The Craft of Living

A couple of days ago i was sitting casually infront of my TV screen with Leen playing with her toys on the ground infront of my sofa. While flipping the channels i stopped at one that has a program called "words of the heart". The hostess was a young beautiful veiled lady... and infront of her was an older woman who she referred to as "Doctora". I didnt know the interviewed doctor's name and i didnt care. SO i kept it for a while to watch what they were talking about discussing some woman's problem and the doctor said that she has been accussed of being harsh and hard on women... but she isnt and her advice comes from a mothers heart to her daughter! After a minute or two they got a phone call from a young lady who was telling them her problem and really didnt ask any questions for the doctor to answer. She went on saying that she was married to a pious man who was very good to her and her children. HE only had one problem.. that when he was angry or nervous...

Marwa Rakha an AUC graduate has written a book "The posion tree" and published it online after feeling like she was ripped off by her publishers. She has made her site for anyone who wants to publish a book they wrote for free and she even offers editors, designers and marketers for free. She promises her author friends to promote their books on her facebook group, twitter and whereever she can. Ive been reading her book about how guys are these days in egypt and how girls are as well. i must admit that she has written this book in a very nice style and her sense of humour truly shines through. Even though i might not agree with all her opinions and thoughts i still applaud her style since i really enjoy things that at some point or another make me laugh. So girls... i think all of you can relate to one of her stories and anecdotes... Im so sure you will enjoy it. Give it a shot. To download the book go to the link below: http://www.marwarakha.com/index.php?categoryid=13...

My fortune today on yahoo says "Take a moment to remember fourth grade" I found the idea fun and started recalling these happy childhood days. I remember i was in aldiyafa school (currently Aldiyafah highschool) When it was in Jumeirah in a small villa beside Abella supermarket and its principle was Mrs. Dikona (May her soul rest in peace). I loved her and i loved my class teacher (Mrs. Vasanti). It was,however, the first year i come in 4th place out of a full class... of 6 people! That was maybe the worst year i had. Not only was i the 4th out of 6 people i was also devasted because i was used to come in 1st or 2nd on 30 kids. So you can imagine how i felt. i was humiliated. But that was the only downside to this academic year. 4th grade was also the year i met my current sister. She remembers that she was told wonders about a girl she will be meeting in her new class. A girl who was sweet and friendly.. only to find a snob who called her a donkey on her first mistake or so...

I've been thinking lately how life where i come from has made people so cautious with everything they do. Cautious of how they speak and how they sound when they speak. cautious of every move, every gesture, every look... Cautious of petty much everything! I've visited a friend in the Middle East a couple of years ago. We went out together. And while we left the car to enter one of the shops i tucked my handbag under the car seat. She looked at me in wonder. "What are you doing?" she asked me so innocently!! So i so confidently replied " im hiding my bag so no one would break you car window to take it or something!" Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "No one will do that!!" Wow... look how life has made me and how life made her! I never thought that i feel insecure where i live... but these petty things were just gestures of caution. But there where she came from... these cautious moves werent even on her mind... I loved it! But after a while i...

Happy Eid everyone. Enjoy the la7ma and the fattah!! (That menu is sooooo not for me) Go out, travel, meet friends and the long lost family you never see or call. Now is the time to do it... Get up and do it. Yalla!

I have lately noticed how powerful the tone of our voices are. Of course i knew it was powerful from the start but today ive given it a deeper thought. Probably because i have a baby girl who i use all the different tones with. Have you noticed how we sound when we want to put a full stop after a sentence we say? There is a halt. for example.."Happy feast". Now try to say happy feast again and then follow it with an "and" meaning you have something else to say after that; for example.."happy feast and may next year be happier" Have you noticed how we tend to make the feast a little extended? "Happy feeeeast and..." Heheh so when u wanna tell someone this is the end of the conversation you really dont have to say it... you sound it! as in THATS IT. Now notice the tone of the question. The last word in the question always has a different tone... which implies expecting an answer. ANd then when you call someone's name... for example in my case...

For the past couple of days, one subject has been repeated infront of me several times. Questions and wonderments have been asked. So i decided to go online to one of my personally favorite sites youthink.com and publish a question. "Is homosecxuality a natural occurence ie people are born that way? or is a choice to live this way for some social reasons? And sure enough i got some interesting answers. Some said.. people are born that way.. others said its a sexual preference like liking burger king over mcdonalds :)ANd some said its a choice and a bizarre one. Ofcourse the answers i got were mostly non-arabs and non-muslims so it was mostly opinions that i wanted to see and relate to how those people feel or think for that matter. At the end of the day it wont effect me in anyway. But then i saw an AUC circular or newsletter stating that "Girls choose feminine companionship in AUC" and by companionship they dont mean friends they mean sexually active partners. Im not a...

Ad Finum On the white throat of useless passion That scorched my soul with its burning breath I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion And gathered them close in a grip of death; For why should I fan, or feed with fuel, A love that showed me but blank despair? So my hold was firm, and my grasp was cruel - I meant to strangle it then and there! I thought it was dead. But, with no warning, It rose from its grave last night and came And stood by my bed till the early morning. And over and over it spoke your name. Its throat was red where my hands had held it; It burned my brow with its scorching breath; And I said, the moment my eyes beheld it, 'A love like this can know no death.' For just one kiss that your lips have given In the lost and beautiful past to me, I would gladly barter my hopes of Heaven And all the bliss of Eternity. For never a joy are the angels keeping, To lay at my feet in Paradise, Like that of into your strong arms creeping, And looking into your love lit e...

Turns out that my only link to the world of english music these days is Queen of Shiba's song of the day. I mean i dont listen very often these days to Nile FM but the last song i heard on it was "my herat will go on-Titanic!!!" And NO it wasnt on those days when all of the radio stations played the song. It was Waaaaaaaaaaay past that time. Even though im so sure that if i listen to NIle FM now i will probably not recognize a single song but then again i havent heard new western songs for the past umm 4 years? Yeah!! In the car... my husband listen to arabic songs... if there was somthing good on. And to be honest... all the arabic songs now have almost the same beat. I guess the only difference between the songs is knowing who is singing it and imagining what they look like. Ofcourse.. im referring to people who you would want to imagine... Like Nancy Agram or Haifa or Elissa. Im also talking about guys imaginations and not specifically mine!! :) So now every morning i ...

Well... today i saw my friend Bassi's blog and i was inspired. She really does spill her beans! :) It's weird how we can feel the people speaking the words they write. And when you know someone for so long like Bassi and i do... you can really see through the written words. But it also makes me realize that there are things you cant really see when you talk to someone.. face to face... But it's so clear when you read it instead. Wow.. the power of the pen...( or in this case.. the power of the keyboard) :) Well.. looks like i might take this blog thing a little more seriously.. even though i dont think i have so many beans to spill everyday!.. I mean WOW... is my brain so empty so often? :) Who knows... maybe at some point ill have something important to say. Maybe i will inspire someone to do the same... and have a blog that is so translucent into the soul like Bassis' . Way to go babe. I luv luv your blog... cant wait to see your next post ;) Cheers love

Wow.. its been almost three years since i wrote anything. And while my first blog was made to comment on another friends blogs, this one still has nothing much to say. The latest news ive got is a 9 months old baby girl who has been the main subject of my online searches and offline shopping sprees. Its fun! Oh well... New Mothers out there.. HOW YOU DOIN??? *Joey tribiani style* :)