وزير الإعلام المصري : المسلسل(ناصر) لا يصلح للعرض في رمضان لأن مسلسلات هذا الشهر للتسلية فقط

انتقد فنانون وكتاب قرار وزير الإعلام المصري منع عرض مسلسل يتناول حياة الزعيم الراحل جمال عبد

الناصر على التلفزيون الحكومي، متهمين الوزير بـ"تسيس" الدراما الرمضانية لإلهاء الناس.

ويحكي المسلسل مسيرة جمال عبد الناصر في الفترة ما بين عام 1926 إلى يوم وفاته في سبتمبر/أيلول 1970

وقال الكاتب يسري الجندي مؤلف مسلسل "ناصر" إن قرار المنع "يتسم بضيق الأفق". وأضاف أن

المسؤولين "يخشون استحضار تجربة عبد الناصر أمام المصريين في الوقت الحالي".

وتابع الجندي للجزيرة نت "الحقبة الناصرية رمز للكرامة العربية والتحرر من التبعية للغرب، وإن عرض

هذه الملامح في ظل التردي المصري والعربي وحالة الانبطاح الراهنة بالتأكيد أمر مقلق لهم.. لكن عبد

الناصر وتجربته موجودان في قلوب الناس".

وانتقد الكاتب والسينارست الكبير أسامة أنور عكاشة عرض التلفزيون المصري مسلسل "نور" التركي

الشهير في وقت يرفض "عرض تجربة مصرية وعربية أصيلة". وقال "لا يهمهم أن يفسد (نور) عقول

الأولاد والبنات، المهم عندهم ألا تصل أي رسائل سياسية للناس".

وأضاف عكاشة إنهم "يخشون أن يثير المسلسل مقارنة بين عهد عبد الناصر والعهد الحالي (للرئيس حسني

مبارك) وبالطبع هي مقارنة محسومة لعبد الناصر، لكنهم بغير قصد صنعوا أكبر دعاية للمسلسل في مصر

والدول العربية".

الجزيرة نت

والله ما أنا عارف اذا مسلسل يحكي عن حياة جمال عبد الناصر غير مناسب لرمضان فشو هو المناسب !!! مالهم

انهبلوا المصريين !!! ناصر بطل عاجبهم !!! والله خبريه

لا و شف هالوزير ..قال مسلسلات شهر رمضان للتسلية فقط !! أما زمن الدول فيه بتخاف من أبطالها

"One Man..One Desire ..." .The Trailer Man is gone.Don La Fontaine

The guy behind the deep voice in 750,000 television spots and 5,000 movie trailers had passed away .he sure entertained us much !

Don LaFontaine 1940 - 2008

Google Chrome : fairly good !! IE,goodbye for bloody good !

Finally ,when i'll have to use something else than FireFox for wutever reason ,I'm not going to suffer through using IE !

Google chrome is the new google browser ,its available in Beta version still ,its light and fast ,so far so good.

you can import your settings from FF while set up , here is the home page where you can download it from .

the address bar automatically fills the matching addresses and at the same time suggests searching options (no need for search bar anymore ,and it gives you the option to set your default search engine from the settings (google,yahoo,wutever...) ).

The "new Tab" isn't a blank page ,it will have thumbnails for your most frequently visited pages ,which looks super cool :d and on the side-bar your recent bookmarks !

I'm not blown away however , so far i couldn't find any add-on !

BUT,it will make a good substitute for the IE for me at least. I hope/sure these things will be added in the next version.

check out the google chrome press conference here

Posting from the new google-chrome,kana ma3akom moraselekom :....*drum roll* ..Naser! happy browsing :D

We Need an Obama ! of our own !

