Temetwir

2008-01-14T15:40:00.001-08:00

ذا لاي ان اول اوف اس

"The person you think you are, the person people think you are, the person you really are, and the person you want to be.
That's life pretty much summed up right there, and I'm here to do you a favour. In telling you that none of them exist. They're four parts to the simplest of complications that can have no function due to the unforgiving fact that they can never hold value to ever constitute variables added to equate a changing consequence accordingly. If they all did exist, that would make you a hypocrite. But if they don't exist, which take my word for it, they don't; then you're shit out of luck and wasting everybody's space and time.
Lovers? Husbands? Wives? Family? Friends? Sure, if that's what you want to call them. Reality would contend that, inside, they know just as well as you do that you're all merely in mutual agreement on not to call each other out on the lies you live by.
Consider. You had it all mixed up all these years. Enemies are indeed your best friends since they're the only reminder you recieve that you can't fool everybody with juggling between the four potentials. Way I see it, you don't hate your enemies because they don't like you. You hate your enemies because you can't have what they have: seeing you for who you really are: fractions of an unexisting entity. Challenging the sheer consideration of presence, let alone memories and experience.
There is nothing to be proven. It is already known. It's just a matter of how brutally honest one can really be with an imaginative oneself. Consider. The only reason you hold on to all your convictions of the validity and right of a single you, who and what you are, as if you are holding on to dear life, is because you are in fact holding on to dear life. Perspective-based, that is. Hence, reality is a notion that never actually realized in itself."

2007-12-03T01:52:00.000-08:00

غرووّنق أب أن-تايملي

Tip of the side of your eyes, to the border of the temple, there goes the first thing which sort of levels when you lose something. A curve of inclination retracts, and fades, a subdued hint of an approaching nose-dive-like parameter of your lips appears. Only thing separating it from a complete utter frown is the tension you have in the back of your jaw, stretching out your cheeks in a ghostly manner, yet still showcases the epitome of basic human emotions. Feeling loss is one thing you can both alter to what extent affects you, or to what consequence it ensues based on how you deal with it. But that's about all you can really do. With sharper eyes, perfect horizontal symmetry of the mouth blurring any attempt at smiles, a locked jaw to the lower set of your teeth, and a slightly more apparent slanted nose because you forget to take your breath every couple of seconds since you're too busy dwelling in memories. When you lose something, there's nothing you can do about looking the part. When you lose your mother, you are the fucking part.

2007-08-30T18:55:00.000-07:00

المتر جم يطق؟

Things that tend to get on my nerve and almost always get me into trouble when discussing. But then again that may be due to the fact that I don't dis-anything, and tend to do a lot of the cussing:

Self-claimed liberals iterating their disapproval of the activities held by self-claimed islamists that are directed at the youth (camps and what not). As they spend, you spend. And no, dinners 3ala sharaf eflaan ely tawah rad mn el3elaaj don't count, nor do the news conferences held as a reaction to something self-claimed islamists originally threw in the field begging you to hold a conference in reaction to. Conclusion: disapproving the outcome of what others initiate does not hinder the continuance of similar initiations in the future, nor does it undo the effect it has already founded for you to see and comment on in the outcome. Initiate something other than insisting on kissing the lady's cheek when you greet her eb jam3eyat elkhereejeen o enshala mako ela kel khair.
A girl gaining extra points on the Hot or Not scale depending on the brands she's wearing, or the car she's driving. So I'm just gonna come out and say it since I'm sporting the 18+ icon up there on the screen: I don't get the attraction in wanting to fuck a Miu Miu bag, nor the behind of a new Maserati. What ever happened to being sort of an old school, more of a legs kinda guy.
People insisting on telling me things like: "carbohydrates are the reason why i'm not losing weight, so i cut them down from my diet" when we talk working out routines and nutrition; and then as an alternative to cutting down carbs, they order 20 chicken nuggets from Themanya o Thimaneen (peeling the skin off before eating, in their defense) with their reasoning being: "bet3alem dr 7sain dashti ya3ni?". Eeh wala ba3alma shlon ya3ni, khal yedig 3alay ..
The thesis: "ent e7mid rabik, 3ayish a7san 3eesha belkwait, kelshay metwafir lek fa lateg3ad te6la3ly eb sowalef demogra6eya o majlis ma majlis, khal ye7elona o neftak mara wa lel abad". Mofo, the one thing making us 'na7mid rabna ena 3aysheen belkwait' is whatever rights issued by default to yourself and I (as citizens or otherwise) in the constitution.Tabi talqi elmajlis, talqi eldistoor. Talqi eldistoor, talqi the rights given to you that make in turn enek 'ta7mid rabik' laish 3ayesh belkwait. *blank*
Idolizing politicians. Be it on the grounds of their long history in the field (read: a7mad ilse3doun), or their newly known stances on certain issues which happen to coincide with how you feel/think. In both short term and long, the only thing idolizing politicians will do is just weaken your arguments. Appreciate, but nothing more.
Just as much: expressing unrelenting animosity and hostility towards the other politicians who bat for the other team (that came out wrong). Same reason as afore mentioned.
Whining about the Kuwait stock exchange as lacking this or that, and only being suitable for eflaan o falantaan. All it is is incompetence on your part when it comes to understanding/researching the: what, when, and who. 3ashaw rab3 elsoug..
You studied abroad, you graduated, you came back, and now you are stunned from the state your country is in. No harm done. But stop acknowledging the problems, and start addressing them. Otherwise, shut the fuck up if you can't initiate an argument without basing it on anything different than "ayam kent bamreeka ..", "lama kena bebrai6anya ..", "we7na shella eb faransa .."

I conclude with saying something that has just occured to me o kelesh malah sheghel bely foug abad: new meaning can be added to one's understanding of guilt when one makes a baby cry. And new found purpose can be found in one's life when one makes a baby clap and sing (as far as 'singing' for a baby goes)

2007-04-01T16:11:00.000-07:00

سبعتعش ربيع الأول إن أدفانس

A few days-early-a-post depending on the way I swing, but thought I would (share and) focus on this part of a poem I read just now nonetheless. Says a lot of things about a lot of things if you make the connection.

البعض يزعم ان عيدك بدعة
ونفوسهم بقيامه لم تسعد
والاحتفال به يعد تجاوزا
وجوازه في الدين غير مؤكد
حتى الزيارة لا يجوز أداؤها
لك بل يتم أداؤها للمسجد
هذا لعمري فعل كل مكابر
ظهر الجفاء بنهجه المتجمد
لولاه لم تك للمساجد حرمة
أو أشرقت سبل الهدى لموحد
لكنه الجهل المقيت لأنفس
جبلت على أغوار معدنها الصدي

قصيدة للعم علي المتروك

Because this is a dear celebration and I would not mind bringing it home early, and since I admire the poet, here is the rest of the poem as published bel Qabas on April 2nd, 2007 with my own colouring (bedoon la 'a6alli3 bara') for an easier read and following of verse.

قالت عرفتك للقريض مرددا
فعلام صمتك يوم عيد المولد
إني عهدتك للقوافي مالكا
تنساب بين يديك كالغصن الندي
ما غيرت منك الليالي خافقا
شغفا بآل محمد ومحمد
فتعال ننشد يوم أشرق نوره
فلكم يطيب به النشيد لمنشد
فالعيد لطف الله نحو عباده
بدر يضيء بنوره المتوقد
العيد آيات تنور دربنا
ومبادئ غراء لم تستورد
والعيد وحدانية وعبادة
وبشارة للخاشعين السجد

إيه قوافي الشعر كيف لشاعر
أن يهتدي سبل المديح بمنجد
والله جل جلاله أسرى به
وهو المشفع بالخلائق في غد

فإذا صمت تهيبا عن مدحه
لعظيم هيبة مجده المتفرد
وإذا شدوت تيمنا وتبركا
لا مادحا في عيد مولد أحمد
حبي لآل المصطفى والمصطفى
نهج أدين به وفيه تعبدي

ولدته آمنة فضجت حولها
الأملاك بالبشرى تروح وتغتدي
أرخت عليه ستائرا قدسية
لتعده يوما لأنبل مقصد
جاء المسيح مبشرا بقدومه
والكون أشرق بانتظار الموعد
فتعال ننهل من صفاء معينه
نبعا صفا رقراقه كالعسجد
عم السرور بطاح مكة فارتدت
ثوبا قشيبا مثله لم ترتد
خمدت به النيران وازدهت الربا
وعلا سناء فوق هام الفرقد

ذاك اليتيم فلا نظير لمجده
بهداه كل بني الخليقة تهتدي
وبنور طلعته ينير طريقها
فلطالما عاشت بليل سرمد
كانت دياجير الظلام تلفهم
والجهل يغرقهم بليل أنكد
لا الفكر يجمعهم ليحزم أمرهم
ويقود ركبهم لرأي مرشد
متخاصمون تذيبهم أحقادهم
كالنار يذكيها لهيب الموقد
فإذا بهم بعد الهداية أمة
تهفو إلى سبل العلا والسؤدد
دانت لهم أمم وقامت دولة
كانت بفضل الدين أعظم مرصد

البعض يزعم ان عيدك بدعة
ونفوسهم بقيامه لم تسعد
والاحتفال به يعد تجاوزا
وجوازه في الدين غير مؤكد
حتى الزيارة لا يجوز أداؤها
لك بل يتم أداؤها للمسجد
هذا لعمري فعل كل مكابر
ظهر الجفاء بنهجه المتجمد
لولاه لم تك للمساجد حرمة
أو أشرقت سبل الهدى لموحد
لكنه الجهل المقيت لأنفس
جبلت على أغوار معدنها الصدي

Ta7therny abyaat elshaa3ir 7asaan Bn Thaabit:

أحسن منك لم تر قط عيني وخير منك لم تلد النساء
خلقت مبرأ من كل عيب كأنك قد خلقت كما تشاء

2007-03-22T18:11:00.000-07:00

In So Many Words

"As has been learnt as of late, that indeed what does not live nor last for longer than a fraction of whatever words I may utter, echoes everlastingly in the now vast emptiness of your heart. For that, I am compelled to at last attempt at accepting blame for my actions foreknowingly aware that such will only deepen hurts long gone and worsen the chance for a truce in the future.
Thoughts best described as impure, and intentions far less evil if settled for being called dishonorable, that is what I commit myself to now to describe what I have had towards you. Not that you did not have your suspicions, but a man would like to think that he would go far further distances under the pretense of having led, than of having to follow. A love abused that which obviously has meant everything to you except for the one thing it meant to myself. Nothing. Even in my current state of being consciously attached to the history of who we are and under the liberty I have taken to guess the fondness you had thinking of what we were, I feel nothing. A little bit of shame, perhaps. But not sorrow. A hint of compassion, of course. But not mercy. Fairest is to say things have been the same despite your absence. A dent forever engraved in my being is something which I assume to be for you of unfortune that I report has not occured. Scents, whispers, and touches have meant a lot more.
I believe a woman can go from undying love to absolute hate towards the one who she at a point in time sees clearly was never too fond of her for the same set of reasons she would have rather been appreciated for. With it, comes closure. For that, I write to you this letter sincerely believing that it is a much easier route taken than living with an unattended heart forever," I wrote her back.

2007-01-17T12:07:00.000-08:00

فريبيسنق

"To hell with all the poetry, and too bad for the self claimed trying to put into words a description of the explanation for the state they're in in attempt to sell it for anything but what it truly is; misery. Fuck everything and everyone in between. It's not that complicated nor is it even second to your personal declaration of the non satisfaction you don't get from rapidly extsinguishing the juice of and for your aging process from all the bullshit that got you addicted to living in the first place. Trust, loyalty, honesty deprived. Everyone who ever tried to capture its essence was instead desperately trying to account for all the things immediately lost upon the act of using the single most powerful, certainly most popular drug and excuse of all time. No one ever said it wasn't real. It's just taken for granted. Surely may indeed be a reason for a lot of things that make you feel the world just stopped spinning, taking notice of your glee, that kodak moment only now it's frozen in thought in your drugged out mind for that passing shifting second. But it sure as hell is the one single undisputed reigning force making the planet turn round its axis pushing for all the things the world could do without. Love is freebasing life."

2006-11-18T23:05:00.000-08:00

واتس ان أه بلين

"Life's a lot like being on an airplane. You get to be seated in a shuffle if you don't make something happen for yourself in the form of a request via being connected at the counter. Think of it this way, whoever issues your boarding pass may just as well be those who issue your existence in the first place. I know. And who you sit next to is just as interesting as your chances of winning that new BMW KFC had on promotion - not quite. But the most striking thing about life and being on an airplane are the passengers in First Class. If you haven't been on first class, then that just proves my point - some people made it. Some people didn't. Most even won't. Upon landing at our destination, and if I'm flying First Class, I can take 30 minutes to ponder over the question of whether I should make the decision of finishing this rant, or having the mindless courtesy of stopping and getting up to pack my laptop and bag and leave. For all the sad pricks in Traveller, they just have to wait. They "can't touch this".
If I decide I wanted to take a picture with the stewardess with the nice ass I've been eyeing all trip long just as the plane halts, what can the people in Traveller even do when they don't even know? There's a lot of symbolism in being on a plane, I'll say. Sitting by the aisle, or sitting by the window. What's better. For one thing, if this is Business we're talking about, then it doesn't really matter. People with money to spare tend to kick it off fairly well. So one idiot wouldn't mind budging for the other idiot to pass from or to the aisle. But if you're stuck with crying babies and toddlers who think it's cute that they run up and down, then you're fucked at being on the aisle. Except.
Except if you're one of those guys with arms the size of melons. Being on a plane, or trodding down the journey of life, you're still going to get noticed. People apologize when they bump into you, girls bump into you on purpose, guys try to bump into you to redeem their self esteem. Yeah. Some goes for if you're one of those tiny-waisted, long-legged, wide-eyed young ladies. With emphasis on young. Not so much the other parts.
Then again, everybody gets screwed on the plane just as everybody gets screwed in life. Cabin pressure knows no ticket bearer. Food doesn't taste better the nearer you sit to the front exit. Flight delays happen. In the end, everybody's got to be working for somebody, right?
If you really put your mind to it, planes are the devil. You make the decision you want to get on one, but you can't turn around if you change your mind. You don't choose what you want when you want it. You just take what's given. No matter how much some airliners try to give you the illusion of choice, you're still bound to the number of choices they decided you were worthy of being given. Where you take yourself in life is the same as where you decide to go on a plane. People around you change accordingly, and so do the people who serve you. It's a done deal, really. You just don't know it yet because you haven't come to the conviction that you're in the possession of a one-way ticket either way you look at it."

2006-11-07T12:55:00.000-08:00

ألــِـف

ألــِـف نقطة

2006-11-02T19:22:00.000-08:00

تكرار

She tipped her neck making her way into the walk-in closet, unattaching her right earring and hopping to kick off one of her heels. She caught her reflection in the mirror under the dimmed lighting, and stared hard at the beautiful but angry woman. For the third time in under six minutes, she took out her mobile phone to check if her husband has called. But he didn't. Making it officially the sixth month she has not been in contact with her so-called husband for. Her thoughts halted when she heard the cry of her three month old baby coming from the bedroom.

She held up her tiny little boy and rubbed his back as she rocked him gently on her shoulder. Sitting down on the side of her bed, she drifted in thought to seven months ago. Her body heated up, and she felt a need for a gush of fresh air, but instead she rocked her neck to move her long hair to one side and rested her son in a way she could smell him. The boy was silent again, and she told herself that he knew she too was one who needed to be taken care of. She knew that no matter what happened, her son would never grow up to be like a certain him.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself you ignorant son of a bitch", she heard herself scream in her head eight months ago. She wasn't exactly sure at the time if she was insulted, or if she was hurt. But for her husband to tell her that she should be grateful that he "made it possible that a Kuwaiti citizenship be issued" for her just because he did not want his son to have a "Palestinian" mother was something she never thought could be said, let alone it being said, then again let alone being directed to her. It dawned on her that very moment, she now remembered, that the man she once loved could see her and indeed saw her as everything but a wife. Her body tensed up and she felt trapped inside her skin, trapped in her mind since there has not been much 'lately' she could even begin to think about without making her feel she was about to kill somebody. Until she looked at her beautiful tiny boy, or 'heard' him sleep.

Their, or better yet, her son's birth, she thought, would change everything. At the hospital, she would tell herself that any second now her husband would barge in and apologize, tell her how he never meant anything hurtful he said; and how she would instantly forgive him because she too believed in her heart that he never could have meant to hurt her. Unfortunately, it didn't exactly play out like that.

Having spent two nights at her mother's without any news of the newly decorated "Bo Jasim", she found no other solution but to speak to her "Kuwaiti" uncles, since she insisted that her younger brother be not involved in any way that could make him "be" in trouble for doing this or saying that 'to a Kuwaiti' man. But to no avail. She felt as if her so-called husband did nothing but fuck her, not so literally and literally alike.

She rocked her son some more, and the more she trapped her son into her lock of arm and chest, the more she realized that she was not trapped in her skin nor her mind. She was just trapped. Period.

2006-10-27T18:37:00.000-07:00

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The body rised from the ground, facing down, the arms reclined in harmony with the shoulders and the hands assumed fist-position. The fresh scars sealed the skin perfectly woven as the face lift off from the curb. The fractured nose, the broken teeth, the dandling eye, all were flying back to where they parted. The feet were now straight, the back bent, and the pelvis clicked in mid-air announcing complete recovery.

The cars on the street all rolled opposite to where they were supposed to, facing the right way nonetheless. The body flew backwards, the shoes retouching the flying pieces of glass as if magically attracting the pieces into forming a complete shield. The windshield glass locked the body half inside and half out. As the body flew back, a cut was unmade on the abdomen and the thighs, the right arm and the left eye. The blood as if disappeared into the body's skin, recolouring the hair back to jet black without a hint of red.

The head pushed the neck back and the top of the shoulder hugged the seat. The hands gripped the wheel and the watch's steel casing unscratched from the wood on the dash. The hard smell of burnt rubber fainted, as the cars more slowly now rolled opposite to where they were supposed to.

The wheel turned to the left, rapidly, to the right, faster, and to the left. The wrist squeaked as it was thrusted right then left then right, as if breaking loose and scratching the watch against the dash. The tires let go of the earth and regained life and depth. The foot let go of the brake pedal, springing up and on its way kicked the thigh with the wheel.

The eyes noticed a flashy silver car flying backwards in mid-air returning to the other side of the road. The hands automatically unclutched the wheel, the curb unpainted the black skid of the tires as the car swerved from the middle lane to the right.

He woke up back into a conscious existence and saw it all happen laid out in front of him.

2006-10-15T11:34:00.000-07:00

ملوك الكلام .. كلام الملوك

النفس تبكي على الدنيا وقد علمت * أن السعادة فيها ترك ما فيها
لا دار للمرء بعد الموت يسكنها * إلا التي كان قبل الموتِ بانيها
فإن بناها بالخير طاب مسكنه * وإن بناها بشر خاب بانيها

أموالنا لذوي الميراث نجمعها * ودورنا لخراب الدهر نبنيها
أين الملوك التي كانت مسلطنة * حتى سقاها بكأس الموت ساقيها
فكم مدائنِ في الافاق قد بنيت * أمست خراباً وأفنى الموت أهليها
لا تركنن الى الدنيا وما فيها * فالموت لا شك يُفنينا ويُفنيها

لكل نفس وان كان على وجل * من المنـِية امال تقويها
المرء يبسطها والدهر يقبضُها * والنفس تنشرها والموت يطويها

إنما المكارم أخلاق مطهرة * الدين أولها والعقل ثانيها
والعلم ثالثها والحلم رابعها * والجود خامسها والفضل سادسها
والبر سابعها والشكر ثامنها * والصبر تاسعها واللين باقيها

والنفس تعلم أني لا أصادقها * ولست أرشد إلا حين أعصيها

واعمل لدار ٍ غداً رضوان خازنها * والجار أحمد والرحمن ناشيها
قصورها ذهب والمسك طينتها * والزعفران حشيش نابت فيها
أنهارها لبن محض ومن عسل * والخمر يجري رحيقاً في مجاريها
والطير تجري على الأغصان عاكفةً * تسبح الله جهراً في مغانيها
من يشتري الدار في الفردوس يعمرها * بركعة في ظلام الليل يحييها
ً

شعر للإمام أمير المؤمنين علي بن أبي طالب عليه السلام

2006-10-12T15:19:00.000-07:00

جدث يطفو بالملايين وهي تدعو وا ضيعة الدين

تَفكّر في عليٍ قد ترى فيه الأبابيلَ
بسجيل غدت تُلقى وترمي الجيش والفيلَ
وتَلقى كبش إسماعيل على إبراهيمَ منزولا
وعرشاً جاء في لحظٍ لبلقيس كما قيلَ

نعم ذا حيدر وساقي الكوثر يد الجبارِ
وفي مسعاه وفي أضواه نجاة الساري
عجنا فيه وذبنا فيه بلا إجبارِ
فلا تصلينا به في المحشر جحيم النارِ

هناك الأنبياء كانت بفضل الله في المحكم
بحرف لإسمه السامي لإعجاز غدت تُلهم
فمنهم أنعش الموتى ومن رب العلى كلّم
ولكن ربنا أعطى علياً اسمه الأعظم

هو الكرار هو الأذكار هو الممتازُ
هو الانذار هو الاعصار هو المجتازُ
هو الايمان هو التبيان هو الاعجازُ
هو المرجان هو الريحان هو الانجازُ

للشاعر البحريني عبدالله القرمزي

2006-10-07T19:49:00.000-07:00

ردّ قلبي

He motioned the car through the narrow street paved by either side with cars sideway-ingly facing the walls to the houses of their owners. He mumbled, practicing his lines and changing the tone to test what way would be best if this were a sales pitch. But he knew it wasn't. Yet he still mumbled and practiced the lines, seeking one that sounded just right.
Picking up his phone from the spotless and never used for what it was intended car ashtray, he dialled in the number of his friend. Six digits through, he decided to knowingly choose to press a "7" instead of a "6" for the last digit before calling because he knew that she was now in possession of this number. He knew so because she was his best friend's younger sister.

Shfeeha 3ad, kelha 'alo ha gowa Wlayyid, alo? Aasif hatha mo ragam Waleed? Ee hala wala Arwa, ana Maitham refeej Waleed. La ma3endi shay daag 3ala hal ragam, bas abee atzawejich ya ekht el ..' he told himself.
The first time Maitham saw Arwa was when he made his way through the gates of Kuwait Airport's arrivals, coming back from Spain after a trip with Waleed. This was seven months ago. And he never saw her ever since.
He told himself that he was blowing her image out of proportion, that he just has this idea, not this girl, in his head because he only saw her once. So he never could be serious about what his head told him when he drove, in the shower, before going to bed, waking up, having dinner, and most importanly, when he spent time with his best friend. Waleed.

But since he spent time with Waleed - a lot of time - he was reassured that "Om Waleed's Household's Alumni" were all graduates of the highest standards. There was a reason why Waleed was Maitham's best friend. And now there was a reason why Maitham could not bear himself being Waleed's best friend.
The car rolled slowly to a stop. Maitham still had the "7" completing the phone number, and not Waleed's "6".
Maitham could swear this was the millionth time he had pressed this "7" in the past five months after knowing from Waleed that this number was now his sister's. Maitham could also swear this was the millionth time - and one - that he has come to his senses and decided not to call the "7" number, but the "6".

Walla o wala tadry 3an hawa daarik, lo betgolaha 'ana Maitham refeej Waleed' betgolek 'o khair ya 6air, taby awage3lek?' he told himself some more.

Maitham questioned the procedure of it all. What does one do when one wants to marry one's best friend's younger sister. Does one talk to one's best friend's mother? Does one let one's mother talks to one's best friend's mother? Does one talk to one's best friend?

Maitham figured that there were a lot of ones there. But he also came to this conclusion:
en kalamt el om, el esbay begolek 'laish ma kalamni ana, mo rayal eb 3aina?', o en kalamt el esbay, begolek 'o shako ent yayni ana, wain ahalek maykalmon ahalha - ely hom ahaly, wela ma tedil bait ahaly ya 7ath ahalek?'
He sometimes questioned if all this confusion was worth it. Banat eldeera ma ekhlesaw, but then again not all banat il deera grew up in the same environment as he knew his best friend did.

