My Chaos

Documentation

2009-11-29T00:22:00.000+03:00

Today… out of boredom and in one of those “need to organize something” moments, I decided to organize all the things in my room and get rid of everything that lost its meaning or use in my life.
I am not a “keep it for memory” kind of a person, the only things I keep are my scrap books and even these are thrown away in the trash more often when they bring bad memories or remind me of bad state of mind ,better to say self loathing and confusion… I find it pathetic to keep those things that provoke memories but apparently, that’s what I do.

today I found things I didn’t know they exist, pieces of papers which has poems which I’ve written 8 years ago, I used to write to newspapers and get so excited when they publish them, letters from my penpal Shayma from Iraq, we met through kids magazine “mijalet majed” which I used to read till I was 13, last letter I received from her was in 2000, she was telling me about her failing to go to medical school but she started her uni in Biological studies, I wonder what happened to her, did she survive the war? Did she finish her studies? Did she leave Iraq?.

I found photos of a school trip in the 8th grade, photos of friends who I have no idea where they are. I have 2 friends who we’ve been together since we were in the kindergarten, went to same school till highschool when we went to different schools. However, we kept our friendship, one of them has travelled to UK and is working there now, the other is married to a horrible doctor and has a gorgeous child, we used to make plans to run a way and live in the cherry castle… but we never did. I think we all are living in our own cherry castles in our own ways… I miss making plans with them.

Another thing I found and was shocking to me, 7 pages of anger, I wrote these when war started in Iraq and it’s full of anger and disgust, I remember those days clearly, I remember the smell of salad, my homework I was doing on that day, when Bagdad was invaded. How I am used to it now, to the idea of fatalities, to the idea of human corruption, how cold I’ve grown to become me!
I kept searching finding subway tickets when I was in London, something I’ve written when I was drunk for the first time in my life (2005), plans, lots of written plans, my worries and hopes, photos and post cards.

Why did I need to keep all of these, why did I felt the need to document all those memories, why did I feel weird and irritated to go through them? Why does it feel that I failed in something every time I go through memories? Why does it feel that I gave up on something every time I try to open my scrapbooks, hell… why do I keep a scrapbook in the first place?

Children and Rights

2009-11-23T16:46:00.005+03:00

According to the Syrian Arab Republic UN Development Assistance Framework, It is estimated that up to 26% of children in poor urban families are working.Child labor is one of the worst violations of child rights, and the most vulnerable to exploitation.

Additional to Syrian child labor, there are a growing number of Iraqi children who have been reported to drop-school and work in restaurants, factories, hotels and as domestic workers for girls for as little as 200 S.P or less per week. In such work places, children are forced to forget all about childhood, all about the "rights" convention that everybody is celebrating, and are being subjects for violent, harrasment and trauma.

Happy 20th Anniversary for signing the Convention on the Rights of the Child (CRC)!

UNICEF - Convention on the Rights of the Child - Using the Convention and Protocols for children

2009-11-23T16:01:00.002+03:00

UNICEF - Convention on the Rights of the Child - Using the Convention and Protocols for children

International human rights instruments such as the Convention on the Rights of the Child and its Optional Protocols are negotiated among United Nations Member States and are legally binding on the individual States that become parties to the instrument. There are two ways for a State to become a party: by signature and ratification or by accession.
In ratifying the Convention or an Optional Protocol, a State accepts an obligation to respect, protect, promote and fulfil the enumerated rights—including by adopting or changing laws and policies that implement the provisions of the Convention or Protocol.
The Convention places equal emphasis on all of the rights for children. There is no such thing as a 'small' right and no hierarchy of human rights. These rights are indivisible and interrelated, with a focus on the child as a whole. Governmental decisions with regard to any one right must be made in the light of all the other rights in the Convention.
Governments that ratify the Convention or one of its Optional Protocols must report to the Committee on the Rights of the Child, the body of experts charged with monitoring States' implementation of the Convention and Optional Protocols. These reports outline the situation of children in the country and explain the measures taken by the State to realize their rights. In its reviews of States’ reports, the Committee urges all levels of government to use the Convention as a guide in policymaking and implementation. And because the protection of human rights is by nature a permanent and endless process, there is always room for improvement.

