He is very handsome.

You are handsome.

He is tremendously handsome.

He is very handsome.

What a handsome cat.

He is handsome and clever.

It is Waseem, Alaa, and Majd.

We look at O.J. he's a good looking guy.

Why is that? Am I not a Syrian myself, yes...and no.

Wassim, reflects on the concept of Identity, in a very enlightening post...

Wassim laments the changing face of Damascus and Syria in this post,

Photo by Wassim Ben Rhouma via Flickr (CC BY NC ND 2.0). The dictator is gone, but what about dictatorship?

...While Wassim of Maysaloon discusses his recent trip to Syria and what it meant to him

And many many others Rime Allaf, The Syrian Brit, Omar Salaymeh, Sasa, Abu Kareem, Wassim.

I have even heard men admit that he is handsome!!

Tunisian Director, Nassim al Korbi was truly the star of the festival's opening,

Characterization Tony appears to be a very handsome, popular and academically gifted young man, with a typical English middle class background.

If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father ' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister '

You, even you, are to be feared. Who can stand in your sight when you are angry?

For you are great, and do wondrous things. You are God alone.

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father to the worm, Thou are my mother, and my sister.

Thou, even thou, art to be feared and who may stand in thy sight when once thou art angry?

For thou art great, and doest wondrous things thou art God alone.

You opened up spring and stream. You dried up mighty rivers.

You have set all the boundaries of the earth. You have made summer and winter.

As a mantle, you will roll them up, and they will be changed but you are the same. Your years will not fail.

Thou didst cleave the fountain and the flood thou driedst up mighty rivers.

Thou hast set all the borders of the earth thou hast made summer and winter.

And as a vesture shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be changed but thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.

During a European tour, she met up again with Nico Charisse, a handsome young dancer she had studied with for a time in Los Angeles.

You rule the pride of the sea. When its waves rise up, you calm them.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved

Pilate asked him, Are you the King of the Jews? He answered, So you say.

Pilate asked him, Are you the King of the Jews? He answered him, So you say.

Thou rulest the raging of the sea when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.

Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair thou hast doves' eyes.

And Pilate asked him, Art thou the King of the Jews? And he answering said unto him, Thou sayest it.

And Pilate asked him, saying, Art thou the King of the Jews? And he answered him and said, Thou sayest it.

You are my life.

I'm not sure.

Yes, indeed.

You're a traitor.

You're a coward.

You're neurotic.

You're a tool.