I enjoy waking up in the morning, smiling and grateful that I’m alive. I thank god.
I enjoy watching the sunrise when I leave home in the morning, it’s so beautiful. I thank god.
I enjoy looking around me, contemplating the big universe, listening to the great symphony of nature. I feel overwhelmed, I thank god.
I enjoy praying; payers give me a serene kind of inner peace. A fulfilling sense of contentment and gratitude; I feel beautiful, I thank god.
I enjoy reading the Koran; the magnitude of the book gives the chills. The words bring tears to my eyes, I feel taken, detached from my reality and dipped in a utopian world. I thank god.
I enjoy fasting; it gives me the great feeling of power and control. I’m in full control of myself, and I can hit the target, on time everyday for 30 days. I feel achieved. I thank god.
At Iftar, I enjoy saying the “shahada” (the Muslim prayer that says that I believe in god and in his messenger Mohammad) but…. I don’t believe it… I don’t believe in god neither in his angels nor messengers, I don’t believe in the judgment day…
But anyways, Ramadan is over soon, Happy Eid everyone; I really deserve the 5 days vacation we got for Eid!
I’ll be on the beach with LOTS of margaritas!
Cheers
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tic Tac Toc
Why do I care much about having a kid? I’ve always been against bringing new lives to this world. We have enough misery don’t we??
Tic Tac Toc
Egg freezing or Botox? Where do I spend my extra couple of dollars??
Tic Tac Toc
My father used to say that the broke merchant opens his old books… Shall we?
Tic Tac Toc
Tic Tac Toc
Egg freezing or Botox? Where do I spend my extra couple of dollars??
Tic Tac Toc
My father used to say that the broke merchant opens his old books… Shall we?
Tic Tac Toc
Saturday, June 23, 2007
رحيل عاشقة الليل
رحلت نازك الملائكة
وداعاً يا من علّمتني الحب والرومنسية
وداعاً يا من نسجت فوق سريري ناموسية الأحلام الوردية
وداعاً يا من لونت ليالي الحرب بوعود أتوبيّة
وداعاً يا من حعلتني أفتخر بكوني امرأة شرقية
وداعاً نازك الملائكة
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عاشقة الليل - لنازك الملائكة
ظلامَ الليــلِ يا طــاويَ أحزانِ القلوبِ
أُنْظُرِ الآنَ فهذا شَبَحٌ بادي الشُحـــوبِ
جاء يَسْعَى ، تحتَ أستاركَ ، كالطيفِ الغريبِ
حاملاً في كفِّه العــودَ يُغنّـــي للغُيوبِ
ليس يَعْنيهِ سُكونُ الليـلِ في الوادي الكئيبِ
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هو ، يا ليلُ ، فتاةٌ شهد الوادي سُـــرَاها
أقبلَ الليلُ عليهــا فأفاقتْ مُقْلتاهـــا
ومَضتْ تستقبلُ الوادي بألحــانِ أساهــا
ليتَ آفاقَكَ تــدري ما تُغنّـي شَفَتاهــا
آهِ يا ليلُ ويا ليتَــكَ تـدري ما مُنَاهــا
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جَنَّها الليلُ فأغرتها الدَيَاجــي والسكــونُ
وتَصَبَّاها جمالُ الصَمْــتِ ، والصَمْتُ فُتُونُ
فنَضتْ بُرْدَ نَهارٍ لفّ مَسْــراهُ الحنيـــنُ
وسَرَتْ طيفاً حزيناً فإِذا الكــونُ حزيــنُ
فمن العودِ نشيجٌ ومن الليـــلِ أنيـــنُ
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إِيهِ يا عاشقةَ الليلِ وواديـــهِ الأَغــنِّ
هوَ ذا الليلُ صَدَى وحيٍ ورؤيـــا مُتَمنِّ
تَضْحكُ الدُنْيا وما أنتِ سوى آهةِ حُــزْنِ
فخُذي العودَ عن العُشْبِ وضُمّيهِ وغنّـي
وصِفي ما في المساءِ الحُلْوِ من سِحْر وفنِّ
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ما الذي ، شاعرةَ الحَيْرةِ ، يُغْري بالسمـاءِ ؟
أهي أحلامُ الصَبايا أم خيالُ الشعـــراء ؟
أم هو الإغرامُ بالمجهولِ أم ليلُ الشقــاءِ ؟
أم ترى الآفاقُ تَستهويكِ أم سِحْرُ الضيـاءِ ؟
عجباً شاعرةَ الصمْتِ وقيثارَ المســـاء
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طيفُكِ الساري شحـوبٌ وجلالٌ وغمـوضُ
لم يَزَلْ يَسْري خيالاً لَفَّـه الليلُ العـريضُ
فهو يا عاشقةَ الظُلْمة أســـرارٌ تَفيضُ
آه يا شاعرتي لن يُرْحَمَ القلبُ المَهِيـضُ
فارجِعي لا تَسْألي البَرْقَ فما يدري الوميضُ
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عَجَباً ، شاعرةَ الحَيْرةِ ، ما سـرُّ الذُهُـولِ ؟
ما الذي ساقكِ طيفاً حالِماً تحتَ النخيـلِ ؟
مُسْنَدَ الرأسِ إلى الكفَينِ في الظلِّ الظليـلِ
مُغْرَقاً في الفكر والأحزانِ والصمتِ الطويلِ
ذاهلاً عن فتنةِ الظُلْمة في الحقلِ الجميـلِ
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أَنْصتي هذا صُراخُ الرعْدِ ، هذي العاصفاتُ
فارجِعي لن تُدْركي سرّاً طوتْهُ الكائنــاتُ
قد جَهِلْناهُ وضنَــتْ بخفايــاهُ الحيــاةُ
ليس يَدْري العاصـفُ المجنونُ شيئاً يا فتاةُ
فارحمي قلبَكِ ، لــن تَنْطِقُ هذي الظُلُماتُ
المصدر : ديوان نازك الملائكة ، المجلد الأول ، ص 546 ، دار العودة - بيروت ، 1986
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Thursday, June 7, 2007
Smoking Shisha
I read an article about smoking shisha today that intrigued my blogging appetite. So here I am blogging again after a long stop.
Although the article was not backed with proper researches and documentation, I do believe that smoking shisha is far more dangerous than cigarettes. The reason behind it is this debate itself. The fact is, no one argues how cigarettes are dangerous, we all agree to that, we all refuse to see our children smoking, but when it comes to shisha, the cute little noisy thing, oh god we love it, how can it be so harmful, it's definitely not.
Well, I am a smoker and I started by smoking shisha. Where I come from we smoke the real tobacco in shishas, we smoke the Iranian tobacco. No added ingredients, just pure tobacco. It doesn’t smoke much, but the effect is awesome, goes straight to your head. And when you clean the shisha you could see how all the black stuff is in the pipe. The shisha had a ritual then, we don't smoke it all the time, it was a kind of luxury and a socializing tool; in the evening with friends, on Sundays after lunch or at the mountains in the summer time.
