Today I was in University's Hospital in the dentistry section. A coincidence led to the other and I ended up with a couple of friends in the Blood Bank.
It turned out that a friend's brother has cancer and he needs blood donation. Both of my friends tried to donate but one of them had weak blood , and they could not locate the veins of the other so I was the only one left to donate.
Needles do scare me, but at the moment I went boldly inside -I could not leave at that point- and Subhan Allah , it went smoothly and did not even hurt. I did not even get dizzy or pale and my blood level was 15.1!!!
When I went home I felt good. Very good. A cancer patient has my blood going through his veins , bringing him chances to get better. How great is that?
I plan o doing it often Enshalla :) Its Charity, and it costs me nothing.
I was raised by the wolves I guess. I dont go through ''actual'' tormenting and impulsive feelings. Everything I feel is negotiable. I cant be sure if I am actually sad nor mad or even offended. I have a huge amount of carelessness and very wide imagination , I can always imagine what things would be like if other things were different ,,, you know , I can imagine other scenarios so I dont feel things strongly ,,, they might simply be something else.
And so I thought of you. I thought maybe I was not that in love. Maybe I was not that attached. Maybe its just a phase. I almost got to believe that it eventually evaporated and ended.
But today I saw a person playing with a letter as he pronounced it just the way you do, and I remembered you.
And I saw a person sticking his hands in his pockets and then lifting the pockets up as yoy used to do and I remembered you.
It is not that you only crossed my mind then , no , it is that your existence was reincarnated with a simple detail that's attached in my mind to you.
Death is so hard ,,,, so hard for the mortal insignificant human beings who cant understand it nor endure it ,,, it crushes my soul every single day ,,, I miss you
Dr Ibraheem Al Fakeeh was a trend for a while. People talked about him a lot , they bought his books and watched his video and turned him into an actual headache. Then as usual -and as people tend to be mostly- they forgot him and they moved towards other trends.
He is a man of knowledge, he is no fashion style nor make up trade mark . Knowledge does not go out of style , but the world today has turned into a consuming contest and this man was consumed.
Today he died. A very painful and sad death. Sadly his death reminded me of him after all this time,,, I searched his videos and this short video filled me with hope and the usual guilt of not working hard enough. It also made me feel Ok about his death. At least he has lived, he has changed lives and thats what really matters.
و وجهك يثير الأسف. عندما أدقّق في تفاصيله و أرى زاوية فمك المتواطئة مع حاجبك المائل، وكأنك في حالة تشكيك دائمة بكل ما تراه. و كذلك الأخدود الرقيق الذي تتركه نظارتك في مساحة صدغك التي تصل عينيك بأذنيك.. هذا الأخدود الذي يحمرّ و يبيضّ تِبعاً لمدى انهماكك في الأشياء - في التفكير، الدراسة، العمل ، الضحك، أو الصمت- و لكن أكثر ما يثير الأسف في وجهك، هو ابتسامتك الفاترة المسالمة. ابتسامتك التي توحي برجل ما عاد بإمكانه أن يُدهَش. توحي برجلٍ رأى كلّ شيء... بما في ذلك أنا.
Today was my first day of classes and as our Oud course ended on Thursday , today was my first day to go out with my Oud since 21 days.
It actually felt weird without it!! People used to stare a lot when I held with me , but I reached the point where I could totally forget about the entire population staring at me and just feel the happiness of having him on my side or on my shoulder.
Today I walked without him and I missed him a lot. I kept touching my hard finger tip , the finger tip where I lost all feeling because of practising and pressing on the strings. I kept telling myself that if I dont practice enough then my finger tip would go soft again.
When I got home , the first thing I did was going to my room and hugging him. Then I took of his leather bag and I practised and practised. I played a song for Haleem and it felt awesome.
I know how freaky this sounds , but I love him I love him I wanna scream
This was - by all means- the best vacation of my entire life.
I got to wake up everyday and leave my house , go out to spend 3 hours on my own reading and writing and contemplating and then I learned Oud for 3 beautiful hours.
It was not good at home - it never were as everything I do is interrupted none stop- but sometimes I got to practice what I learned and I studied the music theory.
Tomorrow we are going back to class and for the very first time ever since I got to the univeristy I feel burdened by the thought that the vacation is over.
