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Writing is my dream!!!
Article posted April 28, 2009 at 08:01 AM GMT0 •
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Writing is dear to me as a secret recipe is to an old lady. It’s a boarding pass to my private world. Where I find myself rejoicing with my dancing thoughts. Where no one can interrupt me, or even reach me. I don’t go there more often, unless invited by my silentless need and boiling want to be there. I simply unwind and detent in writing. It’s my comfort and joy. I write, about anything and nothing. I try to voice my opinion, ideas or even imagination on papers.
I started writing when I was 7 years old in an attempt to keep me a diary. Then my writing grew with me and was there in every stage of my years. I always had this dream to become a writer. However I’ve always had something to keep me back. I wont let my age defeat me nor my full schedule delay me, I want to follow my dream...may be some day...some how ...my few lines would be read... and someone would say "well indeed she had what a writer needs!"
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Article posted April 28, 2009 at 08:01 AM GMT0 •
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You don’t have to change in order to impress!
Article posted February 24, 2009 at 11:33 AM GMT0 •
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You don’t have to change in order to impress!
The first thing we –as parents and teachers- start teaching our kids is that we’re all special in the eyes of God, and that everybody is different and unique for just being born so. This is also a beautiful slogan that we often use in reply to Skin-colored or ethnics’ discrimination.
Then as we grow in profession and time, this nice motto vanishes, or gets replaced with another jingle that serves our time and life scenario. Well to be honest, this is so confusing for me. Should what we grow believing in and preaching about simply disappear with time? Or this is just a social tool we use when we have to?
Next, we find ourselves splashing in paddles of stories (white lies) and many prestigious terms. Meanwhile, our ego becomes revolting around the same artificial feelings (being insincerely positive and nice) we create to fit various occasions. What does that mean? In other words, we forget totally about us being precious for whom we really are (paradigms and values). Instead we start wearing masks and desert ourselves to belong to a certain caliber of persons or groups. It’s true that part of human nature is to feel secured and count on other fellow humans. However, do we have to speak all the same language and wear the same outfit in order to belong to the same community? (Though, nowadays, the majority looks alike due to total make- overs!).
Nevertheless, was that the purpose of us being born free? What does freedom mean then? Is it copying others even with our opinions and feelings? This is scary- at least for me- to think that cloning was never a new invention; it was only a hidden formula that people used, way before, first on their inside. We worry too much about our environment, Nature and creatures. This is beautiful and we should all be doing so. But what about us? Aren’t we worth being thought of? Are we badly in need to change in order to feel loved?
My answer to this is “No”.
Enjoy being yourself, and dig deep inside until you discover your qualities and skills. You can always be better and work on yourself, but find who you are first.
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Article posted February 24, 2009 at 11:33 AM GMT0 •
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Can you ever say No!
Article posted February 16, 2009 at 07:21 PM GMT0 •
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Since I was a teen-ager and started to meet with the real world, I learnt to treat people equally, not to be judgmental, to carry people in my prayers, to put myself in others’ shoes and bottom line to become a good person. I always felt with others and listened to them. I also trained myself to love my enemies and forgive a lot. I never thought once of hearting anybody’s feelings nor let my friends down. That was really something that I’m proud of.
…I grew acquiring more skills and getting stuck to my paradigms. But I always felt uncomfortable with myself. Because I used to cater for others’ needs and demands neglecting my well being and squeezing out my energy and patience to the last drop.
In result, I never learnt to slow down, nor take it easy on myself. I actually had never said, “NO”, to anyone ever - though I really wanted to, so many times. Why? Because I always have considered it a natural reaction of empathy and caring. Well, I had maintained good relationships and my positive-attitude-account got more funds.
However, I realized, few years later, that I can’t go on like that. I’m who I’m and I’m happy with myself but I’m tired. Then, it’s about time to start using my “NO” when I have to. “No” to what exactly? Simply to say it out loud when I can’t take it anymore physically and mentally. I know that this might be Chinese to you. What’s she talking about? I’ll tell you.
If I can’t extend my 24 hours to keep every body around me (family, colleagues and friends) happy, it’s okay this is fact. I learnt that I should prioritize more and breathe more, for everything can wait and I need to relax. When I started doing so, I started enjoying my living better and give more. Nobody got harmed of my openness and honesty, on the contrary when I started verbalizing my No more to things I can’t do I got appreciated more.
I guess I always misinterpreted the concept of love. I can’t love the others if I don’t have mercy on myself. What do you think?
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Article posted February 16, 2009 at 07:21 PM GMT0 •
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A letter to my father.
Article posted January 23, 2009 at 07:31 AM GMT0 •
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Daddy....
