It’s not enough that I didn’t get enough sleep last night. And it’s not enough that I’m having one busy day at work, no, the weather HAS to become so windy, the sky has to turn orange, and to give it a romantic touch, it rains every now and then, and not any kind of rain, no, sandy rain 🙁 Wait a second, what the hell is that?? What’s that thing knocking heavily on the window!! OH MY GOD!!! It’s this, hmm, what do they call it!! It’s not snow, it’s this icy stone-like drops. I forgot its name! Oooops, looks like the windows of the cars on the streets are getting scratched, lol, here is an alarm that went off, Oh my God, a car has already lost a little part of its window, I can’t see that of course, but I can hear the guy swearing downstairs: “It’s still NEW and the window is BROKEN!” :PP poor guy, good thing we didn’t get our car washed 😛
Oh and ever since this morning the electricity is being cut every once in a while. I must remind myself not to use the lift when I g
I’m so tired, and not in the mood of attending my French course for today, and God is giving me signs through the weather, so I decided not to go 😛 It’s not that I’m lazy, but I think I wont be able to make it till the bus, I’m too tired to walk, and my umbrella wont stand the wind, SHIT!! My umbrella wont stand the wind?!! GOD!! That means I’ll have to walk under this hard dropping thing, struggle the wind until I get a taxi 😉
Oh my God, here comes an airplane, my they have no difficulties landing.
Anyway, in such a weather the best thing one can do is relax at home, watch TV, no matter how terrible the programs were, still, I’ll enjoy myself, drink a cup of coffee, or eat a bowl of popcorn or a plate of French fries with ketchup , yummyyyy.
Yes that’s what I’m willing to do as soon as I get back home. Relax, although I know I’ll find out that there are 100 things I should do, but well, to hell with everything, I have decided to relax… after washing the dishes that is 🙂 oh, and after preparing dinner, not to forget to buy some stuff I need on my way home, and God I have to wash the clothes again, they must be full of sand spots, and … oh, the never ending story 😛 don’t I just love my exhausting life…

I love bikes, they’re really healthy, practical and simply refreshing. I’ve always wished to go to work and back home using a bike. But every time this idea crosses my mind, I can’t help feeling insecure. I mean, I’d be killed so easily if I used one in a main street 😛 Which got me wondering, why don’t Arab countries have special routes for bikes? And I’m not talking about the special “biking places” where you can ride a bike as a hobby in a certain limited area, almost all Arab countries have those. But I’m talking about the biking-routes which are used for transportation just like cars.
I’ve never been to an Arabic country which has special routes for bikes all across it, maybe there is, but I personally don’t know. In Tunisia for example, there are places that have special paths, but not all places have them.
I know that there are some countries in which biking can be so tiresome and might even end up as a torture rather than a pleasant transportation device, like sunny countries of very high temperatures, or countries with many “ups & downs”. But what about the ones with a biking-suitable surface? It should be reconsidered, because when routes like this exist people will be more encouraged to use bikes instead of cars. This will decrease both traffic and pollution. On the other hand it will make it safer for those who cannot afford cars and already have bikes to use them.
There are times when you have to go get something from a certain place, which isn’t that close for you to go on foot, nor that far to start your car, a bike would be enjoyable in that case. There are times when you feel like going somewhere, but you think the weather is too beautiful to be missed when you’re in the car. There are times when you simply feel like enjoying a bike trip with friends or family, you feel like refreshing your energy and tanking in more sun rays, would there be something better than a bike?
Also for children, whose schools are in the neighborhood, why not use a bike to go there? They’ll be more active, healthier, and will save the parents the time of dropping them in and picking them up.
There are so many good reasons to use bikes instead of cars, I’m not saying to replace cars completely, coz that’s impossible in so many cases. But why don’t we use them from time to time, or every time we go to close places, when weather is ok?
I really wish we’ll be having bike routes with their own signs and maps soon in all Arab countries, and I’ll be the first to use them 🙂 .

