A tribute to Damas ....

من كم يوم اجاني هالايميل ... و عجبني كتير لهيك حبيت شارككن فيه ... مع تحياتي لحبيبة قلبي ... الشام

شقيقة بغداد اللدودة، ومصيدة بيروت، حسد القاهرة، وحلم عمان، ضمير مكة، غيرة قرطبة، مقلة القدس، مغناج المدن وعكاز تاريخ لخليفة هرم.‏‏‏‏‏إنها دمشق امرأة بسبعة مستحيلات، وخمسة أسماء وعشرة ألقاب، مثوى 1000 ولي ومدرسة عشرين نبي، وفكرة خمسة عشر إله .‏‏‏‏‏إنها دمشق الأقدم والأيتم، ملتقى الحلم ونهايته، بداية الفتح وقوافله، شرود القصيدة ومصيدة الشعراء.‏‏‏‏‏من على شرفتها طلّ هشام ليغازل غيمة أموية عابرة، بعد أن فرغ من إرواء غوطتها بالدم، ومنها طار صقر قريش حالماً، ليدفن تحت بلاطة في جبال البرينيه.‏‏‏‏‏إنها دمشق التي تحملت الجميع، قوادين وحالمين، صغار كسبة وثوريين، عابرين ومقيمين، مدمني عضها مقلمي أظفارها وخائبين وملوثين، طهرانين وشهوانيين.....‏‏‏‏‏رُضِعت حتى جفّ بردى، فسارعت بدمها بشجرها وظلالها، ولما نفقت الغوطة، أسلمت قاسيونها (شامتها الأثيرة) يلعقونه يتسلقونه، يطلون منه على جسدها، ويدعون بعضهم ليأخذوا حصتهم من براءتها، حتى باتت هذه مهنة من يحبها ومن لا يقوى على ذلك لكنها دمشق تعود فتية كلم! ا شُرِقَ نقي عظامها.‏‏‏‏‏إنها دمشق أيها العرب العاربة والمستعربة قِبلة سياحكم، ومحط مطيكم، تمنح لقب الشيخ لكل من لبس صندلا واعتمر دشداشة ولا تعترف إلا بشيخها محي الدين بن عربي، الذي صرخ منها: "إلهكم تحت قدمي"(حكاية ابن عربي المشهورة في دمشق لما جمع الناس صائحا إلهكم تحت قدمي، وكان يدوس ديناراً ذهبياً).1‏‏‏‏‏هو من لم تتسع له الأرض، حضنته دمشق تحت ثديها ألبسته حياً من أحيائها وقالت له انطلق أنت أجلُّ الأموات‏‏‏‏‏فغنى لها " كل ما لا يؤنث لا يعول عليه"‏‏‏‏‏إنها دمشق لا تعبأ باثنين، الجلادين والضحايا، تؤرشفهم وتعيدهم بعد لأي ٍعلى شكل منمنمات تزين بها جدرانها أو أخباراً في صفحات كتبها، فيتململ ابن عساكر قليلا يغسل يديه ويتوضأ لوجه الله ويشرع بتغطيس الريشة في المحبرة، لا ليكتب بل ليمرر الحبر على حروف دمشق المنجمة في كتابها المحفوظ.‏‏‏‏‏دمشق التي تتقن كل اللغات ولا أحد يفهم عليها،‏‏‏‏‏دمرَّ هولاكو بغداد وصار مسلماً في دمشق، حرر صلاح الدين القدس وطاب موتاً في دمشق، قدم لها الحسين إبن علي ويوحنا المعمدان وجعفر البرمكي رؤوسهم كي ترضى دمشق، وما بين قبر زينب وقبر يزيد خمس فراسخ ودفلى على طريقة دمشق.‏‏‏‏‏إنها دمشق لا تحب أحداً، ولا تعبأ بكارهيها، متغاوية ووقحة تركل عشاقها خارجاً بقسوة نادرة كي لا ينسفح الكثير من دمهم، وتتفرغ للغرباء الذين ظنوا أنفسهم أسيادها ليستفيقوا فجأة وإذ بهم عالقين تحت أظافرها.‏‏‏‏‏.‏‏‏‏‏.‏‏‏‏‏لديها من الغبار ما يكفي لتقص أثر من سرقها فتحيله متذرذراً على جسدها.‏‏‏‏‏لديها من العشاق ما يكفي حبر العالم.‏‏‏‏‏لديها من المآذن ما يكفي ليتنفس ملحديها عبق تسبيح الملائكة، ومن المداخن ما يكفي "لتشحير" وجه الكون.‏‏‏‏‏لديها من الموت ما يكفي لينفخ اسرافيل في (الصور) معلناً قيامتهم جميلين، ليعانقوا الموتى الآخرين " للمرة الأولى والأخيرة " 2‏‏‏‏‏ولديها من الوقت ما يكفي لترتب قبلة مع مُذنَّب عابر، ومن الشهوة ما يدعو نحل الكون لرحيقها.‏‏‏‏‏لديها من الصبر ما يكفي لتنتشي بهزة أرضية، ومن الأحذية و"الشحاحيط " المعلقة في سوق الحميدية ما يكفي للاحتفال بخمسين دكتاتور.‏‏‏‏‏لديها من الحبال ما يكفي لنشر الغسيل الوسخ للعالم أجمع، ومن الشرفات ما يكفي سكان آسيا ليحتسوا قهوتها ويدخنوا حمرا طويلة على مهل.‏‏‏‏‏لديها من! القبل ما يكفي كل حرمان المجذومين، ومن الصراخ ما يكفي ضحايا نكازاكي وهيروشيما الذين لم يكن لديهم وقت‏‏‏‏‏لديها من الخمر ما يكفي كي يثمل العرب جميعاً، ومن النوم ما يكفي كل ما حلم به الأنبياء.‏‏‏‏‏لديها من النهايات ما يكفي ثمانين إلياذة، ومن الأجنة ما يكفي لتشغيل الحروب القادمة.‏‏‏‏‏لديها شعراء بعدد شرطة السير، وقصائد بعدد مخالفات التموين، ونساء بكل ألوان الطيف وما فوق وتحت البنفسجي والأحمر.‏‏‏‏‏لا فضول لدمشق، لا تريد أن تعرف ولا أن تسرع الخطى، ثابتة على هيئة لغز، الكل يلهثُ يرمحُ يسبحُ، وهي تنتظرهم هناك إلى حيث سيصلون.‏‏‏‏‏دمشق هي العاصمة الوحيدة في العالم التي لا تقبل القسمة على اثنين في أرقى أحيائها تسمع وجع الطبالة، وفي ظلمة حجرها الأسود يتسلق كشاشي الحمام كتف قاسيون ليصطادوا حمامة شاردة من المهاجرين.‏‏‏‏‏دمشق لا تُقسم إلى محورين، فليست كبيروت غربية وشرقية، ولا كما القاهرة أهلي و"زملكاوي " ولا كما باريس ديغول وفيشي ولا هي مثل لندن شرق وغرب نهر التايمز ولا كما دبي (بر دبي وديرة) ولن تكون كعمان فدائيين وأردنيين، ولا كبغداد منطقة خضراء وأخرى بلون الدم ....‏‏‏‏‏دمشق مكان واحد فإذا طرقت باب توما ستنفتح نافذة لك من باب الجابي، وإذا أقفل باب مصلى فلديك مفاتيح باب السريجة‏‏‏‏‏لا تتعب نفسك مع دمشق ولا تحتار فهي تسخر من كلاهما من يدعي أنه يحميها ومن يهدد بترويضها، فتود أن تعانقها أو تهرب منها، تلتقط لها صورة أو تحمضها كلها، تود أن تدخلها فاتحاً أم سائحاً، مدافعا أو ضحية، ماحياً أو متذكراً كل شيء دفعة واحدة.‏‏‏‏‏فتخرج سيجارة حمرا طويلة تشعلها بخمسة أعواد كبريت ماركة الفرس، وتقول جملة واحدة للجميع (إنها دمشق يا من تجهلون العراقة والتاريخ).‏‏‏‏‏

موقف سخييييييييف

من فترة سمعت انو في معرض كتب في الدوحة بلش ب 28 و بيخلص ب 08 ... و من يومها و انا متحمس روح ... المهم اليوم حتى اجتني الهمة و رحت ... و صرت اتمشى بهالمعرض و خصوصا قدام دور النشر السورية و صرت اتذكر معرض مكتبة الأسد بالشام ... المهم و انا واقف قدام دار نشر سورية ... حسيت انو وجه الشب اللي قاعد مانو غريب ... شوي شفتو قام عن كرستو و اجى ناحي ... قالي: مرحبا استاذ ... انا ابتسمت ابتسامة عريضة و قلت لحالي اكيد هالشب بيعرفني من سوريا و اتذكرني و قديش حلو الواحد يشوف حدا من بلدو .. الخ ... قلتلو: أهلا و سهلا، قالي: استاذ سحابك مفتوح

العمى ... اطلعت لتحت ... و طلعت الدكانة مفتوحة

و انا كان صرلي ساعة عمإتمشى بالمعرض و عموزع ابتسامات

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I'm Back ...

