التين و الزيتون

I have this friend and I promised her that I will not mention who she is (Hint: she is Ra-1). This friend of mine has Food Phobia, but only from the sweet, gentle, and harmless food. She gets terrified when seeing something green in her plate. All of her orders are deducted ones. Once I was eating a Fig, and when she saw it in my hand her face features started to change, well to be honest I started to play wicked with her and torn it in half slowly showing her its violet seeds. "How could you eat this thing?" she said, "Like this" putting it in my mouth and chewing it. I usually have for Dinner what my family had for lunch. When I arrived home yesterday and had my dinner, my mom was out, she called to ask me if I had my dinner or not, well she does that all the time but the strange thing was when I told her yes she said "Was it good? did you like it?". "Yes, why? did you cook it?" I said. "No, I just want to know if you liked it". To be honest I didn’t care, to me it was food that I have to eat at that time but I told her “yes I did”. When she arrived she told me that the cook added sugar instead of salt in it and that they all didn’t eat it. (No comments on that please) Boodi is the strangest kid according to Ra-1’s Ops I mean my friend’s food taste. Boodi must have his green salad dish at 5:00 pm and adds to it Olive oil. He likes eating vegetables and fruits.

I'm not there

Since leaving my planet years ago, I have been thinking of how to acclimate in this planet called Earth. My lungs wasn’t well functioned to the lack of pure air in this planet, I had to seek for it under water from time to time to balance the Oxygen in my body.

Winter is coming soon; it would be too cold to swim during it. Instead I went back to my planet, it has been long since I last came here, my house is dusty and needs to be cleaned and tidied again.

I may not go there again. You can always find me here.

Snow

I have this odd drift of dividing my books to atmospheres and seasons. I would divide them to winter, summer, beach house, waiting and before bed books. I do that to match each book to the mood I think I would be in at that place or time. Some books for example are so full of emotions that would be beautiful to read in the early morning hours at the beach house, and some are easy to understand without complete concentration that would be good to read while waiting. A book that I have got weeks ago is a January book, at the beach house, in a weekend, at 5:00 am, covered with a wool blanket, drinking hot mocha and choosing a character to be me. Although I don’t like winter, I really can’t wait to start reading this book.

Perfection

A Person is a vintage of many elements as religion, culture, family, tradition, school, wealth and many others. Those factors made each one of us different than the other in many ways. The definition of perfection or the term of a perfect person differs from one to another. So I will write what I believe is a perfect person. The highest scores in anything is not perfection to me. To me it’s the lower plausible score that makes a person perfect. Highest scores means that there will be nothing to work for in the future and nothing to dream of achieving. The “no mistakes” person is never perfect to me. To me mistakes and some not major sins make a person perfect. Mistakes make them have things in life to fix and experience to learn from. Perfection to me is to be not perfect. * The picture is a perfect scene that is made of sewage water.

I want to

Have a cup of coffee

At the Bosphorus

Now

OUCH

Those small devils that I have at home are so obsessed with rap and rappers; they dress like them and sing their songs. I have been trying to take their CDs and hide them or throw them but with no use, they will go and buy new ones. I tried to talk to them about how not suitable those songs are for their age; but with no use, especially Boodi who would tell me: “Well, you’re not our mom”. Last Wednesday I heard that little brat call Loosh with the “F” word. Oh God, I was really shocked so I shouted at him: “How dare you”. “And what is your business” he said it in the rudest way (he shocks me with his words), “Well I am your oldest sister and I care about you” I paused, waiting for his reply, but he didn’t say anything looking at me waiting for other words “and this word you said is not a good word” I said. “SO” he said, “You should not use it”. “Well, you are not my mom to tell me what to do” he said while he was pointing his finger at me. A six years old boy, with such attitude isn’t good. I told my parents about it, so my father talked to them for a while and the conversation led to that my father will listen to the CDs before they do and if there is any such words he will not give it to them. And if he knows that any of them used such words he will be punished. That was fair enough to Loosh but to Boodi it wasn’t, because he knew that this means that my father will throw all of his CDs. So he came to me and said “You should shut up”. OUCH

