At Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaast

Appointments
Deadlines
Meetings
People
Stupidity
Anger
Speculation
Stupidity
Bad intentions
Politics
More anger
Islamists
Stupidity
Traffic
Bills
Phone
Heat
Stupidity
Work work work
Stress stress stress

No more


I’m breaking free for a few days….



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بلطجة المتأسلمين

لا أريد التعليق على الاستجواب والمستجدات السياسية، فغيري من المدونين بدعوا

ما يخيفني هذه الأيام، هو نزعة المتأسلمين البلطجية

فمن اعتداءات طلبة الإئتلافية على مراسل القبس، ثم انكارهم، ثم الهتاف بإسمه، إلى

جرأة موقف "حدس" المشين من موضوع الاستجواب... ففي مثل هذا الوقت منذ سنة كان الأخ المتصنع ناصر الصانع يترنح بنشوة الجماهير ويغني بلغة الفرنجة أستغفر الله

"no no jungle law"

لكننا نراه هذه الأيام يطالب بتهدئة الأوضاع وعدم التصعيد ضد حرامية البلد والوزير الذي يتفشخر بهم!!! إلى

ندوة السلف التالف دفاعا عن الكويت في قضية المتاجرة بالبشر!!!! مدعين بأن هذا التقرير الأمريكي الزنديق لا يمت للواقع بصلة! ماذا لو لم تكن قضية عمال النظافة معلومة عامة؟ ماذا لو لم تكن مشاكل العمالة المصرية في خيطان برضة معلومة عامة!؟!؟!؟

ماذا لو ترجمة: عيل شلوووووووون

هذا بعد فتوة الرضاعة طبعا وما سبقها من فتاوى تشلللللللللللللللل!!!!

طبعا لا أعتبر كل ما سبق جديدا على متأسليمنا، الذين كرهوا الجميع بالإسلام والمسلمين بأعاصير التكفير والتشكيك. إني (شرايكم بإني) ألوم مثقفينا والذين باتوا يخافون هذه الأعاصير وتحولوا إلى عقول استراحت لاجتهادات السلف من غير مساءلة أو بحث! لقد وصلنا اليوم إلى الإشارة باستحياء لمواقفنا ضد المتأسلمين خوفا من الهجوم الهمجي والغبي. لكن الهمجية أسلوبهم و واجب كل المثقفين الوقوف ضدهم مهما كان الثمن.

اعتذار النواب المحترمين عن موقفهم بشأن قانون المرأة مخزي فعلا! فهو إن دل فإنما يدل على أن الأخوة لم يشاركوا في الجلسات ووقعوا "عمياني"!!! مقابل أجندة المتأسلمين الواضحة باتجاه "سعودة" الكويت

تليهم القبس والتي تشير باستحياء إلى موقف الجركة الدستورية من الاستجواب (لاحظ إن دستورية مالها أي علاقة فيهم) والنائب علة وزفت يتهمون على الراشد بملكية شركة عليها مساءلة قانونية ويصعدون الموضوع وكأن هذه الشركة هي السبب في انقطاع الكهرباء!!!

أما آن الأوان ليعلو صوت المنطق والحق ولضرب الآفات المتأسلمين على مناخيرهم؟؟

نريد حركة منظمة وواضحة لفضح المتأسلمين، وأجندتهم خاصة فيما يتعلق بالمادة الثانية وما قد يعنيه ذلك للكويتيين
نريد حملات توعية كبيرة تقول للناس: هذولا الاخوان المسلمين، هذا تاريخهم، هذا هدفهم، هذولا السلف، هذا اللي

يبونه، هذا حلال، هذا حرام

أوكي و فلسين نبني فيهم بيت في أي ديرة محترمة

صــــــــــــــــــــلاة

أبانا الذي في السموات. ليتقدس إسمك. ليأت ملكوتك. لتكن مشيئتك كما في السماء كذلك على الأرض. خبزنا الذي للغد أعطنا اليوم واغفر لنا ذنوبنا كما نغفر نحن أيضا للمذنبين إلينا. ولا تدخلنا في تجربة لكن نجنا من أحمد الشرير. بالمسيح يسوع ربنا

نسجد لك أيها المسيح مع أبيك الصالح والروح القدس لأنك أتيت وخلصتنا

نشكر صانع الخيرات الرحوم الله ونسأله الرأفة في كويتنا. إغفر لنواب مجلسنا خطاياهم، و لحدس أشرارهم، وللسلف غباءهم، ولبعضهم جهلهم، ولغيرهم نذالتهم، و أشفق علينا وعاضدنا وأتي بنا إلى هذه الساعة. اللهم إكشف ألاعيبهم ولا تسهل عليهم مكيدة

