where is my Cinderella

كل تدوينات هلال شومان حلوين بستمتع بقرايتهن وحدة وحدة. كلن, السياسيّة, الإنسانية والفنية. بس آخرتدوينة, "ذاكريا ترى" دمّرتني. قعدت أكتر من ساعة عيد الغنية وأرجع إقرا النص. ما مذكرة أيمتى بكيت هالقد. يمكن من أيام المراهقة أو يمكن أيام الحب. مش عارفة هو السبب اللحن الفرنسي الحزين أو يمكن صوت فيروز اللي بيوحي بالأمل واليأس سوا. أو النص و فكرة الحب اللي بس منقراعنو بالقصص و منتمنى نلاقيه و نحنا متأكدين إنو موجود بس هو شاطر كتير بلعبة الغميضة. لنكتشف بعدين إنو الحب متل الوطن هو فكرة منركض وراها كل عمرنا ونحنا متأكدين إنو بالنتيجة تعبنا رح يجيب فايدة والأيام الحلوة جايي.

I left this comment on Hilal’s latest post.

I hate the fact that I don’t dream anymore! Life was much nicer when I used to dream and think that better days are coming. Now I only plan. I know exactly where my life is going. I hate that. I don’t have a dream people I don’t have a dream. Where did my dreams go? I so much wanted to be independent and in control of my life. I hated to death helpless women and as a kid I swore that I will never ever be a Cinderella. I’m exactly where I anticipated being more than 10 years back.

Although I was one of those who blamed Hariri for not being able to come back to Lebanon, I knew when he was murdered that they did not kill the person, they killed the country. And I told everybody I know that Lebanon will never stand on it feet again. Not because Hariri was flawless, god forbid, but because of the signification of the act. When we used to do commentaire composé in college we used to read between the lines… I remember the day he stayed in Burj Al Arab, he was invited by Sheikh Mohammed for some pan arab event that I don’t remember anymore. What I remember is I was so happy when I saw him. I refused to leave the hotel and stayed on his floor. When I escorted him to his suite he asked me what am I doing in Dubai and asked me to go back to Lebanon. I remember Abou Tarek, the guy that was killed with him, coming to my desk and offering me assistance if I want to go back to Lebanon, but I was like: what to do in Lebanon? Go back to MEA? No way… I remember the skinny guy who came to thank Hariri. He was the skinnier person I have ever seen, maybe his wife was skinnier than him. The guy was a Lebanese who’d been unrightfully imprisoned for five years and Hariri personally talked to the sheikh and got him back his freedom…

I still had a dream then; I still hoped that one day things will get better. Not anymore…Where is my Cinderella? I want my Cinderella back….

Hilal’s Blog: http://www.hilalchouman.blogspot.com/

Celebrate!

Ok guys it’s official, I’m celebrating Christmas, New Year, Eid, and most of all my one and only 33rd birthday in Europe and the States. That is my birthday gift to myself; I’m going to Germany, Italy, New York, Florida and maybe San Francisco depending on the schedule. I’m leaving Dubai the 23rd of December and coming back on the 13th of Jan.

Why is it one and only?
Because you only become 33 and 34 at a time once!!!
How is that?
I’m 33 Gregorian years and 34 Hijri years.
You know every 33 years both Hijri and Gregorian calendars match. And this phenomenon will again occur in 33 years, means when I’m 66!

So this deserves a big celebration and you are more than welcome to join!!