<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326</id><updated>2012-02-04T23:36:06.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to myself!</title><subtitle type='html'>Feelings and Thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-248614348251465686</id><published>2008-01-13T00:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:25:50.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Mistakes Taht Kill Startups</title><content type='html'>October 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Q &amp;amp; A period after a recent talk, someone asked what made startups fail. After standing there gaping for a few seconds I realized this was kind of a trick question. It's equivalent to asking how to make a startup succeed—if you avoid every cause of failure, you succeed—and that's too big a question to answer on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I realized it could be helpful to look at the problem from this direction. If you have a list of all the things you shouldn't do, you can turn that into a recipe for succeeding just by negating. And this form of list may be more useful in practice. It's easier to catch yourself doing something you shouldn't than always to remember to do something you should. [1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense there's just one mistake that kills startups: not making something users want. If you make something users want, you'll probably be fine, whatever else you do or don't do. And if you don't make something users want, then you're dead, whatever else you do or don't do. So really this is a list of 18 things that cause startups not to make something users want. Nearly all failure funnels through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Single Founder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how few successful startups were founded by just one person? Even companies you think of as having one founder, like Oracle, usually turn out to have more. It seems unlikely this is a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with having one founder? To start with, it's a vote of no confidence. It probably means the founder couldn't talk any of his friends into starting the company with him. That's pretty alarming, because his friends are the ones who know him best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if the founder's friends were all wrong and the company is a good bet, he's still at a disadvantage. Starting a startup is too hard for one person. Even if you could do all the work yourself, you need colleagues to brainstorm with, to talk you out of stupid decisions, and to cheer you up when things go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one might be the most important. The low points in a startup are so low that few could bear them alone. When you have multiple founders, esprit de corps binds them together in a way that seems to violate conservation laws. Each thinks "I can't let my friends down." This is one of the most powerful forces in human nature, and it's missing when there's just one founder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bad Location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startups prosper in some places and not others. Silicon Valley dominates, then Boston, then Seattle, Austin, Denver, and New York. After that there's not much. Even in New York the number of startups per capita is probably a 20th of what it is in Silicon Valley. In towns like Houston and Chicago and Detroit it's too small to measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the falloff so sharp? Probably for the same reason it is in other industries. What's the sixth largest fashion center in the US? The sixth largest center for oil, or finance, or publishing? Whatever they are they're probably so far from the top that it would be misleading even to call them centers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting question why cities become startup hubs, but the reason startups prosper in them is probably the same as it is for any industry: that's where the experts are. Standards are higher; people are more sympathetic to what you're doing; the kind of people you want to hire want to live there; supporting industries are there; the people you run into in chance meetings are in the same business. Who knows exactly how these factors combine to boost startups in Silicon Valley and squish them in Detroit, but it's clear they do from the number of startups per capita in each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marginal Niche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the groups that apply to Y Combinator suffer from a common problem: choosing a small, obscure niche in the hope of avoiding competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch little kids playing sports, you notice that below a certain age they're afraid of the ball. When the ball comes near them their instinct is to avoid it. I didn't make a lot of catches as an eight year old outfielder, because whenever a fly ball came my way, I used to close my eyes and hold my glove up more for protection than in the hope of catching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing a marginal project is the startup equivalent of my eight year old strategy for dealing with fly balls. If you make anything good, you're going to have competitors, so you may as well face that. You can only avoid competition by avoiding good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this shrinking from big problems is mostly unconscious. It's not that people think of grand ideas but decide to pursue smaller ones because they seem safer. Your unconscious won't even let you think of grand ideas. So the solution may be to think about ideas without involving yourself. What would be a great idea for someone else to do as a startup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Derivative Idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the applications we get are imitations of some existing company. That's one source of ideas, but not the best. If you look at the origins of successful startups, few were started in imitation of some other startup. Where did they get their ideas? Usually from some specific, unsolved problem the founders identified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our startup made software for making online stores. When we started it, there wasn't any; the few sites you could order from were hand-made at great expense by web consultants. We knew that if online shopping ever took off, these sites would have to be generated by software, so we wrote some. Pretty straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the best problems to solve are ones that affect you personally. Apple happened because Steve Wozniak wanted a computer, Google because Larry and Sergey couldn't find stuff online, Hotmail because Sabeer Bhatia and Jack Smith couldn't exchange email at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of copying the Facebook, with some variation that the Facebook rightly ignored, look for ideas from the other direction. Instead of starting from companies and working back to the problems they solved, look for problems and imagine the company that might solve them. [2] What do people complain about? What do you wish there was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Obstinacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some fields the way to succeed is to have a vision of what you want to achieve, and to hold true to it no matter what setbacks you encounter. Starting startups is not one of them. The stick-to-your-vision approach works for something like winning an Olympic gold medal, where the problem is well-defined. Startups are more like science, where you need to follow the trail wherever it leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't get too attached to your original plan, because it's probably wrong. Most successful startups end up doing something different than they originally intended—often so different that it doesn't even seem like the same company. You have to be prepared to see the better idea when it arrives. And the hardest part of that is often discarding your old idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But openness to new ideas has to be tuned just right. Switching to a new idea every week will be equally fatal. Is there some kind of external test you can use? One is to ask whether the ideas represent some kind of progression. If in each new idea you're able to re-use most of what you built for the previous ones, then you're probably in a process that converges. Whereas if you keep restarting from scratch, that's a bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately there's someone you can ask for advice: your users. If you're thinking about turning in some new direction and your users seem excited about it, it's probably a good bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hiring Bad Programmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to include this in the early versions of the list, because nearly all the founders I know are programmers. This is not a serious problem for them. They might accidentally hire someone bad, but it's not going to kill the company. In a pinch they can do whatever's required themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about what killed most of the startups in the e-commerce business back in the 90s, it was bad programmers. A lot of those companies were started by business guys who thought the way startups worked was that you had some clever idea and then hired programmers to implement it. That's actually much harder than it sounds—almost impossibly hard in fact—because business guys can't tell which are the good programmers. They don't even get a shot at the best ones, because no one really good wants a job implementing the vision of a business guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In practice what happens is that the business guys choose people they think are good programmers (it says here on his resume that he's a Microsoft Certified Developer) but who aren't. Then they're mystified to find that their startup