He deleted the "7" and inserted a "6" instead, calling the number straight away. Smiling to himself at the thought of actually blurting out a jokingly 'hala yal niseeb, ana ta7at', he looked over at his side view mirror to see the approaching car near his. Waleed picked up as Maitham turned his head to make sure the approaching car could pass between his and the sideway-ingly parked cars facing the walls of the houses of their owners.
"Hala Maithemo, wainek?", came the familiar sound.
"Ta7at," Maitham managed to say as he was stunned at the sight of Arwa in the approaching car, now in front of him waiting for their garage door to open, "enzil ebser3a, o shouf etha waaldetik belbait. Omy tabee etkalemha."
"Inzain ya 7abeeb omik. Dish eldowaneya en6erny 3ala ma anzil, bas latsakir 3ala bab el garage ekhty betrid mn el jaam3a ba3ad shway."

2006-09-20T08:49:00.000-07:00

قزران إيشماتوف

- "ssa7a" = motar amreeki 3alaih dabaat o baybaat ya36eek nes nagham, nes thakhama .. mn 3agadha eb headers 6ar el6air

- "zawaj ma3a elmowa3ada bel tamaluk" = tegolha lely ma3ak 3an eflana mn 3aammat elsha3b teshofha tawha naazla mn agda3ha motar gomar arba3ta3ash

- "ala wa ena elda3y ebn elda3y gad rakaza bayn ethnatayn" = elsog kela mertefi3 ela sahmek ma bain el3arth wel 6alab mafeh gair hal we7da el3ella 3ala galbek

- "la ya khawaat il galb" = shella eb range rover o ya 7abatha lo kan sport supercharged ye6awfonek ta3bir elshari3 beljabreya mn masafi6 el masyad laih el nady .. KEL YOM

- "sog eldar lel 7efay wel 7arameya" = sog elkwait lel awrag el maleya

- "bank el taflees wal id-haar" = bank el tasleef wal idekhaar

- "il moqaffala" = il mogfala (sharika mosaahema)

- "wain ahl el nakhwa" = shsar 3ala elsafwa <- theba7t wa7ed mn elrabi3 feha

- "bait-ny wedkhal b galbe ya galbe baab, baab .. wekh6er eb rejlaik yasmar doob, doob" = alo?

- "la ta7sabana al sha7ma fe man sha7maho 3athalo" = said to anyone who's bulking for the upcoming winter

- "elnaas magamaat" = tengal lel shella as to why you chose to sit in the front passenger seat

- "sheb l-itreek" = gaseb mal awal

- "saaaaaaaaaa-m3aikom, 3a6na wa7d steak" = mota3adidat il aghraath

- "kefaya kheda3 goleli weda3?" = reflexive response to hearing the word 'bas'

- "ma7amad 7amaagy" = mestakwil

- "eesh dun thank saw" = you have to be there

- "mestebee7 el 7aal" = mesteree7 el baal

- "jareema fil 7ay ilhaady" = mota3adidat il estekhdaam

- "wa hakatha" = said in 5 different tones, each tone gessa werwaaya

w eb haik khelsit el7ekaya

2006-09-03T01:48:00.000-07:00

Temetwir: Her Majesty's Knight

'saach allah belkhair 3amity

My recently acquired British accent does not shine, it seems, unless I am in a lecture or seminar. If I was addressing my professor, in that accent, and then turn to a friend sitting next to me, I code switch - phonologically speaking. It's not intentional or anything. And it doesn't matter since that's not the point.
The British lexicon is what has stuck with me, it seems, at all times. That includes messaging on MSN with some of my friends. Il melag ely 'yesolfon' bel engalaizi lama 'yel3ebon intarnat' ..

At any rate, I reckon since a number of my lovely readers noted out that my last installments on this space have been rather grim, I figured a lighthearted post for a change wouldn't hurt anyone, now would it.
So, here is a list of silly things I have said/written/done throughout the last year.

1. greeting my mother on the phone: "'alaw mum!"
2. at the dry cleaners: 'say again love?', and yes, I do point to my (left) ear
3. for whenever I say 'teslam' bel Kuwait: I say "chairz", and yes, sometimes I give a thumbs up
4. in lecture/seminar, lean back, support my chin up with the side of my middle finger, and have the finger 'you point with' (madre shesamona) across my lips.. not "over", "across", thumb is on jaw.. you're trying it out aren't you?
5. use "sod off" instead of .. you know
6. write: 'oy!' when i message my brother on msn and a few other lads
7. said to cousin when he started bashing me for ignoring his messages: who took the jam outta your doughnut?
8. "AAW BALOWX".. many, many times
9. 'me mate' ya3ni "wa7ed mn elrabi3", bit specific
10. one of the lads ya3ni "wa7ed mn el shabab", more general
11. ridiculous instead of 'ayshay'
12. 'stop being such a ninny' for "ta7acha 3adil larrrenik 3ala 3ainek al7en"
13. highly unlikely instead of 'don't think so'
14. frequent usage of: 'silly', 'jolly good', 'aces' and 'utterly'
15. ending with tag questions, goes without saying 6ab3an
16. press on my lips to force a small grin .. depending on different circumstances
17. tilt my head when eating a sandwich .. which btw is the british thing to do anyway, eat sandwiches instead of "snacking", i guess? but the head tilting is just the jam on the doughnut
18. say 'behaviour' a lot, to describe many things .. speech, acts or commenting on tales
19. "be a dear and .." bedal ma3alaik/ch amer
20. say marvelous, brilliant and gorgeous

And other atrocities of a smiliar nature.

2006-08-31T09:05:00.000-07:00

Mother to Son

Couple of verses from a poem that capture how a mother would plead to her son for being forgotten although she brought him to life. Also presented is the tie between mother and son, that even "in death", a mother feels for her son and mourns him - asking why no one seems to sympathize with her.

الزمن انت زمانه والمكان انت مكانه
يا علي يابني انا أمك
قلبي ما بطّل حنانه
تعرف الأم وقلبها، تدري قلبي شلّي عانى؟
يا علي رنّت بروحي أجراسك
قلبي واحساسي مع احساسك
الكعبة انشقت لأول أنفاسك
جم ألف كعبة انشقت براسك

الله واشلون إتوَدّع
والوجود انت كيانه
يا علي يابني وداعك
زلزل أركان الديانة

جيتك الليلة يا جبل يابني
وكأني من فوقك الزمن ذبني
جم وأنا بقبري عليك أمل أبني
دولبت دهرك ودهري دولبني

أنا الي ماحد عرف وجدي
وشلّي شلته بجبدي
وجان الدنيا مفجوعة
ترا كل الوجع عندي

لولا إني متّ قبلك
ولولا إنك رحت بعدي
تواريخ الحزن كلها
ما شافت في الحزن قدّي

أنا المنسية .. علّي الي فيًّ
أنا الي عافوني
ما جنك مني، ولا جنك ابني ونور عيوني
على أحوالك
يمر مصابك.. ولا يذكروني
ما جني جذورك ودماي بحورك
ودمك غصوني

أنا يا علي أمك
جيت أمسح لك دمك
وقبل ما تظمك الغبرا
لفيتك بحضني أظمّك

القبر الي جمع جسمي
شهق .. كل منيّته يلمّك
ولو ان الموت يفرقنا
تظل يمي وأنا يمّك

رد لي مسامعي تسمعك
خيالي يا غالي باودعك
يابني عليك الدمع مسفوح
قبل المصيبة كنت انا أنوح
يوم الي تخيّلتك مطبّر
للوالدة ما سكنت الروح

من يوم الذي راح
وانا قلبي نوّاح
تتوزع على موتي حياتي

يوم الي حان حينك
جمع دهري بينك..
جنها توّها ميتة أمنياتي

نهاية يابوالحسن انت لي
ذهلتني مصيبتك يا علي

للي استيعابه مو ذاك الزود، الكلام بلسان حال السيدة فاطمة بنت أسد عليها السلام

2006-08-22T17:01:00.001-07:00

ثاني يوم دوام

"Yala, rawna sha6artek", told Theraar Marzoug. Theraar looked over his shoulder to meet a pair of gloves extended in Marzoug's hands. Taking them, he looked back straight ahead to the car. But he was distracted by the two police cars in the corner of his right eye, silently the flashes turned, round and round they went, blinding him with the red and blue laser. He directed his gaze to the parked BMW 6 series coupe. He saw the what looked to be a man's head tilted to the side, resting on the window. He wondered if the sight itself was surreal, or if it was the silent yet filled with flashing lights ambiance that got to him.

He slapped the two gloves on his hand as he walked slowly towards the BMW, covering his forehead and looking towards the police cars. He motioned with his fingers, turning his wrist round a few times, to the four police officers looking over from a distance. Two of them hurried back to their cars, and in a second all the red and blue was gone. Both patrols now had their high beams directed towards Theraar.

He tightened his lips and licked them anxiously as he walked round the BMW, looking down at the street and checking under the body from time to time. His eyes met the open eyes of the young male driver as he was making his turn across the hood. He came to the door handle to the driver's side, and pulled it gently open. The young male's body slided with the gapping of the door, falling into Theraar's extended arm. He mumbled a few words, and gently pushed the body back into the seat and immediately reached for the young man's wrist.
He continued to mumble a few words as he saw the infamous needle stuck in the young man's arm. He looked up to the grey eyes of his peer. Reaching his hand in his left pocket, he gently positioned the arm on the thigh of the seated body as he extracted a pair of plastic cases. He stood up, and nodded towards Marzoug as he was opening the cases and fllling them with his hand. Marzoug was just closing the Ambulance's rear door and was now making his way towards his new to the job friend.

"Ma sheft shay ba3dik 7aboob", said Marzoug casually, patting Theraar's back at his arrival. Theraar silently reached for his peer's forehead and drew his hand downwards slowly closing the dead man's open eyes.

2006-08-17T22:40:00.000-07:00

(Not) In So Many Words

"And so it seems, once proven and forever, that promises do indeed last forever - not in the heads of those who promised but in the hearts to whom promises were made. Indeed, the more I loved you, the more you didn't care.
Why? That which I have given, I gave not out of kindness nor for my love to you, but for my belief that to you I belong and with me all that I give is yours by default. You have shown me that the faster I see myself falling down, the further the ground escapes, refusing to accept the chance of being accused that it was she, the ground, that killed me. So I fall. But I don't stop falling. Until then, I am yours. Sometimes, it all makes sense. Sometimes, when I think about it, not so much. I tell myself I am accepting of what you have done, but that would make us both just as guilty. Guilty because we have both violated the same thing. Me, rising to the stooping down of our level. All those words you said, it wasn't about the words. I believed them for your voice. All the places you touched me, it wasn't about the touches. I felt them for it were your hands around me. Everytime I remember, or everytime I try, fail, for I insist on forgetting the words and the touches and only long for your voice and your hands. What is it that is so right about you that makes me more wrong. Why am I addicted. I am not dependent. I know it. I am addicted. You know it. But why, you cannot tell for you do not know. Or so it seems. Because I think you, too, are addicted. You are addicted to your voice and to your hands, because, quite obviously, you seem to choose not to settle for anything else, regardless of how similar, to replace them. Tell me why. No, explain to me how. How did you become so vain. The more I break, the stronger you gather - only to break me some more. Stronger. Still falling for the ground escapes further since now I am falling even faster. And behind that door, I last. With you pressed against me although I am not there. Taking what is yours and me loving the hating for the loving of my hating for my accepatnce to give. No, to return. What is yours. Me. Still I want to apologize. For whatever I am returning of me. Broken," she wrote to me.

2006-08-13T15:49:00.000-07:00

راح أموت صغير

"It's time to do all we can to destroy as much as we can of the infrastructure in the next 12 or 13 hours, and then we'll see what is next," former prime minister Ehud Barak told CNN.

Mashallah, see everyone? I always knew Barak was an angel sent from the heavens above. 3ayazt wana akteb bel Wa6an bel saf7a il akheera / 3ayazt wana ansherr fi saf7at il magalaat bel Qabas to promote this fact.
How could he not be? He's an ex-PM of the zionist regime. Kelllllll wa7id fehom asna3 mn el thaany ba3ad 3omri. They are just defending their "country".

Anyway, before I tell everyone to f... orget it.

Here is the text of the UNSCR 1701. Knock yourselves out.

I'm a linguist, so that makes me two things. One: boring. Two: picky on any written text, and any heard conversation.

E.g.
"[the violence] caused hundreds of deaths and injuries on both sides, extensive damage to civilian infrastructure and hundreds of thousands of internally displaced persons"

internally displaced? Wel ~1,000,000 Lebanese externally-displaced?

"Hello? What's that now? Oh. No, sorry. I don't think so. No, I don't think any of them were Jews. Yes, yes. Indeed. Yes sir, Mr President. I will go fuck myself. What's that? Oh okay, sure. We'll ALL go fuck ourselves. Come again? Not all of us? Yes, sure, with the exception of the Arab leaders. My bad, yes, so-called leaders. Inshala mawlaana, a7sant yejzaak bel jannah wild 3amy."

Exhibit A:

"encouraging the efforts aimed at urgently settling the issue of the Lebanese prisoners detained in Israel"

Exhibit B:

"emphasizing the need to address urgently the causes that have given rise to the current crisis, including by the unconditional release of the abducted Israeli soldiers"

Did you get it, or should I get the President on the phone 3alashan yetarjem lekom what that means again?

Ba3dain ta3al ya mama, haak ragmy ent bas deg 3alay o ana eb nafsi will "address the causes that have given rise to the current crisis".
Look in your blood(y) archives, Mr Secretary General. Pussy

And also, just because I'm a Care Bear - or Carebear, or care-bear .. hmm, I'm an Arab - so if I wanted to follow the example of my "leaders" I would have to obssess with this stuff. This is all that concerns me. You know what? I'm going to New York to check how to write it. But first, I'll have to fight with my fellow Arabs on who gets on the plane.

Enzain,, because I care, here is something (not)worthy of sharing:

"Calls for a full cessation of hostilities based upon, in particular, the immediate cessation by Hezbollah of all attacks and the immediate cessation by Israel of all offensive military operations"

In particular <-
Hizbollah attacks <-
Israeli offensive military operations <-

Maby a7alif, but I have NO DOUBT IN MY MIND WHATSOEVER that someone in the room where this resolution was put together has raised their hand, and asked: "should we write down 'Israeli defensive military operations', or would that be over-killing it?'

*Silence*

That is all. Let's just say that my imaginery phonecall with Mr President makes a lot more sense, and is a lot more worthy to "live by" than the UNSCR 1701.

PS: If you had Olmert's mobile number right now, what would you write to him in an SMS? Regarding his three set goals. Me? I would write: "6ab winnaby ma tegee enkannkin ya Yehud .. ? :)"

2006-08-03T20:35:00.000-07:00

May 17th, 2006

I make my way out the door of our house - what's left of it at least. The house, not the door. I'm going to the hospital just under a kilometer away. I'm thinking I'd really appreciate it if the guys who are usually there would give me a break this time round. The time is 4 in the am and I've already missed prayer at the mosque - which is 2 kilometers away. That's why I'm going to the hospital. For the water to wash before prayer. I'm not using the sand today to get ready for prayer because I'm sick and tired of lying to my mother about why the water isn't running. I always tell her that I always reach the hopsital - who are supplying us - and they promise me that it is fixed now. Truth is, I don't even go to the hospital. You would know why if you ever come across those guys who are between my house and the hopsital. They are usually the worst after noon prayer. They look really angry at my uncle every time.
Anyway, now I reach them. They're a group of five. Okay two more just came from around the truck. Seven guys all strapped with identical helmets and who, later in the morning, when I make the trip back, usually have the same sunglasses. For some reason, they all have the number 5 - in Arabic - written on the sides of those glasses. Some come with blue lenses, some with silver; I think they're cool. But I never stole from those guys, I only steal from the guys who are behind the mosque. There. I'm pointing to my left now, to tell you where the mosque is. Wait. One of the guys is calling out for me, he's signalling his way. I'm making my way towards him. "Where you off to?" I'm looking to my right, my left, and I look back, I'm not sure if he's talking to me because his helmet is covering his eyes and I can't see where he's looking.
He's leaning down, kneeling to his knee, and I think he's patting my head. I get really nervous, sometimes, I do it in my pants. I hate that when it happens, because I would have to wait for 7asaan at the hospital - he usually goes at night. He runs the water and washes my pants. I also hate it because 7asaan says I have to go again and pray because my prayer the first time will not be accepted. I believe him.
"Hiya son, what's your name?"
I'm shrugging to tell this guy that I really don't know what he's saying. "Ismaq? Ismaq?". I hear laughter, so I turn my head to see across his shoulder and see the guys who are dressed just like him standing on the big truck and laughing. I look down my pants to check if they're laughing at me, but they're not because I haven't done anything. The guy kneeling in front of me is patting on my head "Go on now, go on." As he gets up, I notice the flag on his right hand sleeve. I remember this flag from 3 years ago. A nice man gave me a big one when my mother told him it was my ninth birthday. It has blue, red, and white. I think it looks okay, but I think the Iraqi flag is much nicer.
I am now just crossing the truck. "BO!". I hear louder laughter. I look to my right, I'm still walking, and see this big guy pointing at me and laughing, "did you see that scared little rat? BO!" I am not sure if I am in trouble. Again. Maybe the guys behind the mosque told them I stole a bar of chocolate from the box they had in their truck. I think that's why they look angrily at my uncle everytime. Maybe because they know he doesn't punish me for stealing the chocoalte.
I'm walking, I don't want to run because I'm afraid they will use those guns. Right there, they don't have them out now. Except that one, he has it strapped around his shoulder. I'm afraid of that one, I'm now across the truck. I look back and the guy with the gun on his shoulder is looking at me. I'm waving to him but he doesn't do anything. Maybe he's just making sure I don't get the chocolate bar out of my pocket now. Maybe he knows I stole it and that's why he has the gun, and why they were laughing, and why that big guy said bo.

2006-07-30T16:09:00.000-07:00

طيور الجنة .. يا علي

قالوا يا علي اركد.. وفكـّر
لا تخلي العاطفة.. تحدد لك مسار
قلت الصراحة، موقفكم يحيّر
لاني مفرق غموضه عن وضوحه
كيف تقولون بالعقل وتعنون انكسار؟
لأن المنظر الي أنا شفته
عقلي قبل قلبي ينوحه

قتل للأبريا .. وظلم سايد
وبلدة بدمار
قالوا يا علي اخلص علينا بمرادك
علمنا ايش الي برايك لازم انه يصير؟
قلت ولو لي راي فالراي عمره ما يصنع قرار
والكلام بطول الكلام دون الفعل ما يغير مصير

قلت .. عساكر ودبابات
ومن فوقهم طيارة تطير
تخصصوا في هجمة دنيئة بالحقد والوقاحة تدار
ذبح للطفل الصغير وتشريد للشيخ الكبير
حرب ..هي شاملة
ما كان يوم فيها على حزب الله اقتصار

مدن وقرى .. صفـت مبانيها
ما غير ريحة الموت غدت فيها تفوح
وما من أحد بقى من أهاليها
غير ذاك الأبو على بنته يبكي
وذاك الولد على صدر أمه ينوح
رغم هذا تقولون يا علي لا تنخدع بالعواطف
والله احترت ولا أدري أي عاطفة تقصدون

فإن كانت وقفتي مع الإسلام تجعلني بسيط ..
متخلف.. ومتأخر قرون
بالنهاية، على الأقل، عارف أنا من أكون
ما أقول الا..
ما أتعس الحضارة الي لها تنشدون
ان كانت الحضارة تقاس بمستوى الانحدار
فيا زين الجهل ان كان مقياسه بالصمود
ما أتعس من الوطنية لا غدت ذريعة للفرار
ويا حيف على مسلم رجّح كف اليهود

I wonder what her name was ..

I wonder how old she was ..

I wonder what her parents kept telling her all through the last twenty days ..

Can't think ..

I wonder who has been doing anything about this for the last several, several years and years ..
No, tell you what.
I wonder who has known/cared about any of this for the last several, several, years and years .. Oh ok, il erhabiyeen ma yen3adoun?

2006-07-27T08:37:00.000-07:00

JUST READ

I stole the idea of posting some poetry from Fizoqra6y and Arfana. Please read both their latest posts here and here.
The second poem pasted here is also taken from Fizoqra6y's comment on Arfana's space.
Ya3ni il zibda, you have 4 poems you have to read. Three of which are for Nazaar Gabaani.

The first here talks about the Gana massacre in 1996. But it just as well goes for what I am going to call the "Lebanon massacre 2006".

راشيل.. وأخواتها

وجهُ قانا..

شاحبٌ كما وجهُ يسوع

وهواءُ البحرِ في نيسانَ،

أمطارُ دماءٍ ودموع...

دخلوا قانا على أجسادِنا

يرفعونَ العلمَ النازيَّ في أرضِ الجنوب ْ

ويعيدونَ فصولَ المحرقة..

هتلرٌ أحرقهم في غرفِ الغاز ِ

وجاؤوا بعدهُ كي يحرقونا

هتلرٌ هجّرهم من شرقِ أوروبا

وهم من أرضِنا هجّرونا

هتلرٌ لم يجدِ الوقتَ لكي يمحقَهمْ

ويريحَ الأرضَ منهم..

فأتوا من بعدهِ كي يمحقونا!!

دخلوا قانا كأفواجِ ذئابٍ جائعة..

يشعلونَ النّار في بيتِ المسيح

ويدوسونَ على ثوبِ الحسين

وعلى أرضِ الجنوب الغالية..

قصفوا الحنطةَ والزيتونَ والتبغَ،

وأصواتَ البلابل...

قصفوا قدموسَ في مركبهِ..

قصفوا البحرَ وأسرابَ النوارس..

قصفوا حتى المشافي والنساءَ المرضعات

وتلاميذَ المدارس.

قصفوا سحرَ الجنوبيّات

واغتالوا بساتينَ العيونِ العسلية!

... ورأينا الدمعَ في جفنِ عليٍّ

وسمعنا صوتهُ وهوَ يصلّي

تحت أمطارِ سماءٍ دامية..

كشفت قانا الستائر...

ورأينا أمريكا ترتدي معطفَ حاخامٍ يهوديٍّ عتيق

وتقودُ المجزرة..

تطلقُ النارَ على أطفالنا دونَ سبب..

وعلى زوجاتنا دونَ سبب

وعلى أشجارنا دونَ سبب

وعلى أفكارنا دونَ سبب

فهل الدستورُ في سيّدة العالم..

بالعبريِّ مكتوبٌ لإذلالِ العرب؟؟

هل على كلِّ رئيسٍ حاكمٍ في أمريكا..

إذا أرادَ الفوزَ في حلمِ الرئاسةِ

قتلَنا، نحنُ العرب؟؟

انتظرنا عربياً واحداً

يسحبُ الخنجرَ من رقبتنا..

انتظرنا هاشمياً واحداً..

انتظرنا قُرشياًَ واحداً..

دونكشوتاًَ واحداً..

قبضاياً واحداً لم يقطعوا شاربهُ..

انتظرنا خالداً أو طارقاً أو عنتره..

فأكلنا ثرثره... وشربنا ثرثره..

أرسلوا فاكساً إلينا.. استلمنا نصَّهُ

بعدَ تقديمِ التعازي.. وانتهاءِ المجزرة!

ما الذي تخشاهُ إسرائيلُ من صرخاتنا؟

ما الذي تخشاهُ من "فاكساتنا"؟

فجهادُ "الفاكسِ" من أبسطِ أنواعِ الجهاد..

هوَ نصٌّ واحدٌ نكتبهُ

لجميعِ الشهداءِ الراحلين

وجميع الشهداءِ القادمين..!

ما الذي تخشاهُ إسرائيلُ من ابن المقفّع؟

وجريرٍ.. والفرزدق..؟

ومن الخنساءِ تلقي شعرها عند بابِ المقبره..

ما الذي تخشاهُ من حرقِ الإطارات..؟

وتوقيعِ البيانات؟ وتحطيمِ المتاجر؟

وهي تدري أننا لم نكُن يوماً ملوكَ الحربِ..