Shisha is not practical and you rarely smoke a full portion on your own. You do not smoke indoors, it's dangerous. It's also an adult thing; kids cannot go in the garden and smoke a shisha without being seen.
So by all means this kind of shisha is definitely less dangerous than smoking cigarettes. First and foremost, it DOES NOT CONTAIN CHEMICALS.
Now what we see spreading in the last decade is different. The kind of tobacco that we are smoking is different, the amount of smoke is different and the feasibility is different. We now smoke the sugary tobacco; in addition to sugar it contains chemicals. Well, I don't need the WHO to tell me t hat smoking sugar is bad, its 101 chemistry, sugar burning = carbon going into my chest, and the chemicals that make the tobacco burns are not a good idea either. I can see the amount of smoke coming out, it's worse than a car and it's blackish. Do I need a research to tell me that it's worse than cigarettes? It a pure matter of calculations, just think about it how much smoke is going into your chest and touching your skin??
The fact that we do not have researches does not mean that using our logic is not a good idea. Another fact is we do not like researches in this part of the world, we are all experts and we know it all, why researching? Can you tell me about a company or a university that has got decent R&D??? And if there is do they have enough money to invest on a silly subject such as health and smoking? Researches are done out of need and demand, and the shisha is not a common practice in the R&D practicing countries, so until we export our good manners to the west and the westerners adopt our good smoking habits we will not see proper researches done on the subject. If we don't care about ourselves why anybody else should??
For almost 50 years now and all researches worldwide confirm the harmfulness of smoking cigarettes. Yet we smokers still debate, a good chunk of us denies the truth, another chunk recognizes it but ignore it. And the rest simply do not care. Now if we all switch to smoking shishas and we all allow our teen age kids to go and smoke shisha in public places and in our backyards, if we all do that based on the fact that no researches have proved yet how the shisha is harmful we will be guilt free and we can indulge in smoking and more smoking.. Let’s be optimistic and imagine that in 50 years we will have researches that cater to our needs and habits. If this happen and they prove (of course they will prove DAH!!!) how harmful shisha is, we will need at least another 50 years to accept and consider changing our habits. In Total, and if I want to be really optimistic (no kidding hun..) we need 100 years. After that time and with the accelerating rate of the “cool effect of the shisha” we will have generations of half brains, problematic health and short life span. An effect that I doubt alcohol or drugs can do it as quickly and as efficiently.
Kisses everyone!!
Although the article was not backed with proper researches and documentation, I do believe that smoking shisha is far more dangerous than cigarettes. The reason behind it is this debate itself. The fact is, no one argues how cigarettes are dangerous, we all agree to that, we all refuse to see our children smoking, but when it comes to shisha, the cute little noisy thing, oh god we love it, how can it be so harmful, it's definitely not.
Well, I am a smoker and I started by smoking shisha. Where I come from we smoke the real tobacco in shishas, we smoke the Iranian tobacco. No added ingredients, just pure tobacco. It doesn’t smoke much, but the effect is awesome, goes straight to your head. And when you clean the shisha you could see how all the black stuff is in the pipe. The shisha had a ritual then, we don't smoke it all the time, it was a kind of luxury and a socializing tool; in the evening with friends, on Sundays after lunch or at the mountains in the summer time.
Shisha is not practical and you rarely smoke a full portion on your own. You do not smoke indoors, it's dangerous. It's also an adult thing; kids cannot go in the garden and smoke a shisha without being seen.
So by all means this kind of shisha is definitely less dangerous than smoking cigarettes. First and foremost, it DOES NOT CONTAIN CHEMICALS.
Now what we see spreading in the last decade is different. The kind of tobacco that we are smoking is different, the amount of smoke is different and the feasibility is different. We now smoke the sugary tobacco; in addition to sugar it contains chemicals. Well, I don't need the WHO to tell me t hat smoking sugar is bad, its 101 chemistry, sugar burning = carbon going into my chest, and the chemicals that make the tobacco burns are not a good idea either. I can see the amount of smoke coming out, it's worse than a car and it's blackish. Do I need a research to tell me that it's worse than cigarettes? It a pure matter of calculations, just think about it how much smoke is going into your chest and touching your skin??
The fact that we do not have researches does not mean that using our logic is not a good idea. Another fact is we do not like researches in this part of the world, we are all experts and we know it all, why researching? Can you tell me about a company or a university that has got decent R&D??? And if there is do they have enough money to invest on a silly subject such as health and smoking? Researches are done out of need and demand, and the shisha is not a common practice in the R&D practicing countries, so until we export our good manners to the west and the westerners adopt our good smoking habits we will not see proper researches done on the subject. If we don't care about ourselves why anybody else should??
For almost 50 years now and all researches worldwide confirm the harmfulness of smoking cigarettes. Yet we smokers still debate, a good chunk of us denies the truth, another chunk recognizes it but ignore it. And the rest simply do not care. Now if we all switch to smoking shishas and we all allow our teen age kids to go and smoke shisha in public places and in our backyards, if we all do that based on the fact that no researches have proved yet how the shisha is harmful we will be guilt free and we can indulge in smoking and more smoking.. Let’s be optimistic and imagine that in 50 years we will have researches that cater to our needs and habits. If this happen and they prove (of course they will prove DAH!!!) how harmful shisha is, we will need at least another 50 years to accept and consider changing our habits. In Total, and if I want to be really optimistic (no kidding hun..) we need 100 years. After that time and with the accelerating rate of the “cool effect of the shisha” we will have generations of half brains, problematic health and short life span. An effect that I doubt alcohol or drugs can do it as quickly and as efficiently.
Kisses everyone!!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Visitors
I was sitting in the living room doing a work-related research when I heard foot steps at my door. I jumped immediately and I wanted to open the door. I was saying to myself: “we’ve got visitors”. I then remembered that I’m in Dubai and nobody visits me without at least 24-hrs prior notice….
It was weird; it happened to me a couple of times before, when I completely lose the notion of time and space. For a fraction of a second, I was back to my teen days with my books and unorganized desk, heavily absorbed in my studies and always welcoming of unexpected visitors. Those days, friends, neighbors and family used to visit us without prior appointments, without a phone call, they just show up. It was such a joy, even if it means that I will have to stay late to finish my studies, or even I have to push my luck and go to school without doing my homework…
So many times my mom and I used to visit my aunts without calling them, and if they’re not a home, we leave a small note by the door: “we came and we didn’t find you”. My uncle had the irritating habit of turning the doormat when he comes and doesn’t find us at home; irritating because when he flips the mat, the dust comes out and goes into the house which means I have to clean the door area again although I have finished cleaning the whole place before going out! Bugger! But we always knew it was khalo mahmoud and always took it in good humor.
I don’t remember when we started calling each others before visiting. I actually do not know why we didn’t use to call each others before visiting???? I mean the phones were always there, but the excitement of seeing people without notice is incomparable.
Strange, when I was young, I never had enough of the people I loved, I always wanted to go and see them, or they come and visit us, especially in the summer time, it was such a joy. The sense of joy was different then, intense and more sincere; it faded out with age and got replaced with a convenient sense of contentment…..
