Today, 15 may is 60 anniversary of Palestine’s catastrophe, and anniversary of declaring Israel, the state of war and massacres.

The fact of Palestine is not by History and Documents, it’s not by Agreements and treaties, the fact of Palestine is by self-sacrifice of a Palestinian to liberate his humanity, that crucial moment when a Palestinian with rocks in his hand standing face to face with Occupation soldiers, ready to defend his land and dignity, making himself a human shield for his brothers and sisters, doesn’t care in bullets of hate and spite.

This is the fact of Palestine, which says it’s ours, cause no one deserve a land if he is not ready to die for, Israeli never die for his land, cause he fear death, he doesn’t acknowledge martyrdom, cause he die while trying to kill Palestinians, while the Palestinians die while trying to liberate themselves from occupation.

The main success that Israel was able to achieve till now, is the victory in mining the Arab world and Muslims with a lot of hate and spite to her, and she enjoy doing this.

The explosion moment is nearby, the moment where all these hate and spite that been planted by Israel itself will burn everything by her name, it’s like Israel can’t live without holocausts, she can’t pass over the history and make a new day, a new future, so If she wasn’t in the holocaust, she make a new one after one to the Palestinian people, it’s like these holocaust she made feed her emotions, her life, her twisted mind.

Palestine you are ours, not cause of AQSA neither of Grandfathers blood which blend with olive trees, Palestine you are ours, cause you are ours, nothing more, so simple.

A sixty years of tyranny and injustice, still the resistance is existed, a resistance of youth who look for a better tomorrow, a resistance of youth who fight for peace, for freedom, for safe.

A lot of people started to feel weak, and fear to support the resistance, saying how can you defeat Israel, it’s like a bird fighting huge angry bull.

The resistance may knew she can’t defeat Israel alone, but she is not just fighting only the occupation, she fights our silence, chasing our conscious which decided to hide fearing the terrorism of Zionists.

Viva Palestine, Viva Resistance.

This post is in solidarity with blogging about Palestine day event.

اطّلع على النسخة العربية من هذه النشرة

I have been tagged several times by Ahmad Nazir Bekdash [Arabic], thanks to him, I will write about one of these taggs which is “Mention your defects”.

I tried to write more than once, and each time, the post end in recycle bin, I checked what other bloggers said about mentioning their defects, most of them was cute and funny, they were not a real defect, they were most like personality description, maybe good for some, and bad for others, it’s a relative issue.

I believe that defect must be against community idealist values to be a real defect, and in that case, it takes a lot of courage to divulge it, the purpose to divulge a defect is to give people a chance to know that others share the same problem, they suffer what you suffer, and there is a solution for it.

This point is what I want to discuss, are we as Arabic Bloggers able to divulge our defects to our community?, without being judged, or being analyzed based on your defects.

I can write down one hundred defect in my personality, some take it good, other take it bad, but it won’t be a real one, cause if I listed my real defects, I would be judged by one of our community’s naïves, those who have more than I do in defects, yet they can’t see the purpose of mentioning your real problems, instead they prefer to judge you and deny the existence of these problems in the community.

Lately I was reading for Mohammad Omar [Arabic], a Jordanian blogger who is married and has two daughters, one of them is in my age (20’s), when reading for him, you feel like you are reading something real, something has a value, a life experience, his great frankness with himself, and publishing what he went through of life’s problem, or what real defects has in his personality, is an important attempt to nudge the reader and motivate him to take some lessons of his life.

Soon he was been judged, his public image was sabotaged and distort by angry comments, then he was forced to delete one of the best of his posts, which contain a lot of life experiences, and wisdoms, just because of those naives, behind their screens, couldn’t handle that much of opening, that much of frankness, so they fight it, by judging and mocking.

We never reached that level of awareness, which make the reader able to see the purpose of a subject, instead we focus on special words and statements. I have read while ago, a post talking about sexual energy drinks, the post never contained a “sexual” word nor ” penis”, in fact when the paragraph contained “penis” word, it was listed in English, instead of Arabic? Why? Cause the author knew, that his reader will focus only in these words, and they will never see the purpose of the article, which reminds me on a post [Arabic] talking about, why Arabs use English to express such embarrassing subjects?.

If we asked a blogger to write about his experience with pornographic sites, why? And when he use it? How his resistance fail to reject these sites?, you will find a huge rejection for such a subject, even the article won’t be on pornographic descriptions, it will analysis why and when his ability fail to resist his desires.