Finally ... I'm back ... i've got a new accommodation along with good internet connection ... so i will get back to my virtual life very soon .. now i'm a bit busy rearranging the room, cause there is no furnature in there ... I'm really glad to get such a room, becasue of the shortage and high prices in here .. any way as i said, i will get back very soooooooon ....

salam

Happy Birthday to ............................. me

Another year passed away … happy birthday to me … I’m 26 now … and this is the third birthday abroad … missing my old life …

New Career .. New life ...

And yes ... this is my last day over here … I will be missing my office, I have spent 2 and a half year in this company, and now I’m leaving for new life …
For the time being, I feel nothing … I don’t know why, but it is a kind of weir thing, no worries, no heart trembling, no cold hands … let see … I will be shifting from the administrative field to the banking field … so, I hope that the new life will bring the best luck to me …
Ohhhhh …

Great weekend ...

Well, I had the most beautiful weekend ever, so, I went fishing, I spent the whole day at the sea, fishing, swimming and diving … Oh yes … this is my old hobby …
And finally I could make it here in Gulf, I spent around 2 years looking for a good location for fishing and finally I did.
Next time I will shot some pictures to see what I see & what I catch.

Yalla salam …

A walk to remember …

Last night while trying to sleep, I don’t know why I recalled my first day abroad, and my first monkey business I did, so read and have fun:
I left Syria to UAE on May the 7th 2005, and my flight was to Sharjah Airport (Air Arabia), so, when I walked into the arrivals terminal, I felt myself at home, I found 6 persons waiting for me: my cousin, 3 friends from my city back home, my dad’s friend along with his brother, so I felt very high, any way, my cousin toke me to his place in Ajman, we put my luggage, then went to my other cousin’s work place also in Ajman, so, I tried to act genius, and I kept the direction in my mind for a specific reason, so, I met my other cousins, we had dinner, then they toke me to Dubai etc …
Next day when I woke up they were at their jobs, so, I was home alone, and I start thinking: well, since that my cousin toke last night to their work place (restaurant) so I can make it myself, and I already have cell phone for emergency, so, I put on and went out … depending on my incredible memory, I start walking, and walking, and I kept walking and saying to myself: it is a matter of minutes and I can see their shocked faces because I could come alone … any way, after 3 hours of walking, I gave up, and picked the phone calling my cousin: hey bro, I’m in the middle of the no where, and I wanna come to you, how can I do it ? so, my cousin asked me to described the place to him and he start laughing his head off … I asked him why you are laughing like crazy, then he said: it is okay my cousin, keep walking like this for another 30 minutes and you will be in Sharjah :(

Then he told to stay where I am and came to pick me up, it toke us the double to reach his place again because I was walking toward the opposite direction …

The moral: don’t act hero in new places.

Yessssss .... I did it ...

Well, as I said before, the wind of change is blowing, and it does ... last night, I called my boss, I told him: go hell ... (kidding) .. I told him that I'm not gonna work with you anymore, I AM QUITING ... and this will be the last month for me in this company ... actually, he shocked ... but said that it is okay, cus he is not going to force me to do anything against my will, he is a real gentleman ... so, now I'm almost free, I have to do some paper work in order to confirm my resignation...
to tell the truth ... I feel free now, cause no late calls any more, no standby situation during the weekends, no more lying to vendors ... Ohhhh .. Thank God...
for sure I didn’t do this step for unconsciously, to tell the truth, I got an offer, and I accepted it, and I will the story later one … yalla guys .. Wish me the good luck …

salamz

Some quotes ... Some refreshments ... Ladies no offence .. we all love you ...

Today I got a very nice email, so have a look and smile ...

Three Easy Ways To Die............................

1. Take a Cigar daily - You will die 10 years early.

2. Drink Rum daily - You will die 30 years early.

3. Love Someone Truly - You will die daily.

1. A foolish man tells a woman to STOP talking, but a WISE man tells her that she looks extremely BEAUTIFUL when her LIPS are CLOSED.

2. One GOOD way to REDUCE Alcohol consumption: Before Marriage - Drink whenever you are SAD After Marriage - Drink whenever you are HAPPY

3. Three FASTEST means of Communication:

a. Tele-Phone b. Tele-Vision c. Tell to Woman Need still FASTER - Tell her NOT to tell ANY ONE.

4. Love your friends not their sisters. Love your sisters not their friends.

5. A man got 2 wishes from GOD. He asked for the Best wine and Best Woman. Next moment, he had the Best Wine and Mother Teresa next to him. Moral: BE SPECIFIC

6. If you do NOT have a Girl Friend - You are missing SOME thing in your life. If you HAVE a Girl Friend - You are missing EVERY thing in your life.

7. Question: When do you CONGRATULATE someone for their MISTAKE. Answer: On their MARRIAGE.

8. Why Government do NOT allow a Man to MARRY 2 Women. Because per Constitution, you can NOT PUNISH TWICE for the same Mistake.

The wind is blowing up ...

Well … what to say … I start hating my posts … all are dark and talking pessimistic, believe me I'm not like that in usual, but again... what to say … my current days are awful, and I don't want to let this temporary situation affect my character in general … any way guys, thanks for standing by me, and I promise, within the next month, you will find another person …

Tomorrow is another day ..

The Wind of Change ...

I'm listening to the wind of change ...
I hope that this wind will push forward ...

My favorite smells tag

I’ve been tagged by Mais (allah yojbor bi khatrha) (Oriental Arabesque ) it is nice, cute & fun tag
Rules are:
1. link to the one who Tagged you

2. Type at least 5 Smells you like

3. Tag at least 3 :)

4. Any language :D

5. Photos are an option
So, there are the smells I really like:

1-Fresh baked breads, it is amazing,

specially with some cheese ...mmmm

2- Tamereen .. do you remember it ?? it was the medicine for kids, just like asperine, it has great smell ... and I used to steal it from our small pharmacy and enjoy the smell then enjoy the flavor ...

3- the best Syrian glue : Al-Sheleh,

I adore this smell, it is addictable .

4- FUEL with no comment ...

I love going to petrol stations, just to smell, it goes directly to my brain ..

5- The nail polish along with its remover

(Acetone), don't go so far and think that i'm using it ;)

6- the soil after raining slightly,

it reminds me that I have great home, home sweet home

7- Baby smell, specially with baby powder,

but must be cute baby

8- fresh strawberry, I adore this smell

9- I will not forget the jasmine,

we have great tree at home, I really miss it

10- the last but not the least ...

the grilled meat with fat (BBQ) ... and I will kill any once says that she/he doesn't like it ....

and now, to follow the rules, I have to tag 3, BUT, as i can see, all my friends has been tagged by this one ... so, forgive me Mais, I'll search for the friends who didn't do it yet ...

Sorry girls .. No offence ... 25 reasons to be a guy

Hey … the last post of Mais provoke me to look for a very old email … and I got it, so guys … read and laugh… salam

1- المكالمة التليفونيّة تنتهي خلال 30 ثانية .

2- تستحم و تكون جاهزا للخروج في 10 دقائق

3- رحلة لخمسة أيام تحتاج حقيبة واحدة فقط

4- الأصدقاء لا يهتمّون اذا ازداد وزنك أو نقص

5- الحلاّقين و الكوافيرية لا يستطيعون سرقتك " عينك عينك ".

6- عند تقليب المحطات على التلفاز لا داعي للوقوف عند كل لقطة فيها واحد عم يبكي .

7- ليس هناك من داع لأن تحمل حقيبة ممتلئة ب" أشياء ضروريّة " كلّما خرجت

8- تستطيع الذهاب إلى الحمّامات العامّة دون فرقة دعم أو مرافقة !!!

9- الكنية (اسم العيلة) يبقى نفسه مدى الحياة

10- تستطيع ترك غرفة الفندق دون الحاجة لترتيبها

11- لا داعي للحلاقة تحت الذقن .

12- إذا نسي أحد اصدقائك دعوتك لمناسبة ما ,لن يتسبب ذلك في تدميرصداقتكما .

13- الأزهار تحلّ جميع المشاكل !!!!!

14- ثلاث أزواج من الأحذية هي أكثر من اللاّزم .

15- ما بينهزّ بدنك إذا ما حدا لاحظ قصّة شعرك الجديدة

16- مزاج واحد في جميع الأوقات !!!!

17- الشعر الأشيب : هيبة و جمال .

18- لا تهتمّ إذا كان في حدا وراك عم يحكي

19- الريموت كونترول إلك , و إلك لوحدك .

20- اذا مضى وقت طويل و لم تحكي بالهاتف مع رفيقك , لن يقول هذا الأخير بين أصدقائك : إنّ "فلان " متغيّر .

21- إذا كنت في حفلة و ظهر أحدهم بنفس ملابسك , يمكن أن تصبحوا من أعزّ الأصدقاء .