Now when I go to Beirut, I don’t even tell them I’m there, not because I don’t want to see them but mere negligence…
It was weird; it happened to me a couple of times before, when I completely lose the notion of time and space. For a fraction of a second, I was back to my teen days with my books and unorganized desk, heavily absorbed in my studies and always welcoming of unexpected visitors. Those days, friends, neighbors and family used to visit us without prior appointments, without a phone call, they just show up. It was such a joy, even if it means that I will have to stay late to finish my studies, or even I have to push my luck and go to school without doing my homework…
So many times my mom and I used to visit my aunts without calling them, and if they’re not a home, we leave a small note by the door: “we came and we didn’t find you”. My uncle had the irritating habit of turning the doormat when he comes and doesn’t find us at home; irritating because when he flips the mat, the dust comes out and goes into the house which means I have to clean the door area again although I have finished cleaning the whole place before going out! Bugger! But we always knew it was khalo mahmoud and always took it in good humor.
I don’t remember when we started calling each others before visiting. I actually do not know why we didn’t use to call each others before visiting???? I mean the phones were always there, but the excitement of seeing people without notice is incomparable.
Strange, when I was young, I never had enough of the people I loved, I always wanted to go and see them, or they come and visit us, especially in the summer time, it was such a joy. The sense of joy was different then, intense and more sincere; it faded out with age and got replaced with a convenient sense of contentment…..
Now when I go to Beirut, I don’t even tell them I’m there, not because I don’t want to see them but mere negligence…
Saturday, March 10, 2007
الطلاق
كل مرة أصل فيها إلى حد الإلحاد وأتقهقر. جبانةُ أنا
كان الله صديقي وكنت أعوده باستمرار. طلباتي لم تتجاوز يوماً حد المعقول. فأنا لا أبتز أحبائي. وهو إن خذلني يوماً تفضل علي أياما بمتعة الحديث والمناجاة. كان يسمعني كلما لجأت إليه, يطمئنني ويهدئ من روعي. فكان كالحبيب الذي لم أحظ به قط. يسمع, يحتضن ويعد بغدٍ أفضل
أحببت جماله وجمال خلقه, ولكم شكرته على إعطائي نعمة البصر, ولكم شكرته أيضا على نعمة التذوق إذ تراني أجد الجمال في كل مكان وأستذوقه. وظللت أدفن رأسي في التراب و أتغاضى عن كل ما لا يعجبني. و لطالما أقنعت نفسي والكثير ممن حولي أن الخطأ في التنفيذ وليس في النظرية وآمنت بمبدأ التوفيقية وناضلت "لإحتواء الصراع بين الأصولية والعلمانية"* من باب أن للعلمانية أصول يتم التغاضي عنها كما أن للدين أصول انتهكت بشكل فاضح ونحن ان استطعنا رفع نسبة الوعي, عند الصغار قبل غيرهم, وروجنا لفكرة الدين الصحيح والعلمانية الصحيحة, وأثبتنا للعالم كله صحة نظرية التوفيق, لو استطعنا فعل هذا كله, لأدهشنا العالم و لكنا الأوائل ,كما نحب دائما أن نعتقد, لكنا الأوائل في تطبيق التربية المستدامة والإستفادة من ثمارها
واغتُصِبَتْ بغداد....
مهد تاريخي و فخر حضارتي, ألست عربيةً أنا؟ وفخري واعتزازي الرازي وإبن سينا و أبو العلاء المعري؟
اغتصبت بغداد ونُكِّلَ بها, أين أنت يا أبو الطيِّب؟ أين أنت يا سيف الدولة
( تمُرُ بك الأبطال كلمى هزيمةً ووجهك وضاحٌ و ثغرك باسمُ )
من يضحك؟ من يبكي؟ من المهزوم حتى المهانة؟
أين أنت يا أبو النواس؟ أين أنت يا خالصة
( لقد ضاع شعري على بابكم كما ضاع عقد خالصة )
ما الذي ضاع يا هارون الرشيد؟ أجبني
أنا أحتج, أنا أعترض, أنا أرفض..........
أين أنت الآن؟ أين أنت؟
كفى تأويل وتحليل وتسبيب كفى
لن أغض الطرف بعد اليوم فتجارتي, التي لم تكن يوماً رابحة, ما عادت حتى مرضية
كفى, لن أرضى بعد الآن ولا مجال للوفاق
أنا أرفض, أنا أنسحب, أنا أطلب الطلاق
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Miscommunication
Him - Can I ask you a personal question?
Her - Sure
Him - Do you cover your head?
Her - What?
Him - Are you Mohajjaba?
Her - Me? No! No way! What made you think that?
Him - No, nothing, just form our discussions; I thought you might be….
Him - Let me describe you
Her - Go ahead
Him - 156 cm tall, brunette, long black hair, size 36, hazel eyes.
Her - …….
Him - How did I do?
Her - One out of five….
Her - Sure
Him - Do you cover your head?
Her - What?
Him - Are you Mohajjaba?
Her - Me? No! No way! What made you think that?
Him - No, nothing, just form our discussions; I thought you might be….
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Him - Let me describe you
Her - Go ahead
Him - 156 cm tall, brunette, long black hair, size 36, hazel eyes.
Her - …….
Him - How did I do?
Her - One out of five….
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Her - You wanted to see me, here I am….
(Here comes the picture, white complexion, medium short blond hair, audacious colorful top, full make up, naughty smile with a Cuban cigar in hand)
Her - You wanted to see me, here I am….
(Here comes the picture, white complexion, medium short blond hair, audacious colorful top, full make up, naughty smile with a Cuban cigar in hand)
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Him - Why did you send me the picture?
Her - Honestly, I thought that I was misleading you. I’m completely the opposite of what you think I am…. What did you think when you saw my picture?
Him - I thought you were saying: “Hey you fool don’t think I’m a deep intellectual person, I’m a fluffy airhead Barbie….But I knew that the picture is lying…The real YOU is the one I see in my head…
Him - Why did you send me the picture?
Her - Honestly, I thought that I was misleading you. I’m completely the opposite of what you think I am…. What did you think when you saw my picture?
Him - I thought you were saying: “Hey you fool don’t think I’m a deep intellectual person, I’m a fluffy airhead Barbie….But I knew that the picture is lying…The real YOU is the one I see in my head…
Friday, February 23, 2007
Pink Floyd's Roger Waters in Dubai
Ok folks, I have to admit, I never expected the show to be amazing. You know I attended a couple of concerts at the Dubai Media City and they were NOT spectacular...
But last Wednesday, the Roger Waters show was amazing! the sound system, the lights, the production, the direction, it was all perfect! Have a look...
Monday, February 19, 2007
Come back
Baby, I think about you every night before I go to bed, I love bed time; it’s my time with you. And everyday in the morning, I wake up half an hour earlier to I spend my time thinking of you. Whenever I leave the office I come back running to my computer, you know, maybe I have a mail in my inbox. And when I reach home I put the email alerts volume to the max, so I could hear… you may send me a mail, who knows.
baby, one more thing, I'm not kidding, or exaggerating when I tell you that you have a sexy voice, do you know when you talk to me I got confused not knowing on what should I concentrate..
