Manipulation of Muslims

The reaction of the Muslim World to the cartoons came as a shock to me.

Prophet Muhammad has been insulted in cartoons, and the damage has been done, however more than 99% of Muslims did not see the cartoons and refuse to see them but want all actions to be taken against those who published them.

After the Danish cartoons were published, many newspapers across Europe, America and New Zealand published the cartoons and other similar ones. The offical university daily newspaper here in Tucson published a cartoon showing Prophet Muhammad in a disrespectful manner. The danish newspaper apologized, however Denmark is the only country that Muslims want to boycot. Why?

Why not France?
Why not Spain?
Why not America again?

If people were to follow the same principals, more than 15 countries should be on the list now.
Why aren't Muslims boycotting these countries? Why Denmark and not other countries?

Since 9/11, Islam and the image of Islam and Prophet Muhammad have been insulted hundreds if not thousands of times. I have seen and heard a lot jokes about the Prophet in many aspects that I wouldn't even mention here because of their offensive nature. Just the least of examples is a complete episode of South Park where the Prophet was shaped as a cartoon and i assumed that would truly offensive, yet I have not seen any action from any Muslim community.

Do Muslims living away from the West really think that those cartoons are the worst offence of the first one aginst Islam? Have they been so much isolated from the West or are they being manipulated by some people who give them the green light when to protest and when not to.

Aren't many journalist drawing more cartoons and using more offensive language these days as a reaction to the what happened in the Muslim world? How do you expect them to stop? Will Muslims keep boycotting countries all over the world till the end of this world?

Many people claim that the campaign was a victory. The victory they see is not having cartoonists publishing offensive cartoons of the Prophet. Now here you can step back for a while and remember that in case that happened, they won't be insulting the Prophet because of threats to their economy and safety of their embassies, but not out of their respect to Islam or the Prophet. If you call this a victory you got a problem.

Besides, don't forget God. God for Muslims and all believers is more important than the Prophet but he was and will always be insulted day and night. Truth hurts.

Warning: Indian Bomb about to explode

After a heavy mansaf meal last night with Malhas which almost killed me, I woke up this morning (afternoon) and I decided for a reason i can't remember to have Indian food 3al reeg.

I went to India Oven a restaurant and had 3 big dishes of Indian food. I didn't recognize anything of what i ate but there were colors like gold and violet, pieces of meat of some unkown animals and a lot a lot of things floating on my plate, kullo 3al reeg.

Now i can see 5 keyboards in front of me instead of 1 and i am typing three times slower than my usual speed. My stomach is suffering and I'm sitting in the library with an enormous urge to fart. If I fart, I'm sure some people will be seriously hurt and we'll have a lot casualities among everyone who is on a circle with a radius of 5 miles from me. The mansaf last night made the situation worse and now with this indian oven I can be officially considered a weapon of mass destruction.

Worse than an own goal

Take a look at these pictures above and below

The player in tears is Gabriel Batistuta, the famous Argentine star, and his team mates are consoling him. He hasn't just scored an own goal or missed a penalty... he is crying for a different reason.

Batistuta played for Fiorentina (violet shirt above) for 8 years. During these years his team Fiorentina was relegated to the second division, and just like all world calss players do, it was expected that he would leave Fiorentina to keep playing in the first division. However he was very faithful to his team that he kept playing with them depsite that they were in the second division. He made them stand on their feet and they played well and again went back to the first division. Batistuta became the star of Fiorentina and the whole city of Florence glorified him and made him a statue in the ancient city.

Eventually he accepted a 33-million dollar offer to play for AS Roma (in red shirts below) so he left Fiorentina. The time came when both teams played against each other. The score was 0-0 and just before the end of the match Batistuta sent a magnificent shot from outside the penalty box shaking Toldo's net and scored the game's only goal giving Roma the victory. The reaction of Batistuta scoring against his old team is just like what you see in the picture below. A picture's worth a thousand words.