Tomorrow the last semester of my college life is starting and I am full of reluctance, mixed feelings and anguish. May God help me down this road
This video brought tears to my eyes. It has been a year since the Egyptian Revolution started and yet the ones who killed the protesters have not been punished. I cant even start imagining what must be going through the minds of the fathers and the mothers of the martiers , I just wanna pray for Egypt and for the accomplishments of its revolution. I pray that people's effort will not be wasted and that justice will finally apply in that beautiful beautiful country.
Her name is Ola Muath. She lost her battle with cancer yesterday. I did not know her but I read her blog: http://shammless.blogspot.com/
I was reading through her blog today as I was down with the flu. I felt ashamed of feeling sick. What do I know about sickness? What do I know about anything. It takes only brave people to go through all of this , and still smile.
I found the movie by accident while watching TV in my cousins house and i could not resist the seduction.
I watched it again , and when we got to the scene where Haleem died I felt that kind of agony and as soon as I was alone with myself I cried for a good while.
Thinking of Haleem makes me cry ,,, cry a lot , because I love him , I miss him and I feel like i know him. Also I feel like I was born a little bit too late and I could not be in the same era as him.
I thought of him , an orphan who always felt unwanted in the all the houses he lived in , who was denied his only love and who was destined to be alone as he went through 61 surgeries ,,, I felt so humanly weak and sad.... Sometimes the humanity is just too sad to be handled ,,, ~sigh~
Ever since I was a child I was always terrified with my Mom's continuous eagerness towards arranging closets and drawers. She would them turn them over and start arranging everything inside them.
My little sins were always discovered in such events.
Today she decided to clean up the ruins of my library -and here it is not a metaphor , they are actually all my books that were left without shelter as she gave away the closet to my brothers house- and as always I felt that uneasiness towards the whole thing.
I felt totally naked while my Mom, aunt , brother and sister in law were arranging the books , because each page had in it a peace of paper that has things that I wrote many many years ago , or tree leaves and things that mean -or used to mean- something only to me , and would absolutely look ridiculous to anyone besides me.
In the midst of all that mess I found the file where I kept Ahmad's letters. I saved the file and left the scene because as I have this file then nothing else matters.
Ahmad was my first love. I dont know anything about him now , and he has changed in my perspective now that he is not a person anymore, he is more of a symbol to my enlightment.
I stopped loving him a long long time ago , but his letters were filled with wisdom , philosophy and literature and every time I read them I see something new in them. Mostly I see what he saw in me meanwhile I was a 15 years old distracted teenager.
For what its worth, I dont recall ever having a solid and durable feeling as this one. This gratitude to this guy who came into my life for 5 simple months and transformed me from a close minded child to a young lady with so much potential.
Today , and after a long while of not reading Quran nor being able to concentrate in it ,I went down to the library's oratorio an I read a page from Surat Maryam. After only one recital I memorized the page!!! I read it again and again from my memory and I was stunned by me tone! I never read Quran with this tone. I have always kept the same tone ever since I was a kid , but today I sounded so different and so ,,, so in touch with the words.
Then I went to my Oud class. I sucked!! I was not prepared because I did not get to practice this week and my teacher got me! He was like : We are gonna send you over to the mice room (I wish he would , then I will HAVE to practice) then for the last 45 minute of class we sang songs on the Maqam we studied today.
Today we studied Maqam Ajam , and he asked us to think of songs that were composed on this Maqam. I started saying names of songs and I was right! They were Ajam , and I felt like singing so I started singing and my teacher played the Oud.
It was so amazing that I forgot about the rest of the class and I was hung over the music all alone. God it was amazing!!
I have always wanted to sing out loud , never actually did it - dont know why- but today I flied with the words,,, I was so happy!!
God am so happy .
Today a friend - Hakeem- saw me in the Deanship's Cafeteria and he said that my eyes are glowing with happiness,,,, How accurate was that!
اليوم التقطت صديقتي آلاء هذه الصورة لي في حصة العود. دخلت كالريح ، التقطت الصورة و خرجت. و عندما عدت في المساء و وجدت
الصورة على صفحتي على الفيس بوك شعرت بالنعمة.. قلة هم اولئك الذين يتسنى لهم أن يسجل لهم أحدٌ ما أعلى لحظاتِ حياتهم.