I miss your voice, the smell of Marlboro Red on your hands. I miss your thick black framed specs and your black velvet hat. I miss your skinny legs, the few white hairs on your chest and your Chanel perfume.
Come back
baby, one more thing, I'm not kidding, or exaggerating when I tell you that you have a sexy voice, do you know when you talk to me I got confused not knowing on what should I concentrate..
I miss your voice, the smell of Marlboro Red on your hands. I miss your thick black framed specs and your black velvet hat. I miss your skinny legs, the few white hairs on your chest and your Chanel perfume.
Come back
Saturday, February 17, 2007
On a sunny day - Jan 07Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Love me more
Morning breath is a killer, I know…but hey baby, don’t turn your face when I wake you up at 4:00 in the morning. I wanna make love to you, I don’t care, here, drink some water and forget about it. Let’s make love.
Happy Valentine Lovers
Happy Valentine Lovers
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Scribbles
I think that I used to be special... or is it I used to think that I'm special?
Whatever... All that I know now is I just wanna make more money...
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Wondering what to get me when you come for dinner on Saturday? Tiramisu or Chocolate cake? Cashew Chicken or Rocca Salad???
Let me tell you this...How about a bouquet of flowers...
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Feb 14th is knocking on the door... celebrate Valentine? or mourn Hariri?
I say...tequila shots...
Whatever... All that I know now is I just wanna make more money...
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Wondering what to get me when you come for dinner on Saturday? Tiramisu or Chocolate cake? Cashew Chicken or Rocca Salad???
Let me tell you this...How about a bouquet of flowers...
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Feb 14th is knocking on the door... celebrate Valentine? or mourn Hariri?
I say...tequila shots...
Sunday, February 4, 2007
ردا على أسئلة نادو
في كم سؤال محيرين نادو, وطلبت مني ومن كم شخص يجاوبو عليهن.
http://ing4leb.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html
وبما إنو الست نادو كتير غالية علي وما فيني إرفضلا طلب. هاي أجوبتي المفصلة وانشاالله كون رديت عليك متل ما بدك.
http://ing4leb.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html
وبما إنو الست نادو كتير غالية علي وما فيني إرفضلا طلب. هاي أجوبتي المفصلة وانشاالله كون رديت عليك متل ما بدك.
ما السبب الأساسي الذي دفعكم للهجرة وترك وطنكم؟
أنا كنت ضد الهجرة, وحتى ضد أنو الواحد يسافر برات لبنان للعمل. كنت كير متفائلة لما خلصت الحرب و كتير صدقت أنو الدولة الجديدة رح تتحسن. كنت صدق كل كلمة كان يقولا رفيق الحريري وقتا.
سنة 1999 كانت حالة لبنان صارت سوبر زفت و كان إلي ست سنين بشتغل بوظيفة كانو العالم يعملو 100 واسطة لياخدوها. بس ست سنين بنفس المركز و مافي مجال للتقدم إلا بالوسائل الخاصة, كان شي كتير محبط. خلصت شهادة وأخدت واحدة تانية, يعني طموحاتي كانت أكبر بكتير من مضيفة أرض, حتى لو كنت مثبتة!
وإذ إسرائيل بتضرب بيروت! جنيت, كفرت بلبنان, قلت إنو البلد ما ممكن ينصلح وأنا تاركي. هيك بلمحة بصر قلبت من النقيض للنقيض.أخدت شهادتي و بظرف شهر كنت بدبي.
بصراحة, ما كنت متوقعة إني ضل. كنت بعدني مصدقة إنو لبنان رح ينصلح, وبوقتا كان في طفرة أوتيلات ببيروت. قلتلا لماما, ست اشهر, ست اشهر بس بشتغل بأحسن أوتيل بالعالم و برجع. أيه ما عدت رجعت, كل سنة كانت تمرق علبنان أنحس من اللي قبلا....
هل تفكرون بالعودة؟
كتير فكرت بالرجعة. قبل مقتل الحريري كان عندي هدف إني إرجع علبنان و سوق لبنان سياحيا متل ما عم يعملو بدبي, حتى كل خطواتي المهنية كانت بهالإتجاه. ما كان حلم كان هدف وكنت قادرة إني حققو. للأسف اكتشفت إنو كان حلم.
بس لحديت تموز الماضي كنت مقررة إرجع قريبا. يعني دفشت مهنتي لصوب قطاع شي إنو ماشي بلبنان و فتشت على شغل. كنت مستعدة إرجع اليوم قبل بكرا
ولماذا؟
لأني ما تركت لبنان بخاطري. حاسي إنو في حدا دشرني... (دمعة)
إذا كان الجواب نعم فمتى؟
هلق الوضع اتغير بعد حرب تموز, مرة تانية كفرت بلبنان. مش عارفة إذا فورة متل فورتي سنة ال 99 ولا شو. بس بعرف إني رح استثمر بلبنان, بعدين رح شوف وين بدي كمل حياتي. بحس إنو الإستثمار بلبنان واجب, حتى لو كان مافي ربح أو حتىكان في خسارة, يعني متل ماأهلي إلن حق علي, كمان بلدي...
وإذا كان الجواب لا ما الذي يمنع من حدوث ذلك؟
طبعا الحالة الأمنية, مش السياسية ولا الإقتصادية... الأمنية
كتير فكرت بالرجعة. قبل مقتل الحريري كان عندي هدف إني إرجع علبنان و سوق لبنان سياحيا متل ما عم يعملو بدبي, حتى كل خطواتي المهنية كانت بهالإتجاه. ما كان حلم كان هدف وكنت قادرة إني حققو. للأسف اكتشفت إنو كان حلم.
بس لحديت تموز الماضي كنت مقررة إرجع قريبا. يعني دفشت مهنتي لصوب قطاع شي إنو ماشي بلبنان و فتشت على شغل. كنت مستعدة إرجع اليوم قبل بكرا
ولماذا؟
لأني ما تركت لبنان بخاطري. حاسي إنو في حدا دشرني... (دمعة)
إذا كان الجواب نعم فمتى؟
هلق الوضع اتغير بعد حرب تموز, مرة تانية كفرت بلبنان. مش عارفة إذا فورة متل فورتي سنة ال 99 ولا شو. بس بعرف إني رح استثمر بلبنان, بعدين رح شوف وين بدي كمل حياتي. بحس إنو الإستثمار بلبنان واجب, حتى لو كان مافي ربح أو حتىكان في خسارة, يعني متل ماأهلي إلن حق علي, كمان بلدي...