lumbers along like a World War II bomber while their competitors scream past like jet fighters. This kind of startup is in the same position as a big company, but without the advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you pick good programmers if you're not a programmer? I don't think there's an answer. I was about to say you'd have to find a good programmer to help you hire people. But if you can't recognize good programmers, how would you even do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Choosing the Wrong Platform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A related problem (since it tends to be done by bad programmers) is choosing the wrong platform. For example, I think a lot of startups during the Bubble killed themselves by deciding to build server-based applications on Windows. Hotmail was still running on FreeBSD for years after Microsoft bought it, presumably because Windows couldn't handle the load. If Hotmail's founders had chosen to use Windows, they would have been swamped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PayPal only just dodged this bullet. After they merged with X.com, the new CEO wanted to switch to Windows—even after PayPal cofounder Max Levchin showed that their software scaled only 1% as well on Windows as Unix. Fortunately for PayPal they switched CEOs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platform is a vague word. It could mean an operating system, or a programming language, or a "framework" built on top of a programming language. It implies something that both supports and limits, like the foundation of a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing about platforms is that there are always some that seem to outsiders to be fine, responsible choices and yet, like Windows in the 90s, will destroy you if you choose them. Java applets were probably the most spectacular example. This was supposed to be the new way of delivering applications. Presumably it killed just about 100% of the startups who believed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you pick the right platforms? The usual way is to hire good programmers and let them choose. But there is a trick you could use if you're not a programmer: visit a top computer science department and see what they use in research projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Slowness in Launching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies of all sizes have a hard time getting software done. It's intrinsic to the medium; software is always 85% done. It takes an effort of will to push through this and get something released to users. [3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startups make all kinds of excuses for delaying their launch. Most are equivalent to the ones people use for procrastinating in everyday life. There's something that needs to happen first. Maybe. But if the software were 100% finished and ready to launch at the push of a button, would they still be waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason to launch quickly is that it forces you to actually finish some quantum of work. Nothing is truly finished till it's released; you can see that from the rush of work that's always involved in releasing anything, no matter how finished you thought it was. The other reason you need to launch is that it's only by bouncing your idea off users that you fully understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several distinct problems manifest themselves as delays in launching: working too slowly; not truly understanding the problem; fear of having to deal with users; fear of being judged; working on too many different things; excessive perfectionism. Fortunately you can combat all of them by the simple expedient of forcing yourself to launch something fairly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Launching Too Early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Launching too slowly has probably killed a hundred times more startups than launching too fast, but it is possible to launch too fast. The danger here is that you ruin your reputation. You launch something, the early adopters try it out, and if it's no good they may never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the minimum you need to launch? We suggest startups think about what they plan to do, identify a core that's both (a) useful on its own and (b) something that can be incrementally expanded into the whole project, and then get that done as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same approach I (and many other programmers) use for writing software. Think about the overall goal, then start by writing the smallest subset of it that does anything useful. If it's a subset, you'll have to write it anyway, so in the worst case you won't be wasting your time. But more likely you'll find that implementing a working subset is both good for morale and helps you see more clearly what the rest should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early adopters you need to impress are fairly tolerant. They don't expect a newly launched product to do everything; it just has to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Having No Specific User in Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't build things users like without understanding them. I mentioned earlier that the most successful startups seem to have begun by trying to solve a problem their founders had. Perhaps there's a rule here: perhaps you create wealth in proportion to how well you understand the problem you're solving, and the problems you understand best are your own. [4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a theory. What's not a theory is the converse: if you're trying to solve problems you don't understand, you're hosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet a surprising number of founders seem willing to assume that someone, they're not sure exactly who, will want what they're building. Do the founders want it? No, they're not the target market. Who is? Teenagers. People interested in local events (that one is a perennial tarpit). Or "business" users. What business users? Gas stations? Movie studios? Defense contractors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can of course build something for users other than yourself. We did. But you should realize you're stepping into dangerous territory. You're flying on instruments, in effect, so you should (a) consciously shift gears, instead of assuming you can rely on your intuitions as you ordinarily would, and (b) look at the instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case the instruments are the users. When designing for other people you have to be empirical. You can no longer guess what will work; you have to find users and measure their responses. So if you're going to make something for teenagers or "business" users or some other group that doesn't include you, you have to be able to talk some specific ones into using what you're making. If you can't, you're on the wrong track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Raising Too Little Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most successful startups take funding at some point. Like having more than one founder, it seems a good bet statistically. How much should you take, though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startup funding is measured in time. Every startup that isn't profitable (meaning nearly all of them, initially) has a certain amount of time left before the money runs out and they have to stop. This is sometimes referred to as runway, as in "How much runway do you have left?" It's a good metaphor because it reminds you that when the money runs out you're going to be airborne or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too little money means not enough to get airborne. What airborne means depends on the situation. Usually you have to advance to a visibly higher level: if all you have is an idea, a working prototype; if you have a prototype, launching; if you're launched, significant growth. It depends on investors, because until you're profitable that's who you have to convince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you take money from investors, you have to take enough to get to the next step, whatever that is. [5] Fortunately you have some control over both how much you spend and what the next step is. We advise startups to set both low, initially: spend practically nothing, and make your initial goal simply to build a solid prototype. This gives you maximum flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Spending Too Much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to distinguish spending too much from raising too little. If you run out of money, you could say either was the cause. The only way to decide which to call it is by comparison with other startups. If you raised five million and ran out of money, you probably spent too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning through too much money is not as common as it used to be. Founders seem to have learned that lesson. Plus it keeps getting cheaper to start a startup. So as of this writing few startups spend too much. None of the ones we've funded have. (And not just because we make small investments; many have gone on to raise further rounds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic way to burn through cash is by hiring a lot of people. This bites you twice: in addition to increasing your costs, it slows you down—so money that's getting consumed faster has to last longer. Most hackers understand why that happens; Fred Brooks explained it in The Mythical Man-Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have three general suggestions about hiring: (a) don't do it if you can avoid it, (b) pay people with equity rather than salary, not just to save money, but because you want the kind of people who are committed enough to prefer that, and (c) only hire people who are either going to write code or go out and get users, because those are the only things you need at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Raising Too