من أجل هذا نسأل ونطلب من صلاحك يا محب البشر. إمنحنا أن نكمل هذا اليوم وكل أيام حياتنا بكل سلام مع خوفك كل حسد وكل تجربة وكل فعل الشيطان ومؤامرة الأشرار وقيام الأعداء الخفيين والظاهرين

يا الله الذي قبل إليه قرابين هابيل الصديق وذبيحة نوح وابراهيم وبخور هارون وزكريا

يا الله الذي قبل اعتراف اللص على الصليب المكرم، إجعل خليفة يعترف وارحم وزير نفطنا من عذاب الجهل

صلوا من أجل تقدماتنا والذين قدموها. صلوا من أجل نجاة الناس في الصيف بدون كهرباء. صلوا من أجل سلام العالم وهذه البلد. صلوا من أجل وطنينا وأحرارنا

السلام لمصاف الملائكة وسادتي الآباء الرسل وصفوف الشهداء وجميع القديسين

السلام للكل

this is a prayer of despiration since nothing else seems to be working

(click here to listen to my daily prayer)

Serious Post


I’m reading this wonderful non-fictional book for a change and it’s called “Devil’s Game” – by Robert Dryfuss. I’ve been too busy so I’m not reading as much as I want to! Let’s just say that on a two hour plane trip I couldn’t put it down both ways! (yes yes I am slow)

For all of you out there sympathetic with Islamist fundamentalists, go ahead and read it!

For all of you who – like me – hate their guts, ham go ahead and read it!!!!

The book mainly explains the role of both Brittan and the United States in sponsoring fundamentalists starting with Gamal El Din El Afghani, Mohammed Abdo, Wahhabis, Mulism Brotherhood, Ikhwan, Ayyatollah in Iran, and all the way to Al Qaeda. It explains how Gamal El Din El Afghani was a multi-agent for the brits, the Russians, and whoever would recruit him – claiming to lead a pan-islam idea across Islamic nations, while he himself was an atheist. So was the case for many other glorified Islamic leaders.

The book also explains how the US sponsored Hasan El Banna – Founder of the Muslim Brotherhood – and eventually continued to sponsor the whole group to bring down Gamal Abdulnasser. Who was a threat because he was the strongest most popular nationalist Arabic leader during the cold war.

How crazy wahhabis carried the worst massacres in Arabia utilized by Ben S3oud to be able to rule the area. The alliance began a “campaign of killing and plunder all across Arabia, first in Central Arabia, then in Asir in Southern Arabia and parts of Yemen, and finally in Riyadh and the Hijaz, in 1802 they raided the Shiite holy city of Karbala in what is now Iraq killing most of the city’s population, destroying the dome over the grave of the a founder of Shiism and looting property, weapons, clothing, carpets, gold, silver, and previous copies of the Quran.” The British welcomed the alliance because they believed it would help them gain control over the Persian gulf.

How “Mufti El Quds” had no academic credentials what so ever, but was rather a political ally for the British!

So on and so forth…


I couldn’t help thinking about our wonderful ISHlamics – tabtaba2y, nasir el sani3, Faisal el Mislim, and kel el mutaraddya elli 3indina. If it took us more than 200 years to find documented facts about the crimes of the wahhabis, when are we going to find out the truth about hal natee7a?


Funny thing…. When an arab writes about these things, he’s immediately slaughtered (faraj foda 7abiby). So we have to learn about our history from the same people trying to control us… ya 7ilooooona!



The book is HOT HOT HOT and full of facts, quotes, and numbers.

READ IT !

عدنا ... ويا ريتنا ما عدنا

So I am back to Kuwait… the land of shattered dreams and abundance of negative energy combined with stress (both necessary and unnecessary)

I have mainly been working since I got back; which is why I couldn’t write.

Nevertheless… I have tons of te7el6im if I may

1. Why is it that it takes 45 minutes on a busy day to get from Ma3adi to Muhandiseen, while it takes 40 minutes to get from 5th ring road to down town at 7:30 AM?????? What’s worse.. is that everyone here complains about the traffic in Cairo!!!!! 3aaaaaaib

2. The second page of Al-Ahram has a list of all major cultural activities happening around Egypt. Here, they close Virgin because it sold “Chicago” – a best seller in Egypt! 3aibaaaaaain!

