Jawaher.. the sleeping beauty

Jawaher, Dina, Samar, Ekram and Tahreer in their last family photograph.

Jawaher, Dina, Samar, Ekram and Tahreer.. Five princesses in white having their last sleep.. a sleep which last for ever..
Jawaher, the four years old girl, was sleeping beside her sisters and mother, dreaming that the next morning will come without bombings.. without the sound of the Israeli F16 in the cloudy sky. She hugged her mom asking for warmness.. Asking for safe.. Asking for a world where she can have her holiday’s gift as all the kids. A world without a burned classroom and with a ceiling above her head. The gift has been delivered and the ceiling became her cover.

Here she is, covered with white as a bride.
Today is your holiday.
Today is your wedding.
Today, you will be playing for ever.
Today you will be a child for ever.
No one will touch you, no one will harm you.

Sleep my dear.... Sleep! You were lucky to leave this world for ever.

لسة بفكروا!!!! ذليتونا الله يذلكم

أكثر من 270 شهيد سقطوا و لسة عم بسقطوا و العداد ماشي و ساحب معاه أشلاء أطفال و نساء و شيوخ و رجال

الأليات و المروحيات الإسرائيلية تقصف غزة بلا توقف و في المقابل 10 دول عربية فقط صرحت عن موافقتها على قيام اجتماع طارئ (سبعين عين تطرقهم)و لسة الباقي مازال يفكر في موضوع المباحثات

يعني انا مش سائلة فيهم و لا في اجتماعهم اللي لا بقيم و لا بحط! و مين متى استفدنا شي من اجتماعاتهم؟

اشجب و استنكر! اقيم و اتسخمط! 

لكن ال 14 دولة الباقيات و اللاتي لم يعلن موافقتهم على الإجتماع بعد رؤية أشلاء أهل غزة المتناثرة .. أليس فيهم نخوة؟ دم؟ ضمير؟ إحساس؟

أو ربما لديهم فكر أبعد من ال 10 الذين سبقوهم؟ على أساس انه لا جدوى تذكر و لا أمل يُعال على هذه الإجتماعات الطنانة .. سوى تصريف الأموال على طائراتهم و استضافتهم و مباحثاتهم و في النهاية جعلنا أضحوكة لبقية الأمم

غدا نكمل 1419 سنة على هجرة الرسول صلى الله عليه و سلم  و نصرة أهل المدينة له و لأهل مكة المسلمين . بعد 1419 سنة و شوفوا شو بصير فينا. المسلم في غزة يفصله عن المسلم في مصر بضع كيلومترات .. و ليس هناك من نصرة. يا حيف على هيك أمة

The silver shoe go to Bush and the Golden shoe go to us.. the arabs!

For their silence!

For their stupidity!

For their shameful standing still!

For talking without actions!

For being fastest to assemble to discuss what has no meaning to be discussed!

For being disgusting!

For being cower!

For their arrogant!

For their retardation!

For giving the human being the lowest price!

&

For running after silly things and leaving every single important issue behind!

 

CONGRATULATIONS!

They deserve it! They worked so hard to get it!

They left thousands of poor Arabs and their children to die!

 

I pray to Allah to curse them! To kill their arrogant government!

 

Gaza's head will stay high in the sky!

The whole Palestinian nation will not need you Arabs! We are on our own!

we have been killed for the last 60 years! No one is giving a dam!

Why should they be angry? Why should they react?! They are happy to eat, sleep and do nothing like pigs till the time for them to be eaten!

 

MAY GOD DESTROY ISRAEL AND ALL THE ERREGENT AND STUPID ARABS ON THIS PLANET!

 

God bless our martyrs in Gaza!