وإذا كان الجواب لا ما الذي يمنع من حدوث ذلك؟
طبعا الحالة الأمنية, مش السياسية ولا الإقتصادية... الأمنية
في فترة الأعياد كثير من المدونين اللبنانين عادوا الى لبنان للقاء الأهل والأصحاب للإحتفال معهم بالأعياد وفور رجوعهم. رأينا أول بوست يكتبونه هو الكلام عن الفترة التي أمضوها هناك. والجملة الأخيرة تكون "I miss home". فسؤالي لهم لماذا هذا الشوق لا يُستثمر في العودة والبقاء في لبنان؟
أنا كنت زعلانة من لبنان و قاصصتو! ما نزلت قصدا, آخدة موقف. بعرف ما بقدر طوّل... بس إنو
ما هي الأشياء التى وجدتموها وتعتبرونها في بلاد الأغتراب أفضل ممن هي عليه في لبنان؟
كتار يا نادو هالإشيا كتار.
هل أنتم سعيدون هناك؟
سعيدة كلمة كتير كبيرة , بس فيني قول مكتفية, بالإنكليزي ساتيسفايد أو كونتانت
سعيدة كلمة كتير كبيرة , بس فيني قول مكتفية, بالإنكليزي ساتيسفايد أو كونتانت
هل تعتبر نفسك كفرد تستطيع المساعدة لنهوض لبنان إقتصادياً, ثقافياً وإجتماعياً؟ وكيف؟
مافي شك. بعد حرب تموز اكتشفت أنو وجودي برات لبنان ما بيقل أهمية عن و جودي داخلو وفيني كون عضو منتج و فعال وفيد وطني بكتير وسائل. المغتربين برات لبنان بيقدرو يحطو ضغط كتير كبير على الحكومات بالبلدان اللي عايشين فيا وبيدقدرو يساعدو كتير. هيدا غير إنو بيقدرو يضخو أموال و إستثمارات ويخلقو فرص عمل. تتعرفي مثلا إنو أنا كل شي بقدر اشتريه بلبنا ما بشتري هون. مش لأنو أرخص بس لأنو بفضل أصرف مصرياتي ببلدي.
على كل, شوفي مثلا اليهود شو عاملين. قسم قرر إنو يقعد بإسرائيل و يبني بلد هونيك و قسم قرر يساعد من المكان اللي هني فيه. بالنتيجة قدرو يسيطرو على أكبر دولة بالعالم عن طريق عملن وخدمتن لهالبلد, مش بعصا ساحر, اشتغلو! وأنا كمان فيني إشتغل وأعمل نفس الشي. ومش رح خاف من التعصب ضد العرب, لانو اليهود كمان كانو العالم يكرهوهم و قدرو بعملن المتواصل يقلبو الآية.
ثقافيا, أنا بعتقد إنو نحنا بعصر ما في حدود للعطاء الثقافي ضمن بلد. بس للأسف إجتماعيا بلاقيها شوي صعبة
مافي شك. بعد حرب تموز اكتشفت أنو وجودي برات لبنان ما بيقل أهمية عن و جودي داخلو وفيني كون عضو منتج و فعال وفيد وطني بكتير وسائل. المغتربين برات لبنان بيقدرو يحطو ضغط كتير كبير على الحكومات بالبلدان اللي عايشين فيا وبيدقدرو يساعدو كتير. هيدا غير إنو بيقدرو يضخو أموال و إستثمارات ويخلقو فرص عمل. تتعرفي مثلا إنو أنا كل شي بقدر اشتريه بلبنا ما بشتري هون. مش لأنو أرخص بس لأنو بفضل أصرف مصرياتي ببلدي.
على كل, شوفي مثلا اليهود شو عاملين. قسم قرر إنو يقعد بإسرائيل و يبني بلد هونيك و قسم قرر يساعد من المكان اللي هني فيه. بالنتيجة قدرو يسيطرو على أكبر دولة بالعالم عن طريق عملن وخدمتن لهالبلد, مش بعصا ساحر, اشتغلو! وأنا كمان فيني إشتغل وأعمل نفس الشي. ومش رح خاف من التعصب ضد العرب, لانو اليهود كمان كانو العالم يكرهوهم و قدرو بعملن المتواصل يقلبو الآية.
ثقافيا, أنا بعتقد إنو نحنا بعصر ما في حدود للعطاء الثقافي ضمن بلد. بس للأسف إجتماعيا بلاقيها شوي صعبة
الى من توجه إصبع الإتهام بالنسبة للوضع الحالي في لبنان؟
بدون تعليق
هل تضع لبنان على سلم أولويتك واهتمامتك؟
ما في شك. دغري بعد العيلة.
ما في شك. دغري بعد العيلة.
فرص العمل في لبنان قليلة وهذا ما يؤدي بالشباب اللبناني للهجرة وترك الوطن؟ كيف بإمكاننا نحن الشعب (المواطنين) على تخطي مشكلة كهذه؟
صعبة يا نادو صعبة. بس فينا نحول الهجرة من هجرة دائمة لهجرة مؤقتة. بالحقيقة لبنان مبني عالهجرة من زمان وجر, وكمان بالحقيقة إنو اللبنانية بيساهمو كتير ببناء البلدان اللي بيروحولا من إيام أليسار. نحنا شعب زكي, محبوب وشغيل, وفي عنا نوابغ كتير. من بعد ما شفت
صعبة يا نادو صعبة. بس فينا نحول الهجرة من هجرة دائمة لهجرة مؤقتة. بالحقيقة لبنان مبني عالهجرة من زمان وجر, وكمان بالحقيقة إنو اللبنانية بيساهمو كتير ببناء البلدان اللي بيروحولا من إيام أليسار. نحنا شعب زكي, محبوب وشغيل, وفي عنا نوابغ كتير. من بعد ما شفت
ولمست بإيدي قديش بقدر قدم لبلدي وأنا برا حسيت إنو الهجرة المؤقتة بتبني البلد وبتساعدو كتير.
أريد من كل شخص أن يقدم فكرة برأيه من الممكن أن تساعد على تحسن الوضع الإقتصادي في لبنان
الإستثمار بلبنان, الإستثمار بلبنان, الإستثمار بلبنان
السؤال الأخير, بالنسبة لكم, ما هو الوطن؟ هل المكان الذي ولد فيه الفرد, أم المكان الذي يجد نفسه به أم المكان الذي يؤمن له الوسائل الأساسية للعيش الكريم (العمل الراحة الأمان)؟؟
الوطن هو لبنان وبس, هيك بلا فلسفة
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
طلعنا على الضو
You already know that my younger brother Walid is now living with me in Dubai; it’s amazing how we two get along so well. When I lived with my elder brother (he is two years younger than me but don’t tell anybody ok, he’s married with a kid now!!); when I lived with him, we used to fight like cats and dogs. Not that we didn’t get along, nor I loved him less than I love Walid, no, but maybe we were too close to indulge each others, or maybe I was still young then? I don’t know.