First one to reject such a subject will be unfortunately is me!, cause I’m not that brave to face my community’s judgments, yet.

Even if someone did it, you will sudden see all the people became angles!!, no one ever seen pornographic sites!!, and they turn against him, judging him, or start giving him idealist ideas!!, no one listen, no one acknowledge that he suffers the same issue, no one at all, which will lead to picture that man as an alien, sick, and non of human been is like him, then issue is ignored, and the solution too as a result.

On the same pattern, we can check the frankness of the whole community, I mean have you ever wondered, If we are all against and I mean all of us, against dirty songs channels, and we have already read many, many article about fighting them, yet, they are here, and their business is flourishing, Oh god people, focus a little, who are the customers?!, think a little, you will find out that both major producers represent two tends, an Islamic and Nationalist (Rotana from Saudi Arabia, Melody from Egypt), I wonder what is the common element between them? Aha, the same customers, same people who hate these channels, in public they fight it, but in home they watch it, and support it.

Anyway, why I’m so angry about nothing!!, I’m not different, so I will do the tag as other bloggers did:

• I hate coffee.
• I hate waking up early morning especially for 8.00 am lectures.
• I get angry easily.
• I get calm easily.
• And I love Rola Saad (Arab singer, use her body as temptation) [Shame on me].

Finally, as always, check out the Arabic version of this article, one language is not enough anymore, you should consider learning Arabic.

I still remember this incident which happened to me at the start of November 2005.

The story begins with me knowing about the new movie at Cham Cinema, I got excited especially the midterm exam is ahead, and I thought about a little entertaining myself won’t hurt anyone.

My friend, Alaa, who is my best friend, and like a brother for me, who is running a telecom shop at Aljameelia where his brothers help him, and he likes going to cinema like me, plus, Catherine Zitta jones is the favorite actor for me and him, so I suggested going there.

Well my Friend Alaa, while he is working, you feel like he is a mobile radar station, he answers the phone, takes care of a customer, and works on his pc all in one…amazing, isn’t!?.

Later, I discovered that he focuses on one thing only :), and follow the others by such a words like: humm, Ahaa, yeah, yes I’m listening…etc, which is an automated words, nothing more.

At that moment, I asked him: would you like going to cinema, Legend of Zorro?, with Catherine is there, at Cham Cinema.

Alaa: Ahaa, yeah, sure.

At home, he called me again, and said:

• What did you asked me at shop?!.
• Ahhh, man, where were you when I asked you.
• He said: you always ask me when I’m busy, now tell me, what was about it.
• I said: Would you like going to cinema, legend of Zorro?.
• He answers: Hummm, you know what, I’m not in the mood for that.
• Ok, as you wish.

After two days, he calls me again:

• Hay Ali, would you like going to cinema?
• Me: yeah, sure, what is the movie about.
• He: Legend of Zorro, with Catherine Zitta Jones.
• Me: wow man, I asked you about it 2 days ago, what’s wrong with you.
• He: Ah, yeah, but today, Accad Institution is going there, I thought about going out with them.
• Me: Is there any hot chicks.
• He: 50/50.
• Me: Ok then, lets meet at 3:30 pm, I will wait for you.

I was there exactly at 3:30 pm, he got late, so I said, it’s ok, his home is nearby, no need to worry, but let me give him a call:

• Hay Alaa, how you do?, where are you now?.
• I’m at the “Koora” roundabout [Famous spot of Aleppo].
• Then it’s less than a minute and you will be here.

Then it’s a minute, two, three, then I called him again:

• Where the hell are you?.
• He: I’m inside the Cinema now!!.
• What, I didn’t see coming inside, wait, I’m outside, I’m coming for you.

I went there, and still can’t find him, then he called me:

• He said: Where are you Aliiiii, [While he is talking I was hearing the voices of a movie, then I knew what happened].
• I asked him: Which Cinema you are in?.
• He said: Cinema Halab.

My friend Alaa, forgot to tell me which cinema since we never expected that Cinema Cham and Halab are rolling the same movie at the same time.

I watched the movie alone, seeing all the guys with their friends, and since Cinema Halab is ahead ten minutes, Alaa finished the movie and called me, to tell me the end, and spoil the movie for me.

I learned that day, whenever calling on cell phone, the golden words are: Where, and Where, then When

Check out the Arabic version of this post, read it, discover it, enjoy.

Don’t get yourself tired by searching for perfection in people, cause you won’t find it, but [in other hand] searching for self development, and pursuit perfection is considered noble target.

