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I’ve been away for some time now. A mix of not having time, a -temporary- change in priorities as well as my incoherent string of thoughts have all come between me and this space. A very surprising and breath-taking act from a dear person drove me back here. I didn’t really have a choice, I had to at least try and come back.

I had to try and come back for the sake of expression, for the sake of writing, for the sake of being me again, for the sake of memories, for the sake of being content, and for the sake of my beliefs and convictions. This space has presented me with many opportunities that I can’t just walk away this easily.

I received the reminder of this space last week, but I still didn’t get to blogging until I ‘read’ something else -how convenient!-, thanks to a post by Ruba.

After that I jumped from one thing to another. From this:” I have a strong sense of things going out of existence at every second, fading away at the very moment of their coming into bloom: in the midst of life we are in death.”

To this: I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

To that: Desire to share an experience which one feels is valuable and ought not to be missed.

All these texts on why people write got to me, because I write for reasons they mentioned, I write of reasons I don’t even know yet. I really want a typewriter, an old black one, If I get one i’ll be sure to write more than ever, but I don’t want to keep giving empty excuses.

Anyway, what I got via Aramex (He knows I love getting things via Aramex) was this:


A hardcover book, with all my blog posts till the beginning of this year.
All edited to fit the page.
Each link url printed in color.
Each month starting with a Jibran quote.
An index at the end.
I-was-blown-away.
I was really blown away, I’ve always wanted to write a book and it somehow happened. If I were to come back here for a single reason, this would be it. Thank you M. 🙂

I love recieving things in the mail or via aramex.

I like the New Think Theater invitation, much nicer than last time.

TEDxDeadSea Speaker Mona Awad at Princess Sumaya University for Technology with YOU!Club.

The following three are some of the things I wake up to on the wall opposite of me, will share more next month.. The third one was a gift.. thank you..

All kinds of police men get on our bus and hitch a free ride to Irbid, the drivers never ask them to get a ticket, I dislike how they use their status.

While at Mike’s –> A cauliflower arrangement

While attending TEDxDeadSea, one of the featured TEDtalks was one of Sir Ken Robinson. I left the Dead Sea and Googled him the second I got home. A few days after that I decided that nothing would be greater than ordering my first online book to be about such an interesting subject: Education.

Sir Ken Robinson starts off his book, The Element, by giving a definition. The element: describes the place where the things we love and the things we’re good at come together. Now that sounds very simple and realistic, but if we think about it for a second we’d find that very few people have it. Sir Ken goes on to talk about the need for every individual to find his element, he says it’s not only needed for personal fulfillment, but that the future of our communities depends on it, on developing a new capacity to meet a new era of human existence.

Then you’re given multiple examples, of people who were more or less thought to be failures during school or university but then found their element and excelled. People who were not defined to be intelligent, but have shown later that they were.

You might then be shocked to learn that like peer groups, cultures and expectations; education (according to this book) is one of the factors that limit our view of our own capacities, of what we’re good at or have the ability to develop.

He then introduces the three features of general education in both the United States and United Kingdom (you can add Jordan to that too). The first feature is the importance given to certain academic abilities, particularly words and numbers. The second feature is the hierarchy of subjects. At the top: Mathematics, science and languages. Followed by the humanities and ending with the arts. The arts alone have another hierarchy: music and visual arts on the top with theater and dance at the bottom. The third feature of education is the growing reliance on particular types of assessments.

When talking about these rigid assessments we’re talking about our wrong definitions of intelligence, the definitions that formulated during the 17th and 18th centuries (Enlightenment period), in which philosophers and scholars connected intelligence with logic and critical reasoning and stressed the importance of evidence in support of scientific ideas, ones that are observed through the five main human senses.

These 2 pillars rose to the surface again when during the time of the industrial revolution easy means of assessment were needed and knowledge became quantified and measured in terms of mathematical and verbal reasoning.

Examples on that are standardized tests such as the IQ or SAT tests we know today. Sir Ken doesn’t at any point demean the importance of science/math/languages, but he clearly defines intelligence to include them, but not only them. He says standardized testing does measure some type of intelligence but not all.

Never underestimate the vital importance of finding early in life the work that for you is play. This turns possible underachievers into happy warriors. ~ Dr. Paul Samuelson.

I will be blogging more about this book and its ideas soon, so stick around.

A ‘little’ bit late with April’s Image Diary. Reasons why I am not all that worried on it being late are:
1- I rarely stick to the things I say I’m going to do.
2- I don’t think that you’re sitting there saying ‘lord oh lord, she’s late with her Image Diary post.’
3- I have exams and finals and well.. it’s not that they’re more important, but I’m just lazy.

So here you go

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ويل لأمة تكثر فيها المذاهب و الطوائف وتخلو من الدين وويل لأمة تلبس مما لا تنسج، وتأكل مما لا تزرع، وتشرب مما لا تعصر، وويل لأمة تحسب المستبد بطلا ، وترى الفاتح المذل رحيما وويل لأمة تكره الشهوة فى احلامها وتدنو لها فى يقظتها، ويل لأمة لا ترفع صوتها الا اذا مشت بجنازة، ولا تفخر الا بالخراب، ولا تثور الا وعنقها بين السيف و النطع، ويل لأمة سائسها ثعلب، وفيلسوفها مشعوذ، وفنها فن الترقيع والتقليد ويل لأمة تستقبل حاكمها بالتطبيل وتودعه بالصفير لتستقبل اخر بالتطبيل.

ويل لأمة حكماؤها خرس من وقر السنين، ورجالها الاشداء فى اقمطة السرير، ويل لأمة مقسمة الى اجزاء وكل جزء يحسب نفسه امة

حديقة النبي :جبران خليل جبران

Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion. Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine that flows not from its own winepress. Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful. Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening. Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except when its neck is laid between the sword and the block. Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggle, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another with trumpetings again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.

Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.

The Garden Of The Prophet: Jubran Khalil Jubran

“It is better to let Jubran handle this issue than to comment on it myself.”

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