بل كنّا ملوكَ الثرثرة..

ما الذي تخشاهُ من قرقعةِ الطبلِ..

ومن شقِّ الملاءات.. ومن لطمِ الخدود؟

ما الذي تخشاهُ من أخبارِ عادٍ وثمود؟؟

نحنُ في غيبوبةٍ قوميةٍ

ما استلمنا منذُ أيامِ الفتوحاتِ بريداً..

نحنُ شعبٌ من عجين

كلّما تزدادُ إسرائيلُ إرهاباً وقتلاً

نحنُ نزدادُ ارتخاءً.. وبرودا..

وطنٌ يزدادُ ضيقاً

لغةٌ قطريةٌ تزدادُ قبحاً

وحدةٌ خضراءُ تزداد انفصالاً

شجرٌ يزدادُ في الصّيف قعوداً..

وحدودٌ كلّما شاءَ الهوى تمحو حدودا..!

كيفَ إسرائيلُ لا تذبحنا؟

كيفَ لا تلغي هشاماً، وزياداً، والرشيدا؟

وبنو تغلبَ مشغولون في نسوانهم...

وبنو مازنَ مشغولونَ في غلمانهم..

وبنو هاشمَ يرمونَ السّراويلَ على أقدامها..

ويبيحونَ شِفاهاً ونهودا؟؟!

ما الذي تخشاهُ إسرائيلُ من بعضِ العربْ...

بعدما صاروا يهودا؟

Now, go back. Read it again.
Here is the poem which I took from Fizoqra6y's comment. It's called..

السيمفونية الجنوبية الخامسة

سميتكَ الجنوب

يا لابساً عباءةَ الحسين
وشمسَ كربلاء
يا شجرَ الوردِ الذي يحترفُ الفداء
يا ثورةَ الأرضِ التقت بثورةِ السماء
يا جسداً يطلعُ من ترابهِ
قمحٌ وأنبياء
سميّتُك الجنوب
يا قمر الحُزن الذي يطلعُ ليلاً من عيونِ فاطمة
يا سفنَ الصيدِ التي تحترفُ المقاومة..
يا كتب الشعر التي تحترف المقاومة..
يا ضفدع النهر الذي
يقرأ طولَ الليلِ سورةَ المقاومة

سميتك الجنوب..
سميتك الشمعَ الذي يضاءُ في الكنائس
سميتك الحناء في أصابع العرائس
سميتك الشعرَ البطوليَ الذي
يحفظه الأطفالُ في المدارس
سميتك الأقلامَ والدفاترَ الوردية
سميتك الرصاصَ في أزقةِ "النبطية"
سميتك النشور والقيامة
سميتك الصيفَ الذي تحملهُ
في ريشها الحمامة

سميتك الجنوب
سميتك النوارس البيضاء، والزوارق
سميتك الأطفالَ يلعبونَ بالزنابق
سميتك الرجالَ يسهرونَ حولَ النارِ والبنادق
سميتك القصيدةَ الزرقاء
سميتك البرقَ الذي بنارهِ تشتعلُ الأشياء
سميتك المسدسَ المخبوءَ في ضفائرِ النساء
سميتك الموتى الذينَ بعد أن يشيَّعوا..
يأتون للعشاء
ويستريحون إلى فراشهم
ويطمئنون على أطفالهم
وحين يأتي الفجرُ، يرجعون للسماء

سيذكرُ التاريخُ يوماً قريةً صغيرةً
بين قرى الجنوب،
تدعى "معركة"
قد دافعت بصدرها
عن شرفِ الأرض، وعن كرامة العروبة
وحولها قبائلٌ جبانةٌ
وأمةٌ مفككه

سميتك الجنوب..
سميتكَ الأجراسَ والأعياد
وضحكةَ الشمس على مرايلِ الأولاد
يا أيها القديسُ، والشاعرُ والشهيد
يا ايها المسكونُ بالجديد
يا طلقةَ الرصاص في جبينِ أهلِ الكهف
ويا نبيَّ العنف
ويا الذي أطلقنا من أسرنا
ويا الذي حررنا من خوف

لم يبقَ إلا أنت
تسيرُ فوق الشوكِ والزجاج
والإخوة الكرام
نائمون فوقَ البيضِ كالدجاج
وفي زمانِ الحربِ، يهربون كالدجاج
يا سيدي الجنوب:
في مدنِ الملحِ التي يسكنها الطاعونُ والغبار
في مدنِ الموتِ التي تخافُ أن تزورها الأمطار
لم يبق إلا أنت..
تزرع في حياتنا النخيلَ، والأعنابَ والأقمار
لم يبقَ إلا أنت.. إلا أنت.. إلا أنت
فافتح لنا بوابةَ النهار

Reminder: go read here and here.

Think. Think.. Think... Think... Think....

2006-07-24T17:31:00.000-07:00

قالها مخاوي الليل: ويلاه ومنين أجيب الصبر

تفضل علينا عبدالله بن جبرين بالفتوى التي حرمت حتى الدعاء للرافضة في حزب الله اللبناني, فبرأي بن جبرين ينبغي على أهل السنة أن يتبرؤا منهم وأن يفعلوا كذا وألا يفعلوا كذا.
وأود أن أقول للأخ عبدالرحمن: اسمحلي بس انا للحين ماني فاهم شغلة,أليس تصوير كل شيء له روح بدعة؟ والي يرحملي والديك اذاً ليش طال علينا بطلتك البهية؟ طيّب, صوّروك وانت ما تدري ونشروا الصورة من دون علمك و و و,,, ماذا عن من أنت تحت إمرتهم؟ لم لا تنهيهم عن المنكر - والا هي على ناس بدزّة من ناس؟
شيخنا يطوّلي عمرك.. اثقل شوّي.

عموما فيما يتعلق بالفتوى, فأنا لن أطيل فيها لسبب بسيط جداً ألا وهو سخافتها وكذلك نفاق صاحبها. وأستدل على ذلك باقتباس فقرة من فتوى اخرى للأخ عبدالرحمن نفسه:

".......وإقامة الحدود والعمل بتعاليم الدين وبما يكون سببًا في نصرهم على القوم الكافرين من اليهود والنصارى، فيبذل جهده في جهاد أعداء الله بكل ما يستطيعه؛ فقد ورد في الحديث: جاهدوا المشركين بأموالكم وأنفسكم وألسنتكم فيجب على المسلمين مساعدة المجاهدين بكل ما يستطيعونه، وبذل كل الإمكانيات التي يكون فيها تقوية للإسلام والمسلمين، كما يجب عليهم جهاد الكفار بما يستطيعونه من القدرة، وعليهم أيضًا أن يفعلوا كل ما فيه إضعافٌ للكفار أعداء الدين، فلا يستعملونهم كعمال للأجرة كُتّابًا، أو حُسابًا، أو مهندسين، أو خُدَّامًا بأي نوع من الخدمة التي فيها إقرار لهم وتمكين لهم بحيث يكتسبون أموال المؤمنين ويُعادون بها المسلمين، وهكذا أيضًا على المسلمين أن يُقاطعوا جميع الكفار بترك التعامل معهم وبترك شراء منتجاتهم سواء كانت نافعة كالسيارات والملابس وغيرها..."ـ

طيّب الحزب رافضي, وكل من يوّد أن يراه موفقاً باذن الله هو بالحقيقة فاسق وفاجر ويعيث بالأرض فسادا.. والأخوة أمراؤك في المملكة والثمانية عشر مليار دولار التي صرفها من أنت تحت إمرتهم "على قولتك" في منفعة الكفار من اليهود والنصارى بشرء الأسلحة؟ وكان ذلك حسب المصدر لعام 2002 فقط. أما اجمالي ما دُفغ من العام 1990 لغاية عام 2004 فهو يفوق الـ 260 مليار دولار.
للتو حسبتها بالريّال السعودي, وطلع رقم معاي فيه وايد أصفار اسف ما عرفت أقراه.

لكني متأكد ان الرقم شووووّي بس, ويكون كثر حسناتك.

أذكرك من له راحت (ولازالت تروح وبتظل تروح) كل هالمبالغ الطائلة والا لا؟
أي نفاق هذا يا ثاني أهم مفتي للحركة الوهابية.. أم أن للأمراء حكمٌ وللناس حكم؟ أهكذا كان المسلمون في القرون الثلاث الأولى من الإسلام .. ؟ أهكذا علمّك من علـّمك تكون شيّم الأحرار؟

والا هي جت على اخر موديل كورفت والا على اخر فيلم لستيفن سبيلبرغ؟ أي, أشكره بخاطري الزد أوه سـِكس اليديد

يا شيخ .. أصيرلك رافضي وأصيرلك الي تبيه لكني على الأقل لم أعرف النفاق يوماً ولست عبداً مأموراً لا لمن يحكم بلدي ولا لمن أعتبره مرجعاً لي من الروافض الذي أستشيره من حين الى اخر.

المفرح بالأمر, والذي لم أستغربه بتاتاً كان جواب كل من سألته من "الشلة" من المذهب السني عن هذه الفتوى (وأنا هنا أفصل ما بين "الوهابي" أو السلفي عن "السني"). ردوا عليها بكلام لا أود أن أسطره هنا, بل اني واثق تماما ان الاغلبية في الكويت "ما تطوف عليهم هالحركات". بالاضافة الى ان الشارع السعودي نفسه منقسم ويذكر أن السلف أنفسهم منقسمين في المملكة العربية الشقيقة, فمنهم المؤيد ومنهم المعارض لحزب الله..
فيا شيخ, المسألة أغلب الناس - وأجل, أعلمهم - مدرك أن ليس للمذهب شأن فيها - يامعود ارأف بحالي وعدّه مذهب ثانيتين.
إنما اختلف الناس فيما تعلق بالسياسة والتطبيق والتوقيت وغيره.

عجيب أمرك يا شيخ عبدالرحمن, الحزب رافضي "لعيونك" وغير مجاهد "كمان لعيونك" ولكن كيف لي أن أفسر تناقضك فيما يتعلق بالتعامل -كلنا فاهمين بعض "كوّيس"- مع الكفار من اليهود والنصارى على حد تعبيرك؟ وماذا عن اللبنانيون المسلمون الـ"صح" لديك؟
أم تأتي أوامر أمراؤك باصدار الفتاوي التي تنساب مع أهواؤهم السياسية ومصالحهم في المنطقة, فتمحو ما قد أفتيت فيه مسبقـا ً وما تذكره من استناد على أحاديث نبوية شريفة؟

akh 3abder7aman, hal 6eba3ty lel 3arabeya be a7rof wa argam efrenjeya yaj3alny agallu eemanan?

Note: Anonymous's ely b yaktebon shay yet3alag bel 6a'efeya/math'habeya .. do yourself a favour and send an email, don't waste space and don't waste anybody's time if you can't see through the words and realize what this post is really about

sources:

- il fatwa il asaseya (couldn't help myself, had to link to a forum lena adry shlon betkon elredood) <- akh 3abder7aman, hal ashrakt fe tanabu'ey lelghaib?

- il fatwa il mogtabas menha
- 3abdil3azeez Bn Baaz - fatwat il tasweer
- CIA - KSA

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edit: how would you feel if this was your mother? read again: how would you feel if this was your mother?

forget the "land" being fought over, forget the lives that have been lost in that fight, forget the grieving of the living .. who's going to get this woman's pride back? fayrouz's songs? saudi arabia's interests in the region - and kuwait's blind following? (ironically, russia's, china's, iran's, japan's interests would)

"but they can't be all like that!!", one says ..
aha, so that explains why the two soldiers aren't even bothered .. that explains all the settlements being built after taking down the palestinians' houses ..

you want to go to the UN to settle this? good luck with that; "242" is a magic number for the UN, you should probably look it up.. how about that for a start

7izballah and 7amas have a political agenda? boo-hoo, like that would undermine their actual doing something about all of this..

now, how would you feel if this was your mother?

2006-07-21T09:23:00.000-07:00

العهدة على ذمة الراوي
و
وشهد شاهد من أهلها

*I am held responsible for anything in this post as it is based on my own research. If you have anything that refutes anything here, please come forward and argue. The quotes are not tampered with by myself. Note: It is not I that has translated.
Please do not discuss shallow matters as who is to blame right now; as I am only concerned with the hard fact, truth-based politics - or lack thereof - of this war. Israel is to blame, by the way. Because they said so, not I.*

Amir Rappaport is a Maariv (Ma3areef) correspondant in military affairs.
He writes,

فالاسرة الدولية لا تزال لا تقف مع ساعة ضبط الوقت في يدها، ولكن الاحساس هو ان الضوء الاخضر الذي اعطي لاسرائيل كي يجن جنونها في لبنان لن يبقي مشعلا الي الابد. وتجربة الماضي تفيد بان الحملة ستنتهي الي هذا الحد أو ذاك ما أن تصل الولايات المتحدة الي الاستنتاج بان اسرائيل قد استنفدتها. وهذا ليس بالضرورة قرارنا

He's the one who wrote كي يجن جنونها في لبنان, and something tells me he does not mean that the soldiers are going to dance the night away.
What exactly is it in "yajeno jonoonaha fi lubnaan" that I don't understand, I wonder, because some people want to insist on this being about the operation carried out by 7izballah.

امكانية أن يضطر الجيش الاسرائيلي الي التوقف قبل أن يكون حقق كامل اهداف الحملة هي السبب في ان رئيس الوزراء ايهود اولمرت يفضل التسويف في الاتصالات مع مبعوث الامم المتحدة الي المنطقة.

You say you want a cease fire? There you go. Plea to the asshole who wants to prove he's a dick (sorry for not being sorry for this type of language, I believe it's true).
Now, this is very, very important:

واضح انه قبل ان تنتهي الحملة ينبغي تحقيق اكثر ما يمكن. هدم، تفجير، تلقين درس. ولكن كي يتمكن الجيش الاسرائيلي من تحقيق أهداف الحملة ـ ليس فقط ابعاد حزب الله عن الحدود، بل وايضا تحطيم منظومة الصواريخ الهائلة التي تمسك باسرائيل في مكان حساس منذ ست سنوات ـ مطلوب علي الاقل اسبوع آخر حتي اسبوع ونصف من الهجمات. وفي الجيش الاسرائيلي يفضلون استكمال العمل من الجو. ولكن اذا لم يكن هناك مفر، فستكون أيضا عملية برية لابعاد جزء كبير من الصواريخ.

There, he said it. Not I, not anyone who's a supporter of any sort of resistance against Israel.

قبل ان تنتهي الحملة ينبغي تحقيق اكثر ما يمكن. هدم، تفجير، تلقين درس

Pressure. Pressure. Pressure. 1559. 1559. 1559. Laa jendeyain wala hom ya7zanon. لغرض في نفس يعقوب

وايضا تحطيم منظومة الصواريخ الهائلة التي تمسك باسرائيل في مكان حساس منذ ست سنوات

"sit sanawaat". That is: Sit ... sanawaat
Not:
Two .. soldiers
Not
عدد ثنان جندي

He continues,

غير أن تصريحات رئيس الوزراء اللبناني بالذات تعقد الوضع من ناحية اسرائيل. ورغم أنه يمكن تفسيرها بمؤشرات الانكسار، وبالرمز في أن الضغط الاسرائيلي بالفعل سيحرك الشارع اللبناني للضغط علي حزب الله

He calls it "il thagh6 il isra'eely", you and I both know what it is in fact: a ruthless, disgusting war on the innocent. There you go, he sees it as "pressure". And you, for some reason, say something worst: It's not their fault.

But the main point is: use Lebanon as a scapegoat to get what you want.

Amazing, isn't it, how some people want to say that it is in fact 7izballah that is using Lebanon. 3aib, is the only word that comes to mind. Don't mind insulting my intelligence; I'm an idiot, okay. But please. PLEASE. Don't insult yours.

And,

كما يجدر بالذكر انه بينما يحاول العالم تعزيز رئيس الوزراء اللبناني، ففي اسرائيل يعرفون ان لا سيطرة حقيقية علي حزب الله

I'm sorry, come again?

ففي اسرائيل يعرفون ان لا سيطرة حقيقية علي حزب الله

3ayal shmaalah el 7arb? I thought this was to rid Lebanon of 7izballah, so why this viscious and unexcused war on Lebanon? If you still can't SEE IT (I will not say 'figure it out' becuase it does not need any of that), please go back to the start of this post and read again the quotes.

Don't make my day by agreeing. Make YOUR day by getting a clue.

He continues,

التصريحات المعتدلة المنطلقة من لبنان يمكنها أيضا أن تخلق الانطباع بأن اسرائيل توشك علي النصر اما الحقيقة فهي بعيدة عن ذلك.

Here (in a previous article not like the one from above), he writes about the shame 7izballah has brought on the IDF,

خسائر كبيرة خسرها الجيش في ساعة واحدة من يوم قتال واحد، واختطف اثنان من جنوده، ولا تزال قوات حزب الله تحاصر الموقع وتمنع جنود الجيش من الاقتراب من هناك. هذا ما سبب الشعور بالخجل، فجيش كبير وقوي، دبابته محترقة، فيها بقايا جنوده، يقف لساعات طويلة لا يقوى على التقدم، هذا ما يُسمى بـ "قواعد لعبة جديدة" فرضتها هذه المنظمة الارهابية الشيعية على الجيش الاسرائيلي،

مع أن هذا الجيش يملك سلاح جو يعتبر الثاني في العالم من حيث عظمته وحجمه بعد الولايات المتحدة. بكلمات مغسولة ومقبولة هناك، فقد أُطلق على سياسة "الإذلال" التي قبل بها الجيش الاسرائيلي طوال ست سنوات على حدوده مع لبنان، ومنذ الانسحاب من جنوبه اسم "السهولة" بدلا من الإقرار بأن ميزان القوى يهدد بوجود 13 ألف صاروخ موجهة الى مواقع في شمالي اسرائيل

1. He said "il monathamaat il irhabeya", so that shows that he isn't an "arab lover" or sympathizer.

2. He said "thaany a3tham jaish" fil 3aalam about the Israelis, and I don't think that's true - they're the fourth. Ya3ni akoon imragi3ha? No just being objective.

Nokmil,

ولكن، الى أي حد كانت سياسة "الاذلال" مقبولة هناك؟ ولماذا لم يتم تغيير قواعد اللعبة هناك منذ أن قام حزب الله باختطاف ثلاثة جنود من مزارع شبعا في شهر تشرين الاول 2003؟

واذا لم يكن في ذلك الوقت، لماذا لم تتغير في أعقاب المحاولة الجريئة لاختطاف جنود من قرية الغجر في تشرين الثاني 2005 والتي رافقها هجوم شامل على معظم منطقة المستوطنات اليهودية؟

ولماذا سمح الجيش الاسرائيلي لحزب الله بالعودة الى المواقع على امتداد الخط الازرق وعلى بعد "بصقة" واحدة من الجنود الاسرائيليين، حتى بعد أن استُخدمت تلك المواقع كقواعد لانطلاق مجموعات حزب الله في الهجوم الأخير الواسع الذي حدث قبل شهر ونصف، في 28 أيار 2006؟ وفي نفس ذلك الهجوم أطلق حزب الله صواريخ الكاتيوشا على احدى القواعد القيادية لسلاح الجو في جبل ميرون بالقرب من صفد.

Ayaar is May for those who don't know or want to research this.

كما هي الحال في عملية "أمطار الصيف" في غزة، هكذا هي الحال بالنسبة لعملية "الأجر المناسب" في جنوب لبنان، هي ذات أهداف عسكرية غير اعتيادية، بل انها شاذة تماما. ففي المعنى الاولي فان كلتا العمليتين استهدفتا عمل ضغط كبير وشديد ومؤلم على المواطنين في غزة وفي لبنان

Here is something very important:

أما من ناحية عسكرية، فان سلسلة الهجمات (الجوية بالأساس) لم تكن عفوية أو أنها تأتي صدفة.
فالحقيقة أنه كانت للجيش الاسرائيلي خطط وبرامج أعدها سلفا، وكانت مُعدة في الأدراج، كما يقال، وبانتظار أي تصعيد على الحدود الشمالية، والذي كان حسب خطط الجيش أنه أمر لا بد من وقوعه عاجلا أم آجلا. بل إن الجيش الاسرائيلي أجرى مناورات عديدة وتدرب على تنفيذ هذه الخطط قبل أكثر من شهرين.

Instant replay *slow motion*: الذي كان حسب خطط الجيش أنه أمر لا بد من وقوعه عاجلا أم آجلا

And HE is the one who wrote "fil 7ageega". Sheftooha? Khathra (ehdaa' 7ag el Si3odeya), o 7aa6ha b font size Huge.

Jendeyain enkha6faw, jendy zalag, waa7ed sad il talefoon eb wayh wazeer defa3hom o 6ofar.. it was bound to happen, no matter what. And yes, it is my personal belief, based on my limited and simple mind, that Lebanon would have been torn apart. Why? Becuase the whole point is to pressure 7izballah to disarm.

We all know 7izballah is a resistance group so OF COURSE they would carry out more of their -succesful- operations. Only this time, Israel, based on Rappaport, did NOT CARE what it was. They wanted to rape and destory Lebanon, shatter it to pieces, kill the innocent (allah yer7amhom), force more civilians to immigrate.

Ah well, they probably knew Bush would go all the way, and then some, to make it all possible.

The least I can do is do this. Write words on a screen after reading words off of a screen. The least you can do is give yourself the courtesy to read. NOT WHAT I WROTE. Read. Not watch the news. La ya mama. READ. You say "I love Lebanon". Stop saying it.

PROVE IT.

edit: I forgot to mention that I have taken one of the Amir Rappaport (أو عمير ربابورت) quotes from 3amaar Tagy's article in Al Rai Al 3aam dated 21st July. Please read full article here, and for much more of everything go here.

2006-07-19T20:11:00.000-07:00

4 quotes > *you or me talking

Because I know not many here read the different newspapers or keep up with the many writers out there, here is something I am copying that may, and should, I think, be of great interest. Taken from Dr Sajid Il 3abdily's article in Alrai Al3aam on July 20th, 2006.
- Il 3abdily refers to one Sali7 Il Na3ami (pronunciation?) for these quotes. If you find any contention with these quotes, come forward. Please.

Many thanks to "sadeeg il barnamaj" 7amad Il M6airi.

Now, on to the words of none other than 'our cousins':

يقول كارمي غيلون، الرئيس الأسبق لجهاز المخابرات الاسرائيلية «الشاباك» :

« انني متأكد بأن الحركة الصهيونية لم تكن لتستطيع الاعلان عن قيام دولة اسرائيل لو كان قبل العام 1948 عرب على شاكلة رجال المقاومة الفلسطينية و مقاتلي حزب الله, لولا أن ما يحدث هو حقيقة ماثلة للعيان، لاعتبرنا أن ما تشهده دولتنا هو مجرد كابوس قاس، عندما تستنزف طاقتها في مواجهة تنظيمات قليلة الامكانيات، مع كل ما تملكه من أسباب القوة».

(القناة الأولى في التلفزيون الاسرائيلي، 14/7/2006).

تعليق: هاك يوّد هذيله القومجية يا محمد السالم. خلك انت تقومّج حق السعودية

الجنرال عامي أيالون الرئيس السابق لجهاز الشاباك، القائد السابق لسلاح البحرية , النائب عن حزب العمل الاسرائيلي يقول:

«يجب أن نكون واعين الى أن ما حصل في الشمال وفي الجنوب كان قصورا, ولكن هاتين العمليتين اللتين نفذتهما «حماس» في كرم سالم و«حزب الله» في الشمال كانتا عمليتي كوماندوز مركبتين ومهنيتين, انا رجل عسكري مع ماض جدير، وأقول لكم إنني كنت سأفخر بأن أقودهما»

(معاريف، 16/7/2006 ).

تعليق: لا تعليق . أتوقع أي أحد جاد في حبه وخوفه على لبنان يكون متابع للأخبار ويعلم جيداً عما تسفر عنه أية مواجهة برية ما بين الكيان الصهيوني وجنود حزب الله.

