tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89101222008-08-31T11:40:50.540+04:00UmQusai's Thoughts ..Thoughts from here and there .. things that goes in this crazy mind of mine!Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-73226321445733508552008-08-19T11:52:00.007+04:002008-08-19T13:46:38.267+04:00خواطر أم<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2777849862_4f6015bcfa.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2777849862_4f6015bcfa.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">خواطر مرت ببالي وأنا أحدق في المهد الصغير وظلمة الليل تلف المكان، قد تكون مجرد هلوسات بسبب فقدي للنوم (الذي أعزه كثيراً!) أو قد تكون نتاج إكتئاب يدعي الأطباء أنه يصيب الأمهات الجدد .. مهما كان .. تبقى مشاعر مرت بخلجات نفسي وأحببت أن أخطها بالقلم (أو بالكيبورد بالأصح!) :ـ<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />ولدي عزّان:<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">التاريخ: 17/7/2008</span><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">سُإلت عم شعرت به لحظة لقائك ، أخذت أفكر فقد تخذلني الكلمة ويرجف القلم وأنا أكتب ، فهذه مشاعر عظيمة التي يجب أن أكتب عنها!ـ .. سأصدقك القول وأعترف بأن مشاعر الأمومة الجياشة لم تعتريني أول ما رأيتك، لم أشعر بتلك الأمومة الفورية التي أسمع عنها في الروايات والأفلام، أحببتك كحبي لإبن جارتي بسبب رقة أناملك ولمعان عيناك!ـ<br /><br />لكني أنظر إليك اليوم، بعد إسبوعين من ولادتك .. شعوري مختلف وأنا أنظر إليك، عيناك التي تبدو وكأنها تحدق في و تكلمني تغمر قلبي بعطف لا حدود له، بكائك لألم في معدتك يطعنني ألماً، وحركات فمك التي تطلب فيها غذائك تشعرني بالمسئولية، كل هذا يجعلني أتسائل ، هل الأمومة غريزة تلقائية تأتي مع آلام المخاض ، أم أن تعلقي بك الآن وشعوري بالمسئولية تجاهك هو ما يبرز هذه العاطفة؟<br /><br />سؤال لا أعتقد أن أحداًيمكنه الإجابة عليه .. ولكن النتيجة هي أن هذا الشعور الذي يغمرني الآن تجاهك يجعلني أدرك أن حب الأم لولدها حب لا حدود له .. فديتك يا أمي الغالية.ـ<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">التاريخ: 31/7/2008</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />كلما تأملت هاتان الجوهرتان، أشعر أن سعادتي هي في النظر إليهما، وتنزع مني عيناك إبتسامة مهما كانت حالتي من التعب والإرهاق، لكني سرعان ما أتذكر أن أمامي سنوات طوال من السهر والألم، سأغضب فيها منك، ستعذبني فيها ب "ربشتك"، وستجبرني أحيانا على معاقبتك أشد العقاب، ولكن .. ستبقى هذه العينان نقطة ضعفي ، وستنسيني بنظرة منهن أي ألم وعذاب تسببت به.<br /><br />يا رب.. سهل علي تربيته وأعني عليها .. وأجعله اللهم من عبادك الصالحين!ـ<br /><br />أمين</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-58153952618986480292008-08-05T17:33:00.005+04:002008-08-06T00:06:15.550+04:00Welcome to Motherhood!About a month back (34 days precisely), I entered a new stage in my life .. a new experience .. no one could prepare you to what to expect even the experts in this field .. because every experience is unique!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333399;"><strong>Motherhood:</strong></span><br /></span><br />On 2nd of July, I received Allah's gift .. after a cesarean. I would lie to you if I said that I felt that I am a mom instantly. In fact, even after a month, there are times when I am the old me, wanting to spend few hours for me doing what I like and not caring about any one around. Except, I am always reminded by the cries of Baby Azzan.<br />I think motherhood comes gradually. For example, now when I am having my lunch and Azzan is sleeping in the room .. I keep checking on him all the time .. thinking he might be fussing over a dirty diaper or he might want his lunch too! I think it will take time until I am 100% a mother :p<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Azzan, the name:<br /></span></strong><br />People keep asking, why did I choose the name. Well actually lots of names were suggested by me and my husband, some I liked and some he liked .. Azzan was one of the few names that we both liked. I liked its sound, and the meaning comes from dignity if I can interpret it right "3izza-3az al shay2 - fahwa 3azzan".<br />It was also the name of a very famous Omani Imam (Azzan bin Qais). he was known by his justice. Inshallah Azzan takes some of his characters !!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Um Qusai, the Blog:</span></strong><br /><br />After having Azzan, lots of people started asking, why didn’t I call him Qusai. Well it was a name I liked and I was hoping to call him Qusai, but I guess it wasn’t written and he was destined to be called Azzan.<br />Now, I started thinking .. should I change the blog's name to Azzan's name. Azzan's mom's part, saying yes I should since he is my first son. But, the old me .. dont want to change it. Qusai has been there with me for so long .. he was my imaginary son. I will be so cruel if I just changed it because I had the real one. Till now, I didnt take a decision .. so the blog will remain Umqusai's thoughts until further notice :)<br /><br />Here are few thoughts that came into mind and wanted to share it with you. I miss blogging and interacting with my fellow bloggers, but its not easy especially when I am still at my parents house (I have my grandma asking me to pick up the crying baby and leave the laptop aside while I am tempted to ignore the cries :p ). However, I am here to read your comments and reply to them .. so do comment :)Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-84649769339852180292008-06-07T14:11:00.002+04:002008-06-07T14:23:02.499+04:00and the waiting starts ...I've finally reached my 9th month. Yesssssssssss! I made it this far .. and now the wait starts for the big day !