Women can’t participate in funerals?

Why can’t women participate in funerals in Jordan?

I don’t know if this is a religious issue or another social unjust norm. I understand that most women wouldn’t like to go to the grave site and see their loved ones burried under the ground, men don’t like that either, but what if some want to? Why not allow a wife to bury her husband or son? a daughter to bury her mother?

It is heart wrenching to see my friend burying his mother-in-law yesterday. He literally was pulling sand on to her grave, while his wife (another friend of mine), was moaning at home because she can’t be there.

Doesn’t a dead woman wish to have other close women at her side while burying her under the ground? I know that if I am a woman, I would want that.

The secret in motion and my own requests

A friend/co-worker of mine won the GMC 4-wheel car – Cozmo’s big prize for the holiday season. When I went to her office to congratulate her, she said “Have you read the Secret?” I nodded my head “Yes, ofcouse. I even believe in it somehow” (Don’t ask me how). So she proceeded saying that since she read it, her life changed!

On the day she filled up the coupons for winning the car, she went outside Cozmo, right next to the GMC and stood for a moment imagining herself driving it. A few days later, when they called her to tell her that she won, she wasn’t surprised. She believed and knew that she is going to get it, and thus she faked her excitement (as of being surprised) for their sake.

“Bravo” I told her. That this is the right attitude. I have been trying to master my own secret for months now. I managed to win twice already, once 100 JD, and once 150 JD. That is a major change of luck for someone who always believed that he had a bad luck and as a result never won even another can of cola!

So now I am going to say it out loud, so that the universe listens to me. THIS year I want:
1. Win 150000 JD. The biggest monthly prize of Al Eskan bank
2. My grandma to be spared of her pain of struggling with cancer
3. Licky Licious to be a big success
4. Have time to write my first novel – a long arabic version of Social Pressure
5. Get a Nintendo wii

So, hey universe, I am not asking too much. I put it clearly and precisely of what I want so that not to confuse you.

and will be waiting for you to listen 🙂

Thank you in advance..

Turning the other cheek!

When someone slaps me on my left cheek
I turn the other one!
It isn’t that I am a masochist
But it is because
Jesus would do that!

Ok, I admit, I am lying!
I wouldn’t turn the other cheek
I slap back! Slap slap slap

I don’t do that either!
In reality,
When I am slapped
Which never happened before in the literal way of what the word means
I stand silent
in shock
trying to figure out why did the other person attack me like this

To sum it all,
what I really do
is taking preventive measures for not letting it to happen again

I have been trying to teach myself to react when someone offends me for ages,
but what happened yesterday really stunt me
and made me realize that I am a hopeless case

After several months of struggling with the municipality for the vocational license for licky licious (my and my friend’s ice cream shop)
and after having to deal with the shitty attitude of the person at the head of the vocational department in their zahran office
Doing his best to bring up every possible way to torture me
and throwing me from an office to another
and asking me to go home and come back another day over and over again for no reason aside of his laziness

When I finally got the license,
and to my SURPRISE
How the hell I let those words leave my mouth!
I realized it right away, along with the shock/angry look on my friend’s face!
Why do you thank him?!
For the torture he gave us for months?!
or for the job he had to do and made sure to raise our blood pressure in each step?!

And then again, when we left
and while cursing him over and over again
I wished that ONE day
Need would drive him to my door
begging me for help
Where I would torture him back
and make him drink from his own medicine
“And I know that you definatly would help him” my friend said
and sadly, I think that he is right
I don’t slap back
Because fucking Jesus Christ would just do the same
(this line is taken from Grey’s anatomy)
Actually I guess that it is just my nature,
to let it go

But a friend of mine wouldn’t do that
The other day,
She sent a text message to her former boss
whom she hates
Congratulating her for her husband’s loss in the parliament elections!
She wrote “Congratulations for your LOSS. You deserve it!”
What goes around comes around, right?
Simple Karma..
Did that make my friend happy?
I guess it did
But it wouldn’t make me happy if I ever to act this way.

Speaking of karma,
On new year’s eve
I bought a lottery ticket with a friend of mine
Me and him were buying some pizza’s for the night
and the person at cash calculated the amount we have to pay wrongly
He missed one pizza
After paying, we realized his mistake, and pointed it out to him
so that to give him the amount he missed

I looked at my friend and said:
You know what? I feel good about this
because we did the right thing, we are going to win the lottery
He laughed and said:
Are you talking about the karma thing
I nodded and smiled

After 2 days
We won 150 JDs 🙂
Not bad for a new year’s start

Don’t under estimate the power of karma 🙂
Do good and you’ll get good

I dont grow older each year, instead, I grow up

In my teenage years, there was this sensational beautiful feeling of having my body growing up. Gaining 10-15 centimeter per year, along with gaining other manly attributes such as a harsher voice and more body hair and muscles was very touchable where people seeing me every couple of months used to notice the change and giving admiration comments about how quick I was growing up.

Growing up in itself is a nice experience. The bigger someone becomes, the more freedom, confidence and power he gets. Of course growing up doesn’t mean only about physical attributes, but that is what was really touchable at that age.

Unfortunately, that phase of time has been short. Only few years of growing, and you end up with a stable physical form that you carry on with your whole life.

Few years passed after my teenage, and I forgot the sweet feeling of growing up. Although with college study, work and people’s interaction, life managed to remind me of growth in a different level, which is mental.

For few years mental growth had been so subtle. Not until two years ago when I start reading books where the sweet growing feeling hit me back. With every book I read I feel myself taller: a growth that can be as measurable in terms of mental scaling as my teenage growth in terms of physical scaling.

The days of measuring up my height to other men in the street, my cousins, and friends are back in a different taste. The measurement tools changed, and instead of standing side by side scaling whose shoulder is higher, I sit down now with people and argue about life which after few minutes shows the real height of everyone’s mental age.

Unfortunately, people who read in the Arab world are really scarce. There is a cultural behavior to make fun of people who read. A lot of others claim, with no reasonable proof that they feel so bored ready and can’t manage to keep a book open in their hands. I know that they are missing a lot, and their unsound reasoning just shows the shortness of their mental age. Sadly, this cultural phenomena is like a virus, that is widely spread among us, and is leaving us like midgets among other people around the world.

The other day I was watching Marcell Khalifeh on Rotana with Wafa’ al Kilani (Against the current show), and I was sitting there impressed with how big this man is. He is one of those who discovered a way to keep up growing regardless what appears of natural laws. Seeing people that big changes my view of life. Now I realize that I am not getting older, in the contrary, by reading, I am getting bigger and bigger everyday. I hope one day to reach the heights of men like Marcell Khalife, Paulo Coelho and others.