Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Something More Than Beauty



It is not that she is beautiful ,,, but she is also full of Dignity

Monday, November 12, 2012

My Imaginary Extra Excited Audience in Amman Amphitheater

My classmates Doaa , Manal and I wento today shopping for winter shoes and clothes. As we left El Tilliani street I suggested we go to the Roman Theater.

I just love it there, the presence of this huge historical figure amidst of all the earthy things that surround is just relieving. I dont know how to explain it, but the Roman Theater just says: You can be unique and alone, no worries.

I stood in the center. The theater is designed in a way that concentrates the sound waves in that spot, the echo is just amazing and suspiciously clear. So I stood there and I started singing. I sang a couple of songs of Fairuz. Doaa was sitting on the stairs and she applauded as each song ended.

An English tourist stood there listening and then she said "Such a Lovely Voice".

I just loved her remark, it reminded me of the days when I used to believe in the other. When the other was a kind person who only comes from a different background. I just hate how experience ruined this for me and brought me to think that the other is someone who cant even imagine the details of my existence, and thinks of me as a belly dancer printed on a post card.

What brought that up!! It was a lovely evening, and to add more spice to it, after I left the Theater's guard went to Manal and said  to her: your friend must become a singer, Haram if she wastes that potential. 




Sunday, November 11, 2012

I love you Blogger ,, You are the BEST


There is an Arab proverb that goes like this: "You will never know how nice I were until you experience others".

I would love to say this , may it be read to whoever it concerns , Thank you Blogger for being you. Thank you for being my first blogging experience. Thank you for being simple!!

Wordpress is obligatory for us in the institute and it is so freaking complicated! I know I know it looks similar to  blogger , but no , it is not user friendly , it is moody and it Right to Left templates are sooooo ugly.

I love you Blogger ,,, Never Give up on me


Saturday, November 10, 2012

How I feel This Exact Moment






No matter how old and mature I become , knowing that I mean less to those who mean much to me will always hurt me.

Yet , it hurts even more , when you know , somewhere deep in your heart that you dont mean less to them , but their love is mixed with a severe amount of carelessness and a sense of vanity.

So you have them but you dont ,,, and maybe you love , but you actually dont.

At Least Not Everybody Has Gone Full Retarded :)





This is a relief!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Cheaters Must Be Sterilized .. Here, I said it!


Today I was attending students doing an exam in the university. It was a big exam with hundreds of students in every session. I had to seat them , check their identities and keep going around to make sure they dont cheat.

I dont know if it just me, or it is actually outrageous that university adults need someone to watch on them as they do an exam? How do they live with themselves as I come and pull the computer cases to the front , in a movement that says it clearly "I saw you looking at your partners screen , you tried to cheat and I am giving you a chance''.

Yet not only do I need to warn them , once or twice , I even take away their university IDs and tell them they are suspended from the exam and yet they dont shiver.

They dont feel the least amount of shame in front of  a room full of people. They dont feel guilty for raising the average on EVERYBODY. They know no shame ,,,,

Each time I do this job I just feel that this world is going to the ruins. Because in the time that cheating is considered a ''controversial'' topic where opinions are welcomed , then I think I dont want to live in this planet anymore!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Eric's Comment on Gay Marriage



I have a very nice American gay friend. He wrote this on Facebook telling his readers about question 6 that would legalize gay marriage in Maryland constitution. I loved what he wrote, it is way too far from the discourse that other homosexuals use to express their thoughts describing everybody else as Homophobes: 


 
Question 6 today is an amendment to the Maryland constitution that will offer equality to all
citizens of Maryland in their rights to marriage and to recognition as a couple in the eyes of the state.

I know that some of you have strong religious beliefs that do not align well with homosexuality or gay marriage; but I ask that you think not solely of your religion, but also of the rights of all people and the principles on which this country was founded. People always talk about the fact that America was founded on Christian principles; but it is important to remember that before those Christian principles, America was founded on freedom of religion. Our ancestors left England in order to exercise their religious beliefs free from persecution. Now, we live in a nation where we find diversity in religion however, we see people voting for laws that are founded on religious belief. How is it that we were founded on freedom of religion (and therefore the freedom to not practice one) but now we are taking religious beliefs and attempting to legislate them onto others who do not agree.

For those of you who's response to that is that an Amendment like Question 6 legislate, immorality (or a lack of religious belief) on those who belief that homosexuality is a sin, this is my response. Question 6 still protects your rights. This amendment allows religious institutions to deny requests of homosexual couples to have a marriage ceremony performed there. This amendment gives homosexual couples the right to wed and receive the legal benefits therein while also protecting your rights to exercise your faith. So, how is it hurting people?

And as far as using the term 'marriage' is concerned, I understand your concern. Even for me, the term 'marriage' carries a lot of religious connotations. However, at the same time, marriage is simply a word and nothing more. Does it matter what we call it or if we distinguish (in terminology) between a heterosexual marriage and a gay marriage? 1. By distinguishing between the 2 (even in terminology), we perpetuate an innate difference between the two which could lead to discriminated treatment between the two when our ultimate goal is equality between all people. 2. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet" ... Words are simply words. They change with time, so does it matter what we name it, as long as everyone is allowed the same rights and are treated equally in the eyes of the law?