هذه اللحظة كانت لحظة نشوة ...اليوم تعلمنا عن المقامات الموسيقية ، و بعد كل الحصص الماضية التي كانت حافلة بتمارين الأصابع و الاوتار و التي لم ترتقِ إلى ما كنا نتخيله عن ''حصة العود'' جاءت حصة اليوم كالسلوى، لنتكلم فيها عن الفكرة التي تحوك بخاطر الموسيقى عندما تتنقل من مقام إلى آخر.
مرة أخرى خنقني العود ...
مرة أخرى شعرت بأجيال البكاء التاريخي تتدافع داخل رأسي و تبلل تفكيري ، و شعرت بأن العود و بعد مغازلة طويلة صرّح لي بأنه قادمٌ إليّ ليمحو كل ما قبله... قادمٌ ليبكيني و يضحكني و يغرقني بالوجل و الشوق و النشوة و الأسى و الوجد و كل الأشياء الأخرى التي لا أسماء لها.
أنا اليوم أشعر بنوع نادر من راحة البال . باليقين بأن الدهشة التي كانت تغمرني عندما كنت طفلة ما تزال ممكنة ، وبأن شهقة الانبهار بالأشياء ما تزال ممكنة ... اليوم أشعر أنني لم أرَ كل شيء و لم أعتدْ كل شيء و أنني ما أزال صغيرة جداً ، و أن دنيا الربّ ما تزال حافلة بالتفاصيل الصغيرة ، و الأفراح العظيمة ... كفرحتي بالمقامات .. المقامات على سبيل المثال لا الحصر.
It has been almost 10 days since Megavideo was shut down and ever since I have not seen not one episode of anything! Not in English nor in Spanish.
I came back from Spain 7 months ago , and ever since I have not watched an actual TV holding the remote in my hand. Its just impossible in my house and all the other houses of my family because people are watching the news all the time. I know its so shallow and self abosrbed to worry about my TV shows while people are being killed everywhere, but this is almost my only time alone and it has been taken away.
I miss Megaupload and the infinite streaming ,,, If I know I would lose it I would have never complained the 72 minutes restriction.
Efffffft ,,, I dont know what else to say really! Why the freaking LAW now?!! We have used those copyrights for so long that they belong to no one anymore God Damn it!
Today I finished teaching the second course in my life. I have not talked about it earlier because it was a very short course , 5 classes of 3 hours each.
It was an important experience . My students enjoyed it way much than I did , but I could not help but be pressured with many factors. First of all that my students this time were my actual colleagues , which made it hard for me to be as strict as I tend to be usually (when it comes to things like arriving on time, taking notes of the piles of things that I am writing on the board and letting me decide what are we gonna discuss , when and how). It is not that I wanted to be a class dictator, but it bugged me that some of them could not tell the difference between Takwa the friend and colleague , and Takwa the teacher.
Another thing that pressured me was that I was -for the very first time- teaching in an actual room in the University of Jordan!! This is my plan for the future , to be a doctor who teaches Spanish in JU , so finding myself in the room TEACHING got into me the first few hours.
Besides that , it was a great course , I got to teach a lot of useful stuff and elaborate in many many aspects. Still I feel like I have a long long way to go until I can be half the teacher I wanna be.
Enshalla God will give me help and guidance to achieve that.
كنا مش حاسين بقيمة والامل موضة قديمة بس في ثانية افتكرنا ان بلادنا عظيمة ارفع راسك انت مصري انت واحد من اللي نزلوا الميدان إنت وقفت جمب جارك في اللجان انت رجعت المصري بتاع زمان شايف الدنيا بشكل تاني السما صافية سامع اغاني واللي اتيغر فيا هوا طعم الحرية في لساني بيقولوا مصر هرم ونيل ونسيوا المصري الاصيل اللي ساعد الجد دايماً يقدر يعمل المستحيل ارفع راسك فوووق انت مصري
This song gives me the chills.
Hold Your Head High ,,, You are Egyptian ,,, You are one of those who stood in Tahrir. You stood up for your country and for that -only for that- you are worthy of respect till the eternity.
Happy First Anniversary of the Egyptian Revolution
يغيب اشتياقي إليها كحمّى، تهدر أحياناً على جوانب دماغي، و في أحيان أخرى تغيب كأنها لم تكن في حياتي يوماً.. بل تغيب و كأنها لم تكن يوماً في العالم.. تغيب تماماً كطفلٍ يلعب الغميضة، و يجلس في مخبئه كاتماً ضحكة خبيثة.