22- لديك الحريّة المطلقة في أن تربّي شارب أو لا ...!!!

23- نفس قصّة الشعر قد تستمرّ لسنين , ربّما عقود .

24- أنت في الرابعة و الثلاثين وغير متزوّج ... إي شو يعني ؟؟

25- كل أعضاء وجهك تحافظ على لونها الطبيعي .

it is WAR .... ;)

When technology let you down …

It was Friday the 20th of July early morning (02:00 A.M), I was so happy going to Syria … I went to the airport thinking of withdrawing some cash cause you know that I need cash in Syria … I put my ATM card with a big smile … then … the ATM machine spit my card saying that it is not acceptable … my heart start jumping.. What the hell is this … I tried again and again … same message … I changed the machine … same result … so … I had to use the credit card to purchase some items from the duty free ... BUT ... I was trembling afraid that there is a block on my account … and I don’t have any cash for my vacation …
We landed in Dubai … I had only 1 hour transit … I was running like crazy in Dubai airport looking for ATM machine and finally found one … I feed it the card .. Entering the pin code … and YESSSSSSSSSSS … accepted … I took my money in AED, then convert them to $ … but I had to run to catch my flight …
So … this how my vacation started …

See you later …

BACK ...

And yes ... I'm back ... good bye my home ... I'm gonna miss you ...
I had a lot of relaxation ... and i'm going to tell some stories ...
any way, now i'm in Dubai airport, using the free wireless connection, also, this is the first time in which i couldn't enter Dubai, despite that i have 6 hours transit, but the officer didn't allow me to get in cus my GCC residency will be expired soon (next month) ...
anyways .. i'm now full of beans and have a lot to do ...
yalla see you soon ....

salam

I'm in SYRIA ... Home sweet home ...

finally i'm here .... but it is really hard to sing in to the blogspot, any way guys, i'll be available on this address: ziad@qatar.net.
my vacation will be ended on 19th of Aug. and i may go to Dubai for a couple of hours or a couple of days.
hope to see you soon.

salaaaaaaaaaaaam

It is the time to say Goodbye ...

Today, after a long night of thinking ... I decided ... it is the time to go on ... it is the time to move up ... I FED UP ... I've been in this company for the last 2 years ... and now ... the "wise" management decided that I don't deserve 300 Riyals as telephone allowance casue I already have a line paid by the company ...so .. this is "القشة التي قصمت ظهر البعير" ... that's it ... I feel that i'm offended ... humilated ... it is not 300 riyals matter ... it is the matter that I knew that accidently ... and they will transfer my next salary without this amount ... so ... I decided ... I can't take it any more ... and let see what will happen this week ...

Tomorrow never dies ...

I start caounting down ...

Heyyyyyyy .. Finally ... I'll be in Syria after 30 days ... wawwwww ... i can't wait ... I can't wait ... I can't wait

I start to hate FRIDAYs ...

Oh good God ... what the hell is going on ... I wasn't myself and hiding during the last month ... and now I show up when I had another accident... Ohh ... yes ... I did ... and also .. it wasn't my fault ... I was waiting in the line to enter the last turn to my place ... suddenly ... i saw a light attacking me and again .. that awful sound ... craaaaaaaash ... a lady driving Mercedes Benz ... hit me from behind ... the bad thing that she was married and her husband was next to her ... :(
the good news that i was so calm ... i didn't say a word .. the guy went out and said: 7amdella 3la alsalama ... i said the same in return ...
thnak god it was a simple accident ...
the ironic thing that this is the second accident happens to me on Friday ... and khalas ... i will not go out on Fridays anymore ...
any way ...7amdella 3la salamty ...

salam

Another Year ... Life is so short ...

I was so busy the last week, and I couldn't even read my friends' posts, but when it comes to you ... don't know what to say, words are useless...
I always used to pretend as a tough guy ... but again... when I think of you ... I can feel that hole inside my chest ... May be my heart is not there...
now it's 9 years since you left ... it is just like yesterday ... 9 years ... Good God ... I still remember that black Wednesday when you told me: good bye ... and it was real ... good bye ...
I will not talk too much ... just one thing ... you are always in my mind...

This post is dedicated for HOSSAM ... My brother ... My friend ... My soul mate...
May your soul rest in peace...
23/09/1976
20/05/1998

Miss you...

Heeeeeeeeeey ... in UAE Again

Hey guys ... I will be in Abu Dhabi this evening ... (Thursday) .. I will stay there for a couple of days ...
I will try to access my blog over there to catch up with you... yalla see you later ...

Double Tag ...

Hey ...

I've been tagged twice this week to write 10 reasons may cheer me up ... once by Mais & again by Zena ...

so I was thinkig of posting 2 replies, one in Arabic, and another one in English ...

so I will start in Arabic, and later on I will do another one in English ...

Thank you Zena & Mais ...

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  شوفة العلم السوري برات سوريا


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  ريحة الأرض لما تشتي أول مرة بالخريف.


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  لما طفل صغير (مو أكتر من سنة) بيمسك اصبع من اصابعي.


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  ريحة الطفل الصغير (الشعر و التياب) ما حدا يفهمنا غلط ها.


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  لما شوف عيون اهلي أول ما أوصل على المطار بعد غياب سنة.


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  لما بكون عمصيد سمك بالليل .. و بتبلش السمكة تاكل الطعم ...


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  لما حدا بيقلي: يعطيك العافية، بعد عمل شاق.


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  لما زينة بتقلي: أبو الزوز ...


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  لما إشرب مي باردة على الريق حتى لو كانت الدنيا شتوية.


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  لما اتفرج على المطر من ورا الشباك.

these are 10 reasons may make me feel happy ...

I will tag: Ghaith, Ziena & ........ no one in my mind for the moment (TBA) ... (but I don't think that they will reply soon) ...

but don't forget to follow the rules:

1- You have to use the picture in my post.
2- You have to list exactly 10 points.
3. You have to tag 3 bloggers when you are done

salamz

The story of Zena ...

Helloooooooz ... I promised my friend Zena that I will tell her a secret ... and the secret is: why I like the name: Zena... it is for sure that I liked her posts and personality, but also there are some extra reasons …
Actually, my first girlfriend's name was Zena … she is amazing girl, and now she is going to get married, god bless her, also, my cute niece Zena, I love her to the limit that words can NOT describe .. so I won't describe …
Any way, I will introduce my lovely Zena to you … hope that you'll like her …

