<?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-17697126</id><updated>2011-11-14T02:40:45.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fadi Nunu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-4624886003686952167</id><published>2007-02-19T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:02:49.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The immortal Love</title><content type='html'>Lord of The Rings, not only the best movie i have seen since the God Father, but also a movie that enters your life so it becomes part of you..no wonder why it had won the highest number of Oscars in the history of the Cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most touching stories is the story of Aragon (from the world of men) and Arwen(from the Elf's), they both loved each other in a way that makes me wonder if the world that we live in is actually the real world? why there is no real Love in our world, why there wont be a person who is "truely" willing to give up his life for the person he/she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught since i was a small kid that a man is not by his bank account or his car or his gold watch..what makes a man is his dignity and kindness, his loyalty and Love.. i say those words with pain inside me, as i see how the world is turning to...how people are willing to leave their loved ones and passion the moment some other person with more "material" qualifications enter their lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does that happen? i really wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years are we going to live? 60? 70? 80? maybe a 100?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what will happen after that..you are dead!! you dont have anything then, no cars, no houses, no gold..just you in that casket, with tears (probably) falling on you..along with the prayers and flowers near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, when i die, i want to have only one thing at that moment, the moment i close my eyes while giving out my last breath, the moment my eyes close for the very last time..the moment my body gets colder..at that moment..at that very moment, i want to be there laying on the bed with the one i Love next to me holding my hand, not showing me her tears..she will be there sitting next to me with her love showing in her eyes..making me sure that she is willing to give me her heart if she could...thats what i want..thats the love i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it still there? or that kind of Love is now gone and all whats left is masks on people faces? and hate for each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i meet the one? will i meet the woman who will tell me that she is willing to live this one life time with me than facing the entire ages alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will i give her? i dont know..i dont know what type of car i will give her, i dont know where will we live..i dont know, but what i am sure of is that i will give her my heart and Life because i will be sure that she will protect it and will be safe in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ARAGORN: You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ARWEN: And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the Ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life.(she gives him the neckless of immortality)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ARAGORN: You cannot give me this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ARWEN: It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-4624886003686952167?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/4624886003686952167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=4624886003686952167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/4624886003686952167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/4624886003686952167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2007/02/immortal-love.html' title='The immortal Love'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-116941156540630292</id><published>2007-01-21T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:30:49.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First International Website</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After 14 days of hard work, non stop, no breaks or sleep, after many nights i stayed all night making friends with the moon, and after so many sunrises i have witnessed while i was sitting infront of my PC painting the screen with the thoughts and passion i have inside, the thought and passion are now online to be viewed by millions of people around the globe, that is any designer's dream..to see his work going from a computer to computer, visit so many screens in so many houses, houses with joy, and houses with a tear..to visit them all and announce the arrival of a new name in the world. Going from country to country, without landing anywhere. Just carrying the passion and giving it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my first work that found it's way online the net, but it is my first website for an international company, and this time it is not any company, it is a very famous Fashion house based in the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The site is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitelaceandpromises.biz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;http://www.whitelaceandpromises.biz/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; for anyone who wants to view it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;By the way the store owner decided to give me a huge discount on any wedding gown for my bride when i decide to get married, now iam trying to make a website for a fancy hotel, maybe i'll get a discount there too ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please view the site, and tell me which page you liked most (ofcourse thats if you liked any) this can help me in future websites to know the taste of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1449/1711/1600/537914/wlp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1449/1711/400/61896/wlp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-116941156540630292?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/116941156540630292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=116941156540630292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/116941156540630292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/116941156540630292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-international-website.html' title='My First International Website'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-116593793933098941</id><published>2006-12-12T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:10:27.