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Feels wierd

My sister just came in and told me that she's gonna get married and go to UAE by Eid Alfitr, God willing... now my initial reaction was that of , I don't knwo maybe shock... though she's been planning with her fiancefor ages, all that remained is to determain a date to carry out with the formal procedures, you know all that Jaha and engagement party kind of stuff...
 
The thing is, I just can't imagine her going away, leaving to be in another family... now it's not like we are those utopian sister, we don't have that intimate relationship sisters tend to have, we are different in almost every aspect, we hardly talk personal stuff... but I still can't wrap my mind around the idea... you know the idea! It's just that I still don't get the facts, that we have grown, we are no longer those little kids chasing around our neighours "kharoof el3eed" LOL sheep seemed like aliens to us :D anyways... see the point is, I graduated & started a job, my brother got into college and my sister is about to get married all in one year! And I still don't get it! I still feel like a college student myself, but I can't feel it away you know... However, this doesn't mean in anyway that I'm dissatisfied or something, conversely, I'm grateful for all of this... I'm happy, it's just that when things change, it might take sometime to register...
 
 

This is unbelievable!

Where were all those people hiding? all those cars to be more politically correct... have I been living on another palnet or what?
 
You know the working hours in Ramadan are just neat... from 8-3 is not that much... the problem is when you leave work and you find all those cars crammed in some avenue, all standing in a long queue that goes down from the third circle to God knows where it ends... Now we fuguered it would be easier to wrok an extra half hour, waiting for the road rage outside to simmer down... And if you tried taking another path through Abdoun, you are faced with the maze of detours. Can you believe it took me almost 45 minutes to get home today! Well, I think I'm lucky, since it took my friend one and half an hour to get to her home in Marca!
 
Seriuosly, someone's gotta do something about it... I mean, how abou that Gulf war or whatsoever traffic system... I mean, if you remember, cars with odd-numbered license plates were allowed on the streets one day, and cars with even-numbered license plate were allowed the next day. Don't know if it's quite feasible or appliccable now, but I'm desperate! Or, why not make some arrangement between companies.. I mean, why do we all have to go to work and leave at the same time? or why don't the companies provide transportation facilities for their employees?
 
SOMEONE STOP THIS MADNESS!

Ramadan Mubarak :)

I don't know whether it's on Sat or Sun, but I'd like to wish you all a very happy and blessed Ramadan. Hope you all will make the best of it

 
 

Just reminiscing

So today we went to visit my grandma after she got out from hospital. My two uncles and aunt were there too. It's been a while since we've had such a gathering...
 
Anyways, we started off talking about diets, politics, work, how wierd guys are (well that had to be discussed in a classified session) and a variety of subjects...
 
Anyways, the most interesting part came afterwards. I was sitting with my cousin in her room watching her working on some design, when we heard everyone bursting into laughter. She was like: "At last! someone's laughing here"...
 
The reason behind all these laughters was the one that has been the cgief cause of it. The were reminiscing the past. And when I say the past, I mean something like 50 years ago, in a small village in Palestine, Jerusalem, Silwan...
 
The stories of the people in "El7ara elfoka"  (The upper hood) has always been a great amusement. And today, I've heard stories I hear for the first time. Things that make you think: "Those people were leading such a simple happy life"...
 
Imagine someone knocking at your door at 3 AM, would you rise from your bed, not only to open the door, but also to receive those night visitors at your home, and keep chatting with them till the break of the dawn. Well, it happened back then in Silwan. My grandma's house was beside the bakery, so the women would come at 1, 2 or 3 AM... to reserve their turn in baking their bread first, or as my grandma would put it "be7meen dor"... And since the women can't stay waiting in the street, they all go down to my grandma's place, and stay there till the bakery is off and running...
 
Now, if you could imagine that, try to imagine you're soemthing around 18 or 19, ling you that he wants you to come with him now to ask for a girl's hand in marriage for someone else, and you just say: "It's cool, let's get going"! Then you walk all the way through bumpy unpaved roads, in the dark, then stumbling and falling down, and yet keep going on your quest. Then when you get to the bride's house, her mother tells you to go right from where you came, because two suitors are already carrying the chips over their shoulders for her... no need for more problems!
 
Even thsoe thatr happened to be scary bad memories, they become mere memories and you can clearly see the bright side now. Like when someone gave my fahter a bike, and told him to bolt down the road, without telling him that the bike had no breaks. So, my father figured that out as the bike sped down the road nad won't stop. He was shouting and yelling, but peopel thought he was hooraying our of joy or something. He was faced with a deep drop-off in front of him, and at the neck of the time, he steered off, hitting the wall, flying over and landing between two graves in the Jewish grave yard... Pretty spooky!
 
Well, there are tons of stories, now if it's my time to recall some stuff, I would remember how my dad used to tell us those stories over nad over when I was a kid... You can't get enough of that! Who knows who will we be telling them to next... 
 
 

Beautiful faces

 
Amazing what you can see in the eyes of a child, not to mention a Palestinian child...
I just found this site in my favorites, amazing pictures there...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Pictures courtsy of Anna in the Middle East

Iman was inspired

And liked to share the inspiration...
 
Name: Ola

Childhood abmition: Wasn't really an ambitious child, all I cna remember is that I wanted to be a teacher, or a college student

First job: Translator

First ‘real’ job: Translator

Fondest memory: Awww... I don't know!

Retreat: A walk, some solitude... many things could do I guess

Wildest dream: Well, on a trivial personal level, to be as professional a driver as taxi drivers1
 
Proudest moment: I don't know!
 
Perfect day: A day off, doing useful and interesting stuff, and a family gathering in the evening 
 
Indulgence: Shopping, daydreaming , chocolates (really makes me feel like flying),  sweets in general..

