I woke you up....

I was looking at you when you were leaving and I knew that I will miss you.
Eventhough I spent all my evening with you, I knew I will miss you in few minutes.
You were on your way back home when I missed you.

I was with my family but I was alone. My shoulders were asking for you.
My heart was beating for you. My sould was craving for you.

The very first moment that I found, I called you and woke you up. Your voice brought me happiness. Oh honey, I wish you were here, I would hold you tight forever. I wish you were here, you are my love, you are my love...

I need you more than anything in my life

Honey,

This is for you.

I want to tell you that I love you more than anything in this world.
I want to tell you that I need you more than anything in this world.
Without you, there would be no me, there would be no happiness, there would be no life, there would be no light.
Without you, my world will be dark forever. Thanks for coming to my life...


I'm in love....

You are the only one…..

I was waiting for some one special, some one extra ordinary, some on exceptional

I knew that one day, you would come through my door and I knew that this would happen to me…

I knew that I would fall in love and you knew that you would fall in love….

I knew that I have waited for so long but I didn’t know that you would be waiting for so long too…

I knew that my heart is really kind , but I never knew that there is a kinder heart too,

I knew that your heart is kind, but I didn’t know that your heart is the kindest one…

I knew that we can change everything, but I never knew we can do it without changing our self….

I knew that I will be yours but I was only hoping if you could be mine….

Now, I know that your are mine and you are the only one….

2:00 AM here in Toronto

it's 2:00 AM here in Toronto. You are not here but you are in my heart.
I’m looking at the sky and its clouds. I can see the moon light …..
It’s the same moon that I was watching few hours ago when I was sitting close to you. Still it’s there. I know that somewhere in this city, you are thinking about me. I look at the moon, I hope you can see the moon too. It’s waiting for us to reach it. If I were with you, we could go to sunset beach and then we could look at the moon. You know that over there, I will have two moons to look at.
I choose the one that is closer to me.

When you are with me, I don’t need anything else.
I will be with you for the rest of my life.
I will follow you wherever you lead me.
I will be your heart’s guest for the rest of my life.
I will be lost in your eyes.
I choose to be with……


Your heart, your eyes, your soul and your body…
One day, soon, they will be mine…..

All I neeeded, All i need, all i will need
is you....

Salman ... 2:00 AM

These Days....

It’s hard to believe that sometimes, some people come to your heart faster than you can track them. They come faster than you can love them or even faster than you can like them. It was a quiet afternoon when I realized that my heart is taken. It was so fast that it didn’t let me to be prepared for it. It was fast because it was not happening through regular senses. I didn’t fall for an ordinary feeling. It was an extra-ordinary feeling that took control of my heart. Shall I name it Love? If this is love, what were all other feelings that I had before and named them love?

I’m confused because I searched my experiences, other’s experiences with this hope to find out what this feeling is…

The more I searched; more I found out that this is not a regular and known feeling.

I will write more about if I find more about it but don’t expect that much …

Let the morning sun proclaim

People like me think that everything in this world can be addressed by the power of the mind.
People like me want to analyze each movements they make. People like me never like the change. They don't want the risk. They don't want to lose anything, but you know what , I lost what I was worry to lose. Why? simply because I was so selfish. Because I wanted to observe my feelings. Because I was looking for an applicable formula for happiness. Happiness is the first thing that you lose in your way to find it.

Happiness can not be found in complexity. There is a simpler way to be happy.

I have started to think less and do more. I want to enjoy my life and this is my desire.
I'm not burned with my desires. I like to do them and that's why I trust them.

I trust what i like and i like what I trust.


Signed by:
A semi-happy-in-changing-procedure Salman!!!

Sunset Beach....

It was spring in the Air and I was happy. I was really happy, my dear friend was standing close to me and we were at sunset beach. There was no sunset, but there were nice stars and I could see the moon.

I wanted to rank the moon in your eyes...
I wanted to look at you for years and years....
I wanted to take you away from whatever that was bothering you.
I wanted to give you happiness.
I wanted to share my happiness with me since i was really happy. I didn't want to loose a minute or even a seconds. We walked, we talked , we laughed , we ............

Her voice.....

I was alone, I was looking at the sky and I was whispering loneliness when she called my name.
Blue skies, these white clouds, Toronto and its nice weather in May, her voice and all she says, her friendly attitudes, they are nice, they are my little reasons to be happy. They may look small, but they make big differences. Good friend is rare to find and hard to keep. It requires appreciation and understanding. As a nice quote says:

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.

