A story? No, just an incident

No doubt about it! As a matter of fact there are recent developments in the psych of "People in my Range", that are said to have certain reasons. The reasons are the recent development of "Choices" in people's lives, starting from the Fifties of the Twentieth century on. I don't want to sound harsh, dark, or pessimistic, but all I will do is just provide my small Point of View upon what's going on around us all, that make a very small portion of people with full-hearted smiles on their faces. I've recently heard someone saying that people don't have patience anymore. All they want is just to grab what they can and grow instantly without taking much time in taking the "Known" steps of development. The reasons beyond that is the fast-paced life that we're undergoing now, that provides too much options for the individual at the same time, that guarantee the availability of a large number of "things to enjoy" at the same time.

I pause, after being exposed to somewhat of an exhilarating experience, that one as say is totally away from what I've been into all of my life. One could say that it's no big deal that someone from a third world country has traveled and seen what the real civilized world is all about, but - as I have expected - for me it is a little different. Maybe because I tend to observe too much, absorb too much, and try to come up with conclusions and a section where I can put "What I've learned" from this, that or whatever experience I've been through. Well, it is widely known that traveling around the globe makes you different, one way or the other. Adds to you a lot, and submerges other parts of you underneath. I'm not gonna talk about what I've learned nor banter about the various things I've seen through my very brief journey that could not be compared to other people's experiences on traveling, because generally there are people who travel all the

That is unlikely to occur in anyone else's life. Why so my dreams always provide me with an experience that I didn't have in real life, which makes me want to take this same experience in real life, have passion for it, so that everything else beside it seem tasteless. Is it because of a personality problem? I'm a delusional imaginative fella that is not eligible to live in real life? Or what? There is not other alternative explanation you see? Which makes me think of absolutely dumping the idea of remembering my dreams or even mentioning them to myself. Seems that I will have to drop a huge load off of myself in favor of being who my mind wants me to be, all in favor of a maintaining as stronghold. Indeed I am changing, and indeed my words are decreasing in number, and intensity, for the sake of actions that serve me, and for the sake of changes that mark the lineage of my life. The look in my eyes has definitely changed, and that is enough of a change. Quite enough.

Reflections.. after a while: Well.. It’s been a while since I actually WROTE anything, but I’ve been thinking a lot, and speaking to myself more. REALLY speaking to myself, u know those moments when you imagine that you are a narrator on a deep movie that leaves you with nothing solid, but in the middle it jogs your not so healthy brain, making you think about certain incidents in your life, reflect for a while until the next inspiration comes through the movie, displaying another thing that might’ve happened to you or someone close to you someday, and so forth. A low pitched voice that tells you something you may already know, telling it in the “matter of fact” matter of fact, and then it goes.. and then it comes back again.. and then it goes.. Whoever described the moon as being ‘silver’ is definitely blind.. because the moon is WHITE!! Jeez! Silver moon, come ON! Amidst a vast city there are a lot of people u know! You know some and the others you don’t know, but there i

There is a great difference between a static web-page and a dynamic one. In static web pages you don't do anything but watch, or receive the information displayed on a certain form, and then you don't get to do anything with it, just view, store, and Bob's your uncle. On dynamic web-pages though, there are certain resources that you have - Very similar in nature to the ones on the static web page - that you can react with, give and take, provide information based on your understanding of what you could see on the rest of the content displayed. I could see in my own culture what I could call "Static Raising" of the offspring's in general, both the males who are supposed to be the leaders of the future, and the females who are supposed to be providers of the future leaders, but what actually happens is the effects of the "Static" form of providing information to the people who will start dealing with the givens of this life in the future, and the one

Whether direct or indirect, denial does exist. We as humans tend to face things on our way through our lives, or choose not to face them although we might think that they chose to face us, but in reality things come our way according to choices we have already made, based on influences we have subdued upon the different entities that brush by us as we move along. Hesitantly, we investigate. A foot forward and another backwards, some things push us in forward motion yet the fog is present ahead, and the stern is closed as there is no way back. The choice has been made so the resulting chunk of consequences is blocking the path of motion, that is, if we want it to. Some people say that we choose our own paths, and we CAN pick up what most people call obstacles, and turn them into challenged that help us and aid us to prove that a human being really does have a choice, and the Human being's choice is definitely to conquer! Not to conquer as to divide God's land for the aim of his

