BTQ170! + MyDaily

BedTime's Qoute[170] - forgot to count. 

"A house can't stand with one element only, it needs many elements to make it stand such as sands, bricks, cements, woods and a human's will to keep it safe". --[x]

Mydaily: 

It's 2:22am. I haven't slept yet, why should I sleep when I haven't worked hard enough to remember my father today? I'm working hard to be a great someone! I need to do something special before I rest underground. I am [x], an unknown person in the web! who almost quited writing but still lingers to use his fingers to click more characters on his keyboard. I don't need so much muscles to do that, but a huge graveyard of dead braincells to dig. 

I've been home for 10 months now since June 2008. Many things happened, many things I have seen but how lazy were I to record them all! Mabye I got a bit brainwashed by the great wave of Arabian-traditionalist behaviour of laziness and close-minded thinking methods. I don't even know if those terms even existed in the last line I typed. 

Being the head of the house isn't an easy thing, in fact it's like being a president except that it should be in a tiny pure environment without lies and sins limited by four walls not few countries and some oceans. I have to please mother then displease her, please brothers then displease them accordingly and chronologically depending on the moment and place!

I never went to graveyards, and when I did I never expected it to be my dad's. Since then, and I'm so much changed from inside. 

I never expected my government bothers so much to know everything about me and every creature in this land, It's not like I am that special! for god's sake I can't even be the next president, nor even planning to build a nuclare reactor. In addition, I don't even know how to swim and the only thing I can do is play soccer and cook rice - well something to be proud of! COOK RICE!... there's nothing special about Aarab men except that feeling they get after having a ricey-lunch. The feeling of drowsiness, burping then snoring deeply not to mention farting! 

I can type forever and that won't change the reality of me being [x], which is unknown person to you [not my government because they bother a lot to know me well]. 

The economical crisis isn't helping any side, but it's a wake-up call to the capitalists, that the world isn't only materialistic, nor an empty pocket asking for more loans from your banks. It's not about making money through interest rates. And for those Muslim-bankers, Islamic bank can't be a solution to the problem if they don't really implement a pure islamic system. Otherwise, Islamic solution would look a failure to the capitalist bankers. Therefore, using the Islamic banks as a solution is a bad-step and bad call if it's not trully Islamic, but a name. Last news I read 70% of UAEians are living on loans... 

If people keep taking loans, and never pay back plus -7aram- high interest rate, I religiously wonder how many of those would enter heaven?, logically and unfortunately for UAE, 70% can't so far!  no offense nor discrimination to any nation but UAE is just an example, and Kuwait can be even a sadder example!. 

Note: Thanks for reading, and sorry for killing some of your braincells reading my unbeneficial words.

Good night dear readers.  

Miss You.

I miss this place so much, since my father death I have gaven up writing for myself. I have written some notes but didn't bother to publish them. I can't even add another line beyond this, I don't know whom to write about, pointless thoughts have conquered me. 

Psychological Status: Sad 4  father, happy @ school.

Political Status: Being spied on.

Have a good night dear readers. 

Wasted Soul by A crazy soul.

BedTime's Quote[...]:
"The worst realization in life is death, but it's the most important to change one's view toward the world that he's interacting with. This is the life, it's short, it's not measured by one's longevity, but good deeds. Good looking or bad looking, young or old, black or white, all face death, and all are the same underground, clay and sand, bones and no flesh. I'm thankful to be his son and I won't forget to mention him in my prayers"--[x]


