Expressions of pride and self-esteem

Pride and self-esteem

Every person should cherish and be proud of himself, not wait for someone to be proud of him, and we should cherish the self because it is higher than humiliation, and whoever is proud is also characterized byCourage, AndFulfillment, AndThe vineyardAnd from it also he is free himself, and he is not under the command of anyone.

Expressions of self-esteem

• A confident person walks as a king.
• Peace is like war, a battle that has armies, crowds, plans and goals, and self-confidence is a battle against all complications of defeat.
• A child who lives in an atmosphere of security learns self-confidence.
• If you have confidence in yourself, you will inspire confidence in others.
• Excessive self-confidence is sometimes dangerous.
• You must trust yourself, and if you don't trust yourself, who will trust you?
• Be yourself, this is the first step to becoming a better you.
• The self-confident person says: It seems difficult, but it is possible. As for the unsure person, he says: It is possible, but it seems difficult.
• A self-confident person has a laugh that differs from others, even his breathing and movements have a different shape than others.
• People gain self-confidence as they get older.
• Self-confidence is the spirit of heroism.
• Your mind can amaze your body if you can say to yourself: I can do this, I can do this, I can do that.
• Self-confidence is what you must feel before you understand the true dimensions of any situation.
• He who acts out of fear remains afraid, and he who acts out of self-confidence evolves.
• You will be surprised how many things you do not know or are not good at, the important thing is that you trust yourself, and your ability to be better.

Poems of pride and self-esteem

A poem that is not proud of, except for those who do not join

• The poem belongs to the poet Ahmed bin Al-Hussein bin Al-Hassan bin Abd Al-Samad Al-Jaafi, the Canadian Kufi, Abi Al-Tayyib Al-Mutanabbi, the wise poet, and one of the glories of Arabic literature. He has walking proverbs, great wisdom, and innovative meanings.

There is no pride except for those who do not join hands

A perceptive or a warrior who never sleeps

It is not determined what one fell ill with

They are not what the darkness hindered

And the possibility of harm and seeing an offender

It is a food that burns bodies

Humiliation is he who envies the humiliated with living

The Lord of life is lighter than the bathroom

Every dream came without power

An argument to which the meanness resorts

He who humiliates easily humiliates him

There is no pain in a dead wound

Fed up with being narrowed down

In my time, and honorable people honored me

Standing under the soles of my feet

Standing under the soles of the feet

More delicious decisions over sparks

And Marama I want and my injustice is fine

Without shining Hijaz and Najd

And Iraq in Qana and the Levant

The atmosphere is filled with dust if it is dark

R Ali bin Ahmed Al-Qamqam

The polite, polite writer

B smart, curly, voluptuous, secretive

And he who doubted his life from Asara

He is one of those who envy his hands with clouds

He heals from the abundance of money with the residence

Lal Judah as if money was sick

Good in the eyes of his enemies Aq

Beware of his guest saw him Alswam

If he protects a master from death, he protects

He was protected by honor and honor

And gleaming nakedness, her true religion

No, but her uniform is Ihram

Written in the sheets of glory: In the name of

Then Qais, and after Qais peace

Only Murrah bin Awf bin Saad

Embers that ostriches do not desire

Its night is its morning of fire and silence

A perfect night of smoke

Hmmm I told you ranks

She fell short of her delusions

And souls if they set out to fight

Run out before running out of daring

And hearts inhabited on the Raw

As if storming it was a surrender

The leaders of every horse and horse

The saddling and the bridle have cleared her

They stumble over their heads, as he said

Btaat his perfect pronunciation

Your foul cheating has lasted even

He said about you who I say is Al-Hussam

Plates even sufficed people

Plates have sufficed you pens

Experiments sufficed you even thought

Trials have sufficed you for inspiration

A knight buys your excrement to trap

R with an accelerated killing that is not to blame

I get a look from you with a broken leg

R on him for his poverty cattle

Our best members are heads, but

You preferred it with your intention of feet

For my life, I fell short of you and love

Overcrowding and overcrowding for gifts

I was afraid that if I were in your right hand, you would groan

Take me in your gifts of strength

And from adulthood, I did not visit you on the Qur’an

B, on the distance familiarity is known

It is good to be slow to let go of me

The fastest clouds in the intrepid march

Say how many jewels are in order

He wanted her to have words in you

Night and day, if you were to die

Hey, you didn't get the days

God suffices you, do not go astray from the right

Say, and no sinner will be guided to you

Why don't you warn the consequences in Guy

R the world, but you are forbidden

How beloved there is no excuse to blame him

You have a blame in him who met

Integrity raised your esteem for him

And your heart bent the heavy endeavors

Some of this loan

Nothing and some of it provisions

It brings dexterity and dexterity

No and from him what brings the brasam

A poem I see you tear sticks

• The poem belongs to the poet Abu Firas al-Harith bin Saeed bin Hamdan al-Hamdan al-Taghlibi al-Ruba’i, a Hamdani poet and military commander, and we mention here the occasion of the poem when the poet was in his captivity in the land of the Romans, and he sent it to his cousin Saif al-Dawla, and to his gloomy mother, and to his friends, and it is like a diary In it, the poet recorded his impact on division, captivity, and alienation, as well as his pride in himself, and his longing for the days of freedom, affluence, and chivalry.

I see you stick to tears, your trait is patience,

Is it not for passion to forbid you or command?

Yes, I am longing and I have a stomach ache.