I had a dream last night.

I had a dream last night.

In my dream, you were mine and I was yours.

You were mine longer than time...

I was looking at your eyes....

I was kissing your smile....

I was smelling your skin...

I was holding your hands....

I was whispering your name...

It was spring in the air and we're together...

We were running, We were the sunshine...

We were the soul of the world ... the world of happiness....

I was holding your hands, i was looking at your eyes..

It was a new world, a brand new world , the world that i was looking through your eyes.

It was a better world, it was a kinder world....

Skies were smiling at us.

Your smile, it's the last thing that i remember, your eyes were closed and when I reached my hand to touch your face, you opened your eyes, you opened your eyes and ....

I woke up, The Sun was shining in my eyes ......... Sunrise..... Your Eyes.

Salman

I'm dancing with you

I was looking at the moon, i was dancing with you....

To reach your smile

I’m sitting here. I’m alone and I’m thinking about you. Out of this my room’s window, there are hundreds of couples those they, hand in hand, walk along each other. They shape the snow by their foot prints. I’m sitting close to the window. Behind a window that opens my eyes to the rest of the world. A world, which will be mine, when I own you. I look at the sky, I can imagine that your eyes are looking at me. You simile I can see that sky similes. This sky would be a kinder one, if you were sitting close to me when I was looking at that. I imagine my favorite dream, in that dream; you come to me in a nice and gentle blue dress. You call my name and I enjoy your soft and tender voice. I look at my nights; they are all waiting for you. I look at my arms, they beg your presence.
I open the window; I reach my hand out to reach the sky, to reach your smile…..

For each forgotten kiss

For each forgotten kiss
For all the memories
For all the times alone
Said all we had to say

You played your part so well
A modern Romeo
You came on Cupid's wings
And then you flew away

When you touch my face
When you call my name
I'm burned with desire

When you touch my face
When you call my name
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in the rain

For every sleepless night
Forever in your arms
For every hour spent
Lost in the revery

You broke your promises
No shame and no regrets
You burned the bridges too
An endless mystery

When you touch my face
So beautiful
When you call my name
My name...
I'm burned with desire

When you touch my face
So beautiful
When you call my name
My name...
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in the rain

When you touch my face
So beautiful
When you call my name
My name...
I'm burned with desire

When you touch my face
When you call my name
I'm burned with desire
But you left me in

A sad Salman, a very SAD ONE!!

Each and every one of us, has his/her own issue. It's life which is playing with us. In the world of illusions, we just see what we have to see.We just play, What the director of life has decided for us to play. I know that it's sad but it's true. There are some moments in the life that we are just behind a glass, we see, it makes us sad, we want to change it, we reach our hand out to touch it, to change it. Our hands hit the glass and it hurts. it really does. We can see, we can feel, We can't change. It's hard to see when a man cry, when a real man cry. When a real man, which is basically capable of doing anything, can not do anything. When human with all its complex and advanced knowledge can not do anything. Who can stand this sadness? We can't do anything..........

We are just some simple part of this life, it's the director of this life which gives us roles to play. If the role is over, we are over too ........

Sad Salman, A very SAD one....

I know we could live tomorrow ......

It's cold around here....

It's night here....

Night and all its stars are dancing with me...

I'm waiting for tomorrow.

I know we could live tomorrow but I want to live today....

Who can say if we would be here tomorrow ? Who can say what we should or what we shouldn't do today? I know we could live tomorrow but I want to live today..

I don't want to wait. No execuse, no sorrow, no hassle. I live today, I know what I want to do, and I know that I can do it. I'm going to do it.........

I know we could do that tomorrow.....

Salman

One breath at a time...

I didn't write this one,but this is so nice....

You've got to live for the moment;
Today you're alive -- tomorrow you might not be...

Never take love for granted;
and never lose sight
of the things you feel
but you just cannot see...

You've got to reach for the summit...
'til you can no longer climb

Remember: life is priceless; and...you've got to live it...

One breath at a time...

No excuses; no holding back; just...
One breath at a time...

Don't rush it through; don't let it pass you by...
live it...
One breath at a time...
One breath at a time...

It should be so very easy for each of us to see
that...at any moment
fate can turn on a dime

So live life while you're in it;
there's simply nothing more sublime;

You've got treasure every minute...

