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حملة لا للمقاطعة, نعم للتواصل بأخلاقه

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 02:32:00 +0000

Taken from: http://www.youtube.com/user/eyad85

Michael Jackson's Funeral

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 17:08:00 +0000

Walking down the streets of Swefieh you can see that Jackson family is allowing Jordanians to come pay their respects :-)

Google "Jordan"

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 20:40:00 +0000

Have you ever googled "Jordan"?

I've done that today. And maybe many of us did. What is embarrassing, but maybe not surprizing, is that a country with about six million inhabitants and long history is under represented in a Google search infront of the basketball player "Michael Jordan".

Michael Jordan does, indeed, have a big popularity around the world. However, when we're talking about Jordan, the country, I expect seeing many results about the touristic sights in the country like Petra or Wadi Rum. I also expect that many people have a caption of their own photos mentioning something about Jordan or Amman the capital. I'd also expect something about the political role that Jordan is playing in the Middle East with all its conflicts. But embarrassingly, the one person, Michael Jordan, seems to have more accomplishments to talk about in the internet and to receive more hits.

The search results in Google Images is not nesseserily an indication of how important someone or something is. Neither it reflects the size of achievments and work that is done. However, it is definitly a measure of how much it/he has grabed people's attention to read about, and so its/his web pages will be ranked high is search engines.

I'm saying this because I feel that our contribution in the internet world, as Arab in general, is very limited and this might be considered a symptom.

Rainbow Street

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 19:31:00 +0000

I've really liked the way that the municipility of Amman had repaired and designed the Rainbow street. I think it has become a city attraction that's full of tourists as well as a destination for the city's inhabitants.

I liked to share with you some of the photos that I took yesterday.

قهوة على العلاّقة

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Mon, 25 May 2009 14:58:00 +0000

في مدينة البندقية وفي ناحية من نواحيها النائية،كنا نحتسي قهوتنا في أحد المقاهي فيها. فجلس إلى جانبنا شخص وصاح على النادل "إثنان قهوة من فضلك واحد منهماعلى العلاقة"، فأحضر النادل له فنجان قهوة وشربه صاحبنا، لكنه دفع ثمن فنجانين، وعندما خرج الرجل قام النادل بتثبيت ورقة على الحائط مكتوب فيها: فنجان قهوة واحد. وبعده دخل شخصان وطلبا ثلاث فناجين قهوة واحد منهم على العلاقة، فأحضر النادل لهما فنجانين فشرباهما، ودفعا ثمن ثلاث فناجين وخرجا، فما كان من النادل الا أن قام بتثبيت ورقة على الحائط مكتوب فيها فنجان قهوة واحد.

وعلى ما يبدو أن الأمر قد دام طوال النهار.

وفي أحد المرات دخلنا لاحتساء فنجان قهوة،فدخل شخص يبدو عليه الفقر ،فقال للنادل: فنجان قهوة من العلاقة!
أحضر له النادل فنجان قهوة، فشربه وخرج من غير أن يدفع ثمنه!
ذهب النادل الى الحائط وأنزل منه واحدة من الأوراق المعلقة، ورماها في سلة المهملات.
طبعاً هذه الحادثة أمام أعيننا جعلتها تبتل بالدموع لهذا التصرف المؤثر من سكان هذه المدينة والتي تعكس واحدة من أرقى أنواع التعاون الإنساني.

ولكن يجب علينا أن لانحصر هذا المثال الجميل بفنجان قهوة وحسب، ولو أنه يعكس لنا أهمية القهوة عند الناس هؤلاء هناك.
فما أجمل أن نجد من يفكر بأنه هناك أناس يحبون شرب القهوة ولا يملكون ثمنها. ونرى النادل يقوم بدور الوسيط بينهما بسعادة بالغة وبوجه طلق باسم.

ونرى المحتاج يدخل المقهى وبدون أن يسأل هل لي بفنجان قهوة بالمجان،فينظر الى الحائط ويطلب فنجانه ومن دون ان يعرف من تبرع به،فيحتسيه بكل سرور،حتى ان هذا الحائط في المقهى يمثل زاوية لها مكان خاص في قلوب سكان المدينة هذه.

