NGO Koosa Youth Club Location: Koosa, Estonia Period: 13/09/2017 – 12/09/2018 Deadline: 27 February 2017 The Koosa Youth Club is looking for a motivated volunteer to work with all different kind of age groups and a creative mind to organize events.
FAVORISER L’ÉDUCATION INTERCULTURELLE Location: Saint Brieuc – France Period: 01/09/2017 – 30/06/2018 Deadline: 26 March 2017 In a small high school (415 students), the volunteer will propose cultural and intercultural activities for high school students, will drive the actions of students and CVL in terms of international exposure and cross-cultural discovery may animating school life times in a […]
One-Word Inspiration: Silence
When I was in high school, I was more of a silent guy. I remember how I used to keep it rather quiet in our everyday’s gatherings around the school. I was not much of a talker, probably, because, I used to take things rather seriously back then. I know that, because, my friends used to always point it out whenever I was reluctant to engage in a conversation of theirs. And, maybe that’s the reason why I used not to have many friends in high school, but, lucky enough to have my best friend Mohamed , with whom I used to share a lot and who was, sometimes, able to understand what I wanted to say.
I think Shakespeare said that “The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails” (The Winter’s Tale). I guess we both shared something from this quotation. My friend Mohamed was able to understand my lack of words and quiet attitude, probably because he possessed a pure talent of drawing. His innocent sensitivity to capture scenes, landscapes, and portraits from his own angle and perspective have made him acquainted to understand my silence. There were many times where he was able to infer and interpret what was going on in my head or what I was going to say, merely by just checking my face and reactions. He was good in reading people.
As I grow older and went to university, I grow more acquainted with the power of words myself and that’s the reason why I started this blog. I have seen this quotation for Adolf Hitler in the movie Imperium the other day that says “Words build bridges into unexplored regions” First, I didn’t believe that the quotation was for him, but then, I realized that Hitler’s propaganda had made him a fine orator and furious public speaker. Unfortunately, he used words to explore awful and twisted places.
Apart from finding this quote surprisingly inspirational, I believe that the best way to expand your mind and branch out with others as well as yourself is with words. Words have taken me to places I’ve never been, made me learn about the kind of person I am, and made me get in touch with my special ideas, feelings as well as to reach out to other people many times better than my Silence.
Is a look on the face
Someone has lost a race
It is usually what you don’t expect
Down goes respect
What did you expect ?
The unfulfilled request
The failing test
It is something we don’t hear
Yet, we all fear
What ,where, when, how, why, and who ?
Are all questions, that drives you to do
You are the ship and the crew
Make your wind , and pave your way through
That’s what all ships are made to do
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.
Sometimes it’s measured by how much
You can offer and make
Sometimes it’s measured by how much
You can give and take
Sometimes it’s limitless and vast
Sometimes it’s vain and dust
Sometimes you are found to be lost
waiting for the rays of dusk
Other times it rhymes
full happy times
I know, that
Nothing would last
Present,future, or past
Everything runs fast
Even those moments of love and lust
Infinite questions to ask
And, a little meaning to grasp
it’s more mysterious than deep
And,more promising to keep.
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
And for, greater good we cluster
Dear father, Dear Master
Who is the one true impostor ?
If not humans run their own disaster.
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.
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
Long days’ past are not to come back
If you choose to reconcile and empty your pack
And live to dream
That it would be another path …
When I saw her for the first time, I was not sure if I liked her or not. Of course, I was fascinated by the way; she talked and handled conversations, as if she used to do it many times before. She was not afraid to talk to boys or ask where they are from. She had a noticeable power over her listeners.
We were all sitting around the pair of giant palm trees. I was observing the way she talked vividly of the things she knew; of the way, she described herself, and the way she laughed. She did not take a long time to notice my quietness. I was not ready to chat with her, though; I knew she would ask me something finally.
I did not want to be asked, instead, I wanted to keep watching.
I read in a book that “sometimes we tend to like the qualities that we do not have”. Her mesmerizing charisma had enchanted me. I knew what I wanted, I wanted to be friends with her, I wanted to win her, and she was the perfect combination of self-confident young woman and a compelling orator.
To me she was that right model that we have inside our minds, that we never speak or describe to anyone . Watching her was like observing a shining rainbow after a light rain, colors so faint and delicate, the more you gaze into the more you wonder where they come from and where they go.
As she stood to change her place and sat just right next to me, I noticed that she was taller than I was, with a long black curling hair, dark eyebrows, round face, and sweet honey eyes. Her skin was like a faint brownie wheat that smelled fresh and refreshing.
I didn’t here what she said when she sat, that instant of time was a moment of transcendence … when I woke the school bell was ringing , my friends were laughing at my foolishness
And She already left…
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.
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.
If you are reading this letter I have to tell you that you are the new species who have invaded the planet earth. whether you are some angel sent by god to retake the place of humans or the new reincarnated repented soul who have just made her way to salvation and reborn again, here is a funny story about how I have died.
