Saturday, October 18, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Sunday, October 05, 2008
shay mukhzi, mukhazi jiddan jiddan.
mali khulg aktib. bas gilt a3abir 3an shu3oori eb sa6rain.
la baktib, akhaf ag3ad bachir nasya el details.
a mother with a 3 year old boy,bandaged leg, on a wheel chair, feeding him a chocolate bar and chips that she got from the vending machine.
there's no cafeteria there.
a man is thirsty. again there's no cafeteria, and the vending machine has no mineral water. there is a barrada but there are no cups. he takes a foam espresso cup from the coffee machine and goes back to barrada to drink. he calls his driver to go to the nearest baqala (soog amwaja albahar almarkazi) to buy him and his family mineral water.
an old woman lying in men's emergency room because the women's is full and her family keeps closing the curtains for the check up.
a man talks loudly on a mobile phone:
him: entay binta? tara obooch 6a7 3alaina bil qahwa. wain morta?
the doctor hears him and calls:
law sama7at law sama7t! she takes the phone and asks: feeh marath? feeh marath bil kila? mo gadir yitnaffas.
a patient's file is lost. they keep looking, but it's still lost.
not found. heard of egov? it's just a myth.
a patient is taken to a room. different staff help to carry her including nurses, farasheen, farashat.
farrash takes the oxygen tube and tries to fix it.
he shouldn't be holding it, hands must be clean. he does it with his mate, wanting tips from the patients family.
patient is lying straight. she can't breath. her son asks the nurse to push up the bed so that she can breath. nurse says that there is no remote. nurse asks farrasha to go to bed number X and takes its remote. farrasha goes and comes back with nothing. nurse asks where is the remote. farrasha says enta makoo gool remote. farrasha is older than the old patient.
patient has to take medicine. patient has to take medicine. patient has to take medicine. she can't open her mouth. family waits forever for the khafara doctor. forever and ever and ever, family goes home.
jana7 emjadad 3ala nafaqat mu7sina. laish? laish 3ala nafaqat mu7sina?
the ceiling is falling down. i can't look above. i am too scared.
lift takes FOREVER. the elderly can't use the stairs.
in the lift: he doesn't know what button to push. many numbers including "open" and "close" are vanished. why not play a guess game?
i feel sick. i don't know what's making me sicker, the illness of the person i was visiting, or the illness of my country.
It's a shame.
Friday, October 03, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I am there hopping from one place to another. When i stand next to
kuwaitis, they either smell like bukhoor hindi, khal6a, aw madri
sheno,elmohim ena el ree7a 3atra that makes my nose itch. And when i
go next to ekhwanna el3arab,they smell like kitchen.
My noooose, itching itching,,, we have water sprays above us, its
cool, but making the smell increase because of the humidity its causing.
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Sunday, September 14, 2008
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Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
When we used to play?
We hid, we ran
We jumped, we sang
We danced, we fooled with each other
We grew up
We grew apart
But I know
I am still in your heart
The mark you left on my right hand is still there
Your way of showing love was by beating me
The more you beat me, the more I felt your love
I knew you just wanted to tease me
I knew you just wanted to please me
Those memories cannot be forgotten
When I am mad at this world
I lay back on my bed
Close my eyes
And just remember and dream of my younger years
I change sides
With a smile on my face
And sometimes I wake up and laugh
Sweet days they were
Sweet memories they are
Sweet dreams they will always be
I am forever thankful
For the sweetness you added to my life
And I mean no one
Ever replaced you
Except a few fake copies of you
I will forever be
Inspired by Aisha ElMarta
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
She sent me this YouTube link where she was one of the young kids dancing there. Watching this video made me feel like watching it for the first time. People looked HAPPY, REALLY HAPPY, just look at their faces and smiles.
While looking at the current celebrations, and comparing them, it seems to me that people just NEED ANYTHING to MAKE them happy. They celebrated in the dust (when the TV was warning them to stay at home) and look at the way they celebrate, I am not saying that carnivals aren't fun neither spraying foam. But why do you think they'd go in the dust? They say because Kuwait deserves it (elKuwait tistahil) but I don't think that that is the reason. The reason is that they are just bored and want any activity that they think might make them happy.
My point is, celebrations before WERE HAPPY. Now, it is just some bored kids who want to dance their way, spraying and damaging cars.
As for today, I read this great post which was linked again to YouTube. There, I found this (Link) and this (Link). Maybe they are old and you all watched them before but it was my first time and I was really touched. Despite the pain of those days, they were also (7ilween). Good in a sense that..... madri shagool.... this whole post is a mess.... I can't express it well... so I hope you got what I mean.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
صباح الفل يا أرق عطر يهدي رائحته على كل الناس
متكونيش بخيله لو برنه
اجمل حاجة في الدنيا الصبر والصداقة والحب والقلب الطيب
همبورجر قال لهمبرجراية ما تيجي.
قالت له لأ
قالها ليه يا روحي؟
قالت له أصل عليا كاتشب.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Then, this sms at 1:13pm
بعشق الكويت واهل الكويت علشان سمعت اجمل صوت في الكويت هو انت واتمنى اسيب السعودية واعمل في الكويت
انا سوف اعتبرك من ملكات الدنيا بس دقي عليه ولو نص دقه يا صاحبة الجلالة
Another missed call
Now the question is, doesn't he sound Egyptian?
أو دقه منك
Friday, February 15, 2008
أجمل وأرق نعم سمعتها بحياتي
At 9:02pm I got another saying:
لو أدري اني سوف أسمع هذا الصوت كنت اتصلت عن طريق الغلط من زمان
Thank you God for sending me someone by mistake to make me happy right after celebrating my Independance day last night.
But the question remains,
أصدق والا ما أصدق؟
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Yes I want to buy myself a Mac.
Here's what I downloaded. I am an oldie.
All I have to do is dream
Any dream will do
To really love a woman
Circle of life
Nothing's gonna change my love
I can see clearly now
I can show you the world
My endless love
I believe I can fly
Because I love you
Those were the days my friend
Unbreak my heart
Under the board walk
Hips don't lie
في ناس يشوفون هالشيء زين وفي العكس
أنا أقول أنه شيء زين
when I meet people I like :)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
The more I think, the more my hair turns to white
I want to sleep and have sweet dreams
How do you do that?
How can I not think of you?
How can I let you in my dream?
Without worrying about my boss
or reaching work on time?
How can I not tremble when I speak to you?
How can my heart not beat when I see you?
How can I not look at you, and see the beautiful me inside of you?
How can I set myself free of your crush?
How can I not walk without you on my mind in everything I do
How can I?
How can I enjoy myself when you're not there?
How can I hide how I feel when they mention your name?
How can I?
How can I lie about the truth
How can I see you as a lie?
How can I lie at you? at myself? at them?
I and you can see,
but they can feel
It is there
It is everywhere
It is capturing their hearts
and mine too
But what is capturing yours?
Is it me?
or is it them?
Can you see me?
Can you feel me?
I know you can
Can you feel how deep it is?
Do you understand my acts?
I know they can
I know you can
I know I can't stop
I want more and more
But it has to end
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Snoring helplessly; nose is stuffed.
I wished for winter, now I want Summer back.
She shivers and quivers; my heart leaps.
She cries,her face reddens; she lets out gas.
She pulls a strand, grasp my collar; shows amazing strength from a body so petite.
I feel a great big gap as I pull her from my chest and lay her in a basket sized bed.
I sit back on my rocking chair and wait for her next nap.