Have you ever wondered where
your mind has been on a particular moment? You know those things that are real
and happened for real yet they seem to be completely wiped out of your consciousness,
as if for a moment you stepped out of yourself and went to live in another
world… Few moths ago I was with a
friend in So we were standing in the
middle of the mall trying to decide which way to go to reach a certain store, I
guess it was Accessorize, you know that place that looks all colorful and sparkly
yet when you get in, even if to buy some cheesy gift for a little girl most of
the things are grossly overpriced so you end up buying nothing? Anyway… We were discussing which way
to go, finally agreed on how to go about it, checked out some stores finally
sat to have some lunch. So as we were having lunch (more of a supper), or maybe
just before that I can't really remember but it's really irrelevant, my friend
said out of nowhere: "It's wired how some guys
put themselves in awkward situtations" I was curious why she was
saying that so I asked her what's the occasion for this, so she said: "That guy that came up to
you while we were deciding on which way to go" I was like, "what
guy?" So she said, "That guy,
he stopped in front of you and asked you "where do you want to go?"
and you completely ignored him so he went on his way! I was surprised actually
at how spontaneously you handled the situation" Well that's because I didn't
even see or hear the guy! I couldn't remember any of that, as if there was a mist
screen that made me not see him or as if that moment was blocked out so it
didn't register to my conscious mind! I wondered that maybe he was
someone I know and he was trying to say hi in a rather unusual way, I don't
know but I hope not because it might've made me look really bad! I'm still curious… who on earth
was that person, why didn't I see him and most importantly, was that the only
time something like this happened? If only there was a way to
know!
Although he had lung
cancer, his death came as a surprise to everybody. Few months ago they said the
cancer has taken a tight grip over his lungs and he was a goner. A while after
that the good news came that he was doing amazingly well, he even went on a few
months later to open a new Medical complex, after all he was a doctor and his
job was to save lives. Everything seemed to be working out well, until a
patient came in and sneezed. It didn't take the
H1N1 much time to claim his life. His immune system was fried with all the
chemo, and within few days his family received a phone call just before dawn,
telling them that their beloved father and husband has passed away. He was a good man, and
he had such a great family that we all loved, so it was only natural that
people would pour in to pay their condolences. As soon as we saw the mother and
the children we hugged them and cried with them, despite the warnings of not
making too much contact out of fear that the swine flu might still be hovering
over his loved ones. His wife spoke about
how he used to spend Ramadan nights praying and reading Qur'an, how he used to
do the prayers even when he was in the ICU, and how sometimes he couldn't
finish because he'd passed out. She'd alternate between crying out of sorrow
and smiling at the good memories she had of him. Just before we left
the wake a certain piece of news spread like wildfire. His daughter also had,
or maybe still has the swine flu. Well, what can you do other that hope that
you didn't catch any of it… As we left the wake we
began exchanging stories about the people who attended. Some people had
anti-bacterials that they used all the time. Someone came in with a mask
dangling on his chest, which he clearly got rid of when he saw that no one else
is using one. Someone arrived at the house but decided that he's not getting in
and took of. So at last we all
concluded that we might have been exposed to H1N1, but what can you do? You
just pray that it doesn't hit you, but even if it did, it might not be the
worst thing in the world. According to my uncle's wife, people who get the
swine flu this year should consider themselves lucky, for the virus is
relatively mild now, while next year it could be more developed and more powerful. The bottom line is
that it's just another flu, you just
need to take the right antibiotic for it, which is the Tamiflu. If you get the
symptoms, don't just take any kind of antibiotic because antibiotics could be
dangerous if taken wrong. So there's really no reason to panic, they even are
not keeping people at hospitals anymore, if you go to a hospital complaining about
swine flu symptoms they just give you the Tamiflu and tell you to stay home for
a week. On the bright side, I
woke up this morning to find that my mother had prepared two jugs of fresh
citrus juice. Well, we can use some vitamin C you know! May Allah rest the
doctor's soul in peace, and give us whatever is better to have, flu or no flu!
So, I'm at home working on this episode on the
Doctors where they talk about calorie burning and exercises and what not, so
they bring a blueberry muffin and ask how much exercise it takes to burn the
calories from it. 33 minutes of jogging or 115 minutes of weight lifting. Well,
that's too much if you ask me, so being a person with a very sweet tooth I
started rationalizing right away, like "yes but if you eat it in the
morning and you're active throughout the day bla bla bla… anyway. I've been craving
something sweet since I woke up this morning and this just made it worse!
