﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[MAKEDA's BLOG]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/</link><description><![CDATA["We must learn to live together like brothers and sisters or we will die like fools."]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:42:54 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:42:54 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[Queen of SHEBA]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_22659/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify">
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</p> <p align="justify"> <img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20080422/5209096_rzmoqx080422164026.jpg" alt="5209096_pozcrf080405134434" title="5209096_pozcrf080405134434" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="640" height="443" /> </p> <p align="justify"> <font size="4">MAKEDA,
QUEEN OF SHEBA (The symbol of Beauty) (960 B.C.)</font> </p> <p align="justify">
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</p> <p align="justify"> <font size="4"><em><strong>The
Country of Sheba</strong></em></font> </p> <p align="justify"> <font size="4">The country Sheba or Saba, whose name
means Host of Heaven and peace, was Abyssinia. Located in southwest
Arabia on the eastern tip of the Red Sea, Sheba occupied 483,000
square miles of mountains, valley and deserts in the area of present
day Yemen. Some historians claim that Ethiopia, on the western end of
the Red Sea, was also part of Sheba's territory.</font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm" align="justify">
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</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm" align="justify"> <font size="4"><em><strong>The
Queen of Sheba</strong></em></font> </p> <p align="justify"> <font size="4">Legends of the Queen of Sheba are
common throughout Arabia, Persia, Ethiopia and Israel. In Arabian
tradition, Balkis ruled with the heart of a woman but the head and......</font></p>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:42:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Airplane Angel]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_22085/</link><description><![CDATA[<p> <br /> <strong>A young, attractive woman I met on the plane taught me it's never too late to make a new start in life. <br /> </strong>By Paul Houston
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</p> <p align="justify"> <font size="4">About ten years ago, I was on a plane going west, and a young woman boarded and sat across the aisle from me. I noticed her for two reasons. She was very attractive, and she was holding a teddy bear about half her size. After she sat down, I teased her by asking if she had a ticket for the bear. She laughed and said no, and we settled into the hermetically sealed bubbles that airline passengers adopt to create privacy around themselves. </font> </p> <p align="justify">
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</p> <p align="justify"> <font size="4">About halfway through the flight she popped the bubble by leaning over and saying, &ldquo;I just told that man sitting by the window a lie. He asked me why I was going to Tucson, and I told him to visit relatives, but I am really going to enter rehab.&rdquo; She proceeded to share her life story with me, which included family issues, abuse, and drug use. She had been working as an exotic dancer, which meant......</font></p>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:15:17 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Healing Hearts Through the Arts]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_20813/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify"> <font size="-0"><font size="3"><font size="-0">Using Poetry To Reduce Shame and Guilt<br /> <br />
I have been thinking today about the consequences of sexual assault and through my<br />
researches I discovered that April 3, 2008 is a Day to End Sexual Violence by using creative expression. </font></font></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font size="-0"><font size="3">I can't be silent knowing that one of my friend on Bitcomet suffer from this pain.</font></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font size="-0"><font size="3">I deeply respect and admire her&nbsp; for her strength and bravery to speak out<br />
her trauma and dare to bring her rapist suit. She only did it to save at least one person...</font></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify">
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</p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font size="-0"><font size="3">Our duty is to provide hope to the survivors still struggling<br />
with their feelings. Our place is not to make it better- </font></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font size="-0"><font size="3">Our place is to be a loving supportive friend through hard times. <br /> <br />
Shame<br />
One of the consequences of domestic violence and<br />
sexual assault is the shaming of victims. The<br />
perpetrator humiliates and degrades the victim by the<br />
act of violence. Friends and family may discredit the<br />
victim. And finally, shame can be a product of the way<br />
institutions in our society treat victims.......</font></font></p>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 23:21:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Game Relay Updated]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_20016/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify"> <font face="Times New Roman">
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
</font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"> </font></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <strong>I was invited by Monty to participate in the game of the Development Team and I chose game B. </strong> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <strong>
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1. Are you satisfied with your current status? 
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yes 
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2. If you have a chance to live again, which life-form would you like to be? 
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I would like to be an human again 
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3. What do you want to say about your ex-lover? 
</p> <p>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This relation helps me to experience the feeling of hatred &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;payback in love. 
</p> <p>
4.What do you want most from your friends (exclude lover)? 
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Love&nbsp;
</p> </font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"> <p>
5.What's the happiest thing that happened to you recently? 