3. Why is it when you’re on the left side of the highway, driving at the maximum speed limit, the car of ahead of you is 20KM below the speed limit, but they refuse to move??? It takes them about 4 minutes to take a decision and slowly change lanes! For some reason, a muhajjaba lady would NOT change lanes! (I know how politically incorrect that statement is, but it’s a real observation I can’t help it)

4. Whenever I pass by a mulla (with the beard, the short dishdasha…the works) he stares at me like I dropped down from Mercury! At first, I would just look away. Now I stare right back, with a look following him all the way until he disappears! He should be the one feeling odd not me!

5. A couple of days ago, I happened to be at this big company waiting to see someone. I couldn’t help overhearing this conversation between two young Kuwaiti women:
• “ya7lailhom el ajaneb, ma ykhalloon fursa ella yegron feeha”
• “ee wallah tsadgeen? Wohma natreen, fel qitar, fel tayyara”
• “ya7lailhom walla fithawa!”
I almost turned at then and replied (khizee w 3alaih shhood)

These are quick observations I had to share. But on a personal note, I want to thank my friends who are keeping me sane! I wouldn’t know what to do with you (love you girls). Bunaz, I loved your movie!!! Waiting for part 1 :-)

I loved this article and had to share :-)

Call that humiliation?
No hoods. No electric shocks. No beatings.
These Iranians clearly are a very uncivilised bunch
Terry Jones
Saturday March 31, 2007
The Guardian

I share the outrage expressed in the British press over the treatment of our naval personnel accused by Iran of illegally entering their waters. It is a disgrace. We would never dream of treating captives like this - allowing them to smoke cigarettes, for example, even though it has been proven that smoking kills. And as for compelling poor servicewoman Faye Turney to wear a black headscarf, and then allowing the picture to be posted around the world - have the Iranians no concept of civilised behaviour? For God's sake, what's wrong with putting a bag over her head? That's what we do with the Muslims we capture: we put bags over their heads, so it's hard to breathe. Then it's perfectly acceptable to take photographs of them and circulate them to the press because the captives can't be recognised and humiliated in the way these unfortunate British service people are.

It is also unacceptable that these British captives should be made to talk on television and say things that they may regret later. If the Iranians put duct tape over their mouths, like we do to our captives, they wouldn't be able to talk at all. Of course they'd probably find it even harder to breathe - especially with a bag over their head - but at least they wouldn't be humiliated.

And what's all this about allowing the captives to write letters home saying they are all right? It's time the Iranians fell into line with the rest of the civilised world: they should allow their captives the privacy of solitary confinement. That's one of the many privileges the US grants to its captives in Guantánamo Bay.

The true mark of a civilised country is that it doesn't rush into charging people whom it has arbitrarily arrested in places it's just invaded. The inmates of Guantánamo, for example, have been enjoying all the privacy they want for almost five years, and the first inmate has only just been charged. What a contrast to the disgraceful Iranian rush to parade their captives before the cameras!

What's more, it is clear that the Iranians are not giving their British prisoners any decent physical exercise. The US military make sure that their Iraqi captives enjoy PT. This takes the form of exciting "stress positions", which the captives are expected to hold for hours on end so as to improve their stomach and calf muscles. A common exercise is where they are made to stand on the balls of their feet and then squat so that their thighs are parallel to the ground. This creates intense pain and, finally, muscle failure. It's all good healthy fun and has the bonus that the captives will confess to anything to get out of it.

And this brings me to my final point. It is clear from her TV appearance that servicewoman Turney has been put under pressure. The newspapers have persuaded behavioural psychologists to examine the footage and they all conclude that she is "unhappy and stressed".

What is so appalling is the underhand way in which the Iranians have got her "unhappy and stressed". She shows no signs of electrocution or burn marks and there are no signs of beating on her face. This is unacceptable. If captives are to be put under duress, such as by forcing them into compromising sexual positions, or having electric shocks to their genitals, they should be photographed, as they were in Abu Ghraib. The photographs should then be circulated around the civilised world so that everyone can see exactly what has been going on.

As Stephen Glover pointed out in the Daily Mail, perhaps it would not be right to bomb Iran in retaliation for the humiliation of our servicemen, but clearly the Iranian people must be made to suffer - whether by beefing up sanctions, as the Mail suggests, or simply by getting President Bush to hurry up and invade, as he intends to anyway, and bring democracy and western values to the country, as he has in Iraq.