Much Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious how too little money could kill you, but is there such a thing as having too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. The problem is not so much the money itself as what comes with it. As one VC who spoke at Y Combinator said, "Once you take several million dollars of my money, the clock is ticking." If VCs fund you, they're not going to let you just put the money in the bank and keep operating as two guys living on ramen. They want that money to go to work. [6] At the very least you'll move into proper office space and hire more people. That will change the atmosphere, and not entirely for the better. Now most of your people will be employees rather than founders. They won't be as committed; they'll need to be told what to do; they'll start to engage in office politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you raise a lot of money, your company moves to the suburbs and has kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps more dangerously, once you take a lot of money it gets harder to change direction. Suppose your initial plan was to sell something to companies. After taking VC money you hire a sales force to do that. What happens now if you realize you should be making this for consumers instead of businesses? That's a completely different kind of selling. What happens, in practice, is that you don't realize that. The more people you have, the more you stay pointed in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another drawback of large investments is the time they take. The time required to raise money grows with the amount. [7] When the amount rises into the millions, investors get very cautious. VCs never quite say yes or no; they just engage you in an apparently endless conversation. Raising VC scale investments is thus a huge time sink—more work, probably, than the startup itself. And you don't want to be spending all your time talking to investors while your competitors are spending theirs building things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We advise founders who go on to seek VC money to take the first reasonable deal they get. If you get an offer from a reputable firm at a reasonable valuation with no unusually onerous terms, just take it and get on with building the company. [8] Who cares if you could get a 30% better deal elsewhere? Economically, startups are an all-or-nothing game. Bargain-hunting among investors is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Poor Investor Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a founder, you have to manage your investors. You shouldn't ignore them, because they may have useful insights. But neither should you let them run the company. That's supposed to be your job. If investors had sufficient vision to run the companies they fund, why didn't they start them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissing off investors by ignoring them is probably less dangerous than caving in to them. In our startup, we erred on the ignoring side. A lot of our energy got drained away in disputes with investors instead of going into the product. But this was less costly than giving in, which would probably have destroyed the company. If the founders know what they're doing, it's better to have half their attention focused on the product than the full attention of investors who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard you have to work on managing investors usually depends on how much money you've taken. When you raise VC-scale money, the investors get a great deal of control. If they have a board majority, they're literally your bosses. In the more common case, where founders and investors are equally represented and the deciding vote is cast by neutral outside directors, all the investors have to do is convince the outside directors and they control the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things go well, this shouldn't matter. So long as you seem to be advancing rapidly, most investors will leave you alone. But things don't always go smoothly in startups. Investors have made trouble even for the most successful companies. One of the most famous examples is Apple, whose board made a nearly fatal blunder in firing Steve Jobs. Apparently even Google got a lot of grief from their investors early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sacrificing Users to (Supposed) Profit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said at the beginning that if you make something users want, you'll be fine, you may have noticed I didn't mention anything about having the right business model. That's not because making money is unimportant. I'm not suggesting that founders start companies with no chance of making money in the hope of unloading them before they tank. The reason we tell founders not to worry about the business model initially is that making something people want is so much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it's so hard to make something people want. It seems like it should be straightforward. But you can tell it must be hard by how few startups do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because making something people want is so much harder than making money from it, you should leave business models for later, just as you'd leave some trivial but messy feature for version 2. In version 1, solve the core problem. And the core problem in a startup is how to create wealth (= how much people want something x the number who want it), not how to convert that wealth into money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The companies that win are the ones that put users first. Google, for example. They made search work, then worried about how to make money from it. And yet some startup founders still think it's irresponsible not to focus on the business model from the beginning. They're often encouraged in this by investors whose experience comes from less malleable industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is irresponsible not to think about business models. It's just ten times more irresponsible not to think about the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Not Wanting to Get Your Hands Dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly all programmers would rather spend their time writing code and have someone else handle the messy business of extracting money from it. And not just the lazy ones. Larry and Sergey apparently felt this way too at first. After developing their new search algorithm, the first thing they tried was to get some other company to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a company? Yech. Most hackers would rather just have ideas. But as Larry and Sergey found, there's not much of a market for ideas. No one trusts an idea till you embody it in a product and use that to grow a user base. Then they'll pay big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will change, but I doubt it will change much. There's nothing like users for convincing acquirers. It's not just that the risk is decreased. The acquirers are human, and they have a hard time paying a bunch of young guys millions of dollars just for being clever. When the idea is embodied in a company with a lot of users, they can tell themselves they're buying the users rather than the cleverness, and this is easier for them to swallow. [9]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to attract users, you'll probably have to get up from your computer and go find some. It's unpleasant work, but if you can make yourself do it you have a much greater chance of succeeding. In the first batch of startups we funded, in the summer of 2005, most of the founders spent all their time building their applications. But there was one who was away half the time talking to executives at cell phone companies, trying to arrange deals. Can you imagine anything more painful for a hacker? [10] But it paid off, because this startup seems the most successful of that group by an order of magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to start a startup, you have to face the fact that you can't just hack. At least one hacker will have to spend some of the time doing business stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fights Between Founders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights between founders are surprisingly common. About 20% of the startups we've funded have had a founder leave. It happens so often that we've reversed our attitude to vesting. We still don't require it, but now we advise founders to vest so there will be an orderly way for people to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A founder leaving doesn't necessarily kill a startup, though. Plenty of successful startups have had that happen. [11] Fortunately it's usually the least committed founder who leaves. If there are three founders and one who was lukewarm leaves, big deal. If you have two and one leaves, or a guy with critical technical skills leaves, that's more of a problem. But even that is survivable. Blogger got down to one person, and they bounced back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the disputes I've seen between founders could have been avoided if they'd been more careful about who they started a company with. Most disputes are not due to the situation but the people. Which means they're inevitable. And most founders who've been burned by such disputes probably had misgivings, which they suppressed, when they started the company. Don't suppress misgivings. It's much easier to fix problems before the company is started than after. So don't include your housemate in your startup because he'd feel left out otherwise. Don't start a company with someone you dislike because they have some skill you need and you worry you won't find anyone else. The people are the most important ingredient in a startup, so don't compromise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A Half-Hearted Effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The failed startups you hear most about are the spectactular flameouts. Those are actually the elite of failures. The