Entertainment Last Weekend!

Alert: I’m in one of my undefined moods!


Flight Absurdity

Hiba, Shahd and I went on Wednesday and saw the movie we have been waiting for: Flight Plan (Jodie Foster, Peter Sarsgaard).

I’m not sure if my luck with movies is just getting worse, or they are just doing worse and worse movies all the time!

The movie started with a fight with the people sitting behind us. Not getting Hiba’s and Shahd’s shhhhhhs nor my clap and shut up kids shout, the group behind us continued to talk during the first few minutes of the movie. We really were not missing much action, but the group was annoying. So Hiba and I turned around to face them and started a nice little cat fight. I am pleased to say that it ended with them quiet for the rest of the movie!

Alert: Spoiler Content

The plane was Huge! I mean it’s so huge that’s simply unbelievable! Huge windows, huge hiding spaces, huge unclassified compartments (it looked as if it’s a building with mazes in the roof and basement!!) and yet small toilets and small aisles!
Of course we all knew that Foster had her kid with her, even when she thought she is losing her mind. Foster is an A class actress. It’s sad that the movie as a whole was not.
The only surprise in the movie was that the Air Marshal was the bad guy. But then I knew the focus on the Arab travelers was a red herring!!
The end was a disappointment. Foster blew the airplane up, while she was in it (she hid in a place that would protect her!! which of course leads to the obvious question, why don’t they build the whole plane from the same material as that compartment?!!). Then like all heroes in action movies, she walked out of the plane debris carrying her daughter, without a scratch on either of them! I mean pullllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!!!!

My verdict: wait till it’s on TV to see it!


Private Lives

On Monday I went and bought the tickets for Noel Coward’s Private Lives, the play my gals and I decided to go to the weekend before. The only tickets available for Thursday were on the back balcony. I would never pay the same price for those seats! So I asked for other seats, I sweet-talked, cajoled, begged and showed my money which enticed the attendant to call some people who booked months ago. And the second call was a cancellation for 4 seats in row F! Puuuurfect!

Ghizlan got stuck at work and couldn’t come. She really didn’t miss much.
Dania, Maya and I laughed more at our own private lives in the intervals than at the play!
The audience, to our dismay, was mainly “senior citizens”. The only good looking guy of suitable age that came, and which Maya couldn’t stop drooling on, was accompanied by three model-like blondes! Anyway we did NOT go there to look at men!!
We went to watch a play because we are cultured people!! Right!!

Well the play was not really bad. It was just inane. It was acted by the UK Touring Theater and they were good. Of course the set, compared to the last play I went to, was of a superior class. The romantic comedy was just not what I needed that night.
One: I was not in the mood for a comedy. In a depressed mood, I needed tragedy!!
Two: I was not in the mood for a romantic play. When the romance level is sub zero, you don’t need a reminder of the If’s and Could be’s.

Any way, going out with the girls was still fun. Maya again was nuts! Admittedly not during the play but this woman is wild!


Friday and Saturday

I couldn’t sleep during the weekend. Let me define I couldn’t sleep: I slept about 4 hours each day!
For some unknown reason my eyes open up at 4:30 am and just refuse to close. I begged my eyes to close, my mind to shut off, and my body to relax but with no use.
This might explain the mood I am in today.

And maybe it doesn't!

A Day at an M&A Conference

The company I work for sponsored a conference on M&A, and two speakers at it came from the management. In my position, I had to coordinate that everything will go smoothly, and that is everything is ready from banners and handouts, to the presentations.

Since it’s the first major conference I was involved in organizing, as the day came closer, sleep fled further. By Sunday I was stressed, exhausted and sleepless.

The beginning:
Monday morning came, and I was up by 5 am ready for the big day. Of course I had to look good, so I put my highest heels on. I knew I was going to regret it. And I did!
I reached the venue and started erecting the rollups and banners. I learned, the hard way, that being a female in Abaya and Sheila and high heels would not get me help from anyone, even though I asked!