<br /><br />I have a mixture of suspense, fear and excitment all inside me .. I want to be done and see the little kicker .. but god whenever I hear of the process of him coming out .. I want him to just stay inside and relax!!<br /><br />Speaking of him, somehow I cant get the idea that I am definatly having a boy out of my head .. we didnt want to know, but something inside assurs me its a boy even though everyone looking at my tummy, or my face tells me its a girl. If it turned out to be a girl, then my dear sweeet girl I am so sorry .. I didnt mean to feel different than you are and I would love you so so so very much too :)<br /><br />A7madinooo has been asking me to write about the feeling of the father .. and I apologise for not doing so .. I dont know why writing was the last thing in mind since I got pregnant .. maybe because its easier for me to write about something sad than writing about something happy. I will compensate that a7madinoo by writing about how he felt after he held the baby in his hands. I am expecting him to speak more about that than how is experssing his happeniess now. Now, all what he keeps saying is: when is this boy coming out, I want him to take some of the burdens off me :p<br /><br />Thanks all who kept visiting this blog even when it was quite and empty .. you are the ones who I write this blog for .. coz at least you care to read even nonesense from a pregnant lady :p<br /><br />Any way, just thought of updating since I know I won't be updating for long .. or maybe not? maybe I will come running to this place when I am tired for the young singer :)Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-37353829386410963652008-03-02T13:10:00.033+04:002008-03-02T14:04:27.090+04:00معرض مسقط للكتاب<span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R8p7Rdk6jyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/E71N9sychd4/s1600-h/%D9%85%D8%B9%D8%B1%D8%B6+%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%83%D8%AA%D8%A7%D8%A8.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R8p7Rdk6jyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/E71N9sychd4/s320/%D9%85%D8%B9%D8%B1%D8%B6+%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%83%D8%AA%D8%A7%D8%A8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173082661915889442" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> زرت بالأمس معرض مسقط للكتاب ، ولو أن زيارتي كانت متعبة بعض الشيء بسبب ألام الظهر التي يسببها المشاغب الصغير ولكنني إستمتعت بجولة سريعة حول المعرض وبإذن الله ستكون لي زيارة أخرى أشبع فيها من الكتب .. كانت حصيلتي من الزيارة كالآتي:<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" >- مسلمون وأحرار .. متى توقفنا عن التفكير ؟ لإرشاد منجي </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />شدني العنوان حيث أنني أؤمن بأننا كمسلمين عطلنا عقلنا عن التفكير وركزنا كثيراً على ما يقال لنا، قرأت تعريفاً للكتاب في الإنترنت يصفه بالجرأة .. متلهفة أنا لقراءته<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >- رجال في التاريخ لعلي الطنطاوي</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />ما دفعني لشراء الكتاب كان الكاتب الذي إستمتعت بكتبه الأخرى ولكنني أردت أن أستزيد بقصص التاريخ الإسلامي حتى أتعلم منها أكثر عن تلك القصص التي تلهمنا لنؤثر في المستقبل<br /><br />هذا زادي من الزيارة الأولى، وإن كانت هناك كتب تنصحوني بإقتناءها لا ترددوا ولكن لا تتأخروا فباقي 5 أيام للمعرض<br /><br />(Jeff, this post is about the book exhibition, I promise I will come with an english post soon :) )<br /></span></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-73345994959811054282008-01-24T22:56:00.001+04:002008-01-25T01:22:26.512+04:00In Al Mar'a<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jf_7_xrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P3fJLsgmOzE/s1600-h/Photo-0098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jf_7_xrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P3fJLsgmOzE/s320/Photo-0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159119662682844690" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jfwL_xrgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dSM-p0WuSxM/s1600-h/Photo-0097.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/R5jfwL_xrgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dSM-p0WuSxM/s320/Photo-0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159119392099905026" border="0" /></a><br />I was interviewed in Al Mar'a Magazine. It was exciting seeing my nickname over there :D<br />I will try to scan the pages soon, once I fix my scanner that is :pArabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-3320162349889522842008-01-20T14:05:00.000+04:002008-01-20T14:12:42.462+04:00Nine Months, and still confused!!These days, I only read about pregnancy whether is that online or through magazines and books. I came across this article which really reflect the confusion I go through whenever I am asked about "which month". I can easily tell you which week I am but when I am asked about the month, I go blank .. am I on the 4th or almost 5th or I am 3 months and few weeks? Its just too confusing!!