Maioush

You are the first person I seek each morning.

The last person I wish for each night.

My strongest supporter in my daily endeavors.

My most honest critic of my humble failures.

The one who sees the true good within me,

My voice of sanity when I dwell on the bad.

You are the person who brings reason to my day,

and the person who brings magic to my nights.

You are my best friend and partner in all that I do.

My soulmate

 It’s getting on for 9 am but I’m not fully awake yet. All this getting-up at the crack of dawn to take my little bro to school is doing my head in. He was an hour late getting there today and even then I felt like I was going out in the middle of the night.

Of course, it didn’t help that I was up most of the night trying to sort out this blog. I just couldn’t stand looking at that template any longer, so I went on a hunt for a new one. I found a few that I liked, but they always had something that either didn’t work properly or wasn’t quite right. I finally found one I did like, but it had those ugly frames and there is no way I want those. I don’t stay long on sites with frames.

Anyway, I like to see one large expanse of type, it works better for speed-readers and as far as I’m concerned it looks better. Apart from anything else, I need as much writing space as I can get, not a silly little window that you have to scroll down every ten seconds.
There was one template I found which was really good, it had some quotation on it about “The Crazy Ones” which apparently is used in an Apple Mac advert and it did seem to describe me very well. Only trouble is, instead of it having a picture my glittery thingies, it had an empty input window which forced one of those damn QuickTime pop-up windows in my face every time I loaded my blog. I was able to get rid of it, but then I couldn’t get the rest of it to look right.

In the end I decided it was easier to create my own, so that’s what I’m trying to do. I will keep what little of the old one I wanted, which was basically just a few links, and did the rest from scratch. I’m trying to do it for few days now, and still can’t get it right; this theme thing is driving me crazy! I think it will look rather fetching and certainly better than the old one, once I figure out how to do it.

 There I am, innocently enjoying a cup of coffee and a bit of surfing (internet variety, I don’t go in for the other sort, gimme a break), when my little brother screams at me from the kitchen.

Little bro: MAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIII! HELP! There’s a needle stuck in my foot.
Mai: A what stuck in your foot? Just a minute …

Mai goes into kitchen. Little bro is hopping on one leg and announcing that he is dying. Mai looks and sees needle stuck in little bro’s foot, with black cotton threaded through it. Mai has NOOOO idea how needle got on kitchen floor. Mai attempts to pull needle out of little bro’s foot.

Little bro: Don’t pull it out! I’ll die!
Mai: What else am I supposed to do with it?
Mai pulls out needle. Little bro remains alive.

Little bro: Is there blood on it?
Mai: No. Next time try shoes or slippers.

Little bro returns to eating pasta, Mai returns to coffee and surfing, assuming crisis is over. A few minutes pass quietly and peacefully by.

Little bro: AAAGGGHHH!!!
Mai: What is it NOW?
Little bro: OOOOOOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Mai goes into kitchen and discovers floor covered in fusilli, mushrooms, bits of tomato and pasta sauce. Little bro announces he tripped over something and his pasta went all over his arm on its way to the floor and he is now scarred for life (he isn’t). Mai tells little bro to leave kitchen and she will cook him some more pasta. Little bro leaves kitchen to go watch TV. Mai screams (therapeutically) and starts cooking.

Moral of Story: don’t leave your little bro by himself in the kitchen ever.

ماما في الأردن صارلها أسبوع و لسّا باقي كمان أسبوع, و متل كل مرّة بتسافر فيها تبدأ مغامرات طم طم في المطبخ
بس المرة هاي ما بعرف ليه, لهلأ ما خبصت ولا مرّة حتي الرز عم بستوي معي هههههه :) معقول اللعنة اللي كانت نازلة عليّ في الطبخ راحت؟؟؟ سؤال مهم كتيير و بدو تفكير عميق, عملت جاج بالفرن (مو إإختراع نووي بعرف).. زبط, فاصولية خضرة (مع رز ركزوا) …زبط, كفتة (بعرف ما بدها فن بس برضوا).. ايه زبط, طيب شاكرية (برضو مع رز).. لأ ﻷ لأ مو معقووووووووول والله زبط!!! هادي ميّ اللي بالمطبخ؟؟؟ لا أكيد هادي تخيلات صيام أو مزحة أو كزية نيسان!! لأنو صعب أصدق… دقوا على الخشب بلاش اَكل هوى و أرجع أعُك بمفاعلات نووية كمان مرة
يعني في صديق عزيز بضلّ يحكيلي إنّو الطبيخ طول عمرو نِفس, أنا طول عمري بدخل المطبخ زيّ اللي داخل على مختبر كيمياء, بكون كتيير مركزة تقولوا خايفة تفقع الطنجرة بوجهي, ولّا رح أخترع نوع سمّ جديد بطبخي مش عارفة
طبعاَ كل شي كوم و هاشم أخي الصغير كوم, هادي أول مرة من يوم ما نولد ببعد عن ماما, كتيير كنت خايفة إنو يعجب عليّ بغيابها, بس جد والله إنو تحشيش, جد هادي لحالها مغامرات طم طم هههههههههه بعمل كل عملة أنا بحس أنو رح يغمى عليّ من الضحك
ماما الله يرجعك بالسلامة و يصبرك حبيبتي, لا تهكلي همنا هون, نحنا مناح, ديري بالك على حالك

I would like to thank all of you sincerely for sharing our sorrow.

