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                <title>Morning Visitors -- Short Story</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 14:04:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In the dawn, I have visitors in my room. They sneak through the window. First, they lighten the place. Then, they run over my cheeks play with my eyelashes. I hear a sweet giggling. Oh my God, again they got stuck between my hairs. I send them free with my fingers. As a reward, they warm my tips. They go around my neck and guess why? To smell their favorite fragrance I have put the night before. They have a tour through each corner of my room. The sparkle of my pink lip gloss attracted them but unfortunately they can not try it out. They go through my golden jewelry to make them shine. Ops, they have stopped near the perfume bottle. What are they doing? They are trying to dress its fragrance to smell as I do. They are happy because I left it opened last night. They have noticed that I am staring. They run quickly to hide behind my white teddy bear. How cute, they have such shinny and innocent eyes. They were smiling as if they were telling me to forgive them because they were playing with my stuff. As usual, they started to go over my shelves. They like to compete among them who can get the order of the books over the shelves right. Ops! I left my diary opened last night. I jumped from my bed to close it, but they were faster than me. They read only the first line and then it had been closed. They were begging me to open it and wanting to know who made me sad last night. I ignored them and lay back on my bed. They returned back to their uncompleted tour. They like to pass by the candles all over my room and play with the remaining wax. They heard the birds out of my room singing. To pass from the closed door to the banned area was their wish and dream in every visit. You can feel that they are like a child who wants to discover every single thing in this huge world. The clock beeped, time to leave my morning friends. Tomorrow, pass by and wake me up. Thank God, it is summer time, no clouds to cover the sun and prevent my morning friends from visiting me. Actullay, I really miss them in the winter time. The rain drops over my window bring their regards. They hate it when it is time to leave. I do not wonder why? After the all fun they had in my room.  They feel jealous from the light bulbs all over my room because their light strings live every single moment with me. They know when I am happy and when and why I feel sad. When my tears fall over my cheeks and they know why while they do not.  They are only morning visitors who come one day without knowing would they come back again. <br />
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Goodbye my lovely and loyal friends. Say hi to your mother, the sun, deliver my regards and ask her to not be so hot on us in the day time. In their way out, they do not have the speed they had when they first entered. You can feel them pulling their steps. Each one of them is pushing the one next to it to be the first to leave. However, they do not forget to kiss my cheeks before leaving and make them blush by flirting me about how lovely my eyes look in the morning. They like it when I blush, so they can stay longer with me. They make me forget about their departure, but their mom did not. The sun started to move and they started to leave my room one after another with sparkling tears on their cheeks. The last one was promising me to come tomorrow again. He wishes me a lovely day. I said Goodbye shinny rays. Then, I returned to my boring life and waiting for the sun to rise again tomorrow and to welcome my morning visitors. <br />
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									Dove<br />
									2nd- july-2003<br />
									8:15am <br />
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P.S. It is my first and only attempt to write a short story. I have written it long time ago and wanted to share it with you. <br />
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Opinions are much appreciated <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rose.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":rose:" title="Rose" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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                <title>Ya Emarat ebtasemy Lel Emarat &lt;3</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 04:01:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ya Mont5bna Ya El '3aley.. Rafe3 3almna Bel3aley.. <br />
Emarat Ya belady we96 el 3ain o fewady.. <br />
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I wish my next entry would be celeberating the big win the Khalejee Cup..<br />
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Enshallah el kass yedeeeed.. o abyaa'9 akeeed..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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                <title>The Fifth Duty</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 01:56:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Salam All..<br />
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I am so glad Deviant Art is back. I have lots of things to post and share. This will be on hold for one whole week, I am leaving to the most percious land in this whole World <b>Makkah</b>. I am going to practice the Fifth Duty in Islam which is Haj. This morning I woke up with a weird feeling, I am already feeling the spirtual of the cmoing days. <br />
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Just wana say Goodbye, o esmo7ah.. <br />
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astwed3kom Allah Althey la ta'9ie3o wadae3oh..<br />
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P.S. For non-Muslims here is a link to read more about Haj <a href="http://www.islamway.com/newenglish/bindex.php?section=article&id=59">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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                <title>Out of Inspiration</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 12:22:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Blank is my mind, disturbed is my vision and lost is my creativity. For some reason or another I can't capture one decent picture any more. I feel Ive lost it forever. Any picture I shoot recently has no sense, no feeling and no meaning and I am so not satisfied with the outcome. It is such a disturbing feeling, when you feel that you have just lost it. All the stuff I am posting are some of my old shots, I have taken the past couple of years. When I feel hopeless, I dig into those old folders to a picture in order to post. The feeling kills me the most when i see what kind of work I used to produce and what kind of useless boring work I ended up with now. I know some of you would say it is a phase every photographer and artist passed by from time to time, but with me I feel it is lasting and it is so depressing. <br />
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I think this post is all about what is disturbing and giving me this blue mood. Whenever I want to write my thoughts, poems, or anything else, it is difficult for me to write it down directly from my mind to the keyboard. I have to grab a pen & paper and at that exact moment my ideas and words will just flow down on the paper. I feel it is weird and awkward, I was the only one back at the university who writes her essays and papers first on papers then type them down. And since I had started writing poems, I cant type, I have to write them. <br />
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Now I am wondering, <b>Am I the only one </b>or any one out there is experiencing the same phase and feel inspired writing and not typing? <br />
