2013, are you going to dissapoint me?

2013 u're going to be here in no time... Do u promise to leave heartache behind?

2013 What do u have in store? Days to look forward to or ones we pretend to ignore?

2013 your sister has left a bit of a scar, to remind me that some friends are worth nothing but a slammed door.

2013 your sister may have been a bit unkind, but you know what, it opened my eyes and removed the blinds.

2013 is it humanely possible to love and be eternally grateful for my family even more?

2013, 2012 showed me truth, love, heartache, joy and pain, but I do not mind going through any of it again.

2013 what will ur obituary contain? Hopefully nothing 2014 will not fear to maintain.

(2) From my archive...

My dear Egyptian friends and my friends who have Egyptian roots, or consider Egypt to be their home, my condolences on the recent football events.

If anything, it makes my heart weep to see how cheap a human life is and how politics is a filthy game that uses OUR lives as part of it's agenda...

ان لله و ان اليه راجعون
الله يرحمهم و يجعل مثواهم الجنة

Those people who were brutally killed, didn't die cheering for Port Said or Al Ahly as they want people to believe...their death will tell a story of how they died to make Egypt a better place for generations to come... Inshalla their blood, and all our Martyr's blood, be it in Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Syria or Yemen, never goes to waste, and the reason why their life was taken away or given away voluntarily, will always be a reminder of what they paid for us to be here, breathing and alive.

My condolences,
Haneen

Syria ya Syria!

Syria, ya Syria! You've been living in a very very long dark tunnel, where the light might only seem like a distant memory...

Despite Russia's and China's efforts in blocking that stream of light and muting your cries for help, a day very soon inshalla is coming where you're going to shine so bright that you'll be blinding everyone who turned a blind eye on you and and scream out so loud you'll deafen everyone who was trying to mute you!

Looking back...

I wrote the following around this time last year:

Eid Mubarak everyone...9 months ago, we were all dreaming of a Free Libya, one where we longed to see Independence flags raised in, the national anthems blaring from speakers, the freedom in the air...

Alhamdulilah we got that...however, i feel that so many of us, myself included, have lost our appreciation and gratitude for the sacrifices that so many of our Libyan brothers and sisters made for ...us to see those flags and hear that anthem...

I wish we can all take a moment, look back, and remember how we felt 9 months ago; maybe then we can stop complaining, stop blaming, and stop criticizing everyone and everything that is helping our Libya, get back on it's feet.

We gave Gaddafi 42 years... never forget that. 42 years. It's only fair that we give anyone who's trying a little over 24 hours before we start booing him or her off the stage...

Kul sana o intum, o your families, o our Libya salmeen :)

 

Looking back, I can officialy declare, I have lost hope... not in my country, but in my people...which is worse, because, my people are what make my country.

Omar

I am sure that so many of us are watching the TV series, Omar, رضي الله عنه; and I am also sure that you have seen the scenes of prisoner encampments and how our Prophet Mohammed, صلى الله عليه و سلم, treated those prisoners as though they were temporary guests.

The first thing that hit me was images of our war, and how we, as Muslims, of this day and age, treated our guests.
How we, in the 3rd millennium, have degraged our humanity and upgraded our creativity in brutality.

How we, as a Muslim nation, behaved as berabaric as a wild untamed animal would when its safety is threatened.

We call ourselves Muslims, but when our faith is put to test, we fail.

قال الله تعالى في سورة الأنسان: { ويطعمون الطعام على حبه مسكيناً ويتيماً وأسيرا إنما نطعمكم لوجه الله لا نريد منكم جزاءً ولا شكورا }
صدق الله العلي العظيم

Facebook & Identiy Issues!

Why is it that people with weird funny FB aliases think they can comment and give you an opinion as loud and alarming as an ambulance siren when all they are, are anonymous people afraid to comment with their real identity?

I am sorry, but I can not take someone named Makroona il Ma3juna*, Katkuta 7abuba*, A7la Wa7da Fil Dunya*, Shuja3 Libya*, Sa9r Al Wa7eed*, seriously!!!

*fictional characters, lol.

7-7: The Day we Got Inked!

Oh blue....

2 years ago in Beirut with the GCM folks, I met an Iraqi doctor, with a blue faded index finger... I remember asking him 'Inshalla 5er, is your finger OK? did you slam the car door on it?' He looked at me and laughed, 'no, i voted for the first time in 26 years' he answered with an understanding smile!

2 years ago, I personally did not know what a blue finger would feel like, i could not comprehend it... it was a stained finger with ink, that's all it was to me then...

 
TODAY... I know :-) Today I feel what he felt... Today, 2 years later, I fully understand what 'I voted' means and finally what that 'understanding smile' truly meant... :-)

You can't explain the 'blue-finger' effect, you have to dip it in ink and feel it!

Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar, wa lil Allah al 7amd....

Today, last year... remember?

Today, last year, did you know of the exsistence of the Abusaleem Masaccare?

Today, last year, did you think we would be where we are at today?

Today, this year, we are celebrating the strength, the patience, the hope , the unknown that all Abusaleem Masaccare families had endured for the past 16 years.

Today, this year, we pay our respects to all 1,270 innocent lost souls, that we owe 16 years worth of recogonition, 16 years worth of paying our condolonces...

Today, this year, we are free, but the fight towards freedom continues...