Nana's Blog

look to the moon and you will see me waiting for you as the moon waits for the sun in his lonely nights to shine on him and to print on his face a smile. A smile full of joy and happiness...

9/30/2005

3 flowers.. tsihihi...

2 flowers.. heh

flower...!!

9/26/2005

I Miss The Moon......

u look so beautiful sis...

isn't she gorgios !!!!!

odo dallou3a, she's a beauty... they say she looks like here aunt ... lol

sami took this picture alone.. look at him he's becomin a man

9/24/2005

ma3oufe.. lol

there...u can choose the light u wanna sit in.. so we chose the green one... ;)

great times at Li-la beach.. our second favorite place.... Bamboleioooo... Bamboleiaaaa...

my favorite place ever

at Penguin

9/20/2005

mosaic

happy.. forever

9/19/2005

written on this photo: a sister is one of the nicest things that can happen to anyone. and this is very true

innocence

definitely...i was NOT watching football.

9/18/2005

new.. ;)

9/17/2005

dreamy

9/15/2005

sabahoo

the red panda

9/10/2005

i saw ME in my dream.. heh

hayda christian THE man :)

Name: Sawsan

When u hear the angles whispering God’s praise, & when the river spills tenderly and proudly, & the sea embraces the mountain in harmony, & when the moon talks to u in clear July nights, & the sun plays around with you on the warm April snow, Just then, you surely are in Lebanon. I was enjoying my last teens when we were forced to leave the land where the ringing of the church bells competes with the shouts of God from the minarets of the mosques. I was forced to leave because I believed in the goal which Lebanon personified, the goal of living in the middle of the death that existed in the Middle East region. I was forced to leave because the crows lead & rule this nation of peace. I left…… leaving there my life, my smiles, my cries, my squalls of love, in which flowers were the scene of this love’s birth, & my heart beatings garnished the roads upon that meeting, which represents love, pledge & aspiration. Do not ask me who am I …. I'm like the October bloom; I'm a Lebanese girl, high fronted like Sannin, the lily whose fragrance is among all basils.

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