· Terry Jones is a film director, actor and Python
www.terry-jones.net

و عيدي يا بلادي.... آآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآآه يا قلبي

التنكيد الوزاري الحديد

حسبي الله ونعم الوكيل

العيد فرحة


من 17 سنة ما احتفلنا بالعيد الوطني مع شادي الخليج وسناء الخراز
فلما عرض التلفزيون حفل الشراع الكويتي
هديت الامتحان اللي لازم أدرس له... الشغل اللي ما يخلص.... البحث اللي لازم يخلص... وجابلتهم



ردني صوت شادي الخليج إلى أيام نبيها خمس.. وبعدين إلى ال17 سنة اللي قضيناها بدونهم.... عرفت إن بدون شادي الخليج وسناء الخراز... ما عاد عندنا رمز فني وطني محترم نسمع له بكل أحاسيسنا. تذكرت واحنا ياهال ونمثل بالبيت وينج يا الابرة


لحظة الأوبريت فيه بنات!!!! شلون؟؟؟؟ وين الطبطبائي عنهم

لا أوكي محتشمات لابسين حجابات.... حزين بس متوقع

لا والله يرقصون وشوي شوي ماكو حجابات!!!! اللللللللللللللله وناسة!!!!!

خرعتي من رد فعل المتخلفين خربت علي بالأول.... لكن بعد شوي، فرحة البنات على المسرح، وناستهم بالمكياج والهدوم الغريبة عليهم، استمتاعهم بالإهتمام من المشاهدين والكاميرا، براءة الابتسامة اللي فقدناها من شدة تزمت أصحاب الفكر اللي مودينا بستين داهية، التطور (ولو بسيط) في إضاءة المسرح، روعة اللوحات وعكسها لموسيقى البلدان (بالذات باكستان)، حالة الطرب في ابتسامة سناء الخراز وحركات شادي الخليج (رغم العمر والمشاكل الصحية للإثنين)، البنوتة الصغيرونة (اللي صار ألحين أشبه بالعرف) اللي رقصت بروحها وتصدرت المجموعة في الأخير.... وناستهم (ولو إن الختام كان غير مختلط) ونستني

أوكي بعض اللوحات كانت

politically incorrect

بس طاف

أدري كل هالأمور أشياء صغيرة مقارنة بثقل مشاكلنا... لكنها أفرحتني وأفرحت الكثير

يا رب تتكرر


وتقولون ماكو إثلاح؟

شهر الحب


People call February; the month of love.

Despite Valentine’s Day and the ambiance set by the “enterprise”, this particular month (and I mean 2007) is exceptionally romantic! Isn't it?

Almost everyone I know is desperately in love. Not necessarily in happy relationships, but definitely elbow deep in love (translation: لي الكوع)!

Is it a coincidence?

Does the weather have something to do with it? Entering spring and all?

Well... guess what?

I just discovered the craziest reason!!!!

Venus is in Pisces this month!

There you have it :-)

What on earth am I talking about?

Well…

At the risk of being labeled:
Stupid, by liberals;
A witch, by religious fanatics;
Crazy/ kharboota, by everyone else;

I have been reading more and more in astrology. And that does NOT mean predicting anyone’s future. Astrology is the science of interpreting how planets affect our moods, personalities, and feelings. Subsequently, how all this affects our relationships.


So, since Venus (the planet of love- as per the Roman Goddess Venus derived from the Greek Goddess Aphrodite) has moved to the Pisces constellation (Pisces is the last sun sign – 7oot; not only is it the best sign ever, it is the most romantic sign- think Elizabeth Taylor and Drew Barrymore); the combined power of the two have made us all go KoKo!!!

Hope this makes you all feel better :-)

Why don’t we take it one step further?

Wouldn’t it be nice if you could share your date and time of birth (if known)? & answer these questions:

1. Could astrology make sense? Or is it all garbage?
2. What’s your partner’s sign?
3. Who’s your favorite astrologer?
4. How true is your sign to you?

Then we can have our own statistics on bloggers’ personalities and their sun signs :-)

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تحديث: موضوع ماله علاقة

لأول مرة في تاريخ القضاء المصري، تم الحكم على المدون كريم عامر لمدة 4 سنوات - ثلاث سنين على تهمة ازدراء الأديان و سنة على تهمة اهانة السيد الرئيس

كل الخواجات طلعوا مظاهرات للمطالبة بالإفراج عنه منذ اعتقاله في نوفمبر. ما دورنا؟

If we don't do anything, who's to say we're not next???

