Little but great :-)

Try to get it!

A simple man was asked ” Why are you always smiling ? “..

The man said ” Why not?….All my life is in the hands of God….so why don’t I smile…”

Prophet Mohammad said….

تبسمك فى وجه أخيك صدقة، وأمرك بالمعروف صدقة ونهيك عن المنكر صدقة، وإرشادك الرجل في أرض الضلال لك صدقة، ونصرك الرجل الرديء البصر لك صدقة، وإماطتك الحجر والشوك العظم عن الطريق لك صدقة
Smiling is an act of charity.
So is enjoining good and forbidding evil,
giving directions to the lost traveller,
aiding the blind and
removing obstacles from the path.
Have a great day 🙂

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A BOOK BY THE BROOK — Friends and Foes

Friendly Fairy Tales

Finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

— William Shakespeare

A Book by the Brook: Book Reviews at

Rule-breaking author, Douglas Florian, explores friendship in his new poetry collection, Friends and Foes, Beach Lane Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing Division, 2018. What makes author-illustrator Douglas Florian rule-breaking?

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Kindness - Wisdom💥

This is what I love about blogging

  • I Love to read is my most favourite thing to do
  • All you do is saunter through your Reader
  • Finding things about anything you never thought of before
  • Finding an old poem you read as a kid
  • Finding things about life you never new exsisted
  • Finding an American cowboy picture from the past
  • Finally I found my greatest “Addiction”
  • The Analitical graphs of stuff I never knew existed
  • A treasure trove of KNOWLEDGE
  • All on your IPad. The biggest Library in the world all “FREE”
  • Today reading away one thought came to mind WORDPRESS THEME.
  • WordPress is a safe place to be
  • No worries with NEGATIVE empty chatter like SOCIAL Medias that are just wasting our precuios LIVES
  • Every new kid on the block of WordPress battles on, how brave you are
  • The new kids on the block are really innocent lives…

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woman waiting

House of Heart

Lips wet with mist,  a kiss of breeze and

water grass, touched in diaphanous dreams.

The strains of  a sonata stream

like pin point diamonds through rivers

of bloods sweet wildness.

Weeping clusters of allegories

spill from the tongues of lovers,

the flower of a song  blue playing

with fire.

The thief of dawn shatters the night

lights the walls of silence.

Hear the firewood snap and hiss,

the heat of  burning need.

I am cloaked in awakening

but am I too late?

chinese girl

Art by Liu

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