A story? No, just an incident

"..*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...

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...

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 ...