<?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-8654201</id><updated>2011-12-30T15:06:18.458-08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Master God Doctor Lesson'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Women Real Beauty'/><title type='text'>SAMA</title><subtitle type='html'>Every Moment Of Our Life Is A Story &amp;amp; A Lesson...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-718734044042464315</id><published>2009-09-18T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:20:15.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>The Bear and the Two Travelers</title><content type='html'>Two men were traveling together, when a Bear suddenly met them on their path. One of them climbed up quickly into a tree and concealed himself in the branches. The other, seeing that he must be attacked, fell flat on the ground, and when the Bear came up and felt him with his snout, and smelt him all over, he held his breath, and feigned the appearance of death as much as he could. The Bear soon left him, for it is said he will not touch a dead body. When he was quite gone, the other Traveler descended from the tree, and jocularly inquired of his friend what it was the Bear had whispered in his ear. "He gave me this advice," his companion replied. "Never travel with a friend who deserts you at the approach of danger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-718734044042464315?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/718734044042464315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=718734044042464315' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/718734044042464315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/718734044042464315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2009/09/bear-and-two-travelers.html' title='The Bear and the Two Travelers'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-1623678606175222283</id><published>2008-07-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:08:20.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Our Time!</title><content type='html'>The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways ,but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Georges Carlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-1623678606175222283?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/1623678606175222283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=1623678606175222283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/1623678606175222283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/1623678606175222283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-time.html' title='Our Time!'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-2694960022335994949</id><published>2007-04-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:34:45.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women Real Beauty'/><title type='text'>Women's Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/RjO93BQ3k2I/AAAAAAAAAII/sLXmSP5lXYc/s1600-h/BeautyTipsw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058595559396840290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/RjO93BQ3k2I/AAAAAAAAAII/sLXmSP5lXYc/s400/BeautyTipsw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-2694960022335994949?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/2694960022335994949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=2694960022335994949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/2694960022335994949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/2694960022335994949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2007/04/womens-beauty.html' title='Women&apos;s Beauty'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/RjO93BQ3k2I/AAAAAAAAAII/sLXmSP5lXYc/s72-c/BeautyTipsw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-344030244485958931</id><published>2007-01-29T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:09:16.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master God Doctor Lesson'/><title type='text'>What Does It Look Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/Rb24xmxlo9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oGE63MS28h4/s1600-h/97803677WjuGKW_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025375921576977362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/Rb24xmxlo9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oGE63MS28h4/s400/97803677WjuGKW_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sassine El Nabbout Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A sick man turned to his doctor, As he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,"Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The doctor was holding the handle of the door; On the other side came a sou ND of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing... I know my Master is there and that is enough."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-344030244485958931?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/344030244485958931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=344030244485958931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/344030244485958931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/344030244485958931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-does-it-look-like.html' title='What Does It Look Like?'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/Rb24xmxlo9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/oGE63MS28h4/s72-c/97803677WjuGKW_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-116129683849841881</id><published>2006-10-19T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:27:18.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is Good...</title><content type='html'>There was a man saying always: everything is good… whatever is the situation or the event… everything is good…&lt;br /&gt;He was a friend of the king… and he filled his life with these words…&lt;br /&gt;One day, and while they were hunting, an accident happened, and the king lost one of his fingers…&lt;br /&gt;Our man said: oh king! That’s a good thing…&lt;br /&gt;The king gets angry, and he put him without discussion in jail…&lt;br /&gt;Many years later, the king was in a trip, and he gets lost in the forest… on the way back, he was lost… and the cannibals kidnapped him…&lt;br /&gt;They took him to their village… they put him near the fire and started dancing…&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, and while desiring to eat his body, one cannibal approached to him… to find what?! He is not a complete man… he is without finger… and they don’t eat incomplete bodies… he asked his friends to stop dancing… he is not complete… release the prisoner…&lt;br /&gt;While going back to his thrown… crying all the way… he remembered his friend… he put him in prison, while he was right…&lt;br /&gt;He goes back to him while saying: forgive me my dear friend; I jailed you all these years for nothing… you were right…&lt;br /&gt;The man asked his king: what happens?