<br />Enjoy the following article:<br /><blockquote><p><span style="color:#660000;">I made the mistake during my first pregnancy of trying to guess how many “months along” I was. It seems simple, right? Nine months in a pregnancy.<br />But not everyone thinks that way. Some say ten. Some say nine. Some, like me, say too many.<br />Go to any pregnancy website or message board and there will be twenty women with twenty different responses to how far along you are.<br />You are four months, no wait, five. Well, actually, four and a half, unless you’re going by the Ancient Mayan Calendar, which then, you’re really in your fifth year. Also, it turns out that you’re carrying an elephant. Congrats!<br />The problem lies in the fact that not every month is four weeks long. Some people, like me, don’t really care about that fact and just “round up” to the next month along once you hit four weeks.<br />Then there are the people like my husband that always reminded me that I wasn’t as far along as I thought.<br />Would you really tell someone that is running a marathon “Hey. I know you thought you were at mile 20, but it’s really mile 16. There’s a discrepancy in the counting system. Anyway, it all evens up at the end. Oh, and by the way, watch that hill on the last mile. It’s a killer!”</span></p><blockquote><p></p></blockquote></blockquote>Source: <a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/sj/week18">http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/sj/week18</a>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-40552028614525145542007-12-31T00:59:00.001+04:002007-12-31T23:04:06.571+04:00ساحر عشق جنيةUpdated:<br />Try this link now: <a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/6060121f7ace39/%5D1587157515811585%20159315881602%201580160616101607">Sa7er 3ashaq Giniya</a><br /><a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/6060121f7ace39/%5D1587157515811585%20159315881602%201580160616101607.mp3%20-%204.78MB"></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >كلما إستمعت إلى هذه الأغنية الغريبة تنتابني موجة من الضحك، أحببت أن أشارككم هذه الموجة!!ـ</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/127279591_a315239e4a.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 85px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/127279591_a315239e4a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTkwNDgzMzgyMDAmcD*xMDIyNjEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" />Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-54068233233712454812007-12-15T13:43:00.002+04:002007-12-15T14:05:24.111+04:00Lil Qusai on the way!!I am happy to intrduce lil Qusai. He will be around in his mom's thoughts and prayers but he needs your prayers too!! Please do pray for him and his mother for a healthy and safe delivery.<br /><br />He would like to tell you more about himself .. please dont hesitate to read what he wants to say :)<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="baby" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev178bss__.png" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">PS. 1- I tried setting this ticker in the side bar but it messed the whole template. Will try to do it again, or maybe change the template.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 2- Its not a boy, I dont know yet. But I like to call him Qusai for now, even though my husband objects the name :(</span>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-33279705897263356082007-12-07T00:13:00.000+04:002007-12-08T11:15:02.205+04:00حفل التخرج<p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span lang="AR-SA" style="font-size:130%;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span lang="AR-SA"><span style="font-size:130%;">كنا هناك بين الجمع الغفير الذي حضر ليتوج أربع سنوات من أعمار فلذات أكبادهم بشهادة تؤهلهم لخوض معترك الحياة، كان الجمع كله ينظر بزهو إلى الطالبات الائي تقدمن بثبات إلى المنصة ، كأن الواحدة تقول أنها هنا لتحتفل بكل ساعة قضتها وهي غارقة في كتاب مكتوب بطلاسم يصعب فهمها، وبلحظات كان القلق هو العامل المشترك بين كل خلايا جسمها، جائت تقول أنه بعد كل هذا هي مستعدة لتواجه الحياة المهنية ، تقولها لأنها لا تعرف ما هي الحياة المهنية!! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span lang="AR-SA" style="font-size:130%;">لم يشد إنتباهي من هذا الجمع، إلا عائلة مكونة من رجل تسلل الشيب إلى لحيته السوداء عبر السنوات حتى أصبح اللون الوحيد، وإمرأة ترى خطوب الحياة مرسومة في تقاسيم وجهها بعناية، وابن يبدو في الثلاثينات من عمره، ما شدني إليهم هي بساطتهم المتناهية وهندامهم البسيط.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span lang="AR-SA" style="font-size:130%;">أخذت أفكر، ما الذي يفكر فيه هذا الأب في مثل هذه اللحظات؟ كم هو فخور بإبنة إختارت تخصصاً من أصعب التخصصات وبلسان أعجمي لا يفهمه.. ما شعور الأم وهي ترى نتاج سهرها الليالي لتساند إبنتها وهي تذاكر مستنير يسراج قديم. والأخ الذي لم يحالفه الحظ ليحضى بشهادة جامعية ولكنه عمل جاهداً أن تهنأ أخته بتلك الفرصة.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;">تخيلت كل تلك الأحداث، ترقرقت دمعة تحاول ملامسة خدي ولكني أمسكتها متذكرة أن القصة من نسج الخيال، رأيت الإبنة متقدمة إلى طاولة عائلتها وقبلت رأس والدها ولفت أمها بحرارة، عندها أدركت أن ما تخيلته لم يكن خيالاً و نزلت الدمعة ساخنة!