غرناطة .... غرناطة .....غرناطة و كل ما تبقّى في الدنيا هراء خرائط
أجلس الآن في زاويتي في الجامعة الأردنية ، و عندما أنظر إلى الوراء، أدرك أنني أملك الآن بهاء و كمال تلك الأيام. أملكه الآن كاملاً لا شية فيه. الحنين ليس لي ، فانا أدرك ..أنا أعرف .. أنا أضع كمال الذكرى في جيبي الصغير.
إن كانت تلك الأيام قد علمتني شيئاً فقد علمتني أن الحياة خلقت لنحياها على عجل، ثم لنرويها على مهل.
عرفت - حتى أعمق نقطة في تكويني - أنني لا أريد أن أدخل الجنة لمجرد أن أنجو من النار ، أو لأتنعم بالنعيم الأبدي .. بل أريد - و أعتزم- أن أدخل الجنة لكي أتحرر من مفهوم الزمن. أريد أن أكفّ عن نزف الدقائق و الساعات و الأيام، و أريد أن أمضي إلى الأمام دون أن أرى شظايا عمري تتناثر خلفي.
غرناطة أسكرتني بهذه الرغبة لأنها صغيرة و عميقة. شوارعها معدودة ، زواياها معدودة ، و طرق الضياع فيها محدودة ، و كلما مشيت في زقاقاتها كنت أرى بوضوح أكبر مظاهرةً من الدقائق التي تقفز في وجه الأبدية محاولةً أن تثبت وجهة نظر ، بينما الأبدية تزيحها كالغبار و تلقي بها إلى النهر ... إلى البحر .. إلى مزبلة التاريخ.
غرناطة الصغيرة تحبني و أحبها و تملكني ، و لكنني لا أملكها، و لهذا كان سيف الزمن مسلطاً على رقبتي.. لم أكن أنظر إليها بعينيّ، بل كان دماغي كله يتحول إلى اسفنجة تحاول بكل ما أوتيت من قوة أن تغب غرناطة كاملة، حتى إذا انتهى الزمن و ما عاد بإمكاني أن أراها، كان بإمكاني أن أستحضرها من ذاكرتي ، و أن أعيشها من جديد في نعيمي الشخصي جداً.
أذكر بوضوح، يوماً كنت فيه في زقاقة من زقاقات البايثين، حيث يرفع المرء رأسه و يرى - على حين غرة- في فسحة الأفق بين بيتين ، يرى جانباً من قصر الحمراء، و جانباً من جبل السبيكة ، و جانباً من نهر الداررو .. يرفع المرء رأسه و على حين غرة تهاجمه الجنة و هو في منتصف دنياه!
و هنا يشعر الإنسان الفاني بفرط سخافته... بشدة ضعفه.. بمحدودية إدراكه .. كنت حينها أقول: ماذا يفعل المرء بهذه الكمية الخرافية من الجمال، و كيف يتعامل مع ما تبقى من حياته؟ ماذا أفعل الآن؟
كنت حينها أفكر أن اجلس.. أفكر في أن لا أدع هذه اللحظة تمضي .. كنت لا أملك الوقت .. لا يوجد وقت، كان هنالك ساعة رقمية ضخمة تدق في كنف روحي تعدّ الثواني عدّاّ عكسياً و تدفعني للركض، للصراخ ، لترجّي الأبدية لكي تمضي على مهلها. و لهذا كنت أظل واقفة صامتة شاخصة البصر ، و أنفق عملة الوقت التي لا أملكها، كمتسول يهَب ما تسوّله إلى متسوّل آخر.
لم أكن اجلس. و هنا أريد أن أشكر براز الكلاب... أريد أن أشكره من أعمق أعماقي لأن الحياة لا يمكنها، و لا ينبغي لها أن تكون بهذا الكمال. سأذهب إلى الجنة و هناك سيكون لي غرناطتي. غرناطة لي لوحدي، كحلم الفاتح القديم الذي جاء إلى غرناطة فأسَرَتْه فأحضر حضارته كلها و جاء لينام في حضن مدينته و ليطيل أمد هذا الحلم.
غرناطة . غرناطة .. غرناطة
ليست مدينةً و لا قصراً، و لا نهراً يجري هارباً من الأسوار.. غرناطة هي لحظة مستديرة ثابتة كاملة في وجه الأبد ، و هي المكان الذي نظر إلي فيه الله و دعاني بكلمات واضحة إلى مملكته الأبدية.