الجنرال شلومو غازيت، الرئيس السابق لجهاز الاستخبارات العسكرية «أمان» يقول:

«ان كان ثمة استنتاج عاجل يتوجب أن نستخلصه من الخزي الذي ألم بدولتنا في المواجهة الحالية مع حزب الله والفلسطينيين هو أنه يتوجب أن نتوصل لتسويات سياسية مع الأنظمة العربية الحالية، ودفع الأثمان لقاء ذلك, فيحظر على اسرائيل أن تنتظر حتى يصل المتطرفون الى سدة الحكم في الدول العربية, ان تجربتنا القاسية تؤكد باستمرار أننا لا يمكن أن نتوقع في العالم العربي، الا المفاجآت الصعبة، لذلك فلنتحرك سريعاً لعقد تسوية تقطع الطريق على المتطرفين العرب امكانية استغلال الصراع القائم من أجل الدفع نحو تعاظم قوتهم، فهذا هو الخطر الاستراتيجي الذي يتوجب علينا ألا نسمح له بالتحقق,, وهذا الى حد ما بأيدينا، فكفانا صلفا وغرورا في غير محله»,

(الاذاعة الاسرائيلية العامة، 15/7/2006).

تعليق: عزيزي شلومو, هالكلام يا حبذا لو توجهه الى ابن الق...ومجية ايهود أولمرت. بس ها, "خل ِ بالك", اياني واياك تكلمه قبل اسبوع. فإبن القومجية الثاني "سعادة الريّس" بوش قد أعطى الضوء الأخضر لأولمرت لأسبوع ثاني يتمتع فيه فيقتل من الضحايا الأبرياء ويهدم البيوت والعمارات وغيره وغيره , ولا يسعنا الا ان نقول لإبنا القومجيتيّن .. ثكلتك أمـُـك انت وياه "يا بتوع عود".
ولا يسعنا الا ان نهنئ كل من لام وحمّل حزب الله كل جرائم الكيان الصهيوني بنسبها له, فيظهر ان البابا بوش استوعب انكم "خوش عيال" فأمهلكم اسبوع اخر تلهون فيه بكلامكم الزايد.

افرايم هاليفي الرئيس السابق لجهاز «الموساد» يقول:

«ان أخطر ما يمكن أن تتوقعه اسرائيل من العرب أن يتوحد الدين مع التوجهات القومية، ان ما نعيشه حالياً يمكن أن يكون نكتة لما قد نعيشه في المستقبل في حال تواصل المد الاسلامي المقاتل في مواجهة الدولة العبرية, ان هذا هو الذي يتوجب أن يقلقنا بشكل كثير، وللأسف اننا لا نحرك ساكناً في سبيل قطع الطريق على تعاظم هذا الخطر عن طريق رفضنا ابداء تنازلات ولو شكلية, لقد سكرنا من شدة الفرح عندما أعلن شارون بتبجح في العام 1982 أنه طرد منظمة التحرير من لبنان، لنبكي بعد ذلك عندما فوجئنا أن من حل مكان منظمة التحرير هو حزب الله، العدو الأكثر خطراً، الذي مرغ أنف دولة بأكملها في التراب»,

القناة الأولى في التلفزيون الاسرائيلي، 15/7/2006

تعليق: ضيّعني بوالشباب في استخدامه كلمة "دولة" , وذلك لأني مؤمن أنها كلمة ليس من الممكن ان تطلق على الكيان الصهيوني. عموماً, حزب الله مرغ أنف الكيان الصهيوني كله في التراب بشهادة الرئيس السابق لجهاز الموساد. يعني مادري هل يريد بعض الأخوة والأخوات في الكويت والخليج أن يوضع شعار حزب الله على العلم المستخدم للاشارة الى الكيان الصهيوني ويكتبون تحته "الجماعة ناموا فينا" مثلاً؟ يعني والي يرحم لي والديكم, تبون تصيرون لبنانيين اكثر من اللبنانيون نفسهم وقلنا معلش, ادعّل ونتحمل شوّي. هالدور بتصيرون لنا اسرائيليين اكثر ممن ينتمي الى ذاك الكيان بالدفاع عن أمجاده وعدم التعرض لسمعته؟

Non readers of Arabic, here is something to chew on.

وقومجني يا مقومج

2006-07-16T11:05:00.000-07:00

THERE IS NO TITLE. THIS IS IN YOUR HEAD. I OWN YOU NOW.

Please make the time to watch this.

It does relate to the current war on Lebanon if you just take a minute to think for yourself as to how that is.

I do recognize the fact that, already, many here have deemed the 'western coverage' biased and ridiculous; yet there still are some presuppositions that are, in fact, primarily adopted and showcased by none other than the western coverage. That is a loop which many, unfortunately, seem to overlook, willingly or otherwise; and one, I hope you, sir/madam, would agree is ironic. And not in the haha-funny sense.

Again, this video does not discuss the war on Lebanon. This video, I can only wish, is intended to shed some light and provide a full-round picture for anyone and everyone who has ever taken anything for granted.
That would, I reserve the right to assume, be the majority of you - the readers. Simply because I doubt any of you has ever made it to "Palestine" (west bank/gaza).

Video again is here. Here, and here. Okay I'll stop now.

Adry imssakhat, bas wallah a3arf sowalef ba3athkom .. "NA7NO HONA"

PS: Naom Chomsky speaks. I really hope you know who that is. This is all in your head. There is no spoon.

2006-07-14T16:07:00.000-07:00

أرنوب ودبدوب

EDIT: please check diver's post here

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"The key thing to remember is to always be passive. You never ever raise an eyebrow or ask a question. You don't go into detail either. You just sit there, and take in what she says. That's the key thing to remember," Badir instructed. He sounded serious, too serious in fact, as if he really knew what he was talking about.
Nayif shook his head faintly, "why? What happens if I do comment on what she has to say?" he asked. Badir looked to his left side rear view mirror and leaned in before changing lanes; as he sprung back he turned to his passenger. "Let's just put it this way, every girl who reaches a certain age and finds herself single happens to think that she needs to reimpose herself on the world. You just have the messed up luck of happening to be there when that self-reassurance is unloaded."

Nayif was not impressed, he lowered the volume of the music in the background. "You're basically telling me that any girl who tells me about guys who propose to her is lying? No one proposes in fact?".
Badir pulled out a cigarette from a pack and pushed the gear to neutral as they coasted to a stoplight, "no not really. But let's put it this way, we're at a stoplight right now, and in a second a car will come to your right. In that car will be one attractive young lady. You and I will take a peek, and she will catch us taking that peek. If she's the type, then she thinks that our little peek gives her the right to go talk to her girlfriends all about the two guys who wouldn't let her be in peace. Would she be lying, would she be dramaticizing, I don't know. I don't care. What I do know is that she can, would, and girls have done it. The question is why. And the answer is to feel special, wanted. Pretty enough to be sought after. That sort of bullshit," he mumbled the last words as he flicked the lighter to liven his cigarette.
Nayif looked to his right, "how does that relate to a girl being proposed to? What's your point?".

Badir rolled the car off the street, "my point is, when a girl gets proposed to then that's okay. It's natural. But when she comes to you and tells you all about it, she's gonna make a big fuss out of it. She will tell you that she didn't like the guy, and then she'll tell you that her aunts went crazy when they heard who he was. She may tell you that her youngest aunt called her and nagged her into accepting to see him again, if not the first time. The feeling not ready thing is a whole different issue. Not the point. Anyway. She'll want to make you believe that she is someone who is wanted by some guy who is himself wanted by many women. This is where you shut up, be quiet and be passive. Let her comfort herself. I'm not saying she'd be lying, maybe that guy really did propose, but she doesn't tell you because she confides in you; she tells you because she wants to feel sought after."
Nayif was tossing his mobile between his hands. Badir continued, "the thing you have to come to terms with is that all girls, to some degree, believe that they are queens of a kingdom that exists in their heads. If not that, then they want to feel as queens of some kingdom that exists somewhere. If that kingdom happens to be your ear, then she'll tell you all about her majesty's potential chances to getting hitched. Most of the time, she'll want to make you feel that you're talking to someone special. That's her way of showing you."
"What? Show me what?" Nayif asked.

"Showing you that she's special. By storytelling all about the guys who want her, and all the guys that she doesn't want. Reasons will vary, of course, but that doesn't change anything. The key thing to remember is to be passive."
Nayif let down his mobile, and started looking out the window, and back into the car to the radio.
"You can't really blame them, you know. They're programmed to it. Majority of them will even think that they are pressured to thinking about it They see their friends, cousins getting married. They go to weddings, they buy dresses. They keep up with what mothers and sisters say. With time, it gets old. And the girl knows it, only she'll never tell you that it gets old. Actually, she'll just come along and tell you that she's bored of all the hassle about urging her to get married. She'd be as if whining to you of her being fed up, of sorts."
Nayif nodded, "that is true. It did happen."

Badir scrubbed his cigarette off the ashtray, " yeah, it's the same idea. It's not about whether guys have followed her on the street; and it's not about decent gents proposing to her; nor is it about being invited to a lot of weddings and spending money on dresses. It's all about wanting to impose herself on the world, and she does that by telling you guys all about it. She will try hard to make it seem natural, and like an everyday occurance. These twenty three year olds are all about that. She will go that extra mile to make it seem that she doesn't care. All the while, the key thing to remember is to be passive."

They took a turn into Kaifan, slowing down for a speed bump. Nayif was silent, "you never had a girl tell you she'd like to get married? Make it seem like a wish?"
Badir shrugged, "sure. But it's not the norm. The overwhelming masses want you to think that they are the ones who repel the idea of marriage because they don't need it. Sure, some girls believe in that, and you gotta respect them for it. But in most cases, it's all make-believe."
Nayif shook his head, "I'm still not convinced that's why she told me."

2006-07-10T16:55:00.000-07:00

ريّان

Meet Rayaan. Say 'hi rayaan' everyone. Every guy in the past 6 six years who has been "living" must have know one Rayaan. These are the men whose lives changed. They have seen the light. Indeed they have.

A Rayaan is the kind of girl that every guy wishes to end up with - the whole "forever" thing that is. She's the only woman who surpasses the laws of physics and biology for every one single young man. Our buddhist friends call it Nirvana - or so I claim and wrongfully report; we gentlemen just know it as an ideal. Here, in the sense of "a Rayaan".

A Rayaan is the girl all girls deep down inside want to be. Untouchable, and all about class. In the literal sense.
If you're an aspiring young woman, and you want to believe you're a Rayaan, all you have to do is ask yourself this: how many men have known me? If the answer is more than one, then you too are living testament to the fact that all girls want to be her. And of course, you're not her. It's nothing personal, really.

A Rayaan is the only kind of girl that guys don't talk about with friends. That's because Rayaan demands respect. In all its forms. Guys, voluntarily or otherwise, supply it. Loads and loads of it. And a Rayaan knows that already. It's like the unwritten rule or something. Yes, that's probably it.

Again, if you think you're a Rayaan, then ask yourself: did it ever occur that I thought some guy talked about me with his friends? Or, if a friend, a cousin, even the mother of this guy knows about me? If yes, then you're not a Rayaan. You want to be her. Even if you deny it, there will always be a voice inside that knows it's true.

By now, all the guys who have known a Rayaan are nodding their heads. It's like a cult or something. You know how people just know things about each other without saying a word? That's what the "I've known a Rayaan" club members have. Of course, as the unwritten rule dictates, no one talks about it.

As stated, a Rayaan is the kind of woman every guy aspires to end up with. The beauty of it all is that there is no certain criteria fitting to a Rayaan. That's because every single Rayaan is unique in her own way. Yet, they all possess certain traits that let guys know that no matter what happens, they will forever respect them.

Even if a guy knows a Rayaan, along with a bunch of other ditzy chicks, sooner or later, he will leave everyone for her. By the time he realizes what a Rayaan is worth, nothing ever lives up to his expectations. Except her.

Which is why you girls who by now know are not a Rayaan know why friends and cousins and the sort know 'about you'.

Rayaan is the girl who guys think of in terms of a house, kids, education, and a future. If you thought talking with 'your guy' about what to name 'your babies' as something that means anything, then you now know you're not a Rayaan.

A Rayaan is that young lady which guys will never ever wish to go out with at the moment because in their heads they want bigger and better things both for her and for them together.

Gentlemen who still are clueless as to who Rayaan is, we at Men Headquarters feel sorry for you and wish you will experience the pleasure (or agony, depending on how you see it) of knowing the form a true, perfect woman takes. Rest assured, you will come across one Rayaan. Chances are, though, she will break your heart. Without her ever knowing it.

Unfortunately, we cannot give any examples of ex-Rayaans because of the unwritten rule.

edit: I changed the name from Sara to Rayaan because I was impartial to the name 'sara' and was asked 'shma3na sara'. A legitimate question, o 7ada mako sebab. So now it's a name I love and which 'means something' to me.
As for 'shma3na Rayaan', it's what I intend to name my daughter inshalla.

For those who don't know, its the name of one of the doors to heaven (baab il sa'imeen to be exact).

2006-07-09T07:48:00.000-07:00

بالأمس كانوا معي واليوم قد رحلوا

The 'okays' of politics.

- it is okay to wage a war based on a hunch, that there are weapons of mass destruction
- but it is only okay to do that if you are the president of the united states
- it is okay to win an election, by the way, after you waged such war
- it is perfectly clear that the kuwaiti government is corrupt..
- but the US? even on the same case that deems the kuwaiti govt as corrupt? oh no, the US gets a pass
- in 40 yrs time, someone will write "The then United States adminstration had the liberty to say, do and or claim anything. Not because of its possession of all that is media related and, thus, global opinion; but because the then Kuwaiti people excused it of any wrong doing. Even when, at the time, the Kuwaiti people have sprung up in protest to issues which were in one way or another related to that single case which deemed the Kuwaiti government as corrupt."
- terrorism takes only one form.. and that is the form of declaring-you-are-a-terrorist-on-a-videotape
- it is not cool whatsoever to ask "if those guys can allegedly put planes into buildings, dont they have dvd recorders or something?"
- sadam 7sain goes to trial .. and still comes on top because he's making a mockery of it all .. and mr president insists on this being,, mm,, justice? .. what would texas ranger chuck norris say?
- it is not "cool" or .. "hip" .. or .. "politically correct" - so it seems - to start your speech by "besmelah elra7man elra7eem, wel salat wel salam 3ala ashraf el khalg wa a3tham el morsaleen nabeyena mo7amad salla allah 3laih o aaleh o sa7beh ajme3een .. "
- why? well, because you can say "besmelah el ra7man elra7eem, bedayatan wedy akheth la7tha lel do3a' bel shefa' el3ajel ela 7abeebena wa mongethena wa manaarrena wa 3ezwatona wa man-kaadda-an-yakoon-nabeyyena-lawwla-el-7arraj a7mad el rub3y" .. it's what gets you elected,, salemly 3ala elsani3
- when you grow up and become the president of the united states, you get to say something like "diplomacy is a waste of time", get away with it, then have the biggest "inventory" of nuclear weapons/technology, and tell the world that any non-pro-business 'sovereign states' may not have any nuclear technology because you fear for the safety of .. the planet, i guess
- when you do grow up, become the president of the united states, say all that, you will be too smart to believe any of it .. but you're too smart you say it in a way that convinces people to back you up
- just like in the movies, all the good guys come from the united states, and all the bad guys want to blow up the united states .. even Superman knows that
- israel gets to launch strikes on a whole region/country for one "kidnapped" soldier .. keyword: soldier, the quotes tamweeh .. and they are excused
- sure, kidnapping isn't exactly the nicest thing to do if you want to negotiate over a cup of tea .. but what about all the murdered palestinian children? "it's a casualty of war" they say (and some kiddos over here say "gal3athom ewgefaw thidna bel ghazo") .. but apparently, holding someone, correction: a soldier, hostage excuses a raid
- to recap: kill children, and you get to say something like "it's a war" .. your killing springs the holding a soldier hostage: go kill more children, and say it's a war
- for the record: fuck 7amaas, but fuck the zionists a tad more .. or a lot more for that matter
- lesaan 7aal "nabeha khamsa" fema yet3alag b 7adas: "bel amse kano ma3y, wal yawm gad ra7alo"

2006-07-04T18:35:00.000-07:00

KU: Why is it the greatest?
Ver1.06

Masma3? You studied in the states? Britain? Mafaka, you can't touch this.

Exhibit A:

The trip to one of KU's campuses depending on where you study, aw wain emsajel ekhteyary ma3a el rabi3, is one of the most interesting and rewarding things you can ever do on the road. Ever.
The prettiest girls, the flashiest cars, the range of ages you come across hopping and dancing to "baba fain" in the cars, the types of people you encounter on the road; being pulled over for doing 110 on a 120 road just because mr police officer saw you tailing that pretty girl in the flashy car we just talked about; recieving an sms from your "girlfriend" (kafo ely yemashy aflaam) telling you how cute you look when you've been a 'bad boy' (she would know, wouldn't she? Ah yes, you KU-graduate you) and pulled over. All the while, you're on the phone trying to get a hold of "3baid" el molazim awal 3ashan eyee yefokik mn hal balwa.

On more finer mornings, say a Monday and having already skipped your 8am lecture and now you're on ilkhaleej bet6awel el 6ereej et6eglek fara, you check your watch and it's 9.30. Your lecture starts at 11, so what do you do? Depends on who "you" are. If you've studied in the states or some other awful excuse for what you call an education, you're probably still wondering why the other "you's" out there skipped the 8am lecture in the first place. Nerds.
So here's the deal, if you're a Corvette owner, for example, you roam the lanes of the Gulf Road looking for the loudest sounding Mustang to fry. Once you succeed (o ashkara tawa 6ale3 mn share3 el me6a3em yayek maig mn wara), you check in the mirror that there's no dawreya in sight, then you proceed wetnagid ra3y el ford mn awal el sib7 wala tehaneeh eb legmeta. Then, you shall continue el ba7ar kela emsayar weya bolshabab, hearing all those excuses about shlon "ma rikab thaany yabnal7alaal" wela shlon "el seeneya mombadella sarlaha sentain, 3a6ny ragmek ent w mayser kha6rek ela 6ayeb ben3amy, in3eed-ha 7athreen lel6aybeen". Wetha ent 7adik eb tathbet wejoudek ka 6aalib mo7taram fi koleyat el adaab, ta36eeh sheghel "kaaaaak" bain el fayna wel okhra.

However, if one fine KU-final-destination gent is sporting a Cayenne turbo o baty tawa kan nazil, and it just so happens that *gasp* he sees "Danoh" ra3yat el "Rinnj" el azrag who obviously is - for those US/UK students who have no idea how we do it back in the motherland - is in the 11am lecture weya sa7ebna ra3y el cayenne; he does the simple calculation that Danoh mo yaya etgiz hal7aza, it's 9.30am, she's near el salmiya (3end 6arbaan if you must know), and all alone. Wa7da men el thentain, el bent ya emwa3da (o eb tes7ab 3ala mo7atharat 11am), aw enha betro7 takhethlaha 3asseer to neutralise the weather. Because we at KU are taught to be optimistic, our jolly-mean-good chap here wishes on a star that it's the latter, takes a U-turn, goes to "malik el3a9eer" mn wara (ee yoba, mn sob AUK, ashkara emsaweenha?) and finds our gorgeous Range-Rover-driving, Cartier-watch-wearing, Burberry-shirt-fitting, wavy-hair-wearing friend already parked there.
One year later, "Danoh" is heartbroken for learning that Khalid's name was actually Waleed, and that the Cayenne turbo he so eloquently fit in was actually his cousin's. And oh, the heartbreak? Yeah, that's because she learnt that he was a Philosophy major and not Engineering. To this day, the likes of "Danoh" would have you believe ena "el kalb shdarani hathy sowalfa, kan yesame3ni Asseel o 3abdilmajeed, ya raby mo sowalef elhailag ana shdarani" .. Abooch labo shagol al7een, emsaweelich mix tape wetgoleenly mo sowalef 3agad?
Look at the faces of all you US/UK grads, "but, how did she know he was a Philosophy major and not Engineering?". It's called a yearbook (somehow, this has come to be the item that makes it all worthwhile. You'll understand when you see one.)

But for all you dovey lovey bird things out there, you will be happy to learn that KU is known for its romantacizing as well. Ah yes indeed. KU, the university with no courses about love yet somehow is the school that managed to bring out the Don Juans in the majority of its students. Note: ma3a el ta7afuth ilshadeed 3ala 6alabat koliyat el 6ib.
From il 3daileya's space ejbaal el cafteria (sej sej shakhbare) to 'share3 el7ob' eb kaifan (emtedadan mn mabna 3abdala el 3taibi laih elbawaba ely eb wayh nady elkwait), to the infamous "skwair" in shwaikh 7ag el 3laimeya (ay wa7ed wasil will agree ena 'el lobby' is where it's all it) - those are the places that Shakespeare never knew about. Or else, trust me, romeo and juliet would not have a balcony. These, ladies and gentlemen, are the places that excuse the 3kd plus price on MTC's share price. Until the introduction of bluetooth technology. Aasif, kent metkharij by that time, we old school (or, just as might, ma kent adry sheno ya3ni bluetooth .. 3aady).

However, that's beside the point. We are in exclusive mention of all that has to do with the trip to KU's campuses. And fear not, dearest Harvard-slash-Oxford-grad-wannabes, for all is not lost. Gathaya el ma7akim o nesbat el 6alag bil balad tesh'hadly.

Now, seriously, doesn't that beat riding the train/bus or walking to school?

2006-07-02T15:29:00.000-07:00

عكس

"For ever, I have witnessed the convention that a picture is worth a thousand words. And indeed, it is my sight that speaks to me as well. I read how people look at us in my silence but not yours. I have become so good at reading that over time I have come to differentiate between the vast variations of what a smile conveys. From pity, to your regular smile of trying to be nice. I see you nodding your head as if you know what I just said to myself, but I know that you do not know the difference between those smiles. I read the awkwardness I impose. It is my strength that weakens me.
Take my husband, I read the million messages he conveys to our sorroundings. Sometimes, when it is not so obvious, I let him know that it does not bother me how I am percieved. I let him know that I can block a thousand voices when I don't even hear any sounds, but it is his rambling eyes that never fail to shatter my wordy heart to pieces. I try to reason with him, my oh so dear husband, that he should not be ashamed when people smile at him motioning back to me. Many times I have seen my husband mutely scream and it is his face that deafens my heart. What burden have I dropped on your shoulders, love, that you shall suffer when I, the one in question, am at peace."

2006-07-01T10:59:00.000-07:00

داي ان اه فايــَر

If he plays like a homo..
Walks like a homo..
Talks like a homo..
Acts like a homo..
Whines to the ref like a homo...

Then it's probably Cristiano.

Die slow, motherfucker.

Yeah that's right, keep praying. Jesus 3omrah ma ra7 yertha 3alaik yabnelkalb :(

I would say "wait until Henry sticks it up your ass", but you would like that, wouldn't you. Faggot.

Ronaldo fan? Fuck you too.
Chin up, England.

Edit: He better 'make it up' to me by keeping France out of the finals. Yes. I have no principles.

2006-06-27T18:30:00.000-07:00

يو أينت قُت شت اون أه نقا

دراسة زيّها زيّ "دراسات" مجلس الوزراء ياخونّه

بناء الامال على انتخابات الفين وستة = محمد عبده ورابح صقر خابين روحهم دقدقة وغناوي حق المنتخب السعودي

عبدالله النيباري = محمد الشلهوب؟

ودام خاربه خاربه:

احمد الفهد = اوكرانيا
محمد ضيف الله = اسبانيا

"الوطنيون" الكويتيون = المنتخب السعودي في مونديال 2006

أيّ والله, كلنا معاك يالأخضر

2006-06-20T04:55:00.000-07:00

بيكوز اي سيد سو

- Look at me. What is it exactly about my choice of font, or size of script here that makes you think I care what you think, when I know what you think is wrong?
I believe everyone has the right to think what they think, yes; but I also believe that for all matters there can only be one right stance. Luckily enough, I like to think I have (the) enough (amount of) self-respect to think that what I think is true and not what has been imposed or forced on my not so fine self. If you think something when you don't know it, then that's just a waste of time and effort.
Thinking you know is a whole different thing from knowing you know. The latter being just as bad as 'thinking you think'.
It's not personal; I fuck with everybody.