يعطيكم العافية

استيقظت فجر الجمعة على أمل أن أستطيع إلتقاط بعض الصور و الفيديو لسماء و بحر و بعض الأشياء هنا و هناك .. لعل و عسى ان تساعدني في مشروعي الدراسي. للأسف .. كانت السماء أصفى من اللازم

و لكن في المقابل.. و جدت هؤلاء الصيادين يجمعون شباكهم ليلتقطوا ما قد علق بها من سمك.. لم يكن ذاك الصيد الوفير  .. أو بالأحرى لم يكن شيئا

كانت كومة صغيرة لا تتعدى ملئ راحتي الكف يتخللها الكثير من نبات البحر و الطحلب

قلت .. يا سبحان الله .. كيف لهم بهذا الصبر و الجلد على تحمل كل هذا العناء لتكون النتيجة فتاتا لا يقي  لا يذر؟

كم يعطيني ربي من نعم و انا له جاحدة؟.. بينما غيري يجاهد موج البحر و رياحه من غير حول منه او قوة

جد .. يعطيهم العافية .. 

I'M EMOTIONS!

YES! I admit it! i am an emotional person! and there is nothing I can do about it!

I am totally driven by emotions.. I am sooo moody.. I can change my mood, choice or decision in few minutes!
I can easily confuse my self and people around me, but I can not help it! This is me!

Each time I watch a movie.. specially if it was a strong, deep, dramatic or romantic movie.. I will spend the few days later affected by it! I would usually be down for some time if the movie is so sad or having a deep message that will make me live the film actions for some time!

Music has a deep impact on me.. and I always tend to listen to classics and soft music! (as if i need more down feelings to have)

one word would put me up in the sky or drag me deep down!

Yes, I am driven by my emotions.. and yet, I am happy with my self!

The sky beneath your feet!

You may think that I am excoriating in the title that I wrote or it is a metaphor of something else, but actually, this is the truth! This may be sound familiar for people who is living in very cold areas, while the temperature is below zero degrees centigrade during the day!

When I waked up this morning, I was surprised to see the sun out side my window, so I decided to spend what I can get from the rest of the day outside. However, I did not expect it to be that dam cold! You can still find white sheets covering the pale green glass and the street. It was not snowing, it was freezing!

On my way back, the small road was kind of dark.. And for the first time since weeks, I was able to see the sky so clear, with a long thin line of smoke which was cutting it into two halves. Yet, the real sky was underneath my feet. A very thin layer of frost was covering pedestrian path and begun to melt between the macadam. The street lights were unveiling the small drops of water on the ground and showing million of them dancing like stars on the dark pavement. The view was incredible and breathe taking!

I was not able to take my eyes off the road all the time, not only because I was amazed by the scene, but also I was afraid that I would fall down on the slipping ground and break my neck! Thank God, I made it safe to my home, with very special memory.

عندما يمسح وطنك من ذاكرة التاريخ

أعلم أني لن أضيف شيء لقضيتي و قضية أجيال متتعدة مرت منذ عقود على سلب أرضنا, بينما العالم يقف.. ليس فقط متفرجا .. بس ماسحا لأي أثر قد يدل على وجودنا في تلك الأرض المقدسة يوما

حديثي الآن "لا بيقدم و لا يأخر".. بل هو رؤيا متواضعة لشخصي الصغير أمام ما أرى من محاولات يومية لطمس هويتي الفلسطينية سواء على الصعيد العالمي أو الإسلامي أو حتى العربي الكسيح

أول مشكلة يمكن ان تعترض الفلسطيني في أرض لا تتكلم لغة الضاد ليس عدم معرفتهم بإسم بلدك، بل هو الخطأ السمعي لوقع كلمة

 Palestine

 و التي تتحول بقدرت قادر إلى 

Pakistan.

