Crème de la crème

England will win the World Cup

I just love this World Cup, and the thing I like most about it is the lack of big surprises. You might argue that Ghana and Australia produced good results but they were not considered weak teams to start with. In the final eight we have 8 powerful teams (including Ukraine) and nobody will be surprised if any 2 of them will play in the final (excluding Ukriane).

So who will win the Cup? I don't believe in these stupid theories that consider Brazil winners based because history means nothing and because the scientists behind them believe that the World Cup started in 1958 instead of 1930.

Basically there's no good way to predict who will win the Cup. I'll go for England, yes England the team with the most boring performance and who did not deserve the victory in any game they have played so far. The main reason is that they got all the weapons of mass destruction that a World Champion requires. Experience, youth, talent, players who can shoot from a distance, a tall forward player, a coach who knows the players extremely well, good defenceand luck. Other teams might have these features, but what really makes me think that England will win it is the fact that they can win a game when they play so horribly as much as they've been playing so far.

I totally respect your opinion if you said I'm nuts but I still believe that England will win the World Cup.

One year of Hareega (Reega Reega Hareega)

I was planning to do a few changes to improve the quality of my blog, like placing some pictures from my digital camera which I still have to buy, or making my blog more organized and categorize my posts, or perhaps blogging more often. There were several things in my head.

Anyway, the thing which was the easiest to do was changing the colors of my blog from green to blue. I'm blue if i was green i would die if i was green i would die (remember the song?)

Until next year, enjoy Hareega for now for free, as it is, orijinaaal lang, o bidoon tashfeer ;)

P.S. you can still answer my survery I posted last month :
http://www.createsurvey.com/c/36775-Op4dm4/

your opinion is very important.

Thank you for reading my blog

طوشه محرزة ونص

الزمان: عام الفين بالزبط

المكان: النادي الارثوذوكسي

المناسبة: مباراة نصف النهائي في كاس اوروبا بين البرتغال و فرنسا

تجمهر ما يقرب مائتي شخص بجانب البركة يشاهدون الشاشة الملقبة بالعملاقة وهم يفصفصون الفستق ويكروعون البيبس و بيرة الامستل الاصيلة صناعة محلية اوريجينال

بدا ما يشبه تكون معسكرين للجمهور معسكر للجماهير البرتغالية الاصيلة رغم ان معظمهم لا يستطيع تحديد البرتغال على الخريطة و معسكر اخر اصغر قليلا مكون من جماهير فرنسا المخلصة رغم ان سوادهم الاعظم لا يعرف عن فرنسا الا سيارات البيجو المخمجة و ان فتياتهن حرايق

شعر حريقة ببعض القلق لان هذا الوضع ذكره بوضع مشابه في مباراة الفيصلي و الوحدات عندما كان في الاستاد و دقت طوشة اخت اختها و نال منها حريقة طلقة مسيلة للدموع ظلو يبكي منها اكثر مما بكت سانديبل لما لقت امها

لكنه نظر بتمعن في وجوه الشباب وقال لنفسه، "لاء هذول شكلهم عوايات من شباب الويفر كلهم بكالوريا و نيو انغلش فش حدا منهم بعرف يهاوش

بدات المباراة و كان جالسا امام حريقة فتاة حمقاء تسال اسئلة غبية

"طب مين لازم يشوط عل يمين ومين لازم يشوط عل شمال؟؟"
"طب ازا زيدان جزائري كيييف بخلوه يلعب مع فرنسا؟؟"
" طب ما بصير فرنسا تشتري رونالدو؟"

و كان البوي فريند الاجرب جالسا بجانبها يشرح وهو يتظاهر بالعبقرية بعض القوانين لكنها استرسلت في اسئلتها الغبية حتى بدا حريقة في التفكير بخطة لاغراقها في البركة

و فجاة حمي وطيس اللعبة واصبحت النتيجة التعادل بهدف وسط حماس المعسكرين لتسجيل الهدف القاتل

و صاح احر المتبرغلين "يا زلمة هو زيدان بعرف يلمس طابة

و بدا الجو بالتكهرب وتبادل المعسكران نظرات التحدي الجدية التي لم يتبادلها حتى لاعبى المباراة وازدادت مشاعر القلق لدى حريقة لكنه كان متاكدا في الصميم ان خولنة هؤلاء المراهقين ستمنعهم من افتعال المشاكل