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain that will never come..</title><content type='html'>Sitting on my chair, a hot cup of coffee is next to me, dim soft lights, not showing what my face looks like, Hearing Axel's November Rain while looking at the sky outside my room, it is so cloudy..so blacky, they said it is going to rain today, but still wondering if it will ever rain, iam waiting for that since along time, hoping with those drops coming down from god, all my pain will be taken back to the ground, an endless sorrow covering myself, dreaming and hoping for a better tomorrow, but it seems that tomorrow will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky for months now, praying for that rain to come and face me, I miss it, I miss that drop of rain that left me alone, I miss it enough to stay out all day hoping I will meet that drop suddenly with no warning, just feel it on my skin like it used to, with no warning, because I have tried a lot..and a lot..to meet that rain, but it seems that it doesn’t rain anymore in December, but I still have faith, I don’t know until when can this hope last, I don't know until when can I still live with the idea that iam all by my self now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky and thinking about the drop of rain, cant imagine what happened, cant imagine how this drop can ever leave the cloud it belonged to, that cloud protected the drop and gave it comfort and warm, it gave the drop everything it needed, promised it it will keep it for how long as it takes, the cloud promised the drop that no matter what happens, it will not carry other drops, it will only carry that drop and protect it from the wind and from the other clouds and the storms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day that drop decided to leave, it told the cloud Goodbye, it told the cloud that it should stay free now, it doesn’t need the cloud any more, it is enough of what happened and now the drop wants to be alone again, giving so many reasons..but unfortunately, non of those reasons can be explained to the cloud, non of the reasons was enough to break that relation between the cloud and the drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cloud knew that this will happen, it felt since long time ago that this drop is not comfortable anymore and doesn’t wish to be protected by the cloud anymore..it wanted freedom..not from sorrows..not from occupation..byt freedom from the Love and care that the drop never saw or will ever see like what the cloud gave it in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cloud is holding the drop from falling, because it can see the whole way beneath it, it can see the dangers that are waiting that drop of rain, but unfortunately the drop cant see the same thing, it can only see what is over it, it keeps looking at the sky wanting to be like the other drops who left their clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cloud insisted and kept convincing the drop to stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "My drop..you are what is making me pure, you are the one who is giving me the strength..you are the reason iam now up in the sky over everyone else challenging everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "I cant stay my cloud, I know you protected me for so long, and I know what I mean for you, but I had enough, I want to leave and be free again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "But it is a dangerous world out there, it is filled with other clouds that will hurt you, iam protecting you and willing to give you everything..i need you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "NO my cloud, I gave you enough problems already, look for how long have you been holding me, iam causing you pain, you could be now free of me, it will make you happy again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "And what is happiness with no feeling of success? You know that without you I wouldn’t have been here, I know many problems happened and maybe pain for both of us due to your stay, but what I know that all the pure things in life come only with challenge, all the precious things cant be achieved for free, we must fight for them to have them, and you know how much you are precious to me, and iam not willing to leave you like that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "Iam sorry my cloud, you have been so helpful to me, but now I must see my life, and I think it is better to leave you and to go somewhere else..look at the rainbow below us, look how beautiful it looks..so you know how was that rainbow made?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "Yes I know..it was made from drops..just like you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "Then how do you tell me that it is not better to leave you, by staying with you I am only causing us pain, I can now be in a rainbow which all people would love to see, but with you, we only make a black dark cloud which no one approves and wants.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "it is a black cloud because it is the way you are looking at it, if you look at it in a different way you will see that it is nothing but a caring loving warm cloud that is protecting you, and soon the weather will be better and we can live safely as a white cloud…that will be soon…so soon.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "No cloud, I can't wait for you, I must leave.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "It is ok, you can Love someone else.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "I need you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "Iam sorry..forget me..i want to dance with the other drops and make a rainbow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "Give me a chance to talk with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "No Cloud..we can't see each other or talk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "But you told me you will be there for me, and I need you now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "Iam sorry cloud, iam so weak.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "NO drop, you are not weak, I was holding you all that long, and I know how strong you are and how great you are, so stop talking with other people's mouths..if you need some time on your own, if you need some time all alone, then I will understand, but why are you saying goodbye after all your promises that you will stay and fight with me and go around the world with me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "I don’t feel the same like I used to my cloud.