<br /><span lang="AR-SA"></span></span></p>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-38772696449269079542007-11-17T22:01:00.000+04:002007-11-18T08:52:42.285+04:00Happy 37th National Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rz8uZJN-eiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QWeI52T1zTw/s1600-h/Sultan+Qaboos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133873109731801634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rz8uZJN-eiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QWeI52T1zTw/s320/Sultan+Qaboos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">These are some of the reasons why I love him:<br /><br /><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5tQxM7NQq18">Old video</a><br /><br /><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=lMO9EubiUfw">Nice poem</a> </div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-59744541600292931562007-11-02T22:46:00.000+04:002007-11-02T22:53:31.299+04:00عندما يتحقق الحلم<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">خاطرة أهديها خاصة لأختي الغالية شهرزاد<br /><br /></span>أحيانا تمر على الإنسان سنين طوال .. يرافقه في هذه المسيرة حلم واحد .. حلمٌ يفرض نفسه فس كل سكنة وكل نسمة هواء عليل ، يبقى الحلم ثابتا مع أن المدارك حوله تقول بكل قوة أنه مستحيل أو أنه صعب المنال ، يجعل الإنسان يتمسك بأي أمل ، بأي وعد لتحقيق هذا الحلم .. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >تمر الأيام هكذا، بهدوئها وحلمها الثابت .. ولكن فجأة .. تهب ريح قوية .. .. ويتغير كل شيء .. الحلم الذي تمنيته طويلاً يصبح حقيقة يصعب تصديقها .. ويبقى الإيمان بالله بأن كل شي ممكن هو الأقوى دائما </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-1161455664707275952007-10-26T22:59:00.000+04:002007-10-26T23:22:48.872+04:00Majlis Al Shura - Oman Consultative Council<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RyI-YzGNT9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dFOp7Zju2WE/s1600-h/shura.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 203px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RyI-YzGNT9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/dFOp7Zju2WE/s320/shura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125727921655074770" border="0" /></a>Tomorow is our Shura (Consultitive) Sixth Round Election Day. Evey Omani and Omania above the age of 21 is allowed to vote for anyone in the willaya (state) they are reigistered in. You need to register yourself a voter few months back in the willaya you belong to first. Every willaya is going to have one representative except for few (who have more than 30,000 residents exp. Mudhaibi, Suwaiq..etc).<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I beleive its the duty of every Omani to vote for anyone who they see fit. I understand many dont beleive in the council and question what do they actually do beside questioning minsters and government official in thier yearly public meeting. I have a strong beleive that although it might not have lots of authority today, but a step ahead is a step towards the right direction. Its enough that people are putting a little bit more thoughts on who they are going to vote for and why are they going to vote for them. People are starting to give a little bit importance of what the representative is going to do. Although, sometimes I dont agree on thier demands since most of thier demands are related to thier own benefits (a road for the certain willaya, a hospital, ..etc).<br />I believe we should put the Shura Representative in the big picture. What is he going to do for Oman? He should be a Representative from the Wilaya but to benefit Oman as a whole. He should be able to present concerns that come from every Omani not only the people form the Wilaya he belongs to.<br />It will take time till we reach that understanding. People are starting to question today why are they restricted to the willaya they are registered in. Today I was having this discussion with my cousin. I believe it should stay that way in the time being, because the person is representing the willaya currently and its not fair for the people in that willaya if anyone is allowed to vote for anyone. When the day comes, and the Representative is representing the whole country not only his willaya people.<br />Any way, tomorrow is the election day. I hope every Omani takes this seriously and consider voting. It means allowing you to contribute in the bigger picture, it might be a small contribution today .. but slowly I believe it will get bigger and bigger.<br /></div><br /></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-69186221273674976952007-10-22T11:38:00.000+04:002007-10-23T09:55:53.743+04:00فتاوي غريبة<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">إستلمت المقالة في بريدي الإليكتروني ، أتفق كثيراً مع الكاتبة .. لم يعد الناس يلجأون إلى العقل الذي وهبهم الله بل يعتمدون على المشايخ والعلماء ، نعم هم أكثر علماً ولكن في أمورنا الدنيوية البسيطة .. يجب أن تصرف بالمنطق خاصة إن كان لا يوجد دليل واضح لحرمة الموضوع، أذكر أني كنت أستمع لأحد أشرطة الفتاوي و كان أكثر السائلين يطرحون أسئلتهم بطريقة تحتم على الشيخ الفتوى بحرمة الموضوع ، لأن طرح السؤال كان بطريقة تبين مساويء الموضوع وتخفي محاسنه!!