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		<title>She pushed me to the wall</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2010/11/16/she-pushed-me-to-the-wall/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 22:56:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[No words can describe what I&#8217;m going to say to you, nothing can describe the feelings I have or the feelings I can&#8217;t get over, my life is full of emtional distruction and lack of love, when your own family &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No words can describe what I&#8217;m going to say to you, nothing can describe the feelings I have or the feelings I can&#8217;t get over, my life is full of emtional distruction and lack of love, when your own family mistreat you and hurt you so much you wont have a life at all, being controlled being insulted, and you can&#8217;t say a word because you&#8217;re so scared, of your own family.</p>
<p>She pushed me to the wall and told me she worries about me, also she said she worries about what people would say about her if I do what i&#8217;m not supposed to do, I wake up everyday hearing the ugliest words she treats me so badly with no care or love. She and her master, her hasband, I despise him, might be anger only but I can&#8217;t love that man, I hate my own family because I&#8217;m hurt, you might see me as stupid ungreatful person butI have the whole right to hav some peace in my life and I can&#8217;t speak or sleep or enjoy my life without being emotionally disturbed without worrying about my sanity then i have the whole right to defend myself to protect myself because I dont have a life!</p>
<p>I run to the human rights office, found out it was moved, instead there was women society office, it was closed that afternoon, who should I run for? tell me? my brother? would he listen, honestly am scared of everybody in my family now, I don&#8217;t know what to expect, when I told my mum I dont feel well, i&#8217;m depressed, she said if you&#8217;re crazy go to the psychatric hospital and sleep there let them open your brain and fix it, so harsh so cruel who should I run to, I wanted them to believe me, to feel with me, yet they hurt me, and for the first time in my life am scared this much. I can&#8217;t think well or sleep well or talk well or even write well, its not just hard to live in this society, they even murder you alive when they dont believe you when you say you&#8217;re depressed. For that, I stand by every woman and man who can&#8217;t stand living here anymore, who&#8217;s suffering so much and the people who suppose to help hurt him/her the most, run away if you could. Living in fear isnt living.</p>
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		<title>I wish..</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2010/11/07/i-wish/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 14:32:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[General]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I wish I could write again, I wish I could concentrate and put down my thoughts on a paper. I just can&#8217;t, I thought I knew how is it like to be unhappy to be treated badly I thought I &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wish I could write again, I wish I could concentrate and put down my thoughts on a paper. I just can&#8217;t, I thought I knew how is it like to be unhappy to be treated badly I thought I knew how is it like not to be able to think or to smile, I thought I was strong enough to fight for my rights to choose what I want. I&#8217;m not all of the above, that&#8217;s why I wish slide down to the ground.</p>
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		<title>Blame whooooooo?!</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2010/07/06/blame-whooooooo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 14:12:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Sex]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a gathering, in one of our break, some of the teachers and I they started talking about the dads who harassed their daughters and expressed their shock that this actually happened in Bahrain, this small island. One of them &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In a gathering, in one of our break, some of the teachers and I they started talking about the dads who harassed their daughters and expressed their shock that this actually happened in Bahrain, this small island. One of them angrily said that this man must be so cold and has no heart to do so his daughter, that’s when I said ‘’if he already has a heart’’. I told them about a little first grader who was in my class, I found a bite mark that take the shape of a mouth, when I asked her about who did that to her, she said ‘‘it was my dad because he likes me so much he kissed me on my cheek’’. As everybody else, I had doubt about this. When I told this to the teachers in the gathering today they said ‘’it happens, when parents love their kids so much they want to suck their skin and some even leave such marks’’ Well, they certainly know when to say ‘’it’s ok, that’s normal’’ and when to blame someone else so badly and without a heart!</p>