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "I just need a smile from you, a word from you, a touch from you, your care and love again to make me stay here, you know without you I will vanish, you know that clouds without rain drops vanish in the air with no coming back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "But why other clouds stay and do not vanish although many drops get out of them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "Because I don't have any other drops, you are my only drop, I made all the other drops go for you, because I knew that I do not need them anymore, I am satisfied with what I have, I don't need any other drops when I have you, you give me the power, care, and love that I need and that is enough for me..so please stay..let me live.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "Iam sorry cloud, I have to leave, and iam sure you will be ok, you will find other drops to hold and love that will keep you alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "you will not find any other cloud that will love you like I did, that are ready to leave all the other drops for only one drop..for only you..i want you so bad.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop: "Goodbye my cloud..i have to go now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "I don’t have enough words to convince you to stay, but I am telling you I have protected you from many things that can hurt you, and I don’t want you to be on your own again..leave me if you like, but tell me later if that was right or wrong, I know that all your days to come wont be the same, everytime you will face a problem you will wish I was there to help you ..to stand next to you, to listen to you..i hope you will find someone who will give you something close to my love to you, because I am sure know one will love you the same..i will always be here waiting for you, remember that you are the one that brings me my strength, and you are the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with..but I cant oblige you to stay, I Love you, in how many different languages should I say that to you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all the drops of the world, that cloud only chose that drop, and took a final decision that that drop is what it needs, that It will bring happiness to that drop, just like that drop will bring happiness to the cloud..but the drop seems not sure anymore, maybe because it is still young and cant get a right decision, but also maybe because the drop thinks it is better without the cloud, maybe it thinks that the cloud is keeping many things from the drop…just like the rainbow..the drop thinks that it must leave the cloud because the cloud doesn’t want it to see the beautiful rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the drop seems not to understand, that the moment it will leave the cloud, it will fall to the ground, while falling it will see many beautiful things, and will help the other drops form the beautiful colorful rainbow, everyone will admire the drop for that and tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"see, see how better you are without that stupid cloud..you were there in the dark and no one liked to see you there, but now you look great, forming the beautiful rainbow which everyone admires and loves to see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the poor drop didn’t notice that the formation of the rainbow only lasts for some time, because the drop keeps falling down, so that beautiful rainbow will soon be gone, and the drop will find no other way but to keep its way falling and falling until it reaches the ground and be lost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the crying drop, filled with sorrow and dirt from the ground will look at the sky and see other clouds there, pure as white, so the cloud didn’t lie at it..the cloud was saying the truth all that time..when the cloud told the drop that it is only a small period of time before it will be white again it didn’t lie..all those white clouds seemed so happy dancing in the sky, moving from a place to another..this will stay forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in your life, look for the constant beauty of the clouds..they are maybe dark and black now..but that is only for a few days..months..years maybe..but after that, they will be white and strong to face anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success cant come easy, you must fight and pay for, everything precious we want to have must be fought for, if you think that you can get money…success…or anything easily with money..then you are wrong, money doesn’t bring happiness, you must work hard to gain it, if you get rich from your father or you get an inheritance then I really feel sorry for you..so sorry…you may ask why?? I have EVERYTHING…but I will tell you no, you have nothing, you do not know the taste of success or money that you have because you got them easy, what you get easy will be gone also easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rainbow, even if it looks so beautiful and everyone will be happy that you left the person who loves you for it..it is only something that will not last for long, you will soon fall and after that you will know what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how long you stay going, for how much you stay alone…this will end some day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam the cloud that keep you from falling..iam the one who loves you deep…regardless of the things we both face..what I know that love..with no other thing..is the only thing we should keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-116593793933098941?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com' title='The rain that will never come..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/116593793933098941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=116593793933098941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/116593793933098941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/116593793933098941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-that-will-never-come.html' title='The rain that will never come..'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-115799981025181589</id><published>2006-09-11T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:48:46.