I find myself pretty impressed with Barack Obama ! I hope he wins ,mainly because I believe he'll do us better than McCain would ( Us = Arabs ,Palestinians ) , I've been following the elections since the primaries ,and I'm impressed with this man's achievement .I find myself defending him sometimes if the election issue came up when talking to friends !I made sure to wake up on time to watch his nomination acceptance speech at the DNC live couple of days ago !!! but then i thought : why da hell am i so excited about Obama !!! I also watched his speech at AIPAC ,it wasn't something cheerful at all ,I mean I'm not American,I don't really care about what kind of tax cuts and health program he is going to enforce there !! I care about whats his plan regarding Israel and the middle east !!! and i thought about for long time ,i generally like to analyze feelings,why did i have this feeling and not that,why did someone act this way not otherwise ,so eventually i figured , its not that I like Obama himself as a candidate to the USA president as much as i like what he represents ,a man who had tough life growing up, made his way through life ,a middle class who knows how hard it is to get food,education and health for the mass majority of his people ,who is now a step away from leading his country ,apparently not forgetting where he came from,and putting his country and his people 1st ,wanting to help them have a better life ! I thought : we -Arabs- need an Obama of our own !!we need this kind of a leader ! Someone who'd help the poor,fix the economy,create new jobs ,honestly and truly put the people's interests 1st !! of course all of our leaders,elected or not,claim that these are their top priorities and all that crap we hear from each and everyone of them,where the reality says otherwise ( do you disagree ? read the newspapers ) .

His speech of hope and change and "getting our country back" at the DNC reminded me of Jamal Abd El-Naser's speech on nationalizing the Suez Canal !!! I think this explains the excitement in the Arab world about Obama !! i think that we're hoping that he'd be a "good" president ,fair and just ! because his background and all...

But the reality is,nations doesn't move forward with the help of other nations ! nations grow and prosper on their own,change must come from within ! ..whats your thought?

You x365

x365 is a real lovely idea,started in 2006 when :

Dan Waber turned 40 on January 12th, 2006, and wanted to mark the occasion in some positive fashion. So he got this crazy idea (not an unusual event) to write 40 words (no more, no less) every day for a year, and each day he'd write about a different person (in no particular order) who touched his life. But not just anyone, it has to be someone he's actually met in person, someone whose name he still remembers.

and its been all over the place ever since ! i came across MommaBean's 365 blog n i find the idea delightful ! I just started my x365 blog ! and honestly ,maybe this is the only time where i felt that i wanted to be older so badly so i could write more ! heck ! 23 :/ well in September I'll be 24 I'll have an extra word :)

Go to x365.org home page and check it out. and start your own if you like the idea !

How i got lost today and ended up listening to Amr Diab in Bangkok!

August 27th ,2008
Yesterday I went over a friend's house to sleep over , i live somewhere around the red triangle on the upper part of the map ( right click -> open in new tab! i just love drawing maps ?:d) my friend's place is where the big red start * at the bottom,between "Ekamai" and "Thong Lo" Sky-Train stations (the sky train route is in green,the underground train -metro- is is blue) . and i never been to that area before,its just too far away from me and i have no business going there . today morning ,around 11 am when i headed home ,my friend gave me the directions to the two near-by Sky Train stations (the short red line on the map) it was something like : right,left,right,straight,right ,keep straight ! easy !! it was supposed to be 10 minutes walk maximum !after walking nearly 20 minutes ,i figured,something must be wrong !where da hell are the stations ?!!! luckily ,i saw a tourist coming my way ,finally,someone who speaks English !!well from his accent i think he is from Spain or wherever ,he didn't speak English, we just mimed and i made the train sound "choo choo " and for some reason i made the arm move that goes with "choo choo" (circular motion on the side !!! LOL ,Kinder garden stuff sticks in your mind after all !!!!!) he got what i was talking about and somehow i understood i should take the next left and keep straight all the way ! it was a bloody hot day today ,i walked for 40 minutes ,and eventually i saw the sign of the UNDERGROUND train !!! i couldn't believe my eyes ,the nearest underground train is "Sukumvit"! i thought WOW,i walked some good distance !! for my surprise ,it wasn't even Sukumvit !! it was the NEXT station !! "patchaburi" ( marked with red rectangle on the map) apparently ,instead of taking the short red line,i took a wrong turn and walked the blue line ! it felt funny to get lost anyway,wasn't that bad !