Questions

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Mon, 18 May 2009 19:29:00 +0000

Moral: Skills, knowledge, abilities and experiences are only useful if you are at the right place!

Where are you now?

ورد ،، الطفل الأردني المفقود منذ ما يقارب الـ 10 أيام

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Thu, 07 May 2009 17:38:00 +0000

A Jordanian Child Missing

His Name is Ward & He is 5 years old

He live in jdaita - Irbid

he has been missing since 10 days

Help to find ( ward )

ذكرت المصادر الامنية ان ظروف اختفاء الطفل ورد عبدالمجيد الربابعة 5 سنوات في بلدة جديتا منذ الاحد الماضي ما تزال غامضة ، ولم تدلل التحقيقات التي اجريت الى وجود عداوات لاسرته .وقد اوعز وزير الداخلية نايف القاضي للاجهزة الامنية

بتكثيف البحث عن الطفل الذي اختفى عن الانظار قبل يومين '' الاحد '' في بلدة جديتا بلواء الكورة في وقت لم تفلح فيه محاولات البحث التي باشرتها الاجهزة الامنية والدفاع المدني واهالي البلدة في العثور عليه.
وتستند الاجهزة الامنية الى رواية والدي الطفل التي تشير الى انه خرج لشراء طعام الافطار من مطعم قريب لا يبعد عن المنزل سوى بضعة امتار قرابة العاشرة من صباح الاحد الا انه لم يعد للمنزل .واكد الفايز ان عملية البحث عن الطفل ستستمر لمعرفة مصيره معربا عن امله بعدم اصابته باي مكروه.

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Waves on the ocean :: From "Tuesdays with Morrie"

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 19:41:00 +0000

Okay. The story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air-until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore. "My God, this is terrible," the wave says. "Look what's going to happen to me!"

Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, "Why do you look so sad?"

The first wave says, "You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?"

The second wave says, "No, you don't understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean."

شيكاجو

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 20:34:00 +0000

أظن أنكم لازلتم تذكرون رواية علاء الأسواني <<عمارة يعقوبيان>> التي تحولت إلى فيلم سينمائي. هذه هي روايته الثانية <<شيكاجو>> و التي لا تقل هيبة أو رونقاً عن سابقتها.

قد يبدو الاسم -في البداية- تقليعة جديدة مما يسمى بالتقليعات الغربية، أو أنها تنقل لنا نمط حياة اعتاده رجل درس في أمريكا. إلا أن رواية شيكاجو هي أكثر بكثير من ذلك. فهي لا تصور حياة المغتربين العرب و ما يصادفونه من مصاعب فحسب، و لا تقتصر أيضاً على إزاحة الستار برفق عن الأسباب التي تدفعهم لترك بلدانهم، بل هي تضع المجهر بالقرب من الأسباب وراء التخلف في العالم العربي آخذةً مصر على سبيل المثال.

إذا كانت كلمة <<تخلف>> تثير امتعاظ البعض، فأرجو العفو. إلا أن كلمة تخلف تعني ببساطة في اللغة العربية <<عدم اللحاق>>، أي عندما يكون الجميع يسيرون في المقدمة و يكون أحدهم غير قادر على اللحاق بهم نسمي ذلك <<تخلفا>>. و لا ريب أننا اليوم في العالم العربي متخلفون تماما عن الركب العالمي، وإن تظاهر البعض و حاولنا خداع أنفسنا بأننا نتقدم بشكل جيد.

الكتاب يغوص في شخصيات عدة مصريين و أمريكيين يعيشون في <<شيكاجو>> التي -كما يوضح الكتاب في مقدمته - أخذت اسمها من كلمة في لغة سكان أميركا الأصليين. مصرييون، منهم من جاء للدراسة، و منهم للعمل. منهم من اتخذ من شيكاجو موطنه الجديد و الأخير، و منهم من ينوي العودة للديار. و لكن القاسم المشترك الواضح بينهم جميعا هم أن أحدا منهم لم يتمكن من تحقيق هدفه في مصر، لا لعيب فيه بالأغلب، و إنما لظروف ما حوله.