ـ </span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>على العموم إيكم بالمقال :ـ</strong><br /><br /></span><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333399;">27/03/2007 بقلم: ليلى العثمان<br />ذات يوم كنت أستمع إلى أحد المشايخ وهو يرد على أسئلة المستمعين بالبث المباشر، فجاءه هذا السؤال الغريب من أحد المستمعين: أحضرت خروفا إلى بيتي لأذبحه في عيد الأضحى لكن الخروف أكل جزءا من جريدة أجنبية فهل لحمه حلال أم حرام؟ استفزتني سخافة السؤال، فهل وصل الجهل بالناس إلى أن يسألوا مثل تلك الأسئلة؟ وهل صار السؤال عن الحلال والحرام يقلق البشر إلى الدرجة التي يحاسبون فيها البهائم على ما تأكله؟ تحفزت لأسمع رأي الشيخ وفتواه، وتوقعت أن يقول له: يا أخي إن البهيمة تأكل أي شيء تجده، فلا تدقق بالأمر واتكل على الله واذبح خروفك. لكن الإجابة جاءت أغرب من السؤال ذاته فقد رد عليه الشيخ قائلا: يا أخي المسلم عليك أن تتأكد من أن الجريدة التي أكلها الخروف ليس بها ما يمس بالذات الإلهية أو يسيء إلى ديننا الحنيف وبعدها توكل على الله وكل خروفك. بصراحة أرعبني رد الشيخ فأمسكت بالهاتف لأتصل به وأعترض على فتواه الغريبة التي تزيد من تعقيد الناس وتكليفهم فوق طاقتهم، لكن الخط الذي ظل مشغولا حرمني متعة المشاركة وبقيت مستفزة حتى نهاية البرنامج وأنا أفكر بهذا السائل المسكين الذي سيلتزم بالفتوى، فتخيلته وهو يفتح بطن الخروف ويستخرج الجريدة المعجونة في معدته ثم يلملم أوصالها ويقرأها ليتأكد أن لا شيء في الجريدة يمس بالله وبالدين. وهنا انخرطت في الضحك وأنا أشفق على الرجل!! أليس شر البلية ما يضحك؟.. لقد ابتلانا الله بمشايخ يعسرون بالفتاوى ولا ييسرون، ومع الأسف أنهم يلقون آذانا صاغية من بعض الناس إما لشدة جهلهم بأمور الدين السمح الصحيح، أو بسبب براءتهم- خاصة الشباب- الذين يتبعون الدعاة المتشددين، فتصيبهم الوساوس إلى درجة أنهم لا يتصرفون بشأن من شؤون حياتهم إلا بعد الرجوع إلى فتاوى هؤلاء. إن بعض تلك الفتاوى أحدثت شروخا عميقة بين أفراد الأسرة الواحدة، تصوروا أن شابا سأل أحد الدعاة المتشددين عن الطريقة التي يتعامل بها مع والده الذي لا يصلي ولا يصوم ويشرب الخمرة، فقال له: أبوك -كافر- وإذا قتلته تدخل الجنة!!! ماذا نقول في هذا التحريض على العقوق بالوالدين؟ وأين هذه الفتوى البشعة من قول الله تعالى 'ولا تقل لهما أف ولا تنهرهما'؟ إننا لا نملك أمام هذا الوضع الغريب إلا أن نقول: اللهم احمنا من شر </span><span style="color:#000099;">بعض الفتاوى وأصحابها - قولوا آمين</span></span></em></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-18761911232542985972007-10-21T12:51:00.000+04:002007-10-22T09:19:30.408+04:00أنا صح<div align="right">يقول الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم (في ما معناه) أن كل ابن أدم خطاء وخير الخطاءون التوابون .. يعني ذلك أن الخطأ والحياد عن الصواب <span style="font-size:130%;">أمر وارد جداً .. وطبعاً على الإنسان دائماً تقويم نفسه وسؤالها عن كيفية التوبة عن تلك الأخطاء. ليس هذا موضوعي اليوم .. ما "يحرق أعصابي" هو إصرار بعض "الملتزمين"1 على الحكم على من أخطا و إقصائهم في زاوية "المذنبين" و تحريم التعامل معهم <em>(طبعاً أبالغ هنا .. بس لا زم إضافة ملح وفلفل)</em>ـ<br /><br />المشكلة أنهم ينسون أن الشيطان يجري في الإنسان مجرى الدم ، وأنه يمكن لأي إنسان مهما وصلت درجة التزامه الوقوع في زلة ، إذا علينا مساندة من نراه أخطأ بدل أن نقصيه، علينا أن نقربه ونوضح له خطأه أو أقل شيء ندعو له بالهداية. ـ<br /><br />أعتقد أن مشكلة الملتزمين في مجتمعنا أنهم يخلقون لأنفسهم مجتمع مغلق، يحببون فيه من يشاطرهم الرأي ويرفضون عنه من يخالفهم، مع أن الأصل هو محاولة تقريب البعيد وتحبيبه إلى الطريق الصواب.ـ<br /><br />عموما .. هذه أفكار راودتني بعد حادثة "فورت" دمي!!ـ<br /><br /><strong>______________________________________</strong><br /><br />ـ<strong>1ـ </strong>لا أميل إلى تصنيف الناس بين ملتزم وغير ملتزم ولكن يحتم علينا المجتمع أن نأخذ بهذا التصيف</span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">________________________________________________________________</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">This post is about people who have “Holier than thou” attitude. Those who think, since they are a little bit more religious (though I hate to use that term) they can judge others. I think if they put more effort into accepting the people who do mistakes and those who are not in the right path, it might be easier to guide and advice them instead of shunning them and putting them in a corner where they away from them.<br /><br />I wrote this post after an incident of a person judging another.</span></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-21210716825215178642007-10-12T01:34:00.000+04:002007-10-12T01:37:47.197+04:00Eid Mubarak<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rw6XBhnWo_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mf0Q3NmIJVc/s1600-h/Eid+Mubarak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rw6XBhnWo_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mf0Q3NmIJVc/s320/Eid+Mubarak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120195878825927666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >كل عام وأنتم والأمة الإسلامية بألف خير<br />Wish you a blessed Eid</span>.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(I created the image above from one of the shots I've taken .. I am very proud of myself I am starting to learn photoshop .. ofcourse I am still a beginner .. but at least I started :) )</span><br /></span></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-80787686272949077762007-09-30T23:22:00.000+04:002007-10-21T12:57:51.486+04:00Gulf Compensation Trends: Oman<blockquote></blockquote>a research presented by Gulf Talent, regarding the <a href="http://www.gulftalent.com/home/reports-11.