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Life in Still Motion. Increscunt animi, virescit volnere virtus. The masses and Italy. July 5, 2010. I really couldn’t fight the urge to post this blog, I mean I postponed it till today instead of Saturday (when first @trellalb emailed me the photos). Let’s start with the photos :. Photos provided by @trellalb. Photos provided by @trellalb. And now to move on to the words, I would like to say what my late math teacher used to tell us :. لو كان الهبل بوجع … كانت العالم مشلوحة بالمستشفيات *. July 3, 2010.
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Consider this...: January 2013
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Idle thoughts from my life so far - A personal journal. Friday, January 11, 2013. Wishing upon a star. It is the 11. Of January, a day that one of the more famous (though not necessarily more credible) astrologers noted as the day when the skies open up to all Capricorns and receive their sincerest wishes. So I basically figured “What’s the harm? I know what I want, but am I saying it right? Am I asking with sufficient sincerity? Is my desire clear? And mostly, what is truly pertinent: if the 11. على تلك...
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Consider this...: A note to my unborn child
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Idle thoughts from my life so far - A personal journal. Sunday, January 12, 2014. A note to my unborn child. This note is for you, my sweet unborn child. You may or may not come, God only knows, but I have imagined you for too long not to write to you. You should know from the start that I love you – whether you remain imaginary or become real – I truly love you. This longing for you over the years, though sometimes frustrating, has always also brought me joy. I love you for being with me and my delays.
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Consider this...: June 2015
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Idle thoughts from my life so far - A personal journal. Sunday, June 7, 2015. غاب حضن البيت الدافئ. الغرف الملأى بالأحباء والأقارب. والهتاف باسم "أميرة" عن رأس الدرج. خلا البيت من مغزاه. انقضت أعمارنا فيه لحظة خروجك منه. باتت الجدران هشّة، بلا لون. صغرت الغرف، تبدّل لون الشبابيك. صفحات ذكرياتنا اصفرّت وتفتفتت واختفت. فالبيت ما حملها يوماً،. لم يحملك يوماً. أنت من كنت تحمليننا فيه. وهكذا، انمحى عن عتبة البيت سحر اللقاء. وتغرّبنا بغيابك، يا غالية. رحمك الله أينما كنت. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Consider this...: April 2011
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Idle thoughts from my life so far - A personal journal. Wednesday, April 20, 2011. You Never Forget the War…. For cultures like ours that are prone to drama, we hold onto and mark all sorts of dates that – mostly – refer to a dramatic event. When speaking of national memory, this is at a whole different level to the “Where were you when Kennedy was shot? Tuesday, April 5, 2011. With that insight, I was suddenly a little more confused and had to ask what other factors were there, then, that stood in the w...
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Consider this...: January 2014
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Idle thoughts from my life so far - A personal journal. Sunday, January 12, 2014. A note to my unborn child. This note is for you, my sweet unborn child. You may or may not come, God only knows, but I have imagined you for too long not to write to you. You should know from the start that I love you – whether you remain imaginary or become real – I truly love you. This longing for you over the years, though sometimes frustrating, has always also brought me joy. I love you for being with me and my delays.
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Consider this...: February 2014
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Idle thoughts from my life so far - A personal journal. Monday, February 17, 2014. أحبك كما أحب فلسطين. أحبك كما أحب فلسطين. وطن فلت من بين أيدينا ونحن نائمين. حلم يعيش وينبض في ذاكرتنا. ونغضب عليه ولأجله كما نشاء. ونبكيه ونبكي غياب المثال عنا. ذلك الذي رسمناه في شعرنا وأغانينا. أحبك يا وطني كما أحب فلسطين. رومانسية حبي تحميك من كل بشاعة. وكل ذل وكل عيب أو خطأ. يا ترى يا وطني. كما ضاعت فلسطين؟ Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). أحبك كما أحب فلسطين. A DOCTOR IN GALILEE. Arafat Started the Fires.
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Consider this...: Ask not what your country can do for you…
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Idle thoughts from my life so far - A personal journal. Sunday, November 23, 2014. Ask not what your country can do for you…. Today is my country’s independence day, but I have given it another name in recent years. A play on words in Arabic allows me to exchange one letter and turn it to ‘exploitation day’, though there are frequently times when I feel that exploitation is not commemorated just that one day a year at all. I love my country and would hope to always call myself a patriot. Growing up as an...
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Consider this...: June 2012
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Idle thoughts from my life so far - A personal journal. Saturday, June 30, 2012. The House of the (Hot) Rising Sun. There is a lot of talk about the heat, here in Sudan. As I enter the office every morning, the security guard greeting me will ask me “keef el sakhana? 8221; (how’s the heat? With a smile that is part solidarity, part apology. There are no two ways about it – Khartoum is hot! Tuesday, June 12, 2012. Haboob made an appearance before I even got here – it was active the night I was flyin...
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