There were a number of people complaining from Muslims around the world, different cultured and different backgrounds, but all Muslims who are complaining from other Muslims around them. Complaining from what? Well.. If you are a Muslim with a certain profile then you know what I am talking about. Well, my answer was the following: here is just one reality we have to accept here.. The Majority of People (not just Muslims), are suffering from a number of mental and psychological discrepancies that make them act in certain ways that seem "not so acceptable" by those who are not suffering from those same discrepancies.. Literally, we cannot categorize people as such, because maybe WE are the ones who are not on the correct path and they are the ones who are right, who knows? Also, this IS the way people have been all throughout history: the Majority have a certain not so sophisticated way of thinking and/or feeling that makes them do things without too much thinking and/or feeli

Ask me about premonition, and I'll tell you a lot Talk to me about the sunny skies, though you live in a pot It is all your imagination, delusional on the spot At the end of the day your dreams are everything you've got! Let me tell you about a Duke, a tall dark handsome courageous able-bodied and able-minded young man who knows too much, yet could do little for the people of his own small shire, who are suffering from the lack of wits, power, wealth, and guidance. But now let us speak about the Duke himself, and the things flying around his head, his body, as well as the butterfly-like beings flowing through his insides in a swift yet not-so-gentle manner. Now let us close our eyes and take a step downwards, to switch the background scenery from the blue skies that are filled with cotton clouds, the green valleys and hills that extend to the end of sight, the small Grey city with all the human figures going back and forth, in and out of the small city, down to the colorless ta

New things, old things.. Just a couple of things or maybe nothing at all. As random as it can be some thoughts are better not said out loud, or moreover better not be thought about at all! There is this one thing that one could spend a lot of time doing, which is disconnection from an entanglement. Once you're into something that provides another thing that connects with you somehow, or provides you with a reasonable cause to survive, or maybe shallowly satisfies a psychological need inside yourself, once you are entangled it is so hard to disconnect, and it takes training and self-control to a very aggressive extent! So, there are two factors controlling and affecting such a thing, the first is History in such a thing, or training and experience to be more precise. The Second would be the amount of self-visibility available, or transparency between one and himself. If you know yourself well enough you will be able to understand why and how being so involved in a certain thing sati

Granted? Or is there a certain part that yet exists and does not deserve it? From the blessings of this life is the ability to open your heart out in words, spoken with ultimate respect to The One and only, Him who knows the number of cells in each speck of grass in Central Park, Hyde Park, and every other park and green field on the face of this poor planet. There are always different ways to ask for the same thing. Creative ways are most of the time more attractive, and one exerts effort trying to convey the idea of the 'thing' that is needed through them. Efforts for His sake are always highlighted, noticed, and never are overlooked, and that is one truth that looks me up the face every morning. Guidance and protection against evil are what the good hearts ask for. May we and our beloved ones be of those, Amen!

"..*Static*..Mayday, mayday.. we're taking multiple bandits.. over! we need backup, NOW!... *fading*" Yeah, fading, disappearing. In need for a change at a point near in the future. My readings are getting more accurate by the day, my head is generating more intelligence as time passes. My dreams are providing those invisible gestures that aid me through the various issues of my everyday life indeed. Then when it comes to defense against bandits the shield wears down, and visibility is deliberately limited. A cup of cappuccino, a cheese cake, afternoon sun outside, glass protecting us from the fierce sun outside, white shiny grounds of the vast space inside the glass, a smile and a look in the eye, followed by hard pounding in the chest. The climax of the look in the loving eye has a hand that grabs your heart as it happens. A look in THE eye is different than a look in the bandit's eye, specially when the eye has the air of strong spirituality around it, the one that

A small window of a certain sensation followed by a quick view upon an idea, and then a broad metallic armor of assurance has crossed my chest. What happened was the occurrence of Fear. For several days there was this fear taking over, causing my skin to shiver, and my hair to stand every now and then. Fear is the opposite of being happy and that's just the beginning. Fear is essential for the human life, but an overdose could be utterly devastating. I was actually somewhere else when the sensation crossed my body starting from my eyes and ending at my heart. I was driving on the messy highway under a cloudy sky at evening time. A colleague of mine was in the passenger's seat, sleeping, while I was trying my best to stay alert and evade the acrobatics being made by trucks and micro-buses all around me, causing the highway to be something really close to a flea circus, but that's not our issue now. The clouds were all above me, but the horizon was cloud-free. There was a chi