<p>Then they directly said, it’s the woman who should be blamed for that and in our case, it was the girl, the pure little thing, because she wears sexy clothes, she wears shorts and sleeveless shirts that would show her little breast line, her dad and brother normally will be seduced by that! If anybody to blame, is the female. I didn’t say a thing on that, I was the only one with different thoughts, and if I wanted to add something I would say stop blaming women for everything and anything a man does. And I’ll stop here, because you readers already know where this discussion might goes if I said that.</p>
<p>One of them even gave example to add more reality to their logical points! She told a story about a girl who hugged her uncle so tightly and she was wearing sexy shirts and pair of jeans ‘she hardly fit in’. Making it sound like it was something very disgusting.. And I said nothing on that too.</p>
<p>When two married couples break up, blame the woman…. blame the one. With your voice, with your hands, blame her. When are they going to stop? That’s the question.</p>
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		<title>Marry me</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2010/06/18/marry-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 21:30:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[General]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Marry me and let&#8217;s see how it goes I can&#8217;t promise you heaven but I promise you rose A rose can&#8217;t live forever it&#8217;s the smell that last Although you don&#8217;t know me well You have the time We will &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Marry me and let&#8217;s see how it goes<br />
I can&#8217;t promise you heaven but I promise you rose<br />
A rose can&#8217;t live forever<br />
it&#8217;s the smell that last<br />
Although you don&#8217;t know me well<br />
You have the time<br />
We will know eachother by time<br />
I don&#8217;t know if you&#8217;re the one for me<br />
But I&#8217;ll give it a try<br />
That sounds crazy but worth to try<br />
Buy me the white dress<br />
I&#8217;ll by you the suit<br />
You don&#8217;t have to worry about the rent<br />
I&#8217;ll pay the half<br />
Don&#8217;t worry about anything<br />
I&#8217;ll give you a hand<br />
I&#8217;ll share, i&#8217;ll care, i&#8217;ll love you everymorning and everynight<br />
I can&#8217;t promise you heaven but I can give you a rose<br />
It will tell you everything that my heart can&#8217;t say<br />
Words can&#8217;t describe everything<br />
&#8216;I love you&#8217; it&#8217;s just a phrase<br />
Sometimes with no feelings it&#8217;s said<br />
But more than I love you I&#8217;ll give you the world ,only if you believe I could<br />
I&#8217;d never fail you I&#8217;d never hurt u<br />
Only if you love me the way I&#8217;ll love you<br />
I can&#8217;t promise you heaven but I can promise you rose, as pink as it could be, so dark so bright catching the eyes<br />
Inside of me I&#8217;ll carry, I&#8217;ll carry your rose<br />
Feel it growing along with our love<br />
I&#8217;ll hold it with love<br />
I&#8217;ll give up the world<br />
For my two roses I&#8217;ll give up everything<br />
I can&#8217;t promise you heaven but I promise you rose,<br />
Buy me the white dress<br />
I&#8217;ll give you the world<br />
When our rose leave my body<br />
I&#8217;ll watch you loving me more<br />
For I brought a life out of your life<br />
a spirit of your spirit<br />
Your love for me will double<br />
My love for you will double even more<br />
And then we&#8217;ll be even<br />
You gave me yourself<br />
I gave you myself<br />
and a &#8216;Rose&#8217;</p>
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		<title>Multi me</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2010/06/02/multi-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 20:37:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[General]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[That sad cloud is over my head now, with me wherever I go. They say you can be happy if you want to and there is nothing impossible to do in life, that life if worth living and it&#8217;s so &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That sad cloud is over my head now, with me wherever I go. They say you can be happy if you want to and there is nothing impossible to do in life, that life if worth living and it&#8217;s so beautiful and nice, that when you feel down there is always another happy day waiting for you, that the most stupid thing is to hurt yourself or think that you want to end your life.</p>