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&ldquo; The Secret&rdquo;, a film of Rhonda Byrne. <span style="font-style: normal">It helps me better &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;understand the notion of &ldquo;with our thoughts we create our &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;world&rdquo;, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;we are what we think or believe.</span> </p> </font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <div align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"> <p>
6.What do you say when you part from your......</p></font></div>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 18:54:16 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[International Women's Day]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_18816/</link><description><![CDATA[<p> <font face="Times New Roman" size="4">
&nbsp;<font size="5"> </font></font> </p> <p align="justify"> <strong><font face="Times New Roman" size="5" color="#000000">
&nbsp;
</font></strong> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4" color="#000000"><strong><a href="http://www.un.org/events/women/iwd/"><u>International Women's Day</u></a></strong></font><font face="Verdana" size="4">, celebrated internationally on 8 March every year,&nbsp;focuses this year on the theme&nbsp; &ldquo;Investing in Women and Girls.&rdquo; The celebration will have an intense focus on financing for gender equality at the country level. </font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">
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</font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">In 1977 the UN General Assembly adopted a resolution inviting Member States to proclaim a United Nations Day for Women's Rights and International Peace &mdash; <strong>International Women's Day</strong></font><font face="Verdana" size="4"> &mdash; to be observed on any day of the year in accordance with their historical and national traditions. Since then, the United Nations Organization has observed March 8th as International Women's Day. The purpose of this day is to recognize the fact that securing peace and social progress and the full enjoyment of human rights and fundamental freedoms require the active participation, equality and development of women; and to acknowledge the contribution of women to the strengthening of international peace......</font></p>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 08:46:07 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[What goes around comes around]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_18293/</link><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify">
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</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">What
goes Around comes Around</font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><br /> </font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">One
day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even
in dim light of day, </font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">he
could see she needed helped. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes
and got out. His Pomtiac was still sputtering when he approached her.</font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><br /> </font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">Even
with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to
help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't
look safe; he looked poor and hungry.</font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><br /> </font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">He
could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He
knew how she felt. It was that chill which fear only can put in you.</font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><br /> </font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">He
said, &quot;I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the
car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.&quot;</font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><br /> </font> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm" align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">Well,
all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad
enough. Brian crawled under the car looking for a place to put jack,
skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the
tire. But he had to get dirty......</font></p>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 13:20:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[International Mother Language Day]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_17576/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20080221/5209096_egullo080221082509.jpg" alt="edito01_250_12" title="edito01_250_12" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="250" height="218" /></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><strong>Languages matter</strong></span></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4">
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</font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'">&ldquo;The first instrument of a people&rsquo;s genius is its language,&rdquo; said the French writer Stendhal. Literacy, learning, social integration&hellip;.Everything transits through language, which embodies national, cultural and sometimes religious identity for each person. </span></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p align="justify"> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333333; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'">It constitutes one of the fundamental dimensions of a human being. Yet specialists estimate that within only a few generations, more than half of the 7,000 languages spoken in the world face extinction, because they are not represented......</span></font></p>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 07:45:08 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Love]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_17291/</link><description><![CDATA[<p> <font size="1">
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</font> </p> <p> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">This is the tale of this little girl to whom people has made to expect that love will come and take her.</font></span></font><font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">&nbsp;</font></span></font> </p> <p> <font face="Verdana" size="4">
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</font> </p> <p> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">Once upon a time, a long time ago, a little girl has been dreaming to have a great and beautiful love.</font></span></font><font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">She dreamed to a boy, then later to a stranger to whom she will give her life, her body, her soul.</font></span></font> </p> <p> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">Time passed by and the beautiful love did not come. She looked for him everywhere in every smile, in every look, in every person she met.</font></span></font><font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">For a very long time, she was sure that love would come towards her, would recognize her among others and tell her:</font></span></font> </p> <p> <font face="Verdana" size="4">
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</font> </p> <p> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">&nbsp;</font></span></font><font face="Verdana" size="4" color="#000000"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><span>-<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'">Yes, I was looking for you; I came for you, only you. </span></font><font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">And that little girl grew and looked like her other friends and women, she gave up her beautiful dream and went out with a fellow who passed by.</font></span></font> </p> <p> <font face="Verdana" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">She was not still aware that she had betrayed herself, because she did not come upon any love, or pleasure, or the possibility to dream her life.......</font></span></font></p>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:00:58 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Life is a single line walk]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_16706/</link><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify">
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</p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"> <font size="4"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">The men walk in a single line on the face <br />
of the earth.&nbsp; <br />
Each of them has a bag placed on his chest <br />
and a bag on his back.&nbsp; <br /> </font></span></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"> <font size="4"><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font color="#000000">In the first bag we place our qualities.<br />
In the second we place our shortcomings. <br />
Each man has his own criteria for deciding <br />
both shortcoming and advantages or qualities. <br /> <br />
During this long march that we call life, <br />
We keep our eyes fixed on our front bag<br />
We keep our eyes on our front bag, although <br />
we aren't quite at our final destination, <br />
but we feel we shall arrive there soon. <br /> <br />
During this time, on our backs we still <br />
have the weight of our vices which hang <br />
miserably. <br />
We pretend to ignore it, because we are <br />
too busy.<br /> <br />
&nbsp; We consider our duty to reproach the <br />
defect of our companions, people around us, <br />
which are in front of us and we are free <br />
to see that they have a bag of drawbacks.<br /> </font></span></font> </p> <div align="justify"> </div> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"> <span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font size="3" color="#000000"><font size="4">We consider that we are better then him, </font></font></span><br /> <span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font size="3" color="#000000"><font size="4">
forgetting that those who walk behind us </font></font></span><br /> <span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font size="3" color="#000000"><font size="4">
can also see our bag of drawbacks. Those </font></font></span><br /> <span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font size="3" color="#000000"><font size="4">
also......</font></font></span></p>]]></description><author>noural (Makeda)</author><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 12:00:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Imagine...]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/noural/post_16437/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
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</p> <font color="#000000"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font size="4">Imagine there's no Heaven <br />
It's easy if you try <br />
No hell below us <br />
Above us only sky <br />
Imagine all the people <br />
Living for today <br /> <br />
Imagine there's no countries <br />
It isn't hard to do <br />
Nothing to kill or die for <br />
And no religion too <br />
Imagine all the people <br />
Living life in peace <br /> <br />
You may say that I'm a dreamer <br />
But I'm not the only one <br />
I hope someday you'll join us <br />
And the world will be as one <br /> <br />
Imagine no possessions <br />
I wonder if you can <br />
No need for greed or hunger <br />
A brotherhood of man <br />
Imagine all the people <br />
Sharing all the world <br /> <br />
You may say that I'm a dreamer <br />
But I'm not the only one <br />
I hope someday you'll join us <br />
And the world will live as one <br /> <br />
The hottest songs from John Lennon</font></span><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'"><font size="4">&nbsp;</font></span> </font> <p>
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</p> <font color="#000000"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'">If you like, please vote...</span></font> </font> <p>
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