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P.S. <a href="http://dreeamyeyes.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/d/r/dreeamyeyes.png" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="dreeamyeyes" /></a> & <a href="http://seren-d-ipity.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/e/seren-d-ipity.png" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="seren-d-ipity" /></a>.. A7san Allah 3zakom dears.. Leallah ma a5ath o leallah ma a36a o kl shy 3ndeh bajal mosama.. Allah ey9aberkom ya rab.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/petting.gif" width="35" height="15" alt=":petting:" title="Petting is sensual!" />  <br />
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<b>I want to apologize for not being around as before and for not replying everyone who had been commenting and faving my work for the past days and for my contacts who I haven't been commenting to your work.. You all pardon me I am living this out of inspiration phase where i feel so un-productive.</b><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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                <title>Have been Tagged ~&gt; Long time ago :x</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 20:00:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey everyone <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wave.gif" width="25" height="20" alt=":wave:" title="Hi!" /> <br />
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It my very 1st experience with taggings! Never tried it before and this time :thumbseren-d-ipity: had tagged me! ~> i know i am late <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":x" title=":x (Mad)" /> but late better than never <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" />..<br />
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So let me start.. <br />
<b><br />
1- Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4. what is written ?</b><br />
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I know I know it, of course I know it. Everyone knows who<br />
<br />
<b>2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. what can u grap? or touch ?</b> <br />
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My inhaler <br />
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<b>3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?</b><br />
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You know i can't really remember when was the last time i ve watched TV <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/o/ohmygod.gif" width="26" height="18" alt=":ohmygod:" title="OMG!" />! <br />
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<b>4. Without looking, guess what time it is: </b><br />
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7:45 am<br />
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<b>5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?</b><br />
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7:38 am<br />
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<b>6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?</b><br />
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The birds outside my window.. <br />
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<b>7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?</b><br />
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yesterday ,, went to my brother house to finish up some stuff over there.<br />
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<b>8. What are you wearing? </b><br />
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PJs.<br />
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<b>9. Did you dream last night? what?</b> <br />
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Nah <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":x" title=":x (Mad)" /><br />
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<b>10. What is on the walls of the room you are in? </b><br />
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Nothing just plain white walls. <br />
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<b>11. Seen anything weird lately?</b><br />
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mmmm everything nowadays is weird<br />
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<b>12. What is the last film you saw? </b><br />
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Great Expectations <br />
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<b>13. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?</b><br />
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I ll start my dream resturant business. Chef Dovaneh hahahay <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rofl.gif" width="29" height="27" alt=":rofl:" title="rofl" /><br />
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<b>14. Tell me something about you that I don't know:</b><br />
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I cry easily!<br />
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<b>15. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?</b><br />
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I'll make zero poor people in my counrty 1st then the whole world.<br />
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<b>16. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?</b><br />
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LOL never thought of it.. just waiting 4 the right time <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br />
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<b>17. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? </b><br />
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haven't either <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> <br />
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<b>18. Would you ever consider living abroad? where? </b><br />
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Yes.. Al Madinah.. <br />
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AT LAST! lol ppl who want to torture me just tag me.. it is not that fun to answer those Qs :/ my brain hurts i thought ALOT! <br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wave.gif" width="25" height="20" alt=":wave:" title="Hi!" /> see ya all soon!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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                <title>= Kids with camera</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 13:56:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One month ago, I was bored to death in a weekend evening. I was craving watching any movie. When I checked Showtimes movie list, nothing was interesting at all and most of them I have already watched. Just one movie had grabbed my attention. Half an hour was left so I googled the movie as I always do to know more about what I will be watching. When I read the description, I was so right and from the beginning I felt this movie was worth every bit of my attention. It was actually a documentary film which was the winner of the best documentary in the Oscar for the year 2004. <br />
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The main characters in this film were aborted creativity, ignored pure childhood, killed innocence, eight kids, 8 kids, simple cameras, a full of faith photographer and a documentary films director. This film shows closely the life of a group of people and mainly kids who lives in the same world of ours. Those kids who didnt have the choice to choose the path of their own life but instead it was chosen for them. They didnt have nor feel the simplest thing every child experiences in this life. Watching this documentary makes you realize how lucky we are. No matter what we lack and what we want more in this life, we are way better than them in many aspects. Yet, we dont appreciate all what we own nor what we have and we always look for better, more fancy and life full of joy. <br />
