4 Jul, 08:12
«ራሱን ሆኖ የኖረ» ብለን ማድነቅ ለመጀመር ሞቱን የጠበቅነው ስለምን እንደሆነ ለመገመት የስነ ልቦና ባለሙያ መሆን አያስፈልግም ።በድርበቡ «ራሱን ሆኖ የኖረ» ብለን ማሞካሸታችን አስተሳሰቦቹን ፣ ግልፅነቶቹን ፣ በሚፅፍልንና በሚነግረን ልክ የእሱን ቦታ የሚተካ ደራሲ መቼም እንደማይኖር ነብሳችን ስለነገረን ነው ።
2 Jul, 09:31
I hate being in the middle of a spectrum,Not extreme enough to be accepted into an asylum,not low enough to function proper
2 Jul, 09:28
2 Jul, 09:27
Music Recommendation
Spooky
By Dusty Springfield
2 Jul, 09:17
ህፃናት ተወልደው ልጆች ሆነው ቀሩ
2 Jul, 09:06
Movie Recommendation
13 Conversations About One Thing
It's a quietly compelling mosaic nuanced tapestry of everyday life, weaving together stories that touch on themes of happiness, regret, connection, and the subtle magic lurking in ordinary moments. Reminder of the power of conversation how words, silences, and shared moments can bridge gaps and reveal truths. It’s a film about mindfulness, about noticing the small things that often go unnoticed, and about the profound impact of simply being present.
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2 Jul, 08:59
Book Recommendation
Malone Dies
By Samuel Beckett
Nothing is more real than nothing…..Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. [...] I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived after all, without knowing.
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am. Yes, a little creature, I shall try and make a little creature, to hold in my arms, a little creature in my image, no matter what I say. And seeing what a poor thing I have made, or how like myself, I shall eat it. Then be alone a long time, unhappy, not knowing what my prayer should be nor to whom.
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27 Jun, 13:15
27 Jun, 13:11
Serkalem By Tewodros Tadesse
27 Jun, 13:02
Mirror
It’s a contemplative journey that requires patience and openness. Its pacing is deliberate, inviting viewers to linger in moments of silence and reflection. The editing, with its seamless transitions and fluid rhythm, mimics the flow of thoughts and memories, immersing you in a personal yet universal experience. Its true power lies in its capacity to evoke feelings and thoughts that linger long after the credits roll. It’s a film that invites deep reflection and rewards repeated viewings, revealing new layers of meaning each time.
27 Jun, 12:58
መጽሐፈ ሚርዳድ
.......እኔም እላችኋለሁ፣ ሥጋ እና አጥንታችሁ እንኳ የእናንተ ብቻ ሥጋ እና አጥንት አይደለም፡፡ ሥጋ እና አጥንታችሁን እወሰዳችሁበት፣ መልሳችሁም የምትመልሱበት፣ ከዚያው ከምድር እና ሰማይ ገንቦ ውስጥ ስፍር ቁጥር የሌላቸው እጆች አብረዋችሁ ጠልቀዋል። በዓይኖቻችሁ ውስጥ ያለው አብረዋችሁ የሚጋሩት ሁሉ ብርሃንም የእናንተ ብርሃን ብቻ አይደለም። ፀሐይን ጭምር እንጂ። ውስጤ ያለው ብርሃን ቢሆን እንጂ፣ ዓይናችሁ ከእኔ ምን ያይ ነበር? በዓይናችሁ ውስጥ ሆኖ የሚያየኝ የእኔው ብርሃን ነው፡፡ በዓይኔ ውስጥ ሆኖ የሚያያችሁ የእናንተው ብርሃን ነው። እኔ ድቅድቅ ጨለማ ብሆን፣ ዓይናችሁ፣ እኔን ሲያይ፣ ድቅድቅ ጨለማ ያይ!!! በደረቶቻችሁ ውስጥ ያለው ትንፋሽም የእናንት ብቻ አይደለም። ዓየር የሚተነፍሱና፣ ተንፍሰው የሚያውቁ ሁሉ በደረቶቻችሁ ውስጥ እየተነፈሱ ነው። አሁን ድረስ ሳንባዎቻችሁን የሚሞላው የአዳም ትንፍሽ አይደለምን? አሁን ድረስ ልቦቻችሁ ውስጥ የሚመታው የአዳም ልብስ አይደል? ሐሳቦቻችሁም የእናንተ ብቻ ሐሳቦች አይደሉም። የጋራ ሐሳብ ባሕር የእኔ ትላቸዋለች፤ እናም ደግሞ ያንን ባሕር ከእናንተ ጋር የሚጋሩ አሳቢ ፍጡራን ሁሉ... ሕልሞቻችሁም ቢሆኑ የእናንተ ሕልሞች ብቻ አይደሉም። መላው ሁለንተና በሕልሞቻችሁ ውስጥ ያልማል.. ቤቶቻችሁስ ቢሆኑ የእናንተ ብቻ አይደሉም። የእንግዶቻችሁ ማረፊያ፣ ቤቱን የሚጋሯችሁ ፍጡራን ሁሉ የዝንቦች፣ የአይጥ የድመቱ ሁሉ ማደሪያ ናቸው፡፡ ስለዚህም፣ አጥሮችን ተጠንቀቁ።