فكرة الهجرة إلى الغرب، و بالذات كندا، لطالما راودتني في السابق. بيد أن لعنة كوني عربي ستلاحقني أينما ذهبت خصوصا بعد أحداث 11أيلول، أو على الأقل كما وصلت الفكرة لدي، جعلت الفكرة تبهت شيئاً فشيئاً ... لكنها لم تختف بعد. و لكن الأخبار التي نسمعها بين الحين و الآخر، و إن كنت لا أعول دائما على صحتها، فهي تجعل من موضوع الهجرة إلى الغرب، و حتى المعيشة هناك لفترة طويلة، تجعله أمرا يثير الجدل و يطرح حوله الحوارات. فقصص كثيرة سمعناها عن رجال حصلوا على جنسيات أجنبية فاستطاعوا أن ينالوا وظائف أفضل في دول الخليج لمجرد أنهم يحملون جنسية أجنبية. و الأمر لا يقتصر على دول الخليج فحسب، فالظاهرة منتشرة في كل مكان.

من جانب آخر، ألا يتصرف أولائك الذين يعودون من الغرب على نحو ملفت للانتباه أحيانا؟ في بعض المرات يتعمدون التطرق إلى تفوقهم كونهم جاؤوا من الغرب، إما مباشرة أو بطريقة غير مباشرة، كأن يكثر من الكلام بالإنجليزية أو ما شابه. و مرات أخرى يخاطب أحدهم الناس بضمير <<أنتم>>. كأن يقول: أنتم هنا تكثرون من ... الكذا و كذا

ربما أكون الآن قد قطعت مسافة بعيدة عن الموضوع الأساسي للرواية، و لكن هذا هو جزء من نظرة العربي إلى نفسه و التي يعرج عليها الكاتب من خلال إحدى شخصيات الرواية.

في النهاية أنصحكم بقراءتها.

Changeling

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 19:37:00 +0000

Did you watch 'Changeling'? If you didn't yet, arrange to watch it soon.

I wasn't familiar with the meaning of the film at the begining. Not until I looked it up in the dictionary. Not only the film's name was self-explanatory, but it also has, in a way or another, a poetic meaning. This is one of the meanings I found in internet:

(in folklore) an ugly, stupid, or strange child left by fairies in place of a pretty, charming child.

In a tragedy way, a 1920's single mother who works as a telephone operator in Calefornia, struggles in looking for her kidnapped son. To avoid losing face, the police gave her a boy claiming that he is her son. Although she assured and insisted that he was not her son, they convinced her to keep him for a while. She decided to give it a try after the pressure the police put on her. Not until she lost her patience, especially that it turned out that her son was not the first one to be kidnaped and never came back.

The case grabbed the community's attention, everyone in Calefornia was annoyed and disappointed of the police. She didn't stop searching. She didn't lose hope. She insisted, and continued, until her individual case solved an entire society problem.

There are so many lessons we can learn from this film, this is why I recommend it.

Friendship

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 20:22:00 +0000

"It is not what you give your friend, but what you are willing to give him that determines the quality of friendship." - Mary Dixon Thayer

"You can make more friends in two months by becoming really interested in other people, than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you." - Bernard Meltzer

"My friend is he who will tell me my faults in private." - Solomon Ibn Gabirol

"A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother." - Homer

"We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over." - Samuel Johnson

"A faithful friend is the medicine of life." - Apocrypha

"A true friend is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your success!" - Doug Larson

"A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"A real friend is a person who,when you've made a fool of yourself,lets you forget it."

"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."

"Anyone can give advice,but a real friend will lend a helping hand."

"Deal with other's faults as gently as if they were your own."

"The way to have friends is to be willing to lose some arguments."

"A good friend is one who neither looks down on you nor keeps up with you."