Don’t get me wrong, Walid and I still have our small fights, it’s not easy to share the house with a man, even if it’s your brother. Now the biggest fight lasted for good 10 minutes including the 5 minutes I stopped talking, but still, it was a conjugal fight. Last week we argued over DVDs, he insisted on making me watch scarface, claiming that it is a must see. I watched a few scenes. Unfortunately it was at the end of the movie and it was very violent and too tragic to my taste. I exploded at him for not warning me beforehand. It was so bloody violent and I hated it. Few days later he made me watch “A Bronx Tale” and I had the same argument with him; although the movie was not violent; the testosterone dose was quite high, the story was old and the plot was so predictable…
To make it up for me, coz he realized that “girls” do not like this kinda movies, he got me a chick flick (what women want) and a Fairouz K7 since I complained about the rock music that invaded my car! It was Natourit El Mfati7. I’m not a big Fairouz fan, the only Fairouz albums I got are the Ziad El Rahbani ones. I don’t know what was he thinking, but I really appreciated it.
The highlight of the album (and the reason why I’m writing this post) is the Freedom’s song “tla3na 3ala eddaou”. Walid says that this was a popular song during the March 14 protests against Syria. I know nothing about that since I was in Dubai. I haven’t heard this song for long time, very long time, since I was in the primary school.
I was 5 or 6 years old, not sure, I can’t tell from the photos. It was at the end of the scholar year and we participated in the school’s activities. I remember I paid 5 Lebanese Pounds for the dress. It was made of “jonfeiss”(sorry I don’t know what it is called in English). I don’t recall the rehearsals or even the evening itself; I guess it was not an evening, it was during the day, since the pictures we got after the event were during the day. I only remember a lot of black fabric, I guess it was the backstage. I also remember that I was not a great dancer. We danced to the “freedom”. I never understood why we were wearing those lame dresses; neither did I understand the meaning of the song. I loved the words though: we went out to the light, to the wind to the sun to the freedom. I enjoyed the idea of changing names and changing the color of our eyes, WOW, change the color of my eyes, how can I do that? Water coloring? What color would I choose? Would black suit me? I don’t like blue, I’ll go for green, if I have to color my eyes I’ll choose green, that what suits me the most….
I never participated in any activity after that, every year there was a reason to cancel the year-end festivities, every year there was a reason not to do extra curriculum activities. I paid twice to join guitar, and once to do acrobat, never attended more than a class. It was so frustrating growing up during the war. You stick to the basics, you cannot indulge in activities that risk your safety, and you cannot go out in a sortie every weekend.
I become an adult very quickly, I was less than ten years when mama asked me (or ordered me) to play dump, she made me wear old cloths and asked me to pretend that I’m retarded. I was tall and about to reach puberty. Militants broke in our house and asked for help, mama prepared dinner and I don’t know what else, I can’t forget her face, she was so scared that they would rape me, we heard a lot of those stories you know. That’s how I learned what rape is….
As a teenager I had a very small margin of freedom, and being the rebel I always was, I put up big fights with mama, “ma belle geoliere” I hated being a girl, why the hell my brother could go out whenever he wants and goes wherever he wants and I can’t??? Well, now I know.
Although we had some moments of relative peace, growing up in West Beirut was rather challenging. When the war came to an end, I was already 17 years old, and I joined USJ, it was on a “khat tamess” and it was the first year moving between west and east Beirut was allowed, but still I had the full support of mama, and eventually baba. It wasn’t being a girl that made my parent so paranoid about my safety; it was being a girl during the civil war….
It’s awful people it’s awful, the war is awful, I don’t want my kids to grow up in a war. I don’t have any, and after what is happening I don’t think I will ever have any, but my friends and relatives have and I don’t want them to live the way we lived. Stop this non-sense NOW. I don’t care corruption or no corruption, I don’t care who’s right and who’s wrong, I don’t care about any cause but my kids’ cause, I don’t want Lea, Lyn, Dana, Farah and Dima to live another war. They don’t know how bad it is, I do…
Don’t get me wrong, Walid and I still have our small fights, it’s not easy to share the house with a man, even if it’s your brother. Now the biggest fight lasted for good 10 minutes including the 5 minutes I stopped talking, but still, it was a conjugal fight. Last week we argued over DVDs, he insisted on making me watch scarface, claiming that it is a must see. I watched a few scenes. Unfortunately it was at the end of the movie and it was very violent and too tragic to my taste. I exploded at him for not warning me beforehand. It was so bloody violent and I hated it. Few days later he made me watch “A Bronx Tale” and I had the same argument with him; although the movie was not violent; the testosterone dose was quite high, the story was old and the plot was so predictable…
To make it up for me, coz he realized that “girls” do not like this kinda movies, he got me a chick flick (what women want) and a Fairouz K7 since I complained about the rock music that invaded my car! It was Natourit El Mfati7. I’m not a big Fairouz fan, the only Fairouz albums I got are the Ziad El Rahbani ones. I don’t know what was he thinking, but I really appreciated it.
The highlight of the album (and the reason why I’m writing this post) is the Freedom’s song “tla3na 3ala eddaou”. Walid says that this was a popular song during the March 14 protests against Syria. I know nothing about that since I was in Dubai. I haven’t heard this song for long time, very long time, since I was in the primary school.
I was 5 or 6 years old, not sure, I can’t tell from the photos. It was at the end of the scholar year and we participated in the school’s activities. I remember I paid 5 Lebanese Pounds for the dress. It was made of “jonfeiss”(sorry I don’t know what it is called in English). I don’t recall the rehearsals or even the evening itself; I guess it was not an evening, it was during the day, since the pictures we got after the event were during the day. I only remember a lot of black fabric, I guess it was the backstage. I also remember that I was not a great dancer. We danced to the “freedom”. I never understood why we were wearing those lame dresses; neither did I understand the meaning of the song. I loved the words though: we went out to the light, to the wind to the sun to the freedom. I enjoyed the idea of changing names and changing the color of our eyes, WOW, change the color of my eyes, how can I do that? Water coloring? What color would I choose? Would black suit me? I don’t like blue, I’ll go for green, if I have to color my eyes I’ll choose green, that what suits me the most….
I never participated in any activity after that, every year there was a reason to cancel the year-end festivities, every year there was a reason not to do extra curriculum activities. I paid twice to join guitar, and once to do acrobat, never attended more than a class. It was so frustrating growing up during the war. You stick to the basics, you cannot indulge in activities that risk your safety, and you cannot go out in a sortie every weekend.
I become an adult very quickly, I was less than ten years when mama asked me (or ordered me) to play dump, she made me wear old cloths and asked me to pretend that I’m retarded. I was tall and about to reach puberty. Militants broke in our house and asked for help, mama prepared dinner and I don’t know what else, I can’t forget her face, she was so scared that they would rape me, we heard a lot of those stories you know. That’s how I learned what rape is….
As a teenager I had a very small margin of freedom, and being the rebel I always was, I put up big fights with mama, “ma belle geoliere” I hated being a girl, why the hell my brother could go out whenever he wants and goes wherever he wants and I can’t??? Well, now I know.
Although we had some moments of relative peace, growing up in West Beirut was rather challenging. When the war came to an end, I was already 17 years old, and I joined USJ, it was on a “khat tamess” and it was the first year moving between west and east Beirut was allowed, but still I had the full support of mama, and eventually baba. It wasn’t being a girl that made my parent so paranoid about my safety; it was being a girl during the civil war….
