شنو اشوف و شنو تشوف

احب تمشي الصبح و ساعات انشر صور من الاشياء اللي تلفت انتباهي ، اليوم اول مرة اخطط للصور اللي بنزلها و الكابشن اللي بكتبه تحتها، من بديت التدوين و النشر الالكتروني بشكل عام افضل ان المواضيع تكون خفيفة و اشارك باهتماماتي اللي تخلي اللي يقراها يبتسم، و مع الانستاجرام صار اسهل اني انشر نظرتي للاشياء

ميزت صور اليوم بهاشتاق #شنو_اشوف_تشوف ، لاني عقب ما خلصت تصوير خذيت صورة بعيدة لكذا شغلة كنت مصورة تفاصيلها شدتني ، مثل الشجرة و الطوفة

لما شفت الطوفة من بعيد (صور ١/١٢) شفتها بعيون اللي يسأل ، ليش تصورين خرابة؟ بجانب من الطوفة شفت تفاصيل الزمن، التصدع و تقشر التغطية، الطابوق و فكّرت باللي بناها و باللي قرر يبنيها حول مقبرة الصالحية ،، اللغة وسيط للتواصل يتميز فيه الانسان و لهالسبب تعبيره عن اللي يمر فيه مسموع او مكتوب، و الجمادات او الكائنات الثانية؟ هم مر عليها الزمن، و مر عليها قصص و تواجدت بحياتنا لهدف ، و بكل يوم نمر يمهم و نهملهم ، الشبة (عمود الانارة) جماد بدونه شوارعنا بتكون مظلمة، و ماننتبه لعدم وجوده الا بما نفقده .. ليش ما نلاحظه؟ 

و بالتبعية بتلقى في الحياة اشخاص ما نلاحظهم على الرغم من اهميتهم بالنسبة لنا و هم تقدير الاشياء و الاشخاص حولنا مو بس متعلق باهميتهم لنا شخصيا فقط هم بجمالهم :} مثل الخط العربي اللي كان مكتوب على هالطوفة 

او الحرف الجميلة المرسومة على الصوب الثاني من الطوفه

هالطوفة تقع على شارع السور، من اهم شوارع العاصمة و كثير من سكان الكويت اذا مو كلهم مروا في هالشارع ، كم عدد اللي لاحظوهم؟ 

انتقاء الجمال شي حلو، حتى لو كانت طوفة مهملة ليش نصد عن جمالها؟ ليش نشوف هالشجرة و نمشي عادي بدون لا نعتبر من الحياة الجديدة اللي بلشت من غصن مكسور

حاول تشوف الدنيا بمنظور مختلف، بعين الاخر قبل لا تحكم على الطوفة انها خرابة دقق بتفاصيلها، باللي حولها ، سبب وجودها و وين مواطن الجمال فيها .. 

A shadow

In many times I daydream while watching shadows, of people, trees or animals. The beauty of shadows lies in their ability to stretch & fade, depending on the light around it.. Very much like our personalities & our reaction to life circumstances .. Shades react, change constantly yet they remain in a circle of appearing & fading :} like the circle of life

The above was a comment in #ig and I though it fits to be a post. 

The naked truth

“The naked truth is always better than the best-dressed lie.”  ― Ann Landers via good reads

It was a whatsapp status for a friend, the quote above, instantly grabbed my attention. In principal I always prefer the truth, yet how strong am I if its NAKED! Also, how much or how often will I be able to say the truth?

I think the major reason to hide the truth or tell a lie is fear, yes devious manipulative people might prefer it to be a life stye, yet it goes back to their inability to face reality :} which is still fear. Even when you prefer the truth, if you are faced with a loved one the whole equation changes, your feelings towards them get in between!

In spite of fear, feelings or any other reason that might withhold the truth, why do we "not" say it? The truth is irreplaceable, unforgettable and is easier to live with, when did we become so complex and looked away from the truth?! Saying the truth should not only be the general rule or common practice, it should be a lifetime commitment. A quote I love says "Be truthful, gentle and fearless - Gandhi"  It sums up the whole equation of how can we say the truth? All you have to do is be truthful, gentle and fearless.