There has been a lot of talking about snow in the last few weeks but it never actually snowed until today.
I was not thrilled about it, I stopped getting thrilled about snow ever since I left school , because by then I wanted any miracle to take place in order to skip the day at school.
Today it started snowing while we were in the Oud class. The administrator of students clubs asked our teacher to stop the class and dismiss us, so he asked us: do you want me to dismiss you? and we were like: Nooooo , we want to go on.
People started leaving and there was no body left but the students of Arts club.
Our class was just amazing and some little snow was not a valid reason for us to miss on it.
When our class ended I went out to wait for my parents and I stopped by the Library waiting , gazing into the horizon and listening to Majida Eroumy singing akhraj men matafihi el jareeda.
I was simply happy. Maybe the happiest.
My teacher passed while I was waiting , he did not see me , but I saw him , his forehead and eyebrows garnished with snow and his Oud leaning in his shoulder like a new born baby. He is such a delight.
My parents came later , we had some trouble with the car , but we made it home and ther eI stayed with my Oud being the happiest person in the world.
The thought that this is my Third first class got on to me for a while but as I walked to class I felt that huge huge feeling that music gives me.
It is not something that I can actually explain with words , but as our teacher made us repeat a very simple silly-appearing exercise I felt that this is the secret of discipline. A thing that I never actually lived nor experienced , maybe a thing that I intentionally skipped in order to be free. But as I repeated the exercise started feeling the cords as they move strongly under the pick and they sound differently. It just huge ,,, It makes me happy and makes me feel eternal.
Our teacher played for a little while, maybe a minute, and I could not look at him ,,, My neck just went to the other side and I disconnected for a second. The sound of Oud live is a drug , it suffocates me!
I really went home suffocated with all the things I never actually cried ...The sound of music is so deep and thick , it pressures something in me and therefore it makes me a better person.
If you know any teenager , between the age of 12 and 16 get them Paulo Coelho's ''Alchemist'' as a gift and make sure they read it. After a number of years -that may vary from a teenager to the other- they will thank you for giving them the chance to see a true and thorough meaning in all things that have happened to them in life. Alchemist in not a novel ,,, Its a Perspective.
Toto San ♥
Now I dont care what my mark will be , but i feel great , I feel relieved that after all those years of being academically harassed by signatures that I dont know what they want from me , neither what I want from them , this class has shown me that justice is possible in this world. That a nerd like me who has spent the best years of her childhood reading , can go to an exam feeling like a Boss!! This is my thing , this is what I excel at , and am so proud of what I have read for this test and the way my reading was tested ,,,, Ohhhh I am happy :)))
It has came back to me!! that great huge , urge , need , longing and willing to go back to Spain , it has came back to me.
When I came back the last time I was tired , maybe devastated and I thought I will need loads of time to be able to be on my own again in a big big country again. But its back! The feeling that I wanna leave on the first plane without looking back ,,, and just go there , learn More Spanish , Loads of language and knowledge , go to new cities , and fight with atheists over religion.
I can do it , I wanna do it , I wanna go back.
That girl whom I was on 2009 , who did not look back , did not miss a face and did not waste a moment in Spain , she is back! She is me ,,,, God I wanna graduate and do whatever it takes to leave again ,,, Am thinking Toledo? Barcelona? Maybe Malaga ,,, who knows ,,,, Godddddd i am back
My entire life , I have hid a novel under the book that I am allegedly studying. Today , that I have a novel exam I enjoyed every novel and studied with my room's door unlocked.
So I intentionally pick a year every once in a while , in which I dont wish to celebrate the "New Year" , its so lame!! Facebook is impossible with all those people going nn stop about the new year! Buzz off
Hay momentos cuando la música de fondo que rodea mi alma es un canto Flamenco triste y alargado. Hay momentos que son nostalgia pura y soledad dentro de mi propia piel. Hay momentos que tienen un solo remedio ,,, una sola palabra,,,, un solo lugar ... Hay momentos cuando todo es Granada.
It has been so long since I last sat to watch anything on a TV screen.
Ohhhh , I dont even know from where to start talking about this great absence of TV in my life, i cant imagine that I have survived all that time TVless ,,,God ,, God ,, God
Anyways , I am here to talk abut something else, which is Woody Allans movie "Everyone says I love You''. I did not get to watch it since the beginning but I loved all the parts that I watched.
