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Saturday, April 05, 2008


If you think that my repeated visits to the neighbors house recently, are strictly to answer their calls to help with their computers problems and got nothing to do with the cute 19 years old 6 feet tall daughter that just moved to live with them, you would be sadly mistaken. However i would appreciate very much how highly you think of me:D

**kidding kidding ya qalbal mukhrij:D**


In one of the visits to their place, which happens to be conveniently sitting 6 feet away of our door, i noticed a little pile of books sleeping on a chair somewhere -and i happened to look at the chair's direction because it was close to the computer and nothing else, of course!- so i reached and held the books, half a dozen of palm-size books, having shiny covers carrying long titles written in a big bright English font. Now for you who don't know yet, i developed a love relation with these little palm-size books, started when the nice Chikitita gave me the book of All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten which i enjoyed very much, if you haven't read that one i think you should:), and it seems that that passion for these books was showing in my eyes when i held the books -or in my mouth, i might have been drooling- which made their mother offer me to take them, "Enjoy yourself! i was about to get rid of them, i had them from back in the time i was in college" said the mother, "yippee:D", thought Khalid :P

Later on in our place, and after i was done day dreaming about... the computers! **yaba walla datshaqa!** i checked the books and while most of them had novel-y titles one of them caught my attention, it said something about a "story of a man whose love to his country was equaled by nothing but his love to freedom" hmmm! interesting! i thought!

And that's when the journey with Patrick Henry began.

I fell in love with the story of that man **that's a lot of falling in love in one post** and his freedom loving spirit, his courage, the way he sees nothing below the sky as a limit. His iron voice and his firing words ring in my ears although I never heard them spoken. The way that country boy, a failure at everything in life until the age of 24, an unemployed family man with children, thought that he can make something out of himself, and made a nation. It inspires me beyond imagination, i have always believed and repeated to others, how i believe that one man can change a nation, how one man can change the world indeed, it takes only one man, that has the ability to say the right word, in the right place, the right way, to be able to lead the masses, it takes one man indeed, to lead the masses into achieving history-size victories.

I pray that if i wasn't meant to be that man, to able to find him at least, and to be of help to this nation to gain unity and liberty one day.


during a great speech, the appearance of the speaker always changes. Patrick henry seemed to grow taller, and his eyes brighter, as his powerful voice was heard throughout the church.

"They tell us sir that we are weak, unable to fight an enemy so powerful. but when shall we be stronger? will it be the next week? or the next year? will it be when our guns are taken away from us? and a British soldier is inside every house?"
" Sir, we are not weak, if we know how to use those things which the God of nature placed in our power. Three million people armed for liberty and in such a country as ours, can not loose"

"The battle sir, is not to the strong alone. It is to the ever watchful, the quick, the daring. It is too late now to move back, there is no way out but in slavery"

"Gentlemen may cry peace, peace. but there is no peace. our brothers are already in the battlefield. Why stand we here doing nothing? is life to dear, or peace so sweet, that we can buy it at the price of slavery?"

Patrick lowered his head and crossed his hands as if they were tied together. After a moment of silence he raised his eyes and hands towards the heaven, and said in a voice that seemed to reach deep in every ear "Do not allow it, oh, God" He slowly looked down at the ground, his hands still crossed, one over the other, as if they were tied. He seemed weighted down, as a man who had lost all hope.

"i know not what course others may take..."

suddenly he stood, and said:
"But as for me..."

He spoke the words through a firmly set mouth, his white face and bright eyes becoming fearful to look upon. Men moved forward in their seats, their faces white their eyes angry. Then came the loud, clear word:

"Give me liberty..."

And he said the word liberty slowly and carefully, everyone in the church looked at him. Then, he uncrossed his hands and raised his arms, his face now shining with joy. He stood straight and unafraid - a free man.

He stopped, and then he let his left arm fall powerless to his side and raised his right, pointing towards his heart, as if he were going to kill himself. In a slow and even words, he said:

"or give me death!"

Not a word was spoken; nor a sound was heard. And if ever a silence was powerful, that one was. For in that silence, the wheels of history were moving. As happen perhaps once in a life time, the right words, beautifully spoken by one leader, had decided the course of the future.

------------------------------------**End of quotes**

At the end, Patrick dies next to his beautiful Dorothy and 17 children, lived like an honorable man and a loving father and husband, and died right where he loved, in their house in the country, surrounded with trees and birds, where his freedom-loving soul belongs.

*A tear*

A moment of silence and piece for all the Patrick Henries of the world.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

“A tear is so dear, but to be shed over a nobleman’s deed is noble, indeed.”

Qalbal mukhrij**

4/06/2008 09:39:00 AM  
Blogger CMAR II said...

Patrick Henry was a great American. However, it should be noted that when the Constitutional Congress met to create a new government because Conferation of the States was found so deficient that it was likely to destroy the Union all together, Patrick Henry abstained (boycotted) the convention because he "smelt a rat".

In the end, Henry was wrong about the changes in his country. Yet, he was wise enough to accept those changes and to not wish devastation on his land to ensure his own vision for it.

4/06/2008 07:26:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Was he a catholic?

And shush-up cmar ii, you always try to twist the facts to suit your own fairy story. It seems to me you only ever want to drive people apart.

4/10/2008 09:38:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is that a painting of him? He has quite a big nose in it. My grandmother had quite a big nose, she was a very peaceful person and to this day I can remember some of her last words, which were, "I think I'll have another piece..", right before she left us. She was a christian and some of her great grand children ended up something else - she loved every one of them but was quite concerned about the ones who became scientologists. Is this a little off topic? Maybe but perhaps in the wider scheme of things my grandmother had absolutely the best intentions and would never care to see any of this war happening now. She would ignore it except to mutter at the news what a lot of nonsense it all is, and what a lot of lies. And then she would go and dig in her raspberry patch. She wasn't much of a one for propaganda and could smell a rat a mile off.

4/10/2008 10:02:00 AM  
Blogger attawie said...

There’s nothing in life better than being safe and settled down in a homeland where one would be surrounded by family and loved ones, let along the cute 19 years old 6 feet tall neighbor’s daughter ;)
One of the inspiring stories I read from “Chicken Soup for the Soul” series which resembles “All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten” but by different authors, was about how an individual can change the world by changing him/herself. By changing yourself, you’ll be able to change people you’re in touch with, and on the other hand all those people can change others. Almost like the chain of “Pay it Forward” movie.
Like smiling :) it’s contagious :)
But on another note, you can’t paint the entire world with one colour, and there’s room for everyone on earth. And since we’re speaking of freedom and liberty, it amazes me how human nature, regarding warfare, over the millenniums, is still the same. And no matter who the occupiers are, no matter how many years it lasts, a rebel would come to lead the masses towards the light.
ولا بد للليل ان ينجلي و لا بد للقيد ان ينكسر

P.S. My pc had some psychological problems, couldn't comment earlier :)

4/16/2008 03:34:00 AM  
Blogger bb_aisha said...

patrick henry is a rarity-a person who stood by his principles. there are too few such people nowadays, & that's why oppression continues

*ahem* of course you're only visiting for the cute daughter:-p

4/18/2008 09:18:00 AM  

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