Traces

It is so nice when you visit a place that was crowded only a while ago as if people leave behind, their voices besides a few keys and earings.

FYI

Drunk in car. Bachelorette. Even enjoying mohamad skandar song. Had a car accident today. Almost killed a minor on a motorcycle and spent the night in jail. Partying the night in pierre & friends my favorite place in lebanon. FYI.

Tomorrow Cyprus!!

Ehem... my wedding!

power

It is our weaknesses that make us long for power for it is only this way that we think no one will ever again dare point at them. But it is only then that your weaknesses stare you in the face. Osho preaches to be vulnerable for flowers bend in the storm but trees are crushed. That is too monk-like for me and I preach to be water: flow in peace and rain when need be.

J. Lennon was not always right!

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans," said John Lennon. Except for me, John, it seems that waiting is all what happens to me while I'm planning to have a life. Oh, and, John, listen to this: in Lebanon, traffic is what happens to you while you're seriously making other plans.

"Leave" me alone!

I am on leave for a whole month and I am spending my time in the traffic. Advice for everyone taking a leave or a vacation in Lebanon: get lots of board games, PS3, DVDs, books, alcohol, whatever, and chill out at home. You can go out between 5 and 7 in the morning should you feel the walls pressing on your lungs.

Our little sunday prayers and my grandma

Does watching the Christian sermon on LBC count as having attended the Sunday prayers? Is there any "fatwa" in this regard? In case it does count which I assume why it is broadcast, among other reasons of course, then the camera should stop moving around among people because that is distracting. When I was a kid I found a qoran among my father's books. This discovery was the source of fun for my sisters and cousins and I for a whole month when we used to take turns in imitating the sheikh while reading from the book. The verse of "al waswas al khannas" of which we understood not one word, was our favorite. The ceremony used to drive my grandmother mad and she would shout at us saying that this is blasphemy and that we should instead hold a christian sermon. That added additional fun because we started simulating the church prayers and my grandma would seriously start standing up and sitting back, making the cross sign, and lipsing the name of my dead grandpa. We made sure to give her a piece of bread in water at the end which she swallows piously. My grandma didn't watch LBC and I believe that our little game had no political intentions and had, much more than LBC ever would, put my grandma at peace.