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Friday

2009-11-20T21:12:00.000+03:00

Do you know these moments, when lying in bed late Friday morning, when after long hour of thinking about how dissatisfying your life is to you? And out of a sudden, you tell yourself to suck it up, and jump out of your bed to meet your friends over a cup of coffee and a sum of Blah blah blah conversations?

Friday has been always a day of emptiness to me; whatever I try to do; whomever I try to meet, it has always been a freaking Friday to me, but this Friday, by all means...was the worst.

From Sunday till Thursday I try to go on with life, 9 hrs of work, hang out with friends, try to get myself busy with all types of whatever activities are happening in evenings; I get home late, talk to mum, watch news, tired and empty I go to bed, think of work, put lists, write reports, read reports till I am sleeping, dreamless, feelingless I wake up, and off to another day.

I got my dream job not long ago, good position in an international NGO, doing interesting things but being sucked into the system. when I realize myself in the little moments of silence, I have those moments of little revolution which usually never survives the day. and I go on...
I love my job, don't get me wrong... I'm gaining loads of experice every day, but the passion that I've lost keeps kicking and screaming every now and then, and mostly...on Fridays.

On Fridays, I realize the emptyness, I lose the ability to resist being there all alone, try to regain what's left of passion, what's left to me... of me, things have became pretty ugly and meaningless lately, and I wont be surprised if blogging will be too much for my uninspired brain, as I quit on many things before, as I quit on love and desires, as I quit on all my childesh dreams, as I am growing up... it doesn't feel like me any more.

Sadly, I have been sucked to the machine, I am dreamless and unhappy, uninspired and still confused. I feel betrayed by my own desire to get in touch with my feelings, to understand the constant dissatisfaction and to gain all meanings back.

When God quit

2009-11-09T11:14:00.005+03:00

In one cloudy morning, people around the world woke up on the holiest voice ever, the voice said:
“Dear sons and daughters, gather all, I have something to say”
So, people dropped their coffees, children dropped their school bags, even policemen in white or blue or what ever color they’re wearing stopped waving with their hands and looked up.
Then, the voice said:
“look, I created you all, and now things went out of control, so, I will go and leave you guys alone, deal with your mess and don’t leave any thing hanging for my justice or for my permission or will, no hell, no heaven, no rules, create your own morals, I need to go away and try to find a new universe to create. So, from now on, deal with all the mess and I am quitting…!”
And the voice disappeared with the sweetest holiest music ever.

What would we do now?

How about taking care of the world we fucked up by all means?
Or maybe… just maybe... actually do something about what’s happening in Palestine rather than waiting for God’s will or for when our prayers will be answered?!
Or…or how about this, we actually THINK about morals, about laws, about logic about justice rather than do what we've been told to?
Next time, when we help someone, we will be happy and satisfied because we did the right thing, not because we'd be immortals in heave?!. How about that?!

But you know what?
You know what we'd do?

We would create yet another God…

Things are slow at work today.
Cheers all!

*with all respect to all religions, believers and non-believers.

Bethlehem University Student taken to Gaza against her will

2009-11-04T16:14:00.002+03:00

Earlier on 28th oct, Berlanty Azzam, a 4th year student enrolled at Bethlehem University, majoring in Business Administration with a minor in Translation, was arrested at a check point and was deported to Gaza denying her her right to learn.

According to Bethlehem University, on Wednesday night 28th Oc at 11:00pm the Israeli military loaded Berlanty into a military jeep blindfolded and handcuffed and moved her from Bethlehem to Gaza against her will.

