Fara's next dance

From the back of the crowd steps a slave girl with coal black hair falling down her back. She has been decorated with forest green silks flowing down her legs. She is beautiful her face is sensual yet somehow soft. Her body is curvaceous and tempting, she moves gracefully across the grass towards the sand pit, head raised, eyes proud. The eyes of her audience on her seems to make her bolder, a soft smile touches her lips. Bowing her head, she holds out her arms; wisps of silk dance against her sides. She doesn't look up as the six men with ropes approach her. Standing still, she is fastened with throngs one on both her ankles, and one on both her wrists, two are attached around her waist. The men then attach the ropes to the throngs and step back encircling her.

The music starts and she slowly raises her head, a smile plays across her lips as she begins to dance. She winds her hips and begins to move backwards. She is testing the men who have her bound seeing how they will use the ropes. Suddenly she is jerked forward as the Man who controls the throng about her waist centers her back to the middle of pit. Tilting her head, she looks almost curiously at him, biting her bottom lip as a sensuous smile plays across her face. She runs one hand down her chest, down her stomach, across her hips; her hand stops as she grabs a handful of her silks.

Looking down, you can see her eyes trailing across the rope attached to her hand, which is firmly gripping a section of her silks. Eyes flicker to the Master who controls the rope; she sends him a smoldering look .......... RIP....... he yanks the rope viciously jerking her hand forward and ripping the clutched piece of silk with it. Arm still held tightly out, she begins to dance, dipping her body in time with the beat of the drums. Her long slender legs flex as she grinds her hips in the center of the dance pit.

Suddenly she falls to her knees as the ropes attached to her ankles are pulled. Without pausing she continues to dance her hands cross her body as she grabs the pieces of silk attached to her arms ...... RIP..... The throngs upon her wrists are yanked. On her knees with both wrists held out firmly, she squirms and moves, shaking her breasts and arching her back. Turning her head, she glances to a Master wielding a wrist rope - her eyes are begging for relief. He relaxes it just a little as she reaches down and grabs ahold of the silks wrapped around her leg ..........RIP......... On her knees, she smiles and continues to buck her hips.

The men relax both ropes. She twists her arms on top of her head; her belly is swaying and twisting in time to the music. The ropes are all suddenly pulled tight, and she is held firmly in the center of the pit. The men watch her as she fights the throngs trying to kick and pull her wrists to no avail. In one motion, she is on her stomach on the dance pit as the ropes attached to her wrists and hips loosen. She wiggles and turns in the sand. Watching her face, you can see she is delighted in the dance of the six throngs.

Her hand snatches up the remaining silk on her leg.......... RIP............ She is tossing and turning like an animal pulling herself up to her knees only to be yanked back down by the ropes. Rolling onto her back crossing the rope at her feet, she reaches up and wraps her hands around the green material covering her heaving breasts............. RIP...... Her shirt is torn from her. Chest now bare, she bends and sways her back displaying her soft breasts. Clearly aroused, her hands glide over her breasts down her taut stomach and grip the last remaining bit of silks. ........RIP.......... her arms are yanked back out taking with them the wispy silk that once covered her body. She is now cruelly yanked and pulled with the ropes as she tries to dance. The men play with her as they watch her struggle, yet she battles the ropes as they suspend her movements. At last all the ropes are pulled firm, she lays still, her chest raising and falling as the men approach. Her eyes light up as they lift her and carry her away. She knows she has been pleasing.