My father was a very organized man, and very hard working. He was an American in his organization and loyalty & disciplinary to his job, and a true Arab & Muslim in his traditions and religion. It's hard and rare to find organized and discipline men in our a chaotic lazy nation of Arabia. He was killed by a policeman who was driving fast to work! at 7pm. He was driving at 200km/hr. No need to go to the hurtful details of the accident more than talking to my father. My father never spoke loudly, nor frowned, nor gossips, nor had a grudge against someone. He used to sleep at 9pm and woke up at 3am. He read Quran from 4 to the sunrise. He started his day looking at his parrots and write down on his journal and task tables to plan his day. He used to fix and repair the house electrical and plumbing problems by himself and he loved to repair our local mosque. He was very healthy, he always said "Eat Salad then meat in your meals it protects you from Cancer". He never beat his kids to enforce something on them, he liked to convince with soft words rather than using a stick or a sickle! I remember whenever I was mad at someone, I used to say "I would beat him!" my father would say "You were raised by Hitler or Bush?" "انت متربي عند هتلر ولا بوش؟". He had a great job as an oil engineer, but he never looked down at people nor cared about luxurious things. He always donated a lot of money to the poor. He was very peaceful and always smiling, he had friends and relations with people from all backgrounds, Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Atheists, Arabs, Asians, and Westerns. He was very clean, he always took care of his look and health. When I was washing his body to bury him, his toes and fingers looked so clean, his face was bright and smiling. At night after we buried him, I saw my grandfather locking the mosque door at 3:00am. I asked him "What's wrong?", he said "The water is dropping non stop, I don't know what's wrong with it" then he started crying and said "The man who used to fix it for me passed away and now no one would fix it for me". He bought a gift to his mother as usual whenever he travels, but I guess now the gift is never delivered this time...

We cry for him not because he is dead, but because the vacuum he left behind is almost impossible to refill while people still speeding with their cars to be on time at work or to race each another, or for fun, great people are killed and wasted for nothing, but a weak disorganized corrupted system ruling this nation. And guess what? the man who caused the accident survived, he was jailed for two days and then released! the insurance company covers everything and all go like nothing happened! while two days ago, my friend drove his car without a driving license, he hit a rich guy driving Porsche, the rich guy said "Don't worry I will take responsibility and it will be my fault" since he knew my friend was financially poor. Unfortunately, an undercover police officer heard their disccusion and arrested my friend and put him in Jail. Now my friend has to pay about $40,000 to fix both cars since the insurance can't cover him, and also to pay for his release from Jail where he has been there for 4 days now.

+Not just this, but also at the accident, some people took advantage of it, and stole my father's wallet and watch!, and did shopping using my father's visa card! I really don't understand how some people can be like this.

May Allah reward my father heaven, and may Allah guide our nation to organization and sensibility!

Good night.

Father Death

Since my father, 49years old, passed away in a deadly car accident, life has become so different and so complicated to me. Everyday I discover something and every day I face a new problem. The most important thing I've realized during this time that our social system is so fragile and corrupted where the dead isn't respected nor is the living one. I see greed and generosity fighting each other, while sorrows and evil smiles are killing each other. I wish, I could live somewhere else. I'm thankful for everything and thanks to Allah my mother survived the accident. Good night.

Photo

Seaside fishing by [x]

Mydaily: I haven't blogged much lately because I didn't have what it takes to be meaningful...lately. Good night.

2nite's Last Words[2]:

2nite's Last Words[2]:
"How unfortunate, we do pray, every day, only because it's a tradition. It's become as moves done five times daily, barely we feel its spirituality and its value. it is as a nutrition for our souls, our physical organ is full, while a spiritual famine hits us. Anyway...I have to go now because it's time to pray but not as a traditional act"

Partial Solar Eclipse

Partial Solar Eclipse Taken by [x]

Note: Taken in Oman Muscat, August First afternoon.

BTQ[170]

BedTime's Quote[170]:
"There are three important moments when people gather to see you in your life, when you are born, in your wedding, and when you die. In the first and last you can't tell them how you feel, while the second, you can never forget"--[x].

الحرب والسلام والجنس الثالث

الحرب
والسلام
يتقاتلان
والجنس الثالث
في أمان
عاشت لبنان
ابيه
في فوضى
واصوات العود
والكمان
تحت حزب الله وجنبلاط
وسنيوره والجنس ثالث
والرقص شرقي
وملكات الجمال
اللهم اهدينا جميعا
أمين
يا رب العالمين

2nite's last words[1]:
"I'm going to sleep like that dead child of Palestine
underneath those bullets of Israel,
covered by leaves which used to be green,
those leaves fell from trees
blown away by winds from Arabian men's mouths
...they caused nothing because they were vowels" --[x]

Good night dear readers...

Sleepless in Muscat

ٍSleepless in Muscat by [x]

انا لله وانا اليه راجعون

Sinking Colors

Sinking Colors by [x]

Mom's flower.
I'm home.