The Models:
As advised by the PR agency, we had two Promotional Girls. These are two models who are supposed to usher the crowds into the conference and out in time.
The first girl, a Hungarian, was sickeningly beautiful. She was quiet as she didn’t speak much of English, and reminded me of a typical cold window model.
The second girl, a Syrian, was nauseatingly snooty. She turned out to be the model of a Fair & Lovely tv commercial. You could imagine my shock when she mentioned Fair & Lovely and thought it was the commercial I wrote about previously. It wasn’t. She redeemed herself when she attacked the product and the company. She is also the model appearing in Kiri cheese, the Jar commercial. She thought that she was famous. My mean streak came rushing to the surface. I asked her if ads and commercials is what she aims to do all of her life or does she want to be an actress or a presenter. I changed my mind about her after she responded that she doesn’t have the talent to act or to present and she hates the air headed presenters and wouldn’t be one of them. Apparently she wants to study Media before going into TV. Good for her!

The Shoes:
I solemnly swear I will not wear my nicest shoes which happen to be the highest heels to a conference again.
Even if Prince I don’t know who will be there!!
Soaking my feet for half an hour last night didn’t ease the pain. I had to come to work today in sneakers!!! And it’s not even Thursday!

The Rollups:
If I see another roll up I might just throw up!
I better get ready to do so tomorrow as we have a corporate photo shoot and the roll ups will be there! URGH!


The French Guy!
Tired, pissed off cause no man would help me with the rollups, and in pain, I walked down and waited for my car at the reception. A guy with a big smile walks up to me. Of course I totally ignored him. (Hiba this guy was close to Shrek than to Walker but he was RED not green!). He comes up to me and says “Cadeau?” I look bewildered! He points at the corporate brochures in my hand and repeats “Cadeau?”. Maybe I should have given him one, but I felt very possessive of those brochures and stupidly said: “No, we had a conference upstairs”. He replies “Why Company?”. I said: “Do you mean which company?” and I told him the name. He goes oh I don’t speak English, only French. I go oh well I could only say Bon Jour! He then asks me if I’m Emarati.
When someone asks me this question, I usually answer no I’m from Hadramout. I knew the red frog wouldn’t know it so I said no I’m Yemeni.
He goes Oh Yemeni! Beautiful Yemeni! Beeeeauuuuutiful Yemeni!
I knew that the men who didn’t help me with the roll ups, wouldn’t budge to get this guy out of my face, so I quickly walked out of the hotel and prayed that the car would come then.
My prayers were answered!

I wonder why a drunken French will flirt with me, while a good looking Arab in Saudi gear wouldn’t even look at me!
I mean really…what a life!
It’s as painful as the shoes!

Into The Perfect Match

Maya, Ghizlan and I walked into the movie theater Thursday night to find it filled with teens! And some of these creatures were in our assigned seats too. Bad start!
After the usher moved them off, we settled down each nestled with her nachos or popcorn ready to enjoy the movie and waiting for the ever late Dania to join.

Dania made it just as “Into The Blue” (Paul Walker & Jessica Alba) started. Talk about great timing. But she did miss the new movies trailors and our loud pre-movie conversation.

The first twenty minutes of the movie were spent with envious remarks on Alba’s body flying amongst us and with promises of strict diets starting soon after the movie is finished or next day!
I reminded the girls that dieting would be wasted, as none of us has a Walker look alike in our lives. Nor are we ever likely to have him as a far acquaintance.
Come to think of it, we want even get a look alike of Scott Caan!! Groans emitted!!


The movie reminded me of a long Bounty ad. It was an “ok” movie. Not much of a plot, or acting, but plenty of beautiful scenes and bodies.
When we left the theater my legs were aching. I guess as I have a phobia of the seas (I believe I will die drowning in a sea or ocean, and this apparently was the same phobia that my great grandfather had and he drowned in the Indian Ocean!!) I was subconsciously tense during the whole movie. The tension eased as we walked to Paul’s for a late snack (yes the diet resolution was forgotten already).


Put any single women together around a table and they will end up talking about the perfect match. Of course I wrote about the perfect mate previously but this is different. A bit!


Though Dania, Ghizlan, Maya and I have similar interests we are different in many things. We come from different backgrounds, and we lead different lives, yet when it came to describing the perfect man, we agreed on most of the necessary characters.