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st cross national design</title><content type='html'>It is an amazing feeling, after 5 months of hard work, finally a design i fully made for one of Jordan's biggest IT firms - Offtec Systems - has been published so as almost all teenagers and children in Jordan will have to use it one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design is for the automated touch screens that will be used for people who want to apply for their driving license, from now on, anyone who wants to apply for a driving license should do a theoritical exam - as you all know - but the new thing is it wont be by circling the right answer, but instead it will be by "touching" the answer on the screen and touching the "Next" or "Previous" buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so proud now for doing this, and i guess i have the right to, especially that this design is meant to be used for not a few years but for more. Although it is named under the sign of Offtec systems, but i feel proud of doing it even if no one knows that Fadi Nunu has done it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe me its not about the money i got from this project that is making me feel proud of myself (its just a couple of hundreds if you are wondering), but its the power it has on my CV when i mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is a screen shot of the user interface that you will first see on the screen when you start the exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/userlogin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you wish to read the whole article in "Al-Rai" newspaper, dated 11-9-2006 then &lt;a href="http://www.shabibetna.org/work/offtec_news.htm" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-115799981025181589?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com' title='My 1st cross national design'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/115799981025181589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=115799981025181589&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/115799981025181589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/115799981025181589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-1st-cross-national-design.html' title='My 1st cross national design'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-115640314077594142</id><published>2006-08-23T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:05:40.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero of the day</title><content type='html'>looking and staring at the only light coming in the room..the light of the stars appearing from my wide window in my room, looking at a star for a second or two before moving to the others, I felt they were so beautiful that I had to see each one of them alone and give it what it is really worth. Those 163 stars were like some dancing girls wearing dresses of glamour and shine dancing in the sky of endless passion..and between them I found the full rounded, crystal clear moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was busy looking at this beautiful portrait of god, something really bright showed for less than 2 seconds with the dark background of the sky and then disappeared again..it was a shooting star, something I cant remember when was the last time I saw, a million and one thoughts crossed my mind at that moment, this always happens when you see or feel something for the first time, and it was the first time I see a burning star, and from those million and one thoughts I wondered and smiled on the fact that even stars burn in the sky and they do not exist anymore, it was amazing how something that seems so bright and so stable in the sky, that can't be moved by anything, even storms and winds, something that cant move at all, suddenly gets closer to earth and just burns and fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing made me really think deeply in many things, one of those things was us..and how can we go through this life and knowing in the end, on our death bed, that we did the right thing all the years that passed, when i speak to my grandson whois laying next to my bed looking at me maybe for the last time and asking me about my life and about my accomplishments..and then i want to tell him that i did all what i wanted to do, and iam leaving this life happily that i made all what i was dreaming of..marrying your grandmother whom i loved, building my own enterprise from my swept..raising my children in the finest matter who they bacame great names in society......i had a thought of what makes this come true...what can make dreams come true...the answer to all that was the inner strength that is found in each and everyone of us, about even if we had problems and difficulties in our lives which are preventing us from living well and making sure we make our dreams come true, that we should face this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In you there is a hero, you dont have to be afraid of what you are...if you reach into the depths of you, to the depths of your sorrows and problems, then all those sorrows will go away...and after that, a hero comes along, with the strength to carry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think hope is gone, look inside you and you'll be strong when you realize that there is a hero lies in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long road, a long life time..you might walk in it lonely at moments, you may walk thinking there is no one beside you to help you make this journey...its like you are walking on a narrow broken bridge in a lonely dark night, if you look down you will see the deep river looking so far from where you are standing, and that what life and people wants from you, they want you to keep looking down and be afraid, while if you just walk one step out of the bridge, you will realize that the river below you that used to scare you and seemed so far, the river that everyone told you that you will fall and crash in it, the river that you couldnt walk through it because you were very afraid to cross...this river was nothing but a portrait below this broken river, and all that was just an imagination or atleast a view from people who were too afraid from crossing this river and didnt want to be alone in this, they dont want you to cross it and be the hero of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross that bridge, dont be afraid, you dont have nothing to lose if you dont have what you want...dont look down as people are telling you, lift your chin up, look for the light infront of you, you may think there is no light infront of you...but there is, it is so bright that it faded away with the light of the moon over you.. walk and dont stop walking, this journey of life needs us to keep walking because who doesnt then he will stay in the back, and who stays in the back will always stay in the back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-115640314077594142?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/115640314077594142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=115640314077594142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/115640314077594142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/115640314077594142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2006/08/hero-of-day_23.html' title='Hero of the day'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-114839655934102688</id><published>2006-05-23T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T08:02:39.