so to reward myself on this awfully long walk ,i thought I'd take a snack, or a drink in a nearby big ass Mega Mall ,so i went in, i enjoy the big malls here very much ! for one thing, i let myself visualize what kind of big store i want to have - I'm planning my life in advance - ,and they're really really big there is everything you could think of in these places ,Mecca Mall in Jordan is a joke comparing to them !one thing that gets my attention in the malls here generally ,is that Thai people LOVE to play computer games,and they enjoy much the kind of games i find very boring , which is those picture-matching games,you know when you click the two similar pictures ?and there is like 200 little pictures on the screen ? those are in every mall in Thailand -nearly- and you'd find two adults playing together,a mom and daughter,two friends,bf gf, a little boy and his dad ... and they seem really excited and enjoying their time :d its delightful to watch - ezzZzZzZzZ this is a cultural shock - ,so i eventually found a nice big restaurant ,i walked around and found something I could eat,the restaurant was international ,all kinds of food ,i sat down waiting for my order ,there were a group of foreigners next to me,Thai people on the other side, everyone is shattering ,and i drifted somewhere in my head ,you know when the world is moving in every direction all around you and you just go somewhere in your head ? i kinda "woke up" when i found myself mumbling a song for Amr Diab !!! weird ! i hate his guts !to realize,that the song is being played in the restaurant !!!!!! it was "Habibi wala 3ala bali" or "wala 3ala balo" I'm not sure,that one with the fast beat n all ! and holly molly did i love Amr Diab today !! it was a blast !i was so happy ,an Arabic song!! n i looked aorund and everyone was busy doing wutever they were doing and talking and I'm thinking "HE3 HE3 HE3 HE3 I can understand that :D"
i enjoyed every bit of the song,i didn't touch my food until it was done and the next track started ,its a mixed CD or something there was no more Arabic songs in there,i had my lunch and allll the tiredness of the walk was gone.it just made my day .I'll allow myself to like Amr Diab to the rest of the day ,starting tomorrow I'm back to hating his guts :/.

Honoring my father III - هوامش

هوامش

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جلسا على الشرفة في السادسة صباحاً، النسيم البارد وانعكاس اشتعال الشمس على البناية المقابلة أخذهما الى صباحات الوطن، العصافير لا تغرد بهذا الشكل هناك! لكن أحدهما لم يكسر سكون اللحظة بهذا التعليق. فضّلا التحديق في محيطهما واسترجاع ما أمكن استرجاعه من طعم لون الصباح هناك ورائحة صوت غليان القهوه، التي باتت جاهزة للتقديم.

سكب فنجان والده أولاً، ما زال متمسكاً بتلك التفاصيل الصغيرة التي تمنح الهوية الحقيقيه، تلك التي تمنحنا خصوصية ما نحن، شعب نشرب القهوة في الصباح ولا نكترث إن كانت مضرة بالصحة. وضع الفنجان برفق على حافة الشرفه الضيقة، نظر في عينَيّ والده بفرح، هذا أول لقاء لهما كراشِدَين! اليوم يشربان القهوه ويدخنان معاً! اليوم تتحقق الأمنيه، رجُلان! لا أبٌ وطفل.

فكّر... سأخبره أولاً عن من تبقّى من أصدقاءه في الوطن، وكيف يستحضرون وجوده من خلال طباعي وتصرفاتي، لكن بعد أن يرشف قليلا من القهوة أولاً، تلك الفترة بين التحديق في الفنجان والرشفة الأولى لا يجب أن تقاطع لأي سبب كان. ثم سأخبره عن أصدقائي أنا! لا لا ! سأخبره عن أخي الصغير أولاً! يجب أن أريه أنني واع وأستطيع التعامل مع المواقف الصعبه والمهمه بقدر من النضوج. أخي الصغير سيكون مثالاً جيداً.

سكب فنجاناً لنفسه وجلس بجانبه. حدقا في الأفق، صوت فنجان القهوة في رحلة الصعود الى الفم وعودته الى صحنه تماشت مع المحيط بسلاسه، لم يكن صوتاً فظاً على الإطلاق.