&lt;br /&gt;The king told him the story…&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled while saying: that’s good you jailed me all these years…&lt;br /&gt;The king gets angry again: what was the good in jailing you… tell me…&lt;br /&gt;The man said: If I was not in prison, then I must be with you that time… and I’m a complete body…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-116129683849841881?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/116129683849841881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=116129683849841881' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/116129683849841881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/116129683849841881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything-is-good.html' title='Everything Is Good...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-115023644516040060</id><published>2006-06-13T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:07:25.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can A New Strategy Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/The_Blind_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/The_Blind_Man.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/8654201-115023644516040060?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/115023644516040060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=115023644516040060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/115023644516040060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/115023644516040060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-can-new-strategy-change.html' title='How Can A New Strategy Change?'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-114686361253949576</id><published>2006-05-05T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:13:32.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/tyty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/tyty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be careful; earth is not just made to eat from her, but also to take care of her... if not, she will be mad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-114686361253949576?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/114686361253949576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=114686361253949576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114686361253949576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114686361253949576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/05/interaction.html' title='Interaction'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-114686148024470806</id><published>2006-05-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:38:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/ATT3226920.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/ATT3226920.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/ATT3226920.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would choose the inverse position... looking in a mirror and egoism makes of love a hate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-114686148024470806?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/114686148024470806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=114686148024470806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114686148024470806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114686148024470806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/05/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-114641216090335676</id><published>2006-04-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T08:49:20.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Comment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/card16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/card16.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/8654201-114641216090335676?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/114641216090335676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=114641216090335676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114641216090335676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114641216090335676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-comment.html' title='No Comment'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-114640507843802824</id><published>2006-04-30T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:51:18.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You See Yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/comp1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kobayat National Reserve, Akkar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sassine El Nabbout Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is just a decision... when we take it, we can progress whatever the conditions...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sassine El Nabbout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-114268232602077742?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/114268232602077742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=114268232602077742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114268232602077742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114268232602077742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/03/difficulties.html' title='Difficulties'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-114267582863199460</id><published>2006-03-18T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:57:08.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If The Sun Went Away, There Will Be A Next Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/CoucherDeSoleil07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/CoucherDeSoleil07.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/8654201-114267582863199460?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/114267582863199460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=114267582863199460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114267582863199460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/114267582863199460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/03/even-if-sun-went-away-there-will-be.html' title='Even If The Sun Went Away, There Will Be A Next Day...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-113768839882843662</id><published>2006-01-19T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:33:18.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty Can Live Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/IMG_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sassine El Nabbout Photography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-113768839882843662?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/113768839882843662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=113768839882843662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768839882843662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768839882843662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/01/beauty-can-live-everywhere.html' title='The Beauty Can Live Everywhere'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-113768825007492191</id><published>2006-01-19T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:30:50.