In conclusion, I ask that you vote FOR Question 6, not simply because it will benefit me in the future, but mostly because it would be a vote for equal treatment of people, regardless of their creed, beliefs, or whom they choose to love.
  
Now this is a comment that a friend left under the text that my friend wrote. I really loved the comment, it said what I felt and thought , but I could not express. It is simple , short and right to the point: 


 I voted against it, but I understand your concerns and desires. I'll always stand for the God defined principles of marriage and family. I love and sympathize with my gay and lesbian friends and relatives, but I must stand true to my principles at the ballot box. hugs!

Sometimes wile trying to be considerate and nice to people, one might forget that his principles being his\her principles are a good enough reason to stand by them. You cant make people believe in what you believe but you just need not go through a lot of  rhetoric to prove it.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Tv-Show Less!!






I first started watching "How I met Your Mother" when I was in Spain in 2009. I reached the end of the released episodes so I left the show and did not get back to watching it until there was a whole lot of new episodes.

Last week I finished the released episodes AGAIN and I was hanging there for a couple of days wondering: what shall I watch now?



So I went back in time and started watching a really old show, "Seinfeld" that was released in 1998 (the years I was born) and I really enjoyed it but I felt something that I have not felt in a long time while watching a show in English.

It is too American for me! Actually it is too New-Yorkian , because sometimes I find the audience of Jerry's show laughing , or the recorded laughter sound being played and I cant tell what is the funny part. It must be something that only people of that specific culture can understand.

And being as swamped with work as I am now, I have no nerves to sit and watch a show an research words and terms. I want something easy , and that would make me laugh. So now what?

I usually go on a website called watchseries. So today I noticed on its top ten shows a new show called Raising Hope. I watched the pilot episode and it is not bad. Maybe I will go on with it in both English and Spanish.

Ps: I still hope that I never discovered online streaming. It gives me much , but in exchange with a good portion of my life.


Monday, October 29, 2012

Wisdom Tooth: The First One Has Left the Buidling

After a couple of years of actual suffering, I finally took the decision and went to the dentist to remove my wisdom teeth.

I never pictured it this way. I never imagined that I would be there, on the couch calling the doctor's office and actually wishing that he would pick up! I was sure he was away for the Eid holiday and that I will have to wait. But as my brother was going out I asked him to check if the doctor was at his office or not. He looked out and he said: his car is parked here. And so he went and made the fastest appointment ever.

In 10 minutes I was dressed and on his chair. It surprised me that he remembered me although the last time we met I was 9 or 10 years old.

He was so gentle and professional I barely  felt a thing, but I love being sedated. It is really cool.

I am happy I found this video afterwards :p

Monday, October 15, 2012

One of those days ....


Today I spent the day in Al Bald with Nawaf. We got lost , we took a lot of buses , we ate lunch at Dar Esroor, and we stayed for hours on the terrace of Diwan Al douq.

One of those days ...

Sunday, October 14, 2012

I Wish I Can Be More Supportive




 


~و قبل مجيء موثق العقود بقليل، أمسكني جدي من ذراعي و أخذني جانباً، و كرر علي الكلمات نفسها التي كان قد قالها لأمي قبل عشرين سنة: ما زال أمامك متسع من الوقت للتراجع، أرجوك ألا تتزوجي، فكري بالأمر جيداً. إشارة واحدة منك و سأتولى تفريق هذا الحشد، ما رأيك؟ لقد كان يعتبر الزواج صفقة مشؤومة بالنسبة للنساء، ولكنه كان يشجع أبناءه الذكور بالمقابل على الزواج دون تحفظ.~

إيزابيل الليندي - رواية باولا

Friday, October 12, 2012

Día de la Hispanidad: Quiero Descubrir Nuevos Mundos




No puedo decirlo suficientemente,,,, ¡Quiero marchar YA!

En un dia como este en 1492 Colon descubrió America,,,, yo también quiero descubrir algún lugar. Bueno, que no voy a descubrir nuevas tierras pero por lo menos un lugar que sea nuevo para mi. 

Me encuentro con ganas gigantescas de volver a Espana pero esta veza quiero irme a nuevas ciudades , a lo mejor irme al norte ,  o ir en coche a los pueblos de Andalucia. 

Durante las dos veces en que estaba en España, visitaba muchos lugares y me resultaba bien en aquel entonces, pero desde que empece' a estudiar periodismo empece a ver las cosas de un perspectivo diferente. No es suficiente que vaya a un lugar sin hablar con nadie, sin grabar algo o sin buscar un tema. 

Ahora me siento rodeada con temas que necesitan ser investigadas y debatidas, y justo por esto  quiero irme ya! 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Preaching is Much Easier than Applying


So today I sent this to my young students who are now enjoying their scholarship in Granada- Spain. I dont know If i may call them my students but I did teach them two entire courses, and I had conversation with them that lasted for hours and hours about how would it be in Spain. I might have uttered a million words in their presence during their last month in Amman.



