Revolt.. Rebel

I frequently meet ppl who are constantly keep whining annoyed from their parents, colleagues, significant-other or the society tight-control over them. And I really wonder why don't you just rise up and claim your rights !
Last weekend a girl was telling me that she was so pissed off bcz she's working at Saudi and it's not allowed to drive in there, I told her that I'v heard they're considering changing this part, she replied even if they did either our parents wont let us, or everyone in the streets will be staring !!! I say the problem is your extreme compliance not the stupid law.
And as the Egyptions say "قالوا: يا فرعون إيه فرعنك؟..قال: ملقيتش حد يردني"

[Music] Hush, Now!

And the world thought I had it all
But I was waiting for you
Hush, Now!
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears..
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears..

I hate you all pretentious ppl !

I hate you all fake pretentious ppl and meeting any of you makes me sick! in the past few years i have tried to open up my heart and accept all ppl the way they are, seek the good in them, but im all fed up now and I proudly revolt and rebel.
I hate all of you conservative wannabes, closed-narrow-minded ppl..
and I'm not sorry if I don't fit your standards!

She was free, for love liberates (Excerpt 1)

"She knew that to him the Lord was more important than anything that took place beneath the sky. She was aware that it was a dream impossible of fulfillment, for the man before her could go away at any moment, shed Jezebel's blood, and never return to tell of what had happened.

Even so, she would go on loving him, because for the first time in her life, she knew freedom. She could love him, even if he never knew; she did not need his permission to miss him, to think of him every moment of the day, to await him for the evening meal, and to worry about the plots that people could be weaving against the foreigner. This was freedom: to feel what the heart desired, with no thought to the opinion of the rest. She had fought with her neighbors and her friends about the stranger's presence in her house; there was no need to fight against herself."

An excerpt from "The Fifth Mountain" by Paulo Coelho.

Limits are for those who chose to have them

If you would Ever just THINK that i might limit my acts to your beliefs or upon your opinion, I'm glad to tell you you're absolutely mistaking.