- Having spent two weeks in Kuwait, I have failed to see any of the reported, and recurring, annoyances that many people bore me to death with. Here is why.
I don't walk into a place thinking beforehand what I want to think of people. If I walk into a mall and think "all guys with chmaghs will look like rabi7 sagir", then that's exactly what I will see.
If I walk into a mall and think "all girls will be dressed accordingly", then that would not be exactly what I see, but it is what I will see, no doubt.
Here's the thing. There are far too many things in the universe going on at one time, that you only see what you want to see. If you think Kuwait is way behind and that it's where guys annoy girls, and where girls annoy guys, then please drop me a line and I will be very, very happy to pay for your one-way ticket to land on my dick.
However, if you wish to note that Kuwait is behind and does not take itself seriously on the more serious level, then that is something I would gladly discuss. Manners intact and all.

- I think individual thought is something that we as human beings lack. I think individual thought is misinterpeted when it is shown, and I think individual thought owns your life.
Relating to the first point - if you consider these to be points, like I do. Not. - I proposed that what you think you think is not what you think you know and that in turn is not what you know you know; and thus, please do yourself the favour of not believing everything you hear coming out of the mouth of a candidate running for parliament. This will in turn make my life so much easier because I would not have to hear about St. Abedal Naibarus, or Pope Welyadikt Tabtebater II.
Fuck the five constituencies/districts/circles if that's all those guys are going to talk about and fuck you too if you want to vote for them based solely on where they stand on the matter.
I know that because I am yet to come across a candidate who discusses Maktab Il Shaal's latest report.

- I think young moms are the hottest thing that ever stepped foot on this planet. Had to vent.

- Courtesy of my friend, I read banat il reyath on the plane. The Ba7raini flight attendant asked me to where I got when he saw the book in my hand, and I told him I didn't start it yet and asked if he'd read it already. He said he didn't finish it yet but that he thinks that what he has already read of it was true. I concur.
The only thing I would note about the book is that the author at times does not seem like she cares what I, the reader, think what she thinks. In other words, the reliance on the narrator (writer of emails) does flow nicely, but at times is sort of boring because there is no 'real opinion' (of the author) to which you may want to contend or agree with. Works both ways though, since at the end the narrator can be taken as a main character and not just a narrator. Yeah.
Mad respect to Dr Jamal Buresly.

- I bought an electric can opener yesterday. O wa7da mn el thentain, ya ana ma3arflaha, ya ehy sij ghabeya. I think it's a bit of both. You in the back who said ana el ghabi, chairz lav.
So, back to the 3ali-way of opening cans. Get a knife, pinch it in the metal, and "pull on it". That's one. You now have a "line that is cut". Take knife out, strike the metal again, and pull again. You now pull to make a Triangular-shape, making both "lines" meet at a point. Then you literally cut the point, raise the metal just enough to fit a finger, and proceed to open the can.
Sweetcorn never tasted better.

طلال العيار "أبغض ما عنده" تفرقة وتقسيم الشعب الكويتي الى طوائف وفئات و"كل تلك المسميات الكريهة". طيّب.
عيّل فسرلي بارك الله فيك يالحبيب, شلون ما تبي تقسم المجتمع وبعدين تقول لازم كل الفئات و"الشرائح" تمثـل في المجلس؟
مامداك, توّك تقول ما تبي تقسم, عيل على اي اساس تبي الجميع يمثل؟
بالأحرى, أي جميع وأنت من يقول بعدم وجود "الجميع" بل وجود "الكويتيون" فقط.
اذا فيك خير, دع "الجميع" تعني التوجهات والفكر من خلال الاحزاب.

قلت أحزاب يا بو مبارك, وليس أنساب.

تهجموا بعض الناس على محمد المطير لأنه قال لعبدالله النيباري انه كذاب, أو فيما معناه كذاب. وشتان ما بين الأمرين. لكن نطوّفها الحين ونشوف شنهي اخرة الدلع والمياعة عند البعض وعقلية لا اوعى ما اتؤلشي كدا.. "جاء ذلك جراء ادعاء" النيباري على ان محمد المطير مدعوم من قبل مجموعة الاخوان المسلمين. والناس زعلت على المطير ليش انه قال حق واحد "قد ابوه"- الله يرحمه - انه يكذب.
أكرر
He may have said it, but not in so many words. مثل ما يقولون عيال خالتنا مارغرت

مادري, المطير ماخذ دور النيباري عند كاشير الجمعية؟
شدخل العمر بالموضوع, وانتوا نفسكم الناس الي قلتوا عمر النيباري لا يعيب انه ينزل بالانتخابات.
يقوله ماني راد عليك لأنك تكبرني؟ ليش ما يقوله خلاص اتنازل عن الانتخابات لان انت مرشح, وترى مو عن شي بس لانك اكبر مني.
أشوف لما "الياهل" الي بالادارية قام و"طوّل لسانه" على الدويلة كان عادي؟
وفعلا ً عادي.
المشكلة ان الي يسمع يقول الحين المطير عمره 18
يعني انا الي عمري 22 هم راح ينوخذ مني موقف اذا كنت عاتبت المطير وقلتله يحترم نفسه؟

وبعدين السياسي المحنك الي كل من يطبل له ويرفع فيه, يكون رده على ذكر تاريخه السياسي في خلط الأوراق والتقول بأن القانون المعني هو أيضا صوّت عليه من قبل جماعة فلان والا علان؟
وانت شكو من صوّت مع القانون؟
وهل رد "السالفة صار لها 14 سنة" عذر مثلا؟ طيّب, صار له 14 سنة لكنه طالع لمدى عشرين وللحين الكلام داير

يالله ما عليه, ممن يسمون ليبراليين ما ينوخذ منهم لا حق ولا باطل. أو بالأحرى, ما ينوخذ منهم غير الباطل.

وأخيراً, أبلغني "صديق البرنامج" حميّد المطيري بأن هناك "تصوّر" للدائرة الواحدة من قبل الحكومة.
"ذا كاتج" هو ان الناخب يكون له صوتين فقط.
قلت له انه هذا الشيء لن يطوف ولا يطوّف, لكنه أصر على خلاف ذلك.
شرايكم يا جماعة الخير؟

2006-05-30T06:44:00.000-07:00

An Essay in Time

1. Pending.

- deshdasha
- ghetra we3gaal
- marag la7am
- "fotocheeny" elbait
- "ga3t-eljedir"
- weekend
- shabab el de3iya
- zaad elkhair
- temetwir sa7777
- really hot weather
- a7la banat beldenya
- izwaraat
- dowaween
- bekhtesaar kol ma latha wa 6aab .. not just in the food sense

2. Past.

Came back from The Da Vinci Code. I reckon five to seven people asked me if I saw it, telling me that they have read that the movie does not deliver as much as the book. That would in fact be an entailment of a presupposed truth - that you thought the book delivered.
The movie is okay. It would have been a lot better actually if the Langdon character was not played by Tom Hanks. Worlds apart from past performances, he comes off as giving you the impression that this is a Disocovery channel's documentary where he just narrates. The heroes of the movie are Audrey Tautou's legs. If you think I'm kidding then okay, the best performance was from Alfred Molina - despite the fact that he does not have a lot of screen time. If you, as I, think of Audrey's legs are merely adequate, then you'll probably finish the movie and foresake it the minute you walk away.
Interestingly, you wouldn't. The narration is good, especially with the flashbacks (or scenery let us say) from the past. Not really a surprise there noting that Ron Howard is directing.

All that aside, if you know the history of what is known as Christianity in the present day: watch the movie. If you don't know that, then simply don't watch. Think of it as a prerequisite, actually, that you gather an understanding of what the holy trinity belief is; why it is found in the first place; as well as, and none the less importantly, some general knowledge about the role of the Church - or better yet the influence it had some centuries ago.

If you just read the book, then that's not enough. Fuck the book, fuck Dan Brown, and fuck you too. It's a story of fiction, and at the heart of it - I assume as well as I should - is the argument revolving around The Last Supper painting.
Point being, the story is way too ambitious and in itself does not hold.
Besides, if you're a Muslim/a then the story should not be of any significane to you as it does not insult neither your intelligence nor your faith.

PS: If you do watch the movie, regardless of whether you have read the novel, try to relate to the true characters who are in fact telling the story in a way: Jean Reno's "Fache", and Paul Bettany's "Silas".

3. Future.

Two thirds across the path, I have trotted. Unconfirmed results, I await. For it is only in mid-August may one rest, that is when one faces one's moment of truth. Demanding as it may have seemed or have been reported, analogized at times as being a mountain's top which one shall climb, is what proves to be incorrect.
A title in life, one should pursue; since it is a title that wealth, indeed brings. Patience is a virtue to have, I must; said easier than executed, to that I conform.

2006-05-27T07:23:00.000-07:00

Count

Because I was more serious preparing for my IGCSE Biology exams than I am serious nowadays for the sake of this degree, I present to you 34 more movies. All hollywood, and all supposedly out on dvd, available on torrents, aired on some channel, even came to Kuwaiti cinemas - point being, the only excuse you have for not watching any of these is because you chose not to. If you didn't know about any of these, then that's even worse.
Gents, whoever has already seen most of these, you and I will seriously make good friends.
Ladies, whoever has already seen all of these then, baby, will you marry me?

^ makes more sense now in 2006 than it did when it first came out

^ proof that you don't need anything but good dialogue and good acting to make a great flick

^ not many of this genre that i know of, anyone?
^ anyone else thought this was genius?
^ anyone else felt like an idiot at the end for falling for it?

^ "IT'S ALL ABOUT MONEY, KID. THE REST IS JUST CONVERSATION"

^ "you wanna go home, or you wanna go to jail?"

^ "iz no' as though iz a bag a fakin peanuts, izi?"
^ one scene makes it all worthwhile
^ arguably THE best movie of ALL time

^ watch and relate to Kuwait & drug distribution^ epic
^ the quote-movie

^ fucked up

^ ahahah

^ interesting to say the least

^ i cried

^ better than the godfather imho .. ok, at the same level

^ best in its genre .. if it has a 'genre'
^ 7tenths: this is the movie with "YOU REALLY ARE A FUNNY GUY"

^ not sure if there's been better dialogue
^ i laughed

^ disturbing, great nonetheless

Count how many you've watched - not for the sake of counting, but so you can WATCH THE REST.

2006-05-25T10:14:00.000-07:00

سيلّمه

Movies you need to watch after semester 2.

^ silly dialogue at first
but it gets better

^ only the best fight scene .. ever
disturbing to an extent

^ tries way too hard to excuse geishas
watch only if you claim to be opinionated
or if you appreciate some major cinematography

^ che guevara is way overrated
good character study though .. if you're into that kinda stuff

^ an answer to all the silly and simple-minded fucks who think elkwait is some special kind of place where only the wrong resides
also, unique POV since your narrator is a 12 yr old boy

^ only watch if you have a sense of humor ,, or it'll just go over your head
for those who've already seen it: "stop dripping" AHAHAHA

^ wish there were more of those

^ just in case you've been living in a world where you desperately need to consider killing yourself for not watching this yet

^ solid in ways brokeback mountain can never dream of
and btw: fuck all you homos and homo-lovers out there

^ makes you want to blow that hollywood sign up

^ probably best popcorn movie since ..

^ i was genuinely surprised when a friend told me she hasn't seen it yet
seriously, what the fuck?

^ what 'film' is all about

^ must watch again

^ definitely must watch again

2006-05-21T16:06:00.000-07:00

nicotine

He lay on the floor, on his back, supporting his neck with two cushions of the dowaneya's furniture. You would have guessed, judging from the look on his face, that he just heard a name he knew being announced dead on the tele. Far from it, in fact, since Jay Leno was on. He used to think Leno was the funniest guy on TV. Far from it now, it seems.
He looked to his side and cursed under his breath noticing the ashtray was full of the waste of the filth he's just acquired a nasty taste for two days ago. He sprung up and emptied the ashtray in the bin, got back to his covers and cushions and noticed his mobile swerving on the floor silently. He knew it was her, so he ignored and proceeded to the fridge to get a coke. Then returned to watch bad television.

He has been weighing his situation ever since he saw her. It was her birthday three days ago, you see, and so he decided to skip work at the bank and go to the hospital to meet his wife. No, it's not like that.
His wife's a doctor who just turned twenty five. His idea of being romantic was to pick twenty four white flowers and one red to stand out representing the new year. He also thought that since he was in a hospital, everyone who saw him would think the flowers were for a patient. That was his plan.

Sucking in the nicotine, now, he wondered what would be easier for him. Letting her go, or keeping her and making her life miserable. Both, he thought, would eat away at his manhood. If he did let her go, his family and hers would eventually know why he let her go. If he didn't let her go, he still couldn't have children with her.

No, again, it's not anything like that.

As he walked into the hospital three days ago, he did so slowly and turned the bouquet in his hands making sure it was meticulously organized and presented. He gave himself a smile.
He reached his wife's office and opened the door, only to not see her there. He felt like an idiot having that big smile on his face, and thanked god he didn't just scream `happy birthday`.
He made his way through the corridor, and heard giggling from the corner.
He collected himself and turned down the extension of his smile, making sure one last time that the flowers were presentable.

Now, as he surfed through the channels, he felt what he thought was anger building up inside him. His hand started to shake as he looked over his side to see the shaking mobile again vibrating and displaying his wife's name. He still ignored it. Where it, he thought, referred to his wife and not the mobile.

He opened the door where his wife's giggles came from, and saw her leaning on the desk with her back to her male colleague who looked like he was having a realllly good time as he was leaning into her.
He pushed the door wide open and stood there. The male doctor noticed there was someone at the door and sprung back. The look on his face translated into 'i-could've-sworn-i-locked-the-door'. His wife looked up and within a nanosecond - no, instantly her facial expressions changed completely. He proceeded calmly inside the office to the two pairs of eyes fixated on him. He lay the flowers on the desk and looked up to see the scared male doctor.

He flicked the remote control until the tele was back on Leno, who had a guest who looked familiar. He kept it back on Leno to remind himself who the guest was and on which series or in which movie he saw her.

2006-05-16T19:59:00.000-07:00

من ذكريات أس أل

- tadry youm 7enna enteba3ad, kel hal denya o ahalha yefgedoun ensaan wa7id, o afgid ana el denya kelha

- faman eljar7 ya theek elsewalef ba3ad ma khanat thnouny thenouny, 3araft alqadr o kethb alwalayef, jerou7ak 3alemouk o 3alemouny

- manty methel layla el3aameriya, la wala balqees ma7boobat nezaar
enty mo e7sas 3aady o shaa3ereya, enty el gheera mn e7sasech taghaar
enty akher ma begaaly mn begeya, etsadgeen lo geltlich 3eshgy ente7aar?
la la 7aram nekoun athnaina el tha7eya, dam ana weyach fi nafs el masaar

- ta3aaly eshtag lech far7y ta3aly jadedy far7y .. ta3aly wesma3y jar7y yeghaneelich 3ala lailah
etha kenty te7ebeeni wetha lech galb yaghleeny tejeen elyom tarweeni o ghesny te3dely mailah

- waffir ely tegola mahma nawy tegoul, la tethenn b sehola telga 3endy geboul..
esh 3alay lo tabeeni? 7ebenny eb raa7etek
elmohem la tejeeny, ma abi jayettek

- la7that ma la7agta, la7that ma ragamta, wainech ya kelmat laa? la7that ma kalamtah, la7that ma 6awa3tah, wainech ya kelmat la?

- sa3ba la ghaab la7tha, la7thety tiseer sa3ba .. telgaany ashky "6aal bo3dah o malait", amshy b kaifah o kaify maho ye3ajba, bamrah o bamr el shoug lo gaal labait

- is7y mn a7laamek, kefaya el amaany, 3eeshy walaw mara eb naar el 7ageega
galby legalaah 7ob thany, galb ye3awethny ghalaak eb degeega

- mosta7eel el ro7 3an 7obek tetoub
wel 3awathel la yehemek ghadraha .. la tesadeg 3aathel el7ob el la3oob daamaha ro7y shekat lek amraha,, laih ya fattaan..

- eedy beedik ya 7abeebi mn el fajir 7ata el magheeby, namlik el denya bedainah w allah layghayer 3alaina, ya shams ya shams la la tegheeby

- isdeg b wa3dak youm wedy a7es enek wefy, eshra7ly el maktoum 3alemny serak laih khafee .. a36e el hawa jazrah o maddah sabry wosal ya zain 7adah,, lelsabir galow e7dod, yamsabir el maw3oud

- ayaamy marrat laitaha bet3oud
bathakir el naasy baha.. laih ho nesa wa3dy
b ayamy kanat tebtesim le'wroud wel zahar yetfata7 o yarsel 3ebgah elwardy..
wel ful wel narjis tara mn 6ayyib el anfaas - ma7den ye3abir aw yewakheth "3aaakalam eNaas" -

- jatny sedeegat'ha tegoul:
"flaana tahdeek e3tethaar.. wetgoulek gheth el nethar, khalha te3eesh bagy el nahaar..
7ata so'alek 3annaha asba7 yethaayeg'ha ketheer
en kaan fi galbek laha 7ob tegool enah kebeer?
etrek'ha khalha o shaanaha" ...
hathy el resaala bekhtessar :
- feena te3eesh el thekrayaat, tarrfeth temout o tentehy
tess7a el jerou7 el maatheyaat, 3aks ma nereed o neshtehy

- ma kent aby akthar mn ely feek lagaitah, 7anaan o regah o 6eebah o galb ya kobor baitah
etsakeni wese6 sadrik bedainek jar7y dawaitah, kefaya basmetek hathy etnaseeny ely 3anaitah

- temoreny ayaam wel 7aal nafs el 7aal, ya7bayebi ma anaam.. laily be3ainy 6aal
mashghool bel mee3ad, atraghab el akhbaar.. yaa laitena jeeran weldaar janb eldaar

- enta emza3el nafsek laih wem3ayesh galbek fe hamah?
el mawthou3 akthar mn 3ady, la ta36eh akbar mn 7ajmah

- balga gairek mn yabeeny, wenta awal mn darrah
wel 3omor fakkir 7abebi 3omra ma yerja3 warah

- ba6wy sowaad elail, bar7al 3an idyaary .. taarek waray keleshay, keleshay
masaary maho bekhteyaary .. laha saary

- laih lama ajeek.. lama ajeek yetba3thar kalaamy? o laih lama ajeek magdar agool, laih?
hatha 7aly o mn zemaan, lama ashoufek ansa nafsee.. weshloun ma ansa elkalam

- lo ne6agt esmek tedour el arth feeny, lo lemast edainek ashreg bel kalam

- 3esh'ak ya 3omri naseeb yab3id o meny areeb wel shoo' ya aghla 7abeeb maktob 3alaya
es'al negoom elail 3an albe daa' el waail we3mel fe albe gemeel we7dhun 3enaya
kalam el3ain beye7ky 3an el 3osha' daleely 3an el ashwa' wenta 7abebi daleelak fain (lol)

- me7tag le3naik ya lail wel7ob elsafy ya lail ;]

- 3an tebaree7 el 3atab tes'al setaayer ghorfety
faghedin soutek ye7arik fe sekoun el yasmeen
sakirr abwaabek o ra7 amsa7 begaya 7eerety
daam matheena saraab, 7obena tashkeel 6een

- khalny agraa lek tewareekh el nehaya b dam3ity
yaly 6afait el jenoun b ree7 thalj .. o kelmetain
yaly ssadik naar, taakel fe gheyaabek jannety
lelza3al fenjaan barrid, mal yan6er shefetain

- enty wana eb meshkela, 7allaha nebga bi3eed.. jar7y 3endek, es'alah ya7chee wey3eed
elnedama 3aly faat, mosta7eel te7yee ely maat .. ba3dik ana barja3 ana, wel 7ayat terja3 7ayaat

- kefaya el khedaa3, kefaya el wedaa3, kefaya hatha 7obak gad saara thayyaa3 ;[

- sa3at a7es eny 3an el naas fi 7aal .. o sa3at ath7ak mn gesa el wagt wabkee .. ka'eny gareeb bain el aw6aan jawaal .. mahma ebte3ad galby bey7enn le wa6ankee

- adaary el jar7 gedaamak, wa3awwid galby el ketmaan .. ath7ak, wa6reb a7laamak o kelly lel the7k walhaan
tara ya sayedi el basma waraha lou3ah o 7ermaan, o galb shaa7ebin rasmah o hammin soretah ensaan..
mathaaher najmaha saa6e3, o 3ainek? shoufaha ghal6aan
tegol b tha7kety waage3? ghasheem o tej'hal el alwaan

- a3eesh ayam fi 7eerah, o tel3ab feeny el afkaar.. ana shsawait o wain akh6ait? a7awel bas atthakar.. wala athker sewa 7obi, o tha7kat 3ashegain esghaar

- 7abebi, ma ta3awadna nekhaly bainena asraar, wetha fe3lan ana mekh6y? lajel 3ainek bat3athar..
3eyouny, rou7y o galby 7alaalek kelehom.. mn bainehom ekhtaar

- rethaina el ham.. o 3eshna el tholm, meshaina el darb lel aakher
refathna el ams.. o nour el shams, o serna nentethir baachir
7ageegatna sarat zaif .. ma7abatna sa7abat saaif :(

- 6airy 3aneed el baas, rabek ho el haady .. el shahd yag6er mn khaddah 3ala chtoofah
6airy 3e6er fawaa7, 6eebin o kaady .. 6airy ana bel zain kaamel wosoofah
(a-a3gad mn thaalek?)

