Monthly Archives: March 2014

انتفاض البرلمان الأردني

..ضجة تحت قبة البرلمان

..أصوات

..تصاريح

..مطالب للحكومة

..اجتماع لجان

..تقديم برامج و حلول

..مقابلات على التلفاز و الراديو و الجرايد

..جلسات تحاور

..مناظرة فيها أكثر من ألف مشاهد و منقولة على التلفاز

..تحرك سريع للنواب و الرأي العام..اعتصام أمام أكثر من وزارة

يا ترى ماذا يحصل لتهتز السلطة التشريعية للمملكة الأردنية بهذا الشكل؟

.هل يقوم النواب بمطالبة إرجاع أموال الفاسدين؟ لا

اه ,إذاً أكيد قضية الشهيد رائد زعيتر؟ كمان لا

اه اه إذاً أكيد مشكلة تراجع أداء المستشفيات و المستوى التعليمي؟ كمان لا

مممم إذاً هل وجد حل لأزمة اللاجئين السوريين؟ لا

طب إذاً هل هم يطالبوا بمساعدات أكثر للأردن ؟ لا

إذاً لماذا كل هذا؟  الأرجيلة

نعم، فبعد طول انتظار جاء أمين لعمان لديه العقل و المنطق لكي يطبق قانون منع التدخين في الأماكن المغلقة و العامة، و منع تقديم الأرجيلة، إذ أصبحت وباء منتشر يقدم للأطفال أمام المدارس و في المطاعم و يغلق الشوارع. فوزير الصحة و أخيراً قرر ,بعد إرتفاع معدل الوفيات و الإصابات بأمراض من التدخين ,تطبيق القانون. و لكن السلطة التشريعية، التي شرعت هذا القانون رقم 47 لا تريد تطبيقه ولا حتى تحت القبة. فبعد إعلان هذا القرار انتفض البرلمان بحجة السياحة و على أن السائح لا يجد ما يفعله في الأردن إلا الأرجيلة..شكلو راحت عن بالهم البتراء و البحر البيت و            العقبة و جرش و وادي رم و وادي الموجب و و و

اليوم تراجعت الحكومة بعد ضغط نيابي عن قرارها و قررت سماح تقديم الأراجيل في المقاهي، و النواب فرحين جداً من هذا القرار، لدرجة إني فكرت انهم حرروا القدس..يا حسرتي على هيك برلمان لا يقدر صحة المواطن و لا يطبق قانون في الدستور الاردني

‘This too shall pass’

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The other day I heard a small story, that I don’t know where it originated from or whether it’s true or not, I just had to share it. A powerful king gathered a group of wise men to think of something to carve on his ring. He wanted this ring to work in a way where it would make him happy if he is feeling miserable and  that every time he is sad, the ring would make him feel better and happier. After long continuous deliberations, he was given a ring with the phrase ‘this too shall pass’ etched on it.

I thought about the validity of this phrase for so long as it triggered my inner curiosity, and I couldn’t think of any reason to why it would be invalid. ‘This too shall pass’ achieves the desired consequence of feeling happy when one is sad and vice versa. Anyone feeling tired, pessimistic, exhausted and just wanting to finish whatever is driving him/her insane, thinking that time will eventually move and this is all temporary is emotionally relaxing and mentally comforting. However, the other side of it stings. When one is exhilarated with life and the mind is completely relaxed, thinking that the current positive condition is also temporary could be a painful moment-ruining realisation.  Abraham Lincoln referred to something like this in his 1859 speech, where he says: “And this, too, shall pass away. How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!”. Lincoln captured the effect of this phrase as it really does painfully restrain our happiness in moments of joy, and comforts our souls in painful situations.

I probably like using ‘this too shall pass’ nowadays as I am coming into a difficult phase but I know I will not be thrilled with its effect when I am sitting back on my comfy chair and reading or when I am gathered around my favourite people talking and catching up, or when I am enjoying a moment of accomplishment. Perhaps the best thing to do is to TRY and enjoy the moment we are living in, whether it inflicts happiness or pain, one should live it.

To anyone on the peek of the mountain of happiness; appreciate and live every moment as ‘this too shall pass’. To anyone out there currently under a very strenuous situation, hold on and remember:  ‘this too shall pass’.

You see with your heart.

It has been a sunny couple of days up here in Edinburgh, and my mental state immediately adjusted with the appearance of the sun and the clear skies. They say the sun is going to leave tomorrow, but that I don’t mind, because after a little chat with a woman, it’s important that we all have our own sunshine to resort to in windy rainy days.

Walking down the street back from university, I couldn’t ignore the sun calling me to sit and enjoy it before I go back and study. A woman, probably in her 60s, accompanied with the cutest 2 dogs, came and sat next to me. I, of course already had my notebook in front of me, doodling my thoughts away.

