<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:56:08.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NaSiHa NaSoO NaSsI NaS NaSh AwL bOuT mE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-4739263497932593837</id><published>2008-11-17T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:20:10.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is such an amazing speech.</title><content type='html'>"I HAVE A DREAM" (1963)&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.&lt;br /&gt;Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.&lt;br /&gt;But 100 years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.&lt;br /&gt;In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men - yes, black men as well as white men - would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."&lt;br /&gt;But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice. We have also come to his hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.&lt;br /&gt;It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.&lt;br /&gt;But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.&lt;br /&gt;I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.&lt;br /&gt;Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today my friends - so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream today.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification - one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream today.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.&lt;br /&gt;This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.&lt;br /&gt;This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"&lt;br /&gt;And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.&lt;br /&gt;But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi - from every mountainside.&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring - when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics - will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-4739263497932593837?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/4739263497932593837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=4739263497932593837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/4739263497932593837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/4739263497932593837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-such-amazing-speech.html' title='this is such an amazing speech.'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-3625284909884682497</id><published>2008-06-25T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:22:16.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS ......an elusive commodity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it warm, fresh, Crispy-Creme Doughnuts . . . that are free have no fat, no calories, and you can eat as many as you want without throwing up!&lt;br /&gt;Is it generally something that single people think married people have; married people think single people have; working people think retired people have; retired people think working people have; employees think bosses have; bosses think employees have; poor people think rich people have; sick people think healthy people have, young people think old people have, old people think young people have, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, we humans are in the pursuit of happiness, but have we ever stopped to consider the definition of the pursuit of happiness, so what is the pursuit of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider for example, I want to pick up this book, I don’t need to pursue it, it’s not moving, so I simply reach out and pick it up but on the other hand if someone stole my bag I would chase after it, pursue it actively, pursuit then means actively working to reach a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I define happiness as contentment with ones daily life, hence the pursuit of happiness is ‘actively working to achieve daily contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes assume they would get happiness, if they found the perfect guy, or got the perfect job, or married the best, or got the best marks…people expect that, but we fail to understand that by waiting for life’s big events we often miss out on the small yet meaningful events in life, when was the last time you woke up early to watch the sunrise? Or drove to a garden an admired the beautiful flowers. So the trick to achieving happiness here is to appreciate the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the modern society we live in, we are so tangled in our own day-to-day activities, that we completely lose ourselves in our business, school, and social lives. That we don’t stop and take time of, yes we are busy…but it wouldn’t hurt to go for a movie, pick up a book at the bookshop, or buy a bunch of flowers for you! Do what you enjoy, make time for me-time…put a smile on your face, because remember it takes 50 muscles to frown but just 13 to smile… so show those pearly whites and start smiling here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a cliché that’s about seeing the glass as half-full or half-empty, unlike other clichés this one is true…its what you choose to do. How often do we find ourselves saying “ I am so stressed with all this school work” be grateful you have the opportunity to go to school or “ my parents are driving me crazy, I jus can’t take it anymore” be glad that you have parents and you are not orphaned, and left to live life on your own. Happiness is seeing the glass half-full all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying in the English language that says, when you complain about your shoes look at the man who has no feet, by thinking about other people, we are put in perspective to who we are and how fortunate we really are, so by doing things for other people and involving yourself in caring for the old, or looking after a disabled person…makes one realize how lucky we actually are. We are put in check about other people’s worry and our little problems in life often become less significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the continuous development of technology, and the evolving wonderful world that surrounds us, science and psychologists have even created gymnasiums specially designed to train a person to be happy… happy people have been proved to be more resilient therefore making them live longer, they enjoy life more, they get sick less often, and good things happen to them. But not all of us are born happy but we all can learn to be positive, optimism is a taught quality, and anyone can do it, no matter who you are, or where you come from… it’s all about opening your heart to the endless possibilities, it is the start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we be guaranteed happiness, no this is not a car or a phone, and life has no guarantees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happiness cannot come from without. It must come from within. It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us, which makes us happy; it is that which we think and feel and do, first for the other fellow and then for ourselves. Wise words from Helen Keller.