SMILE

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 16:00:00 +0000

A Smile costs nothing, but gives much

It enriches those who receive, without making poorer those who give

It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever

None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it,and none is so poor, but that he can be made rich by it

A Smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business, and is the countersign of friendship

It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and it is nature's best antidote for trouble.

Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone, until it is given away

Some people are too tired to give you a smile;Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.

"Being" or "Feeling" Lonely

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 19:45:00 +0000

Here's another poem written by her:

I'm waiting for someone to wipe my tears
Everyone has a friend, at least one through the years
Why am I so lonely I don't have a friend
One friend to listen to me till the end
Even my sister doesn't have time to hear
I feel that I'm from the death so near
I must listen to all, none must listen to me
I'm sweet that's why I fall, I can never feel glee
My heart is full of sadness, no one feels it except me
Why I never felt happiness, nor been glee?!
Whenever I say something, I'm wrong
Only if they need me I'm right
When I ask for something, I'm young
I have nothing to do except write ...

In my opinion, it's so difficult to explain feelings, it's not something that we can describe like material things, this is why we only need a sheet or a book to explain the specifications of a certain machine or the behaviour of an animal, but we write many books of poetry, we play many kinds of music, we dance, sing, paint,,, we do all of these things to express emotions and feelings, yet, I don't believe we succeed in delivering the idea we want.

Luckily, people share many kinds of feelings, yet, not exactly the same, but at least it makes it a bit easier to understand. On the other hand, when we talk, for example, about feeling lonely, it's almost impossible to understand it unless you have experienced this feeling, however, feeling lonely is different than being lonely, though, being lonely will most probably lead to feeling lonely.

I've been for so long complaining of feeling lonely, I complained of not having brothers, at the moment I read this poem, the fact that she has a sister, but still feels lonely, it has really surprised me, this is what actually made me seperate between "being lonely" and "feeling lonely", I wish that none of you feels lonely, if so, then you just need to get used to it.

Children

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 21:32:00 +0000

If I have a wish, it would be to become a child again, and ... forever

Mike Zarifa

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 00:39:00 +0000

Jerusalem in Exile is a project that explores and searches for the visual images of Jerusalem in the minds of Palestinians globally, the following is a participation by a palestinean who lives in Germany, but he was born and raised in , Nice, France, please go there and participate.
I am writing these lines in memory of my beloved grandmother, Vera Jousiah, who died 3 years ago after some complications in the brain. Her last words were, “take me to Jerusalem, I want to smell the Jasmin and the Reyhan of Falastine.”
After a while I decided to go to Palestine/Israel to pay a visit to Jerusalem, exactly to the Qatamon area where my Grandmother was born and raised. Although I never saw Palestine before I was so emotional. The stories that my grandma used to tell me every night have played a very important role in my childhood. After a long and exhausting search of the house I was terribly shocked when I discovered that the house where my grandma was born and lived was taken by Jews. I stood still just across "Grandma's house" and started taking some photos. Then suddenly appeared a 60 something old lady and asked me what these photos were for. I thought for a couple of seconds and then told her "I am just taking some pictures of the houses in the area because I live in France and that I love the architecture of the buildings here!” As soon as she heard the word France she took me for a French Jew, and to my dismay invited me in for tea. I hesitated and then agreed after she insisted. I stayed in the garden and she rushed to the kitchen to make some tea. Meanwhile an idea crossed my mind. I took some soil from the ground and dubbed it in my knapsack. The woman came back with tea and some biscuits and then started talking to me in perfect French. Apparently she was a French Jew herself who immigrated to Israel after her daughter died with her family in a car accident and decided to come and stay with her son in Jerusalem. I felt sorry for her. As she went about telling me some stories back then in France, suddenly I remembered my grandma and couldn't stop thinking about her. I felt as if she was there. I could feel her spirit moving and dancing around the house–I thought I was going crazy. I then excused myself and apologized for any inconvenience and I left. On my way to the hotel, I went to the Old City where I got some Reyhan and some Jasmin extract to take them with me to France....
When I went back to France, I went to the cemetery to visit my grandma and showed her what I have brought along with me—some Jerusalem soil from the house where she spent most of her beautiful years as she used to say, and tucked the soil on beside her so that she "could feel it", and scattered some Jasmin and Reyhan leaves on her tomb....