Because when I want something sweet I really mean it! I don't negotiate much
with my body or try to say that it's fooling me, you want sugar, sugar it is! So, I was bored and I already needed to buy
some stuff so I decided to go to Miles in So, I finished my shopping and among other
things I bought a yogurt fruit snack (don't let the name fool you, it's not
THAT healthy) and a decadent marzipan and dark chocolate bar. Now I don't usually eat when I'm driving but this
was serious business. I needed my sugar! I even suspect that some of my mood
swings may be caused by missing out on my daily dose of sugar. So, I opened the
package of the fruit snacks, and followed that with the marzipan bar, but I was
surprised when I started to feel my blood sugar going up half way through the
bar. I thought that was good because usually my threshold for sugar intake is
very high. I could consume large quantities of sugar before feeling the need to
offset the balance. So, I wrapped the rest of the bar, put it in my handbag and
drove on. As I was driving on in euphoric manner, be it a
nice Friday morning, very light traffic, with all that sugar in my blood it
occurred to me as I was passing the spot where I was fined twice for speeding,
it occurred to me to look at the meter, and there came the surprise! I was
doing 110 km/hr! Of course the speed limit there is 80 km/hr, which means 90
km/hr earned you a 20 JD's ticket and 110 would probably cost you a little bit
more. Thankfully the under-cover patrol car wasn't there but it wasn't only
about this, I have never driven on the street with this speed! And I didn't
even feel it! I imagined what if one of those big trucks came in from the
side-road on the right or what if the car in front of me suddenly decided to
slow down? Anyhow, thank God nothing happened. I finished
the marzipan bar before I got home while thinking that I should never have
sugar while driving, got home to continue working on doctors, thinking that I
should share some of those healthy tips, but to say that I learned my lesson,
well, let's hope so.


I'm joy bundled, innocence personified, hope renewed, love defined, faith fortified, dreams coming true, life in its purest form…
I'm beauty untainted: a cloud formation on a summer day, the first rays of sunshine caressing the surface of the ocean, the ripple of a stone in a crystal-clear lake, I'm the reflection of a smile in a mother's tear…
I'm a proof that God exists, truth unquestioned, humanity unaltered…
I'm not the eyes with which you see, not the tongue with which you speak, not your heart that beats with life, not the air you breathe, not the blood that runs in your veins, not the light that guides your way, but I'm a part of all that, and with that you shall cherish me…
I'm a wave leaving the shore, a gust of eastern wind, a touch of flawless Art, a refuge from the complex, a taste of the mystic…
I'm here, I'm finally here.
I can't
remember the last time I wrote something just for the sake of writing, if ever,
but the thing about writing as I
came to learn is that even when just write without a certain purpose in
mind, you begin to have more and more
reasons to write. Your thoughts start to pour in, sometimes they are cascading
that you don't know where to start or how to stop. It's an independent form of
thinking, it's like thinking loud but silently at the same time, sharing your
thoughts and feelings with a white sheet or a plain document, sometimes you go
on to share it with the world and sometimes you just erase everything and keep
it for yourself. If only those blank sheets could speak… What
goes on inside, stays inside I've been doing much mental blogging lately. You know
when you're at work or on the street and you see something or think of
something and one thing leads to another, I always open a blank page in my mind
and start putting my thoughts together in words. Yet, I rarely make the time to
let it materialize into an actual blog post or even a facebook note. And this
is making me feel bad, first because it makes me feel that I'm losing my
ability to write, and second because this blog means a lot to me, it's a part
of who I am and I hate to see it deserted. Aloneness
VS Loneliness Another thing that has been bothering me recently is
that I don't enjoy being alone like I used to. I used to love to go somewhere
quiet on Friday mornings, spend sometime alone with my laptop or a book, it was
one of my favorite pastimes. But now, I don't know if I'm just being lazy or
that my feelings are changing from loving my aloneness and privacy to fearing
loneliness. Now I want to be around people most of the time, although before I
used to say that I have no problem staying alone for hours. I don't know if
that's a good or a bad thing, maybe it's both, I know it's good to get more
social but I don't want to lose the bond I have with myself, as weird as that
may sound. Tubby Tubby
has been giving me such a hard time lately, I
had to draw the line. You know how when you think about something and you know
it's wrong and silly but you just keep thinking about it because the nagging brat inside
keeps bringing it up? I had to think out loud sometimes. I think Tubby is
growing up, or maybe I am.
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