لمزيد من المعلومات، إقرأ علاء ومنال

Happy Valentine's Day

إهداء: إلى ولادة

الرسالة التالية منشورة هنا


Dear Thomas,
What if a person thinks he has more than one soul mate and is having difficulty picking the one whom he wants to spend his life with-and each soul mate has different attributes about them that he loves. How to decide? -- Tom


Dear Tom,
At a certain point in life, many of us find ourselves in the difficult situation of loving two people and feeling the need to choose one over the other. The situation can be torture, and anyone can feel torn apart. I don't mean to take anything away from your feelings, but your language hints at a solution. You sound as though you're standing back and judging these people. I suspect that if you let yourself get closer to each of them, the choice would be made for you. As a therapist, I listen closely to the words people use. When you use the word "picking," my ears prick up. The way I imagine a deep soul connection, love picks you and your partner. The "soul" part of soul mate is the depth of the connection. It goes beyond reason and control and seems to be ordained by fate. Maybe you need to take more time to be involved with these people and let a decision emerge. If you really are soul mates, you should be able to talk with enough honesty and depth to know what to do. If you yourself acted like a soul mate, you would describe the situation as two people together making a decision, not one sizing up the other. You have to ease up on your desire to know everything and to be in control-so you'll see the signs of real love. When you make the shift from being fully in charge to letting life happen, you'll discover how to be-and have-a soul mate.



So, bloggers? What do you think?

Ma3lish, things are busy.

Here's something to look forward to:

"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"

Out on July 21

(You can pre-order on Amazon)
The kids and I (all kids all over the world) are anxiously waiting!

The Third Segment

She sat back and breathed quickly and very consciously. The blood in her face raced immediately to her stomach, which felt so hot! Her cheeks felt dry and her eyes were slowly watering.

“This can’t be happening”, She kept repeating to herself.

Her feet were getting cold and her thighs were going numb, only to realize she’s been sitting on the wooden board at the end of the bed.

She slid up to the middle of the bed and felt the weight heavier on her heart. She flipped to her side and wept herself to sleep.

Next day, she went to the “central” as the locals called the international phone exchange, intending to call her mother.

When she walked in, she was shocked to see such number of foreigners either in line or shouting though the phone booths. She felt absolutely disoriented and out of place. The “central” had a distinguish smell of cat urine. The whole scene was bizarre and definitely depressing.

She suddenly heard a strong accent from home right behind her. When she followed the voice, she was shocked to see a huge woman the source of this “snow-white” voice. It did, though, feel like her prayers have been finally answered. This gentle lady can help her with her call. Hell! She might even turn to be a good friend!
“Who knows!?”

-“Excuse me?”, she asked hesitantly

-“Good Lord! One of us!!? Hi ya sweet thing. Y’all have no idea how it feels like to find someone from home. How ya’ doin’ pretty? Wha’s yo’ name? Oh where are my good manners?! I’m Marry J. My friends call me MJ. Wha’s yours honey?!”

-“Anna”, she blurted out, surprised at the woman’s capacity to go on!

-“Well hiii there Anna. I’s good to meet your acquaintance. First time in here? Oh Lord you look disoriented. Well, you better count your blessings sugar. When I first got here none of this was available. I had to ship letters home and wait months before I got any replies. Dear by that time I had forgotten what my letter was all about!”

-“Actually”, Anna said feeling suddenly like a school girl, “I just heard about this place and can’t wait to call mom.”

-“Oh yeah sweetie! Don’t you worry about a thing now. I’ll set your business straight”.

And MJ came through. Anna was finally at a phone booth and about to call her mom. The phone booth looked so dirty and disgusting. The phone was light green and the phone dial was missing a couple of number stickers. When she held the phone to her ear, the distinct odour of ear wax and saliva immediately made her throw back the phone.

She pulled out a handkerchief from her white purse and held the phone with it just a few inches away from her head. When she finally finished dialling, and the phone started ringing, her heart skipped a beat and her hand got sweaty. She gripped the phone harder and gave her back to the line of people waiting outside the booth.

Then that warm friendly loving voice of her mom’s came through. She stuck the phone tightly to her face as she heard the word “Hello?”

For a few seconds, maybe a minute, she couldn’t reply. She felt her throat suddenly bloating like a real adam’s apple.

-“Moooooooom..”, she sounded like a horny cat.

-“Anna? Anna is that you sweetheart?”

-“Moooo .. ooooom”, and she wept like a child. She couldn’t stop her tears.

-“Sweetie? What’s wrong? Are you O.K.? Is Adel all right?”

-“(sob) Ya Mooom (sob) we’re both ok”

-“What’s wrong then sweetheart?”

Oh how she longed to hear her voice. How she longed for that sweet concern. Genuine love!
-“(sob) I just… I just.. miss you”, as she entirely broke down weeping. She wept so hard she couldn’t catch enough breath to reply her mom’s questions


When she walked into the medical centre later that day, Anna was mortified by the stench of the sterilizer, the dirty ugly old waiting chairs, the amount of covered women, and the look old men had on their faces.