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-3625284909884682497?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/3625284909884682497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=3625284909884682497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/3625284909884682497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/3625284909884682497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2008/06/happiness-elusive-commodity.html' title='HAPPINESS ......an elusive commodity'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-3350170453093991692</id><published>2007-08-13T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:13:19.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you ever faced with sorrow don't let it get you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't ever stop believing that happiness will come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what is a day not followed by a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the days of sunshine will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the seasons will pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;let storms blow with their might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ur flame may flicker but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't turn owt that light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thru the darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thru wrong and right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we need to keep moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;however hard it may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;exhale your fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BE STRONG&lt;br /&gt;LET THE SUNSHINE SHINE THRU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-3350170453093991692?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/3350170453093991692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=3350170453093991692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/3350170453093991692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/3350170453093991692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-you-ever-faced-with-sorrow-dont-let.html' title=''/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-6835094687086575545</id><published>2007-04-05T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:11:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is unfair</title><content type='html'>in life at times you expect life to go well...you want it to work bt it jus doesnt but i dont get it is a test in some wierd way mayb but i know for sure im tyrd of ppl taking advantage of my feelingS jus nt rite nemre me nd to make myself strng 1nce more...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-6835094687086575545?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/6835094687086575545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=6835094687086575545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/6835094687086575545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/6835094687086575545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-unfair.html' title='life is unfair'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-4087671786777785678</id><published>2007-04-05T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:08:11.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What is a life goal?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start with what is a goal? My definition of a goal is when you want to do something and do whatever you can to make that important thing happen and when you try till you succeed, when you are determined to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;So then what is a life goal?&lt;br /&gt;My definition of a life goal is when you want or expect certain things to happen and fall into place in your life and when you work towards making those goals happen in stages in your life basically a recipe for what the mixture of the batter must be to make the perfect cake but in this case the batter is the little sometimes big goals you need or want to make the beautiful cake that is life.&lt;br /&gt;What are my life goals? Before I go and state what all I want in my life I must tell you what I think life is life is about trust, compassion, and happiness. Avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. It’s not about what you do it’s about what you mean. It’s about seeing people for who they are and not for what they have.&lt;br /&gt;That is my idea of what life should be.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from finishing matric with 7A’s, getting into the best university, working hard and becoming and making my dream happen and that is to become a doctor…get a good job drive a nice car, wear the best clothes…be perfect, settle down marry a lovely husband, have a good marriage, have children who become the apple of my eye, be a good mother, be a good role-model. Yeah those are life goals that I want for me but much more than that I want a life that I am happy, a life that I touch someone in some way that can never be achieved otherwise. I want to replace that inner hate with love. Lives in which I know who my friends are and who my enemies are. A life where I know who I am. A life where I know individually as a person I am amazing, standing on my own two feet accomplishing new things everyday. I want to live my life remarkably.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to spend 60 seconds in my life upset and down because that is a minute I’ll never get back, I don’t want to be afraid that my life will end I want to be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fail in life because I don’t see it a incapacity…but instead in order for me to be a winner then its not succeed that I need to master is failure…you may be thinking what is wrong with me I am wanting to fail I admit it sounds bizarre but truly speaking I have nothing to lose only but one thing and that is my fear of losing. I want to set boundaries for myself, I want people to know what is acceptable to me and what is not, I want to know what my own limits and principals are and I want others to know as well. I want to set personal boundaries for myself so that I don’t have to be a sitting duck for all sort of problems and heartaches. To sum all that up I want to know where my place in the sun is. I want the world to become my playground where I set my rules for my game of life.These are the choices I choose to be my life goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-4087671786777785678?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/4087671786777785678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=4087671786777785678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/4087671786777785678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/4087671786777785678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-goals.html' title='my goals'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-9110858996235831452</id><published>2007-03-10T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:13:04.