27 Jun, 12:56
The Book Of Mirdad (መጽሐፈ ሚርዳድ )
By Mikhail Naimy
Not celibate are they who wear monastic garb and shut themselves away behind thick walls and massive iron gates, But celibate are they whose hearts and minds are celibate, whether they be in cloisters or in the public marts. Not celibate are they who wear monastic garb and shut themselves away behind thick walls and massive iron gates, But celibate are they whose hearts and minds are celibate, whether they be in cloisters or in the public marts….Yours is a world of cradles turning into tombs, and tombs becoming cradles; of days devouring nights, and nights regurgitating days; of peace declaring war, and war suing for peace; of smiles afloat on tears, and tears aglow with smiles.
25 Jun, 07:22
ለየትኛው ጉዞ ለየትኛው ሐብት ¿ከገነት ጉጉት ልቆብኛል የሲኦል እረፍትለዚህ ተወዳዳሪ ላጣ የሰው ሕይወትየምን ትንሣኤ እንደው ከተቻለ ሌላ ሞት መሞት' አንኳኩ ይዘጋልፈልጉ ይጣታችኋልለምኑ ይነፈጋችኋል ' ብለን የሰማን ይመስል እሳት ላይ ተጣድን እንዲሁ ለመክሰል
Notebook - ቅዝምዝም
24 Jun, 19:48
24 Jun, 19:46
Chisa By Abdullah Ibrahim
24 Jun, 19:35
በእኛ ሀገር ጠቢብ መሆን አብሪ ትል መሆን ማለት ነው፡፡ አብሪ ትል ከሌሎች ትሎች የሚለየው ገላው እንደፍም ማብራቱ ነው፡፡ ታድያ ብላቴኖች በጨለማ ሲያበራ ሲያዩት በገዛ ብርሃኑ ተመርተው ይመጡና አንስተው ይጨፈልቁታል፡፡ ለጠላቶቹ መንገድ ከማሳየት አልፎ የገዛ ብርሃኑ ለምንም አይጠቅመውም፡፡ ” © በዕውቀቱ ሥዩም (ጉባኤው )
24 Jun, 19:28
THE BOTHERSOME MAN
It left me pondering the nature of happiness and whether true fulfillment is possible within the confines of societal expectations. The film’s quiet, unsettling tone lingered long after the credits rolled, prompting a personal reflection on the delicate balance between superficial comfort and authentic meaning. its slow pace and abstract themes might be challenging it is a hauntingly beautiful meditation on modern existence. It’s a film that demands patience and introspection but rewards viewers with a profound sense of awareness about the world we inhabit and the choices we make. An evocative, unsettling masterpiece that stays with you long after its surreal journey concludes.
24 Jun, 19:21
Under A Glass Bell and Other Stories
By Anaïs Nin
We three belong to the middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness.
Sleep.No need to watch the flame of my life in the palm of my hand, this flame as pale as the Holy Ghost speaking in many languages to which none have the secret. The dream will watch over it. No need to remain with eyes wide open. Now the eyes are gems, the hair a fan of lace. Sleep is upon me. The pulp of roots, the milk of cactus, and the quicksilver drippings of the silver beeches is in my veins. I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds. The sleep of a hundred years has transfixed all into the silver face of ecstasy.
21 Jun, 12:03
21 Jun, 11:55
African Day - Kippie Moeketsi