The Asian nurse was approaching her. Slightly plumb, with thick spectacles, hair pulled back, “probably mid forties” Anna guessed.

Anna explained her need of a pregnancy test as if she was speaking about someone other than herself, until the nurse pointed her to the lab for a blood test. That distance seemed getting longer and longer as she walked through it. The corridor kept getting smaller, and the neon lights were getting brighter, then blurrier with every step.

“Run! You can still get out of here!”
“Go home! Sleep!”
But her body kept moving towards the lab. She was getting anxious and light headed as she reached the lab’s over exhausted door and sat on the chair right next to it trying to hold the tears in her eyes and stop her hand from shaking.

“What’s wrong with you? STOP IT!”, and her tears just ran down her face.
“But I don’t want toooooo”
“You don’t know it yet!”
“Yes I do!!! And I don’t want tooooo”, and she beat her legs against the floor like a five year old.



When Anna got home, she walked like a zombie planning to go straight to her room. She felt that no joy or happiness will ever come her way, this rotten house was her prison, and this rotten family were her prisoners.

But when she walked in the main entrance, she saw Adel’s father bent down on his tool box and apparently intending to fix something.

-“Hello Anna, trust your day was all right?”, he said in perfect English and barely looked up from the box.

-“Yes sir. Yours?”
“Liar”
But as she smiled at him, she felt her face was about to crack.

-“Good. Have you seen that blue screw driver? The big one? I can’t seem to find it!”
“Damn! Does that mean I have to help? Really I don’t feel like it”

-“Let me help you” and she placed her white purse on the chair by the door and knelt on the tool box with him.

-“I said it’s not here. I’ve searched twice and nothing. But go ahead and look if you want to.”

She ignored him and started pulling out the tools one by one. Suddenly she got the urge to re-arrange the whole box.

new year..... old problems

So here it starts...

I could easily dwell on all the hive concerning Saddam….etc
Or on the crowd in Lebanon singing for 7afith el Asad

But I’m board!

And I’ve been thinking long and hard about a well deserving post for 2007.

So,

in the spirit of rejuvenation…
and pushing out my electronic comfort zone,

I followed the lead of this wonderful blogger

and got my own podcast


What do you think?

PS> will blogging and podcasting be added to the 2007 dictionaries?

for

2007

I wish you this

May you get more of what you love, less of what you hate, and none of what you loath

"that loath bit includes tabtab2y & el shatty for those of you who didn't get it"

I got tiered of all the negative energy in the air

Justified… yes

But negative

Palestine, Iraq, Lebanon, Iran, Kuwait,…. The list is endless

Since we’re not doing anything about it but bitch and moan…
All this energy is not just exhausting and draining, it’s absolutely
pointless

I remembered that Christmas is just around the corner.

That made me smile :-)

Not because it will solve anything
Not because I’m religious

But simply because… I love Christmas!
It makes me happy for no reason what so ever

And this year… I’m getting a Christmas tree.

*photo was originally uploaded on flicker.com by David Dee

Much better
:-)

Here you go, the second segment.
Ya rab ye3gib :-)




Anna opened the door with tears all over her face, only to find Safa wrapped in her Abaya, and holding a plate of Saffron cupcakes; her “specialty”, or what she believed was her specialty.

Safa looked down at her own feet and shook her head saying almost like talking to herself:
- “I know. I heard!”

Anna was so vulnerable she reached out for Safa for a hug, and surprisingly enough, Safa replied the gesture with her free arm. Anna wasn’t surprised with the smell of onions and cloves on Safa’s abaya.

As Anna sat down as Safa unwrapped the foil off the cupcakes, Anna said between her sobs:
- “I thought he stopped! He promised!! I thought things were back to normal! I don’t understand how this happened to me! To us!!!”

Safa folded her Abaya and tucked it between the cushions, in complete silence for a change. Her face carried an odd expression as if she knew the answer, so Anna perused:
- “Did he ever tell you why?”

Safa pulled her Hijab further back as she always does when she was uncomfortable, and started folding her sleeves up her forearms with more concentration than necessary. The silence might not have lasted long, but its awkwardness made it feel like forever. Finally she said:

- “Anna my dear. I know that you’re different from us and that you think you’re better sometimes. But we know things you can’t possibly understand. Things that we have experienced for real and might sound completely ridiculous to you

“This woman, well..
she has bewitched my brother to fall helplessly in love with her. I’m talking real witchcraft! Haven’t you noticed how he lost weight lately, constantly up and edgy? It’s as if he went mad!”