You should consider your body as a hardware, which always need maintenance and developing, plus consider your mind as software which always need updating, and fixing bugs.

If you thought you will achieve development as you grow up normally, you are wrong, you need to seek and work on yourself to achieve what you want.

While I go out, I get shocked from youth of my age, by how do they spend their free time, they take out the chairs to set on the side walk, smoking Arkeela [Bubble hubble], sharing files and videos !! with their cell phones.

It’s summer, and people like to have fun, it’s ok, but the scene, repeat itself every day, from sunset to sun dawn, playing with cards and smoking, nearly 7 hours daily.

They are from my age, from my generation, but I don’t how do they have all that time, yes I’m not working, and yes I’m in my summer vacation, not so busy, but I couldn’t have the chance to set 7 hours at once !!.

I’m not generalizing, cause there are a lot of people who smoke and play cards, but in specific weekly or even monthly periods, after exhausting work time, in this case, it’s ok, cause this is considered as a refreshment for human self. But when it comes as daily habit !!, like every day is a weekend, it’s not logical.

Cause when you lose your time by not investing it, you are not responsible human, even if you are unemployed, you should use your time on self development, like working out, reading, level up your speech skills, make your speech more meaningful, more useful, not all the time, cause every one need to have fun once and while.

One day, while being in photocopy center, waiting for my order, I saw the typing man, holding two papers, trying to type them [keyboard them], he put the papers down, searching for a lighter, once he found it, he sat and light up his cigarette, then start typing, I focused on him a little, I discovered, that each 20~30 seconds, he needs 10 seconds, to inhale his smoke, then put it back. Some of ashes fell on the keyboard, he started to cursing and swearing, he left up the keyboard, and blow it with air. That took 20 minutes.

Tow paper !! if he were serious, he would probably done in 10 minutes, I went out and back, but he were in the first page, and another smoke was lighten up, where is the command and quality in his work?!.

In Aleppo city [my city], which is the economical capital of Syria, shops and markets don’t open till 11 or 12 am, the dealers are lazy, they claim that there is not demand in the early morning, how would there be a demand while you are closing? Who will buy if you are closed?.

The mayor of Aleppo lately ordered the shops and markets to open in 9am, even myself wishing to make the markets open and available 24/7, specially the shopping malls, but the dealers objected this law, they don’t want to open early, cause most of them, slept lately to the sun dawn, watching TV, or playing cards.

Why this laziness, there is intention to do the work in serious way, even they don’t like to provide the best customer service, all they want is the money, and the customer needs are the last in the list, no one is excited to work, even taxi drivers, which he is not satisfy with the counter rate, or satisfy with your destination, neither you as a customer, even if you have the money, they just want to serve you with the least effort, and take the highest sum.

They claim by the low salary in companies and low profit in corporations, but if that so, why we see many Syrian companies which is pretty successful, what is the difference between them, successful and losers?.

Why people don’t work on their selves, improving their capabilities, why they don’t read as an example?, I’m not that guy who read a lots, but I read, and I find joy in reading, very useful and important.

How can we change, why should we change? Serdal [Arabic] is saying it’s stupidity to re use the same solutions which proved its failure, he focus on important point, which is, we should not fight changing, and take some risk, and I add, you should always be convicted with the desire of development, changing on healthy basics, don’t ever get satisfy with your current statues, always look higher, but in realistic way, with an eye of positive hope.

It’s nice to accept yourself, but it’s more nicer to accept that you deserve more, you deserve better, and you should seek to change yourself by yourself, once again, if you were not serious in changing yourself, you will never achieve that.

After forcing drivers to fast seatbelts [in Aleppo city], they got angry !!. no one can force them, like this belt is to execute them not to save them.

The funny thing, the drivers started to put the seatbelt on them, without fasting it, plugging it with its socket, so funny, and so sarcasm.

I told the driver while he is passing red light !!, you forgot to fast your seatbelt, he answered me: yes I know, no one sees me.

The stupid understood me, as advising him to avoid police attention, not to save his life, in case of accident, once again, no responsibility nor quality in the work.

Secret of change, is from yourself, Be serious in your work, cause your work is a reflection on you, and on your identity, always seek development, improve your lifestyle, from eating to walking!!, even your way of speak.

Check the Arabic Translation, read it, learn it, enjoy.

Have you ever felt in time as it’s one second.

I still remember that 5 years old kid, I remember him while his mother is feeding him, wondering her which kinds of food he likes, cause everything is new for him, the smell, the colors, and my mom’s food still the most delicious I ever tasted, and once I finish, she wipes my mouth with a smooth napkin, then takes me to the tub.