 يا سبحان الله ! طبعا اقعد سنة و انت تفهم في اللي قدامك انها مش باكستان (هذه المرحلة الأولى)، ثم تأتي المرحلة الثانية و هي تحديد ماهية هذا المكان و اين من التاريخ كان، و ما هو المعلم الرئيس فيه، و ثم أين يقع من عين الخارطة أو من أذيالها. و بالطبع إن عجزت كل المحاولات السابقة.. فلن يكون أمامك إلا ان تذكر المُحتَل ليتم التعريف 

و بالطبع.. فإن هذه الضريبة هو شر لابد و لا مفر منه! فقد مُسحت الأرض بما عليها من ذاكرة الكرة الأم! حتى من قد يتعاطف مع 

ما يسمى بالقضية بدافع الشفقة ربما أو لأي سبب كان.. فلا يجد مبرر لحزنك أو غضبك أو سخطك لذلك. و حتى و ان واتتك فرصة زيارة المتحف البريطاني و أحببت ان رؤية الجزء التاريخي من الشرق الأوسط فلا تندهش إن لم تجد فلسطين مذكورة بين أخواتها الدول، و

 استبدلت بإسرائيل كبديل شرعي للأرض عاليها و أسفلها و بالبشر

"و يعني ليش حامقة حالك و مدايقة؟ ما هي هذا هو الواقع! و لن يتغير شيئ!" كلام مثل هذا عندما يصدر عن أوروبي أو أمريكي أو برازيلي أو حتى صيني .. يمكنني أن أتفهم ردهم على الموضوع و طريقة التفكير. و لكن عندما يأتي من عرب و مسلمين.. هنا تأتي الطامة! أعلم أن لا عربي و لا مسلم قد يتحرك قيد أنملة إزاء القضية المنكوسة برمتها .. و لكن ألا أجد اي نبض يحس به، فإني أجد نفسي ألملم أشلاء ما تبقى من فلسطينيتي المغتصبة و أبتعد بها عن مرأى من لا بصيرة لهم و لا قلب

و هنا يستدرجني الكلام لتحفة فنية قد عانت المر لتبصر النور و يقرها القاصي و الداني. مسلسل الإجتياح الذي حاز على جائزة الإمي الشهر الماضي، و الذي يستحق و بكل جدارة على ان يكون مسلسل العام و العوام السابقة و التالية. ليس ذلك لحسن صياغة القصة (على الرغم من اني اجد انه قد تم شدها أكثر من اللازم و قد كان من المستحسن إختصارها لتفادي الملل), و لا للإبداع في التصوير و التمثيل و الإخراج، و لا حتى لروعة الموسيقى المستخدمة و التي تأسرني في كل مرة أسمهعا فيها، بل هو للتذكير.. للتذكير بقصة قد نسيت او تناساها الناس و هي ليست ببعيدة. قصة عشتها واقعا مع ملايين، و أخذت ألباب الناس لعدة الأشهر عبر شاشة التلفاز، قبل أن يبهت نورها كأي قصة معاناة شعب لفترة طويلة

يبدو ان هذه المسلسلة لم تلفت إنتباه إلا من عاش التجربة المريرة و من رحم ربي. و لم يتم عرضها إلا على فضائية واحدة, و إن كان على وشك أن يتم شراؤها من فضائية عملاقة بثمن بخس، و لكن صاحب المحطة قرر في أخر لحظة انه مش ضرورية! في مسلسلات بدر ربح أكثر! الآن طبعا بعد ان فاز المسلسل بالجائزة العالمية.. سيتهافت سفاسفة الناس و سفهائهم على شراء المسلسل بغية عرضه, طبعا في وقت لا يتعارض مع أي مسلسل تركي بلاش يغم فوق ما هم مغمومين من قصة الحب العصيبة التي يمر بها بطلي المسلسل ومعهم ملايين الملايين من المشاهدين العرب! بعد ما كانت جوليا بطرس تسأل "وين الملايين"، أظن معروف اين يمكن إيجادهم هذه الأيام

The magic of London....