11 Good Rules

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:25:00 +0000

Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.

Rule 1: Life is not fair -- get used to it!

Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time?

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

HOPE, TRUST, CONFIDENCE

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:21:00 +0000

CONFIDENCE:
1 Day all villagers decided to pray for rain.
On the day of prayer all people gathered & only one boy come with umbrella. THATS CONFIDENCE.

TRUST:
Trust should be like feeling of a 1 year old baby, when you throw him in tha air, he laughs....

because he know you will catch him...

HOPE:
Every night we go to bed, have no assurance to get up alive in the next morning

but still we have many plans for coming day...

KEEP CONFIDENCE, TRUST IN GOD AND NEVER LOSE HOPE...

Chain of Love

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 06:00:00 +0000

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on hi s face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louisand was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryanjust! smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked h ow much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryannever thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryanadded, 'And think of me.'
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outsi de were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred do! llar bil l. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you rea! lly want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.'
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'

The Three Old Men

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 11:51:00 +0000

Once, when a woman was going outside her house, she was surprised of three old men in her house backyard. She didn't recongnize them, so she said:

"I don't think I know you, but it seems that you're hungry, please get in."

"But we cannot get in all together.", they answered.

When she asked the "Why?", one of them answered: "This is Wealth" looking at one of his friends, ",this is Success", looking at the other friend, "And I am Love. Now, please go home and discuss with your husband which one of us you want enter your house."

The woman got in and told her husband asking him so suggest, he felt happy and asked his wife to let Wealth enter immediately. But the woman disagreed and suggested to let Success enter, since Success is more important.

Their daughter in law heard the discussion and came to suggest to let Love enter, "so let Love fill our house.", she said.

Then, they agreed to let Love enter the house. The woman went to the three old men and asked them: "Who fo you is Love, please enter the house.".

Love get up and walked, then, to the surprise of the woman, the other two men followed him. "I only asked Love to enter, why you are following him?", the woman asked the Wealth and Success.

The two men answered: "If you requested Wealth or Sucess to enter, then only one will enter, but since you requested Love, we go wherever he goes."

The Ant and the Dove

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 16:58:00 +0000

The following is a story that they used to teach us when I was a child, at that time it was very interesting, but now I can better recognize the good value within.

One hot day, an ant was searching for some water. After walking around for some time, she came to a spring.

To reach the spring, she had to climb up a blade of grass. While making her way up, she slipped and fell into the water.

She could have drowned if a dove up a nearby tree had not seen her. Seeing that the ant was in trouble, the dove quickly plucked off a leaf and dropped it into the water near the struggling ant. The ant moved towards the leaf and climbed up there. Soon it carried her safely to dry ground.
Just at that time, a hunter nearby was throwing out his net towards the dove, hoping to trap it.

Guessing what he was about to do, the ant quickly bit him on the heel. Feeling the pain, the hunter dropped his net. The dove was quick to fly away to safety.

Lost In France

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 21:44:00 +0000

Once I was on my holiday in France. I went for a walk. It seems that I lost my way in the forest. I was tired and hungry. After I had walked for about four or five hours, I came to a road-mender. He was working hard.

"How long would it take me to get to the nearest village?" I asked him.

He looked up at me in surprise and did not say a word. I repeated my question. He looked up with the same look of surprise on his face, but did not say a word again. I thought that the man was deaf or dumb.

I left him and continued my journey. I had hardly walked 100 meters, when I heard the road-mender shout after me. I went back to him.

- "It would take you half an hour.", he said. I was a little bit upset.
- "Why didn't you tell me this before?" I asked.
- "How could I? I didn't know your speed. Now, when I saw you walking, I can tell; it would take you half an hour." he said.

I left the man, admiring his sense of precision.