Be honest enough to say the truth from your heart, gentle in conveying that truth no matter how hard it is, and being gentle can be gained with practice. Fearless! The hardest of them, for me, what took away fear is the more convenient life I live in without lying! No extra burdens nor glitches to fix, because when you lie there are glitches that will face you later on which will need more lies to tone them,  yes I am not perfect nor you, the human who reads this. Unless you are one of the pros who mix lying with facts!! Then you probably need therapy :}

What provoked this post and got me back to my keyboard is someone dear to me, who was kind and understanding enough to accept my honesty, such people are distinct and are worth keeping, more than many others who prefer to hustle or play innocent while their inner hustler is acting behind the scenes.

Random thoughts on picks

Pick your fights

In life time is limited, life it self is limited by time, time has the upper hand, if we don't pick our fights well, we can become very good time waters. Main things to consider before entering a fight:

Can I see my aim out of it's circle, is it avoidable?
Is it repeated?
Value of the outcome, is it really worth it?

A dear friend used to ask me after every discussion "So who won? you or me?" my answer then, now, and forever will remain, BOTH! A fight is not a win-lose issue only, this is the proposal made by the general mentality people have, but a win-win situation is always a gain :}

If your side doesn't make it, find out why it didn't and that's your gain, even if some might consider you a "loser" you actually won!

If your side makes it, you gained someone else that considers your way/idea/mentality (will use idea for ease onwards) is right! BUT if you didn't get any gaps on your side, be very aware, nothing is perfect, perfection to us human beings is subjective.

I consider exposing your idea to different mentalities is a gain in all forms (typical: winning/losing), if its not right and didn't spread you should know why, and improve it. If you find gaps about it or in it, try closing them and look to your idea from that prospective "the gap finding one".

Don't repeat your fights, don't go through fights with the same mentalities they have with the same mentality you have! Do it smarter or simply don't. Finally do not focus on hearing "YES YOU WON" rather than winning on actual grounds :} Winning people's respect and tolerance is also important.

Pick your view

Instagram the latest addiction of mine, is a perfect example of how people "see" things, out of the least noticeable angles comes beauty. All over the accounts in that application you see how people interact with photography! By documentation, advertisement, spreading of Art or ideas, you name it.. In a way, more than writing in twitter or a blog, instgram or image publishing all in all, shows you really how people see life. So you can see beauty in almost everything, lower the bad or ugly and increase the pretty and good :}

Touching the sky

Touching the sky: A series of abstract posts, as abstract as the wish I have to touch the sky, when looking up, especially when there are "fluffy" clouds.

Character template. 

As one goes by life, meeting people is a normal thing, building templates of characters for those people is a common error. People vary in their characteristics, habits and ways of thinking. Fitting one, into a template of another person just because of “some” similarities we might see among the “original template builder” and the “new person” can be very harsh!

Most just and fair way to evaluate people or deal with them is to directly ASK, when something is vague, asking is a definite tool to skip assuming and eventually judging and the template fitting.

Always allow space for “different” in every case, for I have learned, that as much as we human beings are similar in terms of organs, characters, ideas and many other things, we are VERY different, else, outliers* wouldn’t exist. Judging someone with whatever you have seen before can be very harmful, especially if that judgement went over the boundaries of your ideas into actions or words :)

Never judge people, fit them into templates or say: 
yes, he is a man like all men OR she is a woman like all women. 

Instead, react with who you meet, what you see or hear, depend on your mind, feelings and reason (the order of those is up to you), the final outcome is your experience and true interaction, which is far much better than trying to fit people into templates and maybe hurt them, or worse, fool yourself and see nothing away from your own nose! 

*Used outliers as an extreme example for out of the normal cases.

Touching the sky

Touching the sky: A series of abstract posts, as abstract as the wish I have to touch the sky, when looking up, especially when there are "fluffy" clouds.



The sound of rain is more refreshing than rain it self, it tickles one sense, allures you to look outside and see the lovely gift of rain coming from the sky. Pleasure is about amusing all of the five senses, ecstasy hits you, when passion is involved.

When a rain drop touches your skin, smell the wet floor, see the the clouds sticking together to pour their heart out on us, hear the sound of it's drops landing on the floor, and finally when you feel a few drops slip into your mouth, take a deep breath and feel the joy of RAIN!