“The train is reaching Waterloo station. You can change here for Waterloo southwest bank train station, Bakerloo line and Jubilee line”

“Please mind the gab between the train and the platform edge”

The voice was announcing the end of my trip.. I Stepped down the train and walked with confidence.. I do not know, but there is some kind of magic about these undergrounds.. Makes me feel like I am the leading actress of a movie or something like that! As soon as I reach the platform, I stand still; close my eyes and wait, to feel the train taking me with him while it is passing by me!

Walking.. and passing by hundred of people on my way.. Each one has his or her own story.. Imagine hundreds of stories passing by you each day.. Imagine that you are a kompars in each ones story! And you are the leading actor/actress of your own!

Step no. 28, 29, 30, … 35 .. and…  mayday! Mayday! The leading actress is falling down!

Oh! I just hate it when these things happen to me, especially in public! As if it is a pattern of my life to keep falling down on stairs.. in the bus.. on the street!

When all the confidence in the world does not support you in that moment while every thing is falling apart with you! When your selfsteem is dragged down below your hurting knees!

With some help of an unknown supporting actor, who made sure that I was ok, I was able to stand on my feet again. And start walking like an eighty years old lady!

Oh! What a marvelous way to end my day!

My day! My Sunday which was not sunny day at all! It was dam chili freezing day! I was almost going to regret the whole idea of leaving my small warm room till I reached Covent Garden, when another magical moment hit me there. It is not about Covent Garden it self.. it is about a wide big empty space, surrounded by lovely arcades of opera house.. a young man standing in the cold weather, holding his guitar and playing magical mixture of love and hate!

I could not help it, but to find a place to sit near by him.. Forgetting all about this cold cruel world and lose my self between his guitar cords for a while. The wet ground was reflecting him and every thing around, and I was just melting with the reflected lights on the ground. I closed my eyes and created my own world, a world without responsibilities, a world full of love and happiness. I was freezing from the out side, but there were a warm feeling overwhelming me from the inside.

I know that these moments would never last for ever, but they charge you with a big amount of power to stay, to act and to live as a human for a while. A year ago, I would spend few days feeling down because of that fall on my way back home. With all what I had in my life, I did not have any support which keeps me moving on in my life in such a high spirit! But every thing is changing now…

And yet! There is something magical in these underground I have to find it out!

 

 

غريبة تلات حبات .. مش بس حبتين!

يعني معقول كنت في الإمارات بني أدمة ميتة؟

مجردة من الأحاسيس و الكلام؟

يعني أذكر انه كان لي بعض البدايات الشعرية و الكتابات في مرحلة الدراسة .. لكن بمجرد رجوعي للإمارات و بداية حياتي العملية .. أمسيت قلما حف حبره

لسنين كنت اتمنى ان اخط سطرا واحدا .. و لم استطع

كم آلمني ذلك كثيرا

عندما تحس انك تفيض كلاما و لا يتسع صدرك ما يحويه من عبارات مليئة بفلسفة للواقع الذي أعيشه... أمل في الغد و قليل من الكلمات الشعرية المتناثرة هنا و هناك

احس نفسي أعود للحياة من جديد

الآن ... في بلاد الغربة و الإغتراب ... استطيع ان اعبر من جديد

هل الخطأ في انا ام في المحيط؟

لا أعلم!

The last thing....

this was a surprise for me! it was the last thing i would ever imagine to find in London! An eastern toilet! later on.. i knew that there is a Muslim community in this campus and this facility added specially for them! i was really embarrassed!

with all what happened in the world, there is still respect for the minority!

P.S. the picture on the side is a photograph I took for the toilet by my self! Imagine my surprise now! :D

"fly"another day!

Warning!:
This story is quite long and all its characters are real and still alive!

When you pick the phone and start telling your family and friends a story of yours, and they all have one answer for you:" you must be kidding!".. you should be aware that you either did the dumiest act, or something stupid happened to you or both!