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories from my mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00084.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00084.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00083.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00083.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00077.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00077.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/DSC00121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-114839655934102688?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com' title='Memories from my mobile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/114839655934102688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=114839655934102688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/114839655934102688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/114839655934102688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2006/05/memories-from-my-mobile.html' title='Memories from my mobile'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-114709193109303176</id><published>2006-05-08T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:40:49.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home...sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Entrance&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00034.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/DSC00034.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00018.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/DSC00037.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/DSC00049.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some cupboards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00018.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/DSC00018.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese tea set (made in 1951)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/DSC00016.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/DSC00021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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home'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/114709193109303176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=114709193109303176&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/114709193109303176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/114709193109303176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2006/05/homesweet-home.html' title='home...sweet home'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-114572558993257795</id><published>2006-04-22T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T10:06:29.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/Fadi-Easter-2006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/400/Fadi-Easter-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored today so i thought of doing something different this year than the previous years in wishing my friends a Happy Easter... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Easter everyone and may god bless your families and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-114572558993257795?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com' title='Happy Easter'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/114572558993257795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=114572558993257795&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/114572558993257795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/114572558993257795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-114353302074941284</id><published>2006-03-28T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:03:41.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Goal in Life</title><content type='html'>This thought just popped into my head…iam thinking about how we can become professionals at our work, how we can start a career, and why you sometimes see people at the age of 35 who are successful, rich, and with high positions or they have their own company, and on the other hand you see people who are in their 50’s and still taking 300-500 JD’s a month? Sometimes they have a good education, but what’s going on with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the working life as an ocean, filled with waves which sometimes are calm and sometimes they are wild. In this ocean you see beautiful fish, shells, sea life. You also see wild dangerous things like sharks and whales. But you also can find some beautiful glowing creatures, that instantly you feel relieved to be next to, but suddenly they bite you and poison you, those creatures use their beauty and calm to attract you to their nests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life is very much like this ocean, when you start, people will either help you and teach you work and really want you to become a real professional, and some others they let you feel uncomfortable like all the time, they feel jealous, they don’t want you to reach your best. This problem I had at my first company, you see people who think that they like you and believe that you can be a real something, but one day I had a talk with my manager, and he told me that your co-workers say that you are not effective and that you don’t know how the work is done. What hurts is that those guys he was talking about were telling me all the time that iam as good as them (as if they are worth it!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What iam saying here is each and every one of us should have a goal that is clear for them, some of my friend’s goals are for example buying a Mercedes CLK, some want to buy a house, some want to get married. But where is the problem here? Well…it is that this is a really good goal that can push people to do their best, but I don’t think it is clear enough. For example my friend who wants a Mercedes CLK, should also have in his mind the car’s model exactly,it’s color, it’s interior color, does it have heating seats or not, manual or automatic,etc.. so what am I saying here? Iam saying that if you want to succeed in life you should a “realistic” goal for you, that is clear and very specific, don’t say I want a car or I want to get married, you should know who will you marry (if you already have someone and she/he loves you back ofcourse), you should know how much exactly will the whole marriage idea cost, should know which area you want to live, etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me this is the only way you can stand infront of troubles in this life, for me, every time I face a great problem or feel sick from work, I just remember my goal, why I want to work hard, why I should work hard, and I know that if I want my goal I should get money, I should work hard day and night for it, and that’s what iam doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, iam not a professional, or a wise man, iam just someone who had been through many difficulties in life, and try my best to get popularity socially and success at work… and this is just a simple thought, a simple advice, work day by day, but let a specified goal be in the horizon, and know when you can achieve it…and if you do, you will know the real meaning of success, because success isn’t getting money from the stock market, neither letting your manager fall in love with you so he/she can promote you. Success means working hard from your heart, and facing all the difficulties in the world before you reach a place that not only people will say you are successful, but they also will say that you have done it by your own, from scratch…you will be the perfect idol for them and they will follow you whatever you say or do…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-114353302074941284?