Simply put, lakin haat illi yafham!

Quote..

'Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.'
Einstein.

One of life's social myths...

Nothing is worse than fooling yourself into believing that 'treating people the way you want to be treated' makes any difference to how you eventually get treated.

That's why there are a handful of people who understand and love you unconditionally. The rest are only there to make you appreciate those handful even more.

And the Gaddafi legacy continues...

Even after his death, some people are reviving him through their abuse of this country and its people.

Not only did he successfully doom Libya and Libyans for 42 years, but through his evil genius, managed to continue cursing us from under the ground up to this day.

Gaddafi's effect is like that of nuclear radiation from a detonated atomic bomb. It lasts and it lasts and it lasts. It seeps through earth and water and ends up decaying  and poisining everyone and everything around it.

He left this country with soulless citizens and left its people with a crumbling country with no infrastructure.

Bravo Gadaffi, you certainly managed to stay alive after your death.

Practise what you preach!




If only people practise what they preach and stop using religion as a tool...

 

(1) From my archive...

I remember talking to my friend Amal Salah Delawi, on the 13th or 14th of Feb, 2011, where she was telling me that something big is going to happen on the 17th, a thing that will follow in the footsteps of both Egypt and Tunis... and I still remember, 12 months later, that my response to those words were a scoff and a laugh!

Little did I know that my scoffing and laughing would soon be replaced with a cocktail of emotions, to include tears of saddness and joy; fear for not my life, but for that of my loved ones; immense love for my Libyan brothers and sisters that could not be contained in that tiny organ called heart; and most important of all, a new found pride, of being Libyan.

I am sad to say that, today, on the anniversary of 17 of February, I feel somewhat indifferent.

Some are celebrating our freedom with antiaircarft artiliary and K45.

Some force people to buy Independece flags and mount them on their cars; if you don't oblige, you are a 'ta7looba kbeera'.

Some are exploiting their 'kateeba' cars to cut through traffic and never stop in a red light.

Some use 'Allahu Akbar' to chat up women.

Some now think they can judge you from the simple question of 'which city are you from?'

And note that I say 'some', because now I am more realistic to what 17 of February gave birth to, and it is Hope. The Hope for a new fresh Libya, free of the Gaddafi stigma and filled with tolerance and love.

{إِنَّ اللَّهَ لا يُغَيِّرُ مَا بِقَوْمٍ حَتَّى يُغَيِّرُوا مَا بِأَنفُسِهِمْ}

Enough disrespect!

Why are many Libyans so disrespectful?

Not only in the day to day discourse of life, but even when stating their opinions!

They can not disagree or argue without cussing, cursing and using demeaning metaphors more than the Arabic language can bear!

Words are an external portal to your self, to your being, to your personality!

Uttering derogatory statements only lowers your level of intelligence and your image in front of others and most importantly, the level of respect that you not only hold for the listener or receiver, but for yourself!

If only people can learn the concept of agreeing to disagree. Would save us a lot of verbal diarrhea!

All that pride...

I never got the concept of

'Libyan and Proud'
'X city and Proud'
'Muslim and Proud'

What exactly are u proud of?

U did not accomplish any of those statements, U were born with them.

U should be proud with what u personally accomplish, not for something that was handed to u by the act of birth.

Its what u do with ur life, by being Muslim and Libyan, what should make u claim that pride.

Be a good Libyan, a good Muslim, then u can be proud.

Actions, not meaningless words scribbled on a piece of paper that mark u in this world.

Taking credit for something u didn't do, strikes me as plain shallow.

Mr. Libyan Man...

Mr. Libyan man, I do not exist just for you.

Mr. Libyan man, my hair, my make-up, my dresses, aren't for u.

Mr. Libyan man, I do not live in the hope that maybe, Oh God, i can't believe it, but u may choose me too?

Mr. Libyan man, I have feelings and a brain too.

Mr. Libyan man, guess what? I didn't learn to cook just to feed u.

Mr. Libyan man, hear the sound of my voice, whispering slowly in your ear: i do not exist just for u.

A national of a 3rd world country! Yaay the fun!

It is not fun to be a national of a 3rd world country!

Embassies scrutinize you as if you're the next Bin Laden!

Why can't I get a Schengen visa in 1 day? Why do I need to wait 2 weeks to enter an EU country when someone holding a Blue or a Red passport can simply walk in like they would enter a restaurant without a reservation?

Actually better yet, when are we, the poor children of 3rd world countries, going to see the day when flashing our passports is all we need to step to the other side?
(minus the screening, the questioning, the searching that is, lol)

A verse from a poem

My dad recited this beautiful verse from a poem as a response to an incident that happened... for some reason it has been on my mind these days:

ثلاث لا وجود لهما الغول والعنقاء والخل الودود

A Gaddafi state of mind



This is what I call a Gaddafi State of Mind!
They got rid of him, but will never be able to rid themselves from his spirit.



خير الكلام ما قل ودل...