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Homage

There are a few people who I have been disgraceful to lately and I did not give them a proper thanks. I think I can be unthankful sometimes, but, this doesn’t mean I don’t care about people. Usually, I thank people the moment they do something good for me and in many times I just postpone doing that, because, I feel some people deserve something more than just a thank you. But, the real problem is that I always think it in my head and never do it, at least I don’t remember the last time I did it, and I always stop at the limit of an idea.

When I was in high school I remember that one of my goals back then was to pay tribute to my parents, I just knew that I had to do so, but, never knew how or what would be the thing which I have to pay them with.

Mr. Hansen one of my previous students once told me about a book he read Five Languages of Love” He said each one of us has his own love language. Some prefer to have gifts, something material and that’s how they can feel cherished and loved. Some others prefer time; they would like you to spend time with them, to bond with them, and that’s how they feel treasured and loved. I don’t remember the other two love languages. But, I remember the last one which is words of affirmation such as “great job” well done” or just “thank you”. I believe that my love language is words of affirmation; I mean I like it very much when people thank me for something I did, or tell me that I did a good work. I feel motivated, valued, and loved.

I guess that probably comes from my mother’s side, because, whenever I try to thank her for something she did for me, she always gets angry and says “never say that, it’s my job, my duty” which is the same thing I think about when people tell me that I did a good job or thank me for something, I mean I don’t get angry, on the contrary, I feel happy, but also, I feel as if it was my duty or just something that needed to be done. And, Sometimes I get a feeling of dissatisfaction about the “good job” that I supposedly did. Probably, because, I think that there is more to be done, anyways, it’s confusing. And, maybe this is why I get lost in the idea of thanking other people, because, I think it too much.

Recently, I have participated in a project with the Tunisian association “Association Théâtre -forum-Tunisie” I was a performer in a play we were making for the public. And, the main objectives of this project were, on the one hand, to introduce the public to the techniques of “théâtre forum”, “théâtre image”, and theater of the oppressed in general. On the other hand, to raise the public awareness about the elections and their right to practice citizenship as well as to explain why they need to take part in politics, and particularly, in the upcoming local elections.

I really had the most ravishing experience ever. I met with many people that now I am friends with and I had an amazing learning, travelling, and acting experience. So, without think it too much, I hope that this post on my blog would eventually be my ultimate way of paying tribute to all my friend participants in this project, my friend Wessleti Hedi for the opportunity, Mr. Abidi Mohamed and Mrs. Shelly Saida for the training, guidance and teaching about theater f the oppressed and its techniques as well as the opportunity to discover something new about myself and also to discover many places in Tunisia I would never have the chance to explore before.

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Pretend

We all pretend

At the beginnings

Sometimes in the middle

And, towards the end

This is not  a new trend

This is not, even, a new brand

It  is, merely, the way humans tend

 

I can tell you something about;

the Masks you’ve encountered and found,

the brothers with whom you grow and bound,

the lovers with whom you used to hang,

the friends with whom you used to gang,

I know how harsh it may sound

And, to prove murder, you need intent

At the end, all of them would say

“We  didn’t intend

But, hey ! guess what ?

We all pretend

“Don’t worry you will make another friend”

And, you keep on moving

And moving

As if things  would amend

 

 

Dead days are turning into restless nights

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If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you how I have been doing nothing for the several previous months. How I am really frustrated by this fact and furious at myself. It’s a long monotonous setback that is getting profound every morning and violent everyday; you open your eyes in bed in the morning and you realize nothing is going to happen today, you are going to get up, wash your face, and talk to yourself in the mirror about the things you wish and never get, about the things you like and never do, about the thing you’ve become, and the things you would never be.

If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you how my nights are turning into days, and days are becoming nights, as if I am living in a realm beyond the realm of humans, hunting movies and series on my computer screen at night and sleeping more than cats in daylight. Yes, Things have been upside down for a while now, dead days are bleeding into restless nights, trying to find an ultimate escape into the virtual world of the Internet, video games, movies, and fiction; shutting down my thoughts and inner conscience from surfacing, and filling my brain cells with unlimited supply of pixels to maintain a state of numbness and unawareness.

