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[26 Sep 2012 | Comments Off on الزمن غدار والحكمة تقول .. | 0 views]



الدنيا تلاهي

شغل
سفر
تفاصيل الحياة اليومية العادية

وطبعًا ألحين تويتر
وانستجرام

وحريم السلطان
;)

نغوص بهالحياة
وننشغل
وننسى نفسنا


وفجأة
اليوم الصبح وقبل لا يروح الدوام
يسألني أكس
انتي ليلحين عندج بلوق


اي موجود، بس من زمان ما أدري عنه


انزين سكريه عيل، ماله داعي يظل موجود وتفاصيل حياتنا معروضة للكل.. يالله أنا ماشي ألحين

حافظك الله

أوصله للباب وأروح دايركت على اللاب توب
صاج ماله داعي يظل البلوق،، أصلا صار لي فترة ما أدري عنه



وأدخل على المدونة



ويهزني الحنين

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حياتي كلها موجودة هني

مواقف مهمة صارت لي
مشاعري
أحاسيسي
مصبوبة بين هذه السطور

أتنقل بين البوستات المكتوبة
وأتذكر
وأبتسم


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ومنو يقول راحوا الطيبين
الطيبين ما زالوا موجودين
والدليل الدعم اللا محدود منكم لي

تعليقات تشجيع ومؤازرة منكم
لانسانة ما تعرفونها شخصيا
لكنكم استقطعتم من وقتكم دقايق ثمينة
عشان تكتبون فيها وتساندوني

لكل شخص منكم
تحية حب و تقدير
وعسى الله لا يخليكم من أحبابكم

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And to continue my last post:


صدمة

اش راح أسوي؟
إش راح أسوي؟

صرت أحوس بالصالة
أحاول أفكر
بس صوت قلبي مشوش على مخي

رفعت السماعة ودقيت على أقرب وحدة لي من الشلة ياها
هلا غدير اشلونج شاخبارج

هلااااا جليتر ،، هلا ومسهلا ،، أنا بخير حبيبتي نسأل عنج ،، انتوا كلكم اشلونكم وشاخباركم

والله كلنا بخير والحمدلله.. اشلون البنات؟ وشنو خبرج بفلانة؟

تسكت شوي
اااامم والله مالي خبر عن فلانة،، وبصراحة صايرة ما أحب سيرتها

ليش؟؟ اش صاير؟؟

ترد
شوفي يا جليتر، البنت مو هي اللي نعرفها، قالت لي عن كم موقف صار معاها وبصراحة كشَيت، حاولت أكلمها أنصحها، لكن عمك أصمخ، ليما بدا الحجي يطلع عليها ويزيد لدرجة إني فضلت أبتعد،، وبليز مابي أقول أكثر وعسى الله يستر على الجميع

 أسكت

وتحس فيني

جليتر شفيج؟

أرد
غدير،، لازم أشوفج وأقعد معاج

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ونلتقي

وأقول لها عن المسج

وتخترع

وصيتها لي كانت
أتجاهل الموضوع تماما

ولا أفتحه مع اكس

ليما تموت السالفة

دام ما همَه المسج
وعطاها بلوك

مردها راح تمل منه
وتدوَر غيره

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وهذا اللي أنا سويته
تجاهلت الموضوع
وتجاهلتها

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وتمر الأيام
والشهور

وكل ما أتذكر هالسالفة

ارد وأقول مو معقول

ما تسوي فيني جذيه

يمكن كانت غلطانة
واحنا فهمناها غلط

مو معقول
مو معقول


 

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[24 Sep 2012 | Comments Off on a roar and a whisper… | 0 views]

The sound of the waves kissing the shore never failed to mesmerise her.  There was something so musical about it, sbout the way it roared and whispered and roared again.  She could literally lay there and listen to it for hours and hours at e…

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[16 Sep 2012 | Comments Off on Part 24 : And It All Came Crashing Down. | 0 views]

Previously on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen…..They got out of the car , entered the building and went straight to the elevator . Mohammed pressed the elevator door to floor no. 9 . As the elevator music played some weird piano tune , Nayla was complete…

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[15 Sep 2012 | Comments Off on Meant to Be (part 46) | 0 views]

I know I have no excuse to keep you waiting hal kither bas I needed the break Im not sure when I’ll post next.. second year medicine is not exactly a piece of cake.. im sorry again.. ________________________________