Bethlehem University

Ethics

2009-11-01T16:55:00.001+03:00

"I do not believe in immortality of the individual, and I consider ethics to be an exclusively human concern with no superhuman authority behind it. "

Albert Einstein

Blogging week against the inferior looks to stray cats -أسبوع التدوين ضد النظرات الدونية للقطط الشاردة

2009-09-15T01:23:00.003+03:00

Launched by Abufares, the new blogging week is spreading creatively and brilliantly among fellow Anglo bloggers. As I am going through a create-less uninspiring week, all I can think of lately is the way we “Humans” who are so selfish, egotistic and insecure look down at straight cats.

Cats do have feelings and they do have dreams, ambitions, fears, maybe different from ours but that doesn’t make them less significant. That is something we must consider whenever we pass by a cat.

Once, I was heading to work, feeling so sick and was having a severe headache... in a desperate move I pushed my hand into my big bag trying to reach my mini-pharmacy in hope to make the pain go away, a cat was looking at me with an attitude, I didn’t pay much attention to him/her and I just walked passed him/her. She walked beside me for a minute and then stopped. She gave me a sympathetic look that I’ll never ever forget.

Cats do have personalities, so, whenever you are passing by them don’t underestimate their existence and don’t you ever think that your existence is more important than theirs; I don’t care about your reasons or logic. Cats deserve the look of respect.

That is one thing. Something else that really annoys me is when people use the word “animal” in order to show anger or irritation toward someone. That is so unfair to animals.

Let’s take those assholes for example; do you really think that calling them animals is fair to animals? Animals will never be so stupid and arrogant, call those assholes, jerks, idiots, fucked up – sick- robots –that might be a bit unfair to robots too- but anyway, do not call them animals.

Animals and cats precisely deserve our respect for minding their own business and for their struggling to exist without trying to end other’s existence, if only we can learn from these morals...

Peace of Mind

2009-09-12T18:08:00.001+03:00

هل لديك الصبر لتنتظر؟
حتى يستقر الوحل و يصفو الماء؟
هل يمكنك أن تظل بلا حراك؟

This feeling of silence, as holly as his smile and as quiet as the corner stone which is smiling boldly at all passing creatures...
I walk along the wall, covered with jasmine yet to be born, traffic lights change within restricted colours, and I breathe all the dust in and all the heat.
Car lights suck in all the colours of a dying summer.
I’m so damn stable and settled down, my brain is senseless and so is the noise.
I try to sleep but fail to close an eye
I try to feel but feelings are blocked outside
Peace, ugly peace, silent peace of mind, damn peace of mind..

Waiting for this ugly phase to pass, I am creating new ways to tie my shoes got new colorful ties for all my old converses, listening to PF and waiting...

In Control

2009-08-28T17:03:00.000+03:00

It just sounds meaningless, standing from the above observing, all those feelings of joy and despair. We all are made of dreams, fragile and yet extremely powerful. I am a God and so you are and so is everyone passing by, we are Gods trying to understand and trying desperately to be understood, to be heard and to just ... be in control.

Today I was standing on a high cliff, enjoying a spectacular view of the city, and just then and for a moment; I felt an urge to jump. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wanna commit suicide, not in my future plans anyway, but this... this mixed feeling of fear and courage, fear of fatality yet the strong powerful urge to be in control of my own existence, of my being and the world around.

On my way back home, a man-taxi-driver wanted to pass my car, there was no way I’m gonna let him do it. He had no right to do that in a crowded narrow street while we both are equally driving on the same speed. He was furious, he shouted things about women and driving, I couldn’t hear him very well, my window was closed and Oasis were loud enough to stop the noise from the outside. That taxi driver was in need to control, to rule in his world which he thought he owned, a sick “male- domination” world, where he can controls easily for the merely privilege of having testosterone running with his blood.

Salma, a 30 years old girl diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy since she was 2 years old, she is a patient at the homecare, she’s lived there since then and with the lack of awareness, resources and care toward such cases, she was never educated or experienced the life out there, outside the homecare walls. She stays in that room with 4 other children and watches T.V all day long. Salma has learned more than anyone expected from her to learn. When someone stops by her bed, he must lower his voice because “Loloo” her daughter – a toy made of fabric” is sleeping next to her. She’s creating her own world where she’s in a total control. She is a gorgeous mother with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.