I love rain.

A piece of paper

Fridays are always warm cozy and relaxing for him, a regular activity in a Friday morning is coffee and a book. In the very busy life of Abdullah, little time was spared for his beloved books, therefore his Friday's were booked for them. After getting ready to go out he randomly picked a lonely black book he stopped reading after 10 pages during a flight.

Two years later, in the Friday that he decided to re-read it, losing memory of why he stopped reading it in the first place, he picked the book and went to that quiet distant tiny coffee shop, enjoying a lovely morning in Kuwait, as long as the weather allows it. As he sat along with his water and coffee, he read the book very quickly, since it was "an easy read" he told himself. He stopped to enjoy whats left of the coffee at a 70 something page, he forgot to bring his book marker, the page number recalling seemed a bit optimistic for his memory and although he hates folding a paper of any book, he decided the unexpected and as he was about to do the forbidden act, he noticed that the book has a piece paper slightly appearing between the back cover page and the last page. He turned the book, took the paper out and his face was bloodless, suddenly he became blue for a few seconds before he regained his sense of people around him, you can not risk showing shock or any obvious feeling without having all the people around you stare at you!

When he laid his eyes on that piece of paper a strong quick flashback came...

Trip to New York
Transit flight to Amsterdam
Lufthansa
Last minute booking
Drunk man beside me
Her memory, my pen, my notes
The cold couple reminded me of her
How sad they were and angry at each other
Falling asleep to hide tears

" I miss what I thought I had, but since I didn't have what I thought, did I really miss out on anything? Of all the assurances I have, that I did the right thing, I sore with agony to what was wasted, of time and energy. I'm happy with who I became and of the lessons learned, but I will never be the same. I want me back."

The above was what he wrote on that piece of paper, back in 2006, when after seeing a couple sitting together physically but mentally very distant, beside him. He recalled her, the her that he gave a chunk of his life and his heart in full to, back when she was his wife. Just like the couple who sat beside him, he and her were apart. Of all the closeness they had and the wealthy life they lived, emotionally they were broke. They both stayed in that cold life, for the heck of it! Since they are in it, why not give the institute of marriage a chance? That was the choice he regretted, he should have known that the road has no ending, and there is no yellow brick road to follow home, nor he was a girl in a fictitious movie! He created his own world with nievity, he thought that if he tried everything, she will change.

"We change out of love and among that change we still long for the old us at times and if we were lucky we would enjoy the new us"

Abduallah was telling him self, to reassure that in that past, he was a young man with very pretty hopes and dreams, yet did not care for what he wanted more than what others wanted, nor did the right thing. He wasted his time fearing divorce and not facing the simple fact that his marriage was a loveless marriage.

"Love is not everything" his family kept assuring him and that with time they will be close together and they will grow on each other, with each other. Little did they know who & how their son was.

He folded the paper quickly not noticing the waiter that was blabbering over his head, but he saw his face right when he looked up...

"Excuse me, what are you saying?"
"Sir, I was asking you are you OK? The coffee just spilled on the table as I bumped into it. I'm very sorry sir!"
"I'm fine"

He took his book, his piece of paper and water, got up, looked around quickly to see that every one is busy with their own business, talking, eating, drinking. Little did they know that he was bleeding, it was a pleasant feeling to know that they do not know, yet very bitter on his heart, for he was the wounded and healer at the same time. He left in content and no regret.

A rant

Old and new comers, people who pass in your life, very few leave a mark, but who does, engraves his finger print in your memory. A lot of people came in and out, some left their character, others their visual print. An encounter with a vivid mad memory left me mesmerized at how can you store your life inside mass madness! and how tiny this world is and how easy it is to find who is among us worshiping God. I think I found a finger print, that left me breathless. meanwhile the smile stuck in the corners of memory tells me that its a good one of all the bitterness, mysteriousness surrounding it.

Tulips will remain as my best and most beloved flowers, the blue however "seen above" is tampered with :) its not naturally like this, the combination of what I love, creativity with colors and blue gave birth to this rant.

A new story by me, Yay or Nay?