It’s awful people it’s awful, the war is awful, I don’t want my kids to grow up in a war. I don’t have any, and after what is happening I don’t think I will ever have any, but my friends and relatives have and I don’t want them to live the way we lived. Stop this non-sense NOW. I don’t care corruption or no corruption, I don’t care who’s right and who’s wrong, I don’t care about any cause but my kids’ cause, I don’t want Lea, Lyn, Dana, Farah and Dima to live another war. They don’t know how bad it is, I do…
Monday, January 29, 2007
طب ليه كدة
ممكن بس حدا يفسر لي ليش حتى الصفحة الأولى لجريدة الأخبار اللبنانية انضمت لجحافل "الرديحة" و"السميمة"؟ إنو شو فينا نعمل لنقرا الأخبار بدون تمليح و تبهير و خلطة الخواجة الصحافي الخاصة للتواصل الإعلامي.
إنو شو ممكن إفهم أنا من مانشيت متل "نصر الله: الثأر من أسياد القتلة" و سطرأول بيقول: " أجهز الأمين العام لحزب الله السيد حسن نصر الله على مشروع الفتنة من جانب المعارضة. "
إنو وين الخبر؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟ ومين اللي عم يحقن العالم ويعمل فتنة.
كل عمرا جريدة الأخبار مفذلكة و بدك تحط اللاروس والمعجم و إستاذ خصوصي لحتى تقدر تستوعب كتابات جوزيف سماحة. وشي مبصر على محلل رموز على شاكلة رأفت الهجان لتفهم شو بدو يقول زياد الرحباني. بس عل القليلة كان في صفحة أولى بتخبرك شو صار بأقل قدر من اللؤم و السم ومن دون ما يحيدو عن توجههم السياسي المعروف.
شو صار؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟
طب شو بيعمل الإنسان الحساس اللي متلي (قال إنو يعني تونغ إن زا تشيك) اللي بيبطل يستوعب لما تتقل دوز السم واللئمني. ما شي يا خي بيتلت راسي ببطل إفهم شو عم يقولو! طب ما أنا أولريدي, ديجا يعني , وقفت إقرا و إتفرج عل المستقبل, أل بي سس, نيو تي في, والمنار. ما يا لطيف ألطف صار في نوع مبتكر من الجهاد اللي ألله نسي يفرضو والنبي نسي يضمو لأركان الإسلام وهو الجهاد الإعلامي اللي الحمد الله ما مخلى حدا من شرو!!!
ألله يخلليلنا الشوتايم يا رب و يطول بعمر الدجادج جودي (مش دجاج فراخ يعني, لأ يا زكي دجادج يعني قاضي! أف ولو!!!)
إنو شو ممكن إفهم أنا من مانشيت متل "نصر الله: الثأر من أسياد القتلة" و سطرأول بيقول: " أجهز الأمين العام لحزب الله السيد حسن نصر الله على مشروع الفتنة من جانب المعارضة. "
إنو وين الخبر؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟ ومين اللي عم يحقن العالم ويعمل فتنة.
كل عمرا جريدة الأخبار مفذلكة و بدك تحط اللاروس والمعجم و إستاذ خصوصي لحتى تقدر تستوعب كتابات جوزيف سماحة. وشي مبصر على محلل رموز على شاكلة رأفت الهجان لتفهم شو بدو يقول زياد الرحباني. بس عل القليلة كان في صفحة أولى بتخبرك شو صار بأقل قدر من اللؤم و السم ومن دون ما يحيدو عن توجههم السياسي المعروف.
شو صار؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟
طب شو بيعمل الإنسان الحساس اللي متلي (قال إنو يعني تونغ إن زا تشيك) اللي بيبطل يستوعب لما تتقل دوز السم واللئمني. ما شي يا خي بيتلت راسي ببطل إفهم شو عم يقولو! طب ما أنا أولريدي, ديجا يعني , وقفت إقرا و إتفرج عل المستقبل, أل بي سس, نيو تي في, والمنار. ما يا لطيف ألطف صار في نوع مبتكر من الجهاد اللي ألله نسي يفرضو والنبي نسي يضمو لأركان الإسلام وهو الجهاد الإعلامي اللي الحمد الله ما مخلى حدا من شرو!!!
ألله يخلليلنا الشوتايم يا رب و يطول بعمر الدجادج جودي (مش دجاج فراخ يعني, لأ يا زكي دجادج يعني قاضي! أف ولو!!!)
Saturday, January 27, 2007
تكسّر الأثير
فوق ثنايا العبير
وتصدع الخرير
على طيات الغدير
وصعق الصرير
في أعماق الهدير
كل الكائنات صُمِدَت
انغرست في اللحظة ووقفت
مقهورة مغلوبة أفلت
انتصر الأزل عليها وخسرت
تجمّدت الصور, وأفلَتَ الوقت من قبضة الزمان
وقف حال الناس وانسلت الصور من تراتب الأيام
نُحِتَت على غبار الخلود فأضحت
كورقة خريفٍ سهت من يد الدهر وعلقت...
علقت
في أبدٍ سحيق البراثن
خططت أطرافها بماءٍ واهٍ
حبست عندها قدرُ فاتن
عوقب معاقبة خائن
حلّ عليها شبح الموت
أرخى بثوبه اللامتناهي صوت
أسود ملعون أنين سابق الفوت
ينبئ ويعد بتكرار الشوط
لُصق نعيب الغراب على ذرّات الهواء
ونعيق البوم ينذر بالوباء
وعيون هرٍّ أسودٍ تقدح شرارةً و مواء
الأزل هو جزاء الوفاء
فوق ثنايا العبير
وتصدع الخرير
على طيات الغدير
وصعق الصرير
في أعماق الهدير
كل الكائنات صُمِدَت
انغرست في اللحظة ووقفت
مقهورة مغلوبة أفلت
انتصر الأزل عليها وخسرت
تجمّدت الصور, وأفلَتَ الوقت من قبضة الزمان
وقف حال الناس وانسلت الصور من تراتب الأيام
نُحِتَت على غبار الخلود فأضحت
كورقة خريفٍ سهت من يد الدهر وعلقت...
علقت
في أبدٍ سحيق البراثن
خططت أطرافها بماءٍ واهٍ
حبست عندها قدرُ فاتن
عوقب معاقبة خائن
حلّ عليها شبح الموت
أرخى بثوبه اللامتناهي صوت
أسود ملعون أنين سابق الفوت
ينبئ ويعد بتكرار الشوط
لُصق نعيب الغراب على ذرّات الهواء
ونعيق البوم ينذر بالوباء
وعيون هرٍّ أسودٍ تقدح شرارةً و مواء
الأزل هو جزاء الوفاء
Friday, January 26, 2007
What do we expect? tab ma of course, when you keep pumping hater that’s what you get. Hater brings war, simple equation.
Why can’t we talk, we all remember the civil war an still did not forget how bad it was, why? Why? For fuck sake why?
Why can’t we exist as human being, humans, humans for fuck sake humans. Why can’t we exist without our ethnic and ideological background? What the hell is happening? When did we become barbarians in our minds and in our talks? And what do expect? Applauds at the end of our act? Well the applaud we got is a “taste” of the civil war.