When my cousin advised me to act dummy in some cases in order to solve a dummier action from other people, I am quite sure that she did not expect me to go that far!

after more than a month of living in a totally different atmosphere, suffering from either flu illness or home sickness, I thought that it was the time for me to use my schengen visa before it expire to get a vacation away from the crazy working days on school projects and have some fun with my cousin in Europe.
The last week was a very crazy and tense week for me. I had (or may be I should say "I choosed", since no one pulled a trigger to my head to force me) to change my whole project idea within 24 hours before the final critic day and make a miracle, some how, I managed to finish.

I booked my flight to be after the critic. I had four hours to take my things and rush to the airport, while I am not fully aware of the way to it. Trying to read the underground map and being so worried that I missed the station. It took me more than an hour to reach a train station, where I will take another train to the airport. I already bought a ticket to serve me all the day to the airport using all kind of transportation. When the ticket man (I do not know what his name in English is) came to check the passengers’ tickets, I gave him mine.

He looked at me and said: “where are you going”?

Me: “to the airport!”

Him: “this ticket is not working here”

Me: “but it should work! It is one day travel card”

Him: “In London! This is out of London”!

Me: “ha! Really?! I did not know that! So what should I do?”

Him: “you should get an extension to your ticket”

Me: “Ok! How much that would be?” (Expecting few pounds!)

Him: “12.5 pounds!”

Me: WHAT?!


I was like been hit with a hummer! And following the say in Arabic “إدفع بالتي هي احسن” I had to pay like a rabbit and praying that I will not miss the plane since I was running out of time.


As soon as the train reached the airport, I jumped out of the train and start running. There was only 40 minutes left for the plane to take off! I start looking to the check in desks and finally found it with a very long que waiting. (it seemed to be for all flights of this airline). I jumped off the que , cursed by many of the passengers and went to the man who was organizing the travelers’que and explained for him my situation. He allowed me to go and be the first to check in.

As soon as I reached the desk, I gave hostess my passport and ticket. She started to work on it and in a moment … I have been hitting with another hummer … bigger one this time!

Hostess: “you are not supposed to fly today”

Me: “excuse me! What do you mean?”

Hostess: “your flight is tomorrow not today”

Me: “what you are talking about? My reservation is for today!”

Hostess (showing me my print out online ticket) : “see the date! It is tomorrow not today!”


I was not been able to believe my eyes or believe that I cut all the way running and paying a lot of money for nothing!


How could I not been able to see the date on my ticket! Unfortunately, I was following my dreams and wishes instead of facts!


Normally, in decent airline sites, when you pick the date of your desired flight, they either show you the available flights and timings or they will apologies if there were no seats available and advice you search in any other day.


This cheap airline did not show any indication of no availability.. And I proceed with the reservation for the next day without notifying me, while I was following them blindly!


I had no time to change my flight again for the same day or even asking for refunds. I had to return back in very bad mood. I believe all people who saw me in the train on my way back thought that someone died in my family or so!


The next day, I was not in the mood to travel any more! I was not excited or giving a dame about it! This time I know my way to the airport. I did not care about any body to jump off the que again and being late again for my flight. And the funny thing that my flight has been delayed for around an hour! I really wondered why the flight was not delayed the day before?! I know! It is just my luck!

الرجاء عدم اللمس

الهوة بين حضارتي الغرب و العرب كبيرة جدا. و المشكلة ان المعلومات المتوفرة لديهم عنا مغلوطة. و الطامة الكبرى اننا لا نعلم و لا نسعى لتصحيحها بالشكل المناسب

من غير اللائق في عالمنا العربي و الإسلامي ان يلمس الرجل المرأة حتى لو كان ذلك بإسم الصداقة و الأخوية المزمعة! و ان حدث فليس من مشكلة .. يا اما بتبهدل الشب و بنتقل قيمته اذا ضل يتزانخ او بمجرد نظرة غضب ممكن يتراجع و يفهم انه تجاوز حدوده المرسومة من قبل البنت
لكن عندما تكون الفتاة في مجتمع غربي ما في مشكلة عندهم يحضنوا بعض في قارعة الطريق او يتبادل القبل في المترو .. هون بتصير صعبة انه الشباب الغربي يتفهم عدم تقبل الفتاة الشرقية ليده ان توضع على كتفها مثلا. كيف ممكن نوصل لهم افكار دينا و عادتنا و تقاليدنا بشكل صحيح؟ ما بدنا نفرهم منا و بنفس الوقت بدنا نعرفهم حدودهم .. هل من طريقة؟

Habits! talking to things as they are alive!