I realized this morning that I've never told you how much you mean to me...or at least didn't get the chance to...because we were always busy solving a problem or too angry to think of ourselves for a minute... Well here...I wanted to write you instead, may be this time nobody interrupts:)
How can I start I don't know... I have right now 1001 memories of you and me turning in my head...I guess "I love you so much, Daddy" could be a start. You've been always my best friend and my best partner... I know how much effort you made - God knows how many days you spent in thinking of how to deal with me and my special thoughts. I can tell you now that you made it, Daddy...you did a perfect job in bearing with me and mostly trusting me... It meant a lot to me as a teenager and still means a lot whenever you consult me in any issue... You were the one who freed me from a bunch of silly superficial ideas of "LAZEM" and "3AYB".
I am now a mom and a wife who my husband and kids trust because of what you started with me... I can never say "I love you" or "Thank you, Daddy" enough... I know that I don't show it most of the time, maybe because I don't want you to feel sad or get emotional (and I hate to see you crying) or get any of your crappy thoughts of "I'm going to die soon...and nobody learns from me...etc..." Well, take another guess PRO. I learned a lot from you...your words run in my ears and come to me every time I'm in a situation that I saw you dealing with when I was a kid.... I want you to know all that because you deserve to hear it. No matter how stubborn or ears-blocked I might have seemed to you...the secret was that I was listening still to every word of you.
Daddy, you were, and still are, my idol; the person who I admire in this life. You're a fighter and a super flexible person ever. I don't like it though when you get angry and go out of your nature...but, well, I guess that the answer to this is obvious...nobody is perfect...
I pray God to keep you for me and I wish that you understand that even if I don't call you every 5 minutes it doesn't mean that I don't like you or I forgot about you or some other silly thought. I care about you, Daddy, so much and hold you always in my heart. I remember how I used to come and sleep next to you every night (I do) and how I used to hug you dearly when I was afraid of a movie or anything else...I remember our mornings together before going to UNI. and the silly breakfast I used to prepare for you and you pretended that it was the tastiest ever... I also remember how you used to give me my Anti-biotic and bring me delicious French Fries after... I remember how you used to teach me stuff...and so on... I cherish all that, Daddy, and keep it in my memory...
I feel happier now that I wrote you those few lines and hope that you know for sure how much you mean to me...
God bless you and keep you always safe ....
Love you always,
Your daughter
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Article posted January 23, 2009 at 07:31 AM GMT0 •
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Parents...Ah!
Article posted January 23, 2009 at 07:16 AM GMT0 •
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Parents (mum & dad) are the first people we open our eyes to see in this world. They introduce us to Humanity and keep our world safe. We grow and believe in them, trust them unconditionally, and copy them blindly. After all, they are our trainers and coaches. They taught us everything they know. They simply draw our world’s borders and widen its seas. And we grow…until we discover that we can do so many things alone, now, without their help. We became taller and older. We can walk alone and hold our apartment’s keys. We know how to address other people and have acquired more social and physical skills. We realize that we can take it from here and we start pushing them out of our daily schedule. We know what to do and when. We can think independently and make our own decisions. Life is alright and not very hard to deal with, so why are they so protective and worried about us? And more we know farther we push them. Why do they still insist to give us advice and aware us from the future? Don’t they know by now that we can take it from here? What do they want from us? Let us live our lives as we like; didn’t they live theirs? Can you believe those two? Don’t they see yet that we’re ready to fly alone? And more questions we share asking with our peers. “You won’t understand your parents, nor appreciate them until you become one.” It’s indeed a very nice saying that all parents around the globe enjoy repeating. They think very high of themselves and believe that they were heroes. Well, give us sometimes and we’ll show them who the heroes are.
All of the above was an excerpt taken from my life chapter book. These thoughts started in my adolescence and never stopped. Now all that I can add as a mother is, “Yes, this saying makes sense”.
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Article posted January 23, 2009 at 07:16 AM GMT0 •
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Do you have a minute for your brain?
Article posted January 14, 2009 at 09:20 AM GMT0 •
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Well it has been longtime since I sat with myself browsing through my thoughts. I was contemplating, the other day, in what I've done so far and what I failed doing. It's amazing how boosting it is to sort out your thoughts and check their expiry date. I found out that I had lots of pushed back cans of energy, patience and endurance. Once I got rid of the obsolete ideas, I got back a larger space to be filled with new fresh thoughts. This is how I started my 2009 with a promising space of mind to be cultivated later on during the year. So no big resolutions yet defined for me, but re-checked small goals to be accomplished. I think that it is not by coincidence that the IT department hummers us, every now and then, to defragment our computer disks. It’s in fact based on what the scientist discovered first in the human brain, as it was the model of the electronic one (Hard disk).
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Article posted January 14, 2009 at 09:20 AM GMT0 •
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Are you sure of what you're saying?
Article posted July 23, 2008 at 01:52 PM GMT0 •
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Once a person came to a wise man and told him that he has to tell him a very important information regarding one of the man's friends. So the wise man interrupted him and asked him to do a simple test-which he called "The three Filters' Test"- before allowing him to go on with his story.
Reluctantly, that person agreed.