I was 23 years old and it happened when I read this prompt on daily post.wordPress.com oh… if you don’t know what is Word Press or the daily post I have to tell you that is something on the Internet invented by humans probably your species didn’t get to that level of progress yet, unless of course you are an alien and in which case I am not surprised that you can read this language. So, I was reading this prompt on the Internet asking me what could be the possible scenario in which I want to die… (exactly) (you read my mind) as if the man who takes lives is going to tell me when or where?Or maybe he will send a letter , a text message or guess what an e-mail? I am really hoping that who ever read this he is not an alien, because they are smart green creatures and probably have invited something more sophisticated than a text message, an e-mail, or the Internet.
Back to how I died I need to tell you that it was pretty much awkward, because I died naked and when my soul went up up through the seven skies I was wondering how much embracing it would be when I will met with the tough guy up there but it turned to be funny because I ran into many other naked souls that were I guess not much lucky who had to travel all the way like they were first-born. NOW, if you are wondering how I ended up dying naked, it is simple. It was summer, very hot, I was in my late seventies and I had to take a shower, you know the rest. I know it is not what I have always planned as a perfect death but this is because I hate to think about it or maybe because I don’t want to die lonely or old that’s why I have started smoking so that I can die before sixty, but you know what dear alien it didn’t happen. I died lonely and old and wrinkled and every female naked soul had to make fun of me. Well i guess not everything you wish in life always happen.
Yesterday when our teacher was giving back our grades and the exam sheets She said ” if you are learning something, you should learn it for the rest of your life. And not learn to just sit for an exam”. Honestly, I understand why she said so, because, she asked a question that was included in the exam. However, the whole class remained silent and no one could answer her ,no one seemed to even remember the questions that were in the exam.
After a few jokes from the teacher about how we are having a fish memory that only lasts for few seconds. And how we are becoming more and more mind-absent this days. We answered her question and corrected the exam. The thing here is that we are becoming more interested in exams and grades, than learning or any other thing . This is a fact that neither my classmates or I can deny. Here, I am in no position to say with any confidence why we are unlikely to take any interest in learning, but, I see good reasons why we do so. Before I start stating the obvious reasons. I would like first to define learning the way I see it.
what I mean by learning is this very long process that we have to endure from the moment where we turn to be six years old and start school. At that time we have no clue about life or what we are going to be in the future. However, by and by when we get to college and we are likely to meet with the market and employment. It’s true that we have to be competent, skillful, and original. Whereas, we need also to have a degree that will guarantee a job in the first place.
When I was in primary and high school I used to learn for the sake of learning. I used to learn because I liked what I am learning, I used to learn because I had no reservations about the future. I used to have no reasons to think about employment or jobs. Maybe I had a dream job that was my main motive for education, for learning, and for knowledge.
Today this old motivation has to mitigate by the reality that we come to face. when I know that there is about one million unemployed person that half of them have their high degrees, but, they have been unemployed for 3 years or more. When I know that there is about a four hundred thousand undergraduates and post-graduates where 80 thousand of them are most likely to face unemployment the next year of graduation, such a motivation have to fade away sooner or latter. When I know that I have been tricked to choose a branch that does not employ, but only in the public sector. I have to admit that I am no more interested in learning, more than I am interested in getting a job when I graduate.
When families have to pay for their children’s education and then keep paying and paying without getting something in return, without knowing that their son or daughter are likely to get a job at the end of the tunnel and to have a better future than their families had. I totally see my teacher’s view, however, I am convinced now than before that grades are what will get me to have a degree and a job, even if I know that I won’t be very knowledgeable or less cultivated.
what is that you want ?
The half naked sun sheds its rays through the moving clouds
You were on the spotlight I was under the ground…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “August Blues.”
When I was a kid, I was keen about going back to school. Especially, after the long summer holiday during which I had been the silly, stubborn of the family who always refused to have his nap and who spent all the midday rest doing deeds for his family members.
I like the first day of going back to school after enjoying my summer, after having enough swimming and running, after playing with cousins that I only meet in summer, and after making deeds and getting beating by my parents.
I just like my first day of going back to school because I used to like school when I was a kid and because I used to enjoy my time in the summer. But, what I really like most is the new clothes, the new school bag, and the new uniform that my mother buys me. It’s a little bit silly now. But, back then when I know that tomorrow is the first day of school, I just get excited and I put all my new bag, clothes, and uniform beside my bed before I get to sleep. I don’t remember why I used to do that,but, I was always happy doing it.
I also like to meet my friends in my first day of school . I have always missed my friends and classmates during the summer. However, I used not to miss my teachers.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “(Your Thing) for Dummies.”
A key to a woman’s heart is an unexpected gift, in an unexpected time.
Hey friend this is how it is done. This is my advice to you if you want to earn that heart of her’s.