Imagine that you have a habit of talking and making comments to things surrounding you as if they are living things... what would be the reaction if they ,once, had the chance to speak?

Scenario:

Scene 1

Location: In a girly bed room, showing the room in two dimensional way (front face)

A girl enter the room from the side of the scene and start speaking to a tidy bear setting on one of the shelves (without hearing the voice of the girl while she is speaking ... just sound of a music) .. then ..

Girl: … so? What do you think?

Tidy Bear move its head form its static situation, looks at the girl, put its hands on its ears, jump of the shelf and start running away, while the girl is totally in shock!

Scene 2

Location: in the same bedroom.

- The girl fell down on the chair while a mug of tea on the desk beside her.

- a shot showing a close on the mug from top view and showing some smoke going out of it

- return back to the front view with focus on the girl location while she is taking the mug in her hand and has a sip and shout..

Girl: Oh! Shit! It is hot!

Mug: Of course it is hot! What did you think?

(showing the mug with an angry face)

Scene 3

Location: in bedroom of the girl while she is sleeping in her bed

Shot 1

- focus on the peaceful face of the girl while she is sleeping.

- a camera view from the eyes of the girl while they are opening with a blurry way .. And the blurriness disappears by the time to show many things surrounding her in her bed!

- a wide angel camera showing the girl with things while she is trying to speak..

Girl: Wha……..

Things: We are in need to speak to you! (Speaking all in one voice)

Shot 2

The girl setting on her chair, while there is a long queue showing on her left side and one thing speaking on her right side.

The girl is looking miserable while her hands are holding her head and she say: “Crap!”

The End

four centimeter of crap!

have you ever thought that you are about to leave your country, family, money, work and every thing in your life behind, to fly more than 5000 KM to a strange land just to make a small pieces of aluminium foil after the middle of the night?! Well... it turned to be something real!

Yesterday was the critic of my first project in my MA course... I am quite unhappy with what I did, honestly! I hate sometimes being moody when it comes to my work.. I just can not focus or start my design project unless I am 100% into it!
Although I had a very strong idea and powerful visuals to begin with.. but, simply, I could not start working till two days before the deadline! While other students were working and almost finishing their designs.. I was doing nothing but getting sick, feeling miserable, sleeping, eating, talking with friends and waking up at 5 am to write my blog!

The day before the deadline, I was not been able to keep my eyes open! I made a mug of turkish coffee to keep me awake, and as soon as i finished it, I found my self sleeping deeply in my bed! Seems it just works in opposite way with me!
So the best way is to have a company all the time in order not to fell asleep on my computer!
It works! But by the time I left my work and start helping my classmate (who had two jobs, working on his project and making sure that I am not getting back to sleep again)! Part of his project was to fill a plastic jar with broken CD pieces, cassettes and small pieces of aluminum foils which , each, has to reach a minimum height of four centimeters in this jar! So we spent more than two hours filling the jar with crap! Strangely, I found it more interesting than my computerized work!

As soon as it became 4 am, I collapsed! And my work was not even close to be done! So I slept for about 3 hours, and as soon as I waked up, evey thing was dancing around me and suddenly an idea hit me!
My project is about showing a song called “Nothing at all” in artistic, creative and graphical way. So what is the best way than showing nothing at all!?
Unfortunately, that does not work! My "nothing at all" turned to be a crap and the 4 cm of crap turned to be genius according to the tutor!