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love makez the world go round :  a poem works wen it with the rite person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cUrFGietEZY/RfKz_hG5M9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0bgRp92zL8o/s1600-h/1603327960%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040288836781421522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cUrFGietEZY/RfKz_hG5M9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0bgRp92zL8o/s320/1603327960%5B1%5D.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I awake every morning, with a sad and sorrowful heart.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much longer, we’re going to be apart.&lt;br /&gt;Every 24hrs I spend without you is another empty day.&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is pack up and run away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cUrFGietEZY/RfK0HBG5M-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BZ7zIgKdS10/s1600-h/3082109446%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040288965630440418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" height="109" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cUrFGietEZY/RfK0HBG5M-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BZ7zIgKdS10/s320/3082109446%5B1%5D.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I long to be at your side once more, to hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;To hold your beautiful hands again and kiss you on your palms.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stare into your eyes to see the truth inside.&lt;br /&gt;To know deep within me, you love nobody else beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing with your gorgeous hair, running it through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I think of you, the pang in my heart lingers. . .&lt;br /&gt;I will never be happy without you, never rest content.&lt;br /&gt;Those three words I said to you, with every part of my being were meant.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts beat together, it could never be any other way.&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is to be with you for one more day.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you every night, tears roll down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to stop wondering . . . will it be months or weeks?&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I ever think about, you control my every thought.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder at the beauty of it that we have never ever fought.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the first I’ve ever loved, and you’ll be the last.&lt;br /&gt;Let us look toward the future, to forget our aching past.&lt;br /&gt;I think of how you taught me to love, taught me how to share.&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand and stared into my eyes, instantly my soul was bare.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do without you; you’re like the blood in my veins.&lt;br /&gt;I need you as the Sahara Desert, desperately needs the rains.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have to hurt me, I’ll never recover the blow.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one for me, there’s nobody else I know.&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel whole again, like a jigsaw put together.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a cow . . . made into finest leather!&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to hold you once more, to tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart. Not even death can tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-9110858996235831452?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/9110858996235831452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=9110858996235831452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/9110858996235831452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/9110858996235831452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-makez-world-go-round-poem.html' title='love makez the world go round :  a poem works wen it with the rite person'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cUrFGietEZY/RfKz_hG5M9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0bgRp92zL8o/s72-c/1603327960%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-4880143241911195329</id><published>2007-03-10T05:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T05:53:14.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Individually, you&lt;br /&gt;are amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Standing on your own two feet, accomplishing new things every day,&lt;br /&gt;moving one day closer to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;graduation, waking up&lt;br /&gt;every&lt;br /&gt;morning saying, "Ah, *&amp;amp;^$, I can do it again."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;not a matter of wanting to do it, it's a matter of doing it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;matters of the heart, education, or partying till all hours of the&lt;br /&gt;night...Life&lt;br /&gt;moves pretty fast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If you dont stop and look around once in&lt;br /&gt;awhile, you could miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Evaluate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Recognize the great people who you allow to surround you--and&lt;br /&gt;recognize those that you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;shouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;kind, but be picky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Live every day as the&lt;br /&gt;best&lt;br /&gt;person you can be to yourself, your family, and your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You only get one&lt;br /&gt;shot to make it remarkable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-4880143241911195329?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/4880143241911195329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=4880143241911195329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/4880143241911195329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/4880143241911195329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-thort.html' title='just a thort'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-2619247206272764920</id><published>2007-02-05T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:21:18.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAt Is LiFe??