But someone like me does not have a secret!

When the night illuminates me, I extend the hand of passion

And I humiliated tears from his creatures of arrogance

The fire is almost lit between my wings

If she is smartened by the intellect and the thought

My reason is connection, and death without it,

If you die of thirst, do not drop the drops!

I preserved and lost the affection between us

And better, than some loyalty to you, excuse

And these days are nothing but sheets

For its letters, from the palm of its writer, human beings

By myself, from those who walk in the neighborhood, Ghada

Her hobbies are a sin, and her joy is an excuse

You gossip to the snitchers about me, and I am mine

to pronounce it, for every slander,

I seemed, and my family present, because

I see that a house, of which I am not a resident, is desolate

And I fought my people according to your whim, and they

And me, if it were not for your love, water and wine

If what the informant said, and it was not

Faith destroys what unbelief builds

I fulfilled, and in some loyalty it is humiliating

A miss in the neighborhood is treacherous

Sober, and the prime of youth provokes her,

They moan, sometimes, as a foal moans

She asked me: “Who are you? And she is knowledgeable.

Is there a boy like me in a state of denial?

So I said, as she wished, and her desire desired:

your dead! She said: which one? They are many

I said to her: “If you wish, you will not be intransigent.

And you did not ask about me when you have news of me!

She said: “Eternity has degraded you after us!

I said: “God forbid! but you are not eternal,

And sorrows would not have, had it not been for you, a path

to the heart; But passion is a bridge to wear

And you perish between joking and seriousness.

If the evidence is not clear, desertion tormented her

So I became certain that after me there is no honor for a lover.

And that my hand is zero

And I turned my affairs around, and I did not see any comfort for me.

If someone is humane, he insists on abandoning me

I returned to the rule of time and its rule,

For her the sin is not recompensed for it and the one who has an excuse

It's as if I'm calling out to a doe

In honor of a thirsty one who was terrified

It flinched for a while, then approached as if

Tala calls out to the valley, the urban incapacitated him

Don't deny me, cousin, it is

To know who was denied by the Bedouins and urbanites

Do not deny me, for I am not in denial

if you slip the feet; And the look came down

And I am a tractor for every battalion

A return that victory does not prejudice

And I am still in fear

Too much to remove it to see the fragments

I am thirsty until you are satisfied with eggs and canna

And I will be angry until the wolf and the eagle are satisfied

And the neighborhood of Al-Khalouf will not be raided in the morning,

Nor the army unless you come to it before me vow

O Lord of the house, you did not fear me, you are impregnable

I came up to her with my robes, me and the dawn

And alive, I sent the horse back to its queen

I was defeated by the burqa and the wine

And dragging the tails towards me, I found her

The meeting did not meet them, nor bumpy

I gave her what the whole army had.

And I went, and her clothes did not reveal a veil

And he will not oppress me with his rich clothes

Nor does poverty discourage me from generosity

And what do I need with the money I want to spare?

If I don't spare my offer, don't spare the abundance

I am captivated and my companions are lonely, in battle,

Neither is my horse a dowry, nor is his Lord immersed!

But if someone is killed

He has no land to protect him, nor sea!

My friends said: “Flight or death?” ”

I said: They are two things, the best of them is bitter

But I go for what does not shame me,

There are two things that are best for you: families

They say to me: “You sold safety for money.”

I said: By God, what I gained is a loss.

And will death escape from me for an hour?

If captivity and harm are not spared from me?

It is death, so choose what is too high for you to mention.

So the person did not die as long as the remembrance revived

And there is no good in repaying retaliation with humiliation

As he replied, one day in his bad “Amr”

They wish to leave my clothes, but

I have clothes red from their blood

And my sword stands among them, its blade slashing

And the butts of a spear broke their breasts

My people will remember me if their grandfather

“And in the darkest night, the full moon is missed.”

If I live, then the stab that they know

And those canna, and eggs, and blond camels

And if you die, then the person must be dead

And if the days are long, and the life is long,

And if someone else blocked it, I wouldn't have paid it. They would be satisfied with it.

And he would not have exaggerated the dust, if he spent the zero

And we are people, do not mediate with us.

Ours is the chest, without the worlds, or the grave

make our souls easy for us,

And whoever proposes to the beautiful woman, the dowry will not cost her

The dearest of the sons of the world, and the highest of the lofty ones,

And more honorable than above the dust, and there is no pride

Poetic verses on pride

And I reminded you of the spears and the spears

From me, and the eggs of India drip from my blood

I wanted to kiss swords because they are

I flashed your smiling gaps

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They ran to God without provision

Except he met and made the resurrection

And patience in God for jihad

And every increase is subject to depletion

Is met righteousness and righteousness

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I stood and there is no doubt about death standing

It's like you're in the eyelids of the ruddy while he's asleep

Heroes pass you by as defeat

And your face is clear and your mouth is in the name of

Beating inspirations came and victory is absent

And it became to nightfall and victory is coming

Their scattering over the humpback is a scattering

Dirhams were also scattered over the bride

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Concentrate your remains in the sand, brigade

The valley rises morning and evening

Oh, woe to them, they set up a beacon of blood

Hate is revealed to the generation of tomorrow

Wounded yelling on the run and victim

Red groping freedom

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Aba Hind, do not rush us

And look, we tell you with certainty

We supply white flags

And Nsdrhn red have narrated

And we drink when we receive clear water

And others drink dirt and mud