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Can Stop The Light...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/IMG_01551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/IMG_01551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sassine El Nabbout Photography&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-113768825007492191?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/113768825007492191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=113768825007492191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768825007492191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768825007492191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-one-can-stop-light.html' title='No One Can Stop The Light...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-113768817569002911</id><published>2006-01-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:29:35.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Beauty Lives Only In Modesty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/100-0005_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/100-0005_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sassine El Nabbout Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-113768817569002911?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/113768817569002911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=113768817569002911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768817569002911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768817569002911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/01/lifes-beauty-lives-only-in-modesty.html' title='Life&apos;s Beauty Lives Only In Modesty...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-113768806396170843</id><published>2006-01-19T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:27:43.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Eternal Black Days, In One Moment The Sky Will Open Her Doors, Just Keep Looking To It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/100-0003_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/100-0003_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sassine El Nabbout Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-113768806396170843?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/113768806396170843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=113768806396170843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768806396170843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768806396170843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-is-no-eternal-black-days-in-one.html' title='There Is No Eternal Black Days, In One Moment The Sky Will Open Her Doors, Just Keep Looking To It...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-113768795014048772</id><published>2006-01-19T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:34:46.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Believe In The Appearance, Go Inside Each Heart And See How Much It Is Delicious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/100-0049_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/100-0049_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/100-0047_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/100-0047_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sassine El Nabbout Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-113768795014048772?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/113768795014048772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=113768795014048772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768795014048772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768795014048772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-believe-in-appearance-go-inside.html' title='Dont Believe In The Appearance, Go Inside Each Heart And See How Much It Is Delicious...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-113768776795180604</id><published>2006-01-19T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:22:47.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating for living or living for eating??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/pic14604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/pic14604.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-113768776795180604?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/113768776795180604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=113768776795180604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768776795180604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768776795180604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/01/eating-for-living-or-living-for-eating.html' title='Eating for living or living for eating??'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-113768765103180890</id><published>2006-01-19T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:35:40.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Dont Work Or Collect, But They Have Their Bread Of Everyday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/1600/IMG_9413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5888/425/320/IMG_9413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sassine El Nabbout Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-113768765103180890?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/113768765103180890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=113768765103180890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768765103180890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/113768765103180890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2006/01/they-dont-work-or-collect-but-they.html' title='They Dont Work Or Collect, But They Have Their Bread Of Everyday...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-112897966851024177</id><published>2005-10-10T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:27:48.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Medical Story...</title><content type='html'>They presented a chest Xray to a cardiologist, so he saw only the heart...&lt;br /&gt;Then they presented it to a pulmonary physician and he saw only the lungs...&lt;br /&gt;They presented it also to an orthopedist so he saw only the bones... and so on...&lt;br /&gt;but no one saw it as whole unique image...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what we do always?...&lt;br /&gt;Each one see his site of interest...&lt;br /&gt;So, for one time... see the whole image...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassine El Nabbout MD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-112897966851024177?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/112897966851024177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=112897966851024177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/112897966851024177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/112897966851024177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/10/medical-story.html' title='A Medical Story...