<p>You tell that to someone who&#8217;s normal and stable, because some people can&#8217;t understand why they should live another day if they know it won&#8217;t be any nicer, they are doing their best to solve their issues but nothing seems to work. They are with people and yet alone, they are smiling but so sad deep inside, they would do everything wrong just to find the right way to make things right, they would go to the extreme doing things to calm themselves to feel better, but things stay the same.</p>
<p>People on their attempts to help you, they make you feel even worse than you already do, they believe you&#8217;re a psycho they just wouldn&#8217;t say it to you directly, making you feel that your biggest mistake was to share your life with everyone.<br />
You&#8217;ll find yourself asking for help more than getting it, you&#8217;ll have to do what you&#8217;ve never done in your life just to make things right and you&#8217;ll find yourself making more mistakes, making your life even more troubled, tiring yourself and your mind, you&#8217;ll be cut into pieces, each piece you won&#8217;t understand, you will walk feeling that you are walking with yourself, and yourself is totally stranger to you, neither your or yourself can understand each other, you will feel you&#8217;re multiplied, you&#8217;re different person everyday that you can&#8217;t even recognize who you are anymore.</p>
<p>Things will get worse, and you will give up, people will give up on you, you&#8217;ll be tired even sick, you won&#8217;t be able to walk or to talk or to see people, you just want to live with yourself multiplied by two!</p>
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		<title>Was it me?!</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2010/05/30/was-it-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 21:06:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Bahrain]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Romance]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I wonder if it was me, because he was so much damaged and his heart was so much broken. Was it me who brought him to life again and waken up his desire even to live, was it me who &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wonder if it was me, because he was so much damaged and his heart was so much broken. Was it me who brought him to life again and waken up his desire even to live, was it me who helped him finally rise up when he was hardly noticeable, he was so much like a ghost wondering around, walking with broken legs and lost soul, have I don’t anything to him that made him realized he was wasting his life and that nothing really matters because life will go on no matter what. But how come he never told me that it was me, it was me who changed him into what he is now, added more energy into his dead body, more love into his rusted heart, I wonder if he had ever noticed, that it was me.<br />
Every time I looked at him, I’d say you’re so beautiful, I don’t know why I like you this much, I can’t take my eyes off of you, I really don’t know why I love you this much. I smell his new perfume and tell him how nice it is and that I’m enjoying the smell, he’d say it’s just a cheap perfume! That wasn’t a good answer, that was a kind that hurt, and every time I tell him how nice is his clothes, he looks at me and say, I  don’t think so..i just look tired, that always brought me down and made me feel ‘wrong’, and stupid, was it my eyes that he had doubts about or was it too much for a guy like him to handle a sweet compliments from a girl like me! Either he was so dumb or I was so blind and that maybe he was really was what he always say, tired and ugly.<br />
He has a new flat now with three rooms, he looks different, he started to fix his life, as if he was only waiting for me, to break my heart and insult my ego only to have his life fixed! Was he waiting for someone like me? Nothing happens without a reason they say, was I there in his life to change his and ruin mine?<br />
But I’m still smoking his favorite kind of cigarette, it reminds me of him, of the way he smells, of how his mouth tastes when he kissed me, I don’t really miss him, I just miss the moments that was mine, a free guy who gave me his time, and that was all I needed. I maybe also miss talking to a dead guy again; he should be thin, broken, and free and knows how to kiss!</p>
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		<title>The chicken!</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2010/05/19/the-chicken/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 23:39:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Society]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[What&#8217;s the use of living in a world that&#8217;s too much complicated that you feel you&#8217;re few steps of loosing your mind. Where you live like a chicken and have sex like a chicken and dream like a chicken and &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What&#8217;s the use of living in a world that&#8217;s too much complicated that you feel you&#8217;re few steps of loosing your mind. Where you live like a chicken and have sex like a chicken and dream like a chicken and don&#8217;t you dare to fly (remember? you&#8217;re