The parts where a big family was shown, with half sisters and half brothers and a woman (Goldie Hawn) lived happily with her actual husband and kept a great relationship with her ex-husband (Woody Allan).
I also loved the parts where the narrator of the movie -one of the daughters- fell in love and out of love in no time and thought of each guy as ''the one'' . I adored how gently she picked up her hopes and moved to another story without regrets. But mostly I loved Woody Allans intense search for the perfect woman as he still had feelings to his ex wife.
This is what I love about Woody Allans movies , they are written in the most realistic tune. Sometimes in movies they present an idea to us as ''established''. For example: Y still has feelings for his ex-wife X. And thats not realistic , feelings are not fixed , they come and go and they changed. Those ideas are never fixed nor established. So the movie went on in a very smooth way showing us how everyone -at the end- kept struggling each day with the same questions, no surprising nor astonishing end , just the same questions over and over again being dealt with in a positive way and a true well to live.
Today I went to Irbed to Techno University to attend my uncle Mohammad's graduation seminar. It was one of those days,,, you knowm when everything is so perfect and energetic , I spent the entire day taping and taking pictures of people dancing and singing , but when I got to the bus on my way back to Amman I just felt the huge ''existential emptiness'' that usually comes after ''Big Endings".
Now I look around and I find my very two best friends flipping the pages. Maymoona and I were together and I felt like I have never actually ''realized'' the fact that she is married until today. (I spent the entire day with her) . I witnessed how does she move as a very very pregnant lady who is puffing and thinking about going home, and I saw her take 6 or 7 phone calls from her husband throughout the day and how she took them with a very good spirit.
And Mohammad is now graduating and he might be finding his way away from here ,,,and this makes me think -the very egocentric but valid question- :What about me?
How will life be from now on? We are becoming Grown Ups ... Are we?
You know what? I am bored. So God Damn bored to be explaining over and over and going on talking on and on about Palestine and about our sacred eternal right in that land.
I would understand that I will have to explain to the ''others'' to the Jews , to the Zionists to the west , but having to explain to the ''us'' is just preposterous.
Since when Qatar gets to decide the Palestinian map? since when Qatar gets to decide anything? Since is Qatar even a country!!
I dont know if there is anything to be said about how fast does tie pass us by , or about how amazing that city was, or how tiny does a person feel infront of that ridiculous amount of beauty and art.
I miss Barcelona a lot. I always think of it as an unfinished business. Enshalla I will go back and live with this city the story that it deserves.
This is the only thing that I can come up with for now ....
I dont remember in my life a spiritual pause as long as this one. I have been silent for two weeks now and I dont know what I may add, it just seems that everything has been said and that there is nothing more to be done or said except for clinging to Gods will and waiting for his consolation,,
Until then , I will write about usual stuff ,,, normal stuff ,,, stuff of everybody ....
I feel so naked talking in a blog that anybody can read. But its that I dont want to talk to the friends who are eager to listen to me. I dont know why,,,They insist and I just nod , maybe because I know that once I utter it , it would look small and it is not.
This picture is the saddest. The saddest ,, the saddest of all. But what is even more sad is Izzie when she said: ''What about me?".
Really , what about me?
For the first time in my life I feel burdened with my own self. I have no plans , no ideas , no different perspectives. My mind is blank ... white ... empty ... and time goes by so slowly
Look at this picture. I posted it a year ago with this caption: Takwa Masadeh >>> The Happiest Woman Alive.
I am a happy happy person. I can generate happiness inside me. Little things can make me really happy , and big miseries sometimes cant manage to attract my attention. I am gifted when it comes to making happiness.
A girl once stopped me in a corridor in the university and she said to me: You dont know me , but I feel that you glow with energy, I love to pass you by, it makes me happy.
I am THAT jovial.
But today I dont want to leave my bed. I wish that a miracle would have the decency to happen so I will not have to leave my room and go to the real world and talk to the real people.
I just wanna concentrate in my grief. I wanna grief ,,, its my right , I dont want anyone telling me that I should not cry or I should get over things. No No No I dont want to hear anyone say anything about me ,,, no one knows the storm thats happening inside of me, so please dont direct words to me ,,, I am out of the ''linguistic'' reach.
A Linguist: simultaneous interpreter, translator and a foreign languages teacher. Spanish is the apple of my eye and Russian is my current purpose in life.
