A Unique Friend

MyNote:

A Unique friend:

I had never had a unique friend in my life, until I met this person in the field. He was very competitive in the field. He was striker, I am right winger. He was very skilled in the field, dribbles a lot. We played together in the same team for 2 years, and won the league about 4 times. He was a Christian Arab. What amazes me the most about him is that he was not only good at Soccer, but he was also a very good musician & singer, a medical student-becoming a surgent, a math & science geek, a business minded, and as a person very kind, spoke 3 languages, a Chemical engineer, loved video games, aware of history. I never knew all these about him on the field, I never imagined to meet such a person like that in the field! One day I was at the bookstore- Where he used to study medical books for 3-6 hours a day and still manage to play soccer and play music - I was studying Engeering physics and didn't understand it a bit, he came to help, and he explained it very easily with full details and formulas without using the textbook. I asked him, "when did you study this?" He said "5 years ago", I asked him "Have you reviewed it since then or even majored in physics?" He said "Nope, never it's all in my mind, my friend". I studied Calculus II once, I asked him some problems to solve, He solved them so easily, he even remembered in what sections of the book those problems should be at. I was really amazed. He could speak English, French, and Arabic fluently, he offered lessons but could not find him customers. He wrote his own songs, then played them with his guitar, piano, drums. I have never really had such a friend in my life. One time, he joined a business plan competition and his plan won the first place, the prize was $4000. He's only 25 years old, and majored in Chemical engineering, and now going to be a surgent, I hope. All the lucks to him, and I wish I was so much dedicated like him. I wonder dear readers, if you have had a unique friend like mine...

Good night dear readers.

Reflect Your Image.

MyNote: The most frequent & inspiring thought, I have come through in my life so far is the thought of death. No matter how dark & depressiong it is, and how escapist we are toward it, that thought is still inspiring me to keep going on to achieve something special in this life before I meet it in the end line. Maybe, It inspired Stephen Hawking to achieve his goals, and Armstrong to finish the race. The thought of death, and how my end would be like comes to my mind every night before I go to bed, or when I have a long drive. If every one thinks of death, and always keeps in mind that the end isn't known- it's a sudden occuring moment-;

Would we make every last word that come out of our mouths meaningful?

Would we make every decision cunstructive and memorial, would we speak carefully because every word could be our last, and the last to be remembered by...? ? ?

Would you really even bother to re-read me? would this be my last word and could be a memorial...?

Try to make your positive image keep reflecting every where, even after you disappear from this life.

Good night dear readers.

My father knew English more than Arabic, but he always spoke Arabic although he made mistakes he spoke to his people in Arabic. We joked about his mistakes he laughed when we did. Unlike others who speak to me in English although they speak Arabic fluently and it is weird that sometime you see a conversation between two one replying in Arabic the other in english.please people speak in common lanuage for respects and unity, let it be French, English, Urdo,or Alienish, just let it be a common between you.

Swine flu + Twitter

I will be blogging soon, I have finally a break , a summer break. This is my microblog - Twitter: http://twitter.com/nezitiCx

MyNote:

Swine Flu has reached about 30,000 cases. 74 countries since April. Most infections come from America + Mexico. Now we have had American Invasions in Afghanistan and Iraq, and Swine flu invasion. A nation killed most of its pigs, and left one on power, maybe for good luck? If we eliminate the virus... it will come back again since the origin is still raised by farmers! So what's the solution? Maybe we should kill the farmers and let the pigs live alone in the wilderness. Maybe some industries profit a lot from pork, easy to raise, and is it hard to find an alternative source, healthier and cleaner?!

Some republicans accused Obama of spreading the virus to get more supports for his health plans...Yeah Obama went to Mexico, hand shook all infected victims, and then made sure he spat on all Mexican immigrants on the borders in his flight way back home, then he hugged all rednecks in the south, except those KKK, because he was black, then he tried to infect Dick the cheney, but failed.... Bush couldn't be infected, he was one IQ score smarter than the virus although Obama french-kissed him.

Tonight Joke: Libyan president Gadhafi with a picture of Omar Almukhtar on his chest in his first visit to Italy, I wonder what was inside the italian prime minister Silvio BERLUSCONI.

Good night dear readers.

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.

B/w Good and evil a wall

Antinationalist's thought:
Between evil and good, a wall.