a chicken) and chickens don&#8217;t fly. Now what can a chicken do if she was locked in? All the time. I think she&#8217;d run in a circle until she can&#8217;t walk no more, she&#8217;d stop and again walk in a circle, that sounds too boring, a chicken can&#8217;t open a cage, I think she&#8217;d wait until he comes and says: Fly my chicken Fly, even chickens can&#8217;t feel as us human, but the chicken would feel stupid, that&#8217;s the only feeling the chicken can have, because it happens everyday, he&#8217;d open the cage and say:Fly my chicken Fly. She&#8217;s smarter than that, see a chicken knows she can&#8217;t fly, the first chicken god brought to earth was fooled by god, and the chickens to come, are meant to be fooled by &#8216;us&#8217;.</p>
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		<title>It&#039;s just too little too late&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2009/12/18/its-just-too-little-too-late/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:25:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literature]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I made him cry, it was because of me he was crying, only I couldn&#8217;t feel anything, actually the more he cried the more I felt better. He wanted me so much to see his tears, to feel them at &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I made him cry, it was because of me he was crying, only I couldn&#8217;t feel anything, actually the more he cried the more I felt better. He wanted me so much to see his tears, to feel them at least, but I couldn&#8217;t, I couldn&#8217;t believe him, I mean this guy took my life out of me, destroyed every single hope I was holding to live, cheated on our love and stepped on my heart, I mean why should I forgive.</p>
<p>&#8220;Forgive me please &#8221; were his exact words, and mine were: Not so easily, you&#8217;ll have to pay back what you have taken from me, you shouldn&#8217;t be happy when I&#8217;m down, what you did to me is unforgivable, do something then I&#8217;ll forgive you,&#8230; I might. &#8220;What kind of things?&#8221; He asked, &#8221;anything but you should make a big effort to deserve my forgiveness, I don&#8217;t deserve what you have decided to put on me, you owe me big time.</p>
<p>Now what kind of woman was I? A strong one? Was I harsh on him? Why do I feel weird as If I&#8217;m not &#8216;me&#8217; anymore, then what am I?A different woman?</p>
<p>I told him he&#8217;ll never know how I feel because he&#8217;s not a woman, this is why it&#8217;s hard for him to understand what I&#8217;m going through as a results of his actions, he just doesn&#8217;t understand, I wish he could.</p>
<p>And after all the crimes he did against me, &#8221;I love you still&#8221; he said!</p>
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		<title>Imagine</title>
		<link>http://www.mideastyouth.com/2009/11/19/imagine-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eman Hassan Fadel (Bahrain)</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I had to act as everything is ok, as if I&#8217;m alright and happy. Imagine yourself having to pretend that you&#8217;re living the day just like you did the day before, that life is fair and that you&#8217;re strong as &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had to act as everything is ok, as if I&#8217;m alright and happy. Imagine yourself having to pretend that you&#8217;re living the day just like you did the day before, that life is fair and that you&#8217;re strong as stone and nothing could or will break you down. Imagine when your heart is bleeding and your tears are hidden between your eyes and your cheek and still you&#8217;re fine&#8230; You&#8217;re ok, where everything is fucked and everything is damaged you still there standing like never before&#8230; You look stronger and brave. You talk to people while the only thing you want and need to do is crying and shouting, they talk to you and expect a normal respond and that&#8217;s what should come from you, so you force yourself to act normal, but inside you&#8217;re dying, then you wish you put your hand on their mouth and shut them up but still you can&#8217;t do that, because what happened has happened and life should go on, who cares if you&#8217;re half dead and half alive and who cares if you can&#8217;t live through the day without crying, it&#8217;s  your life and it was your mistake from the start, you started it then you got to finish it.</p>
<p>How is it then to live without brain inside your head!! how would it feel if you force yourself to get up of your bed and again the same thing happens when you want to sleep, you just can&#8217;t sleep, you simply can&#8217;t, because it is the way it should be, because your life has been already put into sleep, and the reason behind all your suffering is out there stretching lips and showing teeth just like lions you can&#8217;t trust yet you believe it when it smiles.</p>
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