A story? No, just an incident

Numerous are the times that i meet new people, we all meet new interesting people every now and then. I cannot classify people that simple, because people are like their fingerprints, every person has a unique set of attributes that makes him his own self - be that a man or a woman. Let's be frank and say that the world is not as sane or as healthy as it is supposed to be. In my own point of view a world is healthy when the individuals who possess a certain talent can be able to utilize it the way that makes them feel that they are achieving something in their lives, like giving the child his playground where he can wander and explore, dig in the sand, lift a rock, and observe closely as the centipede goes about minding its own business. Some people have "it" and have it strong. What is "It" in the sense I wish to point to? "It" is power at something, power that could be spotted, something that stands out in a crowd. Power to change is what I mean even

Of a way that is long, sunny, clear, but filled with bumps and obstacles. U look back and see what you passed through and as a human u would of course re-visit what you've missed of chances and exits, the exits are a lot and some of them are really pretty, but some of those who have installs some sort of X-ray gadgets to their vehicles could look beyond the exit and try to predict where they lead to. Can't help but take a pretty exit on the first time though. There is always a first time for everything, and well.. I guess our parents are supposed to prepare us for the first tough colorful exit we take. We can't remain in their protective vehicle all the time, at a certain stage we must leave and experience for ourselves. Now normally - and I've been observing that for quite long now - a parent in my society understands "preparation" in a very shallow materialistic sense, which is to just provide the offspring with all the possible tangible things possible so a

This post is primarily written not to be understood, but more of a brain flush in an attempt to halt an internal volcanic eruption, and try to reach a peace treaty that would leave everyone contented, if that is ever possible. Now they say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, that is partially true in some cases when the good intentions are sincerely good, but the Devil won't let them stand tall specially if they are causing a true level of contentedness and satisfaction with oneself which directly relates to one's relationship with God, there must be a black cloud to come over somewhere, now there's the real danger. The Devil knows mankind and knows what easily moves them, and that is his most common strategy, uses all the objects he could use one after the other, on top of those are ego, instinct, and wealth. Recognition is compiled in the ego package for sure, and it generates a lot of silly yet destructive actions from a human, leading to a picture of possibl

Amazing how one could just spend a few hours thinking about absolutely nothing, and once the mind kicks back in action the preceding moments are discarded as if they never happened, I am in a waiting room right now watching a TV program from Lebanon, a sort of "good morning beautiful life" sort of program, in which nothing is bad in this world, and everybody is healthy, beautiful, and rich, and life is all to be enjoyed to the maximum, switching from "Yo Lebanese people living abroad we are proud of you and your achievements but we wish you could come back home one day to this Beautiful home of yours", to the "beautiful month of September - and it is September 11th btw today - that means good starts and good endings" (!), then to the fashion designer interview talking about how his new collection is inspired by the Roman period, showing the beauty of the woman to then end of that nonsense. With all do respect to the Lebanese people, I was about to faint, f

It has been quite a while since I wrote in here.. well it's been a since I wrote anything at all. All the things in my head remained in my head, some of them erased through the everyday life while others are lurking there waiting for an opportunity to get across the realm of the words to the realm of the Actions, some of them English and others Arabic. Some of them stories while others are just thoughts that need to be conveyed and properly represented. Well this part of my world is more concerned about ideas more than stories to tell you the truth, and I've come to a conclusion that a person MUST do something creative in his life or else the brain gives out an 'idle' signal to the rest of the body, creating the feeling of unrest and frustration, that could cause either of two things. - maybe more than two but I'm not here to count, just to propose ideas - It could cause immense potential to move the cheese and do something about this state of "brain idleness&q

Ever heard anyone say: 'what is common sense to you is not necessarily common sense to someone else'? Is it true? I think it for sure is! Imagine yourself living among a tribe of Aztecs.. Or lets not just go that far, let us assume that you are among a tribe in the Algerian desert. How many mistakes - in their eyes - do you think you will make once you sit down for lunch with a bunch of them? Starting from the stupid insane illogical way you sit, till the way you handle the food. All off-course to them, and all common sense for you. Is it the human nature to simply and non-voluntarily go to the extent of refusing the differences between us for the sole reason of 'we haven't seen that before', or 'we were never used to that before', and after all that we call ourselves 'open-minded'. Oh yes we are, but only when it comes to our desires, eh? The idea 'maybe this is better than what I'm used to' can be admitted by a few, a blessed few indivi

Evil is good.. The two ancient sides of the coin, the oldest battle in history, the one that started when Adam took his first breath of heavenly air: evil vs good, light versus darkness, honesty versus deception, its a never-ending battle indeed. So what else is new, eh? Here i am right now fighting some evil inside myself, that is disguised as pure logical goodness, the kind that has no spelling mistakes, but once u take your time and give it's logic more thought and compare it to the set of references u have, u can find that it's logic is TOTALLY out of context with logic and what your principles suggest, thus opening a door for sheer snarling evil right up your face. Now this is exactly the way evil works.. It tells you things you once thought were true, and it lets you cling on to them as if they are your own honor, evil knows that those thoughts and ideas - later on rules that are unchangeable - are wrong, this is why you don't think much while adhering to them. Later