- redeny le daar khely ya zemany redeny, sheel meny ta7eya bel ma7aba wadeny, hadeny elshog walla fi bo3dek hadeny

- khethny le denya, ajmal denya .. wa7dik feeha o mafi sewaak, wardaha 7obek 3e6raha gorbek shamsaha enta o thelha hawaak

- ya shaww' ya7ram elghafaa .. yamrakhes edmo3 el bashar, ya 7ob lam7a wekhtafa
ma 3ad sheftello athar, ya barrd 3am yelqee el dafa
yadmou3 3am tem7ee el sowar, 7ekme o ma kelna ne3refa.. eno el adar howe el adar
sho sar ya darb el hawa ya zari3 fi alby el ta3ab
mesh ham ma 3edna sawa, wala ham nebrom 3alsabab, lemhhen mn ba3d el ghara' nensa el 3azab ely marra', ba3dak ya alby ely e7tarra' maghrom 7err'a bellahab

- mn wa'at ma hal kawwn ebteda, kano etnayyn b hal denny o ma kan fi ghayrron 7adaa wala yen6efy el 7ob el hanni
albunn 3ala el shaww' ehtada, sarat sineen tesro' seneen, fa saar yosa3 hal madda .. wel bo3d yekbar bel denne
wel yawm serna 3al hadda, ne7ro' 7ayaat emzayyene, ma dhall bel ward nadaa w laa fi ghussin 3am yen7eny
web'eet wa7dy ma3ada a7laam 3omri el warddany.. la sawt 7ata o la ssada yendah o yes'al sho beny
(ba3ad 3omri entay walla)

- lat7alefny o la tes'aleny, ana ma feyye ensaaYn .. jan el hawa o ramany 6ayarny ana wayaak

- betmor sa3at ba3de lo'aana wel ro7 lewgoudak 3a6shana .. tou7ashny 3enaik
o balaa'ey el donya ba'et fadhya ma3a enne elnas ray7a o gayya .. wana ba7lam beek

- ely sheftah fi 7ayaty mo geleel .. la tegherrik tha7kety 7ezny asseel

- tethakar youm yetsaawa gheyaby 3anek we7thoury?
tesaawat ghaibetek ma3 jayetek, ma 3ad lek haiba
famaanelah ya jasy wala kan el jefa 6oury .. ta3alamt el jefa mennek o mn galbek wala3eebah

- maa ly gair adaary hal sekoot.. ana ma ly gair kefny lain amout .. mouty lech ya3ni ilhanna, menho 3althaany jana

- ana la sema3t el3oud wanghaam elwatar, haal dam3y fog khady kal ma6ar .. wardif el wannaat fi jen7 el thalaam.. baligh el 3aasheg o golah la tanaam
hakatha bel 3eshg 3omry gad 3abar, fi be7our el 3eshg ma 7asalt barr.. mn dakhal ba7r el hawa, tayyah o haam .. baligh el3aasheg o golah la tanaam

2006-05-16T09:52:00.000-07:00

ليه ارتجي عطفك "يا جوّيس" وليه اشتكي له..؟
مواقف في تاريخ ريّاستك.. هيهات

كلمتين بقلبي حافظهم وودي اقولهم للمدعو جاسم الخرافي

ًًَتـَغـتــَرّ ُ ِللجهلِ بالدنيا وَزُخرفها
إن الشقي لمَنْ غرته دنياهُ

كأن حيًّا وقد طالتْ سلامتُهُ
قد صار في سكراتِ الموت تغشاهُ

والناسُ في رقدةٍ عما يرادُ بهم
ولِلحوادثِ تَحْريكٌ وإنباهُ

أنصفْ هُدِيتَ إذا ما كنتَ مُنتصفاً
"يبا" لا ترضَ لِلناس شيئاً لستَ ترضاهُ

لا تحقرنَّ من المعروف أصغرهُ
أحسنْ .. فعاقبة الإحسان حُسناهُ
كم نافسَ المرءُ في شيءٍ وكايدَ فيــــ ـــــهِ الناس ثُم مضى عنهُ وخلاهُ

الي حافظها وشايف غلط بالتشكيل او غيره, بليز لِت مي نووه
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والامام علي عليه السلام يا "جسوم باشا" يقولك:

وما المرءُ إلا حيثُ يجعلُ نفسهُ * فكُن طالباً في الناس ِ أعلى المراتبِ

الناس, خلّ بالك.. الناس
وفي نفس الوصية للامام الحسن يكمّل:

وصُن ماءَ الوجهِ لا تبذُلنـَّهُ * ولا تسأل ِ الأراذِلَ فضلَ الرغائِبِ

لكن اخ منك اخ .. شكلك انت "اولردي" سامع الامام يقول:

يُغطّي عيـوبَ الـمرءِ كـثرةُ مـالـهِ * يُصـدّقُ فـيـمـا قـالـه وهو كـذوب

ويعذر فيما يفعله بعد؟ لا بارك الله فيك من "صبي" .. قلقس يالله

2006-05-14T16:25:00.000-07:00

ردّي على افتتاحية الوطن 5\15
للّي ميح ما يدري وين الله قاطه, الاقتباس بالازرق

هل بلغ العمل السياسي في الكويت هذا المقدار من التردي والانحدار؟؟

هل بلغ العمل الصحفي في الكويت هذا المقدار من التردي والانحدار الي "خّليف" علي الصباح يرأس تحرير جريدة يومية هي أحد الخمس فقط في الكويت؟
أذكرك ب "خطبتك" يا "ورع" لما توفى الشيخ جابر الله يرحمه؟

وهل انغمسنا في خلافاتنا وصراعاتنا، حتى بتنا نتراقص على آلام الكويت كل ليلة

أقول.. نتراقص على الام الكويت كل ليلة؟ ودك تقول "بتنا" يعني والا ايش بالضبط

.. ونصحو على صرخاتها كل صباح غير آبهين إلا باشباع نزواتنا والخضوع لرغباتنا مهما كانت مريضة.

فيك خير كمّل.. لا والا اقولك, في ابوك خير كمّل.. غير ابهين الا باشباع نزواتنا؟ يعني مثلاً سلب المال.. عفواً, "جمع المال" العام؟ ما هي كده ح"تيقي تيقي", اذا ما وافقتني على انها نزوة بتظل رغبة مريضة

هل صار التطاحن اليومي هو هاجسنا الرئيسي، وتبادل الاتهامات هو ديدننا، والتشكيك ببعضنا هو أسلوبنا في العمل السياسي.

خولذينه شتبي انت الحين؟ بلغ وأصبح وبات وصار بفقرة وحدة؟ .. درينا يرحم أمك, ولا يرحم أبوك انشالله, اخلص..
ولو سمحت, شنو يعني ديدننا؟ والله من صجي مادري, خبرك, مو رئيس تحرير ما علّي شرهة :)

لقد تجاوز أمس النائب أحمد السعدون كل الأعراف البرلمانية العريقة التي رسخت في الكويت..

لقد تجاوز علي خليفة كل أعراف المواطنة التي رسخها التاريخ..
ويااااااااااااااااااختي على "أعراف برلمانية عريقة" .. تدش ماسك بشتك مثلاً؟
عشان نفهم, شنهي "اعراف" البرلمان أخوي؟

وتخطى كل حواجزنا الاجتماعية والسياسية

لا تزعل, بس تصدق أحسبك تحجي عن علي خليفة الصباح
وحلوة تخطى حواجز, سباق جم متر؟

عندما تجرأ في ديوان النائب محمد الصقر ليحرض النواب الحاضرين على سمو رئيس الوزراء الشيخ ناصر المحمد

شلون حرّض؟ قالهم امشوا ننطره بالهدّة؟

غير مكتفي بالاساءة لرئيس الوزراء، بل تجرأ

يعني بتقنعني ان انت الحين عند الاساءة "عادي" لكن "انه يتجرأ" مو عادي؟
أساء, والا تجرأ؟
ماماتي, ما لي أراك أصبحت تبيت وقد صرت بلغت منت عارف شتقول

- كما قلنا-

اها اوكي كما قلتم؟ عاد كلش الي يسمع يقول جنه صج "قلتم" شيء.. نأطنا بسكاتك حبّوب :)

ليدخل في شأن ليس شأنه وليشكك في الإرادة السامية التي اختارت رئيس الوزراء لتحمّل الأمانة

شلون شأن ليس شأنه وهو ما له "شأن" ولا شغل ولا مشغلة غير الرقابة (والتشريع.. أحياناً)

.. وأداء دور كبير وهام لا يريد السعدون ولا النواب المتحلقون من حوله ان يعطوه فرصة للنهوض به.. او المضي قدماً.

أنت يا؟
ناصر المحمد؟
شلون السعدون والي "يحلقون" من حوله مو معطينه فرصة؟ حاب يعبر, وده يبوح؟
بس جد, الحــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــين, ناصر المحمد مو معطينه فرصة؟
علينا يا خلّيف؟ علينا؟

ان هذه الاصوات البرلمانية النشاز ليست إلا طنينا يخرب سيمفونية الكويت التي لم تتوقف منذ أكثر من ثلاثمائة سنة..

انزين لا تصدق ان "صوت برلماني" هو "مجلس الامة ايدول" الي يكون طالعلي فيها وبتشبه ب"نشاز"
بس خلاص اوكي عشانك, صوت برلماني, وثلاثمائة سنة.. صوت برلماني, وايه؟ تلتُ ميت سنه .. يا لهوّي
واذا قصدك تاريخ الكويت, اوكي.. خلاص .. الحل الغير دستوري, والغزو, و"سالفة" علي الخليفة وستين مليون افة ونيلة, مثلاً الي خليفة علي الصباح صار رئيس تحرير, كل هالبلاوي ما خربت سيمفونيتك

وخلّصني عالسمفونية يا واد يا انت.. بسم الله ماشاءالله .. بتاع كله, كامل من مقاميعه.. مايسترو ورئيس تحرير وبتاع وبتاع ... ولاااااااااه, ماشالله "خطيب" ممتاز ودرجة اولى انما ايه وتشهدلك "كلمتك" بعد وفاة المرحوم شيخ جابر

وهو طنين لن يؤذي إلا صاحبه.. اما الكويت.. فلها شعبها ولها الله يحميها من اعداء خارجيين.. ومن ابناء مع الاسف لن يهنأ لهم بال ما دامت «الرئاسة» ليست في ايديهم..

صارلكم ستين الف مليونتعش سنة وانتو ذابحينا بسالفة الرئاسة.. ترى والله بس عندكم الي للحينها عايشة .. "قت وذ ذا بروقرام"

تبا لرئاسة لا يتورع الطامح لا ستعادتها عن حرق بلده من اجلها..

أويلي ويلاه, هالله هالله وانا اقول: تبا لفلس لا يتورع الطامع في سلبه عن حرق مستقبل بلده من اجله..

وتبا لرئاسة يستعد من يعيش في اوهام قدرته على استعادتها لأن يزعزع امن الكويت من اجلها..

ليش يزعزع أمن؟ على ايش حضرتك مستدل؟ "ياهو ذاليحجي" وب"يزعزع" الأمن؟
وبعدين ترى جنّك تقصد احمد الفهد وخاطره بالتحصيل على رئاسة الوزراء؟ اها لا, يا حلوّك ملزّم تقول "استعادتها" عشان ماحد يخربط بين الاثنين ..

ان الهدف اوضح من الشمس.. ولا نظنه يغيب عن اذهان نوابنا الافاضل..

الحين الشمس واضحة لأعيان البشر.. شمعنى النواب "يشوفون" الشمس بأذهانهم؟ خلك على يبيت ويصبح ويصير ويغدو و و و ,,
وشدعوة نوابنا كابتن ماجد وبسام ورعد ومازن وشسمه الي كان حارس مرمى فريق ماجد اول الايام (مدربه الماني بعد) الي انت جاي وعامّل لنا فيها اهداف ووضوح تلك الاهداف؟
على فكرة, عندنا نواب غير افاضل

هناك من يتحرق شوقا لتعقيد الامور وايصالها الى حل مجلس الامة تلبية لرغبات مريضة

يتحرق شوقا, وسيمفوينة, وتحليق مادري تحيلق مادري شتخربط .. مبدّع يحليلك.. توّك "راضع" والا ايش يا سمّور يا أمّور

أهنيكم على كتابة أغبى ما قرأت

2006-05-13T19:50:00.000-07:00

"MAKE NO MISTAKE .."
My edited version
Ilfahad & Sharaar

[Thaifalla Sharaar's] achievement has been in confusing the public mind, [..].
We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. We must remember always that accusation is not proof and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.

We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men -- not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate and to defend causes that were, for the moment, unpopular.

This is no time for men who oppose [A7mad Il Fahad's] methods to keep silent, or for those who approve. We can deny our heritage and our history, but we cannot escape responsibility for the result. There is no way for a citizen of [Kuwait] to abdicate his responsibilities.

As a nation we have come into our full inheritance at a tender age. We proclaim ourselves, as indeed we are, the defenders of [our rights], wherever it continues to exist in the world, but we cannot defend [our rights by not getting up].

The actions of the [Minister of Energy] have caused alarm and dismay amongst our [people], and given considerable comfort to [the "Independents" - il mostagileen].

And whose fault is that? Not really his. He didn't create this situation of fear; he merely exploited it -- and rather successfully. Cassius [From Shakespeare's Caesar] was right. "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

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فليسمحلي الشاعر لو تعبثت بأبياته وأقول

عجبت وأيام الزمان عجائب
ويظهر بين العجائب عظيمها

وما أفسد الكويت إلا عصابة
تآمــر فهدها وشراراها فدام نعيمهــا

2006-05-12T05:45:00.000-07:00

على ذاك الطريق اللي يسمونه غرام أحباب
وطت رجلي على دربه ولا دري وش نوى فيني

So I'm talking with a friend of mine on MSN, and I just blurt "il semy tadry shely sej meshteheeh o 7adi faagdah wala algaah gair belkwait?", poor guy thought 3endy salfa. I went on and on about wearing dishadeesh or razat il mesbaa7 "al 7ammar" bo dinar.. okay, niss dinar, point being tezegrit il wath3, immatwir 7aalik bel "borsh", "6aag lek" a7la echraimba "we7yatek" o imshaghel 3azooz lethwai7y 'la kha6 la hatif'.
ON TAPE. If it's not on tape, you really ruin the whole picture. 3ala golat 'bolshabab' lazim sout hawa. I tend to agree by the way.
As always, ma7boob il jamaheer, my friend was being passive smiling now and then, so I said .. (about a guy who's roaming the streets and coming across the "gorgeous" Kuwaiti women)

الحسنوات اللاتي يملأن الطريق اسطفافا ً
كأني بهن يسقطن الطير من السمواتِ

كل واحدة منهن تفوق صاحبتها جمالاً
وما لي غير سمع كل ذي طربٍ "أفرفر" في القنواتِ

ان كنت مثلي يكاد يشيب رأسك مللاً
ووددت أن يتبطأ الوقت ويرجع فيك سنواتِ

فأنظر الى احداهن تخطي علّك تستأنس بها ماشية ً
تحذو حذوها على مهلٍ خشية أن تسرق النظراتِ

لست وحديَ مخطئ ٌ

فقريناتها ايضا عيونهن عليها طاغية ً
جرمي حين قست نبض قلبي علمت ان قد تسارعت الخفقاتِ

أطلب العفو منها ان ظنّتني في حقها مجرماً
اذ لست انا من سرح فيها بل هي الكلمات

*Title is from a 'poem' for 7amid Zaid called Gharam A7baab.

2006-05-11T05:46:00.000-07:00

الديمو غ راطية = إلكتد بي أم

why does it make a difference how you turn in bed, i.e. if you want to roll on to your right .. you can either roll to your right straight ahead.. or, check this if you don't believe me, you would feel differently if you roll under yourself .. shda3wa pulling G's eb hal turn
why does pizza taste totally different if you eat ib tharaaba with a fork and knife, as opposed to the 'traditional' way of eating pizza
by the same token, why does food taste better when you eat with your hands .. ya ba3ad 3omri yal m6abag
why do guys think virgins have 'to bleed' .. relax, asshole, you didn't marry a whore
who exactly are "il naas" when someone says "il naas habbat eb x went lal7eenek 3ala y" .. or "taby il naas teth7ak 3alaik?"
is there a difference between "dayyin" and "meltezim"
if so, then why does something like "shimwadeek el strip club" trigger a response of "yaak 3ad il 3alaamah, khalna nestanis"
why does it offend friends/acquaintances when, for example, i question and counter what they have to say or do .. i may be agreeing with you .. so why is a 'question' taken as 'a disapproval' .. 3ash socrates
bill gates made a fortune of 50 billion dollars .. was he optimistic, or was he pessimistic
how come majority of people i know think that my saying "the glass is half empty" (as opposed to half full) is taken to mean i'm pessimistic .. motherfucker even if it was full, i still would want a full bottle, even then, i still would want 10 bottles
why do i get the impression that 'being optimistic' is taken to be a sign of happiness .. i think it's a sign of boredom .. where do you stand?
aren't kuwait, along with cuba, the last two communist countries in the world?
laish mako zelem yegool "real democracy in kuwait is with electing a prime minister"
if .. 3afwan, when .. a7mad il fahad becomes PM (be barakat Baba 3oud), and only then 'agrees' (be barakat Baba 3oud, still) to the 5 dawa'er .. el nas betgol islaa7y?
how come people think solar energy is cost-effective? 3ala ay asaas ya3ni
laish lama agool "il 6eb wel handasa ma lehom mostagbal bel kwait", the reply almost always comes "3ayal shely yamshy belkwait?" .. al7en ent shako shely yamshi, 3aabil bely geltlek eyaah belawal .. i.e. how does that even relate
for the guys: girl who can paint, or girl who likes cars .. who's more appealling? 7aas feek yaly gelt 'thentainhom mayte6awifoun' .. sa7 elsanik
is there a difference between what is immoral (unethical?) and what is said or known to be forbidden?
itha chees el esmint wosal 1,300 (sherra mn don da3m) in 2006, by 2016 .. cham yosal fi thell el 3elagat el khalejeya el iraneya?
if 3awaad barad has 3 totally unrelated demands everyday, 6 days a week, does that make him a nagger or does that make him an active member of parliament? regardless of how silly 3awaadoo can be

2006-05-09T18:41:00.000-07:00

يحجي الفهد يحجي ويحجي "الكويت إلنا"

يا ريّس على قولة خالد العدوة
يوم قالها حين خصص للخمس الصقر ندوة
ماودي أغلط, لان ماهي شيّم من احسبه قدوة
بس تبي الصج يا ريّس والله ماهي الهقوة
ألعنك والعن الساعة الي فيها تعاليت .... .... يا زمن
ليش, وانت شظنيت؟
قالها علي الراشد, من ياب سيرتكم؟
وان عزمت اني بسّب, حدد.. من هم الي انا سبيت
من انت اعطيتهم ديرتي, تظن انها بس ديرتكم؟
اذا متناسي اسمها مو الصباحية, اذكرك انها الكويت

2006-05-07T11:17:00.000-07:00

ليث

Laith is a young man who specializes in women. No no, he's not a bad person or a lost soul.
He can be a messenger for a law firm, or can be finalising his paperwork with KIMS for his postgraduate degree in medicine.

Good looks are not a must, but many times, you tend to understand how he has grown to be of that specialty. Some other times, you tend to wonder "just .. how?".

Laith is not always a bad person. He could be someone who is seriously considering marriage, engaged and has no 'past'.
Something tells you sometimes that the Laiths out there are born that way, and they don't become Laiths, simply because there is no common ground on which all Laiths meet.

Laith can be a low-life. Especially when it comes to women, he could be the scum of the earth and has no reason to exist other than live off his women's money. Details of how Laith gets money from some women he knows are not available. But it is generally believed that sometimes he asks for it, and sometimes he recieves some pretty expensive assets which he then goes to liquidate.

On the other hand, Laith can be a 24 year old who was assigned to run a family owned business under the supervision of a Lebanese or Algerian director who has helped Laith's father, or uncle found the company. Sometimes, Laith is supervised by the son of the so-called Lebanese of Algerian director if the company's inception was on the hands of Laith's grandfather.
But Laith is no brat. Even if it weren't for his family's business, he would've still made something out of himself. Having just graduated from Berkeley, and an MBA offer from Wharton Finance on the table, Laith is pretty much the perfect trainee over at some hotshot company in Dubai.

Laith is a young man who can sport a Ferrari Maranello, or could commute daily in a 1994 Mercedes which, as he remembers, used to take him to and back from school. He could be of the potential to offer a woman he knows personally a Rolex Pearlmaster - mind you, a diamond dial, bracelet and bezel - or his idea of a gift can be a box of Galaxy's Jawaher. Oh and, depending on what day of the month it is, sometimes he is forced into buying the smallest size offered of Jawaher.

See, just because Laith has the specialisation of women does not make him a womanizer. No sir, not at all. He could have been born into it, with females in his family running in circles that include pretty much the most sought after girls of his day and time in his country.
Or, he could be of a childhood where males in his family took him everywhere, and thus, pretty much knows all the men you want to know in his country; and, of course, most importantly, who their daughters are.
He could be a young man who wakes up at 4 and makes his way to the Mosque at 5 am for Fajir prayer, too. He was just born into, what some may call, the luxury of being Laith.

That does not mean, unfortunately, that that is the case. As we have pointed out earlier, Laith could be the scum of the earth personified. He may have had no education and makes 150kd a month which, depending on supply and who he knows, be all spent on liquor.

The interesting thing is, almost everybody knows a Laith. Men, of course. Women have the unfortunate luck of NEVER knowing who Laith is.
They merely hear of him, and sometimes his identity is blown out of proportion in exaggeration. Something which, luckily enough for the real Laiths, makes women deny his existence. But he exists, more surely so than a woman's orgasm. Yes. Indeed.

See, even if a woman were to marry a Laith, she would never know it.
Laith is the ultimate secret friend. He is the masterpiece of the modernised world since he is just about the only thing that everybody knows, but no one really knows.

Laith's function is not similar to that of a Kha6aaba, but he can be of the same use. But men do not refer to his Laithness for his listing of potential wives. Not at all.
A Laith is reached only after a prospective husband has found the girl of his dreams. Sometimes, and this is to prove the immense wisdom of Laith, prospective husbands ask about their "girlfriends" of years and years before they pull the trigger.

They just have to make sure that the girl 'checks out'. Only Laith can allow that certainty. Yes sir, only Laith can allow it.

The misconception Laith suffers from is that which comes from the other Laiths' actions in using their position in the Male Realm for some "no-no" reasons. Just as Laith has acquired the knowledge to know which girl is of great potential to be worthy of being the 'love of another man's life', he also has the not-so-great ability to direct lost-lustful men into the midst of girls who are 'definitely not the love-of-another-man's-life-material'. It is that knowledge that leads to the frowning upon on the Laith. But it is, ironically, that same reason why Laith is both feared, respected, and sought after for blessings.

Laith can be your best friend in setting you up.. Laith can be your worst nightmare: if you were a guy who did not believe in Laith's existence and hence did not check with Laith, you face the chance of facing some pretty grave consequences. Heartbreak, for instance, of the most shattering kind. The type of heartbreak which Laith can insure to never come. If only you believed, my dear brother. If only you believed.

Sometimes, however, Laith has no intention of being the reason for heartbreak or joy. Laith only shares, and reports. Laith does not care about being your friend. Laith does not care about getting you laid.
Oh, and Laith almost never ever makes up a story. Which is, again, a huge misconception of who Laith is.

And like most tragic characters from the dramas of ancient Greece, his being in itself bears the reasons for his inevitable doom, caused by none other than himself. That, literature would propose, is where the tragedy comes from.

But ancient Greek characters were not Kuwaitis now, were they?

2006-05-04T09:20:00.000-07:00

وقفة قد تكون جدية في موضوع الدوائر

بالاول أود اشكر واثني على الجهود التي من الواضح تبذل في تنسيق بل تسويق الحملات التي انا شخصيا اسميها توعوية ولو قد يختلف معي البعض لكن بالنهاية لا اظن ان اي عاقل يستطيع ان ينكر اعجابه بالتنظيم ووضوح الهدف للحملات المؤيدة لتقليص عدد الدوائر, وخصوصا الخمس منها.
فيعطيكم العافية ومن الجميل جدا ان نرى هكذا روح متواجدة في الاخوة والاخوات الي يكبرونا بكذا عام وانشالله نتعلم لنا حركتين ثلاث منكم.

ليه هني حبايب

في ظل مناقشتي مع الشاب اللطيف الي دائما اذكر اسمه هني "حمد المطيري", بيّنت له وجهة نظري في عدم تفاؤلي بل عدم وجود أي أمل واقعي يكون ناتج عن هكذا حملات. فأتاني جوابه, هو وبعض الشبّان اللطف, بالاستنكار والقول "شلون يعني, تبينا نقعد ونخليها خاربة.. أكيد لازم نسوي شي ونتعلق بأمل ان التغيير قادم".

الصراحة لا اود الخوض في مسألة مدى تأثير هكذا حملات على القرار الذي سوف يتخذ, وارجو قراءة وفهم ما أعنيه من خلال كلمة تأثير. فأنا لو كنت متواجد بالديرة كنت شاركت, ولو اني ارجح مشاركتي حق "القز والاناسة", وكلش ما اقصد احد رجاءا هدئ من روعك عزيزي القارئ.
لكني "بنقز مرة وحدة" واذكر كذا سبب انا شخصيا مقتنع فيهم والي بيخالف الفكر اهلا وسهلا .. شعندنا غير الكلام واللف والدوران عاد احنا

اول شي لازم نعرف موقع "ذا ستيت اوف كويت" من الاعراب .. فلا احنا "رببلك ستيت" اي جمهورية الكويت, ولا احنا "مملكة الكويت" ويتبع من ذلك ان ليس لدينا "عائلة ملكية" ولكن لدينا عائلة حاكمة. عيل شنو؟
والله انا بروحي مادري ولا اعتقد ان احد يدري .. قالوا "كونستتيوشنل موناركي", لكننا نرى ال "مونارك" متقيدين في رئاسة مجلس الوزراء. قد يفتي لنا فطحل من فطاحل زماننا فيقول بأن الدستور لم يوجب ال "بي ام" ان يكون من الاسرة الحاكمة ونتفق معه في ذلك.
لكن انت شلونك وشخبارك وشلون الدستور وكيف احواله؟ خلك تصفح فيه لعلك تتسلى به.

في مثل انجليزي يقول "اغنورنغ ذا الفنت ان ذا روم" وهو مطابق بالمعنى تقريبا بالتشبيه المردد عن النعامة الي حاطة راسها بالقاع .. لكني شخصيا وللاسف ارى ان البعض ما خله فيها لا "الفنت" ولا نعامة مرة وحدة

فنرى ان مجلس الوزراء الموقر, ليس فقط يرأسه "عضو" من الاسرة الحاكمة, بل يضم المجلس الحالي خمس فوقه .. واذا معلوماتي مغلوطة ارجو المعذرة والتنويه لكن الي انا اعرفه ان خمس من اصل ستة لا يريدون التقليص الى خمس دوائر.