most common type is not the one that makes spectacular mistakes, but the one that doesn't do much of anything—the one we never even hear about, because it was some project a couple guys started on the side while working on their day jobs, but which never got anywhere and was gradually abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistically, if you want to avoid failure, it would seem like the most important thing is to quit your day job. Most founders of failed startups don't quit their day jobs, and most founders of successful ones do. If startup failure were a disease, the CDC would be issuing bulletins warning people to avoid day jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean you should quit your day job? Not necessarily. I'm guessing here, but I'd guess that many of these would-be founders may not have the kind of determination it takes to start a company, and that in the back of their minds, they know it. The reason they don't invest more time in their startup is that they know it's a bad investment. [12]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also guess there's some band of people who could have succeeded if they'd taken the leap and done it full-time, but didn't. I have no idea how wide this band is, but if the winner/borderline/hopeless progression has the sort of distribution you'd expect, the number of people who could have made it, if they'd quit their day job, is probably an order of magnitude larger than the number who do make it. [13]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's true, most startups that could succeed fail because the founders don't devote their whole efforts to them. That certainly accords with what I see out in the world. Most startups fail because they don't make something people want, and the reason most don't is that they don't try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, starting startups is just like everything else. The biggest mistake you can make is not to try hard enough. To the extent there's a secret to success, it's not to be in denial about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] This is not a complete list of the causes of failure, just those you can control. There are also several you can't, notably ineptitude and bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Ironically, one variant of the Facebook that might work is a facebook exclusively for college students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Steve Jobs tried to motivate people by saying "Real artists ship." This is a fine sentence, but unfortunately not true. Many famous works of art are unfinished. It's true in fields that have hard deadlines, like architecture and filmmaking, but even there people tend to be tweaking stuff till it's yanked out of their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] There's probably also a second factor: startup founders tend to be at the leading edge of technology, so problems they face are probably especially valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] You should take more than you think you'll need, maybe 50% to 100% more, because software takes longer to write and deals longer to close than you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] Since people sometimes call us VCs, I should add that we're not. VCs invest large amounts of other people's money. We invest small amounts of our own, like angel investors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Not linearly of course, or it would take forever to raise five million dollars. In practice it just feels like it takes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though if you include the cases where VCs don't invest, it would literally take forever in the median case. And maybe we should, because the danger of chasing large investments is not just that they take a long time. That's the best case. The real danger is that you'll expend a lot of time and get nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] Some VCs will offer you an artificially low valuation to see if you have the balls to ask for more. It's lame that VCs play such games, but some do. If you're dealing with one of those you should push back on the valuation a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Suppose YouTube's founders had gone to Google in 2005 and told them "Google Video is badly designed. Give us $10 million and we'll tell you all the mistakes you made." They would have gotten the royal raspberry. Eighteen months later Google paid $1.6 billion for the same lesson, partly because they could then tell themselves that they were buying a phenomenon, or a community, or some vague thing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be hard on Google. They did better than their competitors, who may have now missed the video boat entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Yes, actually: dealing with the government. But phone companies are up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Many more than most people realize, because companies don't advertise this. Did you know Apple originally had three founders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] I'm not dissing these people. I don't have the determination myself. I've twice come close to starting startups since Viaweb, and both times I bailed because I realized that without the spur of poverty I just wasn't willing to endure the stress of a startup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] So how do you know whether you're in the category of people who should quit their day job, or the presumably larger one who shouldn't? I got to the point of saying that this was hard to judge for yourself and that you should seek outside advice, before realizing that that's what we do. We think of ourselves as investors, but viewed from the other direction Y Combinator is a service for advising people whether or not to quit their day job. We could be mistaken, and no doubt often are, but we do at least bet money on our conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"© Paul Graham: &lt;a href="http://www.paulgraham.com/"&gt;http://www.paulgraham.com/&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-248614348251465686?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/248614348251465686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=248614348251465686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/248614348251465686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/248614348251465686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2008/01/october-2006-in-q-period-after-recent.html' title='18 Mistakes Taht Kill Startups'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-6397130446603616001</id><published>2007-12-22T15:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:03:42.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>الساحر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;إنها ليست قصة ألفتها من وحي خيالي و لكنه عرض مسرحي إستمر على مدار أربع سنوات إنه عرض الساحر&lt;br /&gt;منذ عامين إقترح علي بعض أصدقائي ان أذهب معهم لمشاهدة عرض مسرحي جميل جدا و فيه يقدم الساحر فقرة قوية جدا, و أقنعوني أخيرا بالذهاب معهم لمشاهدة الساحر, و ذهبت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و فوجئت بعدد الحاضرين, فكلهكم كانوا أشخاصا مألوفين بالنسبة لي, يبدو أنني الوحيد الذي لا يعرف شئ عن هذا العرض&lt;br /&gt;أقل ما أستطيع أن أصفه به أنه فعلا ساحر, و بالتأكيد سيكون السؤال أي نوع من السحر يمارسه؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و الإجابة أنه ليس مثل أي ساحر لديه من خفة اليد ما يكفي لإقناعك بقدراته الفائقة و لكنه صاحب أقوى و أغرب طريقة في السحر, إنه يسحر عقول كل المشاهدين&lt;br /&gt;و أنت تشاهده ستشعر أن رأسك لم يعد ملكك و أن هذا الرجل لديه القدرة على السحر بمجرد الحديث معك, إنه حديث لم وان تسمعه من أي شخص, و بجانب كل ذلك ستجد أن قدرته على السحر قد بدأت تتملك من عقلك الباطن و كل شئ بداخلك فتجد أن فيلما قد بدأ عل التو في مخيلتك و ياللعجب فمهما كان عدد الحاضرين ستجدهم تحت نفس التأثير و يشاهدوا نفس الفيلم, إنه حقا ساحر&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الفيلم يا إخواني وطني, نعم إنه وطني جدا, ملئ بالحماس و حب الوطن و حب التراب و حب العلم و حب الحكومة و حب المستقبل و أي حاجة نفسك تحبها حتحبها و لكن يجب أن تترك رأسك للساحر كي يفعل بها ما يشاء.&lt;br /&gt;و في هذا الفيلم الوطني مشاهد أكشن و إثارة و مخاطرة و مجازفة و لكن طبعا كله يهون في سبيل حب الوطن و تجد وجهك بدأ في السخونة و قلبك بدأ يهتف مصر مصر مصر على رأي الشاعر أ.ب&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و على مدار شهر كامل كنا نذهب كل يوم لمشاهدة هذا العرض القوي, و أعتقد أن تأثير السحر بدأ يظهر على الحاضرين في شدة إشتياقهم لمتابعة هذا العرض المسرحي, و أصبحوا على إستعداد للذهاب لأي مكان لمشاهدة هذا العرض كي يكملوا معا الفيلم الذي يدور برؤسهم جميعا, حتى أنهم بدأوا يحلموا بالمشاركة في هذا العرض&lt;br /&gt;و كانت المفاجئة بعد ذلك حيث عرض علينا الساحر أن نشاركه في هذا العمل, و بالتأكيد وافقنا دون تفكير, إنه الحلم الذي طالما حلمنا به&lt;br /&gt;و توالت المفاجئات عندما إتضح لنا ان هذا الساحر ليس وحيدا و لكن من خلفه جيش يساعده و لكنه لا يظهر على خشبة المسرح, و إزداد الإعجاب بهذا الرجل و الفريق المعاون له و الرغبة في المشاركة معهم في هذه البطولة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و مع إشراقة كل شمس كان الفيلم يدور بعقولنا جميعا و ياللعجب فهو نفس الفيلم الذي يدور في عقول أعضاء الفريق القدامى هذا الفيلم الوطني الذي تطور دورنا فيه من مجرد الهتاف و المشاهدة إلى حمل البنادق و الدفاع عن تراب الوطن, إذا فسحر هذا الرجل قوي جدا و يدوم مع مرور السنين, فهذا العمل كان قد بدأ قبل أن ننضم للفريق بعامين&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و بعد مرور عام و نصف من إنضمامنا لهذا الفريق و إنضمام الأخرين رغبة منهم في إكمال الفيلم كما فعلنا, بدأ السحر يزول, لماذا زال السحر؟