Today .... 31-October -2014

Today, 31-October-2014, was no special !

Its the first raining day of this season in town , proclaiming winter has arrived … everyone is nostalgic, everyone is dramatically romantic , the number of the “winterly-depressed” has impressively increased … Fairouze songs are everywhere , photos of smoke and coffee with poetic captions … Everything seems perfectly cliche ! But that’s what happen every winter , though winter comes every year ! people tend to fall in love more and break-up more because it’s such an emotional season … Well , that’s the kind of things a 6 years old boy standing at the door of his so called home ,who lives in a tent so called “shelter” his jacket is soaking , no his shelter so called home is soaking , these kind of things he didn't give a damn !

The news on some TV channels at some medium house proclaims, 804 billion die every year out of hunger ,he wouldn't give a damn .

The number of refugees around the world is over than 10.4 million.

A worldwide celebration of Halloween.

“Car bombings leave dozens dead in Iraq .

UN envoy: Libya close to point of no return .

Clashes in Jerusalem after shooting of rabbi .... Israel reopens Al-Aqsa amid intense security “... 

People post and post and upload photos and download photos .

"WHO Director-General Margaret Chan says Ebola response 'did not match' scale of the outbreak" ... Because those who die are just numbers .

In an Internet minute, 204 million emails are sent, six million Facebook pages are viewed and 1.3 million YouTube clips are downloaded. Why would he give a damn !

Starbucks announces they will start delivering coffee by 2015 ... but again, why would he give a damn !

 People change the news channel , turn off the TV . They will show sympathy to the poor, yet shop in an overrated mall. Show intellectuality, yet buy their books form some over-priced capitalist book shop. They post , comment and argue about hunger ,poverty  and World Food Program in sophistication, yet they eat out in a restaurant they cannot afford and order amounts they cannot eat then throw away the left overs .

It is 2014 .Still he was enforced into a war he has no clue about . He was displaced . He was taken out of his school. He was humiliated in every possible inhumane way ... He is different now .He is scared. 

He stands , his jackets soaked .He stares .He gives the world a cold stare .He lives in hypocrite world.

So much for a 6 years old boy , who will be forgotten as fast as the click on a remote control to change the news channel , because they wanted to enjoy the romantic rain and forget bout those who suffer under the rain .

Today, 31-October -2014 , was a special day ,for this boy . He , It’s his first time to see the rainbow , to see the rain ... in his so called “new” home !

Since 2925 B.C

في بلاد العجائب ...

لطالما استهوتني قصة " أليس في بلاد العجائب" , منذ أن أهدتني إياها أمي ضمن مجموعة قصصية لتحثني على القراءة , بعمر 7 أو 8 سنوات . وقتها تحديدا قررت اتخاذ بلاد العجائب كموطني الخاص و عالمي الذي أغوص فيه بعيدا عن الواقع كلما سنحت لي الفرصة . قضيت الكثير من أيام طفولتي و أنا أتخيل و أرسم  و ألون هذا العالم على ورق , كبر هذا العالم معي كلما كبرت و أصبح مهربي من الواقع كلما اشتد و تلاشت ألوانه .

بلاد العجائب ليست مستحيلة الوجود كما يعتقد البعض , فهذه نظرة سطحية !

ليست "زهرية" او خاصة بالفتيات … لا !

 تحتاج منك أن تنظر أقرب لترَ كم هي مليئة بالمفاجئات , بلاد العجائب بلاد صدوقة جدا و أهلها ودودون , يرحبون بكل من يؤمن بوجودهم بحفاوة … هناك تدفن الخلافات و يحتفل بالاختلافات , و يحق لجميع المواطنين امتلاك عوالمهم الخاصة دون أن يتعرضوا لأي أحكام مسبقة … الجميع مختلفون لكنهم متشابهون !

لا يوجد أنماط معينة متبعة , فالألوان في كل مكان … الكتب تستقبل بأحضان مرحبة بجميع طالبيها, الأفكار تتمشى حرة في الطرقات و ترتدي جميع الألوان , هناك حرب أبدية بين الأبيض و الأسود … البعض يقول أن الأبيض هو الذي ابتدأ , فهو  لم يتقبل  اختلاف الاسود و جموحه و حاول جاهدا ترويضه و صبغه و منذ ذلك الوقت و هما متخاصمان و متباعدان , ففي بلاد العجائب لا وجود للرمادي ! … لا شيء يوصف بالكمال  فجميع اللوحات تتمتع بشوائب ! تماما كلوحات الفنانين و الفنانات من البشر …