وجد لصوته فسحة وانطلق: أتعلم؟ لقد التقيت بصديقك الكاتب في عمّان قبل فترة وجيزة في مقهى عمون، لم يعرفني للوهلة الأولى، أنا ما زلت أذكره مذ كنت صغيراً، كأن ملامحه لم تتغير أبداً! الرجال بعد سن معينة يتوقفون عن النمو، أما النساء يكبرن، ينضجن! وكان معي ديوان شعر! آه نسيت أن أخبرك، لقد حضرت حفل توقيع كتاب محمود درويش! أخيراً التقيته، في المرة القادمة سأطلب نسخة موقعة لك أيضاً... ندمت وأنا قادم في الطائرة لأنني لم أطلب نسخة موقعة باسمك، ندمت على أشياء كثيرة أجّلتها مراراً، رحلة الثمان ساعات كانت كافية لمراجعة أحداث أربع سنوات.

لم ينتظر رداً، فهويعرف والده جيداً، هو لا يجيد فن تبادل الكلام لمجرد الحديث فقط! كان يعرف أنه يجب أن يستفزه، أو أن يثير إعجابه بشئ ما، تابع حديثه بشيء من الفخر: بالمناسبة، صديقك كان سعيداً بصحبتي! تحدثنا في مواضيع سياسية! نعم! آه نسيت أن أخبرك أيضاً، أنا الآن ناضج سياسياً، مارست الكثير من النشاطات في الجامعة، تعرّفت على صديق جديد بطريقة عجيبة بعد سفرك مباشرة ،اسمه مثل اسمي، ووالده وأنت رفاق منذ زمن بعيد، نضجنا معاً كما نضجتما معاً! أتذكر حين كنتُ في الثامنة من العمر وأردتُ الذهاب معك وأمي الى "مظاهرة جبل الحسين"؟ حينها أخبرتني أنه يمكنني فعل ذلك في الجامعة.. أتذكر؟ على أية حال سأعترف لك بأمر؛ في تلك المرة وددت الذهاب لأرى كيف ترش الشرطة المتظاهرين بالماء! أردت رؤية سيارة الإطفاء عن قرب لا أكثر.

مد له سيجارة بعد هذه المقدمة، شعر أنه بدأ يحتل مكانته كرجل واع لا يخجل من الاعتراف بحقيقة نواياه، ابتسم له ووضعها بجانب فنجان قهوته الذي ما زال ينتظر إقلاع رحلة الرشفة الأولى.

تساءل لماذا لم يأخذ أي رشفة للآن! ألا يحبها مرّة؟ أنا لا أحبها مرة أيضاً! اعتقدت أنها ستترك انطباعاً جيداً! أنا لا أشرب القهوة أساساً! ربما لا يحب سجائري الخفيفة هذه! يجب أن أستبدلها بنوع آخر لونه أحمر! أم أنني تحدثت كثيراً؟ ربما يجب أن أتروّى في طريقة كلامي، أنا لست شاباً طائشاً مندفعاً، تمتم لنفسه.

سنأكل اليوم سمكاً مشوياً! أتذكر عندما وعدتك بعشاء سمك مشوي في مكالمتنا الأخيرة؟ لا أدري لماذا كانت مكالمة طويلة جداً! فأنا لم أخطط لأن أفاجئك بزيارتي هذه بهذا الشكل في حينها!

لم يرد عليه أيضاً! لكنه تفحص وجه ابنه جيداً! تغيّر كثيراً مذ فارقه قبل أربع سنوات ونصف. لكن شعر وجهه المتفرّق ما زال مبعثراً ومضحكاً كما كان في بداية نموه... أصبح الآن جزءه المفضل من وجهه. حرّك فنجانه لليسار قليلاً، ترقّب أن يبادله والده كلمة واحدة! لكنه لم يفعل! بل اتكأ على الكرسي براحة أكبر، عقد يديه خلف رأسه وأخذ يحدق في شعر وجهه بتمعن أكبر.

 ربما هومضطرب للقائي المفاجئ هذا؟! كان يجب أن أخبره بقدومي! أم أنه لا يريد أن أراه في هذا الظرف! غرفته الصغيرة هذه لا تدل على وضع مادي مريح! أيعقل أنه ما زال يبحث عن نجاح أخر ولا يريد أن يراني قبل أن يحققه؟ ألهذا لم يأخذ إجازة واحدة للزيارة طوال هذا الوقت؟ أليست هذه طباع المحاربين على أيّة حال؟ سأحمله على الحديث بأي شكل كان، قرّر.