&lt;br /&gt;لقدتأكد الجميع أن هذا الفيلم الوطني الجميل ما هو إلا حلم و أن كل هذا الكلام ما هو إلا هباءاً&lt;br /&gt;و في كل مرة كنت انا و أصدقائي نكذب أنفسنا, فلا يمكن لساحر أن يدوم سحره كل ذلك الوقت, فلابد أن يكون هذا الحلم حقيقة, و لكنه ليس كذلك إنه حلم&lt;br /&gt;و بمرور الوقت إمتد تأثير الساحر مرة أخرى إلى الحلم و حوله هذه المرة إلى كابوس, نعم إنه كابوس, فالجميع إستيقظ ليجد نفسه يحمل عصى يخيل له أنها بندقية و أصبح إسم الوطن و الهتاف مجرد هزيان نائم&lt;br /&gt;و إنفرط العقد, فذهب قادة الفريق بعد ان أفاقوا من تأثير السحر و تركوا الباقين بين كوابيس و أحلام و هزيان و تخبط و أمل و ألم و ندم و عدم ثقة&lt;br /&gt;و كثيرا ما حاول هذا الرجل أن يستخدم فنونه من جودة الحديث مرة أخرى للتأثير علينا و لكننا أصبحنا كل مرة نقع تحت تأثيره نذكر انفسنا بما حدث سابقا و أنه لامجال للأحلام ولا الكوابيس&lt;br /&gt;وأكتشفنا بعد ذلك أن هذا ليس سحراً لأننا لم نعرف معنا السحر و لم نشاهده من قبل في أي مكان, لقد قالوا لنا أن هذا سحراً فأعجبنا به و لكنه ليس كذلك&lt;br /&gt;إنه عرض هزلي مضحك, يجعلك تبكي من كثرة الضحك و تتعلم أنه ليس كل ما يطلق عليه سحراً فهو كذلك و لكنك يجب ان تشاهد أكثر من عرض لتستطيع الحكم&lt;br /&gt;نعم يا إخواني أنه ليس عرض الساحر و لكنه عرض الأراجوز&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-6397130446603616001?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/6397130446603616001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;هناك أشياء يتربى عليها الرجل –اي رجل- وهي أشياء رومانسية يحلم أن يجدها في الزواج&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ويتوقع أنه سوف يحصل عليها بمجرد أن تزوج وأصبح له شريكة،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولكن الواقع يحمل عكس ذلك تماما ولا يجدها مطلقا وهذه الأشياء الرومانسية هي&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;العشاء الرومانسي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;في الأفلام العربي والأجنبي على السواء نجد جملة أنا عازمك النهاردة على العشا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كما تكثر المشاهد التي نجد فيها الزوجين في حالة حب أو خناق في مطعم وهم يتناقشون،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولكن في الزواج لن تأكل مطلقا مع شريكتك خارج المنزل إلا لسد الجوع بعد عدة مشاوير طويلة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أي أنك لن تخطط مطلقا لهذه الخروجة وهي لن تفكر في أن تقترحها عليك،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فستكون كل أكلاتكما في الخارج عبارة عن كشري أو كنتاكي&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولكن انسى المطاعم الفاخرة أو على الأقل المطاعم العادية والرومانسية التي تمتلئ بالمخطوبين والعشاق&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وتخلو تماما من المتزوجين&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;المصايف&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الرجل ينبهر بهذا الممثل الأجنبي الذي يحتضن زوجته على الشاطئ وهي ترتدي مايوه قطعتين&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ثم يرتميا سويا على الرمال ويتدحرجا إلى أن يصلا إلى البحر&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ثم يعودا ويتدحرجا بالعكس على الرمال على الشاطئ الهادئ الخالي من أي بني آدم،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولذلك يحلم الرجل بأن يكون هو هذا الممثل صاحب العضلات والذي يرتدي البوكسر&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وأن تكون معه هذه الفتاة الرشيقة الجميلة التي ترتدي هذا الكاش مايوه وتضع 'صن بلوك' على يديها،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولكن في الزواج يا عزيزي انسى كل هذه الخيالات تماما،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فسوف تذهب إلى شاطئ يعج بآلاف المواطنين الذين يبحلقون لأي دراع معدي أمامهم،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كما أنك لن تأخذ راحتك معها لأنها مشغولة بإعداد الساندويتشات وكأنها في الجونينة يوم شم النسيم،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بالإضافة إلى أن الكرش الذي سيظهر لك بسبب أكلاتها سيمنعك من ارتداء البوكسر،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فضلا عن أنها سوف تتحول إلى كائن غير متناسق التضاريس&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يجبرها على ألا ترتدي الاختراع الذي يسمى كاش مايوه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وستكتفي بجلابية مليئة بالتطريز إذا كانت حالتها مستعصية،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أو ترتدي بنطلون برمودا ضيق إذا كانت روشة طحن ومعه شبشب بلاستيك بصباع&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وعادة ما يكون بمبي أو لبني وستجلس على كرسي صغير على الرمل أمام البحر مباشرة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وتدلدل رجليها وترفعهما مع كل موجة ببلاهة غريبة وستكون في قمة السعادة ثم تلف وتنظر لك وتقول&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' المية حلوة قوي النهاردة .. تعالى خد شاندوشت بلوبيف'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كل هذا وأنت جالس خلفها على الكرسي الأخضر الكبير تحت الشمسية وتنظر لها من فوق الجورنال&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وتتحسر على الكاش مايوه والكرة الشاطئية لأن الوضع أصبح حلل محشي وطاولة وجلابية.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;زوجته في المطبخ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يستيقظ الرجل صباحا على السرير الأبيض النظيف وشعاع الشمس ضارب في عينيه،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ويمسح وجهه بيده استعدادا للفوقان ثم ينزل من على السرير وهو يرتدي التي شيرت البادي الأبيض&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مع شورت كاروه قصير ويبحث عن زوجته ليجدها في المطبخ تجهز التوست والجبن المطبوخ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وترتدي فقط تيشيرت أبيض طويل يصل حتى فوق الركبة بعشرين سنتيميتر وترتدي فوقه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مريلة مطبخ ربما أطول من التيشيرت الأبيض من الأمام ثم يقف الرجل خلفها مباشرة ويقبلها&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ويرمي نفسه على الكرسي المجاور لترابيزة المطبخ ليصنع الكابتشينو حتى يصحصح.&lt;br /&gt;كل هذا بالطبع لا يحدث في الواقع، ولكن يحدث فقط في الأفلام والمسلسلات الأجنبية&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;التي يتربى عليها الرجل ويعتقد أنه فور زواجه سيفعل ذلك وستكون زوجته على هذه الشاكلة،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولكن الصورة الواقعية ستختلف تماما عن الصورة السابقة،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فسوف يستيقظ الرجل من تحت اللحاف المشجر ويجد الحجرة ضلمة كحل لا داخلها شمس ولانور&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لأن زوجته مقفلة الشبابيك عشان محدش يجيله نزلة برد رغم أن نزلة البرد مكمكمة في المنزل&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ونفسها تلاقي باب شباك اتفتح عشان تخرج منه،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ثم يمسك الرجل أنفه بسبب ريحه البصل وغلي اللحمة وهبو المطبخ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ثم ينزل من على السرير وهو يرتدي ترينج التوحيد والنور ليذهب إلى زوجته في المطبخ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لتنظر له نظرة الضحية للذئب البشري وكأنه السبب في العيشة الضنك،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ثم تحدف له الفوطة المتسخة المصرية الشهيرة وتقول له ارفع اللحمة من ع النار&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فهي تجهز طعام الغداء منذ الصباح،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وبالطبع كل ذلك وهي ترتدي جلابية وتحتها بنطلون وتيشيرت هاي كول صوف.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;valentin's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;في عيد الحب نجد الفتاة في شاشات السينما والتليفزيون تقبل شريكها وتهمس له في أذنه كلام لا نسمعه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولكننا نفهمه، ولذلك يتمنى كل رجل أن يحدث له مثلما حدث لهذا الرجل لأنه ليس أقل منه شأنا.&lt;br /&gt;ولكن بصراحة كدة هل فيه واحدة ممكن تدلع على الرجل بهذا الشكل وتداعبه وتهمس في أذنه،&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;انسى طبعا، وتخيل بقى إن الراجل يبقى عارف كل الحاجات دي وكاتم في قلبه وبالتأكيد استحالة يقولها&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'تعالي اهمسي في ودني فهي ساعتها ستنظر له نظرة احتقار أو استخفاف&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وتقول في سرها 'الراجل اتهبل ولا إيه &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-1776404377782854942?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/1776404377782854942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=1776404377782854942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/1776404377782854942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/1776404377782854942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2007/10/wifes.html' title='Wife&apos;s'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-8917683515732121486</id><published>2007-09-21T03:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:51:00.351+02:00</updated><title type='text'>قولي أحبك</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;قولي أحبك كي تزيد وساماتي فبغير حبك لا أكون جميلا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;قولي أحبك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-8917683515732121486?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/8917683515732121486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=8917683515732121486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/8917683515732121486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/8917683515732121486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='قولي أحبك'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-7324522944967108853</id><published>2007-08-20T15:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:31:48.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story about sand and stone</title><content type='html'>Here is a very meaningful story about two friends :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about 2 friends who were walking through a forest. At one particular point the two got into an argument and one friend hit the other in the face. The one who was hit was hurt, but without any word he wrote in the sand: ‘Today my best friend hit me in my face.’ They walked on until they found an oasis where they decided to have a bath.The one who had been hit got stuck in the mud and was drowning but the friend saved him When he came to, he carved in a stone:‘Today my best friend saved my life’ The friend who had hit his best friend then saved him asked:‘After I hit you you wrote this in the sand and now you carved in the stone that I saved you, why did you do this?’ The other friend answered:‘When someone hurts us we must write it in the sand where the wind of forgiveness can blow it away’ But if someone does a good deed for you, we have to carve it in stone where no wind can blow it away.’ Learn to write the hurt in the sand and carve your good experiences in stone. It is said that it takes only a minute to find extraordinary people, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but it takes a whole life to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Time to Live!