Anna thought to herself : “That’s all the drinking and drugs you stupid woman!!”, but she held her tongue back.

- “Come on Safa! We’re educated women! You can’t expect me to believe this!”

Safa raised an eyebrow and curled her lower lip:
- “Just as I expected. Walla honey it’s up to you! I’m just telling you what we all think”.
- “What you ALL think??!”, Anna suddenly burst out,
- “What Safa! You can’t believe your perfect brother can be a selfish *uckin A**hole?! That SOB? You would rather twist your brain around and believe in witchcraft than in him chasing a whore?”

Safa jumped up and waved her pointer finger in Anna’s face:
- “Look Ann! I never said my brother was perfect! The Lord alone deserves that! Even the Prophet made mistakes. But in this case, I do believe that this isn’t his own fault. This woman he’s with has an obscene reputation, and no one in his right mind would bring down the family name for a whore! Him especially!! He’s a man who has always put family first and would never do anything to upset us”

- “Are you delusional Safa? Wasn’t this the speech you gave him when we got married? Face it woman! You have always hated the fact that he married a foreigner, and you hated me for ruining your perfect brother. Aren’t you happy he married a whore of your own now!?”

- “You know what? Now I know I was wrong coming down here! If this is the kind of hell you’ve been giving my brother, then I don’t blame him!”

Little beads of sweat were forming on Safa’s hairy upper lip. Anna stared at her sweaty face and with a new surge of disgust and rage, she stood up pointing to the door. She felt dizzy as the surge suddenly hit her and said:
- “Get the hell out of my house!”
- “Your house? This is my brother’s house! It will never be yours! I have more right being here than you do!”

She struggled with her extremely well tugged-in Abaya and stormed out the door. Anna picked up the cupcakes and screamed:
- “ And take your shitty cake with you! I don’t want anything to do with it anywhere near me or my children”

Safa completely ignored her and walked straight through the outer gate, howling at her driver to drive her off. Anna picked up a cupcake and threw it on the car but missed. Frustrated and angry she sat down at the door step and wept out loud.

Ok, this is an overdue attempt to write a short story.

It’s a short teaser of a story actually ;-)

I’m posting it so I can get some real and honest feedback. Let me know what you think. I’ll count on your honesty.

And thank you in advance :-)


“Shit! It’s 6:15 already!”

She jumped out of her bed with a heavily beating heart, ran to the bathroom to wash up, and as soon as she was done, she realized that she had forgotten to pee.
She ran back to the toilet rushing the process way too fast.
She drove so recklessly to the airport hoping no police cars are hiding where she can’t see it. She sprayed on her perfume as she drove – which was not a good idea since it splattered right into her eyes – and fixed her hair while she parked.

It was a glorious summer morning, and she couldn’t remember the last time she was so excited, so early in the day, or the last time the skies looked so brilliant.

“He’s finally coming back!”
She smiled to herself as she stood amongst fifty other people waiting for their loved ones, or their employers.

Her large blond hair seemed to attract everyone’s attention! A filthy looking man stared at her from across the hall, smiling and caressing his vicious moustache. She couldn’t believe his audacity at first and stared right back into his eyes with her hand on her waste. Finally she decided to look away.

Every time the sliding doors opened, her heart skipped a beat. It was now 6:55 and still no Adel. Her legs were getting tiered and heavy, and every time she attempted to shift her weight from one leg to the other, she caught the weirdo staring at her.

Then the doors slid open again, and there he was; as handsome as ever. His tall strong body pushing the cart, his beautiful black eyes searching the crowd, looking so distant.

“I want to jump over this rail and hug the life out of him”, she thought
But she didn’t move.
His majestic walk, his tiered eyes, his big hands. It all felt like it was going in slow motion.
“Where are the violins?”

She finally walked towards him, smiling, and arms open, whispering “welcome home baby!”. He smiled back and spoke under his breath and with a threatening tone “nnnnnot here!”. She stopped short! She could have sworn she heard her thought break like a speeding car on a slippery road. Or like violin practice going really really badly!

He placidly placed his hand on her shoulder for a couple of seconds as he pushed her slightly ahead of him, he bent down to her ear and whispered:
“Anna what the hell were you thinking? In public???”

As she walked in front of him, in shock, it all started coming back to her.

It takes two to tango?
It takes an orchestra to tango!

I think I’ve finally figured out why relationships are scary! It’s because there’s constantly challenging!!!!

The first challenge is getting the other person to be as interested in you as you are in him/her.

