هالبنت وهالشاب

سالتو: "بتحبني؟"

رد وقال: "أكيد"

سالتو: "طيب قديش بتحبني؟"

قال: "بحبك قد البحر وموجاتو

و الطير و غنياتو...

بحبك قد سنين القهر

ولبنان وعذابتو...

قد عمري الضايع  بالغربه

و قد العربي و صراعتو...

بحبك قد قطعة المي

والبنزين وغلاتو...

لك يا ريتو حبي نهر

متل العاصي وهدراتو...

لتسمعي حبي عن بعد شهر...

وتحسي بحلاتو...

حبي إلك متل الجمر..

مدفا بحضن رمادتو..

حبي إلك متل تونس،

حبي إلك متل مصر،

متل الشعب وكراماتو...

بس يا حبي

The Stories of the 7 pm class...

There’s nothing more fascinating to me than people’s faces. Eyes, nose, lips, gestures, eyebrows and everything in between come together in intricate design to form a small window into a man’s essence. As I sat in my 7 pm class... (Yes, some classes run that late & Yes, I should have been paying attention to the material being discussed but hey… sometimes a gal has other things on her mind). Now where was I? 

Oh yes… As I sat in my 7 pm class, I couldn't help but look around at all my classmates. Some I knew, some I only knew by name, and some

Rice & beans II: The Plan… خطة الفاصوليا تبدأ بحبة

• Do the dishes after finishing your Rice & Beans (فاصوليا و رز) lunch. I am the kind of person that can’t think if I have mess around me... Also if you wash your dish right away you won’t be tempted to pour another one.

• Support Libya, Bahrain, Yemen, and Jordan, even China in their quest for freedom. You can do so by dedicating a few words on your facebook status. As much as I appreciate you sharing the latest song of god knows which band with me, this is no time to think about ourselves. This is the time to make a difference and YES, you sharing and dedicating a few words can make a difference

Rice and Beans

My friend: I dreamt you wrote another blog the other day

I barely cracked a smile

My friend: Did u stop writing? You did, didn’t you?

Me: My mind is so jumbled up, I can’t put 2 words together.

My friend: Don’t stop writing…

I continue eating my fasolia w riz (rice and beans) lunch and she leaves a few minutes later.

As I swallowed (not chewed) down my lunch, I got thinking about the muddle clouding my mind, and I suddenly felt the need to gasp for air. I was overwhelmed by what’s going on around me, above me, inside of me. What happened in Lebanon in January, what emerged in Tunis and how things ended up in Egypt was exhausting. As an Arab, a Lebanese, a human, I feel frustrated, appalled, broken and drained… Then Libyans scream justice, Bahrainis get shot at the pearl round about and there are talks of earthquakes in other countries regionally and elsewhere (no need to list them you know who they are)