Somer, a 12 years old, Iraqi refugee child, never been in School since he fled Iraq 5 years ago, he collected 75 S.P to buy a red pen and a note book, he wants to write his diaries, wanting to be in control of the past as he is incapable of being in control his future.

Sarah, a friend of mine, since she bought her new camera, never spent an evening at home, she loves taking photos of her daily life routine, capturing the moment, controlling time.

We all have our own tiny ways of keeping in control, for things that mean to us. We all are Gods in so many different ways. We created religions, systems, dreams, fears and memories... and we keep building and keep destroying.

ملاحظة هامشية بلا أهمية

2009-08-22T14:04:00.004+03:00

لما بتمشي بأي بلد, بأي شارع, بأي حارة بتلاحظ شي

كلما علت أصوات تلفزيوناتهن....انخفضت اصواتهن

ووين صواتهن

راحت صواتن

I Heart Graffiti

2009-07-31T15:33:00.005+03:00

Banksy

The Group Marriage charity!

2009-07-28T01:59:00.003+03:00

"وتهدف الجمعية إلى مساعدة الشباب والشابات على الزواج وعلى تحصين أنفسهم وهي تعي تماماً ما يتعرض له جيل الشباب من ضغوط مادية تنعكس على وضعهم النفسي والفكري كما أن انتشار البطالة وقلة فرص العمل وارتفاع أسعار السكن وغلاء المهور وانتشار الفاحشة وغيرها من المشكلات هي إحدى الأسباب لتأسيس الجمعية أيضاً والذي يعتمد عملها الرئيسي على المحسنين الذين يقدمون التبرعات. "

Dear “blessed” people helping our youth to have sex under the approval of your standards, while Chastising the “youth” and giving them the chance to "fortify" themselves and to avoid the act of forbidden love by dragging them into a life of early social and economical burden in which they are not prepared for... Do Syria a favour and include a lot of condoms and safe sex advice with other household stuff you distribute for the newlyweds!

Nietzsche with a Nightly coffee

2009-07-20T02:19:00.003+03:00

'To the clean are all things clean' — thus say the people. I, however, say unto you: To the swine all things become swinish! Therefore preach the visionaries and bowed-heads (whose hearts are also bowed down): 'The world itself is a filthy monster.' For these are all unclean spirits; especially those, however, who have no peace or rest, unless they see the world FROM THE BACKSIDE — the backworldsmen! TO THOSE do I say it to the face, although it sound unpleasantly: the world resembleth man, in that it hath a backside, — SO MUCH is true! There is in the world much filth: SO MUCH is true! But the world itself is not therefore a filthy monster!

Friedrich Nietzsche

Dishonored...

2009-07-02T03:52:00.006+03:00

Syrian President Mr. Bashar al-Assad issued today an announcement provides a legislative amendment to the Article number 548 of the Syrian Penal Code which gives justifications to murders against women in the name of honour.

Text of the decree:

“Issued by President Bashar al-Assad today, Legislative Decree No. (37)- 2009 to abolish the article / 548 / of the Penal Code and replace it with another text of the decree is as follows:

Syrian Arab Republic Legislative Decree No. (37) President of the Republic Based on the provisions of the Constitution Draw the following: Article 1 - delete the article (548) of the Penal Code and replace it with the following:” He who catches his wife or one of his ascendants, descendants or sister committing adultery or illegitimate sexual acts with another and he killed or injured one or both of them benefits from an mitigating of penalty that has a minimum sentence of two years imprisonment for murder."

The old text of Article 548 stated that:

"He who catches his wife or one of his ascendants, descendants or sister committing adultery or illegitimate sexual acts with another and he killed or injured one or both of them benefits from an exemption of penalty."

This isn't a detailed information about the "new" article, I am not writing to spread the news, I am writing to state what I have to say about it, the shame and the disapointment ...

Not much of a change…! Murders committed against women in the name of “honor” are still considered less of an offensive act, are still excused, and are still JUSTIFIED.