Once that’s established, you’ll either need to take that first step, or work to encourage the other person to do so!

So now you’re together… and it’s all warm and fuzzy…you think you’ve found the love of your life, your soul mate, wel donya rabee3 wel gaw badee3…

TARAAAAAAAAAAAA….

You start knowing each other!

By the nature of human beings… the first fight is bound to happen!

So you experience the ugly side in each other. The challenge now is to have the brains and the heart to weigh the beautiful and the ugly…

Say you find out that beauty prevails… and you get past the fights. Again by the nature of things, ups and downs of life, you’ll face the biggest challenge of all. The TRUST challenge.

If, and only if, you get past that and fully trust that person with your mind and heart; then you might have a chance in carrying on happily with this relationship. Otherwise, the relationship is doomed!

Assume you’re both healthy mature intellectuals with no serious trust issues and do manage to establish mutual TRUST. (notice the capitals? Yes! It’s that important)

You continue your “honeymoon” period for as long as it lasts. You continue to explore each other’s interests, likes and dislikes, habits, rituals, eccentricities, mood shifts (notice the negative vibe crawling in?)…etc

Here’s where you hit the Maturity Challenge. Where you know enough about each other, get used to each other, and can together have a quiet NORMAL day. (Normal? That’s freaky! Right?)

It means the relationship is stable. Routine starts creeping into your lives. “Structure” as my friend/sister calls it. Boredom as I call it. Bottom line, romance is dead!

Mind you, this isn’t a problem when the relationship is between friends. But when it’s a romantic relationship, it’s a serious cause for a major PANIC!

Why?

Is it because we fear to be absolutely exposed to our partners? How come we’re not scared to be exposed to friends?

Or is it because we’re scared they’ll lack interest once they know that… this is everything… that’s all we’ve got? How come again we don’t fear that from friends?

Is it because we got used to that adrenaline rush throughout the journey and we are addicted to it?

A classical solution suggested by relationships experts is for couples to have separate lives, sustain independent activities, and to accept stability as a matter of fact (yawn … zzZZzzZZz).

Here I’m guessing is the root problem….
Will boredom cause loss of interest?
I guess that’s a major factor in the increasing divorce frequency?

Well, how come our parents maintain interest after 40+ years of boredom?
(all of you genuinely happily coupled, please explain) :-)

A Letter

To His Highness


Dear Sir El Mofadda,

I am a regular citizen.
My aspirations do not exceed that of the regular layman.
I want to eat without getting food poisoning.
I want to learn something in school.
I want to get the right medicine when I’m sick.
And I want hot water in the winter.

I want to pay for all these things. I don’t want them for free.

I don’t want to be filthy rich.
I don’t want my own gourmet cook.
I don’t want to study in Yale.
I don’t want to get bird flue vaccination.
And I don’t want my own Jacuzzi.

My biggest dream is to walk in a hospital, and find a free bed for my Grandmother without having to fight with the hospital manager. Or find the medicine I need, without having to contact an MP to get it from the hospital store room.

I know they can fake history books and say 2006 was the beginning of the golden age. But we are going to have to tell our children one day how we suffered that year to get water, electricity, medicine, and decent food.

History is written by those who remember it. Not those who fake it.

How does that make you feel?
Knowing your days are soon to be over?
How does it feel to be on top of a deteriorating country and have to be face to face with another Majesty, knowing all his accomplishments?

They say you want to be King.
Isn’t King a promotion? Really?


Your loving citizens,

البرتقالة

أنا ورفيجتي رحنا مارينا مول
كان يوم خميس
ومع إني ما أحب الزحمة... إلا إني كنت مضطرة لضرورات السفر
عقب التسوق... قعدنا نتغدا

إهني اللي ركزت في أشكال الناس

لا يا جماعة المناظر مو طبيعية
مو موضوع موضة ولا إني محافظة ولا شي
لكن في
major confusion in what’s feminine and what’s slutty

I’m sorry (believe me I’m really really sorry) but that’s true

Teenage girls in fishnet stockings, stiletto heals, big hair, and Oh My God lipsticks!!!!
They all look like the 21st century of the Nanny!!!!

What the hell???!

Who said that you needed to look like a whore (excuse my french) to be attractive?

Oh but light a cigarette and see the dirty looks you get! From them Nannys!

If those girls were grown ups I probably would have let it slide because this is really the look they were going for. Their real choice. But because they’re teenagers, it freaks me out!

I’ve been in a lot of places around the world, and the only teenagers who look like ours, are usually on street corners, resting on a light pole, waiting for el faraj men rab el 3alameen!