If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you that I am running out of steam, even the slightest simple pleasures of eating, drinking or having a cigarette are growing tedious. Unable to concentrate or focus on a simple task. I know that there is nothing that stops you from finding yourself, except yourself and that’s what is irritating me even more, because, somehow I am aware that I am sucked into self-destruction. But, at the same time I feel trapped, as if someone is trying to get out from moving sand. The more you lament, or go tough on yourself to take a stand, and find your way out, the deeper you sink into a larger vacuum. A dimension that is twice away from finding yourself, and thrice away from getting back your self-esteem and motivation.

If we were having coffee, I would say thank your  for your time and listening . I know we have just meet and I am already bothering with this much talk. So, tell me how was your week? And how  are you doing ?

Escape

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Escape seems far away

Everyday

For those who had to stay

And watch their land’s decay

The devil wants to show us how to pray

I guess, all nations, eventually  would pay

For the unmentioned hate

We sustain and play

For the words that we  no longer

find to say

Finding Everyday Inspiration: Day One

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Why I write ?

We are all humans,  we look the same on the outside, bones, body ,and flesh.But, on the inside, sure  we may share the same set of emotions of anger, happiness, frustration, or guilt. However, what we don’t share is the thing that set those emotions to flow in the first place, the story and its conditions.

When I started to blog in 2014, I was really impressed by the power of word press and the idea where you can have a space to write and express myself, to help myself improve my language practice to turn my daily routines into worth reading stories that  will help me improve my English language practice.

I remember when I first wrote something in English that got my English teacher’s intention. I was in mid-school and the task was to write a little description in order to trap  tourists to visit your country.

The second time I really felt my Teacher’s interest in my writing was when I had 16 and I was in secondary school and it was a lesson we had in class about keeping a diary, I never kept a diary. Siting to write your everyday’s routine back then seemed like a seriously silly task when writing your true one diary was outside playing.

I wrote a small paragraph about friendship that really had my teacher and friends intention. I remember how I said that somehow we don’t chose our friends and partners in life, it’s more up to coincidence and predestined events. and friendship is more of an interconnection that is not conducted by any reasons.

Maybe what I wrote was truly silly or didn’t make sense, but what really got me at that time was the way words come to me flowing smoothly, many times I felt like I knew every word I used, every time  I embrace a thought I just find the right exact word to describe it, and not only that, most of the time I remembered the exact page where I read those words and where to find them.

Actually that feeling has abandoned me since I turned into my Twenties,or so I would like to think, Or maybe some part of me have created this blog  to chase back that old moment of perfect clearness and transparency that has encapsulated my thought back then.

 

Happiness is not meant to be

When I was young I never thought why?

Or what to be ?

Things just happen in perfect glee

And everything to see

Was in complete harmony

The small legs jumped free

And hands stretched to curiosity

I was too young to realize

that it won’t last for eternity

getting old is a responsibility

you won’t fight free

incarcerated by reality

happiness is sometimes not meant to be.

Earth day tree

 

Dear earth

I planted a tree

To see your glee

Dear earth

I Planted a tree

And chopped three

Some animals run

Others have to flee

but, this one mad bee

she attacked my face

and stroke me with no grace

dear earth

I can’t see

…No, you won’t see

Because, some resources ain’t for free

they coast a larger fee

and not just one day tree

PS; “We do not inherent the earth from our parents, we borrow it from our children”

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Tunisian students wave Swastika during their baccalaureate sports celebrations

The sports celebrations has become an annual festivity and an important event that dominates our high schools at the end  of each year. A celebration, in which , every high school  strives for prominence through making the best (Dakhla) show. But, does waving a Nazi swastika make a good show, especially  if your high school is in Djerba, Tunisia, where a large number of Jews are supposed to be your neighbors.