دعوة إلى كتابة التقرير الشهري 

أدعوكم جميعاً إلى كتابة التقرير الشهري. و هو تقرير يتضمن عدة نقاط لتقييم مستوى المنحة. و هذا التقرير يكتبه كل حدا فيكم لحالوو يقيم فيه الناقط التالية 
- الاندماج الحضاري 
-المستوى في فهم اللغة (الاستماع) 
- المستوى في اللغة (محادثة) 
-المستوى في اللغة (قراءة) 
-الدائرة الاجتماعية الاسبانية (صار عندكم اصحاب و معارف ولا لأ) 
-الدائرة الاجتماعية العربية (لأي درجة انا مرتبطة في صحباتي الي معي)
-الدائرة الاجتماعية بشكل عام (بحس بالوحدة؟ بعرف ناس في اماكن مختلفة؟ بعرف ناس من حضارات مختلفة؟)
- إدارة البيت المسؤوليات (عم بينقص علي مصاري آخر الشهر؟ غرفتي نظيفة؟ غسيلي مغسول؟ بدفع الفواتير على الوقت؟) 
-الوضع الأكاديمي (بحضر محاضراتي؟ بسأل عن الي م بفهمو؟ بدرس؟ بحضّر؟ بحل واجباتي؟) 
- الوضع السياحي (على وين رحت هذا الشهر؟ شو الاماكن الي اكتسفتها برة غرناطة و جوا غرناطة؟ وين حابة أروح كمان؟ ) 
- وضع المشاوير (هل رحت على السينما؟ على المسرح؟ على مناقشة كتاب؟ على مظاهرة؟ على مباراة كرة قدم؟ على عرس؟ على البار اشرب قهوة؟ على مطعم جديد؟ على مكتبة جديدة؟ على دكانة جديدة؟)
- كسر الروتين (عم أروح عالبيت كل مرة من نفس الشارع؟ عم آكل في نفس المكان؟ بقعد في نفس البار؟ بركب في نفس الباص؟ بروح على نفس الاماكن مع نفس الناس؟) 
- الوضع الايماني و الروحي و النفساني (هل بروح على المسجد أو الكنيسة؟ بحافظ على الصلاة؟ بدعي؟ بتواصل مع الله كل فترة؟ هل بحب حالي و بعرف حدودي؟ هل بحترم الآخرين و الىخرين بحترموني؟ هل بحكي الي بقلبي؟ هل بتواصل مع اهلي و صحباتي في الأردن؟ هل بسوي اشياء أغيّر جو حالي؟ هل بفرّح الي حوالي باشي و بساعدهم اذا احتاجوني؟) 


هسا صار مارق شهر، اكتبوا عن هذا الشهر و اعرفوا انه تقريباً الجزء الأسوء مرق، يعني الوقت الي كنتو فيه متشريدن و مش عارفين تاكلو و المصاري عم تطير منكم و مش عارفين الشوارع و لا الناس ، هذا كلو خلص. 

مش بدي اضغط عليكم، بس ضروري تاحظو فرق في الشهر الثاني و تبدو تركزو أكثر على اللغة. 



ملاحظة لله و الوطن : ما بدي أتدخل في كتابة تقاريركم بس لما توصلو لعند نقطة الدائرة الاجتماعية الاسبانية ما تقسو على حالكم، لنو هذا الموضوع عن دون كل المواضيع هو موضوع نصيب، مرات الواحد بيكون اجتماعي و بياخد و بيعطي بس ما بيصير عنده اصحاب، و مرات بيكون الواحد قاعد في حاله و بيجي عليه حدا و بيضرب معه صحبة هيك بدون سبب. فالجزء الي ما إلكم سلطة عليه لا تفكرو فيه، و ساوو الي عليكم ، ضلو روحواماكن جديدة و اتحركشو في الناس و ان شاء الله ربنا بيوفقكم باصحاب كراميش تستفيدو منهم و تحبوهم.


Yet , when I look at this report petition it just hits how easy it is to preach. When I was in their place it was so hard for me to keep things as straight as this and to keep my life as organized as it would look on a piece of paper. 

Still this is how things go when you are advising people whom you love basing your advise on your experience. It is like parenting,. You dont want them to go through what you want through , still you cant protect them , and a part of you wants them to know the real deal ,,,God , it is so hard to be good at this

Sunday, September 30, 2012

A Translation: Great and on Time


Ever since I learned Spanish and started translating ,  today was the first time I turned in a paid translation and on time.

all the translation jobs that I did before were voluntarily and not paid. Most of them were not serious. They did not lack good grammar or good structure but they did not teach me anything discipline-wise.

This time It was actual work with actual money and we had to deliver it to the original writer who studied in Spain many many years ago, so he could not translate but he could edit and he said that the translation was great!

The day before we turned in the translation I worked for 15 hours straight! I even took out my sandd clock, each time I flip it , it gives me 5 minutes and I was as fast as the sand.