A Slave named fara Dance

Led into the dance pit standing eyes wide, I look to my Master as he pulls out a leash and snaps it to my collar under my cloak. Walking a distance with the chained leash, he motions me to stay. I watch him as he draws out the chain and keeps walking. My back is straight as I take deep breaths trying to calm my self. My stomach sinks as he snaps the chain onto a post, body tenses, I mouth to him the word, "Please?" My eyes are begging as he returns to stand in front of me. In what seems like one swift motion, he unclips my cloak, "DANCE!" he commands. Turning, he walks away as the music starts. Having no choice, I begin to sway and dance at the mercy of the chain .
Fara gracefully twists her arms above her head as she sinks to the ground, long smooth legs collapsing underneath her. The music rises and falls as she twists and writhes on her knees for the audience. Fara can feel the eyes of the free on her. Appraising her beauty, judging her, staring at her chained to a post, they watch as she moves her curvaceous body as sensually as she can. Silky, coal black hair whips across her face as she tosses and turns herself to the rhythm that runs through her veins. Her slender back arches over as she bends and displays herself, silks tight against her firm toned body.
As she dances, hips swaying and thrusting to their limits, she feels the collar weighed down by the metal chain as she listens to the powerful music. Leaning forward she is jerked back collar cutting into her neck. Reaching back to grasp the metal links that hold her captive, Fara yanks desperate for release. The chain digs into her hands as she pulls on it falling forward, wiggling and tossing around on the ground. The sand sticks to her breasts as she smells the dirt and wrestles the chain that confines her. Feet angrily kick out at the post that holds her. Face contorted in anger, tears welling up in her soft brown eyes as she dances and grinds on her knees. Her heart is pounding as she fights the emotions, wanting to please her owner yet chained to a post limiting her movements. Fara gracefully rises to her feet, cold metal links bouncing off her long smooth back. She twists her small hands sensually at the wrists reaching out to her Master.
Looking up at the audience as they gaze down upon her struggle, she feels tiny and alone as she dances in the center of the stadium. The walls seem to expand, and the faces blur by as she pushes herself to dance even harder striving to please. Fara's mind wonders finding comfort in the memories of her child hood home. The small rence village, the sounds of water againts the huts fills her and soothes her. She forgets her battle with the chain now more concerned for her Master's approval. Feeling beads of sweat trickle down her neck, her lips pouted out, she sends a smoldering look to the one that posses her.
The turian collar digs harshly into her skin burning and twisting into her, but she ignores it and dances on. Her knees hurt, neck burns, heart pounds, and chest falls up and down; she ignores it and dance on. Breathing in deeply to catch her breath, her body tired from the exertion, she ignores all this and dances on. Her movements smooth and precise to the beat of the music. Her arms outstretched yearn for her Master's touch as her hips circle erotically to the music, she lurches and glides across the sand pit.
Eyes light up as she works out a plan. Movements turning more fluid and sensual, she twists and forces his chain around the pole to face her Master. Dipping low she spreads her creamy thighs apart, hips grind, and back arches seductively. Trailing her hand up over her taut defined stomach, resting them on top of rounded breast, she draws attention to the curvaceous body - tempting her Master with it. Excitement rises deep within her core; she uses her body to tease and intice. Leaning forward her tight bottom stuck out, she looks up at her Master through dark lashes and dances provocatively for him.
Hearing the music come to an end, she collapses, her knees strinking the sand hard. She has stretched the chain as far as it will go, reaching out for him, almost choking as the collar presses against her neck a valiant to get as as close to her owner as she can. She sends out a silent prayer that she has pleased both her Master and the free with the dance. Supple thighs spread effortlessly, she peek up at her Master to catch his expression as her smooth arms cross on top of her head - and she lowers her face. Waiting nervously at his feet, she feels his hand work itself into her hair. Glancing up she says softly, eyes filled with adoration, "I submit to you my Master, I am your slave"

A true hero

A admirerable soul and I can only strive to be as good as a person as this women was. Selfless acts are rare and this remarkable women has done an act so remarkable it amazes me I have not heard of it untill now. The name Ireana Sendler and all the other remarkable people who have fought to save lives and help those in need their names should be just as used and known as the name hitler or stalin. There are people in this world with the inner power and love to do thesse kinds of acts that leave me breathless and feel unworthy of all the lobve around me. I can only strive to be such a great person as Ireana. I hope you and I never forget her act and take it with us in our life to remind us that human compassion does exisist and we are the first steps in keeping it alive.

Irena Sendler

There recently was a death of a 98 year-old lady named Irena.
During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the WarsawGhetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an ' ulterior motive ' ... She KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews, (being German.) Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, (for larger kids.) She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.

The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises. During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi ' s broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunited the family. Most of course had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.

Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize ... She was not selected. * Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.

favorite passage

And now I will show the most excellent way .......... if I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, and I have not love I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and he I have a faith that can move mountains, but I have not love I am nothing. If I give all I have to the poor and surrender my body to the flames but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient love is kind. It does not envy it does not boast it is not proud. It is not rude it is not self seeking it is not easily angered it keeps no record of wrongs love does not rejoice in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts. Always hopes, always perseveres.


Yes this is from the bible I forget the passage but I love it not for it's relegious quilities but because the beautifull way is was written.

people never change

Recently I have had a debate where I could not properly explain my thoughts on the subject. When we are born we are born with certain personality traights. I believe that some of our personality that makes us who we are is unchangeable. It may be controllable you may be able to change the way you display that personality traight but that traight is installed in you. Ultimatly you cannot change who you are.

Sigmund Freud developed a therory stating there are 3 parts of our personality Id, ego and superego. The Id is the behaviors we are born with. Newborn babies demenstrate our Id. "It is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality, what little we know of it we have learnt from our study of the dream-work and of the construction of neurotic symptoms, and most of this is of a negative character and can be described only as a contrast to the ego. We all approach the id with analogies: we call it a chaos, a cauldron full of seething excitations... It is filled with energy reaching it from the instincts, but it has no organization, produces no collective will, but only a striving to bring about the satisfaction of the instinctual needs subject to the observance of the pleasure principle. [Freud, New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis (1933)]" The Id is part of our subconcious. We are not able to controll the Id. It is the oppisite the Id controlls us. The Id contains such personality traights such as anger, sex drive our drive for food and water. The id controlls our pleasure center also controlling the selfishness one portraits when concerened with only self pleasure. "contains everything that is inherited, that is present at birth, is laid down in the constitution -- above all, therefore, the instincts, which originate from the somatic organisation and which find a first psychical expression here (in the id) in forms unknown to us" [Freud, An Outline of Psycho-analysis (1940)].
The ego is what gives us common sence it works in contrast to the Id and trys to controll the Id. According to Freud,“ ...The ego is that part of the id which has been modified by the direct influence of the external world ... The ego represents what may be called reason and common sense, in contrast to the id, which contains the passions ... in its relation to the id it is like a man on horseback, who has to hold in check the superior strength of the horse; with this difference, that the rider tries to do so with his own strength, while the ego uses borrowed forces [Freud, The Ego and the Id (1923)] The ego may try to controll the Id but our basic selfish actions formed on passion still our unchanged justcontrolled or hidden.The supperego is the last to develope, it aims for perfection and tries to organise our goals and thoughts. The Super ego changes with our life change and the habitate around us but our primary Id remains the same and each individuals Id is based on there own needs.