If we made the perfect man he would have the following:

1. Looks: He would be pleasant to look at. This means something in between Shrek and Walker, closer to Walker hopefully but we could overlook this if all other criteria matched! Hair on head and face not body!
2. Body: Simple: Taller! Could be overweight but not fat!
3. Education: It’s a must for successful careers and he has to be successful! He is well read and could talk about many issues and topics and actually makes sense when talking!
4. Personality: In short: A Gentleman! In more words: He has to have a strong character which forces respect but yet is not domineering. He has to be chivalrous who will bring femininity out of us. He has to be mature and responsible. He has to be charismatic and has a sense of humor and not 7th grade humor. He has to share the same interests we have, or at least understands why we have these interests. He has to be a friend!
5. Money wise: Generous! We expect him to pay for everything even when we invite! Though we would pay sometime, we still want him to make an issue about us paying and not him. This is an integral part of the gentleman we seek.
6. Love wise: Though the man has to be romantic all through the relationship and for however long it would last, it is especially important when courting us. A message sent while he is in a meeting just to say he is thinking of us is a small example of a romantic gesture that will give him a great bonus. Flowers, boxes of chocolates, more flowers, pieces of jewelry, again more flowers and endearing one liners by email, sms or real notes are all expected throughout this very important phase. Spoil us and you will win us!

The list is really short and not demanding, so how come we are all still single? It just tells you how sad this world has become if no men matching the above exists!
URGH!


A tip for any man courting a woman he really likes and doesn’t know how to charm her: get in touch with her girlfriends and ask them what makes her tick and what makes her sick!
A tip for anyone woman who wants the man in her life to know how to win her heart: introduce him to your gals and plainly ask them to tell him exactly what you want! If he doesn’t get it after that, he doesn’t deserve you!



The evening ended peacefully with promises to go next Thursday and watch together a play called “Private Lives”. I’m sure we will end up talking about the same topic again. I promise I will not post about it next week too. Except if I get requests ;)

If You Are Happy and You Know It!

Bon Jour!
Good Morning!
Sabah El Ful!

Yeah!
I’m in a good mood!

Why?
Not sure!

But lets see…
It can’t be because I missed seeing Richard Branson yesterday and didn’t get to meet him. I can’t believe that he is in Dubai, holding press conferences, opening stores and speaking in summits and I got stuck at work. Well I didn’t get stuck at work. I actually chose not to go cause I’m a committed employee!!! Someone please hit me on my head!!!!!

It can’t be because Bahrain lost its final game and is not going to the World Cup. They were so close and this Bahraini team will never have another chance! They actually play better than the Saudi team who is playing in Germany next year!

It also can’t be because I was happy to wake up this morning. Nope, I definitely was not happy, at all!! Any pastry chef would be jealous of the puffiness under my eyes!


So what is it that put me in a good mood?

The thought that I would be meeting a group of my girlfriends tonight? Hmmm maybe, but it’s not a new thought.

The 110011 number on my car’s mileage meter or whatever it’s called?
Well I did like it but it didn’t last long!!

Is it because of the weather?
Yes, I say it could be. There is a nice breeze and some clouds. It will not rain though.
Yes, it must be the air that is loaded with cool ions.
Ahhhhhhh!


Hope it lasts!

Not the weather!
But the mood!!

When Your Best Is More Than 100%

I got a funny yet enlightening forward today from my French colleague Manil.

I liked it because it explained to me why, though I am a very hard worker (I’m working minimum 11 hours a day!), my boss still doesn’t think I give 100%.

This is a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this:

What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%?

What makes up 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:

If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

and

K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

But,

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

And,

B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T
2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%

AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.

A-S-S- K-I-S-S-I-N-G
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%

So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top

Doesn't this explain why the lazy coworkers but avid ass kissers move up the ladder quickly?

The Assassination of a Language

Once upon time… an Arabic Hashemite prince stood up to say a speech in Arabic…
The Arabic prince didn’t know how to read Arabic…he spoke with a broken accent.
The Hashemite prince didn’t know how to pronounce the Quraanic phrases that was sent to the Hashemite prophet (peace be upon him).

It was a disaster!

It was shameful!

He assassinated the language….

And this was the story!