She lifts me up, so I can reach the water, then starts washing them, I can remember the taste of soap entering my mouth, the sound of her bracelets under the water, making quiet and elegant sound.

There was a mirror over the tub, when I stand on my feet, I can barely see top of my head, and when I jump, I see my face for a moment, then I go back to the land.

Once I decided to see my whole face on that mirror, I wanted to feel like grownups when they wash their hands, I brought a chair, and stand on it, then I looked to myself, I started to smile and laugh, Aha, here I am.

Then I stopped smiling, I saw my eyes, those eyes which all the people talk about their beauty, it’s weird that pupil, it’s like you are seeing someone in it, at that moment, I made a wish with all my power, I said: “Oh God, I wish I can see my whole self at the mirror without a chair”.

Year goes, and year comes, worries and problems, joy and happiness, they went without return, I’m now 22 years old on this earth, as usual, I finished my lunch, heading to the tub to wash my hands without any difficult, and as I dry my face, I started to look at the mirror, doing silly faces, suddenly I felt a wave of heat invading my body, Then I felt like all my blood frozen in my veins, followed with a soft shudder.

Like I knew this moment before, I have seen it somewhere, it’s like when the elevator just going down, you feel unbalanced, and your head starts quickly to match the images, before the moment goes.

You don’t want to miss this moment, you want to remember when you felt this before, you know you can do it, but you need more time, don’t move, don’t change anything, image after image, sound after sound, and flashbacks, come on, come on, where are you when I need you, talking to my memory.

Finally, I stopped, looking at my eye’s pupil reflection, smiling, I knew what happened.

I have been bigger [grown up], but why my dreams are smaller.

Check the Arabic version of this post, read it, spread it, enjoy.

The cage is big and wide, still they are not singing, damn these little nasty birds, what’s wrong with them not singing, they were two love birds, blue which is female, and green who is male, I built them a small nest, few months later, the female put 4 small eggs, she started to hatch them, but they still not singing, what’s wrong?.

I entered my hand and started to chase one of them, you can see them flying from a corner to another, almost their breath is taken, I looked at the mother in her nest, I took a stick and started annoying her to leave her eggs, she moved away looking to the nest, feeling scare that I may do something wrong to them, I knew she is interested in her eggs, but I just love to annoy them.

I let them for a while, cause their full surrender to me, gave me a desire to annoy them more, this time I brought water spray, I pushed it toward them, till all their feather is wet, the mother and father came out of the nest drying their wings, at this moments, I stroke their nest and smashed it down, the eggs were totally ruined, mother and father gone crazy.

I hated their ugly voice screaming at me, I just wanted to make them shut up, I entered my hand to make them fear and shut up, feeling in power and control on them, how can they run away of me, no one will stop me, how can they “Resist” me, I gripped the mother to see the father reaction, I gripped her hard, feeling her heart beats on my palm, the father still looking at me, whistling like a crazy, I twisted the mother very hard, and let her fell bottom of the cage, she was hopeless, unable to move, feeling dizzy, then I tried to capture the father.

But the surprise is when I tried to capture that little bastard, he bite my finger, I was shocked, I pulled my hand out looking at the blood, I couldn’t believe it, I decided to give him a lesson, how can a small weak nasty bird attacks me?, I entered my hand straight to him, he didn’t run away this time, he swooped on me, wow, not just him, and his wife too, the bastard, he recruited his wife against me, is this believable?, this is insane, savagery, that’s it, this is terrorism itself, how can you be birds, and you are so savage, and suicide nature is in your blood.

I took out my note book and wrote down a small note for me and for my kids later: Love Birds are terrorists, they must be killed with no mercy.

Check out the Arabic version of this article, read it, visit it, enjoy.

Of Course, each one has a 1^st word in his life, maybe it’s Mama, Baba, Dada, Unfortunately my parents didn’t kept an Audio or Video record for my 1^st word in my life, cause back then (1985~198 it was not common to have a video camera in Syrian families.

Anyway, my post today is not about your 1^st word in your life, it’s about your 1^st word on internet, I think most of us remember how he logged in to the internet for the 1^st time, opening that white page (google) and typing his 1^st word for search.

I still remember when I bought my 1^st pc, it’s a historical day for me, I had my 1^st personal computer @ 28-5-2001 after I finished my 10^th grad final exam, it was my 1^st year in high school.