Yesterday my nephew became 3 years old. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to share my sister and her family these sweet moments because of distance. Specially that her little boy means the world to me and to all of our family members. He’s the first grandchild of the family, and he’s the son of our favorite beautiful sister. I wished I’d be there, but well, I’ll be getting pics at least, and maybe a recorded video tape if I was lucky enough.
Mohammed Jr. (as my parents call him to distinguish between him and my brother who has the same first name) is really a unique boy. He’s so polite, so innocent, yet can be the naughtiest kid ever. He’ll grow up to be a responsible man with a very big heart. He knows the moves of the prayers, and he’s excellent at all dances, and just love being around pretty girls of all ages 😉 We watched our wedding tape last night and saw him and everybody. He was soooooooo cute and sooooooooo little. He’s simply adorable, and loves Barney and strawberries 🙂 And as usual, watching the wedding tape made me miss them all so much. It was the happiest day of my life because we were all gathered together in one place.
Yesterday, when we called to pass our birthday greetings, we talked to sis, and I was so happy because she sounded more relaxed than when she first arrived to Canada.
And although she’s still not that familiar with the country, nor so happy with her social life or life activities, but I know deep inside that she’s gonna make it, and she’ll lead a very successful life. Because I know her, she has the strongest will among us all, and she is smart and energetic enough to make her life full of happiness and great experiences. Not to forget her husband’s support, he helps her out with the kids and everything, and he cooks really well 🙂 And last but not least, the presence of my brother, and his help will top it all with a wonderful touch of warmth, hope and security, and will help her feel the sense of belonging.
Happy Birthday Mohammad Jr. and wish to be there in your coming Birthday 🙂

So by now my sister and her family must be having a good night sleep in their new home. Yes, they’ve left Jordan to Canada this weekend for good. And what really shocks me is how I feel about all this. I mean I’m not in Jordan any longer, and I already don’t see her nor her family, but still, when I heard the news of her immigration, I had a weird feeling. First I was so happy for her, she’s always wished to go live there for so many reasons, specially insuring a better future for her kids. But then I started missing her like hell, more than I already miss her and her family. I felt she’s leaving my sight to somewhere so far, and that she actually left me to somewhere else. It is weird, I know, but it just happened. I really miss her even more. And every time I remember that she left without me being right there around her, helping her pack, taking care of her two little boys, supporting her and cheering her up, I feel terrible, and I wish I’d go back in time to be there for her. And well, one thought I really hate like hell is the fact that her baby boy will grow up not recognizing his aunt (me) 🙁 I love her kids, specially the 3 year old, as I spent around 2 years with him, and I was there when he came into the world. He’s so cute and so well-behaved, and his voice, it’s just like an angel. He just learned his first few words, and can have this very cute little baby conversation, no baby vocabulary, but grown-ups’ vocabulary with this amazing baby accent 🙂 and this little other devil, he’s still few months old, but has a unique devilish smile that captures your heart, I love them so much. May God be with all of them every step of the way…
Immigration isn’t easy at all, and to take such a decision is not as simple as going like: ok, I have a better option why don’t I just pack and fly to where I want to.
It’s hard for both the immigrants and the ones who love them. And only now that I’m all grown up, I realized how hard it has been to our great mother to leave from place to place with the five of us with no one helping her in any way when the circumstances didn’t allow dad to leave with her. Only now I understood how strong and brave she was to go through such experiences over and over again. I wish we could pay her back in any way, we’ve been the naughtiest kids any family could ever have.
As for sis, I just wish her and her family the best of luck, a stable life and a happy secure future. But well, having my brother there will sure make it so much easier for her. Specially that she and him make a great team together, and they’re still best friends 🙂 she always cared for him, not only him, but all of us actually. And boy oh boy, one shouldn’t miss their gatherings, it’s so fun, you can’t stop laughing, both are magnificent. I’ll miss their presence when I visit Jordan next time, and I hope we’ll be able to gather all together again and have one of those hilarious conversations.
I also hope that mom and dad will get over missing the three of us, three? No, the SEVEN of us, my big brother, my big sister, her husband and her two little cute boys, me and my husband. And well, I wish that if my other sister and brother had to leave Jordan, then they’ll end up either in Canada or in Tunisia, not any other place.
I miss them all, I miss being with them, and I can’t wait to see them.