And now, I have less than 7 days to make my own extraordinarily and creative crap for the next project! Do you think I can do it this time?

25 ...

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.... نعم! 25 يوم من اللحظة التي وطأت فيها قدمي أرض مطار هيثرو الدولي! طبعا رجلي يومها نزلت زي البلدوزر من كثر الأوزان الحملاها! امشي دقيقتن و ارتاح عشرة! و هذا كله غير اللي محمل في الطيارة و زيادة الوزن اللي فاتحة عليها مناحة الى الآن! و كان ممكن تكون أكتر لولا وقفت حبيبتي ليونس جمبي و مساعدتها الي و جيتها عندي للمطار ما بنساها..

المهم ... هذول ال 25 يوم كووووووووم و مبارح كوم تاني يا خالتي رشا! (مين رشا .. مش عارفة) .. 25 يوم و انا عايشه حلم..
صحيح اني اتمنيت الطيارة تلف و ترجع على بيتنا .. و لا اشوف لندن و لا هم يحزنون .. لكن كل شي تغير من لحظة ما وصلت المطار.
طلعوا الناس اللي عايشين في بريطانيا بني أدمين زينا زيهم! في عندهم سيارات و شجر و شوارع و بيوت و محلات نفسها نفسها اللي في مول اوف ذا اميريتس و ابن بطبوطة! اكتشفت اني مخلوقة عشان اعيش في مكان هواه نظيف و شوارعه مرتبه بس ماشية بالمشقلب.. سبحان الله!
حسيت حالي زي سالي تبعت مسلسل الكرتون في لندن .. بس الحمد لله بدون انسة منشن .. زي القصص! شوارع هادية بالليل و لا زحمة دبي و الشارقة و الصناعية! ورق الشجر الأصفر و الأحمر و البرتقالي بنزل يهدّي على كتفي و انا بقطع الجسر اللي على مية النهر عشان اوصل جامعتي.
انبهرت بكل اللي شفته و اللي عم بشوفه كل لحظة... ما حنّيت و لا لحظة لبيتي و عيلتي و ناسي .. مش اني ما بحبهم .. بس حسيت اني ما بعدت عنهم! نفس الجسد عايش في مكانين مختلفين! ما شفتكم اليوم .. كلها يومين و بشوفكم مرة تانية!
الفلاش اللي بهرني .. شكله كان قوي جدا لدرجة غيبني عن الواقع لفترة .. لحد امبارح! ارتطمت بصخرة الواقع مع اول مرضة مرتبة الي بعيد عن أمي و عائلتي!
لا في ماما إداوي و لا تطبطب و لا تطبخ و لا تطمئن ليش تأخرت ... و لا في خوات ينطنطوا فوق راسي و يشاركوني خصوصياتي..
مافيش بيتنا الدافي المكنن (على الرغم من كل تخلف تصميمه) اللي طالعة منه ريحة طبيخ امي الزاكي! ما في صوت ابوي بقرأ القرأن و بقيم الليل و بحسسك بالأمان...
ما في وجود للملاك اللي ربنا زرعوا بينا من اكثر من ست شهور و جعل كل حياتنا تكون محور له .. عطشانه لصوت ضحكة ريمة و دلعها و حتى ريالتها و ريحتها...
اشتقت لصحابي .. شتقت لكل الجنون اللي كنا نعمله مع بعض ... اشتقت لسطولت اللندن ديري اللي كنا نخلصها سوا .. شتقت لطلعاتنا و قعداتنا و ضحكاتنا ...
مرضت.. و الغريب انه مرضتي ما كملت يومين! مرضت عشان اتذكر اللي فاتني و انتبه من اللي جاييني ...
مرضت و دوائي عندكم يا أحبائي ... فلا تنسوني من الدعاء و السؤال عني ..
عشان لو ما شألتش عنكم معناته انه مافيش رصيد! مش تحسبوا اني نسيتكم!