مرحبا
أنا إسمي زينة، و أنا بنت حلوة و أمورة كتير، و ما بعذب الماما و البابا أبدا ... أو يمكن شوي صغيرة بس .....
و هلق رح احكيلكن سيرتي الذاتية ...
إجيت على وجه الدنيا يوم التلاتا 23/07/2002 الساعة 10:05 بالليل، و يا حرام .. كتير عذبت الماما لحتى خلقت، يا الله و الله ما كان بدي عذبها، بس هيك صار .. سامحيني يا ماما .... أنا كتير بحبك ... ويومها بتصدقوا أنو مطرت الدنيا ... يعني لو انتظرت لسا اسبوع كانت زبطت غنية وائل كفوري (معقول تشتي بآب) ...
و أول الشي اتعرفت على بابا و تاتا و تاتا و جدو و جدو ... يا الله ليش عميطلعوا فيي هيك، يا حرام، شكلن مخشخشين ؟ بعدين أخدوني عند وحدة نايمة يا حرام ... قالولي هي هي الماما ... و لما فاقت حضنتني و صارت تبكي و تضحك .. يا حرام شو هبلة ... ليش عمتبكي و تضحك !!؟؟ و بعدين حطوني بتخت متل الزبدية .. يا الله ما ابشعو ... و غطوني بشي مليون غطا ... بس يالله ما بدي نام ... بدي شوف العالم ...
بعدين صرت اسمعهن عميحكو ... لك وينو أبو الزوز ... أي ساعة بدو يجي ؟؟ وينو هلق ؟؟ قام جدو و تلفنلو لعمو زياد ... قام يا حزركن عمو الغشيم شو سألو لجدو ... سألو عن لون عيوني ... اتصورو انو هالغشيم عمو زياد ما بيعرف انو الطفل أول ما بيولد ما بيبن لون عيونو مزبوط ... يا الله هالكبار ما اغشمهم ...
و بعد شي ساعتين .. ما شفت غير واحد جاي ركد متل المجنون ... لابس جينز أزرق و بلوزة بيضة ... و دخل بدون ما يسلم على حدا ... فوراً سأل .. وينها زينة ... انا استغربت ... انو من وين عرف اسمي هدا ... و بعدن اجي و قرب على وجهي و اتطلع فيني ... يا الله شو حبيتو ... هدا عمو زياد ... يالله ليش نزلت دمعة من عينو ... انا بعرف انو الكبار ما بيبكو ... يا حرام مسح دمعتو بطرف اصبعو و دار وجهو مشان ما حدا يشوفو ... قالولو هي زينة .. هي أم الزوز ... بتصدقو انو ما طلع صوتو ... و قعد بس يتفرج عليي ... يالله شو صرلهن هالكبار ... عامليني فرجة ...
بعد ما ارتاحت الماما يومين بالمستشفى ... قالولي انو صار لازم نروح على بيت جدو ... لأنو الماما ما خرج تضل لحالها هي و البابا ... قمنا رحنا على بيت جدو ... و عالطريق قالولي انو بيت جدو و بيت جدو التاني فوق بعض ... يالله ما احلاهن .. طلعو جيران ... يعني ما رح مل ... بصير اطلع و انزل ... و أول ما وصلنا ... طلعتني التاتا ام البابا و دخلتني على بيتهن ... و كان البابا و عمو زياد ناطريني ... البابا مسك رغيف خبز و قسمو .. و لهلق ما بعرف ليش ... و عمو زياد حطلي غنية ... حزرو شو هي ... حطلي غنية "زينة من بين الزينات" لعاصي الحلاني ... يا الله ما احلا هالغنية ... كتير بحبها ...و بعدين عملت مشوار بالبيت و اتعرفت عليه ... بعدين أخدوني على بيت التاتا ام الماما ... و كمان عملو نفس الشي ... يا الله شو بيحبوني ...
و بعدين بلشو قرايبينا يجو و يسلمو علي و يجيبولي هدايا و يحملوني ... إلا عمو زياد الجبان ... ما كان يسترجي يحملني ... قال شو ... بيخاف يوقعني ... يا الله ما اغشمو ....
و بعد ما كبرت شوي ... صار عمو زياد دائما ياخدني مشاوير ... خصوصا لما كون متدايقة من هموم الحياة ... كان يقعدني بحضنو ... و ياخدني مشوار بالسيارة على الكورنيش ... و يفرجيني البحر و النوارس ... وبعدين انعس و نام بحضنو .. يا الله شو بحب نام و هو حاملني ... و بتصدقو اذا بقلكن ... اني لما اغفى بحضنو .. حتى لو كنا بالسيارة ... بيروح بيصف السيارة قدام البيت ... و يتركني نايمة بحضنو ... بدون ما يطلع اي صوت مشان ما يزعجني و انا نايمة .. لك كنت شك أنو ما عميتنفس كمان ... يا الله شو حباب ... كان ينتظرني حتى فيق ... بعدين ينزلني من السيارة ... و يطلعني لعند الماما مشان آكل ... بتعرفو لأنو الواحد بيجوع بعد الكزدرية ...
بعدين لما صرت افهم اكتر صار عمو زياد يقعدني بحضنو قدام الكومبيوتر ... و صار يحطلي أغاني و أفلام كرتون ... و لما كبرت أكتر صار يعلمني الأرقام و كيف اكتبهن على برنامج اسمو "word" ... يعدين اتعلمت حط السيديات و شغلهن لحالي ...
و لما صار عمري شي 3 سنين .. شفت التاتا عمتبكي ... قلتلها يا تاتا ليش عمتبكي ... قالتي يا زينة هدا عمو زياد بدو يسافر و يتركنا ... يالله شو زعلت يومها ... أنا ما زعلتو لعمو زياد ... ليش بدو يروح و يتركنا ... صرت ابكي مع التاتا ... بس قلتلها، يا تاتا، هدا عمو زياد بدو يروح يشتغل و يجبلي هدايا و العاب ... يقى لاتزعلي ... و بيصير يزورنا كل فترة ... و لما سافر .... كنت نايمة ... صورني و انا نايمة مشان يخلي الصورة معو ... يا الله شو زعلت لأني ما ودعتو ... بس صرت ادعيلو ... الله يوفقو ...

بعد ما صار عمري 4 سنين ... قالولي اني صار لازم روح عالروضة ... و صارو يحكولي كيف بدي شوف رفقات حلوين متلي و كيف بدي العب و اتعلم ... بس للصراحة ... كتير زعلت أول يوم ... بس بعدين اتعودت و صرت اتعلم ... و صرت اعرف عد بالعربي و الانكليزي ...
و يوم راس السنة 2007 لما اجى عمو زياد اجازة جبلي هدايا كتير حلوة ... و جبلي المراية تبعيت باربي و تياب حلوين و جزمة بتطير العقل ... كان كل ما اجي يجبلي هدايا و لما ما يقدر يجي على عيد ميلادي ... كان يبعتلي هدايا من عندو بقطر ... أكيد حلوة قطر لأنو عندهن ألعاب كتير حلوة .... المهم... فاجأتو لعمو زياد و رسمتلو لوحات كتير حلوين ... و حزرو شو كمان .... كتبت اسمي و اسمو على دفتر ملاحظاتو ... أكيد بدو ينبسط لما يشوف خطي ...
و لما خلصت الاجازة ... كتير زعلت ... ما بدي ياه ييروح ... قمت اتخبيت تحت التخت و صرت ابكي .. و ما كنت قلو باي ... و بعد ما مشي .. كتير زعلت ... لأني ما بوستو قبل ما يروح ... قمت رحت لعند جدو ... و خليتو يلحق عمو زياد قبل ما يسافر ... و نزلنا من البيت بسرعة ...و لحقناه بآخر لحظة (متل الافلام يعني) ... و حشتووووووو و بوستوووووو و هو كمان حاشني ... و دمعت عينو ...
و أنا هلق ناطرتو ليجي على الصيفية مشان فرجيه اني صرت بعرف اقرا و اكتب احسن من الاول ... و انو صار عندي رفقات كتير ... و اني صرت صبية أمورة ...
هي حياتي... اللي صارت موزعة بين هموم البيت ... وهموم الروضة ... و الزيارات العائلية ... يا الله ما بعرف كيف بدي لحق احضر أفلام كرتون و اعمل وظائفي و عذبها للماما و العب على الكومبيوتر ... انو يعني ضروري نام بالليل ...
على كل حال هي هي قصتي باختصار ...

. و بتمنى انو ما كون عطلتكن ... و بتمنى كمان انو تكونو نستيو شوي

هموم و مشاغل الحياة ...
يالله .. إلى اللقاء في حلقة قادمة ...

الأمورة: زينة

Seriously... what would you do if you were in my shoe …?

Ok … I did something horrible, and I tried to fix it ... BUT … I made it worse …
In words, I slapped my best friend's girl-friend … yes... I did … and if you'll ask how or why …? I will say, it was an awful reaction, she came beside me while I was talking on the phone, trying to talk to me, I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I slapped her … and the worst action that I continued my conversation …
Since that time I'm feeling bad, sorry, regret … all kinds of bad feelings … I tried to fix it, but I made it worse …
I want to fix this situation, but I don’t know how, she thinks that I'm bad, and I made it in purpose, these hurt me more, cus I will never hurt a lady, especially a lady like her …
For the moment, the only thing that I can do is saying I'm sorry, this is the 100 time saying I'm sorry …
So … what will you do if you were in my shoe?

A gift for ... Oriental Arabesque

Hello guys ... don't be mad at me, I put this title casue Mais's blog name matching with the gift name ... moreover, she deserves more than this, cus she is always tagging me ;) ... (Alla yojbor bekhatrek ya Maioos ) ....

any way, you guys .. all who like the oriental music ... find the two links below, they are for the most amazing Oriental music ... 2 cd's ... I uploaded them my self to share them with my close friends ... and since that only my close friends are reading my blog ... so you are invited to download them ...

link one: http://mihd.net/imf4j6

link two: http://mihd.net/nglcpz

(click on the link, then, you will find the option request download link in the left-up corner, click on it, then you will find the option download file in the right-top corner)

yalla enjoy them ....

Salam

It was ... amazing ...

Heeeeeeeeey guys ...

i don't know where to start or what to say ... just one word can express ... WoWWWWWWWWW ...

you won't believe how interesting was the flight ...

I will post the pics ... and I will say nothing for the moment ... despite I spent only 24 hours in UAE ... but i saw my friends .. and I had this unusual experience ... flaying in private jet .. 4 seats only .. the pics will be self-explinatory ...

My Manager (The Pilot) and the aircraft before taking off ...

The Aircraft ...

Again the Aircraft ...

In the Sky .. inside the aircraft ...

Inside the aircraft ...

Me ...

Dubai .. night shot ...

Me ... Again ... ;)

yalla guys ... I will tell the details later on ... It was realy amazing ...

Salam

Have a break .. have a trip to Dubai ...

Hey Guys .....

I know that i deserve it ...

I'm going to Dubai tomorrow (Thursday) ... and I will spend the weekend with my friends .. by the way, I hate Dubai since i was working there, but after my departure and being in Doha, sometimes I miss Dubai, and I'd like to go as a tourist not as an Employee, any way, I faced a lot of pressure recently at my work, and it is good time to have a little break, by the way, I will go in Private Jet, since that my company established a new firm, Aviation, so I'm going with my manager in his private jet, moreover, this manager is the pilot also, so, we will be alone in the aircraft, it is small aircraft, single engine .......... wawwwwwwwww ... it will be a very nice experience .... any way, hope that i will enjoy it, and i will try to get some pics ... yalla guys ... see you later ... wish me the luck ,,, salam

What the hell is going on ... ??