Why do we so much let the devil mess with our behavior? Why do we allow our stupidity get in the way to our success, and get in the way to the things we want the most? Do our deeds mark who we are now and what we could and what we could not deserve? Is good so far away from being with us and for us? It is a fierce fight alright, a battle of the two classic sides of an inequality. The inequality is an inequality and not and equation, simply because both sides are not the same. At one side is good and the other side is not good, so how can you say it is an equation? It is so very true that our minds work the most at the moment of crisis. And at the same time, once your brain is working maximum power, it is so easy to pour a small bottle of ink at the output of the turbine, to alter the color of water coming out. Yeah the brain is like a Dam, holding up a lot of water behind it. The more the brain works, the turbines inside rotate to let the water out, emitting a great amo

Dreams, are nowadays randomly filled with random people, like my brain is being shuffled constantly in order for the most important things to settle in the bottom, and the less important to come on top, then the less important, and so forth, till i find the heavy rocks in the bottom, the things that are closest to my heart, and those might include the people who are closest to my heart and my attempts to make them happy, and furthermore try to understand them more, for not to fall in the mistake of trying to make them happy the way I want them to be happy, but rather the way THEY want to feel happy.. And then again, it is clear that life is just about the pursuit of happiness, because happiness can be found in various ways, and loads and loads of forms, but what is more important is only realized by the minority of people, and it can rarely be controlled by the individual, it is a blessing from God that is. As people try all the time to follow what their instinct tells them to achiev

Allow me to make this blog's title the same as a new Egyptian song, that goes by the same name, and the song goes : How many Questions, do we ask each other? About what was, what is going, and what is comming.. And it is so hard for the answer to satisfy us And if it sounds wierd, we say How? ... It is not easy, to find someone to comfort you And if he loves you, it is possible that he may hurt you When he tries once to bring you joy He satisfies your dream with words that can hurt you tomorrow Then the Music goes on, Rocket - someone i used to know way back - is the composer of this song, his head is so rock oriented so the music is so good, and conveys the words pretty much okay if you'd ask me.. So, what was? what is going? and what is comming? You sure you wanna know?.. Okay, there were mistakes, there are some efforts to try and put things right, and there is hope.. that sort of sums it all up, doesn't it? And the guy didn't lie when he said that there are very few

Whenever one of us thinks that he is aiming towards something, and working for acquiring or getting something out of life, we call it a goal, or a purpose in life, and reasonably emotional people could call it a dream. Someone has a dream in his life, and that means that it utilizes the person having it almost completely, that is if the obstacles that appear on the way towards fulfilling that dream do not act much as someone to blind the person from his main target, or the Dream as we would prefer to call it. Then, there is another kind of Dream, that is the one we have while sleeping, containing sometimes random things that keep us entertained in our sleep, or while we are awake when we remember them. Sometimes it happens that a dream wakes you up in a very unusual manner, showing you something you have never seen before.. something you wish to have, or something your mind generated out of your life, to insert into your life, to convert it into something from the previous type of drea

So, Freedom of choice is a gum in everybody's mouth now, people just talking about it without pretty much making any use of it. As a matter of fact, we don't 100% live by that concept because there are things that we do not much have the choice in, and those things cannot be named or placed under a certain category, because everything has both concepts embedded into them and let's think about it together. You come to choose things you do, given the things that happen to you. You don't choose the things that happen to you most of the time, but you choose what to do all the time. Also, you don't choose what you feel most of the time, but you choose what to do about how you feel all of the time. From that point we could begine to conclude some things based on preconcieved prinicpals, and from those very important pricipals is the rule that states "Nothing happens by chance, and there is a divine plan in everything happening".. Here I ask 'Happening to who

As a matter of fact the different realizations that arrive at this brain of mine, keeps me alive, and when a day passes by without realizing anything new, it adds more to my complexity and my realization that not everydayone leanrs something new, but at the same time this is something to be learned by itself, this is new, maybe someone else saw it before, or learned that before.. and the problem is, this as a fact contradicts itself big time.. yeah.. Now let's get serious.. Who are you and what are you doing here? Have you ever has one of those moments? When you feel somewhere between dizzy and high, just suddenly as if u have just been fighting with a tiger, then suddenly you ask "What am I doing in here? Where am I going? and where do I wana go?".. The most important questions in life right there, and rarely asked, why? because the rabies of life has you, the insane strugle for whatever one desires brings about a fever that is so hard to resist, and to the moment there

As i get closer to the ppl of my community and my class, same education and level of intellect, i get a picture, or a metaphor, of a barrel that looks fully stacked from the outside, looking really heavy, but in reality it is just an empty barrel with a tightly closed lid, and maybe there is a fierce bloody hound guarding thr lid. So that noone can open it to have a look inside, and see how empty it really is. Now, u r desiring things, and working for them, and it does not have Anything to do with what the inside of the barrel suggests, in other words: as if u r rest assured that the barrel is completely filled and closed, so u have nothing left to do but decorate the outside of the barrel, adding ur colourful touch to it according to what u desire, and to what u see worth placing on the crust of the barrel. But that anomaly naturally leads to another anomaly, visible only to the people who do not want to add any decorations to the barrel, but they wanna open it and fill it up, they ca