It has Windows millennium, 700 MHz pc processors Celeron, 40 GB had disk, and 16 mega voodoo 3dfx video card, with 128 ram, Canon s400 printer and standard scanner, that was the best in the market “Syrian market”.

I sat on my pc @ 8 pm and started surfing through windows, I don’t know what icons means back then, all what I know that when I raised my head to see the clock it was 8 am, and I had to call technical support to come and fix what I messed J.

Now, the 1^st time I entered the internet in my home was 2002, I don’t remember the details, but I remember I was holding 3M chocolate bar,”famous Syrian product”.

What is your 1^st word on google.com?.

I will be honest, the 1^st word I typed in google was “S-E-X”, I didn’t care about the word itself as much as I wanted to see what the hell my friends were talking about “google’s power”.

My 2^nd word was my name in Arabic!!, imagine, from all these billions of words on internet, I chosen my name, weird, ha?.

When I had a talking dictionary, I wanted to try some words to test this dictionary, I typed “FU()_K”, and wow, he pronounce it, really good, with machine voice, lol, I think the dictionary who pronounce these words is much extensive than those which ignores these words, like Encarta.

My friend, once told me, that most males do this, it’s our nature to search these words in dictionaries and search engines, plus each 10 minutes the male think even for 1 sec in sex, he said, If we wanted to count on females call, we will never have human race.

Of course most of us, search for these words in a nature of curiosity, and most of us judge on the dictionary or the search engine, by seeing his results.

My 3^rd and 4^th words were, Aleppo my city, Syria, my Beloved country.

There is an Arabic version of this post, visit it, read it, Enjoy.

That was my friend (Alaa) Advice, who is expert in computer hardware and special techniques, while we were walking home, talking about the importance of making a regular backup, and never trust your hard disk.

I was a bit doubt about what Alaa said, especially if you are taking good caution and doing all the recommends of protecting your pc, thanks to Alaa, I made a backup copy that day to all my hard disk, even I wasn’t sure about its benefit.

2 days later I sat to check my e-mail and Blog, as usual, suddenly the modem is not working, I made a restart, again and again, but no hope, I decided to reinstall the driver, even I don’t know how windows lost the modem, anyway, nothing worked, I thought maybe if I changed the slot, the modem may work, thus, I moved the modem to another slot.

When I started up my system, BOOM, pc is not booting, a booting screen comes up, telling me which mode u want to start, and whenever u chose normal or safe mode, the system restart and restart, without loading windows.

I thought maybe it’s the modem, so I removed it, but no hope, I suspected the hard disk, but the problem is, the system recognize the HDD, and tells me that no errors found.

When I tried to write to HDD, an error appear, thus I formatted all the HDD, and re partition it, then BOOM, after all that, I couldn’t install Windows, cause somewhere in the process, and error in Blue screen tells me, there is an error in line ## , and notify me that I made a change to the hardware, but I didn’t, I went crazy.

At this point, I called Alaa for a rescue, and that’s what happened, we spent all the day, trying, but we fail, and finally I told Alaa, what if we put my hard disk in your computer and install windows from your driver.

We succeeded, then Alaa told me, do u know that your hard disk was 100% clean, and the problem was not in the hard disk, it was the cable, here, I felt chocking, my face turned to yellow, WHAT !? I spent all these hours for a stupid cable.

Yes, it was a cable, once I changed it, everything back to normal, thanks for the backup copy, which helped me a lot, imagine that I formatted the HDD without having a backup…WOW, I would go crazy.

Ever since, I decided to make a regular copy to my HDD each week, you never knows when the problems find its way to you.

Remember, Never trust your hard disk.

There is an Arabic version of this article, read it.

Enjoy.

Welcome to my Blog, the sphere of my Ideas, and thoughts, my friends describe me as very open mind to the western culture, others say that I’m very closed and racism for my Identity and religion, the truth is, I’m in the middle, I accept all kind of culture which doesn’t threat my exist, or encourage the hate for my people, in the same time, I’m proud of being part of Arab nation, and Islamic world, being Arabic and a Muslim is enough for me to boost my ambitions to respect other cultures, taking from her, and giving her.

This will be my Blog to the English world, I wish I can learn French, Spanish, Chinese, Dutch, in the future, so I can post in these great languages, Of course I have an Arabic Blog which is written in Arabic, the language of soul.

Thanks for reading, wish me luck.

Ali. From, Syria.
The land of 1st alphabet.

psst: I’m not a native speaker of English, you may find some grammatical wrongs in my posts, correct me in a nice way please. .