A wonderful word to the seasonal exchange 🙏❤
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StandardA wonderful word to the seasonal exchange 🙏❤
A wonderful word to the seasonal exchange 🙏❤

Hi my lovely friends, that’s Al birthday; his birthday was in 12, 9th but as it was on Monday, I couldn’t write an anniversary for it at this time, though, I think it is not so important; it’s his birthday month and I can write down some of my heart-telling memories about our being together on this Earth 🙂

Oh yes! his birth-star-sign is Sagittarius, and as I know some people who are born in this time, they’re somehow special, very proud and self-confident, and very intelligent.

I really don’t want to exaggerate but he was a genius in compare to other genius people I know, as a child he was a thoughtful child; it began the day after our father died in the very night and mother kept it secret and didn’t tell us! I was seven in age in that time and Al was nine.

Oh yes, she made a great mistake. She was a young woman at that time and as expected, very unskilled, therefore, anxious to do the right decision.
As I look back on this day; can just see a gloomy scene that after we’d woke up in that morning, mother told us that our father had been travelled to Europe, as he’d down sometimes, and sent us to our uncle’s house to stay a while, it was in Summertime’s holiday as my vague memories show me the scene of us; my cousins, Al and me laughingly playing in the big uncle’s swimming-pool but I’d never mention that Al knew already what happened. we were just twenty months apart but he was much older than me to catch the circumstances.

I found it all afterwards, I was really a kid, but forty days after father’s death, I’ve coincidentally read an article in the magazine about the anniversary of my father’s (at first because he was a famous writer and secondly, in Islam, they celebrate the seventh and the fortieth day of one’s death) at once, I got to mother and asked her the matter, she had scolded me and said I’d shut up all! There one can imagine how I’d felt, though, she came to me after I got to a corner to shed tears and shed tears with me.

Yes, I’d a dramatic childhood but it’s another story!
Anyway, my brother Al was a genius no doubt, interestingly, after father’s leaving, he had begun to write, and became a writer, an unknown one, unfortunately, but he was an ingrained writer.

He’d helped me a lot to grow up, as I’m still doing it and thankful to have him all in my life.




A long time ago, I shared one of his short stories in WordPress, and now I re-share it here if you’d like to have a read 😉
https://lampmagician.wordpress.com/2017/12/16/western-life-or-a-new-version-of-eves-story/
a heartbreaking truth! 💖🙏💖

TONY, WESTSIDE STORY (from a song by Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim): ‘There’s a place for us, somewhere a place for us, peace and quiet and open air, wait for us, somewhere’
A EXTRATERRESTRIAL’S ALTERNATIVE: Somewhere within someplace, perhaps a fool’s paradise island, although conceivably not, the abundance of smart-arse nincompoops of this dreary, erstwhile heavenly body have coined the hidden meaning of the once supposed sumptuous allegory into a ghoulish, yet not improbable, non-fiction of lies. I am not inclind to wish them well. Were I anything less than a contented trespasser in a land of mainly reactionary snow white earthlings I would shed tears.
REALITY IN THE FORM OF A CONTRADICTORY RHYMING FABLE:
MESTIZA
When the far Right doth play
Racist bigots hold sway
So what will dear Mestiza do then
Poor thing?
She’ll await her sick fate
At the hands of an inglorious State
And in…
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a brilliant poem to connect our pulse 💖🙏💖
I was born with Spring in my veins. Oceans and seas breathed their salt into me Giving my soul the sunshine An orchid breath tinted cerise A touch of water on my forehead Letting my spirit roam emerald trees Where winds played the violin as my song wandered, chasing the heartbeat of imagination...reaching me through clouds redolent with awakening blooms as they cradled diamond dew in their inflorescence. My sky became gold to the rain song's melody electrifying sapphire rhapsody of silken raindrops rippling pitter patter like shooting stars finding their place on earth. Blooms flame roseate In the Abalone curve of horizon, I carve eternal lines My ink becomes stardust The immortality of poetry-- A map of words Connecting our pulse.
With a happy Salut to all dear friends, it is again my lovely day and I want to use every moment of it 😉
here is a wonderful encounter of a Pharaoh (Amenemopé) with the God Osiris; a great image (translated from French) 🙏💖

