Seeking home

Moving to Facebook

2007-04-29T23:31:00.000+03:00

Yes, I'll be posting there most of the time. You can reach me at here

"Femelon" enjoying a good sleep

2007-03-12T17:27:00.000+02:00

This is Sara's Femelon enjoying his sleep. He and his mother Rose are living at my uncle's house (Dr. Samir)

I am currently staying at his house in Riyadh while closing up some projects there

"Love is all about giving!!!" Naaaaaah

2007-02-18T22:03:00.000+02:00

Last time I was having a chat with one of my optimistic friends about love, and of course he was fighting for the case that love is all about giving rather than taking.

Well... sorry abu shreek, bs I have to disagree with you on this one. I mean; it looks from all those loves novels and romantic movies that it is all about one side giving the other expecting absolutely nothing, but is actually the contrary. You love, and give because you are expecting something in return. You are expecting a feeling that makes you feel good. Or an affection or warm from the other side. Or simply a listening ear.

Another fact is that when you're beloved ones are gone, you feel sad and "Alone", is it because you are out of things to give. Nope... it is because the giving side is gone.

The human race lived from day one on mutual interest. Why be different now?

شجرة جرداء

2006-11-02T00:50:00.000+02:00

شجرة جرداء

ها أنا أكتب من جديد...
بعد أن جفت كل الدموع...
وتصدّعت كل القلو... وتصدّع قلب
ولم يبق في المنزل غير طائر حزين...
يبكي حاله أن أمسى بلا قرين

أمسى وحيداً...
كشجرةٍ جرداء فوق الجليد
تستصرخ ذلك النسيم
فهي تعرفه...
أو تظن ذلك
لكنه حين يأتي تتجمد وتلتحم بالجليد
خوفاً؟؟؟
لا أظن،
فإنها تريده
فقد جرّبت دفأه وطيوره بين الغصون...
وتعلقت أسبابه حتى طوت أسباب الجنون

وحين يروح تصمت بالبكاء
وحدها
على هذا المنحدر العميق
وتستشعر تلك الحرقة في الجوف...
الفارغ
والنار في الصدر
لا يُخمد لهيبها غير دموع صادقة...
وغير السكوت

فقد كانت تشتكي همها لإحدى الطيور
لم يكن يستنطقها...
لكنها تجيب
فلم يكن غير هذا الطير أمسى على أوهن الغصون
فالطيور الباقية راحت وراء الشمس...
التي كانت صديقاً لا يفارق النسيم
فطالما ظنّت أنها منه تسرق دفأها...
ومعه تمضي أوقات الشروق

وقد تكسّرت أغصان هذه الجرداء
أفراداً وجماعات
وهوت في العميق...

فلم يبق لذاك الطير الأبيض بيتٌ سوى الرحيل
فنظرت إليه...
ورأته يتلاشى ويحضن البعيد
فتقطع شهيقها...
وفاضت من المقلتين دموعها
وأخرجت من حلقها ذاك الصوت
الحادّ الطويل
ثم نظرت مغمضة العينين للأعلى...
وشرعت بالصراخ...
لكن الصوت لم يسعفها
بل أسعفها نحيب

فصمتت...
ثم نظرت إلى جذورها النحيلة
فتبسّمت...
والدمع على شفتيها صارعه دمٌ قاتم
ثم صمتت...
واستمعت بكل كذبٍ لما حولها من...
سكون
ثم استشعرت شيئاً يغلى في قعرها...
بركاناً يصرخ ليثور

بركاناً...
أدركت من جوفه ولدت أسباب الجنون
بركاناً...
يخرج من جروح ساقها العميقة والجذور
لكن...
لم تسعه تلك الشقوق...
فتصاعد بسرعة ليخرج من رأس الجرداء
فنظرت ببطئ إلى الفضاء...
وتبسمت أخرى...
ولكن بدون دماء

فالبركان أخرج منها كل الكلام
لكنه لم يخرج كلاماً...
بل خرج كله في صرخةٍ عظيمةٍ...
أطلقتها في وجه السماء...
لأجلها تلفتّ الطائر خلفه...
وسقطت من عينه دمعة على أرض...
أنبتت زهرة من شعر حزين وغناء

فقد أخرج البركان منها كل...
الفراغ
فلبسها لون الموت...
على لونها...
لكنه لم يظهر...
فكلاهما سواء

ولم يبق فيها إلا
قشرة نحيلة بلا لحاء
فرأت بما تبقى لها من بصرخلاصها في الهاوية العميقة
فحاولت دفع نفسها نحو السواد
لكن البركان أخرج منها حتى الضعف
فبكت بلا نحيب...
وبلا دموع...

لكنها لم تطل...
فقد سمعت صوتاً سريعاً من الوراء...
صوت الموت في ريح سوداء
فتبسمت بما بقي لها من شفاه...
وأغلقت ما تبقى لها من عيون...
ودفعتها الريح بكل فجأة إلى السحيق...

فتسارعت فيها
ومن الريح الباردة تكسرت قطعاً وأشلاء...
ودموعاً وعيون...
وتناثرت في كل الأرجاء...
فسبقت ما سقط منها من أغصان...

ثم استقرت على حافة صغيرة...
آمنت بها قاعاً
فأغلقت عليها ما أغلقت...
واتحمت بالأرض التحام الدموع بالدماء

ومضت أيامٌ وأيام...
ونمت من تلك القاع السوداء
ورقتان صغيرتان...
لشجرة وليدة على شفتيها خُلق الغناء
شجرة رأت في الحافة الصغيرة وطناً...
لا يحدّه غير ذاك الوادي السحيق

وكبرت...
وكبر معها الوطن
فرأت الشمس...
وناجت الطيور...
وكرهت النسيم...

وفي الخامس من ذاك الشهر...
أغلقت عليها ما أغلقت...
والتحمت بالأرض التحام الدموع بالدماء

Something i wrote back when I was at the university. "A humble try" said my Arabic teacher.

All the way to Bahrain

2006-10-27T17:16:00.000+02:00

Here are some documentary pictures of the business trip to bahrain

The university guys meeting before the trip. the meeting was most of the guys who were abroad and are in jordan for the holydays

View from the hotel, the scene is breathtaking... but the smell is not. People in Bahrain are covering up the shoars of the sea for new building lands; thus killing the sea life and thus the bad smell

Up all the way to the hotel room at 3 AM. Since i was working with a news paper; the guys there finish work around this time, and i am kinda stuck with them from the early morning tell the early morning of the other day :)

The bedroom. Man... i really wanted to sleep then

The living room. Here i've had most of my s7oor over the days. You could see the sea shoar from the window.

