A Story about a Clown

Once upon a time there was a group of friends , one of them was the clown of the group, not a real clown , but she always made her friends laugh , cheered them up , lifted their spirits when feeling down , she always stood by them in the hardest moments , and in the great moments shared their happiness and joy ,she listened to their stories , worries , memories .. they were always good friends but one day , they felt she was different , she always say jokes ,and make them laugh , they felt that she is only made for joking and laughing , they stopped opening good conversations with her , all they did was making fun of her.. They only came to her when they needed a laugh, or when wanting to hear a joke... they stopped telling her their secrets, their stories , they stopped sharing their memories , joys and sorrows with her , every time they went out together she was there sitting alone ,left over ! Her other friends sat in two’s each couple talking alone,
She felt too bad, she felt silly and lonely, she missed her true friends, and she asked her self: why do they treat me like that? What have I done to deserve this? I always made them laugh and supported them, why this? She felt so silly and ignored... She really felt bad, but she never showed them anything of that , she tried her best to keep laughing and pretended to be happy in front of them , but whenever she went home and thought of how the outing was , she cried.
It’s a really a bad feeling to feel silly , or ignored , this clown is still a human being , she has feelings , she doesn’t laugh all the time , who can be happy all the time? Hardly anyone... she never told her friends about her sorrows, her worries, her problems, she didn’t want to bother them with her problems; she just wanted them to be happy, and look what she got? Sometimes a person keeps this stuff inside but then comes the time when he can’t stand it anymore; she never told them how bad she felt... Or about the way they changed with her... But then one day she couldn’t tolerate anymore, and burst crying...
Don’t you ever think that every clown is happy! Maybe if you search well you would find a good example of such an unhappy clown…

written by : Ghada Saba
tuesday 24/4/2007

MY BEST FRIEND

Once upon a time , I met a great friend in a place I love so much, a place where I can sit alone and think , where I can listen to music , and relax , where I can write my hopes and dreams , where I can do whatever I want without anyone interrupting .. all people can annoy you or make you sometimes feel uncomfortable with what your doing , or urge you to act the way they want .. Sometimes you like to do things that others may find unacceptable, but I noticed something strange about this friend!
This friend wasn’t like any other, never complained about anything I do, or say... always listened to me till the end , never interrupted me , or made me feel silly , never undervalued me , or made me feel shy .. I always did all I want freely , this friend accepted me for who I am , never asked me to change , this friend believed in me , in my hopes and ambitions , this friend always listened to my stories , my sorrows , my joys , my hopes and dreams , lifted me up when I was feeling down or saying bad things , when I cursed and hit everything around me ,when I shouted , this friend knew everything about me , knew who I love , what I want , what I liked , what I disliked ,knew who exactly I am, was up to date with all my life story, whenever I looked at this friend , I felt proud , felt better about my self , felt that dreams could come true one day , felt that there is nothing worth my tears , this friend assured me that everything I do is right , because its what I want , this friend convinced me to do what feels right , to follow my heart , and head , to hold on for what I want , to hold on for my hopes and ambitions , and the one I love .. it assured me that even if I made mistakes its not bad , to always look at the bright side and learn from my mistakes , and even if life didn’t send me Mr. right from the first time , God won’t leave me , for I must trust him the most .. this friend stood for me a lot , tolerated me a lot , never left me even when I was too bad and rude , and hostile towards it .. I love this friend, a lot... maybe if I told you who it is; you would say im crazy or stupid, but at least not for me... So I once stood there and thought who could be that great fabulous friend? Who could be that special and true friend? The truest friend ever? Could there be a better friend who looks just like me? An exact copy of me? Then I noticed that it was the reflection of my own self in the mirror!

What GHADA Means

G is for Giddy H is for Heavenly A is for Ambitious D is for Deadly A is for Amazing

What Does Your Name Mean?

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are very passionate and quite temperamental. While you can be moody, you always crave comfort. You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds. You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you. Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing. For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

Do I Follow My Heart or Head?

You Follow Your Heart

You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional. You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly. Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you. You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature. Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind

Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?