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com' title='A Goal in Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/114353302074941284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=114353302074941284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/114353302074941284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/114353302074941284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2006/03/goal-in-life.html' title='A Goal in Life'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-113753048408001969</id><published>2006-01-17T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T05:29:57.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest of all my friends</title><content type='html'>2 years ago..728 days ago..i lost one of my best friends ever..maybe its not right or fair to call him a friend..i would rather call him a brother or a soul-mate..and even more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaid..a guy who became my first friend since i came from kuwait after the invasion in 1991, we shared 4th grade together laughing and doing crazy stuff..then years passed by..i remember our photo in 6th grade with the rest of our class..and i still have tha one :), then days passed and we reached high school...being both on the scientific stream, we used to study some parts together and share the exam notes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be so honest if i say that we used to see each other EVERY DAY..every single day either i went to his place or we used to go somewhere and hang out with the guys or just go have falafel in kalha restaurant in shmesani..sometimes we went bowling or played pool...we always played pool together as one team...and we usually did win :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then days passed and we went to the same uni until he realsed that our uni is not meeting his expectations..thats when he left me and went to jordan university..well we still saw each other almost every day and i even attended some lectures with him, it was always fun to attend his lectures with his friends..we used to laugh and crack jokes like all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I still remember the day everything happened as if it was today...we went to our friend mahfooz's place for new years eve, there we wanted to meet and celebrate the new year..i was the first to arrive in that cold rainy night..then khalil came and we stayed waiting for zaid...until it was 2 am..then we called him home as his mobile was closed..but his parents told us that he went with his friends...how can that happen?? he promised us to come, could it be that he went with other friends from uni who prefered more than us?? well we didnt want to believe that and we were so furious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anyway..our night was awful as we all were waiting and couldnt enjoy it..we watched part of mahfouz's sister wedding..as it was a week earlier from all this..there was zaid and i dancing with the bride and another clip were we were eating from the shawerma they got to the party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; next day at around 6 in the evening, mahfooz came to my place and we went to se him at home as he still didnt answer the phone..his sister met us with a weired face, she told us that zaid went to the dead sea with his friends from uni..we were so annoyed and left immedately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; while on our way back a friend of mine called me and told me that zaid was in a coma in the hospital....it was a shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we didnt know what to do..i called his mother who was crying on the phone and i asked her if she wants us to come and pick her up to see her son..she said yes i guess...we couldnt understand the wet words she was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night became darker..we were so shocked, what could have happened?? is it possible he made an accident while going to the dead sea??we wanted answers..actually it was me who was in a shock as mahfooz was crying the whole way to zaid's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we picked our mother and went to the hospital, there were his brother fuad and a family friend who was also my friend,robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the huggings started, it was weired..what the hell happened? then fuad cut all those questions and asked us if we would like to see him...i said yes..definetly i want to see my brother..&lt;br /&gt;i went to his bed..he was put in the ICU alone, and the moment i saw him i was about to faint, he was naked from the upper side with blue signs on his chest..they were from the machine they use to re-alive the heart...it wasa real shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all our friends came and u couldnt hear but the weeping of everyone..i went to ask the doctor privately what happened and what are his chances..he told me that they r doing their best but it doesnt seem like good chances to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days passed, we kept on going to the hospital night and day...every day..i even skipped some of my final exams..it was that my mind wasnt with me..every time my phone rang i got confused and didnt want to answer..i didnt know if i could handle any worse news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was thursday night when i went with my family to the hospital to see him, i was late to arrive as i had an exam, so when i reached there, the nurse told me that if i want i must see him now as they will close the visiting for that day..so i went there, i sat next to his poor thin body and started touching his hand, i felt his heart beet got higher and higher, i talked a bit with him and asked him to wake up so we can go and have dinner and hang out and do parties...his hands were so cold...i