Now as the translation has been turned in and the money paid and the sand has settled (hehehe this is funny, the sand in the clock as well) I feel good about my level. Getting to translation has always caused me a situation of ultimate paranoia, because it is something extremely important to me and it is one of very few things in the world that I cant accept being less than PERFECT in. I remember the step back I used to take while facing a translation fearing that I might not be bale to finish it or -even worse- not be able to accomplish it.

But when I look at this job and I find that I translated a really hard historical text , and from Arabic -which is my mother tongue- to Spanish -that is my FOREIGN language- I find myself relaxed and confidence.

I have a feeling that I am unbeatable and therefore I am waiting for the net job with sincere eagerness. 

Sunday, September 23, 2012

One Plate for Two



Well , I dont know what exactly to share, what to document for this specific day, but yet I dont want to forget it because it was nice.

Today a friend gave me a poem, he said that it is dedicated to me, although it was not ABOUT me. I tried to understand why was it dedicated to me, why did I get to decide its title, yet I believe that this is for the days to decide.

What I like about the new me (a recent concept that I am having concerning my ownself) that I got the ability to wait and meditate ,,, and just leave the world take its course while I sit back and write about it.

I am Thankful for the things you said on my behalf

Today after class I felt the urge to eat cup cakes!! A sudden urge that I rarely fulfil, but as we were in Isra's car (a girl from my class) she drove us to a cake shop and I went in to buy with Manal (another class mate from Ghaza).

I looked a couple of times at the guy who was attending us and I felt I recognised him , I then asked him: is your name Odai? he said: yes, how did you recognise me? and I was like: we all know, I for myself I love you! And manal - who has recently arrived to Jordan- was stunned , she did not know that this guy was Odai Abi Issa the guy who was arrested after burning the kings picture in Madabam she though i was suddenly flirting with a random guy hahahaha.

I was a bit embarrassed to be face to face with one of the 7irak guys. I always feel guilty that they are the ones who go out to the streets every Friday demanding our rights on our behalf. They get chased, bit and arrested for us and we dont even thank them or support them.

It was a great treat of the evening to see his fair face and smile... I just hope, deeply hope that we will get to reform our own country without young guys like him being arrested and attacked by Baltajyye ,,, I hope we pay the least price possible and not lose the few things that we accomplished as a young country. Ya rab 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Orientation in my new place: Jordan Media Institute

Well Well Well .... I think I am liking it, I signed the contract and now I am tied down, so I might as well enjoy the ride.

Belonging: My Little Corner of The World


Today I went to Dr Huseein's office to show him translation. We did not actually read through my Arabic text but he answered some of my main concerns in translation.
Basically my concern about being faithful to the original text. He talked thoroughly about how we can deceive the text for its own good, because if we worry too much about the literal translation we might simply ruin the message of the text.

He talked to me about translation in general , translation of Quran ,,, we even got to talk about faith and E3jaz and our responsibility as translators to show the world the treasures of Arabic poetry.

I had to wait for him for a while so I just sat down in his office translating silently while Dr Moayyad worked on the other table. I looked at the scene and I was happy , we were three Huspanistas in one room , two with Phd's and loads of research papers and me , the Me that is going in this direction with my heart full of passion and faith.

I thought: Would I -in some lucky and wild scenario- end up in the same office many years from now, but being the doctor? Ahhhh ,,,, my heart floats upon a lake of joy.

A translator is a martyr  ... a person who keeps running between two shores ... a translator is a person who is worthy of their oxygen. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

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No quiero bajar de mi columpio ,,,, quiero que
 siga meciéndome hasta que el mundo desvanezca 

Contra El Viento: El Primer Libro in Castellano Desde Hace Mucho Tiempo


Este blog empezó mucho antes de que yo tuviera el nivel suficiente para escribir entradas en español, y lo estoy pensando estos días para seguir en contacto con el idioma lo mas posible.

Acabé este libro tras una largo jornada intentando. Lo había prestado de la biblioteca del Cervantes , leí un capítulo y luego tenía que devolver el libro. Y aunque no lo devolví pero ya me entraron las angustias del ''libro retrasado'' hasta que se me ocurrió un día buscarlo en internet y lo descargué en mi kindle.

El libro contaba la historia de una mujer de africa que viajó a Europa buscando la vida y como pudo traspasar las dificultades de su realidad para sacar a delante a su hijo y a si misma también.

Había párrafos en el libro que yo hubiera escrito si mi pusiera a escribir sobre mi experiencia en Europa, los momentos en las que uno se da cuenta de que es diferente y de que se destaca fácilmente entre las multitudes.  También cuando hablaba de su amor a su novio que mas tarde se convirtió  en su peor pesadilla me daba un momento para parar y pensar. Con la edad que tengo aun tengo la oportunidad de elegir bien , la oportunidad para  ser feliz, equilibrada y libre hasta siempre.

Era un buen libro y merecía la pena (con las docenas de vocabulario que he sacado del diccionario)


The First Drops of Rain: Generous September

Yesterday Dana and I repeated last year's trip of September to Jordan street, and while there it rained a tiny bit ,,, those drops were it but am waiting for winter with all my heart ... I miss rain. 