أغلى من روحي

Me and my sister are the only daughters of my father, the rest are boys. He prefers us than the boys; it’s so obvious in his way of treating us like princesses, the choice is always ours, what we wish we always have. The other loving side in my father is his different personality. He has a serious personality and so strict, but when it comes to his family he is the most caring person and has a wonderful sense of humor. My father never wants me and my sister to get married, he wants us with him. When ever somebody proposes, my mom tries to convince me but my father always says she is still young or that guy is not that good for her. Once my mom was begging my father to convince me so what he did is say “Dear, I know that this guy is not good enough for you and that his family is different than ours and that you may not live with him as you are living with us, but I think you should marry him”, so I refused and sure that my father wanted me to do. When my sister was engaged I could see how unhappy he was, he faked it. He is so jealous of her fiance. I think he is afraid that some body may take his daughters from him. I would say to him "Don’t worry ". محد في هالدنيا يسوى ظفرك I and my father differ a lot, we have different views in life, culture, tradition and business; but he always respect my thoughts and never force his. The strange thing is people always tell me that I am so similar to him. Once while traveling; it was night and we (Me and my sister) were so exhausted; and when we get exhausted we become so crazy, we laugh all the time and at any thing (like drunk) I think it’s a genetic thing. We were laying in bed at our hotel room and my father came to say good night, before leaving our room he looked at us in the most gentle and emotional way and said: "My daughters; what am I to you?"; we looked at each other and said: "An ATM hahahahahahaha", we always do that (talk the same thing); he laughed and went to his room after kissing us. He didn’t ask us this question again; but if he did I would say: "You are the air I breathe"

What a conversation

I had an appointment yesterday, and yes I was waiting as usual. There was an old man who has a look of a mid 60 Bedouin man. I was reading a book while he was gazing me. Then he asked me

Old man: “السلام إختي” “Hi sister” Sister???? I look like his granddaughter.

TF: “و عليكم السلام” “Hi”

OM: “عسى ما شر شتشكين منه؟” "What is your illness?"

TF: I told him

OM: ”إيييييييييه ... ما تشوفين شر.... أنا شايفج هني قبل شهر” “May you not be harmed …. I saw you here a month ago”

TF: “آخر زياره لي هني كانت قبل ثلاث سنين” “My last visit was three years ago”

OM: “إمبلا آنا شايفج هني قبل شهر” “I am sure I saw you here a month ago”

TF: “OK” I wasn’t in Kuwait a month ago ?!?!

Then I continued reading my book again. (Two minutes later)

OM: “يا إختي إنتي طويله حيل” “Sister … You are very tall” He said it in away as if it was a disease I had or something bad !!!

I paused a little after that

TF: “إيه ... الله لا يبلاك” “May you not be cursed like that”

OM: “إي و الله” “I hope not” I am not very tall I am just taller than him.

We both paused for a while. OM: “ألحين الحضر قامو يتزوجون بدو و البدو قامو يتزوجون حضر” “Now urban are marrying Bedouins and Bedouins are marrying urban “ I can see what question is this leading to :P OM: “إنتي بدويه و إلا حضريه؟” “Are you an Urban or a Bedouin?” I know that my accent was a bit weird to him.

TF: “إنت شرايك؟” “Guess?” I like this question :P OM: “و الله يا إختي , لهجتج ما دري شلون صايره. مو بدويه و لا حضريه و بعض كلامج سعودي و تقرين كتاب إنجليزي” “Your accent is strange; It’s not Bedouin and not Urban and also you have some Saudi words; and you are reading an English book” At that moment I couldn’t hold my self from laughing. TF: Was trying to explain to him my accent.

And then came this lady wearing a Burka (Face cover where only the eyes are shown) and she was looking at me in away as if she wants to kill me; and when looking at the husband again his face was giving all kinds of colours; I guess he wasn’t allowed to talk to a strange lady.

P.S. What is written in green is a translation specially done for Wass and Sarpanch. And what is written in blue are my thoughts.

Bits and Pieces

• Dirty beaches and oil spots all over the beach has ruined my mood in that long weekend. I did not swim in the sea and didn’t enjoy my morning walks. Very disgusting.

