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		<title>love poems</title>
		<description>-1- Carpe diem

She said to seize the day
when I found her
smiling back at me
on my computer screen
I wanted to seize the day
and be with her
I wanted 
to be with her
but I had to seize something else
my feelings 
my smiles
my anticipation
that maybe
just maybe
one day I would meet this beauty
wrapped in tender sweetness
and smart wit
she ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/12/09/love-poems/</link>
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		<title>thanksgiving</title>
		<description>Free until it hurts

We could come up with many reasons tom be thankful this upcoming “American” holiday, although, one previlage rises above all others.

We could be thankful for our family and friends, who take us as we are, and who love us despite our shortcomings. 

We could be thankful for ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/12/09/thanksgiving/</link>
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		<title>peace and love</title>
		<description>Peace and love should not be considered radical ideas.

As fourteen Arab delegates converge on Washington this week to discuss the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, the world holds its breath…or does it?

There is not denying that if the debate over land and refugees is settled, and  if the Palestinians and the Israelis ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/12/09/peace-and-love/</link>
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		<title>single holiday</title>
		<description>Another Holiday season looms around the corner with all of its “family” this and “family” that.  But what do you do if your family is no longer the traditional one?  If you choose to look at it negatively, then please stop reading right now, and turn the page. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/10/19/single-holiday/</link>
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		<title>peace in my world</title>
		<description>My peace is struggling 
To be heard 
To be seen
In the midst of violence
In the midst of killing
Wanting to be warm
In a shivering world

My peace is loud
Like a whisper
In the dark, quite night
No one is listening
Despite the pain 
Despite the anguish
Despite the screams
That no one can hear

My peace is heavy
Like ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/10/19/peace-in-my-world/</link>
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		<title>Did You Go to the Moon</title>
		<description>Did you go to moon?
Did you fly by a palm tree?
Swaying to music of the night,
Like a ballerina, liberated and free?

Did you land on a star?
Did you see the critters near and far?
Chirping like a rock and roll band,
With drums, a keyboard and a guitar?

Did you climb Mount Everest?
Did you ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/06/27/did-you-go-to-the-moon/</link>
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		<title>I am &#8220;not&#8221; a Cyclist</title>
		<description>“Karim, you don’t bike, you cycle.” That was the advice of Portico editor Julie Keith as I prepared for my first bike ride ever this past summer.

The Salvation Army Century Ride started smoothly. Hundreds of cyclists took off from East Birmingham towards Springville.  My Samford group and I were ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/06/27/i-am-not-a-cyclist/</link>
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		<title>Newspaper memories</title>
		<description>Newsroom Memories:

I worked as a photojournalist at the Birmingham Post-Herald, which seized publication this past Friday, from 1990 to 1995.  I had a keen sense of sadness on Friday, at the same time; I tried to recount some highlights from my tenure at the “newspaper”.  Call me crazy, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/06/27/newspaper-memories/</link>
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		<title>Arabian Minsconceptions</title>
		<description>I am often asked to speak about being an Arab in a not-a-good-time-to-be-an-Arab age.  When I do I always struggle with the opening joke.  A friend of mine came to me rescue at a conference in Dallas.  “Tell them a camel joke,” he said, with all seriousness ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/06/27/arabian-minsconceptions/</link>
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		<title>Poem: Hope</title>
		<description>Hope is quite
like a butterfly wing,
Or wild flowers playing a silent symphony,
in the calm wind.

Hope feeds our souls.
It is as gentle as a dew drop.
It makes me strong, brave, and proud;
It makes me never stop.

Hope is humble
like a mustard seed,
it moves mountains with its tiny might,
a courageous deed.

Hope is a ...</description>
		<link>http://www.karimisms.com/blog/2007/06/27/poem-hope/</link>
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