 Actually, this is not the first time that such a thing occur. Last year too, the same action took place in another high school  with Hitler’s portrait and the event took a large public controversy on social media.  This irresponsible actions do not only questions the poor judgment and the poor knowledge of the 20th century history of our  high school students ,whom after passing the baccalaureate exams are going  to graduate and attend college next year, but also, raise the question of how much our Ministry of education, teachers, and school staff are supervising our kids in schools.

Personally , I hate the celebration not only because it can lead to such a reckless actions, but also, because the baccalaureate sports are essentially an exam and a test in the first place that is supposed to reflect the students commitment, physical fitness, and discipline. However, at the same time I do sympathize with our high school students and their striving for competition, because, I believe that they are unconsciously repressed. Actually, the use of swastika or Hitler’s portrait depicts not only what is going on in the heads of our teenagers and their approach to what is happening in their country of bloodshed, terror, and hostility. But also, it is associated with Daesh (Islamic State) and what is going on world-wide. Moreover, I think that Hitler’s portrait or the notion of swastika does indeed reflect  the lack of supervision, monitoring , and the sense of an idol among our future college boys.

Honestly, I do blame the Ministry of education for not only allowing such an appropriate celebration during an exam. But also, for misplacing our students energy and distracting their focus. In addition, I wonder why there is no real sports or cultural events and activities that take place between the high schools where students can turn their energy into something better and more targeted.

When I was in high school such activities were very rare and sometimes never happens. Indeed,  we didn’t even have clubs or any cultural activities. I remember that I had taken a drawing class as an option in my last year before graduation to learn a thing or two about art and painting techniques, and of course ,because, I wanted to avoid our 3rd language class.

To conclude, I believe such actions will occur again until we take a look into the social and psychological reasons that led to such a behavior that, though, took place last year and witnessed a massive critics on social media and television, they re-occur again with more gravity especially if you are attacking your neighbor.

 

Man’s disaster

In response to today’s one-word prompt “Disaster”

History can tell what is Disaster

And what Man can Master

Big guns kill faster ,

Many Wars to foster

Towards triumph

And for, greater good we cluster

Dear father, Dear Master

Who is the one true impostor ?

If not humans run their own disaster.

Evil…Money or man?

As I have been going through some financial troubles lately, I was not able to think clearly and all I can actually think about was this saying by the famous English writer Oscar Wide ” when I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know it is”. Well Wide had to get old in order to realize that money was important, however, I am only 23 and I have just knew that without money life can be a nightmare.

I wonder if it has always been this way. For may father’s generation and his father before him, money had its significance, but, only as a means not as an end. Today, it is more complicated, I think. Money is a means for some people, for others it is an end.However, for a third part it is a means and an end to make more money, to enslave people, to control minds, and to dominate governments as well as entire countries.

I must stop wondering, it has always been this way. Is money the reincarnation of evil ? Or is it just as the poorest who will always use those words to mitigate their despair and bad luck to have less. Nowadays, it appears that people anywhere whether they are from a developed or a developing country- most of the time from developing counties-  you can tell their social ranks not only from their appearances, but also from their bank accounts. Tell me how much do you put into your bank account I tell you the place you can have in this society. It has always been this way, who am I trying to convince here ? It must be since the British Industrial Revolution and the invention of banks that things turned this way. It was a particular event where farmers turned into merchants, merchants into big entrepreneurs, and entrepreneurs into business tycoons.

Although, some of us tend to agree that money is the root of evil. I believe it is a very pivotal necessity of life. If money is the root of evil, it must be a necessary evil. Because, no matter how much you have, the answer will always be Thank you… more please.

 

 

Ode to mothers

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Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

I know that words won’t be enough

To pay your many nights of heed

Mothers born to shield

From soft breasts they feed

Our long sick nights they heal

When Troubles are to come they feel

All our worries seem to disappear

when they appear

Or that  moment we hear “Look!  your mother is here”

So, as it must appear

My mother has never been a fairy,

Mothers are real

 

 

Why study Philosophy ?

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Why study philosophy is the important question that I have been asked all over this week from my friends or the people who learn that I am taking a Master in philosophy, particularly, those people I have met in class and one teacher that happens to be the head of our Philosophy Department.