I don't know what to say ... but I realy fed up ... I used to deal with my friends as a real friend ... easy .. simple ... honest .. what ever ... but recently, I realized that acting like this, giving the image that I'm cheap ... I realy feel bad ... I've been treated as a THING ... and it is realy hurts ... that's it ...

كلمات ذات معنى

ما أجمل أن تشعر و أنت تجلس مع أنثى، بأنك تجلس مع إنسان مثلك، و ليس مع وعاء للشهوة

Do you know why I hate Pigeons ?

Once I mentioned that I hate birds , and I gave the reason, but as we say in our country (El-7aky mo mtl alshoof) ... I will show you the good morning which I had today ... ya3ny ya fata7 ya 3alim ...

I just wanna know what kind of food this lovely Pigeons had eaten ...

for sure, I spent about 15 minutes cleaning the car ... under the Sun ... with the lovely flys and the nice smell ... Ohhh God ... so ... do you know now why I HATE Pigeons ...

by the way .. this is the car after 15 minutes ...

w tota tota ... khalset al7adota ...

Finaly, I got it ...

Hey guys, If you remember when I was busy with preparing for the IELTS Academic test 2 weeks back, I just wanted to thank the friends who supported me (they know themselvies), and yes, it was a good feeling to know that I have friends (even if I don't know them on personal) ...

by the way, I got 6.5 out of 9 ... it is not very good, but not bad as well ...

I feel nothing since I have a lot of pressure at my work, I even don't have time to read or to comment ...

any way, thanks again and hope that I can do something in return ...

salam

I've been Tagged ... Home made Tag ...

Heey .. I've been tagged by Oriental Arabesque ...

I know that I'm late .. and even if I say I'm busy ... it is not a reason to be late ... so ... sorry Mais, I'll not be late any more (al-toba) ...

so, here we are ...

1- If there was a fire at your house and you could save only one thing (item) what would that be ?

Hmmmm .. it is really hard to chose ... I don't know if the ROOM can be counted as one item .. if not, I will wear my pants quickly and while running, I will take my laptop ... (in this case .. my wallet will be in my pants which includes the ATM & Credit cards, ID ...) I will not think about my mobile, cause I already backed up my data and uploaded online :P ...

2- What is the most embarrassing situation you have been in?LOLLLLLL,I guess there are many situations, and I don't know which one shall I write ,,, Hmmmm, one of my most embarrasing moments was: we were a group at the sea, and after swiming, I took a shower, and then I went out to put my swiming suit to be dry, I put a towel arround my waist, and while walking, one of my friends wanted to make fun with me ... and ...............!!!!! suddenly!!!!!!! ... the towel felled down ...

Oh God .... I will stop here ... you try to imagine what happened ...

3- If you can do over a part of your life, what will you change?

I'll change my 5 years which I spent in the University ... and I will study IT NOT Economics ... :(

Thanks Mais .... mnrdellek yaha belafra7 ... alla yojbor be khatrek ...

Incomplete Story ...

Today I had some time to remember my old diary, so I was memorizing the papers in my mind .. then, I stopped on one page .. I was 18 when I first discussed this topic with myself …
The topic was the Female, and the injustice life …
I always support the female in general, cause I can feel inside that she really needs this support, we have borne in Male society, and we used to feel the difference between Females & Males, even when we try to liberate our minds and to demand the equality between the genders, BUT, believe me, it is impossible, we will not be able to get rid of what we have deep in our minds, I'm not trying to blame any one, but I want to mention some points to show to what limit the female is living injustice life …
Congratulation … you've got a cute baby... she is adorable girl … and the story begins, she is a girl and she has to wear our fixed oriental dress, the girl is growing up, asking her mother, how did I come to this world, the answer, ironic smile on the mother's face, and a bluffly answer, later on, the girl asking, what is that THING that my cousin X has, again, tricky answer, later on, Mom I want to play with the boys in the neighborhood, the answer, NO, it is not suitable, you are a girl, and you must not play with boys … L
She is 10 years old now, mom, I want to go playing with my friend, he is a cute boy and he is sitting next to me in the class, the Mom shouted: No, it is a shame, you are not suppose to play with boys, it is a shame …
Now she is 13, she has a cramping... Then run to the bathroom, she feels something wrong, something new, and something she never knows about it before, the girl look at herself, with terrifying face, what is this, I'm going to die, I'm bleeding, Mom, what is going on ?? the mom answer, don't worry girl, you will know later, it is normal, the girl is crying, still can't believe what is going on …
Now, she is a teenager, and the story goes on, every thing is forbidden, shame, not allowed …etc
She likes her friend, start dreaming, how she can see him, how can she talk to him, what she will say, Daydreaming, then the mother comes to get her back to the earth …
She is in high school now, dreams become so close to be real, she is dreaming , the moment when she will be in the collage, the freedom, she will be able to go out to study, to meet her friends, but again, the same words, Shame, not allowed, …
She even may study due to her mother wish … any way, she will finish her collage, and she will be lucky if her parents will be generous enough to let her go out for work …
I will stop here, and let you continue this story, the story of about 90% of Females in our place …
I don’t remember the exact reason that made me write about this topic, but I can remember these words clearly, I have read them some where:
"Being a woman is a pain, feeling pain when you're growing up, feeling the same pain when you fall in love, and suffer a lot when you will be a mom, BUT, the severe pain ever, is a woman can't feel these pains …"
Any way, I'm always thinking of this topic, so, you will see another posts talking about this issue, and this one is just an old post I wrote it someday in my diary …
To be continued …

I'm Back ...

Hello guys ...
sorry for being late this time but i'm sure that you will excuse me for this absence, actually i was studying the last week for my test (IELTS Academic), it was really tough, and i don't know if i will get a good score, any way, I'm here again.
and you will see my posts soon ....

salam

It happened to me ... I had an accident :(

God damn it … yes I did it … I had an accident … it was 9:36 P.M, I was waiting in the line to enter an internal road to go to the coffee shop, it was my turn, then a Toyota Land Cruiser tried to steal my turn, but I insist, and he does, then guess what happened …. Craaaaaaaaaaash … we hit each other, then he tried to escape... but I followed him, then he stopped in a parking and I did, I told him: did you notice what happen ?? he said: yes, and do what ever you want, I said I will call the police, he said: then, do, I'm sitting in the café shop and do whatever you want, I called the police, can you believe, I called them 4 times and waited for over than 2:30 hours, and each time they say: we are coming, then the guy show up again, he surprised that the police didn’t come, so he gave me his business card, he is a big guy in the country, he said no problem, I will send to you an officer from my office to follow up the issue tomorrow better than waiting for nothing ….
So, I'm here now, in bad mode, writing, but saying: thank God, no body got hurt or injured, and tomorrow we will go to police center to finish the paper work then to fix the damages … Oh … what to say but, thank God

Lunar Eclipse Tomorrow .. Don't miss it ...

Hey All ...

a Lunar Eclipse will take place tomorrow (3rd of March), it will start at 22:16 (Damascus time) and it will last uo tp 5 hours ...

i think it deserves staying up ... for me .. i will watch it .. i will go to the sea coast and will invite a friend ... i will bring coffee ... i'll play some music .. may be Fairouz and some oriental music ... and watch while sitting in the car ...

Oh .. I can't wait untill tomorrow ...

Which sport car I AM ... a stolen post ;)

Nice post .. I stole it from Oriental Arabesque ;)
I did this test .. and below the result ...

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

I Have Been Tagged ... Taggmania

Hey ... I've been tagged by Oriental Arabesque (Thank you Mais w allah yjbor be khatrek)... so below i'm trying to respond ...

1. My name: Mais.
2. Where did we meet? On my blog.
3. How well do you know me (a lot, not so much, not at all)? Not so much.
4. When you first knew me what was your first impression? Actually, I can't say that I have a first impression since I didn't have any direct conversation, even online, but in general, I have a good impression about you, may be because of your simplicity.
5. Am I shy or outgoing? As I see, you are outgoing person
6. Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules? You are in the middle
7. Do you consider me a friend? almost.
8. If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be? Baby girl.
9. What song(if any)reminds you of me? Aw2at ya donia – Mohamad Fouaad.
10. Do I remind you of any characters on TV? Yes, but I don’t know her name, she is acting in ED, it is showing on ONE TV, that lawyer, he has a friend with brown hair, I don’t know why I imagine that you act like her.
11. A feature that you like about me: friendly, sensitive, your simplicity, your mind.
12. A feature that you dislike about me: using the word "THEM" instead of "HIM".
13. If you could give me anything, what would it be? My friendship.
14. If we spent a day together…..where would we go and what would we do? Well, we can go for a ride by my car, listen to music, go to KORNEESH, and then you will decide if you can bear me another hour for lunch.
15. If you could describe me in one word, what would it be? Following.
16. What word do I say all the time? THEM .
17. which of the posts I posted on my blog do you like the most? Me and my jeans.
18. which of the posts I posted on my blog do you like the least? Not so far.