Here is on the Shia'a celebrations, can't recall what exactly. but as u can see... almost every house has made some decorations and lights, and have put some food and sweets for the public. Flags of Hezbollah were flying everywhere of course.

"The Lake house"... a story of time

2006-10-25T02:22:00.000+03:00

I've just finished a wonderful movie by Alejandro Agresti called "The Lake House" staring Keanu Reeves as Alex Wyler and Sandra Bullock as Kate Forster.

For me, it is such a wonderful movie because it really touched me deep. Some would say it's just another romantic fiction movie... But i think the writer has smartly used fiction to add another obstacle to another love story: Time.

The story is about Kate and Alex sending each other mail through the same mailbox, but were Alex is 2 years back in time from Kate, they both share the same place (Lake House) but in different times. Through their mail; they realize that they have met in the past and they do share a lot in common. But the fear of being alone and the idea that there is one only match for each person haunts their tryouts (specially Kate's). And the fact that "Time" is the most hardest barrier standing between the two.

But Kate's admiration by Jane Austen's novel "Persuasion", where Anne Elliot, the heroine, decides the leave the love of her life, tricked by fellow friends and family that her "Love" is not such an adequate match. Then after 7 long years, the love of her life comes back from the sea. This admiration that Alex always tries to trigger in Kate (though he's the one who has to wait, not here) is the driving force in the movie.

Finally, they decide to meet in the future, and when Kate sits there by the table all alone in the restaurant waiting for him... Alex never shows up, she sends him her last mail telling him that they are not meant to be for each other, and that he should stop mailing her too. 2 years from that... Kate accidentally meets up with Alex's brother, and knows that Alex was killed in a car accident 2 years from that, then she realizes that she was there at the accident and she tried to help him out, but she couldn't.

And there where the movie starts to be Egyptian, she sends him a fast mail telling him not to cross the street looking for her, but rather wait for here another 2 years at the lake house, and there where they meet. At this point, i hated the outcome, i mean... Happy endings are for kids and are so rare in real life. I would loved if the ending was that Kate realizes that the man she tried to help 2 years ago was Alex, and that she will simply send a last goodbye mail nothing more.

Anyways... The movie is just great, and there goes an excellent performance by Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock.

How do you hold on someone you've never met?

وداعا لما سوف يأتي: نزار بين مكتبتين

2006-10-24T22:56:00.000+03:00

Omar posted a nice article on Al-Quds Al-3arabi daily. here it is:

هذه المقالة نشرت في صحيفة القدس العربي، الخميس، 19/10/2006

ينام نزار قباني هادئا في مكتبة جامعة كولومبيا الامريكية، كلماته خرساء، ونساؤه الساحرات اصبحن ظلالا لا تجد غيما يوقظها. وحيد نزار، غريب غربة لسان المتنبي المشهورة، غريب غربة الحب العربي في بلاد لا تحتاج ثورة نزار وتمرده. هل هذه مجموعات نزار؟ هل هذه هي السمراء التي قالت لكل الشباب العربي، لا لنزار وحده، فما بالها ما عادت تغازل شباب الضباب والكوكاكولا؟
فوجئت حين رأيت دواوين نزار قباني تملأ أحد الرفوف في مكتبة جامعة كولومبيا العملاقة، إلي جانب عدد هائل من النصوص الإبداعية العربية، شعرا ورواية ونقدا، وقد تجد هنا رواية ظلت ممنوعة في موطنها، أو شاعرا حكم علي نصوصه في البلاد العربية، كما حكم علي ذاته قبلا، بالنفي والاغتراب. وإذا بحثت عن كتاب عربي ولم تجده علي رفوف المكتبة، فإنه قد يكون مخبوءاً لعشاق اصطياد الكلمة في مواقع فرعية للمكتبة تحوي ما لا يكثر عليه الطلب من الكتب التي ضاقت بها المكتبة الأم، وما عليك سوي طلب الكتاب عبر الانترنت ليصلك خلال يومين أو ثلاثة.
لكن ذلك لم يكن سبب دهشتي الحقيقية لرؤية مجموعات نزار هنا، فما أدهشني حقا هو أنني، وللمرة الأولي في حياتي، أجد مجموعات نزار ماثلة أمام العيان دون أن تكون معارة أو مخبأة في غير أماكنها. نزار بعينه، بكلماته، يقف أمامي، بعد أن كان الحصول علي ديوان له يحتاج إلي رحلة بحث وانتظار. في مكتبة الجامعة الأردنية، حيث درست، تسافر دواوين نزار منذ اليوم الأول لبداية الفصل الدراسي، تسافر بلا رجعة، بتذكرة ذهاب فقط. تشعر أحيانا أن بعض الطلاب والطالبات- وربما الطالبات تحديدا- يغادرون قاعات التسجيل ركضا إلي المكتبة العامة في الجامعة الأردنية، فمخازن الكتب، فقسم الشعر، ثم نزار، قبلة العشق ولحظات الحرمان والتمرد. ورغم أن دواوين نزار متوفرة في الأسواق توفر الخبز والماء، من المكتبات الراقية في غرب عمان إلي بسطات وسط البلد، وبأسعار لا تتجاوز سعر ساندويش شاورما أحيانا، فإنها مع ذلك تظل من الكتب القليلة، وربما الوحيدة، التي تعيش خارج مكتبة الجامعة. ولو أن قياس مستوي القراءة في الجامعة الأردنية قام علي أساس قراءة نزار لحاز طلابها- وانا احدهم- علي أعلي المستويات. والغريب أنني كنت أبحث عن كتب نزار في أجهزة الحاسوب في المكتبة فلا أجد بجانبها الحرف (م) الذي يفيد أنها معارة، فأهرع راكضا لعلي أظفر بواحد منها، لكن بلا فائدة. وإذا شعرت بغضب شديد من لصوص الكتب الذين يخبئونها في غير أماكنها، فقد أتوجه إلي بعض موظفي المكتبة طالبا منه مساعدتي، لكنه يقطع أملي قائلا (بتدور علي شعر لنزار؟ انس الموضوع، والله لو تقعد شهر تستني ما اجت!) وأحيانا تسمع، وأنت تنبش عن كتاب أو تقرأ في صحيفة، همهمات لأحد الموظفين المنزعجين (هوهو عاد! جنّنونا بشعر نزار، الكل مستلمني بسأل عنه، والله منا عارف ليش!) ليش؟ ربما يكون من البلاغة غير المستحبة الإجابة عن هذا السؤال، فنزار لغة مشتركة بين كثير من العرب شيبا وشبانا، لكنه تعبير عن ضيق بازدحام شديد علي كاتب ربما لا يعني كثيرا للموظف الهرم الذي تجاوز مرحلة البحث عن نص الحب والحب ذاته.
هذه الصور تداعت إلي ذهني عندما رأيت كتب نزار للمرة الأولي هنا في جامعة كولومبيا. ربما شعرت بحالة من النشوة غير المبررة لشاعر تشكل شهرته وسطوة حضوره حلما لكل عربي مبتدئ علي سلم الكتابة، فها هو ذا معشوق الجماهير يجلس وحيدا هنا، وها هي كتبه معروضة أمامي لأختار منها ما أشاء. المفارقة أنني لم أستعر أيا منها، علي الرغم من قدرتي علي أخذها جميعا مرة واحدة إلي غرفتي البائسة، إذ ليس ثمة سقف للكتب الممكن استعارتها من هذا المكان المدهش، أو كما أجابني موظف الإعارة هنا ضاحكا ردا علي سؤالي عن عدد الكتب التي أستطيع إخراجها مرة واحدة: as much as you can carry!. إذن، ورغبة مني في التماهي مع المجتمع الذي أعيش فيه، قررت عدم استعارة كتب نزار هنا، ومن ثم عدم قراءته، لأنني لن أجد أحدا يرهف أذنيه سماعا لأشعاره. لماذا أقرأ نزار هنا وأردده، في عالم تجاوز أحلام الفتي الدمشقي وأحلام الملايين من المعذبين بالحب العربي البائس، الرابض فوق الأحرف الظمأي لنسائم الصبوة والجمال؟ هنا، لا قارئة فنجان تنتظر، ولا أحد يبيع الدنيا وما فيها لأجل حبيبه.هل ثمة عينان هنا يجري فيهما نهر الأحزان؟ ماذا سيصنع نزار قباني لو أحب فتاة أمريكية؟هل سيقرأ لها الجريدة علي صفحات الانترنت أو يدعوها إلي فنجان قهوة في ستار باكس؟هل سيقول لها الان:ذات العينين الزرقاوين أو الخضراوين؟ ماذا سيقدم الحب العربي الممزوج بفلسفة الحرمان والخوف إلي فتيات تجاوزت تجاربهن مرحلة النظرة والخفقة الأولي؟ هل يمكن أن تتماهي الفتاة الأمريكية مع نجاة أو ماجدة الرومي وهي تسافر بعيون حبيبها؟ أرغب في البحث عن ترجمة لقصيدة نزار (كلمات) وقراءتها علي عدد من الفتيات الأمريكيات لأري كيف ينظرن إلي هذه الفتاة العربية التي قلب لها حبيبها حياتها في رقصة واحدة، أو لعل الأفضل أن أدعو إحداهن إلي رقصة حقيقية كي أري إن كانت كلماتي لها ليست كالكلمات!
ربما أحاول نسيان قصائد نزار التي حفظتها في زمن مضي، فلعل الأجدي أن أحفظ أشعارا أخري تناسب المكان الزمان، أو ربما أجرب نظم قصائد معارضة لبعض قصائده، مقتفيا أثر أمير الشعراء شوقي في معارضة الكبار، قد أسميها (التحف النيويوركية في الرد علي الصبوات الدمشقية)، ولكن كيف نمحو الذاكرة التي شكلتها تلك القصائد،إن كانت ثمة إمكانية لمحوها؟ سنظل نرحل بحثا عن فتاة الفنجان تلك، ما ظل صوت عبدالحليم وكلمات نزار ماثلة في قلوبنا، من عمان إلي نيويورك إلي زوايا الأرض كلها، لأن نزار بشرنا،بداية، باستحالة العثور عليها.