"وت أه كوّنسدنس" .. فنرى التركيز والذم موجه الى احد هؤلاء فقط بالاضافة الى وزير الدولة والنواب المستقلون. يعني "حقران الفيل" على قولة الانجليز اكثر من جذي اكو؟

يعني موقف اغلبية اعضاء الاسرة الحاكمة في التشكيل الحكومي هو مضاد للخمس دوائر والسؤال الذي للاسف لا اراه موجه في الحملات المؤيدة للتقليص هو: ليـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــش؟
هل من المعقول التصور بل الاقتناع ان عدد من فداوية المجلس المطلق على "امرهم" مستقلين لديهم هكذا سيطرة على مجلس الوزراء .. والا العكس يا حلوين
وان كانت هذه المعلومة من ال "جنرال ترييفيا" فلمذا لا تسوّق على كونها بذلك في الحملات؟

وهل يعقل ان تنقل وسائل الاعلام خبرتغير مواقف 4 وزراء اضافيين في ثلاث ساعات والا كلش كلش يوم وليلة, ونسب ذلك الى كم شلايتي بالمجلس؟
اذا .. ما هي عواقب اقرار الخمس دوائر؟ ألسنا نتحدث في تغيير واصلاح النظام الانتخابي؟ هل, عزيزي القارئ, انت حاط ببالك ان الخمس دوائر وخلاص, قضي الأمر؟ والا هل يوجد الادهى من ذلك يا ترى ..

ملاحظة: لم اشاهد الفلم الوثائقي الكويتي "عندما تكلم الشعب" (او نطق الشعب؟) ولكن علمت انه يحكي مسيرة اقرار حقوق المرأة السياسية في الكويت. ولنا وقفة مع التسمية, يعني خلونا نتفاهم. صج عاد الشعب اهو الي مشّاها؟
ما بلاش نتكلم بالماضي دام الماضي "كله قراح" .. بس لازم نحط كذا علامة استفهام على ما تفضل فيه "نقلاً" رئيس جهاز امن الدولة انذاك.. ويعني لازم نستعرض اسامي المصّوتين مع القانون و و و. وهل ننكر التجمهر والمعارضة؟ ها شقلنا توه عن الفيل والنعامة؟

مع كل احترامي للفيلم فانا لا اتحدث عنه (بديهي لاني لم اشاهده) وانا هنا لا اخص الحديث بشخص احد معين, لكن.. مقتنعين ان الشعب اقّر حقوق المرأة؟
قس على ذلك.. صج عاد الحملة بتصنع قرار والا تساهم في اتخاذه؟
اتمنى ان تكون الاجابة بكلا, بل هي حملة توعوية للناس وبالذات الشباب والشابات منهم لكي يفيقوا ويدركوا ما قد الت اليه الظروف في الدولة .. وليس الا.

ويا حبذا لو لم تكن هكذا .. لكن هيك حاصل وهيك "حكم الأوي", واسمحولي اعزيكم من اليوم واقول..
لكل شي اذا ما تم نقصان فلا يغر بطيب العيش انسان .. وبلاش حركات الهشك بشك

والسلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته,
كويتي في مقتبل العمر يدعي ان الله منّ عليه بالتفرقة ما بين التشاؤم والواقعية

الرجاة زيارة مدونة الاستاذة المحترمة ام مجرن لمعرفة تفاصيل كيفية المشاركة بالبتاع

2006-05-03T03:52:00.000-07:00

Representation or is it Realization

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
وَإِنَّهُ لَتَنزِيلُ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ * نَزَلَ بِهِ الرُّوحُ الْأَمِينُ * عَلَى قَلْبِكَ لِتَكُونَ مِنَ الْمُنذِرِينَ * بِلِسَانٍ عَرَبِيٍّ مُّبِينٍ

الشعراء - 194-192

A largely exchanged notion, to which I would argue traces onto becoming the reality quite often, is one which distinguishes languages as being independent systems, however, tied with and share the primary purpose of acting as a vessel for communication.
This is presumably shown to be the case in an example where John wishes to convey X- message to Jane, but is prevented from being able to do so because of the different systems, known as languages, that they inherited or grew up in a context of. Thus, the inevitable consequence of lack of communication.

On the assumption that John is a speaker of English and Jane is one of Arabic, it is possible to overcome the hurdle by installing a medium, in which communication goes through between the two individuals. Namely, James, who happens to be competent in both systems known as languages.

Here, we come face to face with the question of: does James realize John's thoughts to convey the messages to Jane? Or is it that John's thoughts are represented through the means of which James supports in order to make sure that Jane understands?

For the past 60 years or so, cognitive science in relation to psychology would contend that the structural makeup - the natural sorting - of 'the brain' would realize thoughts according to the instructions of the specific systems designed, formed, and shaped (these are 3 independent terms) within.
Diagram showing this is as follows;

It does seem intuitive to nod in agreement with the above. In other words, it is plausible to presuppose that languages do in fact have a systematic 'object-like' form in one's brain.
One can be convincingly persuaded by this assumption on the basis of showcasing a reaction of a parent to her child, if and or when the child utters a sentence that does not coincide with the system/language. Or, when an adult even has a slip of the tongue and does not abide to the agreed upon realization of a phrase or word.
The mere fact that straying from the agreed upon realization of a system triggers the hearer's alarms on a violation of that system is sufficient evidence for the existence of a 'system to which one must adhere'.

Yet another way of looking at this would be to assume that it is all backward. I.e. t is not a plausible assumption, in my opinion, that independently individualistic systems carry out the thought process through realization when and only if there is accordance between the two.
Rather, it is the representation of the thought, in the sense that such an established system would form-alize it into taking a shape that is agreed upon. Not only is this gravely different, but radically opposing to the above.
Entertain the following proposal.

I am contending that it is the thought, the individualistic event occuring in one's (own) brain that projects onto a canvas, if you may, and thus representing the intention.
Keyword here being, representing, and not exactly THE intention.

If I were an artist and drew a ridiculously convincing image of a home - size, detail, and the sort - no matter how many people are convinced that it is a real home; you and I will, as well as darn should, both know that it is only a representation of the concept what 'a home' is. A representation. Not a realization of the concept.

I prove this to be the case in saying that, if I were to literally abide to the concept of a home, I would have adhered to another system in my brain, namely, architecture and the skill of building, rather than the movement of a hand guiding a brush on a canvas.

This, of course, does not have anything to do with 'actual language and communication' or drawing. I just opted for it to be an example since, quite naturally, we are all speakers of more than one language, as well as all know what 'a drawing is', and thus, I hope, at least, you can relate.

If you can, then good. Disregard all the above in relation to understanding and think of it in terms of religion, politics, and social behaviour.
Should be straightforward.

2006-05-01T18:56:00.000-07:00

" القضية [التي هي] من انبل القضايا"

.. على قولة النائب أحمد السعدون

يو قاتا لاف ذا بارلمنت ون ات كمز تو ابيلنق تو فوترز نيرنق ذا نكست الكشنز

لهاليب بسم الله ما شاء الله

كويسشن يطرح نفسه: الدينار سيد الموقف .. والا الصوت؟

2006-04-30T18:17:00.000-07:00

How to maintain 0% productivity

Some say it's a skill, some say it's an art, psychologists and science say it's a disorder. I say you're either born with it or you're not. Regardless of what it is.

- Make lists like this one
- Take an interest in something like .. internal affairs of Australia
- Read the news
- Then go read the same news, in another paper
- Go find a translated version of the same news
- Check out really old emails you still have in the inbox
- By the way, watch the news too
- Organize your downloaded pictures into folders
- Then, if for example you have cars in a folder & bikes in another, sort by name
- Then, sort by color
- Then sort by modded or not modded
- Make a list of mods for your ride(s)
- Vow to 'not work until I can do 3 sets of 60 pushups'
- If and when you do that, tell yourself that, since you managed, you should treat yourself to some icecream - mind you, only if it means you need to go get some
- Read the latest news while eating the icecream
- Edit your bookmarks/favorites
- Download masra7eyaat from nuks.org
- Better yet, itha SIJ you want 0% productivity, download drama series
- Read about scheduled movies
- Look up old movies of not-so-known actors
- Try to learn all you can about the history of OPEC and its decisions
- Get a pile of clothes and try them on
- Think about what you REALLY want to name your children
- Talk to someone about internal affairs of Australia from above
- Ask a friend for his opinion on the latest news from above
- Start a thread on a forum talking about old movies for not-so-known actors
- Make 5-year and 10-year plans using nothing but Notepad and Calculator on the PC
- Check for used car prices in two countries and compare the 2nd-hand market
- Talk with a friend about a girl you played
- Shave using a shaving machine only
- Go back an hour later and use a blade 7ag ta7deedat il shanab wel le7ya
- Talk to friends about other friends you haven't seen for a while and see how they're doing
- Play Tetris and don't stop until you beat the highest score you already have set. This is genius.
- Check for updates on the internal affairs of Australia

2006-04-29T10:18:00.000-07:00

Proving without doubt that Italy is the greatest nation in the world. These aren't reasons. This is evidence.

Organized part in Organized Crime.

All the more reason to why you wanna get rich.

So'al ye6ra7 nafsah: and you wonder why people think homosexuality is a joke?
The perfect example for whenever explaining objectifying women.

Dishadeesh + the following
Seriously? Self-explanatory. Should've had this alone and still would be sufficient evidence.

NOOOW you're convinced ena 3endy salfa when I say they're the greatest nation..

All about the defense, baby. It's all about the defense.

'Nuf said.

If you haven't studied the Roman Empire, then you know nothing. It's that simple.

More history.
.. wa haakatha

2006-04-28T10:26:00.000-07:00

basicity

"It's all about staying basic" he mumbled through the cigarette sticking out of his mouth, trying to light a match, "you think there's more to life than there really is but there really isn't. Modernity and civilisation, civility actually, since civilisation is nothing but a town if you really knew your history, and you would have known your history if you just stayed basic.. modernity and civility, words of the like are virtually nothing but nouns used by people who think that there's more to life than there really is. Those same group of people who fancy everything that's not already in their possession, and those same group of people who keep whining about everything that's already in their possession. Civility and modernity my bum, I'll tell you what that is, it's like when you have a six year old kid and you take her into a toy store, and no matter how many toys she buys, she'll always see that one final toy up on the top shelf. It's all about something, it's all about having to have this or that, or why Little Jimmy has it and not Little Janey, there's always something that we're the only people on the planet who aren't doing it right. Well not me mister. Go ahead, call me "un-patriotic", buncha kids watching way too many movies if you ask me. Patriotic, yeah right, that's an excuse that works, let's all forget what we are and where we come from and keep our eyes on good ol' lil Jimmy, desire what he possesses in the name of being nationalists. The biggest favor you can ever do for your country is accept it for what it is, it's not about dragging it into accepting what you think you are. All you have to ask yourself is, how do you know the difference? The answer is by staying basic."

2006-04-27T11:18:00.000-07:00

قص على عمرك

*B just got off the phone*

A: So you love her, yeah?

B: Yeah, man. It's great.

A: What's that? Being pussy whipped?

B: Being in love.

A: How do you know you love her? Who is she anyway?

B: I can't tell who she is, and you don't explain love. You just know it.

A: Why can't you tell me? Afraid she's been passed around before? Don't wanna be disappointed?

B: No, but what do I gain in telling you? What do you gain in me telling you?

A: Nothing, but you never gained anything in me knowing who your mom is. You love your mom don't you?

B: Sure I do.

A: And I know who your mom is. So what difference does it make if I knew a woman you loved?

B: I don't think it's the same thing. There is no way you can not know who my mother is. But there is a way to make you not know who the girl I love is.

A: "A way"? Don't you mean "a reason"?

B: What would that reason be?

A: That you don't want anyone to know who the girl you say you love is?

B: Uh-huh?

A: Because you know 85% of all the guys will think she's a bitch.

B: I don't care what people think.

A: Yeah? Then why don't you tell people who she is.

B: Because there's nothing that forces me to do so.

A: Okay. But you did say that you don't care what people thought. And clearly you think of yourself as such an asshole that you convince yourself that you love this girl, and you show it. You admit that you love her. But then you say you don't care if people thought she was a bitch if they knew her. So prove it.

B: I don't have to prove it.

A: Because you know it's wrong?

B: No.

A: Then why is it secretive?

B: Because I choose it to be.

A: You know who keep things secretive? Guilty people. Robbers, murderers, everybody who's done something 'bad', for a general term. Oh and you know what happens to guilty people when they confess?

B: What's that?

A: They get fucked. They either go to jail, or they are forced to put up with how they are frowned upon.

B: Are you saying that loving a girl is the same as murdering someone?

A: No, I'm saying you obviously feel the same guilt as someone who killed someone. And I'm saying you know that you, or her actually, will get fucked if you confess or let it be known who she is.

B: You're an idiot.

A: Am I? Think about it. You say you don't care what people think. You say you're convinced that what you're doing is right. But you fail to admit the whole thing. It's like when some guy marries a second wife. If he knows he's guilty, he doesn't make it known.

B: But I did say I am in love. So I'm admitting it.

A: Yeah? I have a meter long cock. I'm admitting it too. I'll prove it if you prove that you don't care what people think.

B: That's biologically impossible.

A: It's logically impossible for you to convince yourself you love a girl too.

B: What? Why?

A: Because you don't have any reason to think that. Not even if your subconscious wants to fuck her so bad, and not even if your consciousness tells you that that admitting that will drive her away. So you submit it for 'love'. That's what you show the world. That you love her. When you obviously don't

B: Like I said, you're an idiot.

A: Do you think she will mind if you told me who she was?

B: Sure she'll mind. She already thinks of you as an idiot.

A: She minds because she knows what she's doing is wrong. She feels guilty too.

B: So what, now you're an expert on introspection?

A: No, I just know wassup. Do you think her dad knows about you?

B: He doesn't.

A: Does her dad know she has a male lecturer at school?

B: He does.

A: So it's not just about her being 'exposed' to a male human being. It's about the way she is exposed. You think her mother will be okay with you fucking her?

B: I don't wanna fuck her.

A: Okay, you're gay, I get it. That's not the question, do you think her mother will be okay with you fucking her?

B: No.

A: So what makes it okay that you talk to her?

B: You're saying sleeping with a girl is the same as being in love with her?

A: No, I'm saying there isn't any 'degree of error'. What's wrong, is wrong. Sure, a wrong doing may be 'lighter' than another wrong doing. But doing a certain degree of an error, and not commiting the larger error as if you're making the first, lighter error into a right thing .. is just bullshit.

B: You have way too much time on your hands. What does that even mean?

A: It means that, just like saying that 'two wrongs don't make it right', doing one wrong alone does not make it right.

B: What makes it wrong? That I talk to her and love her?

A: Besides your faith? The fact that you're keeping it secretive. The fact that she knows it's wrong in keeping it not known. Not even to her father.

B: But I, well, WE, are not doing anything wrong.

A: Let me get this straight. You think of her as the girl you love, but whom you're not married to. Basically, the concept of a girlfriend in certain cultures.

B: Yes.

A: But you don't live with her, and you don't go out with her.

B: I go out with her. But living with her is wrong.

A: Now I know you think of yourself as an asshole. It's not about the 'degree of error'. What's the difference between living with someone and going out with someone?

B: You're saying they're the same thing?

A: Tell you what. Think of someone, ANYONE, whom you know, but don't want anyone to know who they are; whom you go out with; but whom you know living with is wrong; i.e. if you could find anyone who it is 'okay to go out with' but 'not okay to live with'; also, make sure that they feel the same way. I.e. that they say it's okay to be with you, but don't want anyone to know who they are. Like a person who is ashamed.
That they're okay with going out with you, for a certain period of time; but still think it's wrong to live with you. Then, and only then, will we talk.
You blame everything on emotions. Thinking that it makes you sound, or seem, or feel even, compassionate. Caring. Loving. Whatever it is. 'Cute', even. But the fact of the matter is, it makes you look like an idiot. You and the idiot who believes you love her. You know how I know that you know what you're doing is wrong?
It's because you have a way out. Something that makes you think will make it all 'okay' and 'understandable'.
That's by you saying, and by her thinking, that whatever it is you have now will 'end in marriage'.
If it's so bloody right to you, emotionally and logically, then why do you have something like marriage as 'the end' that makes it all right? Why do you have a way out?

2006-04-25T17:50:00.000-07:00

Dreams vs Potential

A: You're trying to tell me that you became an engineer because that's what you always wanted when you were a kid?

B: Yes.

A: What, like, you enjoyed drawing circles and shit?

B: No, you idiot, that's not it.

A: I know, so how exactly is it that a kid knows what an engineer does? Let alone knowing what a specific field of engineering is concerned with. That's what you're saying, right? You became an engineer because that's what you always wanted when you were a kid?

B: Yes.

A: So yeah, it's a legitimate question. How does a kid know what an engineer does, that when you were a kid, you knew you wanted to be an engineer? Like you saw a movie or something?

B: Something like that.

A: So if you wanted to be a stripper when you were a kid, you would grow up to be one?

B: Why would any kid want to be a stripper?

A: I don't know. Why would a kid want to be an engineer?

B: Are you saying that being an engineer is the same as being a stripper?

A: No, but wait a minute, are you saying that no stripper ever wanted to become a stripper when he or she was a kid?

B: No, I don't think so.

A: So what, you look down on strippers?

B: Sure I do.

A: Because you're an engineer?

B: No, because being a stripper isn't a good thing.

A: And what, being an engineer is?

B: Sure it is, are you saying otherwise?

A: I'm not saying anything. I'm just not sure on why you think, or better yet how you're convinced that you wanted to be an engineer ever since you were a kid, but no stripper could have wanted the same thing when they were kids too.

B: How can you even assume that, did you ever think about becoming a stripper?

A: No, but I never thought about being an engineer either.

B: But you're not an engineer. So it works out.

A: Not really, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a driver.

B: What, like a race driver?

A: No, like a driver who picks up your kids from school and shit.

B: Why did you want to be that?

A: Why did you want to become an engineer?

B: Are you saying that being an engineer is the same as being a driver?

A: I would say the same skills are involved, yes.

B: Beg your pardon?

A: I mean, kids are kids. They want silly shit. Some kids want to grow up to be birds.

B: Now you're just being silly.

A: And what, listening to the 5 yr old kid inside you who wants to be an engineer isn't silly?

B: What's your problem?

A: Nothing. I just don't expect people to take shit like "I always wanted to be .." this or that seriously.

B: Then why did you choose to become a linguist?

A: I never said I wanted to be a linguist. Just because you were a boring kid wanting to be an engineer doesn't make me a boring kid who wanted to be a linguist.

B: What, you wanted to be a doctor?

A: No, I wanted to be a pilot.

B: Why didn't you become a pilot then?

A: Because I grew up. I'm not a 6 year old kid anymore. That's my point, when you're a kid, you want things that seem cool at the time.

B: What's so cool about being a pilot?

A: For me it was about fucking flight attendants.

B: But you said you were six year olds at the time.

A: Yeah and I told you I wasn't a boring kid. That's what occupied my mind.

B: So .. what are we exactly talking about here?

A: Nothing, I just don't see how you can have the nerve to say that you carried out a thought you had when you were a kid. Like you didn't grow up or something. I mean, you're practically admitting that you never matured and are now fulfilling some thought you had when you were a baby.

B: It's called having a dream. Asshole.

A: Well excuuuse me, but just because I had a dream about being a footballer doesn't make it plausible that I grow up to be one.

B: Why not?

A: Because dreams are just thoughts. Potential isn't.

B: What's potential?

A: It's the difference between you, an engineer here, and John, an engineer in Britain. He builds bridges. You draw circles in school.

B: But it's about fulfilling a dream.

A: So your dream was what exactly, that you can be called x the engineer?

B: No, of course not.

A: Then what was your 'dream'?

B: To become an engineer.

A: And I suppose you're okay with a doctor saying he or she became a doctor so he can help people?

B: Sure I am.

A: So what, you're saying only a doctor helps people?

B: No, but only doctors help people in a certain way.

A: But when you're a kid and want to be a doctor, you don't know how doctors do their jobs. So how can you say "I became a doctor because I like to help people".

B: That's what doctors do. It's common sense.

A: No it isn't.

B: Okay, whatever. So what now, if not pursuing a dream, what do you expect people to do?

A: Make the best of their potential.

B: How do they do that?

A: They don't think about what they wanted back when they were toddlers.

B: What if someone saw that his potential lays in his becoming an engineer, like me for example?

A: When was the last time you built a bridge, designed a stadium, or whatever?

B: That's not the only thing engineers do you asshole.

A: Humor me. It's an example. Are you saying that potential is only dependent on a dream?

B: What? No. What?

A: Nothing, just forget it.

2006-04-24T16:21:00.000-07:00

نقا بليز

Yet again, feminists prove that they need to just grow up.

The worst thing about a feminist is that she thinks she speaks in the name of all women.
The second worst thing about a feminist is that she thinks she knows it all.
The third worst thing about a feminist is that she presupposes that she is a victim of everyone else. Not only does she believe in that, no sir, she acts on it.
My limiting the wording to 'sir' and not including 'ma'am'? Well, a feminist can somehow determine my social and psychological upbringing, reaching, based on some 'recent study', that I have been treated like this and that, and then I did this and that, and because she's a feminist, she can therefore conclude why I limited the wording to 'sir'. No shit? Yes shit.

Coming across a red light when she's running late for a feminist-power-meeting? Yeah, it's allllllll about her 'being a woman and the bias of the traffic light' and how the world judges her no matter what she does.
The thing you have to keep in mind is that a feminist believes that the world revolves around her, you see.

Case in point, if you're a feminist, and you're right about ... here, by now, then chances are you have already made up your mind on my being .. something-fancy-you-learned-off-of-some-book you read when you were in college.
See I never went to school, "ma'am", I never knew that there is an adjective for every single trait, even when there is nothing to account for that trait. Like, I dunno, a word like, feminist, perhaps?

A feminist, so it seems, supposes that anything to do with 'covering a woman' has to do with 'regarding a woman as nothing but a piece of meat'.
Poor thing seems to never can understand that, sometimes, it's about a notion called respect, or perhaps sanctity. Or whatever, that's not the point. She just takes it upon herself and believes she, not only has the right, but the obligation to 'call for the liberation of women', or something as pathetic in the name of 'the free world' and .. I don't know, I haven't read as many books (or watched as many movies, if you ask me), remember?
Her limited mind does not appreciate anything but the biological fact that a woman tends to have the luxury, or sometimes the discomfort, of transforming, upon a woman's demand, her body into a luscious thing.
It can, but that's not everything a woman can do.
I know that, you know that, but a feminist seems to not know that.

And because she (acts like she) doesn't know. We all have to believe and take her word for it. Because she is a feminist, she turns into this larger-than-life 'thing' that knows everything.

Just like a seventeen year old highschooler can turn everything to be about sex; a feminist has that same superpower. A feminist can, and will, and just about does nothing but, turn everything, no matter how irrelevant, to be about sex.

2006-04-23T13:02:00.000-07:00

غلطة عمر

- Two days later -

She lay still in bed, staring at the cieling. So much was on her mind on so little of a subject it was driving her crazy since she could not focus nor think on anything but what happened. It was more or less like being paranoid, where everything is possible to ensue because of her knowledge and ackowledgement of a mistake done. Okay, a mishap, perhaps. If that, some might say.
She stopped nibbling on her finger, ran her hands in her hair and rested her palms on her forehead. Slowly, they dragged themselves to cover her eyes and the tears.
Faisal rolled over next to her, eyes half-open he asked "what time is it? Honey what's wrong?"

- Three years prior -

He spinned his mobile on the table. It banged on the plates every now and then but he didn't care. There were more important things on his mind. Like how lucky he was about to get if he knew how to "yesayis omoorah". He sucked down on the straw, and let his mind drift.
She opened the cabinet's revolving door and sat across of him. She looked fresh. For lack of a better word, Yosif thought. He smiled, "meshaina?"