Hope that i did well in here ...

yalla see you later

Say Mabrook to me ... :(

Oh god .. just today i mentioed this issue ...

then suddenly I discovered this ...

Wawaaaa .. i feel wawaaa in my pocket ...

:(

To be or to ..... BE

I don't know why I always write about the annoying things, I'd like to write something to cheer up, but, Oh God, it is out of my hands for the moment.
Any way, I mentioned before that I'm Syrian and I'm proud for being Syrian, and since I left Syria, I faced a repeated situation which always makes me lose my temper.

First scene:

I'm at work, a client entered the office, he was Lebanese, asking for some details, the dialogue was in English , I sat with him, with a respect smile on my face, providing him with each and every detail he needs, then after finishing, he asked me: are you Lebanese ?, the smile disappeared from my face, and said: NO, I'm Syrian, he was surprised – I don’t know why- and said: really, you must be Lebanses, I said: yes, do you have anything against me ? He confused and apologized in low voice.

Second scene:

I was talking to hotel manager, she was a pro-Lebanses lady -she was Italian lady got married to a Lebanese man- any way, I arranged what I need, then at the end of the call, I told her: happy saint RITTA anniversary (it was 22nd of May 2006, and I know that Christians celebrate this occasion) … then she was shocked, she told me: how do you know about this Italian saint?, I told her I just know, then she asked: you must be Lebanese … I said NO I'm NOT, I'm Syrian, but why you asked such a weird question? She also confused then she said: this is not a familiar occasion. Then I said: so what? That means Lebanese must know these information and Syrian NOT??
Then she tried to fix up the situation, so she said: you must be Christian; again: wrong choice, NO I AM NOT, then she was speechless for a while, then she told me, any way Ziad, regarding your request, it is really hard, but, consider it done … I said: come on, are you telling me that because of this coincidence that I know this occasion you will help me in this ?, then she said: no, but I liked your way of talking, then after a while, I got a call from her office, and everything was done.

I also have many situations like these 2, but I will write only these, I just wanted to say:
Why we – as SYRIANS- must be treated like this?? How come if any body of us acts like a gentle woman/man will accuse to pretend as a Lebanese? I'm not Lebanese and I will never pretend to be a Lebanese, I'm Syrian, and proud for being the guy who I am.
So my friends, can you ask yourselves this question? Why we are treated like this when we are abroad?

Reasons to survive ... To stay alive

Hello guys...
Sorry for being late this time, I was in bad mood recently, any way, I feel better now...
I was under the hot water today having a shower, when an idea came across my mind, why I'm doing this to myself, feeling bad, frustrated, angry, what ever ... this idea told me why didn't I remember some events that affected to my life, so, I decided to write today about the most critical events in my life, that made me feel that I have to live, cause may be I'm blessed ;) ...

1- I will go back to the year of 1983, I was a cute baby as my mother keep saying (al-2red be 3een emmo 3'azal) ... and we were at our house in Tijara (Damascus) ... I was playing, then I felled down and hit my head to the ground, unfortunately, no body notice that I was bleeding, after one hour, my dad walked near me, and then shouted, " what the hell is this" ... my blouse was red the back side was covered by blood, they took me to the hospital, and the doctor had to use forceps to cut the skin and remove a disgusting clot ... and up to date, I still have this scar at the back of my head to remember how lucky I was that my dad noticed that I was bleeding.

2- after we shift from Damascus, we lived in Banias, and I was 5 years old in the nursery school, they took us in a trip, we were so happy, then, we hit a very slope road, suddenly, the bus stopped, and start falling down, I remember that event clearly, as if it was yesterday, it was the year 1986, and I still remember the driver's voice "3ammo TALAL" asking "Miss. BADRYA" to try going down and put a stone behind the wheel, but she couldn't ... mean while, the bus start tipping over from the top of the road until we settled down at the bottom, I remember the feeling of dizziness, after seconds the yelps started, we were about 24 kids in that bus, and all start shouting and crying, after a while, flames started to come out of nowhere, same time a military truck was around, thank god, the rookies ran to the bus, and start breaking the windows by their muddy shoes and stones, they hardly entered the bus, and start pulling out the kids, some kids stepped over me, I didn't know what was going on, then, I remember his face, the bald head and the mustache, he broke the window and pull me out of the bus, the took us away, after few minutes, an explosion took place, it is the bus, the only thing that we can see in stead of the bus is dark steam with flames …
One boy passed away in that accident, his name was Ziad (same like mine), and one girl was seriously injured, her name was Kholod …
I don’t know if it was a good luck, but a friend of my uncle was there, so he called my uncle, and he came to pick me on his motorcycle, he dropped me at home, my mother was waiting in behind the window, she was dying to see what happen, when she saw me, she jumped on the stairs, and hold me, we sat on the floor and start crying together, I told her: "MOM, I'm sorry, I lost my new bag, I kept half of my ZA'ATAR sandwich and cucumber in it" then without a word, she hold me to her chest and cried more and more …
My eye-lashes were burned, and some of my hair also, my upper under-wear was cut, and I don’t know how, and I lost my hand bag, it was dark blue and some red, and a football player was painted on it …

3- I fond of fishing, and I'm a good fisherman, so, once I went with three friends to have another kind of fishing, so, we took a very big wheel full of air, to load our tools on it, the tools were 4 cages as a trap for fish, and since I have the swimming tools, so, I volunteered to look after the fishing tools and push them to the fishing location, it was around 1 kilometer away from the sea shore, it was very hard to swim with such extras, any way, we reached the location, and we put these cages at the depth of almost 12 meters, after we finished, my friend told me:" you look tired, so give me your swimming tools and I will look after the floating wheel." I said okay, then he took them all, and went back to the shore, I said to myself, I will take a rest then I'll go back, I noticed that the draught was pulling me deeper and pushing me far away, so I start swimming to go back to my friends, I passed around 500 meters behind my back, then suddenly, my muscles start shrinking, and I couldn't move any more, I said to myself: "this is the end, you idiot, how come you let them took the tools and you tired, you can’t make it." I stopped for a while, thinking, if I will panic, I will drown soon, so, I relaxed as much as I can, and said to myself:" I will never die like this, I have a lot to do" then, I put my face towards the water, and start swimming like a robot, no thinking, after a while I couldn’t feel my arms and chest muscles, but it's ok, it is better, I kept on swimming like this, more than 1 hour for 500 meters, I raised my head, I saw some rocks, oh god, I made it, and when I reached the first rock, I laid on it as if it is a sleep comfort mattress, I laid, looking to the blue sky, smiling, I'm alive …

4- also, once, I arranged with my friends to go to LATTAKIA, so we agreed to go at 4 O'clock, and one of my friends (as usual) delayed us, so we moved on 4:30 instead of 4, and I start yell at my friend and blame him cause he delayed us, until we saw something on the road that made me calm, a serious accident, same transportation company, we stopped, asked for details, it was the bus who lift on 4, a lot of people injured and some died, my friend looked at me, smiled, and I shut up …

5- when I was in high school, I used to go with some one everyday by his motorcycle, one day, he told me, shall we go ?, I said:" I don’t feel like going, you go, and I'll catch you later." He left 9:55 a.m, I got a call after 10 minutes, he made an accident, and, he passed away …

6- the last one for today, it happened one year back, I was in Dubai, I met my friends, we agreed to go out, we sat in Ebn Batota mall, then the guy whom I supposed to go with him asked me to go, I told him:" let me stay for a while, and I will go with another friend to meet you later." He said: okay, after a while, I got a phone call, he made accident, the car cancelled, and the front seat where I was supposed to sit was completely destroyed.

All these events are real; I summarized them just to see how lucky I am.

So, after all this memories hit my mind, I discovered that my life deserves, I don’t know if what happen to me is a kind of good luck, or it is fate… whatever, I discovered that I'm here to do something and I must NOT live like this, I have to improve everything … thank god, for looking after me…
Oh .. The water became a little bit cold; I have to go working …

Five obstacles ...

I have been tagged by Oriental Arabesque to name five obstacles i faced when i started my blog ...
mmm ... i feel that i'm in the corner ... cus i may copy some of yours ... any way ... let see ...

1- Being lazy, and don't know what to post or how to post, i have a lot of ideas, BUT, (ana kaslan), finally, i got the suitable motivation (which i'm not gonna tell you about it) ... so, i'm here, and to be honest, i'm happy for being here.

2- I still feel shy when i see that other bloggers puting a lot of nice accessories (7arakat 7elwey) and i don't know how :( ... i'm trying to improve myself.

3- being worry that what i'm posting is not matching with the readers interests, so, it is not that much encouraging when i'm posting for myself ... (7elwey hay .. 3ajabtny)

4- Ahh ... here we are ... i lived a long time alone, and i never used to share my feelings with anyone, so, it is not comfortable and easy for me to change my life style.

5- the antitheis between my personality online and in the real life, cus in the real life i have to be in specific type to survive, and here .. i'm just who i'm ...