لكن الشعور بالطمانينة تلاشى سريعا عندما وقف احد المتبرغلين ونظر في وجه احد الحضور صارخا: "ك* اخت فرنسا

ورغم ان الشاب الاخر بدا لي من ثقالة دمه اثناء المباراة انه كركي الا انه تصرف و كان اباه من بوردو و امه مرسيلاوية فوقف بحدة و دفع المتبرغل ارضا

و قبل ان يهب احد اولاد الحلال للتفزيع بدات الكراسي بالتطاير في الهواء و زجاجات البيرة الرخيصة بالتكسر تحت اقدام المتهاوشين الذين تبادلوا اللكمات و الالفاظ النابية شاتمين عرض لويس فيعو و روي كوستا و زيدان باللاضافة طبعا لشقيقات المتهاوشين وسط انظار حريقة الذي نظر متحسرا على غلنات البيرة المنسكبة على الارض بين ما تبقى من اقدام الكراسي المتكسرة

وجاء مسؤول في النادي و فصل الشاشة وابعدها عن قبضات المتشاجرين الاشاوس بينما انقلع حريقة لمشاهدة المباراة في المنزل مع ابيه، وقبل نهاية المباراة بثوان احتسب الحكم ركلة جزاء خرافية لفرنسا، فصرخ والده، "ايه والله حرام هاظي تكون بينالتي

فوقف حريقة مفزوعا ونظر الى والده عاتبا، فساله ابوه : "مالك

فاجابه: يابا مشان الله وطي صوتك بلاش يسمعنا حدا" وقام واغلق ابواب الحمام كيلا يسمعهم احد الجيران في العمارة واكمل متابعة المباراة و هو بفكر في الشجاعة الفائقة للمشجعين النشامى. "

SENSATIONAL

Since yesterday I've been watching the unbelievable goal of "La Fiera" Maxi Rodriguez against Mexico again and again,
click-here-to-see-the-goal

Argentina so far has been scoring the best goals in the Mundial , in case you missed their unbelievable goal against Serbia here it is , scored after 29 unstoppable passes by Argentine players, make sure the voice is up.

I felt I had four heart attacks with the game against Meixco. Argentina has a horrible history against Meixco especially in the past few years (yes once they lost 3-0) so it was nice quite a relief to see them winning yesterday.

Germany looks better on paper for the next game, screw that it means nothing in the world cup.

Winning the game, and losing respect

I always cheer for the teams which participate in the World Cup, especially for strong teams like Ukraine. I sympathizing with them when the referee made a wrong decision and sent one of their players off and contributed to a larger loss against Spain 4-0. I was admired by their sense of responsibility when they fought back and defeated KSa with the same result.

Today I lost a lot of my respect for the team not because they played a horrible match but mainly for the sense of selfishness among its players and the low moral of its "star" Shevchenko who pretended to fall in the penalty area and got the penalty kick and scored the only goal in the game.

It's also worth mentioning the stupid decision by the refree in giving the first yellow to Boazizi who was eventually sent off for the second yellow and the obvious hand touch of the Ukraine defender inside his penalty area that the refree did not blow a whistle for.

From the last 2 groups (France, Togo, Korea, Switzerland, Spain, Ukraine, Tunisia and KSA) only Spain deserves to qualify the the final 16, I hope we won;t see another world cup similar to 2002 when I really thought that Jordan could have easily made to the semi-finals had they made it to the world cup.

In the house of the MAFIOSO

This is the office/house Joe Bonanno!
A Victim!

I was sitting in a small room in one of the small offices just outside my hospital where we were having a meeting.

I was looking at the wall and I saw a vault (Khazneh).

I asked the secretary there, "what the hell is that vault doing here?"



She answered "We thought it wouldn't be nice to remove it from the wall"

I said "So why was there a vault in the first place??"

She was surprised with the question, smiled, and answered "Heeeey, this office was one of the houses of ...... Joe_Bonanno !

To those who don't know, Joe Bonano was a MAFIA leader who lived in Tucson and died 4 years ago. Somehow our hospital managed to get some of his properties.

Just looking at his vault made me shiver. I had the courage to stand up and touch it. I'm no sissy but really it takes a lot of courage to touch this thing and try 20 times to open it, as I did.

I can't remember anything mentioned in the meeting because I spent the entire time looking at the vault and the walls around me. I then hurried to Blockbuster video to buy all parts of the Godfather.

So you can't count to six in Spanish?

No problem, Argentina can teach you.