اغتيال لغة

وقف فوق المنصة
ابتسم لضيوف الشرف
للشعوب خلف الكاميرات
للجمع الغفير
أشر لهم....ليسكت أو يشعل هتافهم..."يحيا الأمير"
بأنامل رقيقة
أشك لدقيقة
أن تكون لامست خشونة الحصير
أخرج الخطاب من جيبه
والبسمة لم تفارق ثغره
بهدوء....مصطنع
فرد الخطاب وحل طياته
عدل ربطة عنقه
تنحنح.....وبعد البسملة
وتحية مرتبكة للحضور
سار باللغة إلى المقصلة
بعد أن عذبها وعذب مستمعي السطور!
________________

صرخت اللغة!!
وحشرجة الموت تغطي صوتها
"كرمني رب الكون
حين جعلني لسانَ كتابِ دينِ الأمي الهاشمي
واليوم يغتالني....أمام الملأ.....
الأمير الهاشمي!
يا أمة الضاد....أ أمتي....
من يغيرني....من ينقذني من أهلي
ينجدني من وأدي....من قراءة (الحَـكم)
من ينجد آيات القرآن من التحوير! "
________________

هب الأدباء لنجدة اللغة
فتصارعوا بينهم.....الكل يريد تقبيلها....قبلة الحياة
بعد أن يتم الدفع مقدما
كأسهمٍ في (وول ستريت)
أو أرصدة في جنيف
أو....أو....
واللغة مع الموت في صراع مرير!
___________________

ماتت اللغة.
وسار القاتل في ركب جنازتها
ومن خلفه....سار أهلها
سار من تركها تحتضر
ومن خلفهم.....سارت شعوب
تعرف من العربية "بون جور" و"مرسي كتير"!

C’mon lets Samba!

Brazil Team in the UAE!! WOW!!

Brazil Vs UAE! Ohoh!


I have to admit that I knew that Brazil in the UAE to play a friendly game with the national team means only one thing: UAE must have paid lots of money to get the Samba players here. LOTS and LOTS of money!


I also have to admit that I knew the result will be fixed. At least I knew that UAE must have paid the LOTS and LOTS of money after they made the Brazilians promise not to score more than 4 goals and not to score before the first 15 minutes.
And to add, I also knew that I would only watch the first half and then say what a stupid game and go to sleep.


The local fans knew that the game is about seeing the Brazilian team in their land, exchanging the t-shirts, and saying hey we played BRAZIL! That's why there were more Brazilian fans than Local fans in the stadium!! Of course another reason why there were more yellow flags than white ones is that who is stupid to cheer for a losing team?!


I watched the game because I always cheered for the Brazilian national team. I actually know more Brazilian players than the local ones (what ones…it’s only one Local player that I know by name and face, and another by face as he is the ugliest player I have ever seen!!!)


However, after the first goal (at minute 20), I was thinking, hey the UAE boys are doing well. I even jumped of joy when the ugliest player put a nice ball in the Brazilian net. And then sat in dismay when it was not counted.


The first half of the game was great, with only one Brazilian goal and few very good attempts from the national UAE team. So I decided to stay for the second half. This was not going to be a repeat of KSA vs Germany in the world cup (0-8!).


Which was not a great idea.


The second half started with Roberto Carlos off the field and on the sides. He was followed by Ronaldinho, Adriano and Cafu and new Brazilian blood has poured into the field... and pour it was!!!

After losing one man (stupid guy, don't know his name, and not interested to know it, got his second yellow in 30 mins), suddenly the local net was shaken by a goal then a goal then a goal then a goal then a goal then a goal then a goal.
Yes…seven goals in the second half all in the UAE nets.


And the result.... 8:0!


Do I still think the game was fixed?


Oh Yes!!!
It really could have been worse!!!

Boom…you are dead!

When I heard about the bombings that happened in Jordan on Wednesday, my first thought was Gosh, We are Next!!


Anger followed. How could anyone do such a terrible thing? Nothing justifies these bombings. NOT ONE THING!
How can anyone claim to be a Muslim and kill innocent Muslims?
How can they think they are serving the message of Islam by killing their own people and in their own countries?
These people are turning jihad to be killing just for the sake of killing! When will they understand jihad is superior and that with their acts they sabotage the rightful jihad of the Palestinians in the occupied territories and the Iraqis in the US occupied Iraq?!