"DisHonor" crimes justification laws must be abolished, with no replacement. Not only for the sake of justice, not for the sake of revenge, but for the sake of reduction.

I am not happy, not even slightly relieved. I feel more bitter. at least the article 548 was put tens of years ago. the modified version is issued today and it still justifies killing and it still says that any Syrian girl is a less- human and a less-citizen and a possible future victim of a murder by the blessing of laws!

For them

2009-06-30T01:13:00.004+03:00

Here I sit… hands on the keyboard are perfectly placed, radiohead to set the rhythm of my heartbeats, caffeine to set the mood right and to try to stop me from using the ”F” word that I usually feel like writing an “F” song for such moments.

generally, when I feel in such hollow anger and pain that goes beyond freaking my friends out, I do some painting, a childish healing procedure and then occasionally blog a bout it but … I just don’t feel that I wanna be bothered to think about what’s bothering me at the first place… not again. Plus, a friend of mine told me recently that this blog is like an angry Psycho’s blog. Well, let’s face it… it is.

I don’t wanna blog about the soreness, I want to blog about them
Those people who come from no where, sit with you for a minute, sensing you, looking into you… with all the noise out there, you just don’t pay much attention to them, you just smile at them, without even putting the effort to look like you mean it. They have this precious gift of cutting your soul open, exposing your heart to the sun, few words that leave you naked, dazed satisfied and secure.

And as they are leaving, you can’t help but to follow them with your eyes.
And the noise stops...

I’m writing today, not about the soreness, but

For them, for my long awaited aspiration of my chaos, for every one who’s diving in rainbows, for those who still bother to check this chaotic corner.

Nighty night :)

When he was in the military

2009-06-26T14:09:00.001+03:00

There is one phrase that summarize how sick and twisted this world is… well at least, it is to me…

"When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one."

Leonard Matlovich – US army
(1943"1988)

To be

2009-06-14T22:48:00.005+03:00

To be a total freak and happy about it, to do a silly dance in the middle of a class and let every one involved in it, to paint my nails in different (difficult to remove) colors and pursuit him to let me paint his. To shout joyfully or furiously whenever looking out of a new window, to cry hilariously in airports and do some group singing healing, to put an to-do list for 30 times (with colors and cool drawings), and then put them where they belong – trash of course-, to never be satisfied enough, to always try to make small stones doing small jumps on the lake and to always fail to, to pitch about life all the time, to feel a chronic pain whenever visiting a governmental institution yet to enjoy the view of an alive-dead Damascus from the roof of the city council, to paint my closet whenever I feel down.

to regret and to make spontaneous films with friends, to Sarooja, to Argeeleh, to miss charlotte’s coffee, to wear the silliest funkiest dress ever to a “fancy” restaurant, to come up with spontaneous trips, pack and go, to hate sleeping and then to hate waking up, to have my eyebrow up in an amazed position lots of times – I don’t know why, a childhood doohickey-, to always complete assignments perfectly on the last minute, to be able to smell months and...to fall again and again and again and stand up again and again…

To be me and to be alive and to realize both facts through weird freaky moments of staring at the mirror, it's weird how we sometimes forget about those two essential facts!

and after realizing I know that

An Insignificant thought about the historical era we live!

2009-06-05T14:01:00.003+03:00

I’ll leave every one behind analyzing and fighting over Obama’s speech, and spend the day in Marmousa with a close friend who has nothing to do with politics. A guitar addict who cares the least about the world around him.

Anyhow, one thing that really annoys me inhere, it’s the fact that we all are so obsessed with the “historical” speech blabbing about how our fates depends on it; eyes are wide open, ears are wide open, brains intensively working with analyzing, twittering between friends, you can hear the keyboard tap-dancing and pencils scratching painfully on blank papers…

It’s weird if you thought about it for a minute; our future depends on every thing except on us. I’m not trying to underestimate the “role” of the international politics in our lives as Middle Easters eating, drinking, talking, fighting and breeding… but give it a thought….