"Are you 100 percent sure about the details of your story? Are you definite about how it happened and you can confirm every word you're saying?" the wise man asked, adding that this was the First Filter called TRUTH.
"No, I'm not quite sure…but the person who told me..." answered that person. Then letting him no more talking, the wise man said, “Then let us go to the second Filter called GOODNESS, and see if you're going to pass this stage now so you can tell me your story”.
"Is what your going to say about my friend brings him any good? Is what you plan to tell me positive and fair about him?" asked the wise man.
"Actually it's the opposite...I was going to tell you how he..." answered the person. Again, the wise man interrupted him saying that he must pass the 3rd Filter called BENEFIT now for him to proceed with his story.
“Does your story have a moral or a hidden message behind it? Does it teach me anything new or add to my knowledge any tip?” asked the wise man.
“In fact, I don’t think so” answered the person.
“Well if your story is not true, nor is fair about my friend or even useful for me, why did you want to tell me about it?” concluded the wise man. That person was very disappointed and left the wise man without daring to add a word.
Well this story was really touching to me and let me stop and think about how many times we say things- that are of no benefit for us or the others- just for the sake to brag or chat! The three Filter Test is a paradigm that I decided to add to my principles and refer to whenever I have something to say.
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Article posted July 23, 2008 at 01:52 PM GMT0 •
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Arab women and nicknames
Article posted July 4, 2008 at 07:09 PM GMT0 •
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How many aliases a woman could have? Do these nicknames affect her identity?
Here's my humble answer to the first question...
As a middle-eastern girl, I was born in a decent loving family and my community started recognizing me under my parents’ shadow- and because we live in a patriarchal society- they used to refer to me as my father’s daughter, so I was granted my first alias “Abu-Walid’s daughter”.
Next, I got married to a wonderful fellow, whom I cherish and love dearly. I suddenly was deprived from my maiden-name and also got a new nickname – because as you probably know, in the middle-east, we always follow our husband’s family name when we get married- so I became: “Mrs. X” and sometimes “Sam’s wife”.
Later, I was blessed with a beautiful young baby-boy who not only changed miraculously my life, but also added to my status a new alias- imagine this cute little thing to whom I gave birth- and so I became: “Eddy’s mom”.
Don’t misunderstand me please, I’m not complaining about being my proud father’s daughter, nor my beloved husband’s wife, nor my son’s loving mother at all. However, that’s so amazing and awkward how many times our status gets updated and acquires more adjectives. It’s really a mystery don’t you think?
In response to the second question, I don’t believe that all those nicknames affected my person, nor my identity by any means. Is it because of those special men who delighted my life? Well, “yes” and “no”. In fact, I was indeed lucky having them around, backing up my true entity and not trying to hide my personality nor burying my identity. However is it the case with all the other women around?
“Abu-Walid’s daughter”, “Mrs. X”, “Sam’s wife”, and “Eddy’s mom” are all parts of who I am, however, I like to be called “Salwa”.
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Article posted July 4, 2008 at 07:09 PM GMT0 •
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Everything comes from inside-out
Article posted July 4, 2008 at 05:24 PM GMT0 •
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You might have wondered sometimes about: “How can people be so cruel?”, “Why are they so judgmental?” or mainly, “Is what they're thinking of me true?”.
The answer came to me few days ago, when I started reading an extremely interesting book called “The 7 Habits Of Highly Effective People” for Stephen R. Covey; in which he talks about how logically you should start working on your inside -or what he calls “The Circle of Influence”. This circle simply embodies the factors which you have a direct control on such as your temper, your attitude, and even your responses. He says that this is exactly the zone where you should sow and cultivate with patience.
What would you reap in return? Well the answer is simply: working towards a better flexible you. Having more choices, and limiting the power of others’ weaknesses that constantly affect you in a negative way and push you towards the zone of regrets, self-pity and many worries that you have indirect control on - what he calls “the Circle of Concern”.
To conclude, all starts from inside-out. You decide if you want to live your life blaming others, conditions, and even situations for whatever come upon you. Or, stand up for yourself and be responsible- a “response-able” as he says- and make your own choices according to whom you really are, and the values you believe in. This decision comes only from within. This book is a true invitation for you to become a proactive interdependent person, in other words, to live in a balanced world between a better self-esteem and a high respect of others’ entity.
I think that this book represents an important turn-over in a person's life, or maybe, a station that one should stop at and start thinking deeper.
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Article posted July 4, 2008 at 05:24 PM GMT0 •
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My Voki
Article posted July 3, 2008 at 04:39 AM GMT0 •
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Article posted July 3, 2008 at 04:39 AM GMT0 •
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About the Blogger
Hello there. I'm a Arabic T.A. I'm a mother of 3 boys. I love kids and enjoy spending time in their world. I appreciate Arts and cherish Music. Books are my hiding place and writing is what I long to whenever I have a minute free.
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