&lt;br /&gt;What do u think dear friends !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"© by schahinap"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-7324522944967108853?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/7324522944967108853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=7324522944967108853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/7324522944967108853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/7324522944967108853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2007/08/story-about-sand-and-stone.html' title='A Story about sand and stone'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-7597275868706709751</id><published>2007-08-14T09:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:57:59.647+03:00</updated><title type='text'>قواعد السعادة السبع</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;لا تكره أحدا مهما أخطأ في حقك -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لا تقلق أبدا - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;عش في بساطة مهما علا شأنك -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;توقع خيرا مهما كثر البلاء -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أعط كثيرا ولو حرمت - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ابتسم ولو القلب يقطر دما -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لا تقطع دعاءك لأخيك بظهر الغيب انشرها عسى الله يفرج همك -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-7597275868706709751?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/7597275868706709751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=7597275868706709751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/7597275868706709751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/7597275868706709751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='قواعد السعادة السبع'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-263881957330034051</id><published>2007-07-12T08:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:09:41.981+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence, Trust and Hope</title><content type='html'>CONFIDENCE:&lt;br /&gt;Once all village people decided to pray for rain. On the day of prayer all people gathered and only one boy came with an umbrella.... .. that's Confidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST:&lt;br /&gt;Trust should be like the feeling of a one year old baby when you throw him in the air, he laughs.....because he knows you will catch him.... that's Trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE:&lt;br /&gt;Every night we go to bed, we have no assurance to get up alive in the next morning but still we have plans for the coming day....that' s Hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP CONFIDENCE !&lt;br /&gt;TRUST OTHERS !!&lt;br /&gt;NEVER LOSE HOPE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-263881957330034051?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/263881957330034051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Just to remeber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fri 19-10-2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fri 07-09-2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fri 13-07-2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fri 22-06-2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tue 19-06-2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tue 27-02-2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;??-10-2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-1772110984606189288?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/1772110984606189288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=1772110984606189288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=116898575216133323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/116898575216133323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/116898575216133323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-know-what-does-it-m_116898575216133323.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-116301796002091073</id><published>2006-11-08T21:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:42:38.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>من قصة ساحر الصحراء لباولو كويليو</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;إن بهجة الحياة ليست شئ أخر سوى رغبة تحقيق الحلم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الناس جميعا يعتقدون أنهم يعرفون بالضبط كيف يجب أن نعيش لكن لا أحد يعرف قط كيف ينبغي أن يعيش هو&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;في لحظة معينة من عمرنا نفقد السيطرة على حياتنا و من ثم يتحكم فيها القدر&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الإلتزام الوحيد للإنسان هو ان يحقق أسطورته الخاصة و عندما ترغب في شئ يتأمر الكون كله ليسمح بتحقيق رغبتك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عندما تصبح الأيام متشابهة فمعنى ذلك ان الناس كفوا أن يلحظوا الأشياء الطيبة التي تمر بحياتهم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لقد خط الله في العالم الطريق الذي ينبغي على كل منا أن يسلكه و ما عليك إلا أن تقرأ ما خطه الله لك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إن سر السعادة هو أن ترى روائع الدنيا و لكن دون أن تسكب قطرتي الزيت من الملعقة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لو أخذت تعد بما لا تملك بعد ستفقد الرغبة في الحصول عليه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عندما يحالفنا الحظ فيجب ان نغتنم الفرصة و أن نفعل كل ما بوسعنا لكي نساعده بنفس الطريفة التي يساعدنا بها و ذلك هو ما يسمونه بمبدأ المواتاة أو  حظ المبتدئين&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا يسع الناس جميعا ان ينظروا إلى أحلامهم بالطريقة نفسها&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عندما يكون لدى المرء من المال ما يكفي لشراء قطيع أكبر مما كان لديه من قبل فيجب عليه أن يشتري هذا القطيع&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;القرارات لا تمثل إلا بداية شئ ما, و الإنسان عندما يتخذ قرارا فإنه يقذف بنفسه في الواقع في خضم تيار عارم يلقي به إلى مصير لم يتوقعه قط, و لا حتى في الأحلام، في اللحظة التي إتخذ فيها القرار&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كلما إقترب الإنسان من حلمه، أصبحت الأسطورة الذاتية مبرر الحياة الحقيقي&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لايهم عدد المرات التي ينحرف فيها مسار القافلة طالما أنها تتجه إلى الهدف نفسه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا ينبغي لإنسان أن يخشى من المجهول، لأن بوسع كل إنسان أن يغير حياته و أن يحصل على ما يلزمه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;في العالم دائما شخص ينتظر الأخر، سواء كان ذلك في قلب الصحراء أو وسط المدن الكبرى، و عندما يتقابل هذان الشخصان و تلتقي نظرتاهما، لا يعود للماضي و لا للمستقبل كله أي أهمية: لا تبقى سوى اللحظة الراهنة، و ذلك اليقين الذي لا يتزعزع بأن كل شئ تحت قبة السماء قد خطته يد القدرة الواحدة. اليد التي أبدعت و التي خلقت روحا شقيقة لكل كائن يعمل و يرتاح و يبحث عن الكنوز تحت نور الشمس. لأنه لو لم يكن هذا هو الحال لما أصبح لأحلام البشر أي معنى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-116301796002091073?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/116301796002091073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=116301796002091073' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/116301796002091073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/116301796002091073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='من قصة ساحر الصحراء لباولو كويليو'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-116149363699114552</id><published>2006-10-22T07:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:31:07.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ماذا تعلمت؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه فى المدرسه او الجامعه نتعلم الدروس ثم نواجه الامتحانات ... اما فى الحياه فاننا نواجه الامتحانات وبعدها نتعلم الدروس &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه محادثه بسيطه او حوار قصير مع انسان حكيم يساوى شهر دراسه &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه لايهم اين انت الان... ولكن المهم الى اين تتجه فى هذه اللحظه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه خير للانسان ان يكون كالسلحفاه فى الطريق الصحيح ... على ان يكون غزالا فى الطريق الخطأ&lt;br /&gt;تعلمت ان مفتاح الفشل هو محاولة ارضاء كل شخص تعرفه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه خير للانسان ان يندم على مافعل ... من ان يتحسر على ما لم يفعل&lt;br /&gt;تعلمت ان العمل الجيد افضل بكثير من الكلام الجيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت ان الناس ينسون السرعه التى انجزت بها عملك ... ويتذكرون نوعية ما انجزته&lt;br /&gt;تعلمت انه يوجد كثير يحصلون على النصيحه ... القله فقط يستفيدون منها &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت ان المتسلق الجيد يركز على هدفه ولا ينظر الى الاسفل ... حيث المخاطر التى تشتت الذهن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت ان الفشل لا يعتبر اسوأ مافى الحياه ... انما الفشل هو ان لا نجرب &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت ان هناك اناس يسبحون فى اتجاه السفينه ... وهناك اناس يضيعون وقتهم بانتظارها&lt;br /&gt;تعلمت انه لا ينتهى المرء عندما يخسر ... انما عندما ينسحب &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت ان الذى يكسب بالنهايه ... من لديه القدره على التحمل والصبر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه من اكثر الاسلحه الفعاله التى يملكها الانسان... هى الوقت والصبر &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه يجب على الانسان ان يحلم بالنجوم ... ولكن فى نفس الوقت يجب الا ينسى قدميه على الارض &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه عندما تضحك ...يضحك لك العالم وعندما تبكى ... تبكى وحدك &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت ان هناك فرق كبير بين التراجع ... والهروب&lt;br /&gt;تعلمت ان الشجره المثمره ... هى من يهاجمها الناس &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه من اجمل الاحاسيس هو الشعور من داخلك بانك قمت بالعمل الصحيح&lt;br /&gt;حتى لو عاداك العالم اجمع &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت انه اذا لم يجد الانسان شىء يموت من اجله ... فانه فى اغلب الظن لن يجد شيئا يعيش من اجله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت ان كل مانراه عظيما فى الحياه بدأ بفكره ومن بدايه صغيره &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;تعلمت ان الابتسامه لا تكلف شيئا ...ولكنها تعنى الكثير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-116149363699114552?