عمر خليفة
طالب فلسطيني ـ جامعة كولومبيا

وداعا لما سوف يأتي: نزار بين مكتبتين

Back from Bahrain to celebrate Eid at lovely Amman

2006-10-22T20:50:00.000+03:00

After a long 1.5 months in bahrain, i am back in Amman having a couple of ramadan meals with the dear family.

Wish all a lovely eid this year, hopefully salam and peace will comeover this year and we'll see our beloved ones once again happy and full of joy.

كل عام وأنتم بخير

Grandpa's House in Jerash: The Funeral

2006-10-08T01:04:00.000+03:00

This is the main enterance into the women funeral place, to the left is the men. You can see a swing hanged in the middle; this swing is like 25 years old and everyone has swung on once. This place holds too much memories.

Amman winter: Warming up after a nice Argeela

2006-10-07T20:03:00.000+03:00

This photo was taken last January, 2006 in Al-Rabieh in Amman. Guys are (from left): Mujahid, Sami, Romd, Akram, Ehab and Ammar. and yuh... before i used to wear glasses.

God... it is just too hot in Bahrain. Wanna come back home.

Bonsoir | يسعد مساكم: UN envoy says Gaza a prison for Palestinians :: Read & Take Action

2006-10-02T00:46:00.000+03:00

GENEVA (Reuters) - Israel has turned the Gaza Strip into a prison for Palestinians where life is "intolerable, appalling, tragic" and the Jewish state appears to have thrown away the key, a U.N. human rights envoy said on Tuesday.

Bonsoir | يسعد مساكم: UN envoy says Gaza a prison for Palestinians :: Read & Take Action

"She's 6 now"

2006-10-02T00:40:00.000+03:00

6th annevirsary of Al-Aqsa Intifada, more on Akram's corner

يقول أحمد: معدتي تؤلمني

2006-09-27T17:23:00.000+03:00

إنه لإحساس غريب أن تكون بالقرب من شخص تريد جداً الاقتراب منه، ولكنك لا تستطيع. هو إحساس غريب كيف أنك تصطنع الكلام مع الآخرين وتحاول في نفس الوقت بطرف العين أن تعرف لو أن ذلك الشخص يستمع لما تقول أو يختلس النظر إليك كما تفعل. مجنون أنا... كيف أقتل نفسي بيدي... وأحرق أناملي وأنا أبتسم وأبكي في نفس الوقت... مجنون انا... ألقي نفسي في هاوية بلا نهاية.

لست أدري... لكنني أشعر بألم شديد في معدتى وبحرقة في حلقي عندما يأتي المساء

Ramadan Kareem, 2006

2006-09-23T08:39:00.000+03:00

Happy Ramadan people, wish you all the best and health. Hope this month will mark a change for all of the suffering we see all around the world.

Once again, Arab could not decide on Ramadan this year. It is the simple and straight forward thing yet those in charge can never agree on a thing.

BBC: Iraq torture 'worse after Saddam'

2006-09-22T06:27:00.000+03:00

According to Manfred Nowak, the UN's chief anti-torture expert, the situation in Iraq is "Out of control", with abuses being committed by security forces, militia groups and anti-US insurgents.