It was really hard to write these five points ... so, mmmm, i'm thinking who must be the next victim ... (as if i know a lot of bloggers, but i don't) ...
any way, i will tag the first person who tagged me ... so yalla ya SHAM ... you have tagged ...

A Gift for each and every SYRIAN ...

Hi,

I wanted to share this fantastic poetry, of Saeed Akel, a Lebanese poet.
this post dedicated to SHAM ;) ... our sham ... Damascus ..


قرأتُ مجدَكِ في قلبي و في الكُتُـبِ
شَـآمُ ، ما المجدُ؟ أنتِ المجدُ لم يَغِبِ
إذا على بَـرَدَى حَـوْرٌ تأهَّل بي
أحسسْتُ أعلامَكِ اختالتْ على الشّهُبِ
أيّـامَ عاصِمَةُ الدّنيا هُـنَا رَبطَـتْ
بِـعَزمَتَي أُمَـويٍّ عَزْمَـةَ الحِقَـبِ
نادتْ فَهَـبَّ إلى هِنـدٍ و أنـدلُـسٍ
كَغوطةٍ مِن شَبا المُـرَّانِ والقُضُـبِ
خلَّـتْ على قِمَمِ التّارِيـخِ طابَعَـها
وعلّمَـتْ أنّـهُ بالفتْـكَـةِ العَجَـبِ
و إنما الشعـرُ شرطُ الفتكةِ ارتُجلَت
على العُـلا و تَمَلَّـتْ رِفعَـةَ القِبَبِ
هذي لها النصرُ لا أبهى، فلا هُزمت
وإن تهَـدّدها دَهـرٌ مـنَ النُـوَبِ
و الانتصارُ لعَـالي الـرّأسِ مُنْحَتِمٌ
حُلواً كما المَوتُ،جئتَ المَوتَ لم تَهَبِ
شآمُ أرضَ الشّهاماتِ التي اصْطَبَغَتْ
بِعَـنْدَمِيٍّ تَمَتْـهُ الشّـمْسُ مُنسَـكِبِ
ذكّرتكِ الخمسَ و العشـرينَ ثورتها
ذاكَ النفيرُ إلى الدّنيا أنِ اضْطَـرِبي
فُكِّي الحديدَ يواعِـدْكِ الأُلى جَبَهـوا
لدولةِ السّـيفِ سَـيفاً في القِتالِ رَبِي
و خلَّفُـوا قَاسـيوناً للأنـامِ غَـداً
طُوراً كَسِـيناءَ ذاتِ اللّـوحِ والغلَبِ
شآمُ... لفظُ الشـآمِ اهتَـزَّ في خَلَدي
كما اهتزازُ غصونِ الأرزِ في الهدُبِ
أنزلتُ حُبَّـكِ في آهِـي فشــدَّدَها
طَرِبْتُ آهاً، فكُنتِ المجدَ في طَـرَبِي


I love you ... my SYRIA

Quiz Award ...

Hello friends,

due to my promise for the quiz, now, you can download the latest CD of Norah Jones, no passwords, no download tickiting, and don't forget that "Dancing Solo" who got the answer first, any way, the second pic still waiting to be recovered.


enjoy the CD ...

salam

Norah Jones- Not Too Late (2007)


1. Wish I Could

2. Sinkin' Soon

3. Sun Doesn't Like You, The

4. Until The End

5. Not My Friend

6. Thinking About You

7. Broken

8. My Dear Country

9. Wake Me Up

10. Be My Somebody

11. Little Room

12. Rosie's Lullaby

13. Not Too Late

CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE ALBUM

Life is changed ... I miss you my diary

when i was a teenager, i used to write down my feelings, thoughts and everything i face in my diary, just like what I'm doing now, to write down the same things in my blog same like the other bloggers, but today i asked myself a question; what is the difference between the two types? i used to tell all my secrets to my diary, it kept them, safely, it held my tears when i felt bad, and share my happiness when i was, i lived a life with each paper of it, i used to feel bad when a tear would drop on any page, cus the ink will make a dark spot, i used to use a liquid ink pen, it was silver it was "Waterman" ... i also loved it "the pen" , it was writing without my help, it felt what i was going through ... it helped me with the diary to prove to myself that I'm exist, and they are still in my lucked drawer, safe and still keeping my secrets. and now, we are using our blogs, the virtual life, writing down everything we can think about, and waiting the others to share their comments, poor us, poor me, there is no relation between me and my feelings, i can write down my words where ever I'm, i only need a computer and internet access, i may use your, her, his computer, what ever, it doesn't matter, i bet, that i can know what i feel by one look to the handwriting, but is there anybody can tell me if She/He can feel anything through the typing ... we lost the soul of writing
we are fake, writing just to write, just to show off, we are reflecting what we are pretending to be, not what actually we are .... Damn you virtual life ... i miss you my diary

Quiz ... Award Announcement ...

Helloooooo ....

I was laying on my bed ... then ... suddenly, a very nice idea hit my mind ...

So, below you will find 4 photos, for two objects, i will offer One CD as an award for the winner if She/He guess one of the objects, and i will offer THREE CD's for the winner if She/He guess the two Objects.

Object Number one:

Object Number Two:

All are invited for this quiz ...

i will be happy to get your answers ... don't forget .. a good award is waiting ....

salam

Finally ... SIX things you don't know about Me ...!!!

Hellooooo ... i admit this time, i tried hard to avoid writing about me .. (don't ask me why) ...
no BUT's this time ... i decide, i will write 6 things you don't know about me.
i spend too much time thinking what to write, so, you may find another six later on, any way, for the moment, I'll start:

1- i set-up this blog because of special person, of course this person is SHE, so, no problem I will be honest, she didn't force me :(, mmmm, in the matter of fact, she motivated me ;) , so I set-up this blog.

2- it is very hard to me to say "I love you" ... for me, it means commitment, it is not a temporary or accidental event or feeling.

3- I love driving fast as well as playing music loudly, I'm trying to quit this bad habit, cus each time i see the flash in the rear mirror I say to myself " oh god ... another radar = another 300 Riyals" :( ... it is painful ... i have to pay many "300"s ... Ahhh ... I feel sick ...

4- During my life, i lived in 6 cities, 3 in Syria, 3 in Gulf ... and for the moment, I'm living in Gulf, but my heart in Syria .. i even save time and money to go to Syria in each and every vacation i can get, i went to Syria 3 times in the last 18 Months ;)

5- My life is soooooo virtual, I entered the virtual world in the year of 1999, and now, i start to feel that I'm turning into virtual person, specially that i didn't have any physical relationship (don't go so far, i mean i didn't date any girl) since 5 years ... oh god, i feel petty for myself, it is really hard to be virtual, you love and beloved, BUT, still virtual... oh .... my life sucks ....

6- i can't live without computer provided with internet, it is in my blood, in words, i addicted to internet ... and through my many years of downloading experience ... some times I start to believe that i can download anything from the internet, but any way, i have a good habit by offering my help for any demander ... so don't hesitate if you need anything ... ;) ...

i feel good now ... finally .. i did it ... 6 things about me ... oh God ... yesssssssss .....
By the way, I have tagged for this post by Sham couple of weeks ago ...

Thanks for reading ...

What is called ... TABOO

Hello …
Once again I'm here, but this time, I'm here as a reaction for something happened to me recently, I won't give (things you don't know about me) as some bloggers did, but I will try to think loudly, even if I'll seem as a fool.
Recently, I faced a lot of new things in my life, and these things related to our Arab taboo, (religion, sex and politics).
I realized that I'm a typical Syrian, simple, and honest, no complexity, just typical, as I have been raised in oriental society, so I drink it with the water, and became this person who is speaking now.
I will try to start by our taboo, and then I will try to find out with your help, why it is called taboo.

For the religion, no one of us can chose where to born or what religion he/she will have, so, it is out of hands, then I discovered that religion doesn't matter for what we are on the earth, the reality is only bad people who we called them extremists are giving the bad image of any religion or denomination, so, for me, I liberate my self from this feeling, and I'm dealing with anybody as a Syrian, as a man.
I just want to know, how come we are forbidden to talk or even to think of such things, what is the use of treating each other as his/her denomination, it is awful, and I hope that I will live to see such a day, but at the same time I'd like to thank the people who left these bad things behind their backs.