‘A writer, are you?’ she whispers. For a second I didn’t realise she was talking to me, but when I did I immediately responded with a no. You can see here that my social skills with people are improving, I am no longer showing that cold first impression, but an awkwardly smiling one. ‘But you seem to be so involved in what you’re writing, I can hear the pen scratching on the paper?’ she said. ‘Ah well, I wouldn’t call myself a writer, I blog though, if that can be considered a form of writing’. She started and never seemed to finish, so this is all what I can remember and squeeze out of her strong Scottish accent: ‘You don’t really have actually write a book to be a writer, you can be a writer by sending a message to your friend, by formulating those exacts words into sentences that the other person needed at that time. You can portray a story you have seen, portray it objectively, and that could be the hardest things you know, writing without inserting our own opinions. I try to write sometimes, but I am trying to take that extra leap and go into being an author. That’s more difficult, you know why? because an author requires that sense of imagination that sense of creativity of creating characters nearly alive, it may turn you insane you know, you end up living with non-existant characters who comply with your exact specifications, but are sadly not there for you. Have you ever experienced that?’

I suddenly found myself talking comfortably to this person who had the smallest piercing blue eyes: ‘I actually think my utmost frustration in life is not finding people who comply with the standards I put, people who always disappoint me, I think my expectations are too high, maybe the books I’ve read have showed me an unrealistic version of the perfect best friends, the perfect family, the perfect outing, the perfect date, the perfect soulmate. I find myself always pushing the people who want to get nearer further and further away, and mainly that’s because I never believe their true intentions, nor the personalities they show me, I always believe there is a hidden agenda, sorry I think blabbered a lot’.

She smiled, and said: ‘My dear, as someone who has read as many books as the days I have lived, I understand what you say, I understand your words. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you to wait and in the years to come that Mr. Darcy (YES she knew him) will come along the way, or that a person like Elinor Dashwood will come and drown you with her genuineness. These characters are an author’s way of resorting to people who kept up with his/her expectations. You will find yours, through your pen, and through this life. Along the way, you will have to accept and open your mind and heart to people who will love you, but with a bit of selfishness, that is the human nature. I advise you to always keep that pen and paper with you, take your characters with you, take your words, take your writings, take your books, take them wherever you go in this crazy journey. And do you know who you should also take with you? the people who appreciate you, those who love you, and those you keep on pushing you to go further and further. These deserve your admiration and love, which I know you will surround them with…OH Nicky and Sammy  (which I presume are her dogs’ names), I almost forgot about you. oh well, I should go now. Have a good life ride, and separate your mind: separate your expectations from reality my dear.

Come on boys’

And as she walked away, with the two dogs by her side, I notice something that I didn’t before. Those blue eyes cannot see anything, that angel I just met, cannot see how the sun is smiling over us today, but she can definitely see the beauty of literature and real life; through her heart.

Startup disk is almost full.

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Sitting in a local book/coffee shop, totally focused on writing and studying this second year of law school mess I am currently in, multiples of files open on my laptop: from lecture handouts, to essay drafts, to reading lists, to a legal dictionary, to statutes and you know where this is going. Of course studying isn’t complete without Facebook, twitter, youtube, google and the dailymail tabs. You can imagine the hassle, but hey what’s writing an essay all about without procrastination?. This place I am sitting in is pretty cosy, where it gets to the point that the other customer may be sitting next you at the same table. I was so into my work, when this little warning tab appears saying ‘Your startup disk is almost full. You need to make more space by deleting files’. I have had that message appear over and over again and I hated it because it made my laptop slower hence my working slower and puts my files at risk of being lost (& I can’t deal with that now!). Anyway, when I read it I was like: eeehhhh. I don’t think I realised I said it out loud, nor did I realise the old man sitting next to me. oops. I thought I’d act like nothing happened and continue with my life, but no. The man had other plans. He quickly said: is there something wrong my dear?. I smiled, I didn’t really have the energy to be kind anymore, and told him ‘it’s just a computer issue’. ‘What’s wrong?’ was his reply. My mind was shouting oh God please make him go away. My mouth uttered ‘I just need to delete some files as my laptop’s memory is apparently full’. ‘And that bothers you why?’ was what I got in return. I was really losing it but I didn’t want to be rude to what seemed like a sweet soul: ‘because I really have no time to deal with extra memory or anything slowing down my work’. You know what I got as reply? I got the most amazing most extraordinary most brilliant analogy, that even I, a literature and double-meaning enthusiast, couldn’t think of :

“That is what exactly happens to us in life. We reach a point where our problems, our music, our readings, our work, our studies, our friends, and yes even our family, constitute as burdens on us. Whatever you got on that computer is more than it can handle. Too many issues you’re dealing with at the same time. Our brain is like a robot, you cannot pressure it with all of this information and overwhelm it with such pain and happiness. You might hate that subject but love that piece of news. Keep that news piece on your laptop, and throw out the subject. And I get that sometimes you need to go through a tough time, that’s why you sacrifice your happiness. You leave the good thing, the thing which initiates happiness, and accept the thing which provokes anger and frustration. That’s ok. As long as you learn from it and win the battle, you can throw it out eventually and receive double doses of happiness in return. I am going to leave you now, leave you to balance your options. And if there is one thing I can advise you, as my brain is probably fuller than yours, is to throw out the negatives, not the toughness, but the negatives. Throw, no actually KICK out, kick out the people who put you down, those who make it a goal of theirs to defeat you, and most importantly those who make you doubt yourself. Those are taking a lot of your memory space. Empty it, empty it all out”.

I couldn’t wait till he left, so I can shed a tear and start deleting my files. Thank you laptop and thank you stranger, you have, in two minutes, cleared my view.