He also talks about some of the brutal methods used in torture; many signs can be found on the bodies of dead people like beating using electrical cables, wounds in heads and genitals, broken legs and hands, electric and cigarette burns. The use of acid and chemicals was found too.

Thank you for providing us with this democracy, We should be glad Saddam is gone and a new free world is about to be!!!

Pope Sorry

2006-09-17T20:41:00.000+03:00

Well... The Pope said that the medieval text which he quoted did not express in any way his personal opinion and he was just quoting it nothing more. The Pope follows to say:

"I hope this serves to appease hearts and to clarify the true meaning of my address, which in its totality was and is an invitation to frank and sincere dialogue, with mutual respect"

I have to disagree with the way the Pope wanted to start this dialog with a mutual respect. And at the same time I will not start to mention the many issues the church posed in the name of religion and Jesus, because this is not a good way to start a dialogue. As some misused Christianity to gain personal power, so did others with Islam, yet I won't dare and call this a way of life for some.

Yet, i do agree that a dialogue should go on. All the things that happened since 9/11 definitely posed a new threat on the peaceful harmony between Islam and Christianity; extremists from both sides have hijacked this harmony and have dragged some simple and moderate people into the tail of extremeness. We need to have a talk about what's going on now, and about the many things that are common between the two giants, not the little things that make the difference.

Ahmad Says: Forbidden Love

2006-09-16T08:34:00.000+03:00

It was my first mass encounter with the Shia Muslims in Bahrain, and they've definitely shed a new understanding of the ever since issue between Sunni and Shia Muslims. I've come to realize even more than they both have a lot in common that's worth sharing and living.

Yet, -this rather silly conflict in some aspects- it just another barrier built between two in love. Marriage between Sunni and Shia is so rare and if to happen will face a lot of criticism and denial from both sides. It is really hard to think that one has to stop his heart beat for someone simply because of a difference 1,400 years ago!

Eyes meet, hands talk and hearts breathe... Yet the mind bitterly says no!!!

All the way to Bahrain

2006-09-08T00:12:00.000+03:00

I am in Bahrain now for business and staying here for about a month. Although people here are incredibly nice; I do feel home sick especially when looking at the seashore view from the house at night.

Miss Amman… Miss you guys… wallahee

Windows Photocopying Apple

2006-08-30T00:44:00.000+03:00

Though I am a software developer on the Windows platform; I can't hide my love and admiration for Apple products, they are elegant and professional.

Here we see Steve Jobs & Bertrand Serlet showing us (yet again) just how much Microsoft loves to copy Apple.

Family Dinner

2006-08-23T22:30:00.000+03:00

I recall back at Jerash, when we used to visit my grandparents house at night, and all of the family kids are there. They all decide to put a nice family dinner were all of us gather around and really have a good time. I just remember the nice talks and the passing of bread and tea over the table. Every time two or three servings of fried eggs was a must.

Now, well... My parents are now a grandfather and a grandmother for two lovely girls. One problem we had here is that my parents are not big fans of dinner, so we don't have family dinners anymore. I hate this... every time I suggest a family dinner everyone just halts for a couple of seconds, then start saying that we don't feel that hungry or go make your self some fried eggs. Though I at that moment was hungry, I was aiming for the gathering of the people, and the dirty clothes of the laughing kids. Looks like this is too much to ask these days.

I know people these days are stressed out from everything; high prices, improper housing opporuities, conflict and injustice in Palestine and Lebanon... But come on people, at least cheer up the little. They have a huge burden to carry, yet not now.

A family worthy of!

2006-08-19T01:30:00.000+03:00

I am writing this article based on reflections I had in the last couple of weeks, and on personal experience as well.

We are a discriminative society on every aspect one can think of. It is not that we only categorize people based on their origins and the place of birth of their 4th grandfather... we also discriminate amongst the members of the same family. While I am writing this I get flashes of memories of so many accidents that could go such perfect examples of what I wanna say.

It was not long ago; it was the 3rd and final day of my grandpa funeral in Jerash. Some of us were sitting with the last of the people paying condolences in the evening. Some of family kids were playing around here and there in the almost empty huge place, and while laying there tired pretending I listen to what the men are saying... 2 small girls came to the men gathering, one was a blond that took the attention of the man speaking and made him say: "Mashallah", and the other was a regular girl, who simply laid her head so nicely on the side of a couch and just kept moving her eyes from one speaker to the other. She was even innocently smiling to see people playing with the blond one. Not a single one noticed this girl.

Can you love a kid more than another, and both are yours? Though this may sound like a silly question to ask a parent... I am sure a significant number of them would rather lye answering. We tend to love a child more than another, or sometimes hate one more than another. Criteria could be their educationl or proffisional progress, financial status, physical characterstics or even their birth order. Young kids being descriminated could not feel it on a young age, but they'll definitely be filled with rage and hatred when they're grown up and start recalling back and analyzing situations. At this moment were the deepest change and impact on personality would happen, and you can expect major changes in dealing with the society as a whole and most of the time blaming and holding responsibility.

I am sure you've all watched the scene were a parent screams on his/her child: "What did I do to deserve your treatment?" I hope you can imagine another answer now.

عندما أعود

2006-08-12T13:23:00.000+03:00

عندما أعود
سأزرع حديقتي ليموناً وورود
و سأطبع كل مساء
على خد الحبيبة قبلة
و أنام في عيونها السود
و أحكي لها عن اشتياقي
و عن حبي الذي
ليس له حدود

سأعود
و سأدهن جدران غرفتي عطراً
وأمسك يد أمي كل صباح
ليبدأ يومي خيراً ووعود

سأصنع الشاي لإخوتي
وأحكي لهم عن غربتي
وكيف أني
في كل مرة شربت الماء
جاؤوا في مخيلتي
و كيف أني
في كل صباح
تمنيت أن أقبّل رؤوس أولادهم و الخدود

عندما أعود
سأحتفل مع الأصدقاء
وسنشرب نخب الأحلام كل مساء
سندخّن متاعبنا
وننفث همومنا في الهواء
سأخبرهم أن الغربة تكوي
وتحيل الدم إلى ماء
سأخبرهم أن خبزاً وزيتوناً
في البيت كنز ودواء
سأخبرهم
أنه خارج الوطن
يصبح الإنسان كذبة
وكيس خواء
وسأعلّم الصديقات
بأن الحب يعيش في ورد الحديقة
وليس في جيب الأثرياء
وسأدعوا لهن
بأن ينجبوا جيلاً جديداً
إن كبر
لا يسافر
لا يهاجر
ليس بالوطن يقامر

إن أصبحوا مسؤلين
أو جنود
أن يرفعوا في وجه الظلم قبضة
ويشنقوا كل من تجرأ على لمس الحدود

عندما أعود
سأرش الحب في طريقي
و أقول للناس في الشوارع أن لا يسافروا
لا هواء خارجاً
يصعب في الغربة
الوجود

عندما أعود
سأتمشى كل يوم مع أولاد حارتنا
وأعلّمهم أن لا يسرقوا الوطن
فالوطن يجب أن يبقى رمز الخلود

. . . . . .

