? Music http://www.zorpia.com/NahimaHall/journal/1674474 Sat, 28 Apr 2007 22:51 EDT I Love You Friends. http://www.zorpia.com/NahimaHall/journal/1642935 To all my zorpia friends: In this messege I want to thank each and every one of you for  all the comments and private messeges, that have been written to me. I also want to thank you for your love and friendship. Answering your comments and messeges...(that has been accumulated during my absence in zorpia) one by one would take me a long time, Thats why I'm answering this way... I love you guys, and I'm very happy to be your friend. You guys; are the best gift life gave me. With love... Nahima  <img hspace="0" src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/9242/2qo95868jr6.gif" align="baseline" border="0" /> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/NahimaHall/journal/1642935 Thu, 08 Feb 2007 04:45 EDT The Art of Letting Go http://www.zorpia.com/NahimaHall/journal/1576608 It's over. He's gone. Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end? There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled. In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting: it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was. At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why. And we must forget not because we have to but because we have to. In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds you of him. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine, there are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other. I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with "...and they live happily ever after." Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we had to live up. It's over. He's gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere. Somehow. Someday... <img hspace="0" src="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4950/untitledweryoi5.png" align="baseline" border="0" />     Personal http://www.zorpia.com/NahimaHall/journal/1576608 Wed, 16 Aug 2006 05:54 EDT