Leo: The Death of a Pet or a Friend?


Two days ago I was talking to my Mom about Leo. Leo is Andres'es dog. The only dog in my life, I literally stated to Mom -in that unthought conversation- that I missed him and that am planning to see him , especailly him when I go to Spain.

Today I read a post written by Ana , and she was saying good bye to Leo! Leo simply died! He was old already but as we always do , we think that the souls that we love are never gonna leave us.

The news left me a little bit shaky, I wanted to see him at least once more and feel his fur and his warmth. The pounding of his heart inside a chest that does not belong to a human being was a whole new experience for me, he taught me something ... I did not love dogs, I did not see a human perspective in pets ,,, they were animals but I did not know that they can be friends and in the few times that I dealt with him he was generous to me, he was nice and he came closer to me not caring about my negative vibe and he won my heart.

It turned out that the dogs thing is not only for spoiled superficial people, dogs DO change you ..

I will miss you Leo ...

Monday, September 10, 2012

Amman Book Fair: A Breeze From That Direction


Yesterday I went to Amman International Book Fair. I came back home really happy, I enjoyed every bit of it and it gave me that adrenaline rush that I usually get while being around books and writers.

I thought of those ideas as I wandered: 

- Books are not supposed to be neat: 
I thought of this as I passed by a pile of books printed in Baghdad. It brought back memories ... Well not memories , because you cant remember things that you have not actually lived, but the Jordanian students who studied in Iraq always described little dusty shops in narrow streets, where they bought used books with the actual handwritings of their former owners. So I enjoyed the fair and everything, but I know that ''books shopping'' has to be a little bit more dusty than what we have now. 





- Nawwaf is the Best Book Shopping Companion:

We were as happy as a couple of puppies in a green meadow. We were so happy , I dont recall being as happy in a long time. We stopped infront of shelves and tables and he commented the writers, criticised the contents and we made loads of fun commenting the prices (he was almost broke, and I was getting there hehehe). He has read most of the important titles, and he has a general idea about almost everything (No Exaggerations Included) but yet he was like: do you really want this book? and I would be like: yes yes , then he would say: Ok, then have it. This is an interesting curve in his behaviour, maybe I should make a post about it (wait for it).


-When You Expect En Awkward Situation , It Stop's Being That Awkward: 
I was there with Sara, her work colleague Shurooq and Nawwaf. It was socially awkward in the best of all ways :) 

-When I See A Famous Face I Become Hostile In a Way: 
When I was standing next to one of the stands I saw a well known Jordanian female writer. I recognised her but I did not say anything, then a girl who was by my side started a very simple conversation that goes like this '' are you Flane el flanyye?" and the writer was like yes yes, and the girl said Oh I hope i had your book on me , I would have loved to have signed by you , I read all your work , pretty amazing. They both smiled and then they went away. Why could not I just make that conversation? Well , a tiny confession, I hate to be not remembered and I know that those conversations tend to be forgotten , so ^_^ 

-The Love of My Life Must Have Something To Do With the Books Industry: 
A Lebanese gentle man was representing an editorial (Dar Al Saqi) and he stood there explaining to three guys about a novel , then the other and then the other. He was describing the novel in a very neat way that showed that he has actually read all the books and he talked about them as if they were friends or family. He mixed Lebanese accent with very neat classical arabic. I was dazzled and I bought a book. 
Nawwaf made fun of me, he said I bought the book because of the guy. I could not exactly contradict him :p

I remember the guy who sold me a book in Central Bookshop in Barcelona. I would never forget that face, that firm and tranquil smile as he put down the book he was reading, he gave me the book and the ticket and asked me to come back again. (Oh Dear lord, what i would do to be back in el Barrio Gotico de Barcelona!) 

-Coffee People are Different from Non-Coffee People: 
We - people who drink coffee- start considering the possibility of finding coffee as soon as we arrive to any new place. So, when we were done with the book shopping (or the money actually) we went out and we had coffee and a smoke. It was nice. Smooth and full of short encounters with people from the past, I ran into an old friend who used to write in the same magazine with me, so he presented me to a friend who was with him as the ''novelist'' Takwa Masadeh. That was huge after all that time -6 years since I published the novel- and he asked me if I had anything on the way and Sara was like ''Deaaaaar Lord yes!'' .... I love how Sara reproaches me about this specific thing ... I got energy ,,, I should take things more seriously ,,, I should ,,, God , guide me through the maze of my mind. 




The After-math 
Welcome to my little corner of the world. 

P.S: When I ame back from the fair I was full of energy, I wanted to write a huge post about it, but in that moment we had to go visit a relative who had a baby girl. I came back tired and could not write until today. I hate this about my life, time slips by while we are doing erathy stuff ,,, just stuff 

The Little Girls are Off to Granada


This morning my young friends who got Erasmus (11 young ladies) left to Granada at 6 a.m.

I dont know why I did not mention them here although I have been hanging out with them most of the time lately, wither in the university or on a facebook group that I started for their questions about the scholarship and life in general in Spain.