The theory of the five personality traights has also been developed by psycologists. The five factors are Openness,Conscientiousness, Extraversion, Agreeableness, and Neuroticism. Openness is the level in which you are willing to experience, involves imagination, your inner feelings, and curiosity. Conscientiousness is self taught, it incorperates being carefull and concious of your actions and surroundings. Extraversion goes hand in hand with introversion. Extroverts are outgoing and tend to seek excitment where as introverts will not seek excitment from others and they are satisfied with personal stimulation.Agreeableness is being able to cooperate and be pleasent and accomidating in all social cercumstanses. Neuroticism a negitive state of mind. Neuroticism individualls are more likeley to have low self essteem, more effected by stress, self concious and shy.The interesting thing is the resoning stated for these 5 behaviours. All could be threoretically blamed on behavior genetics. Molecular studies have exposed genetic factors that suggest a more biological origin for behavior. certain personality traights we have been born with inherited by our parents. One cannot change there genetics we can controll the way we show those emotions but we can not compleatly stop the emotion from arrising. Behavioral genetics researchers have found that a substantial portion of the variability on measures of neuroticismcan be attributed to genetic factors. Five factor model, is believed to have a genetic component. Identical twins (who have the same DNA) show similar scores on openness to experience, even when they have been adopted into different families and raised in very different environments.

In conclusion there are personality traight and behaviors urges that humans cannot change they can controll it but not change it. If a person is easliy aggitated they will always be easilly agitated perhapse because thier Id is more dominant then thier ego. There superego may help them controll the way they show or act when easily aggitated.We all have dominant personality traights that will controll a part of us how much we let it controll us is possible changing it compleatly unless drugged or another not natural procedure is used is not possible. We were born a certainway and we will stay with those emotions strongest to us.

K salah I know a weak conclussion I may edit later but am tired and want to get it out there argue away I gave you facts. I gave you a structered argument sooooooooo @!&@ Yourself LOL

BLAH

No Salah not blah blah blah, as I talk to much but just Blah cause that is the way I have been feeling. I am doing what I am suppose to be doing but normally when one acomplishes something its like YessssSS but I have been feeling so blah it has turned into a Meh. I thought perhaps its the weather cause the crappy weather can certainly make one Blah but right now the sun is shining and the little stupid birds are chirrpiing and still Blah. It feels as though I am searching for something but I dont know what. A sence of fullfillment a feeling of peace maybe. Life has turned into a cycle and it keeps flipping around over and over again same day replayed again and again I go to bed to wake up and do it again. What do you suggest I should do Salah?????????

The Happiest Moment of My Life

Salah wants another blog so I thought and thought about what I could type so passionately about and here it goes.
The Happiest Moment of My Life
This moment is very difficult to put in words but it is a moment I will never forget and a moment no one can ever take away from me. March 16, 2007, at 9:44 am I heard a noise I was prepared for the noice on so many levels but what I wasn't prepared for is the effect the noise would have on me. I wasn't prepared for my whole world to come crashing down on me. I wasn't prepared for that noice to fill me with a feeling of completeness. Finally my world made sense finally I had purpose.

Like I said my world came crashing down and changed into an entirely new world a world not about my feelings or my accomplishments. A world about someone else, a world where I was prepared to go to any lengths for someone else. That moment was filled with so much love, I thought my heart might explode when I heard that noice. It was filled with so much happiness, I really couldn't believe how happy I was as the tears of joy streamed down my face I thought I was floating. The moment was filled with new fears, I was no longer worried about my own simple life I was worried about failing in my life which would lead to failing in another's life.

The months prior to this moment were ones of stress pain and discomfort. My body changed and I didnt like it. I was crazy and emotional to the point of screaming and throwing things. I was so very very sick and so very very hot. I was filled with anticipation to the point of mental exertion. If I had known then what I know now I would never have complained.

I had thought I had known love. I had thought I had felt all that accompanies it, I thought wrong. No one will ever really know the feeling of true love until they hear that noice and feel their world crash in on them.

This is all I can tell you cause I can not choose the right words to explain further.