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-112585306357976970</id><published>2005-09-04T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:57:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Were Dead...</title><content type='html'>One day, a six persons was walking on the snow! So the night came rapidly! They camped in a place and made a fire… in the late night, the fire was about to die… no more wood… but, every one of the six had in his hand a peace of wood… they must use them to continue alive…&lt;br /&gt;The women, number one, looked around to the group, and she saw a black man… so she said in her heart: I will not use it to keep this black shit alive… and she didn’t give her piece…&lt;br /&gt;The number two was a rich man, he looked to the group… and said in his heart: why must I help all these poor shit… and he kept the piece with him…&lt;br /&gt;The number three was a poor man… he looked to the group… and said in his heart: why must I help all these rich people that have no mercy… and he kept the piece with him…&lt;br /&gt;Number four was an educated man… he also looked to the group… and said in his heart: I will keep it with me to the end…&lt;br /&gt;Number five was the black man… he also looked… and said in his heart: I will not help these white shit… they hate us…&lt;br /&gt;Number six was one from a type: give me to give you… and for sure he kept the piece of wood with him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day… the police was searching for them… and they found them all dead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;strong&gt;Sassine Michel El Nabbout MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-112585306357976970?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/112585306357976970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=112585306357976970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/112585306357976970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/112585306357976970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-were-dead.html' title='All Were Dead...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-112585202685058510</id><published>2005-09-04T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:40:29.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Candles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/09/four-candles.html' title='The Four Candles!'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-111937144189680456</id><published>2005-06-21T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:30:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exchange...</title><content type='html'>When the grain touched the soil, she stayed there is in silence and coldness… till she heard the sound of soil asking her to share there power… but the small grain refused… saying I don’t want to use you… but the soil responded: no, you are not using me… just let me express my power through you… and that what happens after her acceptance… the small grain grew… giving small green branches and papers and flowers…&lt;br /&gt;One day, a sheep was passing by there and he liked to eat the small plant… by he didn’t want to use her… but the small plant, that was a small grain said: no, please eat me… let me express my power through your hair, your meat, your voice… and that what happens…&lt;br /&gt;One day, the small farmer child came angry, while crying to see his lovely sheep… the sheep asked: why are you crying?... the small child responded: my dad will kill you on my birthday to be eaten… and you know how much I love you, so I wouldn’t accept to eat you… but the sheep responded: no, you know how much I love you… please, eat me… so every part of me will be a part of you…&lt;br /&gt;Do we accept one day to give each other a small part of us… a small part of our love…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-111937144189680456?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/111937144189680456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=111937144189680456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111937144189680456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111937144189680456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/06/exchange.html' title='Exchange...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-111731812134642328</id><published>2005-05-28T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T15:08:41.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing Loss...</title><content type='html'>One day, a woman made a jacket to her husband… and her man was so proud to wear it…&lt;br /&gt;While walking in the street, the people were looking at him while saying: today is so beautiful… and he was responding: thank you, my madam did it, thank you…&lt;br /&gt;He came home, and he said: the jacket you made makes a beautiful impression on the people I saw today… she responded: I will make the launch in one hour…&lt;br /&gt;And the woman went to ask her daughter: are you hungry now???  The daughter responded: mom, I love this guy… I love him &amp; I want him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is funny, but this is what is happening with us may times per day… this is our new disease of the century… hearing loss…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-111731812134642328?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/111731812134642328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=111731812134642328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111731812134642328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111731812134642328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/05/hearing-loss.html' title='Hearing Loss...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-111731799302467281</id><published>2005-05-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T15:06:33.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for...</title><content type='html'>One day, a young man visited an old one that live in the deep forest, away from every human stress or influence… the young man was a very educated one, that always overwork… he came to ask the old man a question… but in contrast &amp;amp; reality, he didn’t stop talking about himself, about everything he did in his life… while talking, the old man was adding water to a cup, and he continued to do that, even that it is almost full, and all the added water was going outside…&lt;br /&gt;So surprised, the young man asked: why you are doing that, all the water you are adding is lost…&lt;br /&gt;The old man said: this is what is happening to you… son, just keep a small time for life, for love, for god…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-111731799302467281?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/111731799302467281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=111731799302467281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111731799302467281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111731799302467281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-for.html' title='Time for...