تصنّع العفوية وقال: أوه لوتعلم، لدي صديقات كثر! محبوب أنا بين أصدقائي خاصة الفتيات منهم! ابتسم بخجل وأحس بالغباء لوهلة! ليس هكذا يحمله على الكلام! تدارك الموقف بسرعة وسأله: أخبرني كيف كانت النساء في شبابك؟ كيف التقيت بأمي؟ كيف قلت لها أحبك؟ أين كنتما تخرجان؟ أمي قالت لي أنكما اعتدتما الذهاب لمطعم القدس في وسط البلد! وسط البلد؟ تأخذ أمي لوسط البلد يا رجل؟! هل كان قدومي للدنيا مخططاً له أم أنني كنت نتاج صدفة وحادث عرضي؟ لقد أجريت حساباتي بدقة، وتبعاً لتاريخ ولادتي وفترة حمل أمي بي، لا بد أنني بدأت التكوّن في رحمها ليلة رأس السنة! أوليلة الميلاد المجيد! أنا متأكد! ليست صدفة أن اليومان في ذالك العام كانا يومي خميس ها!؟ تزوجتما يافعَين، لماذا؟ هل كان قراراً طائشاً؟ هل كنتَ شاباً طائشاً؟ ربما فكرتما أنكما ستريان أحفادكما وأنتما لا تزالان بصحة جيدة؟ هل توقعت أن يكون لك أحفاد في سنك هذه؟ عليك الانتظار بضعة أعوام، لا تبدأ أرجوك، دع عنك حديث الزواج، أرجوك! ماذا عن باقي إخوتي؟ أخبرني كل شئ كل شئ، نحن الآن مثل الأصدقاء.

أمطره بهذه الأسئلة واحداً تلو الآخر دون توقف، تماماً كما كان يلقيها على نفسه أمام المرآة يوماً بعد يوم مذ سافر والده حتى تلك اللحظة المنشودة، لم يحرك والده ساكناً، ما زال يتفحص وجهه ويراقب لغة جسده ويداه اللائي يأبين السكون عندما يتحدث.

أخذ نفساً عميقاً وبدا مضطرباً، حاول أن يراجع ما قاله علّه يفهم سبب صمت والده، اعتقد أنه لربما تجاوز خطاً أحمراً! ربما أغضبه! كل هذه الأفكار دارت في خلده! أحس بالغضب.. ليس هكذا تخيل هذه اللحظه في تأملاته الليلية، تخيلها مليئة بالحياه، بالضحك، بالسمك المشوي، بالسجائر، وحتى الكحول! كانت مشاركته والده كأس كحول على رأس قائمة أولوياته، لم يأبه لملاحظات صديقه المتكررة حول هذه النقطة بالذات، فهو يعتقد أنه ثائر بطبيعته، ثائر على أي شئ وكل شئ، وشرب الكحول مع والده ليس إلاّ شيء يفعله صديقان ويضرب بعرض الحائط كل المحاذير التي يعتبرها "متخلّفة". لا يدري لماذا يجد في نفسه حاجة ملحّة لأن يثبت لوالده أنه الآن ند له بأي طريقة كانت.