... الله لا يحرمني منكم و يشوفني وجوهم على خير و هداة بال ...

على الوجع

يعني جد على الوجع!

لازم بس يجو يرجعولك مصريك ينشفو ريق سيد سيدك في تربته و يحملوك 60 الف جميله انهم عم بطلعوا مصاري من جيبتهم و هي من حقك .. و المواطن او الغير المواطن المعتّر بحسْبوه بنك النقد الدولي! معاه سيولة معَبيه بشوالات و مخبيهم تحت السرير جاهزين عشان تدفع باللتي هي احسن في التو و اللحظة!

و عجبي على دنيا اخر زمن!

Love so alike

There she who bore you brought you forth.

Set me as a seal upon your heart,

As a seal upon your arm;

For love is as strong as death,

"My face in thine eyes, thine in mine appears,

And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;

Where can we find two better hemispheres,

Without sharp north, without declining west?

Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or thou and I.

Love so alike, that none can slacken, none can die."

This is a poem that i heard first time in Tristan & Isolde movie...

The whole movie at all and this poem in spacific have a really warm effect on me...

the funny thing is... although i find very nice but i am not able to believe that this kind of love is still to be true any more in our lives!

جرس انذار

لما الواحد يعيش لحاله في الغربة.. جزء من الخبرة اللي بكتسبها عبارة عن حوادث طريفة او احيانا مش طريفة

اللي صار معاي هذاك اليوم ما كنت حاسبة حسابه! .. انا عايشة في سكن طلاب حاليا و اللي بتتكون من شقق فيها طلاب بتشاركوا في المطبخ.

اللي صار اني كنت قاعدة في غرفتي و الا بجرس الحريق برن! انا ما كان الي زمان مستعمله المطبخ و خفت اني اكون تركت شي فيه

من اللخمة .. ركضت على المطبخ اتأكد.. المهم ما طلع السبب مني .. بس عبين ما صحيت على اللي صار و اجيت ارجع على غرفتي .. طلع اني نسيت اخذ مفاتيح الغرفة معاي ( واللي متى ما سكرت ما بتنفتح من برة الا بمفتاح) بالإضافة الى اني كنت ناسية البس شي في رجلي و الأفظع اني كنت ناسية البس حجابي من اللخمة! نيالي

المشكلة اني لازم اطلع امشي برة في البرد عشان اوصل الرسبشن و اطلب منهم يروحوا يفتحولي الغرفة .. و غير هيك انه الشقة اللي غرفتي فيها بتشارك فيها مع اتنين شباب و صبية (و يومها للأسف الصبية ما كانت موجودة) فإضطريت اطلب مساعدة الشباب اللي تعرفوا علي من جديد بس بدون حجاب .. و كان اول تعليق بس شافوني : "بدك نجبلك شي تغطي فيه راسك؟"

واحد منهم اعطاني شبشب و جكيت بطاقية من عنده عشان انزل فيهم على الريسبشن

و التاني ضله يضحك على المقلب اللي صار فيي

المهم .. هينا تعلمنا

Embarrassing but funny

this conversation happened in front of me between a guy and a girl while i was waiting for the bus ride ...

Guy: You just do not speak like Spanish people

Girl: That's because i am from Mexico not from Spain. We do have different accent.

Guy: so, your family live in Spain?

Girl: No! They live in Mexico.

Guy: so you must learned Spanish language.

Girl: mmmmm ... Actually, Spanish is my mother language.

Guy: so I think your mother must be Spanish!

Girl (had a funny look) : mmmmm , well, my family is originally from Spain, but this was long time ago!

Guy: OK!

it is really bad not to have information about other cultures! not to know these basic things are really emparicing some time! but i found this really ammusing :D

edit: i met the same guy two weeks later and he turned to be from Cyprus and do not even know what is Palestine which shares the sea with his country!