What did they achieve from the death of the wedding goers, of the fathers of the groom and bride, and of the other family members who were there to celebrate the new beginnings?
What did they achieve from killing the movie director Akkad, one of the few directors who tried to demonstrate to the western world the true message of Islam, and his daughter?
What did they achieve from killing Musaab, my friend’s ex fiancé who happened to be meeting friends visiting Amman to attend a wedding the following day?


What did they achieve but the disdain of all other human beings?!!








The bombings in Amman made me wonder if I’m ready to die young and unexpectedly, and worse of all, to be killed by a fellow Muslim who thinks that my blood is cheap to be spilled into between the cracks of a destroyed building!!

An Incomplete Delight

For lack of other options, Hiba and I went and saw An Unfinished Life (Robert Redford, Jennifer Lopez, Morgan Freeman).

I can’t even be bothered to blog about how lame the movie was (though it was better than the movie I saw over Eid with the kids, something about a monkey spy and which drove me to tears from the first five minutes!!!).

Hiba called this one Heidi!

I say it was even worse! Heidi was deeper!

Morgan’s makeup (he was attacked by a bear and his face and body is marked) was amateurish (even the Arabic movies have better artists!); Lopez’s dramatic performance was tragic (as in sad to watch!!!); and the granddaughter (whatever her name is) was a sour face to look at.

The only thing that was worth watching in this movie was the amazing figure of the ancient Redford! (Oh yes I feel sad for myself too!!)

Leonardo and Priory of Sion

At the beginning of this year, Christine and I were in a bookstore trying to find something interesting to read. It was then when I first heard of “The Da Vinci Code”. Christine told me about this very famous novel, which of course I have not heard of before. She told me it was about the Holy Grail legend and the role of Mary Magdalene in the history of Christianity. Since I didn’t know what she meant by the Holy Grail nor who Magdalene was, I thought then, a controversial Christian story does not appeal to me.

Until Aminah got a copy from it from a colleague, read it and recommended it to me!

The Da Vinci Code, written by Dan Brown, turned to be a combination of my preferred literature genres: Detective, Thriller and Conspiracy theory. Though the book alleges that the Catholic Church is involved in a conspiracy to cover up the real story of Jesus, the main conflict in the novel revolves around the solution to two mysteries: 1) What secret was the curator Jacques Saunière of the Louvre Museum in Paris protecting that led to his murder? and 2) who is the mastermind behind his murder?

Even though I figured out who is the mastermind behind the murders early on in the novel, I was intrigued and captivated by different parts of it, like:

• the anagrams explained throughout the book, and also trying to solve the series of the brain-teasers.
• the details of the mysterious society, the Priory of Sion, and religious rituals of Opus Dei.
• the interpretation of Leonardo da Vinci paintings, such as the Mona Lisa (I personally dislike this painting as an old relative used to say I looked like the lady in it and since I thought she is ugly, I never accepted the repeated comment as a compliment!), the Last Supper, and Vitruvian Man.
  

I liked the book, and couldn’t put it down. I recommend it highly, though beware, if you are looking for excellent literature, the book isn’t for you. I consider Brown’s English easy and simple. Compared to Dean Knootz (whom I love his writing ability, though not always his storylines), Dan Brown is simply a good storyteller but not a writer!

Anyone wants to borrow it from me? While I read my new Knootz book :D

The Scattered Alphabets

I dug up the first part of another Arabic prose series (translates to “Scattered Alphabets”) which is another series I was known for, AGES AGO, in the online Arabic community.

One day I will get bored of all the digging I do.....but not Yet!

ح....ر....و....ف....***....م....ت....ف....ر....ق....ة

(أ)
(أمي)
لم أكتب من قبل لكِ
أو أكتب عنكِ
لأنني.....وببساطة متناهية
لا أعرف كيف أمط كلمة "أحبكِ"
لتعبر عن كل إحساس من أحاسيسي نحوكِ

(ب)
(بدعة)
كان حبي لك بدعة....
اختلقتها النساء.....عاشقاتك
وتبعتها.....علني أنجح في أن تذكرني قصائدك
أن أكون إحدى ملهماتك
لكني عدت إلى النهج الصحيح....
قبل أن أُرمى في سلة مهملاتك


(ت)
(تصحيح)
ليس صحيحا إنني ما عدت أحبك
وإنني قد نسيت حبنا
لأنني لم أحبك من قبل قط
ولم يكن هناك حب....بيننا!!!