Yesterday I called the entire group one by one wishing them a safe trip. It was weird how the circles of life go. They are still worried about the things that I worried about two years ago and came to realize that they were not the real challenge.

Yet last night I felt a huge burden ,,,, my heart was pressured with the thought that it might be a long time until I get to see Spain again. I start Masters next week and I will be studying and not working , therefor  I wont have money ,,, am not sure If I can go visit them (as we are all planning) and I cant process the possibility that something (wild thing) would happen and forbid me from going.

I miss Spain so bad ,,, I wish we did not have to go through all that hassle to get there,,, no money and no visas and no long long process in offices ,,, I miss my happy place. But I pray all the time for my little girls, that they get the best out of their experience and they get to speak better Spanish than ever.

Monday, September 3, 2012

I Am Thinking About Much


I have not been posting much lately. Later when I browse those days I will feel that -by then- I have not had anything going on, but the thing is that am thinking about much, and there is much stuff going inside my head.

Listen to this piece by Ahmad Al-Khatib. It takes a part of me to the land of no return each time I listen to it.


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Cosas De La Vida




وأنا أمرُّ ببابِكِ الموصودِ ،

تمحو ركبتيَّ الريحُ

لا أجدُ الرصيفَ ولا الشوارعَ

كلُّ شيءٍ ضاقَ في معناهُ

حتى تهتُ في رؤياي !!

ن.ر

Friday, August 24, 2012

I wonder why I hate Everybody

I am thinking of making a template out of this entry, so I would just post it over and over again each time I feel the thing that I am feeling now. You know, the feeling of despair and losing faith in humanity after taking a look at Facebook entries ... you just cant believe what people are conversing about , crazy photographers taking pictures of crap and thinking they invented Photography , lousy translators who have no clue about what they are doing and they cant see - no matter how hard they look- that there is a relation between language and culture. Men and aomen describing their shallow love stories with lines taken from poems that they dont even understand ,,, and everyone's constant need to prove to the world that they are living the perfectest life ever.

I feel like crap, why be ashamed with that? Why post a dozen of pictures pausing like a Ho and writing a caption about how much I dont care about the world ,,, well you know something? You not caring is something that we dont care about, and you just cant say that you dont care about me not caring, simply because you posted it and you get an adrenaline rush with every notification.

Facebook , is a parade of weirods ,,, I wish I can flee that 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Raj's Shirt



There is a quote that goes like this: "The real problem with life that it  does not have background music".

 This Shirt of Raj just does it! It puts the music that goes with your situation ,,, would not that be Perfect!

Monday, August 20, 2012

Books Killing me Softly: العمى - خوسيه ساراماغو 


I finished reading Blindness by Saramgo.

The book disgusted me , freaked me out and then it made pause and think. I think if the entire novel was to be narrowed down to one idea then it would be "The burden of the world when you are the only sane person while everybody else has gone insane". 

Thursday, August 16, 2012

People From Old Prestigious Democracies Acting Like Dictators


Check this picture as it was posted on 9gag.com

http://9gag.com/gag/5059223

It was posted under the title of:

I present: Ridiculously Photogenic Syrian Rebel Fighter


Now here is the thing. Before I started studying languages I confess that I used to be somehow close minded about "The Others". I did not much about their cultures and I had pre-judgements. But after having learned new languages , having mingled with people from a lot of foreign countries and basically after travelling and living in a city where too many international students meet, I have radically changed. 

You just cant meet people, converse with them, eat , laugh , walk and travel with people without being influenced by them. After all, human beings are nice and they connect on a human level that no one can deny. 

Still when you read through the comments that follow such a picture it hits you how ignorant and snobby people can be. It is not that I want the entire world to sympathize with my Arab or Muslim issues, but it just fills me with anguish when people from other cultures fail to see the human aspect of our miseries. 

How can a father or a mother see the piled corpses of savagely killed Syrian children and not sympathize? 
Really! I am not waiting for the entire world to go out on a demonstration against the criminal regime (although I cried infront of   Tv when I saw tha Spanish demonstration in Madrid in support of the Syrian civilians) but it would be so nice if they stopped calling us terrorists. It is not a very hard or controversial case, it is just a dictatorship killing its pacific demonstrators so they had to fight back because everyone has the right of resistance.  What is so terrorist about that? 

But still this is not my point. My point is that western people in general were raised in prestigious democracies, they have always voted in civil elections and got to choose who governs them ,they grew up in an educational system that gives much importance to debate and conversation , that teaches you how to think and how to accept others even if you disagree with them. 

How can people who grew up  in such circumstances act like dictators in a simple 9gag conversation, discarding every argument "the other" has to offer? How can they judge us, judge our cases and our circumstances without even giving us the chance to explain what we are witnessing with our own eyes or through relatives and friends , and through the perspective of any media network? 

If the most civilized peoples of the world are acting this way, and reflecting that on the internet (which is humanity's only way of communication) then where is the hope of a better future?  

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

My Life is not Mine


A friend once said to me that women live their lives based on a postponed decision. Now I realize that he was not being dramatic and what he is said applies 100% percent to the reality.