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cUrFGietEZY/RcdLUfdTGVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/duIjIIfKAVc/s1600-h/sunsets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028070324396300626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cUrFGietEZY/RcdLUfdTGVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/duIjIIfKAVc/s320/sunsets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life isn't just about keeping score. Its not about how many people call you and its not about who&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you've dated, are dating or havent dated at all. It isnt about who you've kissed, what sport to play, or which girl or guy likes you. Its not about your shoes ar your hair or the colour of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes or colleges that accept you or not. Life isnt about if you have alot of friends or if you are alone and its not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isnt about that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is about who you love and who you hurt. Its about how u feel about yourself. Its about trust, happiness and compassion. Its about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. Its about what u say and what you mean. Its about seeing people for whom they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone elses in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"These choices are what Life is about"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-2619247206272764920?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/2619247206272764920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=2619247206272764920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/2619247206272764920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/2619247206272764920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-is-life.html' title='WhAt Is LiFe??'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cUrFGietEZY/RcdLUfdTGVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/duIjIIfKAVc/s72-c/sunsets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-411677390372611531</id><published>2007-02-05T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:32:05.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>umbumbulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;heyy i haven't written in here in so long I've been lost bt I'm back agen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so yesterday i went with Islamic relief to umbumbulu it past isipingo and umlazi...it was such a awsum day had so much fun but was quite sad as well... so these people have like nothing and are so poor bt yet can still smile nd rejoice wer as we that have everything cant be happy go lucky why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;they walk like miles to get water coz they hav no water and rely on the rain for water and a little river or wat looks 2 m like a swamp...the water is muddy nd dirty filled with tadpoles and this the water they drink bath nd use to cook...i wonder sometime south Africa gets so much of revenue cant they at least give water that is clean to these people don't they care....??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-411677390372611531?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/411677390372611531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=411677390372611531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/411677390372611531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/411677390372611531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2007/02/umbumbulu.html' title='umbumbulu'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-9077035322999340145</id><published>2006-12-19T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:42:43.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister&amp;my angel zahra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dear sister...shes 29 years old, her name zakiya and yea theres a 14 year age gap between us... which makes us be in 2 different eras completly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iv  neva been able to tell her everything bt yet weve been dead close even though im stil a baby to her but lastnite i felt a connection ive neva felt before eva...was laying next t ha nd she was holding my hand nd i was sad and she knew it...u c she goin away t her dad for eid nd i dont want her to go bt she has to and for sum reason the tears just fell from my eyes and she held my hand nd hugged me tyt nd told me to go with her mayb i will....nd then she was like ey u gne big u going t grade 10 nd i looked at her i was like 11 zakiya and she realised ive grown up and i vow to tell her wateva happens to me for truli i knw she myn and the best sister ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shes always there standing up for me, taking me everywhere, running around finding perfect clothes for me, by my side wen my mums shoutn us.... ges shes married been ther dne that nd won the t-shirt for everything in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she has a lil daughter my niece her name zahra nd she four years old and what an angel...i would neva hav thort havn sum1 runnin around playn nd messing my room would be so much fun...but hey thers dwn falls to the slaps nd scratches but no1 would eva thing that a lil angel can make a difference to my life....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at sum stage in my wierd adolescent years i was prepared t give upeverything including my education for a silly phase i was goin thru and my niece woke me up and made me realise was sitting with her on the bed and she looks at me with those choclate brown eyes and asks nakala ( thats wat she calls me ) wat u wanna b wen u becum big and i said a doctor and she said i wanna b a doctor jus like u and kissed nd hugged me and want of to play...and i realised my world my life nt jus mine it hers to my life is a lesson to her nd in sum way im a role model to her and ya thts awl bout my angel zahra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-9077035322999340145?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/9077035322999340145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=9077035322999340145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/9077035322999340145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/9077035322999340145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-sister-angel-zahra.html' title='my sister&amp;my angel zahra'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-9034805760740255896</id><published>2006-12-13T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:02:07.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS A BIRTHDAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a birthday is like a bright bouquet, as lovely as can be, with every bloom a moment shared, a precious memory, a loving word, a gentle touch, a smile that warms your day, a wish come true for all the joy, that life can bring your way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS A FRIEND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;strong&gt; faithful friend is a strong defence, and he that found him, hath found a treasure, nothing can be compared to a faithful friend, and no weight of gold and silver is able to countervail, the goodness of his fidelity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS LOVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is like magic and it will always be, for love still remains life's sweet mystery, love works in ways that are wonderous and strange, and there's nothing in life that love cannot change, love is unselfish, understanding and kind, fot it sees with its heart and not its mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-9034805760740255896?