And now, I will go to the second taboo in our society, SEX, for me, as a part of this society, I used to refuse sex as a normal behavior, and to be honest, I still can't get along with the idea, despite I'm trying to accept it, the idea that I'm one of the demanders of equation between the women and men, but for me, it is just like removing a mask became a part of my face, and it is really hard to remove it, you may ask me why I'm saying this, or why to live with such pain, here, I will answer that: as I mentioned above, the equation between the genders, will treat the women just like men, and as I'm talking about sex, I refuse to accept that the guy who slept with many girls is a MAN, and the women who slept with one guy is a WHORE !!! But unfortunately, this is our society viewpoint, which is totally wrong, at the same time, virginity means nothing nowadays, because it doesn’t mean the standard of being pure or innocent, also here, I'd like to add a new idea which has been refused by most of friends I already discussed them about it, which is the man virginity, for me, I think that it is true, for sure it is not physical, but it is moral as well, I'm sure that it is strange idea, but I believe in it any way, I didn’t notice that I dropped a very important idea, the idea that the human body has its needs, it is by nature, the need to eat, to drink, to breath and …… to have sex, I admit, it is a need, but we are trying to close our eyes and treat it as a lust same as a sin, the woman has this need same as men but why we forgive the man if he feeds his lust or desire, but we will never forgive the woman if she does the same, so, with respect, we are living in illusion, same time, we are all blaming our society, but, we forget that we are the society, I know that this discussion is not enough for this topic, so I think that I will get back to it later on.

And now, I'll shift my tongue and fingers to the third taboo in our society, POLITICS, and Ohhh … what to talk about it, it might be more dangerous than the previous points; you may ask why it is so dangerous?? And I'll say that politics is a mixture of the previous points, and if we want to analyze it: politics needs ideologies and ideologies need believes, and these believes depend on the logical understanding of the main contents of the society which mainly -but not limited- consist of Religion & SEX, at the same time, we can't hide the truth that our society (SYRIA) is almost traditional one, so, it isn't easy or it is almost impossible to convince this society to accept the liberal ideas especially against sex, I'll be glad if I'll see a day when we will be sexless, dealing as humans only, but so far, it is a dream.
I know that my ideas might be dizzy, but I'm trying to give an image of our new generation which I belong to, who is hanging between the liberal thoughts and the traditional life we are living.
I hope that I clarified my ideas as well, and really hope to find a solution for the new shape of our life, this shape that is demanded by the new generation but refused by most of our society.
Please accept my respect, and I'm sorry if I hurt any one directly or indirectly, and really hope to find a good solution.

Ziad

Very Nice article ...

Hey guys,

below you will find an article i read it in www.sy-n.com

it is very nice, i've been touched since i read it, so i wanted to share it with you.

with all my respect and gratfeul for the author (N. Al-Hamwi):

Ohh .. I really love you .... my SYRIA ...

يوم من أيام حياتي... ن. الحموي

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نعم أنا بحاجة لبعض الوقت مع نفسي الأمر الذي بات عملةً صعبة في أيامنا المزدحمة بالمسؤوليات و بالأشخاص الذين من حولنا...
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نعم لقد عدت إلى ذلك الوقت بالذات حيث كنت أرجو جدتي لتأخذني معها إلى سوق الجمعة (سوق الشيخ محي الدين) و أمام إلحاحي و رغبة أمي و خالاتي ببعض الوقت الهادئ الخالي من شقاوتي كانت تأخذني معها و هنا فكرت و لم لأ؟ سأذهب إلى سوق الجمعة... و بالفعل ذهبت...
السوق لا يزال تقريباً كما كان فالبسطات المنتشرة هنا و هناك و باعة الخضار، الفواكه، الأطعمة اللذيذة، الأدوات المنزلية البسيطة، الملابس و الاحذية على حالهم يرفعون أصواتهم ليشدوا المارة إليهم فمن: (ريانة يا بندورة، خاين يا طرخون) إلى( 5 بمية المحارم و أي شحاطة بمية و خمسين) و غيرها الكثير الكثير...
كم مررت من هذا المكان و كم مرةً اشترت لي جدتي أساور ملونة و خواتم صغيرة من هذه البسطة بالذات...
مررت من أمام باب الجامع و لم أستطع أن أقاوم رغبتي بالدخول إليه و الصلاة فيه.. كم مرةً كنت هنا مع جدتي لأسمع دعائها لأفراد أسرتنا بالصحة و التوفيق و النجاح و كم مرةً رأيتها تضع مبلغاً من المال في يد هذا و يد تلك...
كم أحبك يا مدينتي و كم أنا مشتاقة لأن أكون معك وحدي رغم أن ذكرياتي تأبى أن تفارقني لتحمل معها صور كل من أحب...
و هنا رن هاتفي الخلوي ليحمل لي صوت زوجي الذي استغرب خروجي من عملي باكراً و قال لي: (شو وينك انشغل بالي عليك؟؟) و أخبرته بمكاني فطلب مني ملاقاته أمام مدخل سوق الحمدية مازحاً: (خلينا نرجع أيام الخطبة) فلطالما قصدنا الشام القديمة لنمشي في حاراتها أيام خطوبتنا...
و كان له ما أراد و هكذا اجتمعنا أمام المدخل لنسير ممسكين بأيدي بعضاً على طول السوق و تحت سقفه و بين محلاته المختلفة لنصل إلى المسكية و من ثم إلى الساحة القريبة من مدخل الجامع الأموي و من ثم إلى القباقبية فالنوفرة فالحارات الضيقة التي تحمل في بيوتها و التي تكاد تتعانق مع بعضها عبق الكثير من القصص و الذكريات لأناس مروا عليها و يمرون عليها إلى يومنا هذا...
صوت أذان العشاء ينبعث من الجامع الأموي معلناً بدء الليل في مدينتي الجميلة مدينتي التي أحبها مدينتي التي أنا جزءٌ منها و هي جزءٌ مني...

و هكذا عدنا إنا و زوجي لنخرج من أمام بائع القطايف العصافيري و هنا بادرني السؤال: ( شو رأيك ناخد شوية قطايف و نروح لعند أهلك؟؟) فاتصلت بأمي لأعلمها بقدومنا و التي أخبرتني بأن جدتي و خالي و خالتي و أولادهم عندها في البيت و هكذا أخذنا القطايف و توجهنا لبيت أهلي...
في بيت أهلي كانت قصة أخرى فقد اجتمعنا كلنا و كان أبي و الذي سمع بقدومنا قد نزل مسرعاً ليشتري (عدة أكلة الفول و التسقية) و التي يحضرها على أصولها و بطريقة تجعلها أكلة لا تقاوم... وقفت مع أبي في المطبخ أراقبه و هو يعد الفول و التسقية بكل حب و يزين صحن المسبحة و صحن الفلافل و يرتب الصحون الصغيرة من الحواضر و المخللات..
أبي يرفض أن يتدخل أحد في إعداده للطعام لذا فقد اكتفيت بمراقبته من بعيد... كم أنت متعب يا أبي و كم كبرت ... لقد اختفى شعرك الأسود تماماً و بدأت يداك ترتجفان...و مع هذا فأنت لازلت تعطينا الكثير من محبتك و رعايتك، تعطينا من كل قلبك الطيب و مع ابتسامة من الرضى و السعادة...
ما أجمل جمعة العائلة و كم تشعرني بالدفء و الأمان و كم أعود طفلةً حين أكون بينهم... أصوات ضحكاتهم، مزاحهم مع بعضهم، قصصهم الممتعة و جمعتهم على سفرة واحدة...لقد كانت سهرةً جميلة.. و الآن هي ذكرى اخرى تضاف إلى أرشيف الذكريات السعيدة...
اليوم اكتشفت بأن أجمل الأوقات هو الوقت الذي أمضيه مع من أحب و في البلد الذي أحب....اليوم اكتشفت بأن لا طعم لحياتنا ما لم نكن مع من نحب بقلوبنا و عقولنا... فحتى حين نكون بمفردنا فإن أطياف من نحب تلاحقنا و ذكرياتنا معهم تأسرنا...
اليوم تعلمت بأن أستمتع بحياتي كما هي و أن أعيش يومي باستمتاع و بكل ما فيه فهو لن يعود إليّ بعد أن يرحل...

I have been attacked ...

Tagged by Sham in Ashrafieh ....

So far, I still believe that nobody is reading my blog yet (but you), anyway, it doesn't matter for me, and I will go on, at least, to prove something to myself.
A couple of days ago, I was reading my favorite blog (Sham in Ashrafieh), there, I found a request to vote, it was about the Arabism, so I did, I voted for the Arabism as an ILLUSION, and for that, I let her down.
So, let me give my viewpoint, I, as an Arab, I used to believe in Arabism, because I was reading the history books, when the Arabs were the pioneers of Science, Medicine, chemistry, …. And the most important thing, they were moralistic.
Then, when I started to realize what is going on the ground, I was shocked, yes, totally shocked, I'm proud for being Arabic, and honored to be Syrian, but if you look logically, look at what is going on in the Arab world, in Iraq, in Lebanon, in Palestine, it makes me feel sorry for them and for myself, don't go mad, but look at what is going on, the are killing themselves, civil wars, conspiracies, do you think that this will allow your dream of Arabism to come true ??!! I'm really sorry for saying this, but this is the truth, so please, if you can convince me to change my mind, I will be glad to do, I don't like to be just Syrian, I want to be: Arabic Syrian.
I gave you summarized viewpoint, cus this case is so complicated and needs a lot of pages to explain, but at least, I think that I gave you a simple explanation for my opinion, and I will be waiting for your reply.

Ziad

So Razan .. now it is your turn to be tagged