UNO


DOS


TRES


CUATRO


CINCO


SEIS

I miss these commentators- المعلقون العرب

حمادة امام:

" بصو حضراتكو معايا يصو للاعب ركم تمنتاعشار في الفرييء الكرواتي بصو عملهالو ازاي وجالو بوبان و بسن الجزمة رفعهالو عرضية لسوكور اللي خبطها بدماغو كورة ما حصلتش عشرة عشرة زي ما كتاب الكورة بيئوول صفحة روبعمية و ستاعشار و دا الغول الغول الاول لكرواتيا بالرمي الفرنساوي و هاتها من الشبكة يا بارتيز

عثمان القريني:
نرى امامنا اللاعب العربي الجزائري الفرنسي زين الدين يزيد زيدان وهو لاعب خلوق و متواضع شقيقه جمال و اخته ليلى، لعب في بداية طريقه مع بوردو وهي مدينة مشهورة بصناعة النبيذ المعتق وسيلعب في ريال مدريد بجانب ديفيد بيكهاااام وهو اللاعب المعروف بجماله الباهر و تسريحة شعره الخلابة وهو متزوج من فكتوريا المكناة بورش و هي احدى عضوات فريق البيتلز الغنائي

لطفي الزعبي - مخبصة

مرحبا وسهلا والسلام عليكم ومرحبا وسهلا بجميعكم في هاذي السهرة الكروية الجميلة -بتكون الساعة وحدة بعد الظهر- التي تجمع الارجنتين و البرازيل وهي مباراة جميلة جدا جدا -المباراة لسا ما بلشت- التي نتوقع فيها فوز احد الفريقين

الارجنتين لديها لاعبون عفوا لاعبين ممتازون عفوا ممتازين اشهرهم راس الحربة اورغيتا -اسمه اورتيغا- الذي يشبهه الارجنتيون بلاعبهم الراحل بيليه -بيليه اولا برازيلي مش ارجنتيني و ثانيا لساتو عايش-،ونتذكر الارجنتين عندما تالقت في نهائيات كاس العالم عام ستة و ثمانين عندما فازت بالكاس بقيادة المدرب المعروف بلياردو -اسهه بييلاردو- ونتترككم مع الصوت والصورة -عشان بطل فيه حكي يحكيه-

The day I had three testicles

This is a very short story I wrote yesterday for our medical humanities class. It's a reflection of how phsycians feel when they become patients themselves and clearly shows that doctors can be the worst patients. This describes parts of my hernia (ftaa2) surgery in Jordan six years ago. Ninty percent of it is true and the other 10% is spices :)

Hareega
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My mind was clear as I was heading to the hospital in preparation for my hernia surgery. This time I was the patient. Being in my last year of medical school I took out my surgery textbook, wiped the thick layer of dust on its cover and quickly read about the complications of this surgery. I remained calm.

I was admitted to the hospital and I shared a room with an old man. “Why do I have to share the room with someone else” I thought to myself. I pushed the red button and the nurse came by.

“Excuse me, I asked for a private room, why is there someone with me?”
“You know sir, it’s a busy time of the year and we don’t have enough beds”
“Fine.”

I looked at the old man in the other bed who smiled at me saying “You know, I was by myself in this room until you came today, but I’m not complaining, it’s actually good to have company”

“Whatever” I mumbled to myself as I pulled the curtains between our beds.

Later in the day the surgery resident came by. After taking the regular history he asked me to stand up.

“Please drop off your pants so I can look at the hernia”

“Your attending examined it just last week” I responded immediately.

“So you think I want to examine you because I like seeing you naked??” then he made a sarcastic laugh.

I didn’t argue much and dropped off my pants as he kneeled on the floor and started doing all the different maneuvers to examine my hernia. I could remember how many of them were mentioned in the surgery textbook but I was certain that he tried them all, more than once. For a second I thought that it would have been better if that hernia strangulated and my bowel became ischemic and I would die rather than going through this very embarrassing exam.

I thought of saying something funny “You know I always get paid for someone to do this to me”.

“Excuse me?” he said and looked up at me, but I could hardly see the expression on his face as my tummy was covering half of it..

“Never mind”

When he finished the exam he examined my throat, then came the news “Well, looks like you have tonsillitis. We might have to postpone the surgery for 2 weeks”

When he left the room I was furious, first because I didn’t want to go through this admission and examination again, and secondly because it was impossible for me to have tonsillitis ten years after I have had removed my tonsils.