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I wont talk more about the documentary and I wont ruin it for those who didnt have the chance to watch it. To Showtime subscribers, just track down the documentary, I am sure they will show it sometimes soon. Otherwise, you can order it from <b><a href="http://www.amazon.com">Amazon</a></b> or check it out in any of the movie stores near you. <br />
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The documentary film is called <b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388789/">Born Into Brothels</a></b> and for more information check out the following website: <b><a href="http://kids-with-cameras.org/kidsgallery/"> Kids with Camera</a></b>. <br />
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I wanted to highlight and share with you all this movie because it is really worth watching. <br />
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<i>P.S. If you got the chance to watch this movie please watch <b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0317248/">this</a></b> as well.</i><br />
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Enjoy the movies!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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                <title>Ramdan Kareem</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2006 11:33:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ramdan Kareem Everyone <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" />.<br /><br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: None<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: None<br /><br />I know it has been really long time since the last update. Many things happened and new things occured, after all i couldn't resist not writing something over here. I wanted to wish everyone A Spitrual Ramdan, make the best of out of it. Who knows would you live to till the next Ramdan.<br /><br />Don't Miss <b>Freej</b> the best thing to be watched in TV. <br />
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<b>Lammtara</b> We are so proud of you, keep the spirit up <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" />. ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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                <title>For Good</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 03:01:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/superman.gif" alt="Superhuman" title="Superhuman" /> Fresh<br /><strong>Listening to</strong>: None<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: None<br /><strong>Watching</strong>: None<br /><br />Being away for good. It has been a while since I have added a picture or updated over here. I have been away all bush and stressed with my new job prepration. I took a couple of days to refresh my mind before stepping in the real life exprience. I have been to school and university for more than 12 years and I have been recieving all these years from others to guide me through my academic life. But now it is the real experonce for me to give back and stand out. I am now in my second day at work. I am feeling so satisfied, excited, happy and full energy and joy. It is a new experience om tje real and a new step to prove my skills , to learn and teach. To build up my presonality, to leave the bad, keep the good and add to it. <br />
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As much as I enjoyed my 2 years off after graduation, as much as i am enjoying everybit of my job right now. It just feels different and undescribable. <br />
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I have alot of submission to add just wait for them.<br />
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Thank You Notes: <br />
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Hamedical ~> You are so rare to be found around in this world.. There is no reason for this note but just wanted to say thank you for being a supportive brother.. and i just wished you were around when i lived my 1st day at the job.. <br />
it is time to pay you back<br />
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Mislead ~> Thanks for being my lil sweet sis who i always love to be around.. Thanks alot for your support and i ll be missing you more and moresince i ll see less of you..<br />
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Eldest Brother "Bu Er" ~> Thanks for all the past years you have standed by my side to finish up my studies and graduate.. Thanx for the time you gave us.. Now it is my turn to pay back and your turn to raise up the junior of you.. " i know he won't be reading this but i needed to acknowladge him. <br />
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My Youngest brother "Yallah Menak" <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> ~> Thanks a million for everything.. You are lovely person from the inside.. Thanx for the road trip ride.. i have enjoyed as a whole and you being with us was a big difference.. <br />
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My dearest friend "bent elnoor"~> i know she won't be reading this but just wanted to say Thanx for being understanding supportive person.. i really do miss you.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br />
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lovelydreams ~> I miss you alot <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" />.. I know am not around much as before.. but i know you understand how busy i am right now.. i just need to settle things down and i ll be around more often.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <br />
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Garmoosheh ABB ~> Thanxx for being so helpful in the job seeking proccess and for helping me out with the tips abt the interview.. It helped alot indeed.. <br />
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SheGaYa ~> I MISS YOU! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! <br />
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xUAEx ~> I am really sorry for not being around much in the Room to opreate it well.. but i have been busy but now things are getting calmer i ll be around much enshalah.. i really miss the teasing part in you!<br />
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intricateness ~> I know i am not around as much as before but i know you will understand.. I do miss you too..<br />
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So many Thanks notes are coming for the rest..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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                <title>~Hollow</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 11:30:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Emptiness when it seems full..<br />
Sadness when it seems happy..<br />
Dullness when it looks colorful..<br />
Frozen when it feels warm..<br />
Giving when it needs to have..<br />
Falling when it looks standing tall..<br />
Fragile when it looks strong..<br />
Dark when it strikes out light.. <br />
Smiling when it cries river inside..<br />
Thirsty when it waters like a spring..<br />
Hollow when it looks the opposite. <br />
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Dove<br />
11:33pm<br />
December 23 2005 ]]></description>
                <author>~Dovaneh</author>
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