—– Shai5a One thing I hate about myself is that I am completely clueless when it comes to the streets of Kuwait. “Where are we going?” I complained as I tried to figure out where we were exactly. “I didn’t even blindfold you baby and you can’t figure it out” He laughed as a furrowed my eyebrows trying to focus. “stop calling me baby” I replied. “But you are my baby” he said innocently. “But I’m not a baby.. so you can choose another word to express your love” I insisted. “I’ll think about it baby” he smiled at me. I rolled my eyes, smiling in spite of myself. “Just tell me where we are now and I’ll figure out where we are going” I said. “not a chance..” He winked. And the rest of the car ride consisted of the same thing of the same scenario being played over and over again. I realized that he took us to their mazra3a when he parked there, because I am in fact that clueless. “you could’ve just told me you know..” I said as he got out of the car. “But then I’d miss out on the pleasure of annoying you..” He chuckled as he opened my door. “whatever..” I couldn’t help but smile as I tried to get out of the car but he pushed me back in. “I have things planned in a certain way..” He said mischievously. “Shno ya3ny?” I pretended to be annoyed. “Ya3ny.. awal shay you have to wear this..” he said as he gave me a scarf. “You’re so weird” I rolled my eyes as I wrapped the scarf around my neck. “That’s not really what I had in mind..” he replied as he pulled the scarf gently bringing me closer to him. After a quick peck on the lips, he blindfolded me with the scarf. “M7ammad maby” I tried to get it off but he already had my hands secured with one of his as he carried me and kicked the car’s door closed. “This is so not fair” I pouted. “You pouting isn’t fair… because I’ll have to postpone everything I had in mind and kiss you right now.. and it won’t be a quick one this time..” He said and he let his lips linger on mine a little longer than last time until I was smiling instead of pouting. “Aren’t you going to tell me what you’re going to do?” I complained again. He ignored me and continued walking until he dropped me on what I assumed what bed. I took the opportunity to remove the blindfold and look around. I was in his sister’s room, and nothing looked abnormal. He left the room and locked the door behind him before I had the chance to say anything else. Giving up, I lay down on the bed waiting for him to come back. After almost 10 minutes he came back smiling. —– M7ammad “ha jahza?” I said beaming at her. “not until you tell me what you have in mind” she replied. “that’s my cue then..” I said as I picked her up and made my way outside. “this is so not fair” she struggled to get out of my grip. “I’ll let you carry me next time if it makes you feel better baby” I laughed at her. She glared at me but kept quiet. I hugged her tightly.. making sure her face was buried in my chest 3ashan ma tshoof anything yet. Once we got to the table, I let her go and placed her on the chair as I kissed her forehead. I looked at her as she took in the scene. Her eyes widened and she gaped. “M7ammad..” She said softly, not looking at me. “3yoon m7ammad..” I replied as I sat down next to her. “I love you..” She said, tears beginning to rim her beautiful eyelashes. Her eyes sparkling, her nose getting red, still gaping at the scene. I think I’ve seen my fair share of beautiful women around the world, but in this moment, I knew that she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I had a feeling that I will be thinking that for a very long time. __________________________ I hope you enjoyed..

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[14 Sep 2012 | Comments Off on "I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will live as one" | 0 views]

Normally the person who is most commonly bullied in high school is the nerd in the glasses who always gets the straight A’s. Right? Well, imagine being that nerd, but a Muslim version with a head-scarf on. Now to add to that, imagine coming from a poor household. And to add even more, imagine having an awesome older brother who is considered “cool.” He is so mischievous, which makes everybody love him (except for the teachers, of course!) and somehow he manages to get away with hiding how little material things he has. What helps him as well is that as a Muslim boy he doesn’t have a head scarf on his head, and so he isn’t labeled negatively as soon as he is in sight (which makes you jealous as hell). 
Let’s recite the labels one more time; Muslim, Nerd, Female, Poor. Has the label “Muslim” always been used negatively? Well, of course not. But let’s also add that you are in a high school in Leeds, London, at around the 11th of September, 2001. Oh, and that the above mentioned labels cause you to be extra nervous around anybody who talks to you, and shy as fucking hell. As an ignorant child who has no idea what 9/11 is all about and fresh out of Primary School you are asked a serious question during your first week attending a new high school. This question came along because your father has been putting off buying you appropriate gym attire causing your gym teacher to seat you on the girls Period Bench during P.E. class. Anyway, lets go on to imagine that there is another girl sitting next to you (who was actually on her period), and this “cool” girl (or so you thought), asks you what you think of 9/11, and in the heat of the moment you are in desperate need for approval and acceptance, you fall back on humor, and your automatic response is, “I thought it was funny.”
See, you have no idea what 9/11 is about, or why the girl asking the question seemed to want insight on 9/11 from you, of all people! 
Okay, enough imagining. I was the dumb kid who said that dumb comment. Yeah, yeah, we love America, how dare you? Whatever. I was 11 at the time, so: suck it? Fucking off is also an option. Yay hostility! Grr.
Anyways, why did I just tell you to imagine all that? Because, fuck you, that’s why.
Okay, not really. 
I told you to imagine all that because no matter what I say, you will not understand the depth of what it is like to be a person kept in the dark about all the “bad” that is going on, to be treated like you don’t even deserve the time it takes for a simple explanation about what the fuck is going on in the world, causing you to make dumb comments to make up for your lack of knowledge.
Today I read this post by a fellow blogger named Prebed, and I found it pretty interesting. Her aim was to shed light upon classism and sexism in the Middle East (at least, that’s what I understood).