I've been homeless, living at my friend's apartment to another. It's not that I'm really homeless, it's just that I have a home but I don't feel comfortable living in it any more, so I preferred to roam around. I'm at my friend's apartment. I just prayed Alfajir, and my hair is still wet from Wudu. The room is quiet, and the fan is spinning and its shades moving on the room's four walls. I could hear Um Kulthom classic songs coming through the wall and underneath the door from a next door room. Five Arabs roommates are there, laughing and chatting. Their laughters are loud and as meaningless as their conversations. They just finished smoking their last weed pot, and got drunk enough. I question myself a lot and realize that there is also a physical thin line between evil and good, and it was a wall. Like any wall in history, like the great wall of China, the Berlin wall, and the wall in Gazah. However, my wall is more personal, and socially sad. It's so fragile, insecure and thin comparing to the others. My wall is just to show you how society has become, and how evil and good exist in one house under one roof divided by a wall or two. All I could do is to put the pillow around my ears to hardly fall asleep and pretend there's only light not dark.

Good Night dear readers.

One Cent Missing

AntiNationalist's Thought:
One Cent Missing

Today at work, an old white unshaved western man with a tiring face bought something, I told him it was four dollars and one cent, he gave me four dollars and two cents, I told him one cent was over, he said "Yeah you forgot last week I told you I was short one cent and forgot to give it to you". I was speechless and amazed at how honest and credible some people could be, I said to him "Well for your loyalty and honesty, I gave it back to you". I've seen Arabs and Muslims men throwing away cents, dimes and nickels in trash saying it's not much. I've met some who owed me hundreds of dollars not a cent, and still denied to pay back. In the darkest and most disordered working-class societies, you see drunken drugs addicted homeless people and prostitutes, thieves, and more. However you still sometime see inside them a sense of kindness and mercifulness, which amazes me the most because of how contradicting it is. I think the sense of mercifulness is what many of our Arab and Muslim societies miss and lack, and don't understand and realize it, even though they say it unrealizing the meaning of it everyday in their prayers: "Bismillahi al r-rahmani al r-rahim" "In the name of Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful".

Good night dear readers.

ابن القيم

ابن القيم الجوزية مدهش من اتخاذ المسيحيين عيسى عليه السلام إلها متسائلا:-

"أعباد المسيح لنا سؤال نريد جوابه ممن وعاه:

إذا مات الإله بصنع قوم أماتوه فما هذا الإله؟

وهل أرضاه ما نالوه منه فبشراهم إذا نالوا رضاه؟

و إن سخط الذي فعلوه فيه فقوتهم إذا أوهت قواه؟

وهل بقي الوجود بلا إله سميع يستجيب لمن دعاه؟

و هل خلت الطباق السبع لما ثوى تحت التراب و قد علاه؟

و هل خلت العوالم من إله يدبرها و قد سُمّرَتْ يداه؟

و كيف تخلت الأملاك عنه بنصرهم و قد سمعوا بكاه؟

و كيف أطاقت الخشبات حمل الإله الحق شداً على قفاه؟

و كيف دنا الحديد إليه حتى يخالطه و يلحقه أذاه؟

و كيف تمكنت أيدي عداه و طالت حيث قد صفعوا قفاه؟

و هل عاد المسيح إلى حياة أم المحيي له رب سواه؟

و يا عجبا لقبر ضم رباً و أعجب منه بطن قد حواه!

أقام هناك تسعاً من شهور لدى الظلمات من حيض غذاه.

و شق الفرج مولوداً صغيراً ضعيفاً فاتحاً للثدى فاه.

و يأكل ثم يشرب ثم يأتي بلازم ذاك هل هذا إله؟

تعالى الله عن إفك النصارى سيسأل كلهم عما افتراه

أعباد الصليب لأي معنى يعظم أو يقبح من رماه؟

و هل تقضى العقول بغير كسر و إحراق له و لمن بغاه؟

إذا ركب الإله عليه كرهاً و قد شدت لتسمير يداه

فذاك المركب الملعون حقا فدسه لا تبسه إذ تراه يهان.

عليه رب الخلق طَرا و تعبده! فإنك من عداه.

فإن عظمته من أجل أن قد حوى رب العباد و قد علاه.

و قد فقد الصليب فإن رأينا له شكلا تذكرنا سناه!

فهلا للقبور سجدت طرا لضم القبر ربك في حشاه!

فيا عبد المسيح أفق فهذا بدايته وهذا منتهاه".

Untitled

In today's world, only good dies young.

BTQ[169]

BedTime's quote[169]:
"I watched a lot of Fox news, until I got confused about reality" --[x]

"The only thing I learned from Watching News on Tv is the definition of confusion" --[x]

"All those who go through the presidential elections are liars, and they should never be trusted again when they become presidents" --[x]

Psychological Status: Very dark.
Political Status: dont-giva-dam.

Good night dear readers.