(ث)
(ثأر)
اعترفت عيونك.....بجنونك
نطقت غيرتك.....بعشقك
وثملتَ حتى ترنحتَ....بحبي
الآن....أتى دوري لأقول لك
ما قلته أنت لمئات من قبلي
آسفة....لا أحبك
كنت أتسلى فقط....
فاغرب عن وجهي!!!!


(ج)
(جمعة)
أقفلنا اليوم....
لا كرامة....تباع....
لا شجاعة تشترى....
وعندنا نحن العرب
الأسبوع كله.....جمع!!!


(ح)
(حوار)
في السياسة العربية
خلق الحوار....لتنفيذ أوامر
المتحدث من الطرف الآخر

في السياسة العربية
حذف التعبير "حوار"
إذا كان الطرفين يتحدثان بلغة واحدة
وقلبت طاولته....إلى أطول مائدة
السم فيها المادة الأساسية!!


(خ)
(خيار)
أنا......
بعطفي....بحبي...
بدفء حضني....
أو....

هي!!!


(د)
(دمية)
جميلة أنت
بل ملكة الجمال
مميزة أنت
بالحسن والدلال
لكني تعبت
من تحريكك بالحبال
ومللت
من تلقينك الأقوال

(ذ)
(ذوق)
رأيتك....أعجبت بك
حدثتك....أعجبت بك
طعمتك....أعجبت بك
وكأن الله قد خلقك.....فصلك....
على ذوقي!


(ر)
(رجل)
أعلم أنك رجل
فلا داعي لترديدها على مسامعي دوما
إلا إن كنت غير متأكد من جنسك!!!


(ز)
(زي رسمي)
في بلادنا
تولد لترتدي الزي الرسمي
رداء أبيض طويل الأكمام
تربط كفراشة خلف ظهرك
وإذا كنت من ذوي الشأن
تحصل على لجام مجاني للسانك!


(س)
(سكر)
أحلم مرات كثيرة
أن تذوبي بي.....
فأنا كوب شاي سيلاني
وأنتِ قطعة سكر....


(ش)
(شمع)
في متحف مدام توسسو
رأيت رؤسائنا
لم أكن أدري
أنهم في إجازة أيضاً!!


(ص)
(صناعة محلية)
لأحبك....وبك أختال
يجب أن تكون مختوما "صنع في بلاد العرب"
أن تكون جميع أعضائك أصلية
فلا يعجبني....غير الصناعات الوطنية.....من الرجال!!!!


(ض)
(ضمير)
علمتني مدرسة القواعد أن الضمير غائب
منذ أكثر من خمس عقود
وحين راجعت النحويين
أجابوني أنه قد هاجر إلى الأبد
أنه خرج......ولم يعد
ولا ينوي أن يعود!!!


(ط)
(طماطم)
قرأت أن الطماطم تنمو
بسرعة أكبر حين تكلمها
فحملت مذياعي إلى حقلي
مستعد لأمتّعها
وما أن بدأت نشرة الأخبار
حتى جذبت الجذور
أوراقها وثمارها
غاصت تحت التراب...مدفنها
خافت الطماطمُ أن تخرج
من أرض بلادي
بعد ما سمعت....مصائبها!!!


(ظ)
(ظمأ)
اروني بكلماتك
اسقني بقصائدك
فإني عطشى لعبارات الحب!


(ع)
(عمر)
أحببتك....
منذ كنت طفلة
ولا زلت أحبك
أقيس الرجال بك
وما أصعب أن أجد
في هذا الزمن مثلك
ليت ربي يجمعني
في جنة الخلد معك
ليتك تكون لي
وأكون دون غيري لك!


(غ)
(غابة)
في الغابة
الأسد ملك يأكل ويأمر فقط
واللبوة....تقوم بالباقي كله
في البيت
يتكرر السيناريو
فأين حقوق طبعه؟!!!!!