لا تسافروا
لا تسافروا
لأنكم سوف تحلمون مثلي
متى أعود
و تكتشفون مثلي
أني
لا أريد أن أعود

UNjust

2006-08-12T13:09:00.000+03:00

UNjust
Originally uploaded by Ramadan.

After a month of brutal killing and more than 1000 Lebanese killed and an entire beautiful country destroyed, a UN resolution came and I don't believe it is just or fair.

If I was in control of things… I would withdraw all Arab and Muslim countries from the UN and the Fear Council (Security Council). We are living back in the colonization era again and we have to admit that the "Free World" is the most brutal of them all.

Remember

2006-08-11T23:59:00.000+03:00

Remember
I will still be here
As long as you hold me
In your memory

Remember
When your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
Just remember me

I am the one star that keeps burning
So brightly
It is the last light
To fade into the rising sun

I'm with you whenever you tell
My story
For I am all I've done

Remember
I will still be here
As long as you hold me
In your memory
Remember me

I am that warm voice in the cold wind
That whispers
And if you listen
You'll hear me call across the sky

As long as I still can reach out
And touch you
Then I will never die

Remember
I'll never leave you
If you will only
Remember me

Remember
I will still be here
As long as you hold me
In your memory

Remember
When your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
I live forever
Remember me

Josh Groban - Remember

What stupidity is

2006-08-05T01:53:00.000+03:00

Well... Some of the Saudi Islamic scholars have posted some really "Stupid" Fatwas at a really improper time. Such Fatwas of course have been rejected by a lot of scholars around the world and even by Saudi scholars as well.

Sometimes is it better to keep your mouth shut than to speak nonsense.

"Israel is doing the Lord’s work"

2006-08-03T08:51:00.000+03:00

If you've lost a son or a beloved one under a ricked building or on a fleeing car, don't worry... It is the Lord that did so and you should be glad the Lord chose you.

Link

Damn it, Injustice is so hard to live with... And If you do something about it then you're a terrorist

"No, This Is Not Our War "

2006-08-03T08:15:00.000+03:00

On American TV, former Israeli Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu says the ruination of Lebanon is Hezbollah's doing. But is it Hezbollah that is using U.S.-built F-16s, with precision-guided bombs, and 155-mm artillery pieces to wreak death and devastation on Lebanon?

No, Israel is doing this, with the blessing and without a peep of protest from President Bush. And we wonder why they hate us.

"Today, we are all Israelis!" brayed Ken Mehlman of the Republican National Committee to a gathering of Christians United for Israel.

Full article

Peace, Propaganda & The Promised Land

2006-07-29T15:03:00.000+03:00

Peace, Propaganda & the Promised Land provides a striking comparison of U.S. and international media coverage of the crisis in the Middle ... all » East, zeroing in on how structural distortions in U.S. coverage have reinforced false perceptions of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. This pivotal documentary exposes how the foreign policy interests of American political elites--oil, and a need to have a secure military base in the region, among others--work in combination with Israeli public relations strategies to exercise a powerful influence over how news from the region is reported. Through the voices of scholars, media critics, peace activists, religious figures, and Middle East experts, Peace, Propaganda & the Promised Land carefully analyzes and explains how--through the use of language, framing and context--the Israeli occupation of the West Bank and Gaza remains hidden in the news media, and Israeli colonization of the occupied terrorities appears to be a defensive move rather than an offensive one. The documentary also explores the ways that U.S. journalists, for reasons ranging from intimidation to a lack of thorough investigation, have become complicit in carrying out Israel's PR campaign. At its core, the documentary raises questions about the ethics and role of journalism, and the relationship between media and politics.

Bush-Blair "Shitty" Conversation

2006-07-29T14:57:00.000+03:00

Ahmad says: "Hope?"

2006-07-27T23:14:00.000+03:00

Surrounded by the smell of death and the smokes of a fallen house... Ahmad stumbles with the torn body of a small doll, he stops for a moment and gives his legs sometime to rest on a small flat surface on of what was once a playground of children. He picks the doll and gently removes the dust from her face. He notices some of dust is darker than the other and is more sticky, then he realizes that these were blood stains...

He freezes in his place, and suddenly the sound of people calling for their beloved ones is silenced, and the dust that almost chocked everyone vanishes away, taking away all those around Ahmad leaving him alone. Ahmad now is just standing there on that left over of a house holding a doll that has drops of blood falling down the ground.

...

Wake up, We are being killed

2006-07-25T01:37:00.000+03:00

We are being killed in cold blood. We are just the labor needed for a "New Middle East"

Boycott American Products

2006-07-23T11:54:00.000+03:00

Something I did back at collage. Click for a larger version

On the minds of so many...

2006-07-22T20:50:00.000+03:00

Could not resist..

Ahmad Says: "God is one bloody man"

2006-07-22T19:59:00.000+03:00

Ok, If the stolen land of Palestine is the land god promised the Jews with, and if the Jews (not all of them of course, but the ones steeling Palestine) are doing all that killing and murder defending the idea that god gave them this land, then god is "one bloody man".

How much of this nonsense are we going to accept? Just look at Israel and you'll see that it does not fit right in the region, it's a whole different THING that was forced to exist here.

I don't want Israel to withdraw to the 1967 border... I want Israel out of here. And the people arguing about the right of Israel to exist and live peacefully (one sided of course) are simply stating that if you steel someone's house and live in it for 50 years or something, it becomes yours!

Today I was switching between channels and I saw the "Insider". Some flash news about what was going in Lebanon only mentioned that Hezbollah fired rockets at the town of Haifa and that two Israelis where killed. Of course it did not mention anything about the number of dead Lebanese on the same day or the amount of grenades Israel dropped so far.

Also a funny thing to mention: America has provided Israel with a bunch of new weapons to test drive on the Arab people of the region. And of course Condoleeza Rice (who I doubt to be a mother or at least to know what the word Suffer and Lost means) has stated again that a cease fire at this point is useless and will return us to the status quo. This will definitely post the hatred meter towards the US not in the region alone... But in the entire world.

