Tuesday, April 28, 2009

The Story of Stuff

This is a must seen mind-blowing video for all of us. By that I mean: see, listen, understand, and above all react.

I've always loved the word "stuff" but I never knew there could be such a story behind it! I loved this video and loved it even more when it said "Iraq" and laughed at "Bush"'s name when it came up. Knowing this story is part of "know the whole story" and knowing the truth about wars, poverty, ignorance and how the world is taking steps towards the abbey.

Just like the missing pieces in the "incomplete diagram" you originally saw, each of the person of the people you saw has a story. It's a global issue and your job is at least help to spread awareness to make this planet a better place.

If you're into websites and want to know everything about it then please check the official website of The Story of Stuff

If you're more into blogs then click here

That's all for now
and I wish I can Host a Screening

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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Names Are Nothing But Words

"Our names,
How tiring it was for our parents
to find our names?
How long they thought of us?
Names are words
What's with words?
Our eyes are our own names"

That what a Lebanese lyric says

What these words called "names" have to with our own lives. There are a lot of personality analysis which are based on names, letters and number of letters but I never really cared. I am against stereotyping and it's just silly to suggest another way of to stereotype people, and according to what? According to their names? Whether John or Salim, Jane or Salima, why do we categorize people according to their names?

Isn't it funny that some other than you decide to pick a name for you to be called for the rest of your life and on the other hand it is used by someone else other than you and still that name define you? I've always thought at certain age people should have the right to decide which name they should be called.

When I was in elementary school, one of my best friends was Osama*. He had health problems and used to be very tiny compared to other boys in our class. He used to be in my team in whatever game we used to play, even when we played "bet beyot" (a game we used to play that imitate real life, where kids pretend they are family, neighbors and friends) he used to be my son or my brother. Osama's family decided to leave Iraq during 1995 and that's when I discovered he was Palestinian. The class missed Osama and I remember when a boy was teasing any of the girls we would remind him how Osama was friendly with us. We used to write collective letters to him but they were never sent, for he left and we were never able to trace him. I liked the name Osama but lately people carrying this name are being discriminated.

It's such a shame when certain names carry the bad images of the figures who once carried them, and it's even worse when other people who have nothing to do with what this name carries are being treated accordingly.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name

Speaking of names couple of days back, a friend told me about the name Osayd, which is a miniature of Asaid (cub & lion) and was joking if the kid can change his name once he's 18 into Asaid, since he'll be fully grown. It was a nice joke but later after a couple of hours it hit me! I'm supposed to be a grown up but my name is holding me back!

I referred earlier what was my real name and to sum up the story it means a baby gazelle that still can hardly stand, let alone walk. My mother wanted to call me Reem which means a fully grown up fast gazelle. I never wanted to be Reem but the idea of me running fast like a gazelle and free in the wild where beautiful nature exists is very exciting to me now.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
What if I had another name? What would you call me?

*Osama is a name for lion too.

That's all for now


Thursday, April 23, 2009

Snack of the Day

Or the evening...



That's all for now
oh.. and bon appetite
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Sweet Riot

Something sweet just happened. I was praying and heard knocking on my wind. What! Knocking on the window! on the 13th floor! Even if it was the door, I keep on praying. A second later another knocking is heard! It was irregular this time, not like human's knock knock. I'm still praying.

Then there was sort of riot outside the window. One of the sweetest riot… pigeons'. The moment I finished praying they started their Hadeel, which is pigeons' songs. I didn't want to move the curtain fearing that might scare them; I made a small opening and kept looking at them. What a wonderful scene! I'm not sure how many of them there were in at the window but I saw three and one was flying and not settled where to stand. The moment I tried to steal a better look one of them started staring at me! Afterwards the all turned their bodies to face my window!

I love pigeons

That's all for now
Enjoy these photos

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

Tell Me Why

That's all for now
Let's all think of an answer.

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Wednesday, April 08, 2009


على أرض تبدو قاحله
تحت سماء زرقاء
تقف ... تتأمل ...
أغصانها محملة
باحزان صفراء
وهذا الخريف لم يأخذها معه.

فلا تزال ها هنا
كما كانت امس
عنيدة ... تنتظر ...
قد يأتي الشتاء
قد ينزل المطر
ليغسل عنها ما لم يسقط من ورق.

غد جديد
طير يغرد
تصحو ... تبتسم
الاغصان ذاتها
مثقلة بعناء
لكن الامل يلوح في الافق.

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Sunday, April 05, 2009

Increased Training Realisim!

Friday, April 03, 2009

That's Life

It's almost 3 AM and I'm still up. Nothing serious, it's just that my brother-in-law came from Amman and he doesn't have a key, so I'll wait to open the door for him. Since I'm here let me share this, just got it from Hana Banana by email.

There comes a point in your life when you realize:

Who matters,

Who never did,

Who won't anymore...

And who always will...

So, don't worry about people from your past,

there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future..

That's all for now
oh wait a minute

*N calls, dad is up and opens the door, atta off to bed*

oh oh and my sister sent me a beautiful purple gift. Thanks sis.. oh oh and there's a big secret that I can hardly keep. I soooo wanna share :D

another oh oh .. N got me 7ab '9iffa :D that's edible seeds a Palestinian kind :D

That's all for now,
seriously :)