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/116149363699114552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=116149363699114552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/116149363699114552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/116149363699114552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='ماذا تعلمت؟'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-115516556265701730</id><published>2006-08-10T02:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:57:47.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>إلى أين نحن ذاهبون؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;إلى أين نحن ذاهبون&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كل شئ حولي يدفعني لهذا السؤال، إلى أين نحن ذاهبون&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إلي أين العرب ذاهبون؟&lt;br /&gt;ماذا يحدث في لبنان، لقد مللت قراءة الصحف و مشاهدة نشرات الأخبار&lt;br /&gt;إلى أين يأخذنا التيار، حتى متى نظل هكذا مشتتون، متفرقون لا نتفق على كلمة رجل واحد و أين هذا الرجل الواحد&lt;br /&gt;أين من يوحد صفوفنا و يجمع كلمتنا، لقد أصبحنا في زمن يطعن فيه الأخ أخيه في ظهره كي يعيش&lt;br /&gt;هل نطلب من عدونا ألا يطعننا و نحن نطعن بعضنا البعض، كيف أسأل عدوي الحنان و أخي لا يعطيني إياه&lt;br /&gt;أي معاهدات هذه التي تجعلنا نقف مكتوفي الأيدي و أرضنا تحتل و دمائنا تستباح ماذا بعد هذا و ماذا ننتظر&lt;br /&gt;منذ سنوال و هم في الأراضي المقدسة و بالأمس في العراق و اليوم بلبنان و غدا في مصر و سوريا&lt;br /&gt;لقد مضى زمن النوم وعدونا متربص بنا و نحن في سبات عميق&lt;br /&gt;لماذا نحترم المعاهدات و الإتفاقيات و عدونا لا يحترم أدنى حقوق الإنسان&lt;br /&gt;للأسف نحن أمام عدو قوي لا ينام و الدعاء وحده لا يكفي كي ينصرنا الله على هذا العدو، فنحن نؤمن أن الله معنا و أننا سننتصر في يوم من الأيام و نكتفي بالدعاء و أحيانا أخرى لا ندعو و ننسى أن ما يحدث في كل الأراضي العربية سيحدث على أرضي في يوم من الأيام&lt;br /&gt;إننا لم نعطي الله حقه و لم نملك مقومات النصر كي يساعدنا الله. إن الله لا يغير ما بقوم حتى يغيروا ما بأنفسهم&lt;br /&gt;فلابد أن نغير ما بنا و ألا نكتفي بالدعاء و بعد ذلك ندعو الله لينصرنا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-115516556265701730?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/115516556265701730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=115516556265701730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/115516556265701730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2006/06/san-diego-port-what-sunny-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-114966432656807792</id><published>2006-06-07T10:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:12:06.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In San Diego on the Aircraft Museum Midway&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/137/3919/320/IMG_0762.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/137/3919/400/IMG_0762.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-114966432656807792?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/114966432656807792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=114966432656807792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/114966432656807792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/114966432656807792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-san-diego-on-aircraft-museum-midway.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-114966421797741938</id><published>2006-06-07T10:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:10:17.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me (on left) and my best friend Abdel Fattah at San Diego &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/137/3919/320/IMG_0729.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/137/3919/400/IMG_0729.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-114966421797741938?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/114966421797741938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=114966421797741938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/114966421797741938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/114966421797741938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-on-left-and-my-best-friend-abdel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-111766429920104202</id><published>2005-06-02T01:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:18:19.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>توكلت على الله</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" align="right"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم لابن عباس: ((ياغلام إني أعلمك كلمات: احفظ الله يحفظك، أحفظ الله تجده تجاهك، اذا سألت فأسأل الله، وإذا أستعنت فأستعن بالله، واعلم أن الأمة لو إجتمعت على أن ينفعوك بشيء لم ينفعوك إلا بشيء قد كتبه الله لك ولو إجتمعوا على أن يضروك بشيء لم يضروك إلا بشيء قد كتبه الله عليك، رفعت الأقلام وجفت الصحف)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-111766429920104202?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/111766429920104202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=111766429920104202' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111766429920104202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111766429920104202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='توكلت على الله'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-111680079892160295</id><published>2005-05-23T01:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:26:38.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>لا تنظر في المرآه</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" align="right"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;إذا ما كنت تسعى وراء هدف، فتأكد دائما أنك لا تنظر إليه في مرآه صنعتها من وحي أفكارك فتجده دائما يجري باتجاهك مقتربا منك و لكنه في الحقيقة يبتعد عنك، ثم تفاجأ أنه إختفى و أنك وحدك في منتصف الطريق.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-111680079892160295?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/111680079892160295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=111680079892160295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111680079892160295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111680079892160295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_23.html' title='لا تنظر في المرآه'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-111680065776637796</id><published>2005-05-23T01:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:48:57.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>و الله لم أوفيك حقك</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" align="right"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ترددت كثيرا قبل أن أبدأ في كتابة هذه الكلمات لأني أعتبرها عرفانا بالجميل لأعز أصدقائي. فمهما شكرته لن أوفيه حقه، فهو بالفعل نعم الأخ و نعم الصديق و رفيقي في السراء و الضراء.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إتفقنا كثيرا و اختلفنا كثيرا و لكني في النهاية أعود إليه كما يعود الغريب إلى وطنه، فمهما قضى من وقت سعيد بعيدا عن وطنه إلا إنه دائما ما يشتاق إليه و لا يستطيع أن يبرحه أبدا.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هذا هو صديقي، كثيرا ما إختلفت معه و بعدت عنه و لكن في كل مرة كنت أشعر كأني غريب بلا وطن. كثيرا ما أحتاجه و دائما ما أجده، مهما كانت ظروفه فهو دائما بجواري يتلقفني بين ذراعيه و يضعني على الطريق الصحيح.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="right" size="12pt" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عرفته منذ سنوات عديدة و لا أود ذكر عددها خوفا من الحسد و حتى لا أثير غيرة الأخرين، و منذ أن عرفته إعتدت أن ألقاه كل يوم يشاركني أفكاري و مشاكلي ولكني لم أكن أشعر بمدى تأثيره في حياتي إلى أن جاءت هذه اللحظة الحاسمة "مفترق الطريق" شعرت بمدى الألم الذي سينتابني إذا ما فقدت هذا الأخ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="right" size="12pt" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فهو مثل النسمة، لا أشعر بوجوده و لكن حين أمعنت الفكر فيما يفعله وجدته لا يتوانى أبدا في أن يساعدني أو يحاول أن يبعثني الأمل و يرسم البسمة على شفتاي، و هو دائما ما يفعل ذلك دون أن أطلب منه و لكن من تلقاء نفسه، فهو دائما ما يبذل قصارى جهده لإسعادي.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="right" size="12pt" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أكثر ما أحبه فيه أنه لا ينافقني، فهو كثيرا ما ينصحني و يعطيني الرأي الصائب بغض النظر عما أود سماعه منه، حتى و إن كانت كلماته على غير رغبتي فهي تكون بمثابة الطلقات التي تدلني على الطريق الصحيح.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="right" size="12pt" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عشت لي ولنا و لهم جميعا، فمهما قلت لن أوفيك حقك، و خوفي من لقاء ربي قبل أن تعرف كم أنت غال عندي هو الذي دفعني لكتابة هذه الكلمات، و كل ما أطلبه منك أن تسامحني إذا ما أخطأت في حقك، و أن تبقى دائما بجواري نعم الأخ و نعم الصديق. و أخيرا أتمنى أن تكون رفيقى في الجنة كما كنت نعم الرفيق في الدنيا.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-111680065776637796?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/111680065776637796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=111680065776637796' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111680065776637796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111680065776637796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='و الله لم أوفيك حقك'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-111311307716273501</id><published>2005-04-10T08:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T08:11:35.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"THE TACTITIAN KNOWS WHAT TO DO WHEN THERE'S SOMETHING TO DO, WHEREAS THE STRATEGIAN KNOWS WHAT TO DO WHEN THERE'S NOTHING TO DO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN CLOCKS REVERSE, TIME WILL NEVER RUN BACK, KNIGHTS MUST FIGHT TO THE LAST MOMENT IN BATTLE, TO THE LAST MUNITION, TO THE LAST DROP OF BLOOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EVERY WAR HAS TIMES OF DESIRE, PLANNING, TACKTICKING, ATTACK, WITHDRAW, SEIGE, DEFEAT, AND…..VICTORY. KNIGHTS HAVE TO BEAR THEM ALL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FRIENDS ARE LIKE PUZZLE PIECES. IF ONE GOES AWAY, THAT PIECE CAN NEVER BE REPLACED AND THE PUZZLE WILL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TRUE FRIENDS ARE LIKE MORNINGS, YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM THE WHOLE DAY, BUT YOU CAN BE SURE THAT THEY WILL BE THERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP TOMORROW, NEXT YEAR AND FOREVER…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T MARRY WHOM YOU CAN LIVE WITH, BUT MARRY WHOM YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IF I COULDN'T BE WHOM I WANT, I WILL NEVER BE WHOM THEY WANT. