as i was driving back from the movies tonight, i had an interesting conversation with a friend of mine.

Are we living in a bubble? or should i say; are we living in tiny little bubbles? is the society simply a group of separate bubbles that manage to, somehow, exist in a weird set of harmony?

the topic, was, and is, the situation of Jordan's society, its culture; we seem to be heading toward an end were we are now being faced with extremes; taken from a religious point of view (one of many), you see people following strict teachings of their faiths, mostly Muslims, and others who are living their lives with no regard to a spiritual presence,
doing so, people of the latter group tend to cross most, if not all, of the first group's lines, which regularly leads to tantrums that we witness either in the news, written articles, violent outbreaks, or even the Friday prayers...

if we are living in separate bubbles, and these bubbles, being indifferent of the others' presence, are living up in that harmony, why are witnessing excessive levels of hate crimes and honor killings, just to name a few?

somehow, your actions, whether you go out of your way to keep a secret, or express freely to the world, will end up existing in another bubble were the people there are, putting it slightly, not so understanding of your actions and opinions, which when they voice out, stirs the mix of the so called harmony that we like to believe exists...

the point of this nonsense is quite simple; our actions are regularly mirrored in ways we do not usually tend to forecast, and living in a relatively reserved, small society like ours will eventually have one end or another blow up in our faces...

just a heads up... tell me what do you think?

today i got a visit from an old friend

he have been studying abroad for some time now, and i remember him vividly, he was the one who would say the most outrageous things, that me, as the younger one, were always amazed by, but as time went on, i started to realize how naive i have been,

but i couldn't be happier of the way the experience have brought him up, he's a changed man, i could sense it in his tone, the way he perceived the world, and talked about life,

the thing that was so true, was his view of our population, "when you are in a park out there, you run across mothers and babies strolling through, were you casually play along with the little baby, while he smiles that biggish smile of his and makes your way", "i don't think you can have that in Jordan, you will most probably start a fight if you do so",

maybe the baby thing is not the best example, but we are known for being really unpleasant most of the time, passing by the street, if you smile in the faces of the people, you will most probably be laughed at (not with).

yet again, change doesn't happen overnight, but it isn't that hard, all it needs are the gestures and the work of the little people, Us, maybe next time we're passing down one of our streets, we'll smile once or twice, or maybe say "Ya3teek El 3afieh" to the Egyptian who's sweeping the street, am sure you will make someone's day!

Keep Smiling People! :D

It was on the way to the hospital that I got my closure

I was setting in the back of the van, holding a hand over her cold hands,

Trying to remember her face from yesterday, I remember when we sat talking, I held that image in my head, and I stared her in the eyes, half crying, half smiling, but she wasn’t her usual self, she was crying,

“No you won’t cry” I said, “Smile your big smile with me now, this is important, and this would be my last opportunity to talk to you, we don't have much time”

“remember how much he loves you, he loves you more than I do”, “and you remember the days when you used to say, he comes first, and then us, your own children”

“how can I be sad to leave you, I wil miss you, but you are going to meet him at last, remember how you always said you wanted to go strong as you always were, and now your wish came true”

just remember when you’re asked; “Allah is my god, Islam is my religion”, “Ashhad Anna La Elaha Ella Allah, Wa Ashhad Anna Mohammadon Rasool Allah”,

I said it over and over and over again,
But she was smiling now
She got me

I asked her, “Sho Betwasene?”,

How silly of me, asking a question I know the answer to,

Take care of Baba, taimour and tamara, keep on your prayers.

“you will always be in m heart mama”, “I will never forget you”, “you will be as proud of me as you always were”…

the van rolled its roar to a halt, I remember carrying her body in…




you might have gone, but in my heart you will live forever…

goodbye

your loving son,