Next morning the attending physician (the main surgeon) came by
“Hey Fares, I don’t think you have tonsillitis. Your tonsils look clean. We’ll take you to the O/R this afternoon.”

I woke up after the surgery screaming of pain. They gave me pain killers but they were not enough.

“Nurse, I want more morphine, now, please”
“Well that’s all what your doctor ordered, I can’t give you more”
“Oh no call him please, I want more”

She came back half an-hour later shrugging her shoulders “He said he can’t give you more of morphine. He doesn’t want to make you an addict”

As I was lying in my bed in pain, four of my classmates showed up. That was a bit of a surprise because I haven’t told anyone about my surgery other than my parents. They told me that they found my name on the O/R schedule and that made them concerned.

“So guys please don’t tell others about my hernia”
They looked at each other, then one of them turned to me and said “Well Fares, most of the class knows about it, pretty much all of them, they even know it’s an indirect inguinal hernia!”

Just around 9 pm I found the cafeteria man coming in the room carrying a sandwich.

He looked at me and smiled saying “Hey doc, I heard you have three testicles”

“No, not really” I said. “It’s only a hernia”

“Hernia! Come on! Well it’s not a bad thing to have three testicles. It might actually be a good thing, if you know what I mean” then he laughed hilariously for approximately 30 seconds.

I nodded my head and grabbed the sandwich and started eating it. The nurse came again with an injection of morphine. I told her that my pain was better, and I opened the curtain and found the old man reading a book. I sat down next to him and we listened to BBC news and some old songs on his radio until midnight. The man said “My son is about your age, and his birthday is today. He works in Liberia.”

The man paused for a second as if he was trying to remember something, then I heard him say “Make a wish, any wish, but don’t be too selfish”

I looked back at him and said immediately as if I was expecting his question “Done”
The man smiled and said, “ You think I’m crazy, but all my son’s birthday wishes come true. I hope yours will”

Indeed it did; three months later the surgery resident was admitted to the hospital to repair an indirect inguinal hernia.

A few changes in Hareega

Given the first anniversary of my blog (could be the last), I made a survery last week that 37 readers kindly responded to. I'll review the results here,

Readers particpating in survery: 37
Males: 20 (54%)
Females: 16
Uncertain of sex : 1 (for medical consults contact me from 9-5 on weekdays)


How often do you visit Hareega's blog?

Almost everyday- 30% (11)
Once or twice weekly - 48% (18)
Once or twice a month - 10% (4)
Very rarely - 10% (4)


What attracts you most in hareega's blog?
Sports 3% (3)
Politics 12% (11)
Personal stories in work 33 (36.67%)
Personal stories in social life 33 (36.67%)
Pictures 11%

What keeps away or "what is repulsive" in hareega's blog? (37 responses)

Sports - 12
The language used - 5
Blogging in Arabic- 1
Political opinion - 4
The design of the blog- 6
The quality of articles is weak - 1


If hareega was kicked out from Jordan Planet, would you still read his blog?
Yes 30 (81.08%)
No 7 (18.92%)


Select all that applies to hareega
(37 responses)

Arrogant 0 - thanx!
Funny 33
Knowledgable 22
Tabarah (Not well-knoweldgable) 4
Critical 12
Emotional 10
Creative 30
Boring 0 - thanx!


Should hareega blog in Arabic or English or both?

Blog in both - 32 (86.49%)
Stop blogging in Enlgish - 2 (5.41%)
Stop blogging in Arabic - 3 (8.11%)


How old are you?

Younger than 19 - 3 (8.11%)
20-25 - 16 (43.24%)
26-30 - 8 (21.62%)
31-40 - 6 (16.22%)
Older than 40 - 3 (8.11%)
Older than 60?? (keefak yaba??) - 1 (2.70%)


Where do you live most times of the year?

Jordan - 21 (58.33%)
The Gulf (e.g. Dubai belongs to the gulf) - 1 (2.78%)
Europe - 3 (8.33%)
USA - 11 (30.56%)


Have you ever advised someone to visit my blog?

Yes - 19 (52.78%)
No - 13 (36.11%)
No, but I will - 4 (11.11%)
No and I won't- 0 (0.00%)


Check all what hareega should do to imrpove the quality of the blog?
(37 responses)

Change the design of the blog- 9
Separate from blogspot.com and make his own site like eben 3ammo el megresh jameed - 4
Starts taking own pictures from his own digital camera - 16
Blog more often -on daily basis- 15
Join toot - 3
Reply to any comment posted in his blog even if it doesn't need a reply - 5
Post my own personal unpublished selection of steamy pictures for Hayfa Wahbi -3


In case you check Jordan Planet regularly, where do you place Hareega's blog?