- Norhan Al-Kayyali

The Key

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Wed, 16 May 2007 11:13:00 +0000

This is the Key, it might look old and unusable, it might look strange, but this is a real key. Though, this key cannot be used to open its owner's house door, not because it became so old and the house door now has a new modern system, nor because the house' owners decided to spend their summer holiday or the rest of their life in an allure island or an attractive beach, but because the house' owners had been forced to leave their house, had been fired from their dreams. "The Key" is not a myth story or a tale, nor a memorial piece from history, the Key is not an imaginary fiction or drama film. The Key is the reality, it is the pain and the daily suffer, it is sunset and the leaves fall, it is the loneliness and unfairness, it is the catastrophes of Palestine. It is the HOPE.

On 15th of every May since 1948, Palestinians do not need to remember their suffer, because every day they face a new kind of suffer, a new kind of killing, destroying houses, damaging trees, reaping women, killing children.

In 1948, the Israeli army invaded Palestine, and since then, Palestine is known to the world as Israel, most of Palestinian had been forced to leave their homeland, some of them refused to leave, they faced the immediate death, some of them have survived, those who did, have been living either outside their homeland in camps, or within it in a worse situation, when they left, they couldn't take any luggage with them, it was unplanned vacation, the Israeli war was sudden, the Palestinians left with empty hands, but they didn't forget to firmly close the doors of their houses, and take the Keys with them, 59 years ago, the took their houses keys, because of the hope, the hope of return.

I myself, cannot even assure that their houses even still exists, something else had been built in their place, but I absolutely sure that the house exists in their minds, and they have the Key to open them again. "The Key" is the Hope.

United Nation's Survey

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Sun, 13 May 2007 11:51:00 +0000

The United Nations has made a survey among the world, the question was:

"Excuse me please, what is your opinion about the lack of food in the rest of the world?"

However, this survey has extremely failed because of the following reasons:

- In Western Europe, people didn't know the meaning of "lack".
- In Africa, people didn't know the meaning of "food".
- In Middle East, people didn't know the meaning of "opinion".
- In Latin America, people didn't know the meaning of "Excuse me please".
- In the United States, people didn't know the meaning of "the rest of the world".

Slow Down Culture

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Mon, 07 May 2007 07:11:00 +0000

It's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It's a rule.

Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to posses a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold xquantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, thisalways yields better results.

Said in another words:
1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo, a state in Brazil.
2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.
3. Stockholm, has 500,000 people.
4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its renownedcompanies. Volvo supplies the NASA.

The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at thehotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arriveearly at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000employees drive their car to work). The first day, I didn't say anything,either the second or third. One morning I asked, "Do you have a fixed parking space? I've noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot." To which he replied, "Since we're here early we'll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door. Don't you think? Imagine my face.

Nowadays, there's a movement in Europe name Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. SlowFood is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week.

Basically, the movement questions the sense of "hurry" and "craziness"generated by globalization, fueled by the desire of "having in quantity"(life status) versus "having with quality", "life quality" or the "qualityof being". French people, even though they work 35 hours per week, are moreproductive than Americans or British. Germans have established 28.8 hourworkweeks and have seen their productivity been driven up by 20%. This slow attitude has brought forth the US's attention, pupils of the fast and the"do it now!".

This no-rush attitude doesn't represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, productivity, perfection, with attention to detail and less stress. It means reestablishing family values, friends, free and leisure time. Taking the"now", present and concrete, versus the "global", undefined and anonymous. It means taking humans' essential values, the simplicity of living.

It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and moreproductive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do. It's timeto stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality withno-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products andservices, without losing the essence of spirit.

In the movie, Scent of a Woman, there's a scene where Al Pacino asks a girlto dance and she replies, "I can't, my boyfriend will be here any minutenow". To which Al responds, "A life is lived in an instant". Then they dance to a tango.

Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when wedie of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. As John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans".

Congratulations for reading till the end of this message. There are many whowill have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this globalizeworld.

Never take someone for granted

mohammadabuali@gmail.com (Kharabish) — Thu, 26 Apr 2007 06:51:00 +0000

Never take someone for granted

Hold every person close to your heart

because you might wake up one day

and realize that you've lost a diamond

while you were to busy collecting stones.