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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.

How I die… hypothetically of course !

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.

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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.

Educate For Jobs

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.

A Morning Page

As I couldn’t find a good subject to write about this days, I felt that my inspiration had withered. Even the interesting daily prompts are not giving me any help. I am not saying here that the daily posts are stopping to be  motivating or enjoyable.But, as I am feeling down this last few days, I couldn’t accomplish any prompt.

I just set in front of my screen, read the prompt many times and then start to jump from one to another. Sometimes, I start to write a few words about a prompt. Then, I just stop. It’s like I am totally wearied or maybe it’s procrastination.

Seven days a week and all days are becoming the same. Although, I had two weeks break from school. I didn’t do anything original or something that might change my mood, or make me feel any better.

This week I am back to school. It’s good to see the friends, meet the teachers, get your grades, and re-embrace the college life.But, my friends and hanging out is not doing me any good. My teachers are blaming my low performance. And my grades are not well.

I am writing this post 3:09 am in the morning, which means that I am not getting enough sleep. My mind is empty and I am running out of cigarettes. I am losing balance.

I had a conversation with a friend yesterday at school about her future house, art, and motivation. Though, she had dominated most of the dialogue, I liked her motivation when she was talking about all the things that she loves and affects her. On the other hand, when she talked about art and how she could let go herself for the thing that might drive her beyond this world into another world of her own creation, imagination, and perception. A thought had crossed my mind about myself, about how I was not enjoying my time lately, about feeling down, and most of all how I could reincarnate myself and my motivation.

Imagination

“Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.”

 Oscar Wilde, an Irish writer and poet. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880’s, he became one of London’s most popular playwrights in the early 1890’s.

I was Blind to See

The dearest to see

Was always in front of me

Hand in hand we were free

To write our names on the ancient tree

We danced in the glee

The universe was about you and me

Your love was my ecstasy

And this is what we used to be

Today I am in agony

To let my heart for jealousy

To let my heart for bigotry

Now I know that your actions were made inadvertently

And I had interpreted them all wrongly

I had made them a certainty

To treat you indecently

Now I write my apology

And pleading repentantly

For all the hurt I made to thee.

Name that …Me!

In response to The Daily  writing prompt: “Name that… You!.”

My name is Wissem (وسام), an Arabic Tunisian name that means a medallion or a decoration, which you get or you put around your neck, because, you have contributed to your own State or country. Maybe you have done something patriotic or you have invented something good for the humanity, it depends! As I was told, my father named me with this name and when I asked him why and how he choose this name he said ” I don’t know, I have agreed with your mother to name you Wassim,( which is not far from Wissem, but only in meaning and Wassim  (وسيم ) means handsome ) and when I went to the municipal administration, I forget the name, so, as they were very close in the letter syllables I come up with your name ”  Funny, right ?
Well as I am still young and not thinking about marriage or kids, I won’t bother myself with names right now, I am just hoping not to marry a stubborn wife ! I just believe that when we come to name our babies it just happen spontaneously and always fit.

The View

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The grey clouds colonizes the blue clear sky

And obscures the first morning rays

A thought has possessed my mind

And I don’t know the words to use

But, you will hear my muse

A sing that you can not defuse

the soft drops of rain glides on my  window room

And I light a cigarette

 In observing this godly scene

I lost my look of glare

And enchanted by the natural flair

I prolonged my stare …

Very soon drops shifts into little streams of water

And run down the gutter heading all to the sea.

Talking High !

Alphabet Soup

Write down the letters of the ABC. For each one, choose a word that begins with that letter. Now, write a post about anything — using all the words you’ve selected.

a art

b bold

c curse

d deal

e elegant

f flair

g gold

h hurt

i illegal

j junkies

k ( I can’t find any word that starts with “k” ah key, what key ? all right then key )

l laugh

m make

n nest

o oracle

p purse

q quit

r reincarnate

s sweat

t technology

U utilitarian

v vague

W white

X … xoxoxoxoxo at the end of this poem

y yell

Z zip

Try to do this prompt when you’re high !

International Travel

Tunnel Vision

You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?

Back there in history people used to move from one place to another easily, no passport or visa, no boarders or limitations. All you have to do is to take on the waves and sail with the blowing wind, no passport, no visa, no boarders or limitations. Traders and merchants were among the privileged to travel the world and live the adventure.

Today as we grow more civilized and more well-mannered  we have to put more regulations, restrictions, and procedures. To ensure more control over the boarders, over the people, over trades, and over what ever or who ever travel in or out of a country.  As there are poor people, There are also poor countries. As there are rich people, there are rich countries. Developed and developing countries, there is green passports that can take you anywhere and everywhere and there is red passports that have to follow the procedures. There is wealthy countries, which citizens are privileged to travel where they want. And poor countries which citizens are predestined to travel only to some places or not to travel at all.

Honestly, I am in no position to talk rightly about international travel. However, I am in position to talk about some of the people who dare to jeopardize their lives to travel secretly and illegally. I am sure that such a matter does have many facets. Some are political and others are social or economic. To put in brief, Social and economic aspects are always attached to the poor countries, or more obviously the developing countries. I mean have you ever seen people who are travelling illegally from Europe to Africa, for example, by the Mediterranean sea ? Political aspects are meant to be what the developed countries do best. I mean does poor little countries have a big say in its own politics or the international scene ? When your are poor you have either to work hard or you live on charity. Sometimes the man in the suit will give you a charity and other times he won’t, because, it is a charity!