Top 20% (or top 15 blogs) - 25 (78.12%)
20-40% - 5 (15.62%)
40-75% - 2 (6.25%)
Bottom 25% -0 (0.00%)

My comments on the survey-
I should be very impressed especially by the encouraging percentages, but the bias here is that most people who answered this survey are those who visit my blog more or less regularly (78% visit it at least once weekly), and most of those who do that like my blog to some extent and find something interesting in it. So if 78% mentioned that my blog is among the top 20% that doesn;t reflect the opinion of all JP visitors but rather my readers' opinion.
I think that bias applies to all blog surverys.

However I thank you all for all the great comments you've mentioned. I'll comment on them down here.

Comments in the survery-

I loved the Reega Reega Hareega soo much. Then i read the arabic article about the RJ plane, and liked it:), that's what made me keep on checking your blog, and i wish you put that Reega Reega Hareega the way it was before.

ur aggessive,not that offensive,extremely amusing,but i could hate u if thats ur cousin..

القصص بشكل رئيسي . أسلوبك كثير حلو والأفكار اللي في أغلب القصص روعة

في كلمات سفالة في بعض المواضيع :) .. لو تشفرها بيكون أفضل

على راسي كزدرة <-- بلاش يعظني التشلب في

You keep tricking me into reading stories about football by the titles, i.e. "my love story with argentina" I click on it, and it's not about love or argentina, it's about football! Ugh! ;) PS. I like the work stories.

Very funny and insightful. Keep it up.

You're a little rude

Ebn 3ammo il migrish ya 3ars! walak kolha 30 dollars per year ya 7asood

i love your stories in Arabic they crack me up because you don't use fusha and your style is great in writing personal stories, keep it up :)

i think u have a sense of sarcasim more than anything else

Good job on the blog ya Hareegah

the article in arabic about your travel experiences.. made me laugh out loud.. brought me here again

faress kaifak , ana kont fee madrastak, akbar minnak, bloggak awwal blog garaitoo fil 3alam , wa inta wa iyas "inspired" mo7awaleh bloggawieyyeh ya2sseh (shaffaret esem el blog i didn't know if the author wanted his comment to published or not)

oh that is harsh! Post a pic of yourself. Sometimes I always wonder what the fellow Jordan bloggers look like :)

Well, you know I didn't like the tag-thing, but nothing you've written has kept me away!

Yikes! Know Kinzi continues to be a regular reader despite the dog

I like hearing a Jordanians American experience, and your comments on other blogs

san7ak

good story teller, i enjoy ur arabic blogs

I love your blog mate... keep up the good work

i like your emotional side, keep it on :)

actually i love your posts ...u blog exacxtly what i feel like soo many times in many issues as if u speak "me",like to grab from your knowledge, experience and mostly your passion for things keep it up ! btw ana fada7tak 3ind your sis miso and told her you have this blog :D tc.. TabooQueen

hareega: one day i'll kill you :)

I really like your blog and jameed's blog.. i think inkom 3elleh 5alseen (in a good sense) :D keep the good work hareega.

Final Comment:

I highly appreciate your time in answering this survery and I'll do the best I can to make more enjoyable. Therefore I'll go for less sports althoguh I'd feel like betraying myself doing that. I'll also try being more easy on the language and make my blog PG-13 instead of PG-21 as it is now.

And I promise : no more tags asking about the color of your underwear.

I really hate the design of my blog, I'll ask for technical help form my Jameed on how to make my own website as long as it costs less than the price of a burritto a month.

Why should one terrorist die and many others live?

The US haunted Zarqawi, chased him from one cave to another, and finally located him using the best intelligence avaiablabe and the most advanced technological devices and succeeded in attacking him and putting an end to him. To this I'm thankful to the US, seriosuly and I'm not being sarcastic, I'm thankful to whoever succeded in putting an end to this terrorist.

Another terrorist organisation called Israel planned an attack on civilians and killed ten of them, four of them being children, and wounded 40 others in one of its plenty terrorist attacks on innocent Palestenians. The suspects are at large, free and celebrating their crime and even receiving cash for it from American taxpayers who are not getting any idea about what's happpening in the "Middle East" because their news media covers stories of a teenager who diappeared in Aruba last year or athelets raping a strip dancer in Duke or celebrities dating each other much more than they cover the story of friendly armed Israeli soldiers killing a terrorist Palestenian child as part of self-defence.