- Yesterday -

She walked into Il Rayah with her arm locked in Faisal's, leaning her head up against his shoulder. She apparently told him something that made him put his hand on her belly. Instantly, he smiled.
They proceeded to the escalators going up.
Greeting them at the top was Dalal, her friend's friend. The two young ladies gasped in surprise and proceded to hug and kiss. Dalal congratulated her, looking at her belly. She bent her head and smiled, thanking Dalal.
When she looked up, she felt dizzy as things went blank. Sounds muted. People went out of focus. Fixated, there, Yosif, in front of her. Holding Dalal's hand, as if coming out of no where.
"Bo ya3gob!", she heard a familiar voice inside her head say. She looked around blindly, only to see Faisal shake hands with the familiar man, "wainek ma gemt tbayen 3endina.."

- Next week -

Yosif held Dalal's hand and moved it away from his chest. "Not tonight baby" he excused. Dalal recollected herself and sat up, blowing it off in asking if his backache was gone or if he needed the 'thing with the smell' rubbed tonight too. He shook his head and got out of bed, proceeding to a nearby chair with his training pants folded neatly upon. He put on some clothes and came to Dalal's side of bed kissing her forehead "I'll see you later okay?"
Dalal didn't bother answering and was already switching through channels.

- One year and a half earlier -

"Cham jawla bageelek oboy?", he asked.
"Thalaath, dish ma3ay 7ayaak", came the answer.
The two spotted each other climbing up the weights on the bar. "Jadwelek elyom bi o sadir o mi3da?", he asked. The addressee nodded, inviting him to work out together today. "Ila ma geltly shesmik bel khair?", asked Faisal.
"Yosif, Yosif 3abdalla," he replied.

2006-04-22T04:29:00.000-07:00

يا تصيب يا تخيب؟

Not so much of a smooth transition. Should do the trick though.

A part of me dies everytime someone, somewhere, at some point in time mistakes one of the following for the other.

Ib ay 7ag hatha ..

Yiseer hatha? 3aib .. jad 3aib

Wela hal bazir ..

.. mistaken for this bad boy? 7aram ya naas

This is a classic, al7een hal garamba3..

rear view of the C2S version

is thought to be this.. ?

It was never about "it being a porsche", it's the opposite. If you know what I mean.

Okay I admit, this may be a tough one at first .. mistaking this

for one of these.. at first, okay.. bas 3ad sita3ash mara?

and no, it's not just the sticker on some of them

again, this isn't 'a Porsche' .. it's a lot more

if you want 'a porsche', these 2 should be just fine

as well as this one

There are a lot lot more, but these should give you an idea.
It wouldn't be an understatement to say: you're either born infatuated, or you're not.

It's really like with watches, if someone needs to tell you what a 'Daytona' is, then you're not really in it for 'what the watch really is', regardless of make (and unfortunately, price).

2006-04-20T16:50:00.000-07:00

THERE IS NO SPOON: Part D
Iranian Hostage Crisis

Jimmy Carter is a very important man in "today's history".
For one thing, his adminstration did not intervene to stop the overthrow of the Shah; or let us say his adminstration did not take it upon itself to restore stability to the Shah's reign.
For another, it was his adminstration that initiated the program of training Islamic fundamentalists in Afghanistan. Intermission: Just to get one thing clear, he did that because the then-USSR invaded Afghanistan (why? That's another post).
Anyway, critics blame Ol' Jimmy's ways for some of today's 'problems' with Islamic Fundamentalism because of that.

Jimmy Carter changed today's world.
So did Rou7alla Khomaini.

N o v e m b e r 4th, 1979: less than a year after the Islamic revolution, Iran and the US came literally face to face. For the first time.
Hundreds of Iranians sorrounded and stormed the US embassy in Tehran taking it captive and, initially, 90 hostages.
A sum of the hostages were let go, and 54 remained.

"Inzain laish 3ad?"

Against the advise of Secretary of State Cyrus Vance (and his Deputy Warren Christopher), President Carter admitted the fleeing Shah of Iran into the US for 'medical reasons'. The Shah had cancer.

Thing is, the Shah was in Morroco before going to the US.
In other words, 6ag eb rasa il shab il la6eef ena he prefers exile in the US.

And as mentioned, Mr Vance and Mr Christopher advised against such a haste admittance because they foresaw (from prior incidents concerning the US embassy) that Iran would not approve and react.

"Khayfeen ya3ni?"

Not at all. Il thahir ga3deen ma3a Rashid il Majid youm enah yegoul "ib3id 3an il shar ya 3omri o ghaneelo".
But apparently Ol' Jimmy probably wasn't "schooled" right. He should've listened.

The world would have been a very VERY different place if the Shah was not admitted to the US after 'chilling' in Morocco. Consider the following.

Fact: The Shah was admitted into the US on October 20th, 1979.
Fact: The Shah initially fled Iran on January 16th, 1979.

Personal note: For a cancer patient, that's a lot of time to make a "life or death" decision. Innit?

Nevertheless, we return. November 4th 1979. Iranians capture the US embassy in Tehran and take 54 hostages.

"Demands?"

- Get the Shah back to Iran so he can be put on trial. Let's be honest with ourselves, Iran was going to execute the Shah the first second he stepped foot coming back. This is backed up with the fact that Iran was now trying ex-SAVAK officers and ex-corrupt politicians. Some were executed. Some were exiled. Some fled.

Personal note: Because I am the President of this blog, I say "good riddance". Hint hint.

Another personal note:
Of course, back in 1979, the world, although seemingly chaotic, was a place were people respected themselves in the sense that they did not make a mockery out of .. THEMSELVES.

Unlike some people 'I know' who have been on trial in our time for the past year by some other people 'I know'. Ye7chy il rayis, ye7chy o ye7chy.

Oh okay, the Shah did not commit crimes 'against humanity'? I'm Rick James, bitch.

In essence:

Fault #1 : Admittance of the Shah without the 'jas nabth' beforehand of the Iranian newly found government.
Fault #2 : Refusing the demand of returning the Shah to Iran for a 'trial'. Oh I'm sorry, human rights, right? Eh khair inshala, sa7 il noum 7abayby.
Fault #3 : Freezing of Iranian assets in US banks. Amounting to 8 billion dollars. In 1979 money, that's the kinda money you do NOT fuck around with.
I repeat, 8 billion "dolahz" in 1979-money is a NO-FUCKING-AROUND-ZONE. Gashmara il baykha kelesh malha da3y ya3ni.

Consequences of the Iranian-US pride:

1. December 1979 : the US expelled most of the Iranian diplomats
2. March 1980 : the US expels the rest of the Iranian diplomats, and,
3. in April : diplomatic ties were broken between the two countries
4. Also in April : Enter OPERATION EAGLE CLAW : Rescue mission. Eight US Marines die in a helicopter crash in the desert. The operation was called off. Yeah, this isn't the movies; welcome to the real world. These were the only casualities of the incident. Allah yer7amhom
5. July : the Shah dies. You would think the Iranians would now let the hostages go. But they don't. Because the US won't return the frozen assets. Personal note: pride & politics = the lose.
6.. November, 1980. Ronald Reagan elected President (Carter was raped in the elections). Ten minutes into Reagan's inaugration, Iran releases the hostages. No casualities.

444 days total.

"Show me the money"

Iranian assets were (are) still frozen as a consequence.
A compensation of $65 million FROM these assets were returned to Iran following the shooting down of an Iranian Air commercial flight in 1988 by the US. Killing 290 passengers. 38 non-Iranians included.

The US says it was a mistake.

Mistake being?

Identifying the Iranian airplane as an attacking military jet.

Khariboha il rabi3, haa? I thought this was NOT the movies .. ? 6ayara 7arbiya chethy mara wa7da? Lo gayleen "wala kena enjarib om sachmat Davey" chan gelna okay. But a jet fighter? "Cruising" at a commercial flight speed? Sh khalaw 7ag Mingaash?
Ana la 6ayar wala darast 6ayraan, bas fi ikhteraa3 isma "flight records".
Ikhteraa3 thaany isma "control tower".

This is 1988 people.

Personal note: If it was a mistake, then why award the whole crew?
Okay, your awards, your army, your concern. Last thing I want to do is "intrude on internal affairs", hint hint.

But, why hasn't there been any official admittance of wrongdoing, or taking responsibility by the US government?

I don't make this shit up. I just have the discomfort of knowing it. Backed up if you want to argue.

That would be the second time Iran and the US came face to face.

Next time would be ... yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Now you know your A B C, next time you can rap "I to the R to the mathafakin' A N"; with the chorus being: "gatz beef with the U-zay S-zay-of-A since 19 fiTTy three"

By the way, it is believed that President Najad was one of the students who took the embassy hostage.
You probably thought I was kidding or exaggerating when I said it's one single turn that we're all still taking.

2006-04-19T16:32:00.000-07:00

THERE IS NO SPOON: Part C
The Revolution

Meet Rou7alla Mousawi, a.k.a Al Khomaini. Rou7alla is his real name by the way (ay naby yo6lag 3alaih rou7alla ya 7elween?), and later on he has 'earned' the title: ayatollah.
Personal note: I'm not sure where ayatollah comes from, but semantically speaking, I don't like it. I also don't like the pragmatic use of the word "Imam" which is pretty common in Kuwait, derived, I would imagine, from the fact that 'x ya'emmo fi' the y mosque. Ironically, the ayatollah title is a pragmatic one, while the Imam use is a semantic one, when it's exactly the opposite if you really knew wassup. PhD thesis? Fouga?

Anyway, intersecting with where we left off last time, in 1963 he (Khomaini) denounced Shah Mohammaed Bahlawi. He was sentenced for 8 months in prison. When he got out, he denounced the United States. This time, and this was in 1964, he was exiled to Turkey.
Later on, he went to Iraq and stayed there until the SOB Saddam forced him out of Iraq also, under the urgance of the Shah himself.
Thus, he moved to France. This is 1978.

"Why haven't they killed him throughout all those years?"

In the 60s, who knows.

But in 1978 when Al Khomaini was on his way to France, the head of the French SDECE (French intillegence, their version of the CIA 3ishtaw) Alexandre de Marenches claims that France offered the Shah to assassinate Al Khomaini. But according to 'Monsieur' de Marenches the Shah refused on the grounds that, if they did assassinate him, he would be regarded as a martyr. I would imagine Monsieur de Marenches, holding the same position as the director of Jihaz Amn Il Dawla Il Kwaity, took his job seriously and did not make false accusations, and attribute them later to "ga3daat il shabab bel dowaneya, 7asha wel 7asha 3an alf yimeen mo ana ely gayel ya jema3at il rabi3". La bas agoul ya3ni.

Boy, the things 14% of a country's wealth will buy you, I'll tell ya.

Ya7lailah il Shah yekon saayidha. I would imagine that he thought murdering someone like Al Khomaini was known to have caused a revolution. So he decided against it.

Oh wait. This is supposed to be about history and politics.
Irony would have it that even keeping him alive would result in a revolution.

By September, 1978 (this is before Khomaini was back from France) witnessed a huge (peaceful) protest against the Shah a.k.a Black Friday. Despite its nature, the Shah opted to use the military (martial law in effect) in pushing the protests back. Hundreds (some claim thousands) of people died.
In turn, causing any support for the Shah in Iran to melt away. Things escalated and reached their peak that December. By the day, protests left hundreds of dead bodies. By the day, the protests grew larger.
One month later, now in January 1979, the Shah fled Iran, SAVAK was haulted, political prisoners were released, and only two weeks after the Shah fled, Al Khomaini was invited back to Iran.
This was all in hopes of calming down the tensions caused by September's Black Friday.
Obviously, it did not work.

The military declared impartiality, after soldiers turned on their leaders refusing to participate in any more of the killings, marking the completion of the overthrowing of the monarchy.

February 12, 1979. Revolution completed.

"Where was the US?"

First of all, the revolution wasn't what it sounded like. Ongoing opposition was existant since the overthrowing of Dr Mosadagh.

President Jimmy Carter, in 1977, somehow 'aided' in the revolution. He threatened to hault any arms shipments to Iran if the Shah did not loosen up a bit. This has led people to start demonstrating, political prisoners were released, demands for freedom started surfacing, and the like.
President Carter obviously wasn't the biggest fan of the Shah's regime, but he never really took any decisive action. He did not stand with another coup d'etat. Rather, he tried to 'work something out' with the Iranian military to set up a more moderate government.
This was all interrupted when Al Khomaini sought control. However, it must be noted that number-one revolutionary all along was Dr. 3ali Sharee3aty (who was very much different from Al Khomaini by the way), but he was assassinated in 1977 in London. Only then did Al Khomaini become the spiritual leader 'to it all' - which explains why the Shah urged Sadam to force him out of Iraq in 1978. Al Khomaini, being in Iraq, and "number one revolutionary" now, was too close.

History did not take a turn when Al Khomaini's revolution overthrew the Shah's regime. I wouldn't get carried away and say the US helped in, but I really don't see how anyone can argue that at least some prominent figures in the adminstration were just fed up with the Shah's ways. Homeboy had to go. Sure, Al Khomaini's rise to power came as a surprise. But it was not until the admittance of the Shah into the US that history did take a turn. Ever since, we have still been "in that turn". Now, more than ever.

Enter the Iranian Hostage Crisis.

Who's who:

1. Rou7alla Mousawi a.k.a. Al Khomaini : Known to be the Leader of the Revolution (1900 - 1989).
2. Jimmy Carter : President of the United States 1977-1981 (Born in 1924).
3. Alexandre de Marenches (no pic) : Head of French Intelligence, SDECE.
4. Dr Ali Shariati : Known to be the number one revolutionary until his assassination in 1977.

2006-04-18T08:08:00.000-07:00

THERE IS NO SPOON: Part B
The Shah and the US
Early 50s - mid 70s

From the previous part, we have established that the US (through the CIA's Operation Ajax) have overthrown a democratically elected PM in 1953 so that major oil companies of the West can divide the Iranian wealth.
Just to show what we mean by "democratically elected", the vote was 79-12. Yeah. Oil.

But even since 1941 (10 years prior to Mosadagh becoming PM), Mohammad Ritha Bahlawi has replaced his father's throne to become Shah of Iran (another long story which is irrelevant here because it concerns Britain and Russia).
Think of the Shah of Iran in terms of the United Kingdom: The parliamentary government would have the power to make the Shah submit to its opinion (vote).
But despite that, the Shah involved himself a lot in what concerns government, which really is not what he was supposed to do since he was only the constitutional monarch. Pun intended.

So now we arrive back to where we started, 1951, witnessing the election of PM who was overthrown in 1953. Because the Shah opposed the decision to nationalize the Iranian oil sector (under the fear of an economic embargo from the West), he came off as the 'right person' to install in Iran (or better yet, keep in charge), and it did not hurt that Iran was neighbouring the then-USSR Russia. Of course, most important thing was making sure the western oil companies divided Iranian oil.

The Shah afterwards expanded his constitutional powers, taking matters into his own hand and started 'westernizing' Iran. This is now 1954.
It wasn't really all bad if you look at it from a certain perspective. For example, in the early 1960s, he launched a program known as the White Revolution which did benefit Iranians. Somewhat.
Women had more rights, a lot of money was spent on education, and even land reform policies saw that a lot of farmers ended up owning land of their own.
Yet, despite all the 'socio-economic' measures, not much was done to push for democracy inside Iran. I wonder why?
This, as well as minimalising the role the shee3a scholars in matters of education for example, as well as the land owners losing some of their property to the farmers would get on the nerves of a lot of people inside Iran.

To make sure things were going the way he wanted them to, the Shah (for the time being, let's say) founded the SAVAK. House of Sand & Fog? Ben Kingsley's character? Yeah, nevermind.
Anyway, SAVAK was founded with the sole purpose of protecting the Shah against political opposition.
Although founded in 1957, the SAVAK became much more violent starting from 1965. And because they can justify any "type" of arrest to 'maintaining national security' (mn oma pun intended), the SAVAK were pretty much free to do what they wanted. It is estimated that anywhere between 13,000 to 20,000 people were killed (note: killed, not just tortured/arrested) by SAVAK.

And just to show how much of a nice man the Shah was, he ordered the assassination of one of the former directors of the SAVAK in 1970, as well as kept surveillance over the other directors. Who, by the way, were all friends of his (one of them dated back to school, I can check for the name if you want).

Audience: "Okay, wi7na shako? Bil 6agag ely ye6eg'hom, where does the US fit in all of this?"

It fits in all of the above, 'my dear Watson'.

SAVAK was founded with the help of the CIA (what? you thought Iranians were BORN into this?) as well as Mossad. If you don't know what Mossad is, then boy are you reading the wrong post.

"So what, now you're saying the US and the Israelis helped found SAVAK to arrest, torture, and murder the population in order to save the Shah?"

No, I'm reporting (not saying, not making up) that the US, in 1954, vowed to protect the Shah if he agreed to their terms. Terms being? Check the last post: dividing up the Iranian oil for 25 years among the west.

On the condition, if I might add, that Iran can not look over the actual accounts to make sure it was getting its share.

"Price of doing business?"
Fifty percent cut of profits. But with the condition of Iran not being able to look over the actual accounts, I'll leave the actual cut to your imagination.

So yes, I am saying that the US adminstrations overlooked mass murders and arrests, a corrupt system and an unstable political state of affairs in turn to make sure a 'certain industrial sector' was fucking Iran over for its money.

Human rights, democracy, and whatever fed BS these days just was not 'in' "back in the day" I guess. Or they were, bas 3ala naas o naas if you know what I mean.

Note: in 1973, because of the Arab-Israeli war and the consequent oil embargo, the Shah raised oil prices (obviously not joining the embargo) and .. what does he do with the money?

Spend it for 'defense purposes', of course.

Yeah, hmmmm I'm not sure where you can go buy "army stuff" when you have a shitload of cash?

La7tha let me think. "Oh holy-shizzle-in-da-nizzle, Batman. This has got to be the hardest question EVER."

Let me take one very very wild, uneducated guess. The US?

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With that, we have overseen the:
a) coup d'etat (changing the political system of a country through violent or non-violent means) against a democratically elected prime minister
b) the splitting of Iranian wealth among the western companies
c) under the US promise to protect the Shah as long as he keeps doing that.. through
d) the founding of SAVAK with the directions of your friends over at the American and Israeli "intelligence agencies".
e) who would go on and arrest, torture, and kill people as they wished to secure the 'protection of the Shah'

"Did Iran benefit from all that?"

Sure it did, "little Johnny".

If you call fucking your people over and turning your country into a military and economic base in the Middle East so you can keep the western companies in business. Oh, and just in case you foresaw that in like 30 years later you will have someone who has no idea about history or historical politics to say "Iran was better off with the Shah" .. then yes, "little Johnny", Iran did benefit. *Pat on the head*

Conspiracy theory? No sir, no ma'am. Plain history. Documented and sourced.

2006-04-17T04:44:00.000-07:00

THERE IS NO SPOON : Part A
Early 1950s

Do read this if you would like to understand the current international events.
If you think you are NOT brainwashed, then you probably are already; therefore, do not read.

To make sure I get your attention: Fuck off. Hello there. Now please read the above two sentences.
If by now you are offended, then good, you're not fit to proceed. Sod off. Pretty please.

Conspiracy theory? No sir, no ma'am. Plain history.

Anti-American? As opposed to what, exactly? Pro-Iranian? There is no such thing.
Anti-Iranian? As opposed to what, exactly? Pro-American? There is no such thing.

Meet Dr Mohamed Mosadagh. The democratically elected prime minister of Iran in 1951.
Enter Mohammed Ritha Bahlawi, a.k.a Shah of Iran, who overthrew the democratically-elected-PM and regained the rule of Iran (his father was Shah) aided by none other than your friends over at the See Ay Aih.
(Note: Shah Bahlawi didn't really 'lose the rule' to 'regain' it. But it was different, further comes in later posts)

Audience: "See? Now you're just making shit up. You're a conspiracy theorist."

You can't handle the truth.

Oil, no surprise, is a universal language. Not mathematics. Mathematics is:
Oil = All

So, what's up?

Dr Mosadagh wanted to nationalize the Iranian oil industry (from the privatized Anglo-Iranian Oil Company, AIOC). In the early 1950s? Homeboy didn't see it coming. He then declared the UK (the Anglo part of the company) as a diplomatic enemy.
Britain looked over to the US of A to bring out the big guns, and the US at the time had no other excuse but to declare Iran had "communist intentions". That's pretty much the equivelant to today's US saying "terrorist". Sounds familiar? 3ala afa mn yisheel, tawzee3 ib balaash.

Enter Operation Ajax: The US translation of 'overthrowing a democratically elected prime minister because he was going to mess up oil trade and make Iran filthy rich'. No shit? Yeah, no shit.
Long story short, the US wanted Mohammad Ritha Bahlawi (son of Shah Ritha, who was put in power by the British to make sure oil was going where it was supposed to - back to the British) to become ruler so he would do what they asked of him to do.

This was 1953. Dr Mosadagh was not an Islamist-conservatist or anything. Not at all. He got his PhD from Switzerland and was pretty much the 'most pro-American' the US could wish for. This was secular Iran we're talking about. La7geen 3ala salfat il thawra la7ad yesta3yel 3ala rizgah.
So why was he overthrown? As I mentioned prior, he nationalized the oil industry. No more Iranian money going to the British. The AIOC even refused to produce an actual account of production to make sure Iran was getting its share of its oil.

So, Dr Mosadagh was ousted. What does the US (alongside with the UK) do now?

Qasimaw il 7alaal il rabi3. They set up a Consortium (joint venture) dividing the Iranian oil where major American companies would own 40%, British Petroleum to own 40%, and the remaining 20% to be divided by Royal Dutch, Shell, and a French company (CFH). This has caused some tension, known as the Abadan Crisis, where the independent American oil companies were left out but later on a settlement was reached for them to 'get in on it'.

What does this have to do with current events? It helps you understand and know:

A) The US overthrew a democratically elected prime minister. So really, what democracy are they exactly talking about? (Please look up Guatemala 1954 if you're not convinced yet)

B) They installed a puppet: Shah Mohammad Ritha Bahlawi (English: Pahlavi) who has fled to Baghdad, then to Rome, and then back to Iran all in a week - this was a security precaution by the American and British intelligence.. He would, of course, be pro-American (resist communism from Russia?) and of course make sure:

C) Iranian oil was shared by the big companies. Welcome to the real world, bitches.

Conspiracy theory? Yeah right. As if the CIA producing a former 'top secret' account for Operation Ajax was not enough, none other than Madeleine Albright's quote should set the record straight:

"In 1953, the United States played a significant role in orchestrating the overthrow of Iran’s popular prime minister, Mohammed Mossadegh. The Eisenhower administration believed its actions were justified for strategic reasons, but the coup was clearly a setback for Iran’s political development and it is easy to see now why many Iranians continue to resent this intervention by America in their internal affairs. Moreover, during the next quarter century, the United States and the West gave sustained backing to the Shah’s regime. Although it did much to develop the country economically, the Shah’s government also brutally repressed political dissent. As President Clinton has said, the United States must bear its fair share of responsibility for the problems that have arisen in U.S.-Iranian relations."

- March, 2000

Yes, the coloring of the quote in the Iranian flag colors is my way of being funny. Mako amlag weld 3ami?

Note: information in this post is based on my basic knowledge from discussing this with my father and uncles and all that. So I knew what to look for in the first place, and got the sourcing I needed for this to be fact-based. If you wish to debate authenticity, I sincerely look forward to it because it would give me more reason to ignore doing my assignments. So be my guest.

Who's who:

Dr. Mosadagh: Overthrown Prime Minister of Iran by the CIA and MI6
Mohammad Ritha Bahlawi: Shah of Iran at the time of Mosadagh being PM, and after being overthrown was returned to make sure Iranian oil was divided by the Western companies.
Ritha Bahlawi: Father of Mohammed, and Shah of Iran before him (since 1921). Installed by the British. Evidentally, to make sure the AIOC did what it was supposed to do. Err, that would be steal Iran's wealth I guess.. ? Chairz.
Madeleine Albright: US Secretary of State (January 1997 - January 2001) w/ the Clinton Adminstration.