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-111731764438803914</id><published>2005-05-28T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T15:00:44.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the criminal?</title><content type='html'>One day, a young man was judged guilty of steeling a bank in the city, and his punishment was death… the young man was asked to have a last wish before dying…&lt;br /&gt;He asked them to let him see his mum!... and for sure they took her to near him… when he was close to her, he hugged her powerfully while crying… and all the mob was surprised of how much he is sensitive… then , while hugging her, he bitted her neck, until the blood came out of it… so the policemen took his rapidly, while all the people was saying: what a dangerous criminal man?!!... he must die…&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked him why he did like that?...&lt;br /&gt;The young man answered: because she is the cause of my situation now…&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I steeled the chicken of our neighbor, and she was happy for what I did… when I was more young, I continued to steel all what I see… and she was always happy for that… even, when I come to home with empty hands, she always cried on me…&lt;br /&gt;So, the judge changed his decision…&lt;br /&gt;The mom was taken to death… and the young guy to freedom…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassine El Nabbout MD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-111731764438803914?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/111731764438803914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=111731764438803914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111731764438803914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111731764438803914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-is-criminal.html' title='Who is the criminal?'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-111368483879738750</id><published>2005-04-16T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:53:58.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach With 100$...</title><content type='html'>One day, a teacher took 100$ in his hands, &amp;amp; show it to his students while asking them: who wants it?…&lt;br /&gt;All the students raise their hands…&lt;br /&gt;Then he wrap it asking again: who wants it?…&lt;br /&gt;Also, all the students raise their hands…&lt;br /&gt;Then he put it in a cup of water asking who wants it?…&lt;br /&gt;All said we want it…&lt;br /&gt;He put it in the sand also asking??…&lt;br /&gt;All raised their hands…&lt;br /&gt;He said to them all: your importance resides in you…&lt;br /&gt;As you pass in hard situations, your form maybe changed, but you are always the same one…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-111368483879738750?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/111368483879738750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=111368483879738750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111368483879738750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111368483879738750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/04/teach-with-100.html' title='Teach With 100$...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-111368471466400493</id><published>2005-04-16T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:51:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To Him...</title><content type='html'>One day, a boy had a problem with his friend… the friend tried to defend himself, but no way… the boy refused to hear anything from him &amp; he went sad to home…&lt;br /&gt;His mother knew what happens…&lt;br /&gt;The boy had to attend on a film… he was waiting for that a whole week!!!&lt;br /&gt;But his mother said to him seriously: I cannot hear the high volume, so please while watching keep the TV silent…&lt;br /&gt;And that was what the boy did… but surely he was unhappy…&lt;br /&gt;After that the mom said to him: tell me about the film…&lt;br /&gt;And he responded: I couldn’t understand anything from it because all the time the TV was silent…&lt;br /&gt;The mom said: then go &amp;amp; listen to your friend to understand…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-111368471466400493?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/111368471466400493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=111368471466400493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111368471466400493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111368471466400493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/04/listen-to-him.html' title='Listen To Him...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-111108987997743408</id><published>2005-03-17T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T12:04:39.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's ways</title><content type='html'>One day , a big ship was lost in the sea, but only one sailor survived... And he stayed on a small island, alone... he built a house from wood, and lived there for long time, but he was so sad to be alone...&lt;br /&gt;One day, while searching in the forest for wood to keep his fire on, he came back to his house to see the flame burning it all...&lt;br /&gt;He stayed near the sea, crying &amp; asking god: why me god??... why me?...&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he heard the sound of a ship coming to him!&lt;br /&gt;The sailors approached to him saying : we saw the fire from away, so we thinked there is something wrong &amp;amp; we came to help you... And you are now saved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-111108987997743408?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/111108987997743408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=111108987997743408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111108987997743408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111108987997743408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/03/gods-ways.html' title='God&apos;s ways'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-111108883725186710</id><published>2005-03-17T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:47:17.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange But Real...</title><content type='html'>I was staying in my room, anxious... searching on an important paper needed in my university! And , while the time was passing , i was more &amp; more angry, because this one was very important to me! &amp;amp; it was only 2 days that i changed the position of my books on the table! but i couldnt also find it that time!&lt;br /&gt;while searching, a big book fall down from the table on my right foot! and this was very painful for a while! And everyone of you know how much my anger blows up!&lt;br /&gt;Then while bowing down to take the book up to the table a paper falls down from it &amp; it was the one that i passed days searching on!