We're living in a day where "innocent" and "Arab" seem contradictory and when people can make a million justifications for killing or torturing an Arab even is he was an innocent child. For the "terrorist" children who surivied the attack on Gaza yesterday, don't expect them to chant for the US or Israel when they grow up...
Expect them to grow up to become ... "terrorists"

The journey begins today

Argentina's journey in the World Cup will begin today with the first challenge against Côte d'Ivoire.

They have a young team, some players are not experienced, and on paper they the team looks worse than the 2002 team which left from the first round.

As always, Argentina fell in a very tough group in the first round (Remember that Serbia is the ex-Yuogslavia). The Argies proved before that they perform best when the lights are not on them. Hopefully this will be true this year. If Saviola, Crespo and Riquelem played their best they can rule the world (and of course easily defeat Brazil like they did last year).

Vamos Argentina!

Ten reasons why Zarqawi cannot watch the World Cup

Those are my ten reasons why Zarqawi can't watch the world cup,
hope you'll all be able to watch it!
hareega

1- Al Qaeda doesn't have a soccer team.
2- Watching TV is a sin, watching uncovered legs of men is a bigger sin.
3- He's afraid to lose concentrations when he sees the hot Brazilian chicks cheering for their team.
4- He doesn't have ART.
5- He might get really confused who to cheer for if the US played England in the quarter-finals.
6- He wouldn't tell if the fans painting their faces with colors are some of his men in camouflage.
7- He hates wathcing infidel teams winning antyhing.
8- He's angry the FIFA refused to use the heads of his victims as balls in the tournament.
9- He's afraid of division among his men on who is the sexiest player in the Italian team.
10- Good reason: he's D-E-A-D.

Cancer sucks

Ninteen-year old Robert came with pain in his leg after playing basketball. He was expecting to be told that he had a muscle spasm or a sprained ankle. Instead we found that he had an aggressvie cancer that was destroying his bones and had already spread all over his body.

Last Friday which was my last day in the cancer center, we sent Robert to Hopsice, a service that takes care of dying patients expected to live less than six months. It was so devastating to tell a teenager who just joined college and was looking to become a lawyer and a basketball player that he wouldn't survive till next Christmas.

Cancer sucks, not because it kills people, after all there are many things that kill. Cancer sucks because it makes its victims feel the taste of death and live it everyday. You can sense that in the tone of agony in their voices and the looks of exhaustion in their eyes. You can tell they've been fighting for too long as you see them struggling to get out of bed and change their small "vomiting bucket" which have become an extension of their hands.

Those who survived cancer are lucky because cancer didn't break them but made them stronger. Those who are losing the battle usually know it before their doctors do but they don't stop fighting and as they lose the battle they do it with their heads held high after they accepted death but refused dying and didn't allow the loss on their last day to spoil their celebration of victory for a thousand days before that, and as cancer was destroying their bones and lungs it made their hearts stronger and their minds brighter.

So if you see a sick frail person sitting on a wheelchair who can't even look up or talk do your best to help, but don't think of her/him as a weak person, because those people who are almost crippled by their disease and who would not take their next breath foregranted have hearts of thunder that makes them larger than life.

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My story of Love, with Argentina

One of the first things I ever watched on TV and still remember was the 1986 World Cup, and whoever lived during these days could not resist falling in love with the Argentine team and their amazing performance lead by the short super-talented star named Diego Maradona.

I'll never forget their game against England in the quarter-finals when he scored a goal using his hand As people were arguing that this goal should not have been allowed Maradona-ran-through half of the English team and scored the best goal ever in football's history. I feel lucky being able to remember this game which witnessed scoring the most 2 famous goals in football's history.

Argentina made it to the final and defeated Germnay 3-2 and won the World Cup, and since that day I've been waiting for them to win the World Cup again. They came too close in 1990 when they defeated Brazil and Italy and lost the Cup after the stupid referee gave a fake penalty to the Germans in the last minute and gave them the world cup as a gift.

In 1994 the biggest loss was not their easy exit but Maradona's drug scandal hitting again. After the team started with 2 amazing performances defeating Greece 4-0 and powerful Nigeria 2-1 Mardaona's scandal hit and the entire team lost their confidence and lost to Bulgaria and Romania.

