The house

About fourteen hundred years ago Abraha Al Habashi, a man from the horn of Africa, and his army was ruling Yemen. He made Sanaa city the capital of his kingdom. He wanted pilgrims to come to Sanaa instead of Maka, so he built a house in Sanaa like the one which prophet Abraham had built in Maka. But that was not enough to to convince people to do their pilgrim in Sanaa, he then decided to destroy Al-Kaba (the house of God that Abraham built in Maka), he prepared a big army with an elephant or more and went on with the intention of attacking Maka and destroying Al-Kaba. When Abd Almodalib (the leader of Maka) heard the news of the army coming he decided not to resist and asked the attackers not to kill his people for they are not going to resist or fight with attackers and will clear the way for them by moving to the nearby mountains around Maka. The attackers agreed, they said that they have nothing to do with Maka people and that they are just coming to destroy Al-Kaba.

When the people of Maka asked Abd Almodalib why he did this and cleared the way for the attackers he said that he can not fight this big army that will kill all his men and that the safety of Maka people is his responsiblity, as for the God's house Al-kaba he said that it's God's and God is the one to protect the house of God. That army of Abraha was destroyed near Maka. God sent an army from the air, birds which called Ababeel filled the sky throwing stones at the army, the stones called Sijeel as they mentioned in Quran.
Just birds will do the job at this time.

About twenty years later Al-kaba was destroyed by flood and rebuilt and Mohemmed, before he knew that he was the chosen one to be the last massager of God, was the the chosen one to put an end to the dispute between tribes and families about who to reput the black stone back in its place, and he made them all participate in this honor.

God protected the house and then God destroyed it a short while later. After that God made it a direction to be faced when praying and a place to be visited once in a life time if possible.

Have I changed a lot

My only picture Black and White from the school papers.(15) years old

A picture from The school papers. (11) years old

Months Ago(31) years old

This is what I did when I was five

It's our tradition to receive the month of fasting Ramadan with fire. As kids we used to collect old clothes, shoes, cars wheels and anything that can be burn and make them ready to be burnt after sunset of the last day of Shabban. One night, when I was five it was the time to make the fire. I, my older sister and my two older brothers went outside after sunset, and over a rock beside our house we stopped and waited for the darkness of the night to come, as it was getting darker my oldest brother started the fire. It was an enjoyable moment looking to the fire and what made more enjoyable what my brother was doing with the fire, with a long stick in his hands the began to rais some of the clothes that were burning in a pile high into the air by the end of that stick. Those some cloths which he raised were made of nylon and there was drops of fire coming down from the end of the stick making that sound as if they are small rockets or something like that. My sister and other brother were standing in a higher place of the rock watching the fire and I was in a lower place, they were not far from me just about two metres and between us were those drops of fire falling, they stop falling from time to time for a short while. I wanted to go to the other side, I could take the short cut and join my brother and sister while there were no drops falling. I made my decision and went on crossing without telling anyone, but in the meddle of the way I saw flashes I stopped and made a sharp cry and quickly put both my hands on my face, I felt like I was washing my face with light. This time it was my face burning, a few drops of fire made their way down onto the my forehead over my right eye. This was a usual accident nothing new in it and could happen to anyone. What is unusual is what happened next. Our joy turned into sorrow, my brothers were afraid for me but more afraid from mum and what she could do to them for what happened to me. I had made a sharp cry as I saw the light, and that was it, and mum did not hear anything, my brothers started to talk to me in our way home, they begged me not to tell mum and managed to give me a hat to cover the wound, I agreed but that was not enough, I should go to bed as soon as I get home. They left my sister beside my bed and I slept while she was still seating there. Next day I woke up still wearing the hat the same way over the wound. My mum looked at me and told me to wear the hat properly, but I kept the hat in the same way and kept myself away from my mum. During that morning I played as usual, up and down the stairs every time Mum meets me she kept commenting on the way I was wearing the hat, she told me I am crazy, the hat was covering one eye. later that day, nothing could be hidden any more, my right eye started swelling, I was caught, she took me and removed the hat easily which was stuck to the wound while tears went down from her eyes. I was wrong for not telling her what happened, that is what she told me, but of cours my brothers were also wrong. I caused that pain to myself by accident, but incidently I caused more pain to her. The mark of that wound still with me, and every time I look at it I remember the person who gives me all the love and deserves all my love before all.