I was peacefully sitting in my office, doing my work, when I heard sudden knocking on the window. Being in the 4th floor makes it almost impossible for a human being to be hanging out there with a smile on his face asking me to open up, but being in March, this very moody month, makes it so possible and absolutely normal to have clouds coming out of nowhere, and then rain falling so heavily that it actually sounds like a human knocking on the window.
Great news is, I have my spring jacket on, and have put my umbrella to sleep few minutes before I left home this morning. And Lucky me, because of the Arab Summit that will take place in Tunis, the whole area is restricted to cars and taxis, i.e. I will have to walk my head off till I reach the nearest street where I can finally get a cab.
In short, by the time I reach home I’ll be literally AquaCool 😉

I can’t describe the weird me today. I woke up happy, thank God for that. I had a usual smile on my face, good mood, full of energy (though I didn’t get enough sleep) and then reached work. Ever since the minute I opened the office I’ve been feeling like laughing, really laughing. LOL, I’m working seriously and talking seriously, but still it’s as if someone has told me a very funny joke in the morning, that every time I remember it I laugh, only that I haven’t heard any jokes. Normally I get this feeling (accompanied with fatal distraction :P) when I get no sleep at all the night before, this is the first time I experience this after a normal night sleep!! Strange! But well, I’m happy for this feeling, who doesn’t wanna laugh, huh!

I’ve always wanted to become a writer one day, but somehow when I had to make up my mind what to study in university, I chose to learn languages and literature instead of being specialized in one language and its writing styles. The reason is my love to learning new languages, on the other hand I wanted to open the door to more new cultures. But still I love writing. It’s one of the things I enjoy most. And when I created this blog, all I wanted was to write about topics I feel are worth discussing, I didn’t want it to be a tool to convince people of my own point of view, neither did I want to use it to brainwash the readers, it’s simply a very personal blog where I post a very personal opinion in a very personal way of writing, nothing more, nothing less.
I never claimed being a great writer, neither did I mention that I have a perfect knowledge of writing methods. I use the simplest words, apply the simplest rules, and give the simplest examples from my surrounding. This is me, and this is my style.
Therefore if any of you have something against my way of writing, or think it’s not good enough, here you go a little useful piece of advice: take it easy guys, and instead of wasting your time visiting my blog every now and then, and instead of wasting space in your own blogs to link to my “poor writing” posts, why don’t you try to link to those you admire, enjoy and find the best?
As for me, I’m so proud of my writings, and I’m so happy with my style, and I’ll keep on blogging for those who love my writing and who like my way of discussing issues even if they don’t agree with me and what I think.

Did it ever cross your mind that one day your grandchildren might call you “old-fashioned”? Well I always think of this myself. Every time I watch TV and have this smile on my face when I see how people used to do their hair or match their clothes, and every time I watch pictures of the family many years ago, I wonder, how would it be like if my grandchildren laugh at the way I used to look??
I’m not talking about fashion as in wearing everything people call modern and stylish, I just mean this trend that labels each decade. I consider myself a modern person, although I never follow the latest fashion trends, unless I find them tasteful and appropriate for both my environment and character, which is really rare 😉
Anyways, what amazes me is that there are people who we never find old-fashioned even if they were following the latest trends, that’s because their trends are somehow similar to ours, or because we are following the trends of their time. When I look at my pics as I was a teenager, and although I didn’t imitate girls of my age in the way I used to dress myself, but still I can feel the old-fashioned touch in my hair, loool. It was cute and was admired by people back then, actually it is coming back nowadays, but I don’t think I’m much into it 😉
On the other hand, my parents for example, when I look at their pictures, the only things I really feel were old-fashioned are the glasses, and the wide cut trousers they used to wear. Maybe also the thick belts on the waist 🙂 Another difference is the color, they used to wear multicolored shirts and costumes, nowadays we wear bright colors, but I don’t know, I feel the guys back then used to wear more colors in one piece and used to also wear shirts with flowers on them more than guys would in our time 🙂 I really love comparing old and modern styles of everything, I find it interesting!
Another thing I think of is what more new things fashion people could create in the time of my grandchildren? What would their “modern look” look like? Would their outfits look crazier? More colorful? What would the most used material be? How would their shoes look like? What kinds of cuts would there be to invent?
Whatever their fashion trends would look like, I don’t really care, I just hope that they wont end up having a fashion that reveals more than it covers, and that provokes the instinct more than it respects the body, although I’m not very optimistic about that.
Whatever their fashion will be, there is a very big possibility that they’d think of me as old-fashioned, and they might even avoid asking me about what they should wear or how they look. I wont be sad for that, I’ll just laugh when I compare myself to them when I was their age, and well I’ll sure remember this post and wonder if they would post something similar… only if blogs weren’t old-fashioned by then 😉