In 1998 they came again and defeated England in a spectacular match in the final-8 with Bergkamp's killer in the final minute, again.

The 2002 team had some outstanding players but their amateur coach who lacked previous international experience could not manage being in a difficult group and again, fake penalty as a gift to the Briton's which cost Argentina the World Cup.

In 2006 I'm looking with great hope to this team which relatively lacks experience when compared to the previous teams they had. However they have an outstanding coach (Pekerman) and the special thing about him is that he coached many of the players when they were so young during the three U-21 World Cups that he won with Argentina in the 1990s and 2001.
I'm not expecting Argentina to win but I always hope that they'll prove me wrong and that they'll crash one team after another. The only thing that can defeat them is the lack of spirit, otherwise they have all the factors for becoming World Champions.

And another thing: They can kick some Brazilian ass really hard and I'm so much looking for that.

Up until today.....

Up until today in 1967 one could take a drive from any Jordanian spot to Jersualem with his car, visit the holy places and go for a ride around Palestine and return the same day.

Israel with its support from the US defied the world and invaded the Arab landed and occupied Palestine on this day 39 years ago. The UN clearly condemned this event and ordered the
"Withdrawal of Israeli armed forces from territories occupied in the recent conflict".

Thirty-nine years later, we are still waiting.

People were kicked from their land, cities were occupied and whoever asked for justice was either killed or thrown into jail. Israeli crimes continued and still continue up to this day with killing civilians and throwing bombs and wiping out villages and preventing the injuried and the sick from getting medical help in a land which is not theirs.

If this isn't terrorism, what is terrorism?

Remembering Mahmood Darwish's words.....

سجِّل.. برأسِ الصفحةِ الأولى

أنا لا أكرهُ الناسَ

ولا أسطو على أحدٍ

ولكنّي.. إذا ما جعتُ

آكلُ لحمَ مغتصبي

حذارِ.. حذارِ.. من جوعي

ومن غضبي!!

سالمة يا سالامة

الزمان: الفين و اثنين

المكان: مستشفى السلط الحكومي

يتجهز حريقة طبيب الامتياز الجديد لمغادرة المستشفى بعد دوامه المعتاد لمدة نصف ساعة

في طريقه للخروج يميل على المكتب الرئيسي ليتفقد اذا ما كان احد الزملاء قد جلب صفطا من البرازق او الوربات حلوانا لمولود جديد او عروس عاشرة

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يدخل على المكتب و يجده فارغا فيقفز بسرعة ويخطف دفتر التواقيع المهترئ و يوقع عن زملائه السبعة حسب الاتفاقية الوضيعة المبرمة سرا بينهم بحضور شخص واحد للتوقيع عن السبعة الاخرين

يشف ما تبقى في احدى كاسات الشاي امامه و يستعد للتشليف من المستشفى

وقبل ان يصل الى الدرج واذ بصوت يصرخ عليه من الخلف

" ولك فارس وين؟"

"نازل على الطوارئ اشوف اذا بدهم مساعدة باشي"

"لاء ما يهمك الطوارئ....بدنا انطلعك باسعاف عالبشير"

نظر حريقة المتخرج قبل اربعة اشهر من كلية الطب اليه بنظرة من الذعر
"بقدرش اطلع انا بعمري ما طلعت باسعاف"

"لا تخاف المريظة ما مالها اشي اصلا بس بدنا نعمللها خزعة و ابنقدرش نعملها هان، يلا هسا بحكي مع الشوفير انشالله بس تكون السيارة هان "

بعد قليل نزل حريقة الى مدخل المستشفى ووجد السائق مستندا الى باب السيارة وعند رؤيته لحريقة اخرج باكيتا من السغائر ومده صوب

حريقة

"بتدخن دكتور؟"

"لاء"

"امانة؟"

"لاء شكرا"

ثم اتجه حريقة الى خلف السيارة ليصعد مع المريضة، فامسك السائق بيده ليوقفه
"وين رايح دكتور؟ لا تحكيلي بدك تطلع ورا"

" اه طبعا لازم اطلع معها"

رفع السائق يديه في السماء واجاب باستهجان"بس انت دكتور ما بسير تقعد ورا ، لا تخاف عالمريظة بنتها معها، وهي اصلا ما مالها اشي رايحة بس تعمل تنظير، وبيني و بينك عمرها سبعة و ثمانين سنة فهمك سابق"