بردت القهوة في مكانها ولم يشرب منهما شيئاً. الشمس ارتفعت والحرارة أصبحت مزعجة، دعاه للجلوس في الداخل، فتح له باب الشرفه الزجاجي ودعاه للدخول قبله.. وقفا للحظة صامتين، كل منهما ينتظر الآخر ليقول شيئاً، بادر كالعادة وقفز وفتح حقيبة سفره، نثر الكتب التي أحضرها معه على الأرض، تنقّل بينها بسرعة ملخصاً محتوى كل منها مبدياً ملاحظاته، أخبره كيف أنه قرأ أحد كتبه من مكتبته القديمة التي انتهت محتوياتها في العلية الرطبة، وكيف ضحك كثيراً عند قراءته للملاحظات التي تركها على الهوامش، ملاحظات عمرها عشرون عاماً أوأكثر، وكيف كان يرد بدوره على ملاحظاته على الهامش الاخر للصفحة. ملاحظات تحولت إلى رسائل، رسائل تحولت كتباً في كتاب. فتح إحدى تلك الكتب وقام يريه أين انتهى نقاش الهوامش هذا في أحد كتب الدكتورة نوال السعداوي، كان نقاشاً هامشياً ثلاثي المحاور هذه المرة، أمّه أيضاً كان لها تعليقاتها الأكثر إضحاكاً على ذلك الكتاب بالتحديد: "ملخص: كل الرجال كلاب؟". لكن جرس الباب قاطع حديثه بفظاظة! نظر لساعته، إنها السابعة، لا بد أنه صديق والده المقرب في الغربة، كعادته دقيق في مواعيده! فتح له الباب وعيناه ملأى بقطرات تنتظر إذن الخروج. دخل الرجل الغرفة، نظر للكتب المتناثرة على الأرض، رأى الفنجانَين والسيجارة، استرق نظرة على الكتاب الذي كان بيده، قرأ بعضاً من الهوامش. مسح دمعته التي انسلّت على وجنته أخيراً، احتضنه بقوّة ...

 اليوم نزور قبره، لا تحزن.

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Honoring my father II

following Tawjeehi ,my dad as many Palestinian youngsters involved into resistance movements , long story short, he flee for dear life to Jordan ,and was not allowed to ever go back ,with a literary Tawjihi certificate and 5 JD he started his life in Jordan,he worked in The Intercontinental hotel dry clean service at 1st ,when they interviewed him,he made up all stories about his experience in hotels ! he eventually got the job ,phase I : survive ,accomplished . he was not 18 years at the time . then he saw an vacancy ad in the newspaper for a teller position in Cairo Amman Bank ! - can you imagine :d bank jobs where in the newspapers back then - ,they interviewed him,gave him a math exam ,and of course,he got the job ,he was hell of a speaker ,interviews were never hard for him. and so he worked in the bank,listed himself in the the General Union of the employees in Banks,Insurance & Auditing in Jordan ,and of course the communist party ! until this day,he is the youngest to be registered in the union at age 18 .he believed in the role of labor and community institutions as a key player in developing out country .
The man ranked higher in his work ,the bank,the union,and the party,he also served as a volunteer in the Jordanian civil guard as an ambulance driver ! he just loved helping out whatever way possible .i remember going with him once to the civil station ,and i asked him on the way back home,i was 5 or 6, i asked him,"so why are you in the army of Jordan not the Palestinian one" he said : "son,Jordan is our country as much as Palestine is,if you love Palestine you must love Jordan,don't you love Hallool -thats my sister- ?" i said yes i do !he said ,Jordan and Palestine are like you an Hallool . thats the kind of man he was !! I'm really really appreciative of being his son .
he eventually ended up the manager of one of the banks branches for 5 years,and the chairman of the union for two years ,before he quit to start a small free business here in Thailand "for us" ! I know that its normal for a son to be impressed with his father,but thinking about it,coming from no where,to be a bank manager,the head of a labors union ! I only wish to leave such legacy that makes my beloved ones proud of me as he did !
He taught me to be brave,respect people,especially my mom and sister,women in general ,people of other religions and ethnics !he never tried to push us to believe in what he believed ,on the contrary ,in Ramadan ,he would wake up at 3 am to make us S7oor ! there was a phase in my life when i was about 12 years old,where i committed to praying the 5 prayers at the mosque,all 5 of them, you'd think an atheist communist father would forbid such thing !? he used to drop me off at Fajer prayer,wait for me outside,and bring me back home ! when i used to memorize Quraan for school contests,he would set there and make sure that I'm well prepared ,of course i never thought about these things while i was young,because it was taken for granted,but when you grow up and see what kind of close minded oppressing world we live in,you start to appreciate such acts ! thats my father !
I didn't see him for the past 5 years ! unfortunately ,he didn't see me growing up to be a man,but,thx to the internet and phone calls !he got it,and if there is something thats giving me strength when thinking of his tragic departure,alone and far away,is his words,that he is proud of me ,and that I'm the man he always wanted me to be,independent, smart,and respectful ! I'm lucky people !if your parents still alive ,go talk to them,tell them that you love them ! thank them for a lot of things !i did !and his words are engraved in my head forever !no one or anything can change them now! trust me,once they're gone ,you're gonna remember every big and small conversation ,and you're going to regret much of what you never told them.
I have wrote a short story a while ago,I'll post it as the final segment of this series of posts.