Another amazing inscription by adorable friend Marie Grillot ❤ 🙏 with sincere thanks to Marc Chartier 🙏
https://egyptophile.blogspot.com/
This breastplate is one of only two that accompanied Pharaoh Amenemope for his eternity. On a heavy gold chain with a length of 46 cm, hangs a gold plate, of square shape (8.8 x 8.9 cm), which is relatively original because this type of pendant marries the most often a rectangular shape.
Jean Yoyotte explains the way the silversmith designed it: “Two gold sheets of the same size fit together dry, adjusted on a thin filling (cement?), The whole being provided with two welded grooved rams on the edge, small rods are used to fix the chain “.
The decoration of the breastplate takes up the architecture of a temple door, surmounted by a grooved cornice, on which is stretched – as in temples – a representation of the winged sun.
The lower part of the pendant consists of a frieze of thirteen repeating patterns alternately: the Djed pillar is reproduced seven times, while the Tit loop appears six times. These protective emblems are respectively associated with Osiris and Isis.

Indeed, the Djed pillar is an Osirian amulet, a symbol of stability, present in Egypt since the earliest times while the “knot of Isis (Tit) is, meanwhile, assimilated to the blood and the magic power of Isis “(Isabelle Franco).
The “table” central scene, evoking a funeral rite, is declined in a frame bordered by a ramesside frieze. If this scene is very frequent in funerary iconography, Christiane Ziegler explains, however, here, the originality: “Of all the pectorals of Tanis, this one is the only one to stage the pharaoh. The decoration, executed in pushed back on the gold leaf depicts King Amonemope offering incense and a libation to the god of the dead Osiris. An identical motif is engraved on the backplate “.
The pharaoh wearing the nemes and wearing a loincloth with a facet is standing, in the attitude of walking. He is facing Osiris who sits on his throne. The god of the underground world, wearing the imposing Atef crown, is represented in its mummiform aspect. He squeezes the whip and the flail on his chest.

Amenemopé raises his right hand and holds an incense casserole in the left. “Between the two partners, a vertical legend specifies that the first is supposed to make the censer and the libation to his father Osiris” (Jean Yoyotte)
In the worship of gods and divinities, the fumigation of incense is, with the libation of water, one of the most important rituals of the Pharaonic liturgy. The main function of fumigation was to “breathe life back into the frankincense supposed to be an emission from Osiris’ body”. This scene is often reproduced on the walls of temples or the walls of tombs, most often performed by a Sem priest or by Pharaoh himself … “. It is also important to note that it is reproduced on one of the walls of the tomb of Amenemope.
Frankincense, rare in Egypt, was mainly dedicated to the worship of divinities and to Pharaoh,; it could be olibanum, terebinth, myrrh, or styrax,… But the most sought after, the most popular, was kyphi (kỳ phi), produced by a mixture of 10 to 50 substances. It should be recalled that “The priests offered Re three kinds of incense every day, one at waking, one in the middle of the day and one at bedtime”. …

Amenemopé is a pharaoh of the XXIth dynasty whose reign, which has been exercised since Tanis, is located around 1001-992 BC. In “The treasures of the Egyptian Museum”, collective work written under the direction of Francesco Tiradritti, one can read that this “successor of Psousennès Ier was buried in the tomb of this last, in a room covered with granite, originally created to accommodate the remains of Moutnedjemet, wife and sister of Psousennès I “.
We can only be surprised that he was buried in a one-room vault when he has his own burial referenced NRT IV (NRT = Royal Necropolis of Tanis). The fact remains that his “real” abode of eternity – the one in which his mummy rested – was discovered in the spring of 1940 by Pierre Montet and his team.