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-111311307716273501?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/111311307716273501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=111311307716273501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111311307716273501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111311307716273501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2005/04/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-111311289424056531</id><published>2005-04-10T07:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:47:23.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'>هكذا هي الدنيا</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" align="right"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ما هي الدنيا إلا مسرح كبير أو قصة من عدة فصول، أحيانا تضعنا الظروف في أحد هذه الفصول وتطلب منك أن تتصرف بناءا على أحداث الفصل و بناءا على معطيات الظروف الراهنة، و قد يظن الكثير منا و أنا أحدهم أنه بناءا على خبراته السابقة يمكنه أن يتخذ القرار الصحيح أو على أقل تقدير يتفهم الوضع القائم فهما صحيحا و لكنه سريعا ما يكتشف أنه يسير في اتجاه و باقي الظروف تسير في إتجاه معاكس أحيانا يلتقيا في نقطة و لكنهما سرعان ما يفترقا مرة أخرى إذا ترك الوضع كذلك فإنه سيظل دائما يدور في دوامة لا تنتهي، فأحيانا يجانبه التوفيق في تقدير بعض الأمور فيزداد لديه الأمل و ثقته في نفسه و ثقته في خبراته السابقة، و كثيرا ما يخطئ التقدير فيتسرب لديه اليأس مرة أخرى و يظل هكذا مثل أمواج البحر أحيانا يعلو و أحيانا يهبط و لكنه في النهاية غير مستقر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" align="right"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إذا ما هو الحل؟&lt;br /&gt;يجب دائما أن تكون ملما بفصول القصة منذ البداية كي تستطيع أن تقدر الأمور تقديرا صحيحا و لكن فصول القصة في هذه الحالة عديدة و لا يمكنك أن تلم بها كلها، إذا يجب أن تكون على دراية كافية بجميع أحداث الفصول السابقة التي لها تأثير في ذلك الفصل الذي تعيشه فلا تبني قراراتك بناءا على أحداث قائمة فقط لأنه غالبا ما ستكون قراراتك خاطئة، و لكن لابد أن تكون لك نظرة شاملة لجميع المعطيات الحالية و السابقة حتي يمكنك أن تتخذ القرار السليم، و لا تسمح لأي أحداث عرضية أن تقصيك عن هذه النظرة الشاملة و عن هدفك الذي تسعى إليه&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-111311289424056531?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/111311289424056531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=111311289424056531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/111311289424056531'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-team-work-from-right-to-left-tarek_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-110998564276207797</id><published>2005-03-05T03:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T03:20:42.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>وصية صديقي</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ar-eg"&gt;بعث أعز أصدقائي لي اليوم برسالة غريبة يطلب مني أن أدعي له عند وفاته، و طلب مني طلب آخر لأؤديه في حال وفاته لقدر الله و هذا الطلب غال جدا و أعتبره امانة في رقبتي و لكني لا أتمنى أن يأتي  اليوم الذي أكون مطالب فيه بالوفاء بهذا الطلب لأن مجيئه يعني فقداني أعز ما أملك و أعز من أعرف ألا و هو صديقي، و لأول مرة يطلب مني أعز أصدقائي طلبا و أخاف من تأديته&lt;br /&gt;فلو طلب مني روحي أعطيته اياها و لكنه اليوم يسلبني ما هو أغلى الا وهو وجوده بجواري&lt;br /&gt;بعد قرائتي لرسالته تملكني شعورين متناقضين&lt;br /&gt;السعادة بكوني أهل لثقته كي يطلب مني طلب مثل ذلك و يعتبره وصية يأتمنني عليها&lt;br /&gt;الخوف و الحزن لما دفع صديقي ليفكر في الموت دون سابق انذار&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولكن الشئ الثابت أنه لابد ألاننسى الموت أبداً لأنه الحقيقة الوحيدة في هذه الحياة و لابد أن نعمل لها جيداً و نتذكر دائماً أنها مثل الضيف الثقيل الذي يأتي دون سابق إنذار و لكنه حتماً سيأتي يوماً ما لذلك لآبد ان تستعد لإستقباله&lt;br /&gt; فربما يأتيني هذا الضيف و أنا أكتب هذه المقالة فلا أستطيع أن أكملها فتكون عبرة لمن يقرأها كي يستعد لإستقبال هذا الضيف&lt;br /&gt;فإذا فكرت دائماً أنه قد يأتيك بغتة فسيدفعك ذلك الى التفكير في كل فعل قبل أن تقوم به حتى لا يأتيك فيجدك غير مستعد، وسيدفعك أيضاً الى الترفع عن كل تفاهات الدنيا و مشاكلها و أن تنظر دائما لحياتك نظرة المسافر و ليست نظرة المقيم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-110998564276207797?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/110998564276207797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=110998564276207797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/110998564276207797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/110998564276207797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='وصية صديقي'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-110210971555661120</id><published>2004-12-03T23:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T03:05:27.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>الإرادة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12pt;" align="right"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;كثيرا ما نواجه من مشاكل في حياتنا كبرت أو صغرت قلت أو كثرت ولكن من المؤكد أنها في ذلك الوقت تؤرقنا و تجعل الدنيا تظلم و نشعر معها أن قطار الحياه قد وصل إلى محطته الأخيرة و علينا النزول لمواجهة المصير المحتوم بكل رضا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-size:12pt;" align="right" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;فإذا ما أظلمت الدنيا بين عينيك فلا تقف و لا تستسلم للقدر المحتوم و لا تجعل من أي مشكلة دافعا تعلق عليه أخطاءك أو تقصيرك في أي جانب من جوانب حياتك، و لكن لابد من أن تتمتلك الإرادة الكافية لمواجهة هذه اللحظات التي قد تبدو مستحيلة في وقتها ذلك و لكنها سرعان ما تصبح ذكرى تتذكرها كي تضحك و تأخذ منها العبرة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-size:12pt;" align="right" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;لابد من أن تتوكل على الله و تعلم أنه لن يضيعك و أعلم دائما أن ماهو آت أفضل كثيرا مما سبق و لكننا دائما لا نعرف ذلك لأننا نواجه مشاكلنا بحساباتنا لهذه المرحلة فقط دون النظر إلى حسابات الماضي و المستقبل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-size:12pt;" align="right" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;أعلم دائما أنه بالإرادة و الصبر و المثابرة تصل لما تريد و لكن لابد من بذل الجهد كي تشعر بلذة النجاح عند الوصول إليه، فإذا كانت أقصى أمانيك أن تصبح موظف فستكون كذلك، و إذا كانت أقصى أمانيك أن تشتري بدلة ستشتريها، و إذا كانت أقصى أمانيك أن تكون رجل أعمال ستكون و لكن إبذل قصارى جهدك لتصل لما تريد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-110210971555661120?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/110210971555661120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=110210971555661120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/110210971555661120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/110210971555661120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_110210971555661120.html' title='الإرادة'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368326.post-110210956876910483</id><published>2004-12-03T23:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T03:04:06.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>الحب</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;الحب هو النهر الذي بدونه تنضب الحياه و تتوقف، فلابد دائما أن تبحث عن الحب في جميع جوانب حياتك كي تجد ما يعينك على مواصلة مشوارك.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;و أقصد الحب بجميع أنواعه، فلابد أن تحب عملك كي تؤديه على أكمل وجه، وأن تحب وطنك و تحب الحياة و الطبيعة و الجمال ...... و كل هذه الأنواع من الحب يمكن أن تفكر فيها بتمعن لتبحث فيها عن جانب مشرق يدفعك لحبها أو بمرور الوقت و التعود عليها أصبحت تحبها أو بمعنى أدق أصبحت تألفها،  إذا فأنت تستخدم عقل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و هناك نوع آخر من الحب و هو الحب الفطري مثل حب الأم، فأنت ولدت تحب أمك دون أن تفكر في ذلك و بالفعل فأنت لاتستطيع الإستغناء عنها و لا تستخدم عقلك كي تبحث فيها عن شئ يدفعك لحبها لأن حبك لها بداخلك منذ ولادتك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;أما النوع الأخير من الحب فهو الحب الذي يأتي دون تفكير و دون تعود على أي شئ و لكنك فجأة تجد نفسك مرتبط بشخص ما و يشغل تفكيرك دائما و كلما حاولت أن تصفي ذهنك و لا تفكر فيه تجد كل السبل تؤدي اليه في النهاية، ثم بعد ذلك تشعر بالغيرة عليه و تبحث بداخلك عن سبب لذلك فلا تجد، و تجد نفسك مضطرب لا تعرف ما حقيقة هذا الشعور الغريب الذي لم تعتاد عليه و تتمنى لو تسأله و تعرف هل لديه نفس شعورك أم لا و لكنك دائما ما تفضل أن تبقى بعيدا خوفا من أن تصطدم بأرض الواقع و تجد مالا يسرك&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;إذا حدث لك كل ذلك فاعلم أنه بداية للحب أو الإعجاب و لكنك لم تصل لذروة الحب بعد و لن تصل اليها إلا عندما يعرف الطرف الآخر بحقيقة مشاعرك لأن الحب من طرف واحد ليس حبا،فالحب له أركان عديدة لابد أن تكتمل كي يصبح حبا حقيقيا و من أهم&lt;br /&gt;هذه الأركان المشاركة الوجدانية، التفاهم الشعور بالأمان......وكل ذلك لن يتأتى إلا بحب متبادل بين طرفين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;فلا تكتفي بنظرات العيون التي كثيرا ما تكون بوادر للإعجاب و تعيش وهم الحب لتفيق على كابوس لم يجول بخاطرك من قبل.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;و أيضا لا تتسرع و تصرح بحبك إلا بعد أن تتأكد من مشاعر الطرف الآخر لأن الحب ليس كلمة نطلق لها العنان في أي وقت دون تفكير بل هو مسؤلية كبيرة لابد من ادراك تبعاتها، و هو أيضا شعور قد يغني عن التصريح به لأن تأثيره عند الشعور به أقوى&lt;br /&gt;كثيرا من تأثيره عند سماع كلمة أحبك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368326-110210956876910483?l=ahmedfouda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/feeds/110210956876910483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368326&amp;postID=110210956876910483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/110210956876910483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368326/posts/default/110210956876910483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmedfouda.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_110210956876910483.html' title='الحب'/><author><name>Ahmed Fouda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11245765222707694124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