got up when the nurse called me, i went and kissed him on the forehead...and went away...that was the time that i was the last one of his friends or family see him alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the day came...i remember that night i dreamed of carrying zaid on my shoulder,and going somewhere i didnt know where...rita and bana called me and told me they r going to the hospital that friday morning, so i told them i want to study a bit and ill go in the evening..but at around 10 our door bell rang, it was bana and rita on the door, i told mom to tell them that i was busy coz i was still in my pyjamas, and i closed the door on my self...but then i still could hear mom talking to people, then the voice rose and i could hear mom crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just opened my door at that moment not worriying of what i was wearing..went to see them all crying, i knew it, i went and asked ..what? mom held me and told me dont worry habibi..this is gods will..i kept on silence, standing next to the door...looking at the outside and nerly falling dow..then i saw bana still in the car infront of our home crying..i went to her with nothing in my feet as i was still shocked and opened the car door and carried her inside...it was an unbelievable scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that day i lost a real something in this life...someone really made a difference in me...i knew everything will change, and i honestly say that since that day i have changed..iam now much quieter and more responsible..i was in a real shock that made me cry as i have never cried before or after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made a promise to my self that i will do what both zaid and i were dreaming of doing which is being successful in life and build our future in our hands and become really important people..that year 2004 i took more than 15 courses and certificates and was the real beginning to my career..coz i must make my dream..his dream..come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may god rest his soul in peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother, if u can read this now while ur in god's hands..i want u to know that i loved u, and i still love u..u were always my best friend and my soul..and nothing will change in that...i still go visit ur family whenever i have the chance..i still check ur e-mail and empty all the junk mail from it...i still tell stories about us to my closed friends...and i still remember u wherever we go to a place where u and i used to go...and god..how many places we went to together..and i still have ur picture in my wallet so it is with me wherever i go...and u r still in my heart..i still miss the times u call me (abu-ilfid) no one calls me that after u...although i miss that name..especially from ur mouth my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my friend..goodbye my brother...goodbye my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fadi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-113753048408001969?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/113753048408001969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=113753048408001969&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/113753048408001969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/113753048408001969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2006/01/dearest-of-all-my-friends.html' title='Dearest of all my friends'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-113139416178209231</id><published>2005-11-07T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:09:21.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://mirashnousi.blogspot.com"&gt;Mirachka&lt;/a&gt; to answer this tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I plan to do:&lt;br /&gt;1- Do the Shabibeh christmas poster.&lt;br /&gt;2- Buy a Car.&lt;br /&gt;3- Lose some weight.&lt;br /&gt;4- Become a professional Guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;5- Bring Lionel Richie to sing in my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;6- To make a really big place for old people with no home to live in.&lt;br /&gt;7- To be the best designer in the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;1- Be Creative (like Mira)&lt;br /&gt;2- Fix almost any computer problem&lt;br /&gt;3- have 1000 friends.&lt;br /&gt;4- Say "I Love You" to the special someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;5- make professional websites and posters&lt;br /&gt;6- Talk on the phone for hours (If i really enjoy talking to that person :)&lt;br /&gt;7- calculate combination of numbers really fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1- Not going out&lt;br /&gt;2- Reach work at exactly 8:00&lt;br /&gt;3- Kiss the girl i Love&lt;br /&gt;4- hide my feelings&lt;br /&gt;5- Stop doing crazy stuff&lt;br /&gt;6- roller skate&lt;br /&gt;7- have a real conversation with a really close friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I say most often:&lt;br /&gt;1- inta 7or&lt;br /&gt;2- Hala Dactor&lt;br /&gt;3- billah 3alaik&lt;br /&gt;4- ya salaaam&lt;br /&gt;5- gazzate&lt;br /&gt;6- Hala brabbek&lt;br /&gt;7- ya sidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17697126-113139416178209231?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com' title='Tagged'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/113139416178209231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=113139416178209231&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/113139416178209231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/113139416178209231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2005/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17697126.post-112932897752543603</id><published>2005-10-14T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T15:35:12.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the most romantic present you have ever received ?&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/17697126-112932897752543603?l=fadinunu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com' title='Romantic Present'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/feeds/112932897752543603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17697126&amp;postID=112932897752543603&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/112932897752543603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17697126/posts/default/112932897752543603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadinunu.blogspot.com/2005/10/romantic-present.html' title='Romantic Present'/><author><name>Fadi Nunu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02157451969394229986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1449/1711/320/Fadi-Nunu1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