DAD,i know you're there somewhere looking at me,probably smiling and your eyes are watering ,i know you;re happy for me ,I'm happy yea :) you're great !!i love you!!!!thank you.

Honoring my father

Ok i got an idea to make me feel better passing this AWESOME day . I'll remind myself what made my father so special ,this would definitely sound cleche but for the ones who know me,they know that people always tell me that I'm unique and one of a kind - you have to know me to verify :d - and since i was a kid whenever someone praised me I'd tell them من شابه أباه فما ظلم ! so here it goes, if you're in mood for some personal one of a kind stories stick here .because he was indeed interesting !

I'd say that my favorite thing about my dad was his open mindedness yet sticking to his origins and never compromise on his beliefs .he was a Marxist communist who respected everyone and always knew what he wanted ,since he was young in Palestine - Al Samou3 (some pics ,video of grandma baking traditional bread) he was rebellious and independent ,one "funny" story i was told about him when i visited Palestine - and later asked him about it :D- is that in the village ,like in any village ,stories about ghost and Genes is every where ,and my dad never believed those stories, and he got himself in an infamous argument with the Imam of the village's mosque ,and of course,all the elder men sided with the Imam and my dad ended up being the bad teen ager who needs to be disciplined etc... . so what did he do later that evening ? he calls a friend and persuade him to help him get even with the elder people !he thought,okay,you insist there is a gene in the village,I'm gonna give you a gene ! so later at night,they head to the cemetery with big plastic pipes ,and they started blowing air in them ,and you know the voice that'd come out, they stayed until mid night and head back home,the next day,few people started talking about the gene in the cometary !bingo !they kept on doing that for about a week !and of course people were afraid to even look out the window to check it out,until the elder men decided to group all together and go check it out, the unlucky young man didn't know about the plan, and he head to the cometary with his friend, they loved the controversy they made !!! and there they were, some 15 men with sticks !!!! - off topic,what were they thinking bringing sticks to a gene fight lol- ,and they were caught red handed ! the sticks of course came in handy ,and they both had hell of a beat ,but as he told me when i asked him about it " yea they beat the hell out of us,turned out a pregnant woman almost lost her baby because of us! it was immature to do so, but i made my point " . i love that story ! :)
he graduated from high school,like 99% of people in that era,studying on the light of a candle ,etc ,we know all those stories nothing special :p but in addition my dad was a shepherd ! that i like about him i don't know why !and he planted three trees that are big and tall now where he used to take the sheep ! i love those trees !thinking about it,everyone should plant a tree ,good idea,next time I'm in Palestine I'm gonna plant a tree.

How to deal with death ?

I was a bit in  shock when i realized that today (Aug 23rd) marks one year since my father's departure ! I was shocked and still am because I thought that after a year people kind of "move on", if not "forget"!! or at least they become familiar with the idea, accept it, or embrace it! which didn't happen, yet...!
It's as if for the past year, I chose to run away from confronting the fact in my head every time it came nagging! I tried grasping it, get done with it, more than once, and the result wasn't pretty! wtf ! I find myself weak against this, which doesn't happen often, and i never admit that I'm weak regarding almost anything ! I'd just tell myself that I'm not and I always beat things in my head.. but this one is just too fucking different !
I still have all his stuff ,didn't "Get rid" of anything ! clothes, shoes, ashtrays ,lighters, pens, books, socks, cups, medicine, wallet, razors ,shampoo, cell phone, broken charger, glasses... I even kept the food that could be preserved, the spices, Nescafe jar, beans, wutever i could keep as it is !
I don't get it! when do people over come this? how do you accept the idea ? how long should it take? It seems like i will never! frankly, I don't want to either! I still speak of him in the present tense, I refuse to refer to him as "the deceased" or "El mar7oom", call me wutever you wish I don't care, and don't give me "ma betjooz 3al mayyet '3air el ra7meh" lecture, you do that.
Its frustrating .
But there is a "good?" side of it I guess, whenever I'm out of answers or feeling down, this what I do, I just visualize and Imagine that he is here, and we'd talk, of course when I visit his grave its more intimate, and I don't know how but it works, I feel good afterwards.. eh... but the idea is bugging me !what do i do with all the stuff ?what is supposed to happen to them ? how do people move on ? do they ever move on ? geez this sucks.

shout out to Jordan's underground music bands : Oriental and Brutal Death Metal!