You've got to reach for the summit...
'til you can no longer climb

Remember: life is priceless; and...you've got to live it...

One breath at a time...

No excuses; no holding back; just...
One breath at a time...

Don't rush it through; don't let it pass you by...
live it...
One breath at a time...
One breath at a time...

And when I just can't seem
to make it through another day,
That's when I'm haunted
By the words you used to say:

You've got to reach for the summit...
'til you can no longer climb

Remember: life is priceless; and...you've got to live it...

One breath at a time...

No excuses; no holding back; just...
One breath at a time...

Don't rush it through; don't let it pass you by...
live it...
One breath at a time...
One breath at a time...

I am life itself.

I didn't write this one, it's really nice ....

A lover knows only humility.
He has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret,
he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break
the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.

A lover asked his beloved:
- Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.

I love myself...I love you.
I love you...I love myself.

I am your lover, come to my side,
I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbours to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed , revealed , in the unknown, in the
un-manifest.
I am life itself.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.
Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance.
Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

I desire you more than food or drink
My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste
I can sense your presence in my heart
although you belong to all the world
I wait with silent passion for one gesture one
glance from you.

It's nice to .....

It’s nice to be your self.

It’s nice to share your life.

It’s nice to know that you have a life to spend on what you want.

It’s nice to have mutual respect.

It’s nice to be free. Freedom and peace is what so many people have died for.

It’s nice to live at the ongoing moment.

In my search of freedom, I left all my analysis behind.

It’s nice to face the virgin side of life.

It’s nice to enjoy the givem moments.

It’s nice to see you.

York University

Well, I have started studding IT Management at York University. Here is more information about York and its origin.


Lorna R. Marsden, PhD

President and Vice-Chancellor



Clearly, our approach is working. Founded in 1959, York University is now Canada's third largest university, and world-renowned for attracting students who forge their own unique paths. That’s because York offers an unparalleled academic experience. Our top-ranked programs set international standards. Our unique, interdisciplinary approach to learning allows students to combine majors in completely different fields. York’s faculty expands the horizons of our students, providing them with a broad perspective of the world that opens up new ways of thinking. And our research tackles challenges by taking a uniquely interdisciplinary approach that results in real-world solutions.

York offers full and part-time graduate and undergraduate degree programs to almost 50,000 students in 10 faculties. Our Faculty of Arts is the largest in Canada. At the Atkinson Faculty of Liberal and Professional Studies, liberal arts students can complement their degree with professional studies courses and certificates. Glendon College offers bilingual education. York’s Faculty of Education offers students more teaching experience than any other education program in Ontario. The Faculty of Environmental Studies is celebrated for the best individualized, interdisciplinary masters program in the world. The Faculty of Fine Arts is the only one of its kind in Ontario and one of the most renowned in North America. York’s Faculty Science and Engineering is one of Canada's leading teaching and research institutions. Osgoode Hall Law School, Canada's largest law school, is also among the most respected. The Schulich School of Business is consistently ranked among the top business schools in the world. The Faculty of Graduate Studies is Ontario's second largest graduate school, offering both traditional and non-traditional interdisciplinary areas of study. York University Libraries are active participants in pilot projects, consortia initiatives and collaborative endeavors to place York University Libraries on the leading edge in supporting our researchers and students.

Please visit the Office of the President Web site. To learn more about us visit Know the York U Difference. If you are interested in applying to York University or are following up on your application, please visit the Future Students site for more information.

Lorna R. Marsden, PhD

Novels and their Power

Many of us have experienced that special moment when we fall in love with a book and can’t stop reading it. For 13-year-old Mordecai Richler, the moment comes when he starts All Quiet on the Western Front. He starts reading the book and soon fills seduced by the novel. It creates turbulence in his life and eventually obligates him to see the truth. The novel has a deep effect on his point of view. The novel changes his assumptions about fiction and Germans

For the young Richler, novels are untrue and romantic stories. He looks for facts and reality not for untrue novels: “I want fact. I can’t be bothered with stories … I just haven’t got the time for such non-sense” (P 65). There are some reasons that he likes facts and true stories. He use these book to show that he is a smart boy. As a teenage boy, he is experiencing lack of attention from girls. This is one of the reasons he pays more attention to reading serious book. Despite this fact he falls in love with the novel and, like all the great loves, the affair challenges his presumptions. He admits this when he writes:
“I never expected that a mere novel, a stranger’s tale, could actually be dangerous, creating such turbulence in my life, obligating me to question so many received ideas”(P 66). Reading the All Quiet on the Western Front wakes him up to show him the power of novel and its effects.