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot at that moment describe my feelings! i was really so happy! not only because i finded the paper! but because i felt how much is my god is near me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-111108883725186710?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/111108883725186710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=111108883725186710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111108883725186710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/111108883725186710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/03/strange-but-real.html' title='Strange But Real...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-110762635341604487</id><published>2005-02-05T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T09:59:13.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is wrong?…</title><content type='html'>One day, there was a man staying with his friend. The first said to the second, look at our neighbor, he is losing all his time without any benefit or target. So the other responded: how did you know?He said: I watched him all the day….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-110762635341604487?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/110762635341604487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=110762635341604487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110762635341604487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110762635341604487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-is-wrong.html' title='Who is wrong?…'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-110642391622645954</id><published>2005-01-22T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:58:36.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a cloud...</title><content type='html'>One day, a small cloud passes above a desert… &amp; while flying &amp;amp; viewing the world from above , she saw a small hill there , shining with her gold sands, &amp; she liked her… she asked her: how can I meet u??&lt;br /&gt;The hill responded: you must be a rain to meet me…&lt;br /&gt;But the cloud became sad , because she knew that when she is a rain she will die…&lt;br /&gt;The hill saw her, &amp;amp; said: your rain make my face full of flowers &amp; life…&lt;br /&gt;So the cloud became very happy &amp;amp; she said : then , I accept to die if that makes you happy &amp;amp; beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-110642391622645954?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/110642391622645954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=110642391622645954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110642391622645954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110642391622645954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/01/story-of-cloud.html' title='The story of a cloud...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-110642385878627834</id><published>2005-01-22T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:57:38.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities...</title><content type='html'>The teacher took a vase with his hand, &amp; he filled it with stones. Then he asked his students if its full??... so they said yes. But the teacher responded no its not filled, &amp;amp; he put a cup of sand in it. Then he asked again, is it full now ?? so the students responded no because they knew his way of thinking. He said , true… &amp; he took a cup of water &amp;amp; filled the vase again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he asked his students, what do u get a message from that??&lt;br /&gt;A student responded: we can always insert something in what we think its full…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the teacher said again: false, what we get as message is that we must put things in order &amp;amp; according to priorities in our life… if we put first the water we was unable to put anything else. So in your life put first the big priorities then the small ones…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-110642385878627834?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/110642385878627834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=110642385878627834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110642385878627834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110642385878627834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2005/01/priorities.html' title='Priorities...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-110453446739085317</id><published>2004-12-31T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T15:07:47.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The King &amp; The Philosopher...</title><content type='html'>One day a king asked a philosopher: who is god?&lt;br /&gt;The Philosopher responded: come in 2 days &amp;amp; i will give you the response...&lt;br /&gt;He cames in 2 days, but the man asked him to come in another 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;And each time he did like that...&lt;br /&gt;So the king asked him if dont know the response?&lt;br /&gt;The philosopher said: i couldnt understand god in my small brain!&lt;br /&gt;But if i'm a child , i would do it to u easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-110453446739085317?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/110453446739085317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=110453446739085317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110453446739085317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110453446739085317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/12/king-philosopher.html' title='The King &amp; The Philosopher...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-110339779899710591</id><published>2004-12-18T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T11:23:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a woman &amp; a man…</title><content type='html'>A man was going in a trip with his wife… they entered the river with their boat. Then a storm happened, the woman was there so afraid, but her husband was so cool! So she asked him why he is like that?!...&lt;br /&gt;He took his sward &amp; put it on the neck of his wife!&lt;br /&gt;So she started laughing!&lt;br /&gt;He asked her: why are you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;She said: because this sward in your hand will not hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;So he said: then, how can a sward in the hand of god hurt me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-110339779899710591?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/110339779899710591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=110339779899710591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110339779899710591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110339779899710591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/12/story-of-woman-man.html' title='The story of a woman &amp; a man…'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-110277445826027398</id><published>2004-12-11T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T06:14:18.