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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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