In 1944 and before Richler reads the novel, He was wishing “an excruciating death” for every German on the earth. He was cheering every German city that was bombed. He saw Germans as cruel enemies. When he started reading the book, he didn’t know that it would change his impression about Germans. The novel that reveals a lot of truths that Richler didn’t realize was unaware of. One of the truths is that Germans are like any other human being. As story goes, he finds more similarity between German soldiers and himself, which enables him to empathize with them. This empathy continues and eventually novel wins his love for a German’ soldier.

Novels and fictions will help us to sense and experience the story. They will touch the soul and heart of reader and eventually will help him or her to understand the story. As an example the recalled novel creates a connection between being a young Jewish in 1944 and feeling sorry for the death of German soldiers. It shows that such a thing is possible through the magic of novel and its power to open the eyes of readers.
All Quiet on the Western Front is the sample of a powerful novel which “seduces” Richler and eventually changes his worldview and reading habits.

The Old Woman

“The Old Woman” is about a woman called Molly who has left England and has immigrated to Canada to live with her husband. They had known each other for few months when they married in England. Soon after marriage her husband has left her to come to Canada. For her, it has been three years of waiting and loneliness while her husband has been busy with his beloved power-house.
A house close to a noisy waterfall, several miles away from the nearest town, taciturn people with French-Canadian culture are numerous problems that she has to deal with. The author, Joyce Marshall, has pointed loneliness as one of the most important issues that can hurt an immigrant in a new country.
The story starts in the station at Montreal. Molly has found that her husband is changed. “It was more than the absence of uniform. His face seemed so still, and there was something about his mouth—a sort of slackness. And at times she would turn and find him looking at her, his eyes absorbed and watchful” (Marshall 34). The word “still”, “slackness” and “watchful” shows that he is not interested to see his wife. Molly feels that her husband doesn’t have enough attention to her. Despite the sad condition, she tries to tell herself that her husband would be closer to her when they get home. It’s a romantic morning when they leave the train. “It was grey dawn faintly disturbed with pink when they left the train” (Marshall 34). After a long journey over the snow they arrive home. Molly is tired and she needs a quiet and friendly environment but the sound of the waterfall is annoying her.
This inconvenience situation and lack of attention from her husband is increasing her fear of loneliness. It reminds her last three years, three years of waiting and loneliness. She has left England to escape the loneliness. She deserves it. She doesn’t have family or relative and she is far from her friends, this fact is increasing her dependency on her husband. He doesn’t help her to settle into new life.

Another issue that Molly is experiencing is environmental loneliness. Not only her husband doesn’t spend time with her but also she doesn’t know any neighbour. As Marshal writes:
“There were no neighbours within miles, no telephone calls or visits from milkman or baker—only one of Toddy’s sweepers coming in once a fortnight with supplies and mail from Missawani” (P 37.) If it was a crowded and friendlier neighborhood or if she knew some people around her, there would be fewer issues. Coldness, grey and cloudy sky, lack of sun, taciturn people are parameters that are helping loneliness to take over molly’s life. When I first came to Canada, I was living in Richmond Hill which is a quiet area. I can remember how lonely I felt. I felt there's no one in my life that I can share my feelings with. I came to the conclusion that I’m unacceptable and unlovable. But actually that wasn’t because of me, it was society which made me feel that way. Molly in “The Old Woman” has the same feeling. She came from a European-style country where people are friendlier and warmer. It must be so hard for her to leave in a house so far from any neighborhood.

Immigration is a long and complex process and relocation to another country is not easy. A different culture and a different life-style will increase the issues that an immigrant is experiencing in the new country. Without any doubt, loneliness is one the most important problems that will affect a newcomer’s life. “The Old Woman” has demonstrated that how a woman can be hurt by her husband if he doesn’t show compassion and understanding for her situation as an immigrant in the new country.


31 Jan. 2006
Marshall, Joyce. “The Old Woman.” The New Oxford Book of Canadian Stories in English. Ed Margaret Atwood and Robert Weaver.
Toronto: Oxford, 1997