Wake up Americans... Wake up and see what's you government is doing to you and to your country. I never hated the US policy as much as I do now.

What's going on with the world? How blind are we?

Boycotting American Products, Again...

2006-07-21T16:07:00.000+03:00

After a 4-year long boycott of American products, then a pause of 6 months, I guess I am officially back.

The pictures of killed children and wounded Lebanese are making the headlines almost everywhere, And you hear the American president assuring Israel's military actions in Lebanon. I just can't stand this anymore.

Boycotting is the least I can do, wish if I can do something else.

Who's to Lebanon

2006-07-16T23:50:00.000+03:00

Full of tears and overwhelmed by sadness. I write this:

Till this moment, 120 Lebanese are dead, a lot of which are children and women. In such moments you wonder about the use and benefit of the Arabic Armies all around the region; such armies are not well equipped to stand against something like Israel... But rather fully equipped to stand against the Arabic people themselves. The only reason there exists any Arabic Army is to terrify the people and sustain a filthy rule of a government or a monarchy.

a hundred and twenty people killed is just a number for Mr. Bosh or Tony Blair, or even to a lot of the Arab leaders, yet the 3 (captured) Israelis are icons everybody just worries about. I can't express what I feel right now when I think of myself or my friend as just a number waiting to be counted, or just a body waiting to be buried.

A fellow country like Lebanon is being bombarded with bombs and missiles and not a single Arab county offers a hand, just condemnation or even blame. Just now I've heard the Egyptian PRESIDENT talking about how "Strongly he Condemns" the military actions Israel is doing and is calling for an "Immediate Cease Fire" between the two. I mean come one... You're supposed to be the leader of the strongest Arab county in the region and that's what you had to say... Silence would have been more honest and truth telling.

I think this is a precious moment in life all of the Arab people should benefit from. We all now see the leaders of our stolen countries runaway like sheep protecting their personal agendas and welfare on the account of our freedom, dignity and blood. I think this is a time in history were all of the Arab people should standout for themselves, and realize that what is going on is not just something happening in Gaza or in Lebanon, it is something happening everywhere in the region, it is something happening next door to your wife or children, to your beloved ones and friends. Something killing everything beautiful that still lives inside of us. We should do the move now.

To free ourselves from Israel, we should free ourselves from our corrupt regimes that we've never elected. We (the people) should understand that a woman in Lebanon is as helpless and needy as a woman in Amman or Cairo. A child in Gaza who lost his father is as orphan and alone as a child in Riyadh or Damascus. We are all one... and the only thing dividing us is simply the filthy regimes that rule us. Let us stand united this time and realize the truth that the solution to all of this is not a magical Saladin rolling out the bad, but rather the simple truth that we are one.

"Seedee"

2006-07-12T23:56:00.000+03:00

I was on my way to work today, I used to listen to Mazaj FM in the morning to get lucky and listen to Fayrooz, and since no Fayrooz was singing then I switched to Fann FM and there was of course Mohammad Al-Wakeel.

To be honest and fair, I think this guy is running a success show, and one of the main elements to his success is maintaining his Jordanian accent to the bone. Of course one should mention the other radio shows that are Jordanian but with a Lebanese accent.

Anyways... A guy called from Aqaba saying Good morning. It was a nice call. The thing that was most noticed is that the guy called Al-Wakeel "Seedee" like 15 times!. What's with the "Seedee" word? (translated to English means: My Master)

Why don't we call people by their names? Or at least call them a Mr. If we want to pay some respect? Why the "Seedee"? Is it something inherited from the Army or something?

Hate the word. Did not and won't say it ever... I am a slave only to one

Old Budies from Jerash

2006-07-02T23:54:00.000+03:00

Last wednesday I made a sudden late visit to Jerash. Finally getting to Jerash after a long time, I had to call some old friends. I was able to meet up with Obadah (left) and Sameer (Abu Samrah), funny to say that both of them are Shwam (most of Jerash are).

Well... a lot of the school days came back, I have realized what a bad memory i have. some people recall tiny details and others could forget entire years or places.

Anyways... it was really great haning out with old folks. The picture was taken in Jerash National Park (don't think big of it... yet it has a zoo).

Ahmad Says: "I Want an Illiterate Mother"

2006-06-29T01:34:00.000+03:00

Well… looks like illiterate mothers appear to be able to provide more love and warm to their children that educated ones.

Ahmad does not base this fact on statistics or random samples taken from the mob, but rather from his own experience. "An illiterate mother says the word 7abeebee more often than an educated one" he claims.

"An illiterate mother might hug her kid in front of her illiterate neighbors and gives him a big kiss when he comes back from school, while an educated one would simply praise his high marks in English and then ask him to go wash his hands and eat the food in the kitchen"

Looks like Ahmad needs hugging and kissing, I guess.

Olmert, the peaceful

2006-06-24T00:08:00.000+03:00

The Israeli PM, the Terrorist Ehud Olmert on his visit to Amman

I still wonder why the Jordanian Officials are still detaining the four who praised Al-Zarqawi, and is launching daily attacks on the whole Islamic Brothers in the government dailies, and at the same time open the arms wide to such criminal. In the last week more than 5 children were killed from Israeli attacks on the north of Gaza.

Politics is the game of the strong to rule the weak.

Visit to Cairo

2006-05-04T22:39:00.000+03:00

I've been to Cairo last week with Omar, we went there from April 28th to May 2nd 2006. And we sure had a lot of fun there.

I should have blogged a couple of articles from there, but I had no time to. I am afraid alot of the things i wanted to say at that time can never be said again; the town is amazingly rich with everything: the people, the buildings and the culture. It is such a romantic place where all are in love the simple way.

You can see the pictures from the trip here

Grandpa “Abu Saleh”

2006-04-13T18:47:00.000+03:00

Never thought I’ll be writing another article about another passing away of someone dear so soon. But last week my last grandpa “Abu Saleh” passed away after a brain stroke and a week in coma.

Well... he was the closest person I’ve ever lost. I still remember him back in Jerash when he used to call me and ask to help him garden around the old house. I always hated that but afterwards he used to buy me anything I wanted.

So many people came to the funeral, he was known by a lot. But one thing they agree about him; he was very honest and very direct who ever he was talking with, this even cost him a few nights in prison they say... I do feel proud of him.

He was the last of his brothers (they had no sisters); one was buried in Amman and the other in Irbid. Grandpa was buried in Jerash. It’s like the entire generation was scattered everywhere and the remains were us.

Mar adentro (The Sea Within)

2006-03-27T21:21:00.000+02:00

Omar invited me to see this Spanish movie, it won an Oscar for best foreign movie last year, and to be honest... This is the most beautiful movie I have ever seen.