Always, in the back of my mind, I know that this is how things are going in the world, it makes me sad at times, but most of the time I try to no focus on it and just get busy with work. But as I am living one of the most boring and life sucking eras of my life it becomes more obvious.

I was just browsing Facebook and I came across a group called "If you love Egypt support it by visiting it" and as I looked at the pictures I saw this picture of Al Azhar. I thought it was a great picture of a place that I have heard much about but never actually got to wonder what does it look like. I thought that I love Egypt and I would like to support it but this is a discourse that is not for me. It is for those who own their lives and their decisions , those who say: "Oh, I would like to see the inside of Al-Azhar" so they just start packing and they go.

It is not because I dont have money , or because I am young (I am not anymore) but it is because I am a woman. I have to ask for permissions for everything, life is never about what I "want'' to do , but it is about whether they will "let" me or not.

I grow old , but it's in vain, because each time I think that I can take hold of my decisions I get a huge bold  hit of reality that I am just a part of someone else's decision (Whether it is my father my brother , or that man that I am gonna end up with).

They dont see it this way at all ,,, they are not conscious of the feeling of disability that takes over my soul just because I can long to things but I cant get them. I know that the solution of rebelling is always present, but I was hoping for a simpler life with the least amount of negative feelings ,,, without yelling at anybody, without having to point out the rotten ideas that people have in their minds while sounding like a smug!

I want simple things ,, nice things ,,, I am not offending anybody , why does my little needs sound so offending to the poeple who are supposed to love me most?



Monday, August 13, 2012

Me in the Mosque after all that time

After I came back from Taraweeh today I realized that it was the first time I ever go to mosque ever since I came back from Spain!

There, I went every Friday and various times through the week, sometimes because I was feeling alone, and sometimes because I thought the mosque is being alone ,,, I used to love that place, It was so safe and happy ,, detached from the emptiness and vanity of the world.

Here in Jordan I never had the tradition of going to the mosque and I think this is something that I should change. It is so nice! Praying with an Imam makes one realize how fast we usually pray! Really, the way he read Al-Fatiha made me feel like I hear it for the first time in my life! He is an Iraqi blind young man -Dad told me so- and his voice is not only peaceful , but it is full of music, he changes scales based on the meaning of the verse he is reading! Just Perfect.


Since the beginning of Ramadan I wanted to go to Taraweeh but remembering the sight of children jumping all over the women's oratorio freaked me out, but alhamdulillah very few children were present today , maybe because Ramadan is almost over?

listen to this video , Shaikh Mohammad Rashad Sharif ,,, the best person who recites Quran -in my humble opinion- :


Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Road Not Taken

I dont know if I did post this poem before in this blog, but it means a different thing each time I read it. Actually it means the same thing but it reflects differently on my reality as I grow up and evolve.

Those moments of my life are moments of picking a road. Sometimes I take it way too seriously and some other times I just feel young and capable of making any choices and just living with them because "why not?" ... Everything is possible ,,, Oh Life ,,, Amazing place to be in 

New Gadget: Books Killing Me Softly

So Here is a gift From August , My month , a new Gadget where I keep a list of the books that am done reading.

I believe the books that I am reading are making things harder for me, each time you expand your horizon things get a little bit loose and you loose the grip. Yet when you know the freedom that reading gives you , you know for a fact that you cant have enough and you cant stop. You want to know more, although knowing hurts and burdens you with responsibility.

The First two books are the books that I read in June and July. Not as much books as I should have read in two months of pure unemployment , but they are good for now.

Both of them have really touched me. Azazeel though had a pretty amazing poetic language that captured me from the first till the last. Both books explore almost the same area in the mind of the believer. What If what I believe in is simply not right? What if the others are right?

They are totally worth the time and the effort. Two great books :)





 مسرحية حياة غاليليو - برتولد بريخت 

Sunday, July 29, 2012

A Page From my Paper Diary: Five Years of Spanish




في وسط هذا الليل، توصلت إلى شيء... 

الشوق إلى غرناطة يشبه وحشاً من قصة خياليّة. 
أذكر اللون الجحيمي الذي كانت تتشي به الغيوم ساعة الغروب في السماء فوق محطة الباصات. كنت - و مازلت- أؤمن بأن السماء تنتهي هناك في المساءات و تبدأ من هناك في الصباحات، بغض النظر عن كروية الأرض و كل هذا الهراء. 


تلك الغيوم تتحوّل في لحظاتٍ رحمانية أو شيطانيّة إلى مارد هائل، أصله في الأرض و منكباه في السماء،تمتدّ قبضتاه الهائلتان إليّ حيثما كنت و تنتزعانني مما أنا فيه، من نعيم أو جحيم، تنفضان عني عوالق عالمي و ترفعانني على صليب لامرئي من الشوق معلق بين الأرض و السماء. 