Our country’s future depends on his (not our) speech and his plans (not ours) to communicate with those (not us) who are ruling (our) country in the most backward way possible, but it’s never depended on us. Nothing depends on us in any thing… God, what useless freaks we are!
And who are (us) anyway?!

So, as insignificant and self-centered as I am, I will be happily thinking about the magnificent article I’ve read today, pack my scrapbook and my camera… and hop to my self-centered heaven for the day.

Morning Stuff, Airport stuff

2009-06-02T09:01:00.007+03:00

Peter’s flight was this morning, I hate saying goodbyes to dear friends in the mornings! Mornings are supposed to be nothing but cool shower, coffee, news, good chats and driving to work...

Anyhow, I was just leaving the Airport when this conversation took part between two real “Arabism cheerleaders” who were walking by:

The guy with a pink shirt: Have you heard about the French plane’s air crash?
The other guy with white hat: Oh yeah, it’s horrible!
The first guy: Were there any Arabs?
The other guy: No, as I know they weren’t any.
The first guy who sounded so relieved: Thank God!

At that point I was walking faster and faster away from those cheerleaders till I got to the car, in a state of disbelieving as... usual...

Good morning!

Hijab and the thin line between prejudice and tolerance

2009-05-30T15:56:00.003+03:00

There is a thin line between hypocrisy and standing for personal freedoms or let’s say between prejudice and tolerance.
I do understand that due to the general practice of forcing religions and religious behavior into an oppressed society which is seeking its way out of an internal fear culture and external existential threat by clutching into religions and all types of the to-go set of rules… I do understand how easy it is to be drifted into prejudice when it comes to “hijab”.

A girl with hijab is either an oppressed, ignorant, submissive girl. Or a good girl with good morals and a potential tool to save the doomed society to the “heaven of Islamic Imara”…! A girl with hijab is forced to wear it, a girl with hijab is a brain-less pitch who could just jump into prostitution due to sexual oppression, a girl with hijab has limited freedom, a girl with hijab is an uncivilized prospect in societies, a girl with hijab is …. And the list won’t end.
It’s like this girl is packed into different shapes and is ready to be sold out in the supermarket for public -so-called-intellectuals and scholars to be bent into any shape they wish.

And the same goes if we tried to scan the public prejudices of girls with mini-skirts.

What I want to say inhere is very clear: whether if I wear hijab or I walk naked in the street, I should not be subjective to your prejudice in any form.

I am generalizing in here, and I understand how it is difficult to be perfectly spotless from all this madness around.

And I realize that it’s not that simple. To talk specifically about hijab. It’s way more complicated. There is a big percentage of girls who are some how forced to wear it, it could be the fear of your judgment that forced her into wearing it. And at the same time there is a big percentage of girls who took hijab off or didn’t wear it even though that they wanted to in order not to be subjective to your judgment or to the lack of good employment.

You can have your own opinion about it, you may refuse the idea or hate it, and you may think that it’s unnatural for a human being to cover her /his head, you may even find it as a tool to consider women as sexual targets, there are a lot of those ideas I do agree with. But I also do respect the free choice any girl does take to put hijab on or to take it off, I do respect if the girl considers it as a symbol, as a practice of her believe or even as an expression of identity.

Personally speaking, as some one whose believe system is constantly messed up, that got me to wear hijab some time before then deciding to take it off, as some one who went from believing to atheism to Islam to agnosticism and maybe to Buddhism or to “I don’t give a shit”.. I was discriminated against by some of those who consider themselves “intellectuals” by those who call themselves as “anti-discrimination” activist… I used to try to justify myself till I realized that I don’t have to…

So, let’s when calling for freedom of expression to call for the principle itself and not for a set of rules that might abuse the very principles we are calling for.

Cheers all.

So, Penguins can fly!

2009-05-28T22:38:00.005+03:00

So, Penguins can fly. I would be surprised and disappointment if some one proved me wrong.

On my way to Heathrow, I was looking every where for this… the prejudice, the hostility, the paranoia… and the fear.
I smelled it all around. But nothing was directed at me though.