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">compensation ternd in the gulf</span>,</a> here are is few quotes and highlights about Oman's position:<span></span><blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >The Oman labour market has had an extremely turbulent year. The Sultanate, which until recently appeared to be lagging behind pay rises in the rest of the Gulf, has this year registered the region’s largest average pay rise at 11.0%, almost twice the corresponding rate last year.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > The key factors behind this trend have been the 15% pay rise announced for the public sector and the easing of restrictions on expatriates switching jobs, which has forced employers to raise pay levels to keep their staff.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > Inflation has also surged this year, particularly in housing rents. Based on the survey results, rents in Oman increased by 29% over the last year, resulting in the government’s decision in September to impose a 15% cap on rent increases.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > In addition, the devastation caused by Cyclone Gonu in June has contributed to rent increases, as many buildings were severely damaged. It has also increased the demand for skilled professionals, as a stream of reconstruction projects have been announced, putting further upward pressure on salaries.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > Although this year’s above-average pay rise may help partially close the gap with other GCC countries and slow the brain drain experienced by the country over the last few years, Omani salaries still remain in absolute terms well below their counterparts elsewhere in the Gulf.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /></div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div></div></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></div></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-29207736496361503062007-09-20T01:03:00.000+04:002007-09-20T01:26:19.340+04:00Employees Yesterday Vs Employees Today!!Whenever I sit around a group of friends, those who work always have something to complain about their workplace, their organizations or their bosses. Basicly, no one is happy and everyone is looking forward to changing their organization and looking for another job. In addition, the amount of voluntary resignations in quite high every where.<br /><br />If I look back at my parents generations, it was never that way. You would find that most employees stayed in their organizations for decades. The numbers, 20 years, 25 years and even 30 years is common.<br /><br />What is the reason behind this? is it that availability of better paying jobs and more challenging ones? in the past most organizations used to be owned by government so the pay was quite equal within them, or at least not very different. Is it that our generation is not patient enough to stay in one organization and once we are faced with the first challenge we think of changing the workplace instead of working on it?<br /><br />Is this healthy? to some extent from the country's economy side I think it is. The competition to attract the best employees means better pays which means a higher living standered. But from the private sector's perspective, the operating cost gets higher because they will have to pay higher to have good employees.<br /><br />I guess its part of the country's development and we should look it positively.Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-72626694203765184472007-09-13T11:21:00.000+04:002007-09-13T11:27:33.180+04:00رمضان كريم<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emarate.ae/gallery/images/pic_2004-10-11_122350.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.emarate.ae/gallery/images/pic_2004-10-11_122350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >أعاننا الله على حسن صيامه وقيامه</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">و كل عام ورمضان بخير </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Have a Blessed Ramdhan</span><br /></span></span></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-9994196945088272832007-09-03T09:45:00.000+04:002007-09-03T09:51:54.644+04:00أحاسيس<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">يدحض </span><a href="http://www.kilmt.com/?p=393"><span style="font-size:130%;">رائد</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> المقولة أن بعض الصور تساوي آلاف الكلمات بأدلته، أتفق معه ولكن عندما تجتمع الصورة مع الكلمة تساوي آلاف النبضات المصاحبة للإحساس!!ـ</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">اترككم مع بعض الصور المرتبطة بكلمات وصلتني عن طريق بريدي الإليكتروني وأحببت مشاركتكم بها لأنها لمست جرحاً بداخلي</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105850952107809250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RtugY5R52eI/AAAAAAAAADI/9STrZ9aTdb0/s320/scary.bmp" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105851093841730034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RtughJR52fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KPHJn-Hzuck/s320/tiring.bmp" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105851175446108674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rtugl5R52gI/AAAAAAAAADY/9BlWAJBCq78/s320/hard.