Back to what is worth, the freedom of speech, the freedom of press, and the freedom to move and travel are all freedoms that we tend to enjoy with no tyranny or constraints. And, as there is poor and rich or maybe because we are more civilized and well-mannered we tend to compose and weave those freedoms as we see may fit, or maybe as the man in the suit may see fit. In this regard, the freedom of speech turns to be fake and fictionalization of the truth, the freedom of press turns to praise the crown and the state, and the freedom to move and travel turns to be a magical tunnel  that secretly and  quickly connect me to a location of my choice. Imagination is something really cool, however, actual experience is also something cooler, don’t you think ?

 

The social network

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Social Network.”

Though I have started to use social media mainly in 2007, I am not very used to it. The thing with social media today is that there is a huge variety of web sites that are not only getting enormous in number but also they are constantly updated. You have get used to the dashboard and the way this social media or the other work and then it is changed with new items or options.

To be honest I often use Facebook, twitter,and many other kinds of social media. I usually use them,because, they have become part of our daily routines. I mean checking your e-mail, your instagram, or your Facebook messages is something that starts to take hours from our lives, right ? For this reason, I have narrowed down my uses for social media and started to use a few of them.

Many of may friends and relatives use social media. What I like it most is this page on Facebook that my cousins and I have made. All the cousins, uncles, and ants who are also using this social media are gathered together. It is really good, because, we can share and exchange pictures. And,what’s important to check on each other and know how things are going, especially when you have relatives who live abroad or far away from you.

Self-Perfection

In response to the daily prompt The Great Pretender

 Are you full of confidence or have you ever suffered from Imposter Syndrome? Tell us all about it.

the fact that we are humans is something that we forget sometimes. The way I see things is that we all have our pros and cons. We all strive to do things exactly the way we imagine them in our minds. We all tend for exactitude or perfection. Sometimes we feel so confident, because, our work or thing is done the way we wanted and other times we feel disappointed, because, our work is not done the way we have seen or imagine it.

Striving for excellence and being the best is something basically human. And what is more human is the reward we intend to get from our sweat and tears. Aristotle says that ” deficiency and excess are both fatal” and because we are humans we usually forget what’s in between the two extremes.

I have a friend that whenever she has the chance, she tells me how much skillful, smart, or intellectual I am. And, I always say that she is not right! Or maybe I am smart, but, I am not that smart. Maybe I know few things,but, I am not that intellect. From what I can tell is that I may be suffering from Imposter Syndrome and if sometimes I have succeeded in achieving something. I feel confident, but, also this feeling soon mitigates when I know that I can do better.

A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time

What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. (No story behind the photo? Make one up, or choose the last picture you took that had one.)

Last Sunday ,we went to Kesra ,which is a city in west-central Tunisia situated on the northern edge of Tunisia. I know that the prompt asks only for one picture, but, here they are…

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A set of a magnificent interrelated mountainous that pleases the eye.

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We went there to deliver some help to the very needy people of this town as part of our duty. Honestly I was shocked by the rawness of the place. I am in no position to say with any confidence why the people of kesra or many other inner Tunisia towns won’t take any interest in politics, culture, or education. But, I can see good reasons to do so.

All Grown Up

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”

I don’t really remember when was the first time I felt like a grown up.But, I can only assume that when I moved to live and study in the capital I came to realize that it was time to be responsible for myself.

When I succeeded in the Baccalaureate back than in the 2010, I moved to Tunis the capital of Tunisia where I lived a whole year in the dorm. I believe that when you found yourself alone, you started actually to think like a grown up and started to take responsibility for yourself. I had to say that the first three months were rough and very confusing; coming from a small town to a larger city with all the people, new living style, and managing yourself with new utilities and public transportation was something challenging.

It is these situations and circumstances that has to be fall upon us that make us stronger, more responsible, and mature.Today, I can say with more confidence that I am lucky to meet people and be in situations that have made my mind grow on a large-scale, experiences that has made me more mature,and challenges that I won’t stop to face.

Followers tribute

Well hello there people of the word press community! “word pressers” anywhere and everywhere !My blog  will soon have a hundred followers, so I am grateful and that’s why I am writing this thankful post for the ninety-eight followers who decided to follow my blog Thoughts and some Happenings.Also, I  would like to say thanks for who ever liked some of my posts, it was a kind of huge  support for me to know that my words are read. 

PS: Don’t hesitate to write your comments, because it will be helpful for me to have some feedback and if I am in progress or not.

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Fountain pen

In response to the prompt Be the Change 

 What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

I think when I first started to blog I had no intentions of changing anything but myself. I was convinced that I am not at all a writing figure. However, by and by and thanks to those daily prompts of course  I started to establish myself, started to write and also started to discover how words could affect my life, mind, and soul.

This prompt had reminded me of a topic that we had on secondary school on one of my french exams, I don’t remember the exact right question of the exam, but its main idea was about whether  you prefer an art for art or an engaged art that focuses on a particular issue aiming to make a change and creating a difference. Back then, my choice was the latter, I was 17 and I was and still  possessed by the Palestinian great poet Mahmoud Darwich and his noble cause that he was committed to. So, I wrote my topic and decided that art should be engaged to man’s social,political,colonial,and economic issues. Thus, the one and only purpose of the poet, the writer, and the artist is to remain faithful to the sufferings of his own nation.

To be honest my writings here on this humble blog are mere writings of thoughts and experiences_thoughts on life, manhood, love,and some despair_Experiences also on life ,but are more particular and individualistic. Today, I write for self-improvement, self-realization, and excitement of the self. I write because I want to write and blog. Writing has shown me how it can be a vivid way of getting in touch with your own thoughts,feelings, and senses.I write to enjoy some kind of escape,but, also I learn through what I write about the kind of person I am, the kind of person I want to be. Before I deviate more from the prompt I would like to say that if I am part of this “world” then I am in no position to say with any confidence that my blog has already made some change.

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