In “Tanis – Twelve years of excavations in a forgotten capital of the Egyptian Delta”, the discoverer recounts this very special day: “The entrance was opened on April 16. His Majesty King Farouk arrived the day before in Sân, where he had made erect a city of tents, was present, as well as Canon Drioton, director of the Egyptian Antiquities Service and a young Egyptian Egyptologist, Professor Abou Bekr. The vault was furnished much like that of Psousennès: at the bottom a sarcophagus of granite, in the anterior half the canopic jars, the metal jars, a large sealed jar, funerary statuettes, a vast chest in gilded wood which had collapsed by the effect of time and humidity. objects had been put in a safe place the sarcophagus cover was put in their place. Much less opulent than Psousennès, the new sovereign had been content with a single stone sarcophagus and an anthropoid wooden coffin re-clad in gold, the wood was reduced to almost nothing. The gold plates were removed. It is hardly necessary to say that the mummy had suffered enormously. His ornaments less numerous than those of Psousennès nevertheless constitute a very beautiful collection: a gold mask, two necklaces, two pectorals, two scarabs, hearts of lapis and chalcedony, bracelets and rings, a large cloisonne gold falcon with spread wings, canes. ”
In this troubled period of World War II, the artefacts will be brought to safety as soon as possible. Thus, from May 3, 1940, it is in a truck protected by the army that the treasure of Amenemope will take the way to the Egyptian Museum in Tahrir Square … The breastplate will be registered in the Journal des Entrées under the reference JE 86038.
In the absence of good kisses are lyrics by Hernández or de Lorca. What more, if together we are the architecture of the children of thirteen roses. Intricacies of mosquitoes that no longer bite like that French May …
Let us recognize that today the mist no longer conceals the desire for sex and freedom. Partisans in the early morning of wet flags in Czech springs. Like wolves in a pot shop, the four fences of this bed were dismantled … a Berlin from ’89.
Inputs We never stop losing track of time … it maybe this red October, or perhaps, it is the whistle of the cold war that catches us. It was thirteen Friday, and you wanted to caress my revolutions, but you stayed at the doors … like that German recruit in Stalingrad.
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falta de besos buenas son letras, de Hernández o de Lorca. Que más da, si juntos somos la arquitectura de los hijos de trece rosas. Entresijos de los mosquitos que ya no pican como aquel mayo francés…
Reconozcamos que hoy la bruma ya no oculta las ganas de sexo y libertad. Partisanos en madrugadas de banderas mojadas en primaveras checas. Como lobos en una cacharrería se desarmaron las cuatro alambradas de esta cama… un Berlín del 89.
Insumisos. Jamás dejamos de perder la noción del tiempo… puede que sea este octubre rojo, o tal vez, sea el silbido de la guerra fría que nos atrapa. Era viernes trece, y quisiste acariciar mis revoluciones, pero te quedaste a las puertas… como aquel recluta alemán en stalingrado.
Find your fairy name 🤗❤🙏🙏❤
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
I’m hard at work getting Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam ready for publication as a book. Meanwhile, how about some whimsical hump day fun? Have you ever thought about what your name might be if you were a whimsical magical creature?
If you were following when I posted that tale of faeries as a serial in 2017, you might already have a faery name. (With research and personal taste, faery is my preferred spelling of “fairy.”)
Back then, some people picked their own whimsical names, and I created some names especially for people. Most people used a chart similar to what I’ve included below.
Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam is a wildly whimsical tale, but I wrote it for adults. It has a dark undercurrent. The characters include both the colorful Thistledown faeries, and “scary faeries” from the colorless world. I’ve included…
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Another fascinating fairytales 🤗🥰🙏
Good day Folks!
Another fabulous day for a Fairy Tale or Folk Tale.
Snow White I’m sure by now most people have read the Fairy tale or watched Disney’s version on TV or DVD.
Snow White, also known in German as Sneewittchen/Schneeweißchen, Tale 53. It originated from an Indigenous German Folk tale collected, written and published by The Grimm Brothers in 1812their first edition called Grimms’ Fairy Tales. Their revision was completed in 1854 Little Snow White.
Snow White was made into an animated feature film by Walt Disney in 1937.
Snow White is a folk tale about a beautiful Indigenous German (white skinned or Caucasian) Princess who was named “Snow White by her biological mother.
Snow White was also know as being the fairest in the land.
A Real Snow White?
Snow White may have been based on Margarete Von Waldeck according to Historian…
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Hopping on a deliberated night 🙏❤❤
The sun goes down
Into a bruised skyline ~~
Heart ache of a dying day
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« There is, on the whole, nothing on earth intended for innocent people so horrible as a school. To begin with, it is a prison. But in some respects more cruel than a prison. In a prison, for instance, you are not forced to read books written by the warders and the governor. »
« Dans l’ensemble, rien au monde n’est aussi horrible qu’une école pour des innocents. Tout d’abord, c’est une prison. Mais à certains égards plus cruel qu’une prison. Dans une prison, par exemple, on n’est pas obligé de lire des livres écrits par les gardiens et le directeur. »
Georges Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950), est un essayiste, dramaturge, scénariste et critique musical irlandais. Prix Nobel de littérature en 1925. Il est aussi un pacifiste, militant pour le droit de vote des femmes. Volontiers provocateur et anticonformiste dans ses écrits, il dénonce le puritanisme ainsi que d’autres aspects liés à la religion. Il devient également végétarien à l’âge de 25 ans et le restera jusqu’à la fin de sa vie.
“There is, on the whole, nothing on earth intended for innocent people so horrible as a school. To begin with, it is a prison. But in some respects more cruel than a…
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