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/9034805760740255896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=9034805760740255896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/9034805760740255896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/9034805760740255896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-is.html' title='WHAT IS......'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-3549734702036940841</id><published>2006-12-13T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:59:29.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiring today's youth...making a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE ARE THE YOUTH OF TODAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;we are suppose to be tommorrows leaders but instead majority of us are glued to our screens, stuck to our phones, and basically completly disintrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sure ther is a bunch of us who care and wanna make a difference and change the world...changing the world sounds daunting isnt...but hey we gta start sumwer im sure mandela dint jus wake up one day nd decide to 'overide' the whites, he mst definitley took lil steps first...we really gta change our attitudes if we wana live in a better world. So if url gt ny ideas hw i can start making a difference lemme knw please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;well thats wat i thnk url free t disagree  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-3549734702036940841?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/3549734702036940841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=3549734702036940841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/3549734702036940841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/3549734702036940841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2006/12/inspiring-todays-youthmaking-change.html' title='inspiring today&apos;s youth...making a change'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-2722149995413503062</id><published>2006-12-11T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:49:18.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRIEF A POEM BY ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bombs dropping down like rain from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Standing all alone in a terrible world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes filled with tears of&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;engulfed her heart.&lt;br /&gt;So big but yet so small all&lt;br /&gt;because she had no where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her perfect life, perfect world&lt;br /&gt;gone&lt;br /&gt;in seconds.Her joy turned to immense pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-2722149995413503062?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/2722149995413503062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=2722149995413503062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/2722149995413503062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/2722149995413503062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2006/12/grief-poem-by-me.html' title='GRIEF A POEM BY ME'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765706653587398017.post-229871650630441013</id><published>2006-12-11T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:32:21.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS the real cost of this disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we are all wearing our red straps around our wrists and sporting AIDS ribbons and are feeling jolly good about donating a can of bake beans to the office collection box. Now we can sit in our ivory towers and not think about HIV/AIDS for another year.atleast those of us who are not HIV positive or looking after the children of relatives who have died of the disease or those who are taking care of those dying of the illness.&lt;br /&gt;AIDS is spreading and as results of this millions of South Africans are dying and the number of orphans is increasing rapidly therefore there is a vital need for more people to look after these children.&lt;br /&gt;There are two stories to the economic debate around HIV/AIDS the first is the initial shock of the cost impact of HIV/AIDS and the other is the fact that certain people refuse to face reality and continue to hope that the problems will go away. Many people cannot face reality and they are terrified therefore instead of facing it the sweep the problem under the carpet praying it will vanish but it won’t it is a reality that AIDS is ravaging our country. South Africa has the largest number of people infected with the HIV virus that causes AIDS. This disease affects a whopping six million of our population and that number is still increasing.&lt;br /&gt;Many of these 6 million cases will develop into full-blown AIDS and many of these people are parents who will leave children behind to either take care of themselves or each other.&lt;br /&gt;Rural areas are facing huge problems when it comes to the disease because they still do not know how to care for those with the illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disease who does it affect?&lt;br /&gt;It affects every one of us someway or the other because the social impact of the disease affects all South Africans.&lt;br /&gt;The victims of this disease suffer in silence due too mixture of ignorance, denial and fear.&lt;br /&gt;One would have thought that South Africa would have had the whole antiretroviral treatment in order but only 80 000 HIV patients are receiving treatment even though we are one of the worst countries affected by this pandemic.&lt;br /&gt;People today, attach a stigma to AIDS and mostly put it down to sexual promiscuity. Many people do not disclose they are HIV positive because they don’t want to be victimised.&lt;br /&gt;People have a perception that people with AIDS have something wrong with them and if you touch them u will contract the disease but we need to change that mindset and teach people that AIDS can only be transmitted through blood and sexual contact.&lt;br /&gt;To solve AIDS in South Africa the people need to take a stand and fight this disease, and even if there is no cure the apt prevention is better than cure is correct in this case because if we are informed about the pandemic precautions will be taken and the talk of AIDS will not be regarded as a taboo issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765706653587398017-229871650630441013?l=nasiha16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/feeds/229871650630441013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765706653587398017&amp;postID=229871650630441013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/229871650630441013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765706653587398017/posts/default/229871650630441013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasiha16.blogspot.com/2006/12/aids-real-cost-of-this-disease.html' title='AIDS the real cost of this disease'/><author><name>NASIHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08047720430282471338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