I deeply appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness, and it will always be remembered.

My family and I deeply appreciate your kind expression of sympathy in our great loss, we find healing in god’s tender and embrace in knowing that others remembered and cared.

I greatly appreciate your thoughts and efforts, my friends and loved ones who stood by me from the first minute, never left me for a second, the people who called, sent messages, commented, emailed, and sent me messages on facebook, to the people who went personally to see my mom in Jordan, thank you all so much.

Thank you for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers.

All things grow with time, except grief, it gets smaller … El Hamdolla.

إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ

ولا حول ولا قوه الا بالله العلي العظيم

 بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

( يَا أَيَّتُهَا النَّفْسُ الْمُطْمَئِنَّةُ ارْجِعِي إِلَى رَبِّكِ رَاضِيَةً مَّرْضِيَّةً فَادْخُلِي فِي عِبَادِي وَادْخُلِي جَنَّتِي )

  رحمـــــــك الله وأســـكنك فسيـــح جنـــــــــاته

 This is bad, really bad, I couldn’t sleep all night, I was waking up every hour to stay up another hour, I’ve never seen weather worse than this in my entire life.

California is on fire, more than 27 huge fires, we have 2 close ones, I can’t see the flame, and I didn’t feel it much yesterday, but during the night it was getting worse by the hour, at this point, I can’t breath, this is the worst allergy I’ve ever got, I can’t open m y eyes, and I’m so congested, it’s like I never got the surgery!!!

I just took a quick look from the window, the sky is sooooooo gray and it’s 95° out there, ashes are every where, add to all that mix some humidity .. What do get?? The worst weather you can imagine.

I hate LA!!!!

Let me hold you under blue skies, and chase away the clouds.

Let me take your hand in mine, and together plot our course.

Let me kiss your furrowed brow, and smooth your cares away.

Let me laugh with you each morning, and love with you at evening.

Let me take the evil of doubt, and smite it with the sword of faith.

Let me be your spirit’s comfort, and brace it for it’s journey.

Let me hold you close and love you, each morning as the day begins, each evening as our souls rest, and through the years as we grow old.

Oh that I could tell you, the depths of what I feel, the joy that loving you brings, the happiness that would lie ahead.

T’was not an option to love you, merely the fulfillment of a journey.

Really!!! am I calm person or am I just faking it??

I mean whenever people argue I keep looking at them how easy for them to lose their temper and start saying stuff that really hurts the person in front of them, of course once they do that, it takes both parties forever to get over what have been said!!

Seriously.. I think that hurting someone is the easiest thing any human being can do.. as for me it’s the hardest thing I can do ever in my life, not because I can’t, I really wish that is the reason.. it’s because I really suck when it comes to apologizing, so I always choose to count to 20 if u have to just because I don’t wanna say something wrong..

“Some people think of me as :la2eemeh”, cuz I always think of the way back when it comes to these things, but I don’t think that is the bad thing, we all should do that, if being la2eemeh means taking into consideration people’s feeling, let it be “la2maneh”.

Back to my question, so am I a calm person or am I faking it?? I mean I do get mad, really mad, but you would never know, cuz I never throw it in your face, it all stays INSIDE me!! And I mean really inside me, I would keep my calm voice, and my smile on my face, although I would be burning inside, I feel like screaming, yelling, and sometimes breaking things, but do I do that??? NEVER… NEVER EVER happened before, I don’t know what happens to me, but the only thought that comes to my mid at that moment is “you should stay calm, don’t lose your temper, your calm will eventually calm the person in front of you, don’t respond, CAAAAAAAAAAAAALM DOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWN!!!”

I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s the hardest thing any body can do, but I still manage to do it, I would feel sometimes that there is a mountain standing on my chest, and my throat starts to hurt SO BAD!!.. the cool thing is after one hour, I calm down from the inside, I can’t stay mad for long, once the other person is calm already, I start feeling ok, like nothing happened :) .. Cool NO? ;)

But that does NOT mean that you can get mad me as much as you want.. as they say “etaqi shar el 7aleem etha ‘3adeb” I turn into a volcano .. o eb3ed 3an weshi el sa3adi :D