 
Soundtrack: Emily

Last purchase: If you mean somethign for me then it's the lovely mug I bought today, with a kitty and a doggy on it, and above them the caption "good friends"... I guess it wasn't basically for sale but I bought it anyways
 
Alarm clock: At 5:00 a.m daily; but I rarely hear it :(
 
People: worth knowing

Favorite book: Da Venci Code

Most used expression: saaaaa7?/ 3an jad!/ si7liyyeh/ wala isheeee/ 7ilo

Inspiration: Faith, necessity as the mother of invention...

News source: Variety

Biggest challenge: Self, but I'm not always winning :(
 
Religion: A way of life, ditto Iman

Education: A must, a passion, a can't-do-without

Pain: Natural, not as bad as it seems, a test

Happiness: A state of mind, ditto Iman
 
I am not big on tags, but I'm tagging Abed,  Weddo, The one, SimSim & Neverland


My new pencil holder

I bought this for the office, but not everyone is getting the joke!
 

Domestic Sexual Abuse in Jordan

I've been talking to a friend yesterday about this particular subject, and I just realized that it's way too complicated and sensitive issue that I thought. I suppose that all agree that domestic sexual harassment, or whatever it is called, is the most hideous form of sexual harassment ever. And when I say "domestic", I mean the one coming from relatives (i.e, uncles, cousins, brothers, fathers, etc).

 

I used to think that these things hardly exist in Jordan, given our Arabic and Islamic values. Sadly, those values seem to be entirely brushed aside, by less than senseless, sick and depraved people.  I was told that this subject coming from a girl has bad implications. Well, to hell with implications, I know that I am at the farthest point from those issues, thank God. It's a sensitive subject I know, and it's hard to bring it on the table But, I'm telling you, this attitude won't get us anywhere. If you are not suffering from this, that doesn't mean you have to detach yourself and neglect what's behind the scenes. Especially that, ironically, those who are being sexually abused are the last ones who are wiling t speak, and they are justified in that, someone's gotta do it for them.

 

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As awkward as it may seem, I think there's no way to get to the bottom of this problem except by bringing it to the light. And once the cat is out of the bag, it becomes hard to bring it back in. But, it's not so easy in practice as it may seem in theory. The first thing you have to bear in mind is, if you want get the testimony of a girl or a boy who had been sexually abused by a relative, that means you are undermining a whole household, and not everyone is ready to do that, not to mention the repercussions on the victim, given our traditional social system. An-other thing is the social consequences, meaning that going public with such an issue might cause a wave of panic and distrust among people from different families.

 

Well, this is one issue, and leaving a kid to suffer what could later ruin their lives and other people's lives as well is another. So, what do we do? First, if you still have doubts about the existence of such cases in Jordan, let me quote some of the stories I heard myself from people who were sexually abused in their childhood...

 

One of them, a girl in his early twenties, we were talking about general subjects which led to her releasing a long-held secret. She said she never told anyone about it, and seemed so uneasy after talking about it. She said she was home alone with a relative she highly admires. She wouldn't give me a name despite my pressing her to do so. She said that she was just a kid; nonetheless, she knew something was wrong. Till this day, she can' believe it happened. She even went back to doubt it happened, supposing that it was nothing more than an innocent physical gesture.

 

The other story is about a teenage girl, I don't know if I'm going to say this, but it's just too disgusting and abnormal to talk about. Maybe later...

 

Anyways, what do you think of a girl who is being abused continuously by a very close relative, then she just choke it up, and let him control her life! How could he convince her that he cares for her safety if he is the one who is violating her in the first place. How will she ever trust men is she couldn't trust those who are closest to her?

 

"It's not as bad as you might think" One victim said. Well, I think it is as bad as I think, actually it is worse than what any mortal mind is capable of gathering in a whole lifetime, and I think she thinks that too. But, why would she convince herself that it is not that bad? Apparently, trying to live with it...

 

I think I have to gather more of my mind, so I'll just use a common way-out... End of part 1

 

 

Good news, bad news

Well, long time no blogging! my eyes are blurring but I can't root myself up off the seat! Want the good news or the bad news first? Let's start with the good stuff: Go t my email back! yes, those guys at hotmail seem to be doing a good job! Now I'm working on my packed in box,pretty nice forwards there...
 
Another good news, It's my birthday! the first of September... Why is that good news? well, I'm 22 and I'm still alive! I've survived 22 years so far, thank God!You know this feel sweird because I don't feel like it's my birthday... it came really quickly! My cousins celebrated my bday a week in advance for technical reasons  Anyways, it's going well so far, no need to bore you with what seems like a n early midlife crisis rantings...
 
So, move on to the bad news? The bad news... Well, it's something that happened today and it bugged the crp out of me! It has to do with a problem I had earlier, it's liek I was an eye-witness, I made a mistake and there was a huge misunderstanding, really huge, cause by me! I admitted my mistake, but the misunderstanding continued to snowball...
 
Now, supposedly the problem was over and everythign went back to normal... Till I discovered today, as I sensed, that some of my close relatives, peopel I love and admire, peopel I don't want to get mad of me, seem to be so affected by what happened, and the problem is I don't really know  what exactly they were told, since there's been much sword-rattling, hocus pocus and gossip around
 
What annoys me is that, I hate it when my image in the minds of people I care for gets defromed, and I hate to think that they think that I'm an evil witch! It's possible that they think so now, and I don't know how I'm going to fix things up... I don't want to reopen the subject because it involves many people, and we could go back to having more and more problems...
 
Well, that was a good vent! I still think I have many thins ot talk about, but I can't gather my mind and II can barely open my eyes, think I should hit the hay now...
 
Ah, tomorrow,, God willing, I'm going to downtown Amman with Shaden and Hala! Long time since I last went there, I love that place...
 


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