I read three pages and kept stuffing my mouth with these sweet rounded thingies which led me to one conclusion: “maltesers” is the best traveler’s companion ever!

Never mind this madness; I thought I was drunk, but I'm sure I wasn’t! I got drunk only 4 times in my life, the last time wasn’t as “fascinating” as the first … I truly felt so clear minded and balanced.

I need to find an internship program A.S.A.P; for the sanity of all people around.
I need to find a decent job A.S.A.P for the almost zero balance in my account.
I need to hug him A.S.A.P for the sanity of reality and passion.
I need to have some coffee.
I need to start working on the hundreds of projects I’m still keeping as drafts.
I need to wake up at 5:30 tomorrow to catch my trip back to Damascus.
I need to paint my closet and my toes.
I need to run till I get to really breathe the life in.
I want to work in a bakery one day with my fake grandmother.
I need to tell Beirut how much I love her.
I need to scream for no Particular reason.

So, where were we?

Yeah, Penguins… 3 days a go a cute penguin knocked on my window, woke me up with the most adorable smile ever, I smiled back, and he flew away.
I called a friend and asked him if we could use the help of Penguins to end the financial crisis. after a long debate we reached a conclusion that they could... big time!

It’s good!

An Identity Crisis, Wrong time and Wrong place

2009-05-18T12:12:00.003+03:00

Yesterday in the bus:
Lights were dim and so was the existence of every one around, trying to read George Orwell’s 1984… but it was too hot and too dark.

got off, met them, felt so sick but managed to stand there... laid my head back to the wall, paralyzed even to get my cell phone which was screaming inside my backbag.
He kept victimizing himself… and I kept silent, unable to hear him and unwilling to notice his existence…

An identity crisis, at the wrong time and wrong place…

2 days ago:
With Pete, Standing on Qasyoun overlooking Damascus, feeling so small and so existed:

“You know… I have a love-hate relationship with this city”.

Guilt…for loathing the society. Appreciation to love, history and diversity… hating the crowd.
Disgust, worship, anger, love…and guilt… lots of guilt, all at once.
It’s confusing.

An identity crisis, at the wrong time and wrong place…

But it’s ok, I will be fine… someday I will understand and maybe I won’t but it’s ok, I might wouldn’t have want to. It’s weird, but it’s ok, it has never made sense.

We break through and get locked in over and over and over, and nothing is as painful as getting locked outside you. Alienating yourself away… you breath inside out and get dressed outside in.

You think hard on how to stop yourself thinking and when you think you are able to be in the state of comfort, you just break down into tremendous pieces that you never thought they lived in you. You throw up diamonds but it cut your throat and you’re not able to explain, not even to yourself, you are voiceless and dazed…

I am not angry, I am not falling apart, I am not even sad…and I don’t understand a word of what I’m writing… but I’ve just realized, I don’t have to…
And I am not in denial… but I’m just confused… and I need to go for a walk.

A life cycle theory

2009-04-25T20:36:00.001+03:00

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends, I mean life is tough, it takes up alot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What the fuck is that? A bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first and get it out of the way. Then live in an old age home. You get kicked out when your too young. You get a gold watch, you go to work for forty years until your young enough to enjoy retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play and you have no reponsibilities. You become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating around -- and you finish off as an orgasm."

George Carlin

Imprisonment and Whipping of 75 year-old Woman

2009-04-15T16:48:00.002+03:00

Khamisa Sawadi, who is Syrian but was married to a Saudi, was convicted and sentenced last week for meeting with men who were not her immediate relatives.
The sentencing of a 75-year-old widow to 40 lashes and four months in prison for mingling with two young men who were reportedly bringing her bread has sparked new criticism of Saudi Arabia's ultraconservative religious police and judiciary. The two men, including one who was Sawadi's late husband's nephew, were also found guilty and sentenced to prison terms and lashes.

What a pitch!... How could she ask some one who is "not her immediate relative" to bring bread??
it's an act for adultary... They could go wild and have a child and ruin the society...
That is the common sense for a society ruled by the Devil himself with the name of what so called"God-given" system.