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Free &amp; the Slave</title><content type='html'>One day, a philosopher was taken as slave by an army... they sent him to their country, where he was put in the market...&lt;br /&gt;He was staying there in rest &amp; peace , waiting to someone to buy him!...&lt;br /&gt;He saw a rich guy! staying , disturbed, with an unstable look!&lt;br /&gt;So he said to them: please let this guy buy me, because he really need a master!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-110277445826027398?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/110277445826027398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=110277445826027398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110277445826027398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110277445826027398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/12/free-slave.html' title='The Free &amp; the Slave'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-110002915851242984</id><published>2004-11-09T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:39:18.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child &amp; his Mother …</title><content type='html'>There was in the school a ceremony, where every child was chosen for a work … our little child was waiting to take the job of actor … he worked so much for it … so much until his mum had too much fear that her child may be will be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;The day that precede the day of the ceremony, the child came hurry to his mum, so happy… she asked him: did you get the role of actor.&lt;br /&gt;He said: no, no mum, they choose me to watch and encourage my friends …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-110002915851242984?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/110002915851242984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=110002915851242984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110002915851242984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/110002915851242984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/11/child-his-mother.html' title='A Child &amp; his Mother …'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-109982929151396819</id><published>2004-11-07T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T04:08:11.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay with me ...</title><content type='html'>One day , a boy waited that his dad return to home !&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he said :&lt;br /&gt;Papa , can i ask you one question ?&lt;br /&gt;He said : ask ?&lt;br /&gt;The boy said : how much you get money if you work one hour ?&lt;br /&gt;So the father got angry &amp;amp; he shout his son , that run away to his room crying ...&lt;br /&gt;After that , the father felt that he is guilty , he entered to his son to ask him forgivness &amp; to ask what he want from that ?&lt;br /&gt;So the boy said : can u Papa give me 10 $.The dad said , i work for one hour to get 20 $ &amp;amp; you are asking me now to give 10 $ to you.&lt;br /&gt;So the kid started to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;The dad , took 10 $ from his pocket &amp; gave it to his son ...&lt;br /&gt;Then the son took from his pocket 10 $ &amp;amp; added it to the dad 10 $.&amp;amp; gave them to his papa , saying :&lt;br /&gt;Papa , those are 20 $ , can you stay with me one hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-109982929151396819?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/109982929151396819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=109982929151396819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109982929151396819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109982929151396819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/11/stay-with-me.html' title='Stay with me ...'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-109913833102842988</id><published>2004-10-30T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T05:12:11.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruit</title><content type='html'>There was a guy that dont like anything &amp; blame god on everything ... while walking in the forest he saw a big pin tree , that have small fruits , so he said , god didnt make it well , there is an error in it , how can a such big tree give such a small fruit ?!...&lt;br /&gt;Then , he saw a small vegetable , that is giving rise to a big fruit &amp;amp; he repeted the same words , god commit an error in making it ...&lt;br /&gt;When he returned , he slept on the base of the big tree ... while sleeping , a small fruit fall down from the tree on his head ... he woke up saying , thanks god that this big tree has small sized fruits ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-109913833102842988?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/109913833102842988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=109913833102842988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109913833102842988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109913833102842988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/10/fruit.html' title='The Fruit'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-109913824212601071</id><published>2004-10-30T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T05:10:42.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>One day , there was a very rich man that had a very ugly daughter ... very ugly until that no one even accepted to mary her ...&lt;br /&gt;This man want to find a husband to his girl , but he couldnt find a one that would accept her ... so he decided to get for her a blind man , so he can accept her because he cannot see her ...&lt;br /&gt;There was a brave doctor passing in the region , a one that was specialized in the eyes , and there was many cases with him that could see after long time of blindness ...The poor blind man , who dont have money , went to ask his rich oncle to get some money to be treated , so he can see ... But the man refused , because he dont want him to see his daughter ...&lt;br /&gt;How many times , we refuse that the others know our truth &amp;amp; how many times we close our own eyes to not see any truth ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-109913824212601071?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/109913824212601071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=109913824212601071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109913824212601071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109913824212601071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/10/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-109913813190610173</id><published>2004-10-30T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T05:08:51.