It is based on the true story of Spaniard Ramon Sampedro, a Spanish who at a young age had an accident and broke his neck, resulting in quadriplegic (which means he can't move any part of his body except his head). He then tries to get an approval from the court to let him be eligible for the mercy death, but the court declines. He stays in this state for around 30 years until some friends help him kill himself.

The movie is so full of real and honest feelings and abstractions. One must see this movie, one must shed tears.

Amidst the fever, forgive me

2006-03-20T21:26:00.000+02:00

Looks like fever and pain killers have taken over me in the last couple of days and have affected the way I think and talk I guess.

Hope no one was hurt... If so, then I hope they can forgive.

Sweet dreams,

Thoughts wondering in a restless soul

2006-03-19T21:05:00.000+02:00

Wonder how a terrified soul is feeling when loosing hope? It's all her fault she strayed away not the destiny's. It is like painting your own chosen wrong path with road marks hoping it'll lead to home, it won't... it'll never do.

When lost, she first looks around her self slowly making sure it's just a step back and home is there, but when she realizes home is gone... she panics and starts wondering in all directions trying to escape from that feeling she carries within...I wonder how. And after an age of useless running... she'll come again to realize that some things are meant to keep hurting as things are meant to be lost.

When she settles down at the end of a cold winter, she'll uncover her chest and fake her shock when she sees not a new dagger ripping her delicate heart, but an old one.

When hope is gone, nothing else really matters.

The new Looz tree

2006-03-13T23:02:00.000+02:00

My grandfather has planted a Looz tree so many years ago. When he passed away, many changes occurred and many people changed too. One change required the tree to be removed.

I was not there when they removed it, I would have defently disagreed. Don't think a young boy's opinion would count at the time.

strangely after a couple of years the tree grow again and was almost not taken care of. Now it is very big (not big as the old one, cuz i remember hiding in it). This photo was taken on a very fine and lovely Eid day.

Is this hope? I wonder... or is it just luck or coincidence nothing more.

Animal fight and rights

2006-03-11T01:09:00.000+02:00

Last month I was at a friend's house (Omar) late at night. I was there because we were starting a new cinematography passion and i wanted to shoot some sample video footage here and there at his house. Omar and Mahmoud did some acting (which was almost real sometimes) and i cought it on tape, it was simply about Mahmoud adoring a Libyan singer and Omar mocking him. It was a very interesting subject.

Anyways... while shooting, two cats (males i suppose) started a fight outside the door and booth of them started making that really horrible sound cats do when they fight. But since they were fighting inside the building; their sounds were amplified and I guess the entire neighborhood could hear them.

I went outside and took some video of the cats with my mobile, and suddenly the door of another apartment was opened and an old man came with a huge stick in his hands, he walked behind one cat slowly and then BANG... he hit it on the stomach. It was so powerful that I think the cat will never walk or sound again.

I entered the house to show the guys the video... but I realized that I have stopped recording when the man came down (ouch). I remember Doraid Lahham the Syrian actor in one of his series where he kicked a cat and a tourist caught it on tape. It turned into national emergency and world condemnation.

Later I was watching Al-Jazeera, and they showed Abu Ghraib prison.

Course at the JU

2006-03-11T00:42:00.000+02:00

I had the wonderful chance to be a course instructor for the second time at the Jordan University with the help of the IEEE office. I gave a Visual Basic .NET introduction course for around 14 students.

I love to teach, although those 2 weeks during the course were so stressful due to the preparation needed and the work thread and pressure, they were like a time away to relax and break the routine.

The students who took the course were on average good :) Some smarter than other of course. But in general and since most of them are engineers... they were much better people to deal with than customers.

Of course the girls talk the most; a girl called Zain could have a very blossom career at a radio station, so does Afnan :) Other girls are shy but also will never stop talking if given the chance. I was surprised to see girls missing out classes more than boys :S

The guys are... guys; some of them are really interesting and have passion for the future, I hope the girls are too. And some had to attend because of a potential grad project requirement nothing more - which I hate.

Anyways... Love to teach. Not sure if it'll happen again :(

Snow in Amman

2006-03-11T00:17:00.000+02:00

Finally is snowed this year (ya3nee). When I was in Jerash we never saw the wonderful sight of snow falling down. "It only snows at Amman" we were told when we were young.

OK... I moved to Amman, and it did not snow as much as was described!!! Looks like I carry a curse around with me and each town I settle in never snows in.

Anyways, this is not the subject. Just wanted to say that snow is so romantic. I think winter in general is more romantic than the summer. Some would say autumn is the most romantic and I can agree... but I don't think we have autumn here in Jordan. It's only winter or summer.

My sister was hocked on this Syrian serial called "Ashwak Na3emah" that was shown on Abu Dhabi TV at 1 AM. The final episode was on that snowy day, and my sister wanted to see the final episode soo badly that I had to come at 1 AM to the roof and cleanup the satellite dish from the accumulated snow. It wasn't that cold... and the view from our 6-floor building was amazing with all the snow covering the streets and cars. It is just amazing the amount of things we mess here in Jordan :(

And yes, in the picture you can see Ameerah, my car (and yes, I am strange).

Stupid commretial

2006-03-10T23:52:00.000+02:00

While shopping for new clothes with a friend my mine, we had to wonder in Al-Hussien while the tailor will shorten my new pant. We agreed to stop wondering behind girls and go eat dinner at Mal7amet 3alih. We eat there and the food was horrible. When we left I saw this really funny and stupid combination of advertisement at the door of the mal7ameh:

In case the image is gone: it's a chicken Ad were on the left you'll see a cute girl playing with a small chick, and on the right the same girl enjoying a chicken leg. Really stupid marketing I would say, but such things are easily acceptable in 3rd world countries like ours.

This Ad reminds me of a story I've heard while in Jerash: a small kid was raising a small lamb and he took so much care for it, the story mentions he was feeding the lamb Twix and Sneakers (wish is a sign of luxury for people in Jerash). 2 years later the kid woke-up and the morning and did not find his pet, and after some looking he found the lamb hanging by its foot and slaughtered. From what I know the meat was not so tasty; it felt like chocolate.

Super Vision

2006-02-25T15:39:00.000+02:00

Finally I have made the Super Vision operation, I had 1.25 degrees in both eyes, and now I can see 6.5/6 thanks to allah.

The operation took less that 5 min. and I felt nothing and smelled nothing. yet it is still expesive (~ JDs 700).