I’m a very big fan of displaying blunt definitions before I begin a post (or a rant), because they’re clear and down to the point. Today i’m breaking all the rules and my definition is mid-post. (Oh, yeah!) So, what’s my definition of the day? Well, I have two:
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classism |ˈklasˌizəm|
noun
prejudice against or in favor of people belonging to a particular social class.

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sexism |ˈsekˌsizəm|
noun
prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination, typically against women, on the basis of sex.
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After my family came back to Kuwait I ended up in one of those private schools (because of my terrible Arabic reading/speaking skills) and most of the people I was around daily were a part of the “wealthy” class in Kuwait. How did that make me feel, you ask?

Like a shit. Literally, a piece of shit. 

Ever since the above mentioned situation happened I have hated being kept in the dark, and I would hate to keep anybody in the dark. Some people want new insight on certain topics but, maybe they don’t know where to look? So, here’s my two cents.

I’m a big fan of hypothetical situations, so for arguments sake let’s say we were planning a road trip for a year, we will head to all of the Gulf states one by one and this road trip should enlighten us and show us how the rest of us are living in depth without that usual televised bullshit.

What are the similarities we will find? First and foremost, religion. And second, inequality.

Why do I say inequality without stating which type? Because there are many types that will be found. And why do I stop at inequality without listing more common attributes that most Gulf States may have? Because if inequality is prevalent in our societies, nothing else matters.

Sexism, whether a biased attitude towards men or women is found in our everyday life. Why can’t women in Saudi Arabia drive? Why does the man pay the woman a dowry in order to be allowed to marry her? Aren’t inequalities towards both genders?

Classism, oh classism how prevalent are you in the Gulf Region?
Have you ever stopped to think of why some people are more wealthy than others? Some will say because the less wealthy are lazy, and the wealthy work hard *cough*fuckyou*cough*. If you are coming here with that bullshit, then please don’t even bother reading the rest of this post. I can’t speak for other Gulf countries but I can speak for what I see in Kuwait. Does a Bedoon have the same opportunities at getting wealthy as a Kuwaiti? If your answer is yes, then you’re either delusional or crazy.

So, here are a few questions:

Why can we stick up for the people who don’t need us, but can’t fight with the oppressed? Why is the truth invisible to most? Why do people never accept that there are others who are less privileged, and that the less privileged need to be fought for? How have people become so self interested, that if their own personal gain isn’t involved, they won’t lift a finger?

As a soon-to-be teacher I believe that educating people will cause them to open their eyes to see the world they live in clearly, but how long will that take? If we sit down and wait for the upcoming generations to rise and make a change, aren’t we just plain lazy? Instead of putting our energy in educating them, why don’t we invest it in being the change we want to see in the world (totally stole that from Gandhi, btw). Are you all happy with classism? The ruling class? The Bedoon? What will happen once privatisation takes over? I’ll tell you what will happen, the middle-class will perish and there will be the extremely rich, and the extremely poor. What will your life be like if you are part of the rich class, driving your luxury cars while people can’t afford food and shelter? Will you truly enjoy all your possessions? If you are now part of the extremely wealthy, can you honestly say you don’t care whether your fur jacket costs more than feeding a family for a year?

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[12 Sep 2012 | Comments Off on 6alal (24) | 0 views]

Aloha!ta2akhrt? adri ;p i got really busy sorry..Enjoy!P.S. i didn’t review! w the post is quite long :p …Previouslythey kept arguing until the movie was finally over6alal: anaa yii3333tttt! Maki? Dalal: Yallaahthey walked until they reache…

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[4 Sep 2012 | Comments Off on Mandisa- Good Morning ft. Tobymac | 0 views]

I LOVE this song!!!It makes me want to get up and start dancing!!!

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[3 Sep 2012 | Comments Off on Wadjda | 0 views]

Wadjda is a new film presented at the Venice International Film Festival. It is a film directed by Saudi Arabian …

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