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wisdom</title><content type='html'>A young man asked god to have the wisdom ...He oriented him to the house of an old man living in the high mountains ...&lt;br /&gt;He asked him the wisdom ...So the old man said : i want u to put oil in a small cap &amp; walk with it , but be carefull to not lose any cc from it ... go on this road &amp;amp; when you finish come back to me ...&lt;br /&gt;The time passed , then the boy came back with the cap full of oil ...&lt;br /&gt;he said to the old man , i didnt lose anything from it ...&lt;br /&gt;So the old man said :Did you saw the nature beauty there ?...&lt;br /&gt;So the man responded : no i couldnt ...&lt;br /&gt;So he asked him to re go on the same road &amp;amp; look on the nature wonders right there ....&lt;br /&gt;When he get back , he was mismerized by all this beauty ...&lt;br /&gt;The young man asked him : where is the wisdom ?...&lt;br /&gt;So the old said : to find the balance between them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-109913813190610173?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/109913813190610173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=109913813190610173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109913813190610173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109913813190610173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/10/wisdom.html' title='The Wisdom'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-109846918751293655</id><published>2004-10-22T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:19:47.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Player</title><content type='html'>One day , when a circus started to fail to have visitors , the owner asked one player to do a game never done before ... And we accepted to start , he asked his friends : what do u say ? can i do it ? so they said : surely yes ...&lt;br /&gt;And he did it ...&lt;br /&gt;A second time , he did a more dangerous game , and also he asked his friends : can i do it ?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he got the same response ...&lt;br /&gt;A third time , he walked on a a thin cable , &amp;amp; all the people was saying great , great ...&lt;br /&gt;So when he asked , i want to walk on this thing cable on a bicycle , who's from you wants to be here behind me , so they started to look at each other &amp;amp; no one accepted to do it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-109846918751293655?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/109846918751293655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=109846918751293655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109846918751293655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109846918751293655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/10/player.html' title='The Player'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-109795184078867721</id><published>2004-10-16T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T11:37:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comma</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;One day , a professor joined all his students , and signed to be together , forever in the same group .&lt;br /&gt;While signing , the professor started to distribute on them , a sign ... a comma ( , ) like sign ...&lt;br /&gt;So the students asked him :&lt;br /&gt;Why did you choose professor , a sign used to separate the different part of a phrase ?&lt;br /&gt;So he answered :&lt;br /&gt;No , it is just a continuation ... let the other continue , so you will have the best phrase , life ... dont ever use a point , to say , everything is over ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-109795184078867721?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/109795184078867721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=109795184078867721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109795184078867721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109795184078867721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/10/comma.html' title='The Comma'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-109777295421060127</id><published>2004-10-14T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T09:55:54.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working for u ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day , a very old man was walking in the forest , &amp; he wrongly choosed a wrong hard way to pass ...&lt;br /&gt;When he got the other side , he started to make a bridge to connect the two sides , without passing by this way again !...&lt;br /&gt;A man was looking at what this old man was doing , &amp;amp; he was so curious to know why he is doing this bridge !&lt;br /&gt;So he asked him :&lt;br /&gt;Sir , why you are constructing this bridge , &amp;amp; you r too old to repass it even one time again ...&lt;br /&gt;So the old man said :&lt;br /&gt;I'm making it , just for the others , so they will not use the wrong way again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-109777295421060127?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/109777295421060127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=109777295421060127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109777295421060127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109777295421060127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/10/working-for-u_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8654201.post-109735410156312590</id><published>2004-10-09T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:35:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Poor We Are ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;One day a father and his rich family took his son to a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be.&lt;br /&gt;They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;"Very good Dad!" "Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;"And what did you learn?"&lt;br /&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon." When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;His son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8654201-109735410156312590?l=shortlesson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/feeds/109735410156312590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8654201&amp;postID=109735410156312590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109735410156312590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8654201/posts/default/109735410156312590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortlesson.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-poor-we-are.html' title='How Poor We Are ??'/><author><name>Sassine And Marwa El Nabbout</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06641212097619467955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XV2PKXlkT4A/S6dQuWbxNWI/AAAAAAAAAog/yfvGD2qXf9c/S220/SAMA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