But it's worth it. Things never looked so bright and pretty as now :)

Grand Father

2006-02-18T01:16:00.000+02:00

This photo is for my Grandfather Ramadan the first. I knew him when I was little and I was like in the 2nd grade when he passed away. People tell me that he loved me the most, they even say until today how much I look like him. My aunts keep calling me "Our Father".

I am glad he passed away when I was young and not later. He fills a certain place in mind and I keep imagining him as a very kind and lovely person (which all people say so). I would very much hate to disrupt this image and thought.

Maybe this is why we tend iconize someone even if we haven't really interacted with him/her a lot. It's like meeting a girl you fall in love with for 5 minutes and then never meeting her again. someone will build whole stories and memories from these 5 minutes alone, and assume that girl an angle or a perfect women he should have held firm to, yet the truth might be the opposite.

We were 3 boys and a girl, me the youngest boy and my sister the youngest of us all. On the Eid day, Grandfather would give us 5 JDs. He always told me to give each of my brothers one JD and I should keep 2 : )

You know something... I should pay him a visit to his grave one day and thank him for being my Grandfather.

Hashem VS Barnees

2006-02-18T00:07:00.000+02:00

Well... tonight I was in a gathering for JorDev at Abdoon, we met at "Barnees" on the main circle. I don't know if you have been there before, this was my second time there. When you visit places like these you really come to know how diverse and far-away the people of Jordan (and specially Amman) are.

OK, it's a nice place. I sat on a chair where I can see everyone who's going in or out. There were pretty and very beautiful girls all over the place, like this place is some kind of a chicks magnet or something.

There were a lovely couple setting on a table. They were setting soo close to each other that it would be better if they just swapped chairs. It's really nice to see their body language; when someone talks the other just smiles, like someone's performing on a stage and the other just enjoys it. But I am pretty sure there where differnt smiles going on under the table (considering the close distance). Bas shoo bedna bennas ya 3ammee

Behind me were two girls setting together. And as usual when there is a girl behind me I can't see, I just imagine my self as casanova and that all girls behind me dream with a look from my eyes or a smile : ), But I am sure that in this case my head was just blocking their view and nothing else.

I came to realize that such places are ment for certaian types of people that live in a certain style of life. and that a Jerashee like me is no match for the born-with-a-gel kind of Ammanee guy.

Later of course I call my old friends and head for a different type of place for a certain type of people and class. we go to Hashem.

It is 2006

2005-12-31T23:58:00.000+02:00

a year has gone and a new one has come, good and bad things happened last year.

the only thing good i see is that i am a new person this year, and some changes are coming on the way.

later

Hamzah the fire boy

2005-12-01T14:33:00.000+02:00

Hamzah the boy
Originally uploaded by Romd.

this is a photo of my little cosine Hamzah. the fire you see here was made to remove the last remains of a very old tree they had to cut because it was almost dead.

My grandfather planted this tree like 20 years ago. it was much alive when he used to take care of it and most of the trees in his garden (7oosh).

I feel sad to know that most of the little kids in the family will not live to see all these wonderfull things i had in my childhood

My Sony Ericsson K750i

2005-12-01T14:27:00.000+02:00

My Sony Ericsson K750i
Originally uploaded by Romd.

Finally i have upgraded my very old Nokia 8210 (5 years old) with a new Sony Ericsson K750i. The cool thing about this mobile is its 2 M camera. So you will see more images comming soon since it would be much lighter to carry than my Nikon Coolpix 4800 camera.

Syrian Serials

2005-11-01T02:30:00.002+02:00

Well... no one can deny how Syrian serials are attracting everybody's attention these days.

I had some thinking today after I saw one serial (which I don't know its name, since i don't follow up any serial). What are the reasons that make such shows a wide success, and i came to this conclusion: For most people living in Jordan, what we see in these serials represents the inner desires and dreams of each and every one of us.

I mean this: The girls are very pretty and tall. and most of the time they are being left alone with no lover and no one to take care of them (And here were our guys start thinking: what about me?)

And guys are not bad (and i mean nothing by that), they are handsome and good looking, wear good clothes and speak a lovely accent. This is the exact opposite of most guys here in Jordan, and I think this makes a lot of girls watch the show.

The most important reason i think is the way of life we see in these serials; free guys and girls hanging out anytime any place. Having relatively good bodies and wearing nice clothes. And this represents the most essential thing we lack here.

Another thing is that people are always smiling and funny. And families have fun with one another. The simply have a social life, and they quickly response to conversations with interesting words and metaphors, not with only Ye3teek El-3afieh.

No one denies the fact that we here (the ordinary people, not the Abdoon type of people) lack the basic tools of love, and we simply live our fantasies through such serials.

Friends we hurt

2005-05-29T14:44:00.000+03:00

i just want to say i am sorry to those i hurt while i try to learn my way in this life. i am so sorry.

رسم رائع لقطة باستخدام الفوتوشوب

2004-10-12T23:52:00.000+03:00

قام هذا الفنان (والذي يبدو أنه فرنسي الأصل) برسم هذه القطة باستخدام الفوتوشوب، لقد ازداد مؤخراً هذا الأسلوب في الرسم باستخدام الحاسوب، ويبدو أن الفوتوشوب قد يتصدر المقدمة في هذا المجال

أهم البرامج في مجال الرسم باستخدام الحاسوب
Adobe Photoshop
Corel Painter

الرسم باستخدام الفلاش... رهيب

2004-10-11T11:40:00.000+03:00

Check this out people... this guy painted this picture using Flash vector graphics... isn't this amazing. click and watch the the movie.

Ahhhh. no water

2004-10-10T23:36:00.000+03:00

I cannot beleive it, i woke up this morning and there was no water in the tank above. you can imagin what i look like sunday morning after a long night trying to sleep. and the worst thing is that i had to go down to check the water pump which i had no idea what was worng with it... this sucks guys, really sucks. why we don't have water systems like europe and the rest of the world. no tanks, pumps and all these stubid stuff, if you woke up one day with no water then this is a sign that your country was invated, cuz there is no other reason for the water not to come down. Ahhhhhhh

Another stupid day

2004-10-10T06:42:00.000+03:00

Hi, it's like 8:30 PM and i am still at work. and like usual... had a very long time getting to work. Transportation sometimes sucks in Amman. i am searching for a car nowadays, but cars prices are like hell... a couple of weeks ago, I saw a 1994 Golf for sale, and when i called the man, he asked for 7,500 JDs!!! man i can's believe it. i need to work like 3-4 years without spending a single dinar to finally ending up with a car that is older than me, i hate this.

Well... this is my first post to the blogger

2004-07-24T16:09:00.000+03:00

Hello everyone, this is the 1st time using this thing, hope it is cool. will post new thing soon.

Salam