Think out of the box

Once in a world out there, very far from ours yet merely similar. He was a Partunot a creature that looked very much like a human being except for his noticeably short hands, Relock was a very smart Partunot, he is active and almost knows every thing, eager to science and knowledge. Even among the Partunots he was a simple person, not too known nor unknown, similarly not too rich nor too poor. He believed in him self and his mind, books were his closest friends as he closed up on the other Patrunots and thought that little of them understood him, mostly elder Patrunots were more attracting to him.

Once Relock was walking around the magical garden of Partunotia, where greenness grasped the essence of life, everything around was happy and living simple, accompanied by a book he decided to rest. After an hour or two an olt Patrunot passes by…

Old Patrunot: You! *with a grumpy face*
What are you doing?

Relock: Reading!
Old Patrunot: I know and I know you Relock son of Hardem! I’m asking you what are you doing with this book?

Relock: I’m reading it? *in a sarcastic way*

Old Patrunot: You will never think out of the box!

Relock: Mister, I do not know who are you? Nor understand why are you so angry and aggressive?!

Old Patrunot: I am Persum, the one you hold a book for!

Relock: YOU! I read all your books and loved yo…

As Relock stood up Persum told him to stop talking!

Persum: Young Relock, you are living in your world, and know very well and much of the world outside your house, I am aware of that, but you still did not know this world well and the books will not lead you to experience, getting out of your box will!

Relock was silent and did not know how to reply to old Persum. Eventually he left Relock puzzled. Relock kept looking at the old Partunot called Persum whith a lot of questions….

Why me?
Why does he think that he knows me?
Does he think I cannot understand our world with knowledge?

...

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The airport

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She walked into the airport filled with dreams and hopes, the biggest of all is to see who was he and how he looked like! After being around her for so long he grew on her. His attention was overwhelming, it made her jump out of her sanity and try to have a piece of him in her life.

As she walked into the airport for some reason she lost all her confidence, felt weak and vulnerable, her feet dragged her to see what she knows is not her's. As she stepped closer to the coffee shop her heart almost popped out of her chest, she stood in line trying to hide her fear, waiting for her turn to order, she was shocked with how pathetic this is! going to see a married man in an airport while he is leaving to meet his wife, the same man who wanted it all from her and his wife, he had a steady life he can't lose, and had her, the crazy young fling. She knew very late of their relationship that he had a family, that all this care and attention came from an unreachable man. People make mistakes and she did, but loved him enough to fear for his life, tried to push him away and get her out of his system, not realizing that she is going deeper!

With her attempts to see what is it that he likes about her and compare it to what his wife offers other than being the mother of his children and the woman who is beside him at all times, searching naively for a way to kill his interest in her, she thought that she was nothing more than "just an other woman".

Nothing allured her to know him more than his care for the every single detail of her! She was amazed to know such a man exists, one who would actually care for even her pinky toe and like it.

As she took her drink, re-read his sms that he will not be able to be there after he promised last night and as they agreed to see each other once and end this because its wrong! She realized that she was stupid enough to chaise a dream she never owned! She looked at people around her in the airport, departures, arrivals and the wanderers like her, she could not find him, instead she got a slap into her face from reality. All of a sudden she snapped out of it and felt so foreign to who she really is:

How could I think of doing this?
Why did I fall in love with him in the first place?
Why didn't I simply block him out of my life?
Am I that desperate for love?
Am I that ugly second woman in a man's life?

She could see things clearly again, guilt filled her but she got back, she was lost from her self for a while now, everything was simple again....

She sent him this sms:

As I walked in and out of the airport chaising you, a lost dream I never owned, I realized how wrong I am and how sorry I am to be in your life. I know you will never be mine, neither will I*. Good bye my childish dream, I wish you all the best, I hope you reNEW your love to your wife, for I know she deserves more from you. I don't want a reply from you on this sms and it will be the last from me.

To her dissapoint he replied with a simple "Thank you" he too knew what's right, he too knew how fragile she is when it comes for love and knew very late that he hurt her like no other!

They are both gone now, in separate roads.

[My first short story,, to be published :D. Your comments are highly appreciated]

*p.s: Thank you 3baid