Kiss ikht hal 7ale
Why can’t we talk, we all remember the civil war an still did not forget how bad it was, why? Why? For fuck sake why?
Why can’t we exist as human being, humans, humans for fuck sake humans. Why can’t we exist without our ethnic and ideological background? What the hell is happening? When did we become barbarians in our minds and in our talks? And what do expect? Applauds at the end of our act? Well the applaud we got is a “taste” of the civil war.
Kiss ikht hal 7ale
Thursday, January 25, 2007
لست حبيبي
لا أنا لا أحبك
لا ولست أطيق رؤياك
ولا أنا مغرمة بصوتك
ولا يعنيني حسن محيّاك
ولا أنت توأم روحي
ولا ألهث لأنال رضاك
لا أنا لا أريدك
ولا تدمع عيني للقياك
ولا يقفز قلبي من بين ضلوعي
إن لاح في الأفق مرآك
ولا أدفن رأسي بين الكتب
وأختبئ من هذا وذاك
ولا ألوم وهج الحاسوب
على دمعة فرّت لذكراك
لا أنا لا أريدك
لا ولست أطيق رؤياك
لا ولست أطيق رؤياك
ولا أنا مغرمة بصوتك
ولا يعنيني حسن محيّاك
ولا أنت توأم روحي
ولا ألهث لأنال رضاك
لا أنا لا أريدك
ولا تدمع عيني للقياك
ولا يقفز قلبي من بين ضلوعي
إن لاح في الأفق مرآك
ولا أدفن رأسي بين الكتب
وأختبئ من هذا وذاك
ولا ألوم وهج الحاسوب
على دمعة فرّت لذكراك
لا أنا لا أريدك
لا ولست أطيق رؤياك
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Nietzche is dead
"God is dead"-- Nietzsche, 1886
"Nietzsche is dead"-- God, 1901
"Nietzche is dead. God" was part of an ad campaign from Oglivyone Singapore to bring God back into daily life. It was a one simple campaign in which all the touchpoints gave meaning to the same idea, and every piece of communication employed its specific possibilities to the fullest.
In different touchpoints, God has been given a personality – someone who talks to you in his own way, with wit, irony, humor and complete irreverence in simple ads, SMS’s, TV commercials, posters and bus displays. For example it is God who says: "“I hate rules. That’s why I only made ten of them"
Yeah sure, Nietzche is dead… I'm not sure about God though. What I'm sure about is God is a myth, and if he's really there, he / she doesn't really care. I honestly believe that the Greeks have done a much better job with their Gods, they make much more sense.
"Nietzsche is dead"-- God, 1901
"Nietzche is dead. God" was part of an ad campaign from Oglivyone Singapore to bring God back into daily life. It was a one simple campaign in which all the touchpoints gave meaning to the same idea, and every piece of communication employed its specific possibilities to the fullest.
In different touchpoints, God has been given a personality – someone who talks to you in his own way, with wit, irony, humor and complete irreverence in simple ads, SMS’s, TV commercials, posters and bus displays. For example it is God who says: "“I hate rules. That’s why I only made ten of them"
Yeah sure, Nietzche is dead… I'm not sure about God though. What I'm sure about is God is a myth, and if he's really there, he / she doesn't really care. I honestly believe that the Greeks have done a much better job with their Gods, they make much more sense.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Souvenirs
One week in Dubai I'm trying to hide from the whole world. Not because I didn't want to come back, nor I'm having a post vacation depression or anything…
No, I lost one of my 2 bags. And I can't forgive myself how could an ex MEA staff forget evident stuff like"never put all your valuables in one bag, never forget to have an extra name tag and never ever forget your laptop in the luggage".
The bag that has got everything I bought, all my valuables and my laptop is missing. What hurts the most is the photos, sorry guys I won't be posting much. Also the laptop had some invaluable data…
Karim says that I have to get over it; memories are not limited to the photos, and people should draw a line somewhere and relay on the memories in their head... When shall we stop taking photos to remember? i.e. the wedding photos minute by minute, the delivery of the first kid, his first haircut, the clothes, the illnesses…. Where do we stop? And if the "souvenir" is gone, does it really mean that the "souvenirs" are gone? Naaaaaaaaaaa, they're not!!!!! I had great time, and it'll always be there with me!!
So I'm back to normal life, and if the bag shows up anytime soon or not so soon, it'll be great…
من ألبوم "يا قصص" لجوليا بطرس جملة عم اتدور براسي: "غناني نغنّيا, لكن ما فيا, لا نغمي, لا كلمي الصوت بيكفيا. "
تصبحو على خير و انشالله بكرا بفك الإنعكاف و برجع لقواعدي سالمة
No, I lost one of my 2 bags. And I can't forgive myself how could an ex MEA staff forget evident stuff like"never put all your valuables in one bag, never forget to have an extra name tag and never ever forget your laptop in the luggage".
The bag that has got everything I bought, all my valuables and my laptop is missing. What hurts the most is the photos, sorry guys I won't be posting much. Also the laptop had some invaluable data…
Karim says that I have to get over it; memories are not limited to the photos, and people should draw a line somewhere and relay on the memories in their head... When shall we stop taking photos to remember? i.e. the wedding photos minute by minute, the delivery of the first kid, his first haircut, the clothes, the illnesses…. Where do we stop? And if the "souvenir" is gone, does it really mean that the "souvenirs" are gone? Naaaaaaaaaaa, they're not!!!!! I had great time, and it'll always be there with me!!
So I'm back to normal life, and if the bag shows up anytime soon or not so soon, it'll be great…
من ألبوم "يا قصص" لجوليا بطرس جملة عم اتدور براسي: "غناني نغنّيا, لكن ما فيا, لا نغمي, لا كلمي الصوت بيكفيا. "
تصبحو على خير و انشالله بكرا بفك الإنعكاف و برجع لقواعدي سالمة
Monday, January 8, 2007
My lady
She's the most photographed lady in the history; 121 years old and never looked any better!
Meet my lady...
Meet my lady...
Friday, January 5, 2007
On the road
Hello Everyone,
Long time away from the blogging scene. I'm on vacation! Although I made sure to take my laptop to stay in touch, I ran out of battery the first 3 hours in Milan! And guess what, NO ONE uses the same cables as the one we use in Dubai! So I carried the stupid laptop around in Milan, Florence, Munich and now Miami FOR NOTHING!!!!
Well, my vacation is awesome, Italy was beautiful, Munich was amazing, guys I tell you I fell in Love with Bavaria, really I did. Only if I spoke German.... helas!
In Miami I'm half business half pleasure. The Business side is good, the pleasure... well as expected, if you live in Dubai, nothing much to say about Miami.
Tomorrow, or today, well, in 7 hours anyways I'm heading to the BIG APPLE. Can't wait to see New York.
I'll be back in town on the 13th. I downloaded some pics but I got them packed in the luggage already. More updates with LOTS of pics will follow, promise.
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