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-64262241758792915232007-08-30T13:12:00.000+04:002007-08-30T13:24:09.356+04:00المذاهب: أي منها في الجنة؟!!ـ<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">كلما قرأت كتاباً عن أي من المذاهب يذكر هذا الحديث عن الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم يقول:ـ"ستتفرق أمتي إلى ثلاث وسبعين فرقة كلها في النار إلا واحدة" ـ ، والمضحك المبكي أن كل المذاهب تعتقد أنها الفرقة الناجية!ـ<br />لا أعرف وضع الحديث وقوته ولكني سأسلم أنه حديث صحيح، فهل هذا يعني أن جماعة كبيرة من المسلمين تدخل النار لمجرد أنها تتبع المذهب الخطأ؟<br /><br />هل يعقل أن يعاقب أناس إجتهدوا ليؤسسوا هذه المذاهب وإن كانت إجتهادتهم خاطئة؟ ألم يقول رسول الله فيما معناه أن المجتهد إن أصاب فله أجران وإن أخطأ فله أجر؟ ألا يعني هذا أن جميع المذاهب بإختلافاتها إن كانت تعكس أساسيات الإسلام فهي فرقة ناجية؟<br /><br />أسئلة كثير ة ما زالت تدور في ذهني وأنا أقرأ كتاب "من حقي أن أكون شيعية" لإمراءة سودانية تشيعت .. لا أمانع أ، يغير الإنسان فكره وأن يتبع مذهباً أخر إيماناً به ولكن ما أمانع أن يعتبر هذا التغيير هداية وأن ما يتبعه الأخرون ضلالة!ـ ..<br /><br />لم أنتهي من قراءة الكتاب بعد .. ولكن هذه الأفكار إستفزتني لأكتب عنها .. وقد تكون لي عودة مع الكتاب مرة أخرى</span><br /></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-23909747948196705042007-08-22T17:27:00.000+04:002007-08-22T18:48:33.022+04:00Sigh!!!I was faced with a challenge today, someone needs to sign a document to be processed. That person was not around, and its an urgent matter ..I sent a message to two of my managers I will call them (A) and (B) .. since they are the only decision makers around.<br /><br />The replies I got were<br /><br />(1) A call from Manager (A) asking who is this (didn’t have my phone number) and asking what needs to be done. I gave him some solutions and he said he will try to do something<br /><br />(2) a reply message from manager (B) saying: why didn’t you finish the work earlier, good luck!!<br /><br />Tell me, which manager you would like to report to?Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-53964553817664302482007-08-21T16:57:00.001+04:002007-08-21T17:00:06.460+04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rsrhh5R52dI/AAAAAAAAADA/BeZyS18V6e0/s1600-h/Photo-0042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rsrhh5R52dI/AAAAAAAAADA/BeZyS18V6e0/s320/Photo-0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101137500378356178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Two days on sick leave, and look at the number of calls I get??!!! .. no wounder I hate picking the phone when I am at home!!<br /></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-86186725537538568302007-08-19T13:23:00.000+04:002007-08-19T14:17:09.125+04:0010 Things I loveMy dearest <a href="http://samaoman.blogspot.com/">Sama Oman</a> tagged me and I promised once I am back I will answer the tag .. so here it is:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgODJR52TI/AAAAAAAAABw/hrbOvBL-zP8/s1600-h/Oman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 58px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgODJR52TI/AAAAAAAAABw/hrbOvBL-zP8/s200/Oman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342025190496562" border="0" /></a><br />1- Without a surprise to many of you, of course it my <span style="font-weight: bold;">OMAN </span>.. I love Oman to bits!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgO4JR52UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SlL91aNICI4/s1600-h/wriitng.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 50px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgO4JR52UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SlL91aNICI4/s200/wriitng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342935723563330" border="0" /></a>2- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing</span> .. even though its torture sometimes, but its something I loved doing the past ..emm ..20 years?!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgQB5R52VI/AAAAAAAAACA/SWEHcHIqNQE/s1600-h/internet_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 52px; height: 63px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgQB5R52VI/AAAAAAAAACA/SWEHcHIqNQE/s200/internet_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100344202738915666" border="0" /></a>3- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Internet</span> .. I cant deny that I am an Internet addict .. I wooed into this world in the late 90s and I just cant get enough of it .. of course it has its ups and downs and some privacy challenges .. but I am not that big on privacy anyway :p .. I think the World Wide Web has given me so many chances to just fill the curiosity in me ..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgRFZR52WI/AAAAAAAAACI/HSop9cqwziE/s1600-h/Books.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 63px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgRFZR52WI/AAAAAAAAACI/HSop9cqwziE/s200/Books.