قفز حريقة الى الامام و تسلق الى الكرسي و جلس بجانب السائق المنتشي الذي نظر اليه بعينيه الجاحظتين من وجهه المحمر وصرخ باعلى صوته "والله يا هلا بالدكتور .... نورت السيارة"

وبدا حريقة بالرد لكن صوته اختفى في صوت صفارات السيارة و صوتها يولول في اجواء السلط

فور الانطلاق اتجه السائق نحو شارع فرعي بجانب مدرسة للاطفال، وبدا السائق بلولحة السيارة يمينا و يسارا و بدا الاطفال الذين كانوا يلعبون في الشارع بالصراخ والركض بذعر واصطدم بعضهم بالاخر واقعا على الارض

"معلش دكتور هيك بزيحو اسرع"

ثم اطلق السائق العنان لسيارته وغير نوع صفارته، وبدات السيارات في الطريق بالانبعاج بالتساوي الى اليمين واليسار في مشهد جميل بدا وكانه عرض باهر للسيرك دي سولاي

"اخر مرة والله جبتها بربع ساعة، بس هسا ازمة واكيد راح تلاقيلك ابن حرام اطرش بدوش يزيح عن الطريق"

و بدا حريقة بالتساؤل عن مهارة هذا السائق الشاب الذي بدا في منتصف العشرينات، وساله عما اذا كان سائقا لفترة طويلة

" والله دكتور صارللي ابو سنة و شوي بسوق"

" و شو كنت تشتغل قبلها "

"كنت بشتغل بالهابي فاميلي ستورز"

"شو كنت بتسوي هناك؟ توصل اغراض عالبيوت؟"

"لا والله عالكاش ...بس اتهاوشت مع مدير هناك، بعدين استدليت عمعرفة بوزارة الصحة حكالي تشتغل عهالسيارة قلتلوا ما حدا بشتغل هالشغلة غيري

ثم دعس بعنف على دواسة البنزين واكمل حديثه "بيني و بينك شغلة اخت فلاته بتخليك تحس بالحرية ..... بعدين السيارة فول اوبشن" ثم اشار باصبعه نحو لوحة من ثمان ازرار قائلا "شايف هاي دكتور كل كبسة بصوت شكل، يلا دكتور جربلك اكمن كبسة

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و كالطفل الصغير بدا حريقة بالتكبيس و تغيير الاصوات و اعجب بالاصوات الساحرة التي كانت تخرج من السيارة وشعر بسعادة اكثر لانها كانت المرة الوحيدة التي كان يسمح له بعمل دور الدي جاي و لو لدقائق معدودة

ثم مرت السيارة بجانب الجامعة الاردنية و رغم ان السيارات كانت تنحرف عن الطريق بفزع من صوت الاسعاف الا ان السائق ابطا قليلا من سرعته ناظرا الى مدخل الجامعة قائلا بصوت هستيري " بنات الجامعة مشلحات يا حبيبي

وعندما كاد على وشك الاقلاع مرة اخرى زج بسيارته قرب الجزيرة الوسطية حيث كانت تقف فتاة تلبس تي شيرت دون اكمام تهم لقطع الشارع فاقترب منها السائق وابطا يشدة حتى كاد يتوقف واخرج راسه صارخا"لساتها الدنيا صيف و بعدو اللحم مبين

ثم ادخل راسه و ضحك ضحكة ماجنة قبل ان يسمع الحجة في الداخل تسال "مطولين لنوصل عالبشير؟؟

ورغم انه لم يجيبها الا ان سؤالها كان مهما لتذكيرنا ان هناك مريضا كان موجودا في السيارة

وصلنا الى البشير وتوجهت نحو قسم الاستقبال و قلت لهم اننا اوصلنا للتو المريضة من السلط التي تحتاج للخزعة

اجابني المسجل "لع، المريظة حسنية هاظي جاي من السلط تعمل تخطيط دماغ

وقبل ان ابدا بالنقاش هب السائق من خلفي صارخا " هاظي يا رجل جاي عندكو تعمل تنظير قولون ايوه"

و قبل ان يحتد النقاش اخرجت الملف و اعطيته للمرضة وقلت لها ان تتصل بطبيب الباطني ليرى المريضة وانسحبت من ساحة المعركة و عدت بسيارة الاسعاف الى السلط وانا افكر ان "نقص الامكانات والموارد المالية" لا تفسر كل المشاكل التي نعيشها.

حريقة