Since I have enrolled at the beginning of this month in this Master I have denied myself to answer the question. I was not going to get back to class this year, so why I bother to find an answer.

First, I don’t know why I have chosen to study philosophy, but as I knew that I won’t have a chance to continue my Master’s in English last June after graduation. I had two alternatives, either I choose philosophy or sociology. Honestly, my inclinations were in the favor of the latter, but as it was not easy to apply and that I may waste my time for applying to something I may not get I have decided to apply for a Master’s in philosophy.

In our university there are two kinds of specialties in philosophy, the first one was for those who already had their License Degree in philosophy and spend three years doing it. The second one was open for those who had been studying  in different fields such as Arabic literature, English language, history… .

I have asked myself this question many times and all I can find out was that staying at University is better than staying home unemployed for example. I may not have an answer now, but, I may find out when I study philosophy or I maybe not.

I sometimes realize  that I am not good in making my own decisions that’s why I keep it open, or maybe that’s why I choose philosophy because it is also an open area open to different people, to different interpretations, and to different topics and questions.

the Main reason I am writing this post is not only to try to explain to myself why I’ve chosen to study philosophy, but also because I have been called by some of my classmates  a Stranger to philosophy an out-caste, because, I don’t come from philosophy as my main specialty as most of them do. It is like philosophy is an exclusive privilege for people who only study it.

The way I see it, philosophy is open to everyone, even if you don’t get it much. And, I don’t really get it much, but I ‘ll try my best, especially after I was called an out-cast. I will try to use this as a challenge and strive to do my best.

 

Recalled; Daily prompt

Personal space

To what extent is your blog a place for your own self-expression and creativity vs. a site designed to attract readers?

How do you balance that? If sticking to certain topics and types of posts meant your readership would triple, would you do it?

When I started to blog, my intention was clear. Even if you look at the blog’s title. Thoughts and some happenings. I indented to write about my own thoughts, to speak my mind, and to express my opinion about the different daily subjects that I encounter. “Some happenings” also utter that I will write about the different events that I may bump into.

That was my apparent intention from creating this personal space. However, as a university student studying English I also wanted to help myself enhance my writings in place that does not require you to write in an academic way. In addition, it gives you the freedom to try different ways of writing and most certainly, it does not need to be formal and accurate.

I begin to undertake some of the daily prompts that I liked and made me unlock my mind. It is a great way to create a blogging habit, a healthy one. However, I think me more into creating bad habits than good ones. I only select the prompts that I like or the ones that fill me with some inspiration. That’s the reason why my blog is not prolific. After that, I wrote many other posts about school and daily routines.

Now after almost one year of blogging I believe that I need to take my blog to the next level and beyond daily prompts. If I want to enlarge my readers, I believe that I need to write more about literature or sports or philosophy or politics or anything that maybe of interest to me or my potential readers. I certainly write because I enjoy writing and it is a way to improve my writing, but also we write so that others read us, share our thoughts, agree or disagree with them or even enrich our posts with new perspectives.

Every blog is a place for self-expression and unlocking creativity, whether; you are keeping a diary, writing about food, your travel adventures or book reviews. It is good to know that there is someone; somewhere is reading what you write. And, if you are blogging consistently you will always attract more readers.

Bookworm

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Tell us about the last book you read (Why did you choose it? Would you recommend it?). To go further, write a post based on its subject matter.

The last book I read was the Corpse Washer by Sinan Antoon, an Iraqi writer. The name of the book in the Arabic version is different from English. I read it in Arabic; I did not expect to read it at all. However, as my sister took my phone the other day. I had to look for it and this is when I cut the front cover of the book inside her handbag. I took it, and for the three next days, I took an enormous pleasure reading it.

The novel was written in standard Arabic language, but it was also traversed by the Iraqi dialect, which had added more life and intimacy to the dialogues in the text. As a contemporary novel, the themes tackled were of war, love, destiny, religion, death and life duality, and the pursuit of one’s dreams in all that partition and turmoil that swept across Iraq during the gulf war and then the American invasion of 2004.