شوقٌ عظيم عظيم، لا يكنّه أحدٌ لأحد، و لا مواطنٌ لوطن ،و لا سطر لكتاب .. شوق يكاد يكون له جسد. 
ثمّ كما ظهر، يختفي ماردي، و يفلتني، فأهوي، لا تأخذني سماء، و لا تتلقفني أرض.. فقط، أجدني، هنا ، وهكذا ، و هي، هناك ، و كما هي ، و بيني و بينها قارتان و بحر و جواز سفر و أختام و موظفون متجهمون.

غرناطة .. هل تسمعينني؟ 
فجر ٢٩-٧-٢٠١٢
مضت ٥ سنوات على 
قصتى الإسبانية

تقوى 



Sunday, July 22, 2012

Oh Look!


Oh Look! They published the song that I mentioned!
Is not that cute? 

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Mingling with Interpol and stuff :p



For the last three days I have been interpreting a conference in Marriot, and it was some serious stuff. A Conference organized by the Jordanian Anti-Corruption Commission and the Jordanian Interpol office along with representatives of Interpol and public securities from all over the world.

Mmmmm, I have a feeling that there is much to say about this experience.Well, lets start with the linguistic conquest. 
When they first called me for the conference I was so worried that I could not sleep. I felt that the topic was so hard and I thought I might just drown if I could not interpret. But alhamdulillah I managed perfectly , and I had the best interpretation partner Dr Moayad. He is calm, smart and gifted. I used to sit next to him as he interpreted and write down all the terms and the new vocabulary. I felt that I have learned in those 3 days more than all what I have learned in university after returning from Spain. 



The conference's topic was pretty interesting although it has flooded me with the sensation of vanity that conferences usually give me. You know, people in suits speaking seriously about topics that do not make life better directly. The conference was about a web that the Interpol has to connect all police bodies of the world in order to provide information about  the money that gets transferred after crimes of corruption. Cases like the case of Tunis and Egypt, when presidents were tumbled and the money they have stolen has disappeared. 

But yet there was a very interesting observation: Why did we go to Marriot to talk about corruption and the recovery of stolen assets? I could not stop thinking about that each time I looked at the fancy decorations, each time I ate from the fancy lunch buffet or even enjoyed a great cup of hot coffee. Why? All of that money, why?



I worked with a nice group, the other interpreters were fun to be around, and it is always nice to work with weirdos , they just enhance your human experience :p 

I got to sit silently writing and smoking in a very nice terrace alone with my coffee, and I got to live my Ammani experience from a new place , and that on its own is an amazing thing. 

Finally , I have to mention that interpretation is one of the main sources of adrenaline in my organism , it makes me happy and significantly more beautiful!!  

7 years ago




Every year, I wake up in the morning of July 19th and I feel a mystical cloud covering my existence.

In a day like today 7 years I got to meet my very first love in person. I was so young and I had adrenaline running in my veins instead of blood as I went to see him. I dont know why I have not mentioned this in my blog before, but today as I thought about it I felt like it was a day that marked my transition from a ''young girl'' to a ''woman''.

Today a dear friend - yet new friend- said that it was not cool at all that she knows nothing about my first love. Later, a page on facebook asked its followers to post a song that reminds them of someone so I remembered this song.

My first love is long gone now, we were not ever destined to have more than what we had. I even think that it was me who loved him , but he just observed me with huge interest. After all I was a very promising 15 year old whose eyes twinkled with poetry and music and long discussions about Marx and communism!

It was the best first love that any little girl would ever dream about. I would have never been the same person if it was not for those alluring 6 months. He was not a young guy with an attractive complexion , no , he was a tormented young man with a lot of questions , and with a huge existential mess caused by all the books that he has read.

I know nothing about him now, and sometimes I feel that I have grown up to being him , but I survived. I am still young and green inside. I know nothing about him , and I know that it is not about him anymore. I believe that life is just like a Tv series directed by God. In that season he was the main actor, but now the series is more of a monologue , where I speak what I believe , where I revise my set of values twice a day , and where my own self scares me rather often. Yet It's fun to be me , and it is amazing to go discovering my inner world each and everyday.

All thanks are due to God for granting me those enjoyable episodes in the amazing roller coaster of life. 

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Facebook Status: Interpretation :)



هنالك جنية داخل راسي، بيديها سنارتان و أمامها غيمتان ، غيمة مصنوعة من اللغة العربية و غيمة مصنوعة من اللغة الاسبانية ، الجنية تحيّك الغيوم لتصير خيوطاً ثم تنسج الخيوط في معجزة صغيرة كبيرة، سهلة ممتنعة اسمها: الترجمة 

الحمد لله الذي تتم بحمده النّعَم

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

My Friend


I dont know what shall I write about him. It is just that I have not physically seen him in two years and I did not miss him, now that I saw him and he left again I feel somehow lost inside my own chest. Now I know that I will miss him again and his presence through writing wont seem enough.

Ever since I came back from out short re-encounter I have been thinking: why is it that those who are most significant are the ones who are supposed to leave us behind?

We passed infront of our old office and we sighed. I want those days back, when we could be together everyday Physically and we had the chance to talk until the words evaporate into deep yet comfortable silence.

I have missed Najeeb so much, that I cant believe that a socially retarded person as myself actually has a true friend like this one.