في بلاد العجائب , الحب مختلف ! قد تكوت تتمشى مستمتعا بالشمس بأحد الأيام لتصادف مشاعر , و دون أي مقدمات تغمرك هذه المشاعر و تعرقلك  و تمضي في طريقها دون أن تعتذر عما بدر منها أو حتى دون أن تمد يدها لتساعدك على النهوض مجددا لتجد نفسك مغطى تماما بغبارها ... مصابا بدوار خفيف و  رؤية زائغة و تشعر بحركات غريبة و مضحكة في معدتك و بدل أن تكون حانقا من هذا التصرف غير اللائق من هذه المشاعر الفظة تجد نفسك تتبسم متوردا طوال الوقت …

في بلاد العجائب لا تستغرب إذا صادفت أغرب الصداقات و أقلها توقعا ! فأعز صديقتين …  ملعقة و ساعة حائط ! قررتا أن تنظرا ما وراء اختلافتهما ليخلقا من هذه الاختلافات  أمتن و أجمل صداقة… هناك إشاعة تقول أنهما تتجادلان طوال الوقت و على اتفه الأسباب … حتى في وقت" الشاي المريح المقدس" على درجة لون تقديم الشاي المضبوطة , فملعقة تحبه بلون غروب الصحراء مائل الى الاحمرار  مع 3 قطع من السكر , بينما ساعة الحائط تحبه بني راكد كألوان الباستيل مع ¾ قطعة السكر … مع ذلك ما زالتا تتناولان الشاي معا منذ31 عاما او ما يزيد  او حتى 73  عاما ! ما الفرق ؟ فمن يعد سنوات الصداقة الجميلة ؟

بعد كل هذه السنوات ما زالت بلاد العجائب تناديني من وقت لآخر و تغريني لأغوص فيها و أنا أدرك كل مرة كم أن بلاد العجائب جميلة و واقعية أكثر مما نعتقد ,رغم جنون جميع قاطنيها !

أما زالت مجرد وهم غير واقعي ؟؟

عائلة السيد و السيدة قنديل من بلاد العجائب و أطفالهما  ;)

"The Recipe of Pure Happiness "

before you read , make sure you play this masterpiece by Le Trio Joubran click here 

This time the post is different ... not only it's in English , no ! but also this time , i couldn't not to share the beauty of the "Recipe of Pure Happiness" which was invented by one of the most beautiful personalities ... my kind-hearted sister Aya.

Well , as some of you were expecting and asking about the word of Istanbul , yes it took me a week to figure it out , not because the city doesn't communicate to you , but such glorious beauty shouldn't be rushed !

i've been writing and re-writing this specific post for long , but only then , i realized if someone should write about this , it would be Aya , the perfect traveling partner who doesn't only had passion for our Turkish adventure but she went through every tiny detail of it , enjoying it and making it even more beautiful , if it wasn't for her , i wouldn't make it by my own to figure out the word of Istanbul ! .... and yes i know , you're still waiting for it but first .... to make it closer , and help you imagining the warmth of it ... you need to get exposed to the "Recipe of Pure Happiness "  , the recipe is simple , it goes as follow : 

"1- Pick the perfect place.. a place that got it all.... breath taking nature, clean environment, outstanding culture, ancient civilization, musical language, and beautiful people.  

2- Pick your perfect travel partners ... an adventurous, crazy, and full of life partner.

3- before you go, study the language so you can communicate with people using their own words... it's far more fun than expecting them to speak English or using sign language.

4- Do some research about the country and its own culture, about the transportation system and how you can use it for your own benefit, identify the hot spots that you absolutely must visit, then write down a fun schedule.

5- when you get there, have courage, be strong, and don't be afraid from getting lost! it is the entire idea of being in a foreign country!

once you do this, I can assure you that you will feel that peaceful and pure happiness deep down in your soul . 

5- when you get there, have courage, be strong, and don't be afraid from getting lost! it is the entire idea of being in a foreign country!

once you do this, I can assure you that you will feel that peaceful and pure happiness deep down in your soul . 

5- when you get there, have courage, be strong, and don't be afraid from getting lost! it is the entire idea of being in a foreign country!

once you do this, I can assure you that you will feel that peaceful and pure happiness deep down in your soul . 

Istanbul, its been one week since I left... but I can't manage to step my memories aside and be able to get back to my reality and function normally, which doesn't matter actually because I'm happy .

Does it come to your mind by now !? .... me neither ! i believe Istanbul refuses to be normal and be defined by only a word ... but Istanbul , please allow me to say thank you for making me feel home , it's been a while since the last time i did ... because am already "nostalgic " ... that's as close as i could get ! your word is nostalgic ...