Good morning sunshine! Its 6am in the morning and I'm all dressed up ready to get to work, having my morning coffee and some salted bread ready for a new day that I pray to God is a useful day filled with the least possible sins. Now a few minutes ago I was having a thought that just made me rethink some of my previous assumptions about a certain type of people, one that will make me have a good long halt before hypothetically throwing judgments upon people ever again. Two weeks ago I was at the club, with my folks and my sister and her small family, and while there we saw another family that was formed of two Bearded fathers, one of them with the sort of Pakistani Uniform, niqabi sisters, some kids, and two niqabi girls that can't exceed 13 years old by any means. I frowned, grimaced, and didn't feel comfortable at all with the idea of putting my two baby girls inside a niqab. They were on the swing playing like any other baby girl, but there's no way to tell whether t

Is it that I'm trying to do? Why and what do I think it could lead to? Ever ask yourself that question? Well the thing is that you must ask yourself that question all the time. We do stupid things, we have high hopes sometimes, or a sort of dream that we think may be granted but later on get devastated when it doesn't happen, etcetera etcetera. I think one of the strongest indicators of what to happen afterwards, or an indicator for the consequences of things we do lies in the answer to the above question. Are we answering based on an assumption? or are we answering based on things that are closer to facts than fiction? Are we mature enough to be answering or do we need help in getting our answers? The thing is that the more we think we don't need advice the more severe the consequences become, and at the same time the more advice we get the more confused we become! How about that?! Situations that keep on swinging between North and South without stopping could be a real pa

What sort of difference can a hug do? A hug between brothers, or between sisters, is like one of the purest forms of joy on this planet. Yesterday I had a very moving dream. I dreamt of Mohamed AbouTreika - no laughs please - and i hugged him and wept a lot! He was as smiling as always, with that pure innocent face, and man did I take his spiritual fingerprint, sure I did, but why him and why crying? That was something to keep my mind busy for the rest of the day. He simply - at least for me and some 50 Million other Egyptians - gives us a very trustworthy role model. He is modest, skilled, lovable, humble, religious, ethical, and brings smiles to his people. He makes us happy, and his clear spirit shows on his face and in the interviews he appears on. He is simply someone you would like to have as a brother. The way he always refers to his teammates whenever he is being praised just makes you think how good that person really is. The way he ALWAYS makes sujood immediately after his t

A feeling of longing for an old road that was followed and feels too familiar, as one misses it but discarded it sometime earlier in a past. That past acts as a book, to learn from and criticize, like watching a small child carry on with his deeds, and you, unable to alter what he does, only act as an observer, with so little to do, and so much to know. Roads cross as there are Billions and Billions of them. One might be amazed with how people's roads cross here and there, and feels more amazed when thinks "why?".. When calm music goes through your ears as you are riding on a bus, watching the streets, a creative part of your brain wants to write about that, sing about that, sigh about that, and moreover wishes to share that, with someone going the same road, having the same impulse, be it a desert road or a rosy one, be it a bumpy ride or a really smooth one.. It just needs to be shared.. So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you te

A Black Diamond In a sense could be too beautiful for one to takes his eyes off! Imagine a diamond with all its beauty, not only that but its black, a shiny attractive small stone that instead of reflecting light it only absorbs it, keeping it selfishly, in a way.. In other ways, it could resemble the sinful attraction, or the attraction of sin.. My hands are freezing while typing right now, yet still I can't stop myself. There is something in the air that I don't know what it is, this thing could most likely be the spirit of a Black Diamond, eh? Ok now I REALLY sound way out of my mind, right? Can't say for sure, but I know that I'm not hearing voices, nor sure that someone is always there watching form over my shoulder, not I'm running down the street rest assured that someone is running after me.. no! All I know is a part of the truth that's not leaving my head intact, because at some stage my head has a direction, my body has a direction, and my heart has a