Talent in our Arab world is generally wasted,unless you're really lucky ,because in order to nurture a talent you have to find 1st,and that usually is the parents part if its going to happen at an early age,but when more than half of the Arab world is under the poverty lines, the parents aren't really focused on your talent,and that worry about making it to the end of the month shifts to the children some way or another and so the children themselvs don't pay attention to their talents.which is really sad.there are other reasons for why talent is wasted in our Arab world,but i believe the previous is the most important one.

However,some catches the train sooner or later, and they work on their talent and emerge,in Jordan,I've witnessed more than one example of such talents becoming professional or semi/professional ,This is a shout out to 3 of them ,two oriental ,1 Brutal Death Metal .

1) Sho Hal Eyam شو هالإيام
I'm not sure of the line up,so i won't mention them one by name,and I'm not sure if they're still playing or what ! I've watched them once in the Royal Cultural Center in Amman and they're awesome, if you know Ziad Rahbani's "sho hal eyyam" song then you might have guessed what kind of music/songs do they play, Shiekh Emam,Moh'd Moneer,Ziad Rahbani,Marcel,etc... . and they added a twist of rock to it,which i liked very much .i found this article in Al Ghad news paper about'em , and i have couple of tracks by them n i have no idea where i got them from too! here they are :

• Jeet Ahebbak
• Yasar - Original
• Walet Kteer
• Bala Ma Nsammy
• Tango - Original
• Yaba La

2) Sharq, شرق

need i to say this is the second oriental band ? :d
I love this band,they're amazing,they plays some covers and they have few original songs/music pieces so far,this is their facebook page,and here is some of their tracks from a live concert

• Baina Bain بين بين- Original
• 3ala 6areeq 3etat على طريق عيتات
• el 5at da 5ate - الخط ده خطي ( الشيخ امام - كلمات أحمد فؤاد نجم )0
• Ela 3amer الى عامر - Original
• Yamo - يامو
• Kamaqaber el shohada2 - كمقابر الشهداء ( شعر محمود درويش) 0 - Original

you be the judge .

3) TYRANT THRONE - Brutal Death Metal Band

yes i also do like this kind of music,not my favorite though ! i never get the lyrics, i enjoy the music itself,caution : could be described by some as "noisy" .so think twice before listening to them ,but being in Jordan and keep trying and eventually come up with a demo CD and some covers with such musical taste isn't easy,so they deserve appreciation at least .
this is their facebook page ,and this is the official website http://www.tyrantthrone.com/,they have an upcoming event check it out.

whether you like'em or not,i think a bit of appreciation at least won't harm,after all,we all know how hard it is to do such thing in Jordan,these people gave and still giving this much of their time,and if we - the young people - didn't support each other then who will !?

if you know about another band please tell us about it .and i hope you like the ones i posted .

سجل! أنا جاهل

إهداء : الى كل الذين سممو هذا الصباح بتعليقاتهم
الى كل الذين لا يرون في درويش إلا أنه "كافر"
الى كل الذين لا يرون أبعد من أنوفهم..سجل


سجل! أنا جاهل
ورقم بطاقتي مليون
و أطفالي مثلي جاهلون
لا أرى من الدفتر إلا سطرا واحدا
و أطفالي مثلي لا يرون
فهل نغضب ؟

سجل ! أنا جاهل
أنا فم مردد
أنا أذن لا تسمع
أنا عقل معطل
فهل نغضب ؟

سجل !
أنا جاهل
أنا أعمى
أنا أحمق
فهل نغضب ؟

سجل
أنا لا أشرب القهوه
و لا أعرف الحصان
أنا أكره اللوز
سجل. أنا لست أحمد

مع خالص كرهي
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