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100345362380085602" border="0" /></a><br />4- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Reading </span>.. Like the internet, a book takes you away especially if its a magical one .. I find peace in a bookshop or the book exhibition more than a clothes shop (I know many women find that strange)!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgRzJR52XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V9hYPWtp8lU/s1600-h/cooking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 53px; height: 66px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgRzJR52XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V9hYPWtp8lU/s200/cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100346148359100786" border="0" /></a><br />5- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cooking ..</span> this came to a surprise to me actually .. I started learning how to "really" cook when I went abroad for university .. and it turned out fun!! I like making my own versions of recipes .. I dont like sticking to whats written .. I am creative that way :p<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgSn5R52YI/AAAAAAAAACY/qocnK6pOloI/s1600-h/debate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 70px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgSn5R52YI/AAAAAAAAACY/qocnK6pOloI/s200/debate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347054597200258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />6- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Debating</span> .. but it has to be a good meaningful one .. I love spending time around those who have knowledge and are good in bringing out their ideas ..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgTzJR52ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/Rk4Rn7WSAU4/s1600-h/TV.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 49px; height: 53px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgTzJR52ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/Rk4Rn7WSAU4/s200/TV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100348347382356370" border="0" /></a><br />7- <span style="font-weight: bold;">TV</span> .. I hate that I love this actually, but I cant deny that I enjoy watching TV .. especially if there are good TV series !!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgVj5R52aI/AAAAAAAAACo/dS6ASYNeQlc/s1600-h/sociology.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 52px; height: 67px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgVj5R52aI/AAAAAAAAACo/dS6ASYNeQlc/s200/sociology.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100350284412606882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(This is turning harder than I thought, I need to find 3 more things I love!!!!)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>8- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sociology </span>.. I just love the study of socity and how human beings</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span> interact with</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span> each other<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgWQZR52bI/AAAAAAAAACw/HcRN7OGs00o/s1600-h/laptop_complete.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 63px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgWQZR52bI/AAAAAAAAACw/HcRN7OGs00o/s200/laptop_complete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100351048916785586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>9- My <span style="font-weight: bold;">laptop</span> .. its becoming my best friend!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgXp5R52cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SW0jAUVexpQ/s1600-h/traveling.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 64px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/RsgXp5R52cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SW0jAUVexpQ/s200/traveling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100352586515077570" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: left;">10- (Finally!) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Travelling</span> .. its so much fun knowing about a place first hand instead of Hearing about it!<br /><br /><br /><br />I tag: Catsim .. Layal .. anyone isnt tagged already?!!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-38095729120827475342007-08-19T13:18:00.000+04:002007-08-19T13:22:59.931+04:00Back .. or not?Ok I decided to come back .. because I miss my fans (it just feels good saying it :p) and because in order to get out of this lazy blocked mind of mine, I need to write anything .. anything .. so bare with me until I get into shape again :)Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8910122.post-23481970983562127362007-07-30T20:29:00.000+04:002007-07-30T21:05:54.636+04:00Out of Service<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rq4aLERuXKI/AAAAAAAAABc/4CmXdRs0iLo/s1600-h/out+of+service.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODX5BtRBmp4/Rq4aLERuXKI/AAAAAAAAABc/4CmXdRs0iLo/s320/out+of+service.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093037006031576226" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Until furthur notice</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Arabian Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12396481500113554697noreply@blogger.com