• He came to me yesterday to tell me “I want to tell you something but if you promise me that you will not tell”. I was so excited to know what is that secret that Boodi has “Ok I promise; I will not tell” I said. “I love a girl in my class” and his face was blushing, he looked so cute, I opened my eyes wide “Is she Maryoom”, “No way” he shouted “She is Hanan, the girl with golden hair, but she doesn't know”. Oh god he is only six.

• I want to go to Dubai. My last visit was on February.

• A good theater is a must in Kuwait. Why don’t we have a good theater here in Kuwait, I was discussing this matter with my father last week and he said that we have to get good theater writers and directors to get a good theater. Is it true that we don’t have them in Kuwait?

• Loosh and Boodi had their first major fight last week with some boys renting a beach house near ours, Loosh came to tell my father the details of the fight and how he and Boodi beat those older boys with some movements that they have learned from the wrestling Play Station games. Boodi was crying and talking at the same time “see Baba see, you have to buy us more of those games”.

• September's edition of National geographic magazine is amazing. (Africa: Whatever you thought, think again)

An empty island

I had an appointment on Thursday morning and while waiting (as always) I met an Asian lady who started talking about her life and I was listening to her carefully waiting for some useful words, until they came out of her mouth directly to my heart. “I can’t change people but can avoid them" When she ended that sentence; I was no more listening to her.

The man

I like this man who was always a person of few words and more acts. He acted towards his dreams and never was a quitter; I know that I have to look to his life more and how he acted to reach his dreams before taking any other quitting decisions. But TF is not him.

"Vision without action is merely a dream

Action without vision merely passes the time

Vision with action can change the world"

Nelson Mandela

quotable

I added a new mug to my mugs collection. But this Mug differs from the other mugs I already have, it has a wonderful quote written on it; well I always wanted a quotable mug but didn’t find much while traveling, so I made a research in the internet for quotable mugs and found a big collection of mugs in quotable ; I located it and found that they have a branch in London. I went there and got me one.

The Quote is: Life is not measured by the number of breaths that we take but by the number of moments that take our breath away And this mug took my breath away

Reading in History

To read in History; you must be neutral and use more than one source to read. A source which belongs to the historical event it self and another that has another view of it. I usually buy two books talking about the same event; but two different writers with two different backgrounds and views. This makes it clearer and makes me less bigoted to a certain view or opinion. At the end I still have doubts about what I read, if it was correct, if there was something not mentioned and if the writer was exaggerating or not. Still, reading in History is fun.

I quit

I quit it all. A quitter I maybe called, and shame is what I feel now; but it’s better than all the pain I have been feeling after failing every try I have done. I choose shame because it’s a matter of how people look at me, and of that I will not care anymore. Shame will give me a life with less people, less talking and communicating. Living alone you might think, well I have always lived my pain alone, so what difference it will make. I prefer it as I lived it the past three weeks; I enjoyed reading, swimming, writing to my e-pals, watching Movies, spending more time with my family and talking less. I ignored all my phone calls (Sorry for those who were hurt by that but it was for a purpose). I will not gather with my college group if they were more than two and no more family gatherings. No it is not wrong; this is a life that I have chose for my self and I am happy with it. P.S. Ra-1 and Wass, you are not allowed to discuss this with me.

قصة وردة

بكت الوردة و أجهشت بالبكاء

فأتت الورود و الفراشات سواء

تسأل الوردة ما بها

ردت الوردة: لم يعد في الغابة ماء

فأفضت دمعي ليكون لي سقاء

هل في حزن قررت أن تعيش الحياه ؟

Prayers from heaven

When the prophet PBUH ascended to the skies meeting the messengers and prophets who were sent to people in other lands at other times; at the highest sky he met the Creator of them all. What was he sent there for? From Mecca to Jerusalem and from there to the skies; a journey that people of Mecca called him crazy for. He was sent to meet Allah to talk to Allah with no messenger and no inspiration between them. The obligation of prayer is one of the five elements of Islam. Five times a day to be in contact with Allah with no intermediate as it was with no intermediate when God told the prophet PBUH to ask his people to pray. He told him that in the highest sky.