(ف)
(فراغ)
قررت أن أقتل الفراغ
فمسكت القلم
وكتبت عن حال أمتي
عن ما بي من ألم
حتى وصلت الورقة
إلي يد الجلاد
قتلني الفراغ....قبل أن أقتله!!


(ق)
(قدر)
هو القدر
جمعنا....
ربطنا....
فرقنا....
فله كل شكري
لأنه منك خلصني


(ك)
(كفن)
انتهت قصتنا
لن أبكيها....أو أبكيك
آخر دموعي...
آخر آلامي....
كفنتها...أرسلتها
في آخر رسائلي إليك


(ل)
(ليل)
لم يبق في أنحاء الليل
ظلام يكبتني
فإقميرار وجهك
أضاء كل الأرهاء


(م)
(مهنة)
تركت عملي.....
وأشغالي.....
كتاباتي....
وأقلامي
لأتفرغ.....
لمهنة الأربع وعشرين ساعة....
لحبك!

(ن)
(نحن)
نحن.....
ضمير يعنى به الاثنان أو أكثر.....
مثلنا
أنا وأنت وهي
لذا قررت أن أتركك لها
ولأعود لوحدة "أنا"


(ه)
(هجرة)
أدور العالم كله
على ورقتي البيضاء
أفعل ما أشاء
أهاجر....أعود....فأهاجر
دون أن أكون مضطرة
للهجرة....
دون أن يكون في الغربة شقاء!


(و)
(وقت)
لكل شيء وقت
للسحابة وقت لتمطر
وللغضب وقت ليظهر
للبركان وقت ليثور
والهجرة لها وقت عند الطيور
لكن لم يحن الوقت بعد
لأملك قلبك وبه أظفر!


(ي)
(يهود)
بالأمس
كان أعدائنا اليهود
واليوم
أصبحنا أعداء
عرب العهود

Back from Eid!

Eid came and gone. Happy Eid to all! (as in whoever bothers to read!)

Best part about this Eid is that it came at the beginning of the month so I was rich to spend!
And now I’m broke. Nothing new in that of course!

Eid is gone, I’m back at work and I’m ill.
I have a cold. I hate colds. They are such nuisances.
I got the cold from going to Emirates Mall. They are keeping the temperature so low in that mall for their indoor snow park and ski slopes that is sickening!



I’m going to a Gala dinner tomorrow. A media company is hosting it. As the invitation was for two people, I had to beg my sister Aminah to come. She turned me down!
So I started looking for “a date” among my girlfriends. (How Sad!!!)
Luckily I have a couple of cool friends!
Ghizlan agreed to go with me.
After arranging when and how we will go, we couldn’t decipher the dress code. The dress code is “Inno sport chic or Formal”. What does that mean?
I might understand sport chic…but what’s inno??
I don’t have a problem with dress codes usually. You can’t go wrong with the traditional local dress. So Abaya and Sheila it is for me!
I’ve told Ghizlan to go formal and forget about the inno sport chic!

I swear some people just like to make our lives hard!!



Anyway…. Eid in 2000 and Eid in 2005…still has the same pain:

أيا عيد

أيا عيد
جئتني مهرولا
تأمرني أن ألقي
همي جانبا
أن أمسح دمعي
وأرسم البسمة
على وجهي

أيا عيد
كيف أتجاهل
سقمي..
كيف أخفي
أسى الدهر
وغمي...
لست طفلة بريئة
يلهيها ثوب العيد
عن آهاتها
عن جرح في السويداء
يدمي

أيا عيد
كيف أصطنع الفرح
وأطفالي في العراق
جياع...مرضى
يموتون...
وأخوتي من الكوت
في الأسر...
متى يعودون
وأهلي في الشيشان
يذبحون.....
يبادون....
وفي الجزائر ينحرون
والجرح الأبدي...فلسطين
والجنوب...والجولان
وفي آسيا القصوى
المسلمون يقتلون...

أيا عيد
كيف ألقاك
وحزني عميقٌ
وضميري عاتبٌ
وقلبي شهيدٌ
وروحي مليئةٌ
بالأشواك

أيا عيد
دعني لهمي
ولا تعد
حتى ينتصر الحق
ويعرف طريق وطني!