Drums of war are a warning that a war is about to begin? or maybe that a legion is about to strike. I've come to think lately of my dreams as indications of my internal status and my spiritual satisfaction, and whether I'm taking a good path or a rotten one. Also I've come to think of dreams as choice providers, specially when there is an issue that you've prayed istikhara for and going along with it but you don't know yet whether this is good for you or not! An indicator they say is a dream about the issue that shows you whether it rings any alarms or is it a good thing, and you still have your choice. You may choose not to take it even if it is shown as a good thing for you, that's called free will, and everything happens according to a Divine plan I believe. I don't like it when all of my dreams happen at night, at night inside the dream I mean. I love the dreams that happen in the morning light, specially if it is raining - like yesterday night. Last nig

The truth be told, The truth be told I'm worried about the future holds, the future holds I'm starting to worry about Ray! Can't seem to get the lyrics out of my mind, especially the first two lines of it. Not to mention the fact that the tune of the song is endlessly circulating in my head like a mosquito locked in there, waiting to be killed by the pesticide of sleep, or to be replaced by another tune as powerful to the current state of mind. *whispers: which is not so pretty you know!* Is it me or is it that everyone I meet has eyes filled with endless unanswered questions about the future, with a touch of humiliation and worry. In arabic we call it "nafs maksoora", a broken self! Everybody is depressed, and everybody is complaining. No matter how much you have you won't be happy, that's the verdict of life in here right now. Everyone with enough wit wishes to get out of here, and less than 30% of those who ar

A black tender scarf over soft light skin. A black weightless cloak moving along, creating a cool breeze of air as it traverses the clean artificial air of the room. A small figure with thin little fingers emerging from the black sleeve, showing a clean palm well-taken care of, with the knuckles barely visible in a hand that is busy treating the colorful papers used to provide entertainment for them little ones. Elegantly yet shyly walks through the vast hyper store to bring groceries for cooking, the small hands push the cart around while the thin yet round face switches directions from shelf to shelf searching for the low-fat milk here, or the margarine there, maybe a can of sweet peas and a pack of basmati rice. Her steps upon the white shiny grounds of the store are barely audible, with the small white and blue sneakers moving in a mechanical hasty manner to cover longer distances given her relatively small build. You could almost listen a tap tap tap tap.. Paper bags cover her exi

The power of them words. One can do a lot of change through his use of words indeed! Pushing buttons, pulling legs, boosting self-esteem, providing love and support, a lot of positive things that can be done through the correct use of words. Amazingly the Khatib today was talking about this same fact. If you are in the street and you wish to make a change, see what the people are talking about in order to understand them. With the correct understanding and the efficient use of words you could hopefully be a positive part of society. But that's not what I want to banter about, I have other issues tonight! Being sentimental these days is not so healthy, in this world of devastating conflicts, where one can hardly ever live in peace without being harmed and without harming anyone. Turbulences don't have mercy on many souls, and fights have to be faught all the time, some visible fights and other invisible ones. Sometimes one even fight during his sleep, and the reason? Conflicts!

A Part of me (allow me to talk about myself for a while, instead of talking about my genius plans to save humanity from itself) LOVES recognition, and another part detests it completely. Are you having the same thing? When listening to and/or reading words of praise, thanks, congratulations for a good job, or any other means of showing care and admiration for myself, I happen to get this funny (peculiar) feeling that I want to run and hide, but at the same time fly up high in the sky with a suit and a tie.. Oh my my my! Yeah no human being hates to be recognized, yet the part that feels happy once recognition is gained should be asked a direct and blunt question: "So what? What's next?". I mean, you have what you've been seeking, people start telling you how witty or pretty or funny you are, and most probably as a human being you were showing how witty-pretty-funny you are even if you don't mean to exaggerate or show off the attributes of your personality. What ha

Our Messenger Peace and Blessings be Upon him has told us not to speak to people with what they do not understand, or else they might be led astray with our words. An aristocrat can't give a lesson about success in life to a bunch of factory technicians who could barely keep a loaf of bread at their table every night after a tiring10-hour workday, that just doesn't work, because no matter what the Aristocrat views the version of success that those guys can't reach, or at least 99% of them can't reach, simply because there isn't almost one thing in common between them both except that they will die and kneel in front of the Creator for judgment. And that in itself is a scary thought.. So where is the taqwa? Just a mere thought amidst the mist of life! Anyway, we are gathered here today to speak about the invisible. Can't recall that I have spoken about the invisible things I feel pushing and pulling on some strings that I didn't know exist inside my own exist