I am not good in writing books review, but, it is a wonderful book and one of the few that I have enjoyed reading them.

The aforementioned themes are recurrent themes that were dealt with in the post-modernism and contemporary novels. However, what I had appreciated in the novel was the story of the main character Jawad, the protagonist who, though, hated his father’s job; he was predestined to take the family business against his will, against his ambitions, and against his beliefs. A young man, though, very passionate about art, colors, shapes, and painting, he had to face death in many ways. He was not only surrounded by death, but also was hunted in his dreams by dead bodies, which he had both to clean and to re-see them repeatedly in his nightmares.

“Corpse washing” is a Muslims ritual; they clean the dead body with pure water and other things before they bury them. The process takes no more than 15 minutes. Nevertheless, it is a complicated process and needs very careful attention, or so it is described in the novel.

The duo of life and death is an idea among many others elaborated throughout the novel. However, it appears in its best shape at the end, when Jawad sits to cherish the beauty and magnificence of death when it nourishes life. In his little working place Jawad’s father had a tree that he had always loved and took great care of. A pomegranate, that Jawad himself loved and took pleasure in describing its fruits. When Jawad used to wash the dead corpse with water and his father before him. That water was discharged and poured to irrigate the pomegranate placed in the garden. Jawad sits to wonder how is it possible for a tree to be in such prettiness, when all that it was fed, was water mixed with poisoned death coming from infinite dead bodies.

Jawad was always irritated by the idea that his father was providing for his family, though, from a decent job, death was all what they were feeding. As if his father’s money was blood money and deceased bodies is what make them survive or alive. This idea depicts when Jawed refused to work with his father when he wanted him to. Instead, he would prefer to take the job of painting houses that his fellow friend had offered.

At the end, I certainly recommend reading this novel because it can be both an enjoyment and a pensive reading. What I have mentioned about the novel is just a small piece of the pie. Because, there is more to discover of the life of Jawed who once dreamed of becoming a famous painter and tried his best to do so, but ended-up taking a job that, though, he refuses, it was his only way to provide for himself and his mother after the death of both his father and older brother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Morning post

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The cold mystic air of the early morning has made its way through the broken window and into my room. It is another summer day, when you stay up all night long waiting to witness the start of the next day. Another early breaking dusk, and you are the only  ear-witness for the first skulking little birds that sing the beginning of another day and the end of a short summer night, the first morning fresh and wet breath that chills your body and frosts your lungs.

Soon, the singing is tuned louder and louder, the dusk into faint rays of light and the sleeping town starts to awake. The echoed engines noise crossing the main road of the town is getting louder, the streets are no longer deserted, I start to hear some fading smiles and greetings, and I hear people opening their little shops and small businesses.

Faint rays are turning into strong twilight that have made some lonely clouds look clearer and the blue open sky more transparent. Suddenly, I lose my interest, I sit to write what I thought to be a good introduction for another morning post.But, the importance of the activity has to mitigate when I felt tired. Tired from my long night of insomnia and lack of sleep.

My new language

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take That, Rosetta!.”

I speak almost three languages Arabic which is my native language, English which I spent the last three years studying it in college, and French which I don’t really speak very well, but I can say that my French is fair.

Now,if I could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language I would rather choose  German or Spanish. In fact, when I was in secondary school I had the chance to either choose between this two languages and drawing as an optional subject to study, but I had missed that because there was a girl that I used to like. So, I studied painting instead though I had no talent for painting.

I will leave the details about the girl to another post, but now I would like to say that I have always had an inclination for the German language more than Spanish. I have tried to learn some German words and sentences from the internet and YouTube. The only sentence that always come to mind is that “ich bin ein Mann ich bin nicht eine Frau” “I am a man I am not a woman “.

I like the German language because I like the history and the events of both world war 1&2 and also because in a few months ago ,I have participated in an exchange that is not finished yet, with some friends from Austria .  And this experience had made me more interested in learning their language.