يوم ترجل الفارس الى الابد

يوم ترجل كان يوما تيتم فيه الملايين وبكوا رجلا قال منذ البداية " ان حياتي ملك لشعبي" ولم يخلف الوعد لنصف قرن

به اصبحت الصحراء جنة والخرابة قلعة و اصبح الانتماء للاردن نيشانا نعلقه بفخر امام العالم

و يبقى الاردن اردن الحسين، وكل الثقة بابو حسين

حريقة

لماذا فيروز؟؟

عندما تغني فيروز، فانها تجعلك تشعر ان شادي هو ابن حارتك انت، و عندما تغني للقدس تشعر انك تتمشى معها هناك حتى لو كنت تسمعها وانت في اميركا. عندما تغني شتي يا دنيا تحس بالمطر ينهال فوق راسك حتى لو كنت جالسا في قيظ الصحراء

فيروز تزبد شوقك لزيارة ضيعة حملاية و ضيعة تنورين عساك تلتقي بعليا هناك، وعندما تذكر السور الذي كانت تلتقي عنده كل عشية مع حبيبها تحس انها تغني لسورك انت الذي انصهرت عليه ذكريات الطفولة تحت ضغط الايام

عندما تغني فيروز فانها تدخل دون استئذان داخل حياتك وتغير الوقت على ساعتك المنهكة وتنتتقل بك من عالمك المزعج الى عالم اخر، وتذكرك باشخاص نسيتهم من زمن بعيد واحداث دامت لحظات معدودة لكنها عاشت دهرا في ذاكرتك

فيروز...... حبيناها في الصيف و في الشتي، وكتبنا اسمها على الحور العتيق الذي لا يمحيه المطر. فيروز اصبحت جزءا من قهوة الصباح و انين الناي ورنة العود وقبلة المحبوب و حرقة المظلوم ودمعة المغترب، وحنين الام لطفلها والمشرد لوطنه والعجوز لطفولته

فيروز..... عبقري من سماك فيروز

حريقة

Take my breath away

"Dear Doctor, this is a life-saver and I give it to you because you save lives"... Edward

I was reading this short note on a sticker of a life-saver mint that a sick patient gave to me and other members of the team. Edward had a terminal disease in his lungs from smoking and came to the hospital having an infection, then he suddenly became very short of breath and we watched him take his last breaths, gasp for air with his face turning blue and his hands and legs shaking until he gradually stopped breathing completely and was gone. That was the first time I see someone actively dying in front of me without being able to do anything. We had all the equipment and medication which could have brought him back to breathing, at least temporarily, but we didn't interfere because Edward had asked us a few hours before that, when he was more alert and healthy, that in the case his heart and lungs stopped working to let nature take its course and not intervene to bring him back to life.


A lot of patients take these decisions, and sometimes doctors encourage them especially in terminally-ill patients who will only suffer longer if they're placed on a breathing machine. Other patients are totally healthy but are too old and they feel they had a good life and if their heart stopped they don't want anything done for it. Whatever the case is, people who make these critical decisions about their living wishes make these decisions when they are alert and conscious, and when most of them have not known what death or dying is like.


I'm wondering if Edward, while fighting death during the last seconds of his life, would have changed his mind or whether or not he have regretted his decisions and that is something we can never know. However it also wouldn't make sense to keep him on a breathing machine all his life if he is unable to wake up and breathe on his own: he would be basically turned into a "vegetable".

What confuses me, is that some people who are very healthy and have never experienced what death is like make a choice about their end of life and ethically and legally we have to follow their choices, but on the other hand whenever a dying or suffering person asks to end up his/her life that would be considered a murder. We are allowed to let people die although this can be stopped, but we are not allowed to help them die. Those technicalities can either make you a compassionate doctor or a serial killer.

من اخراج فكتوريا عميش

يرد خبر وفاتها في نهاية الاخبار..... تماما كما يرد اسمها في نهاية اي عمل ابداعي

يسلم راسكو، ويسعد صباحكو

Red on Ice

She left & all that reminds of her is the red lipstick on her empty glass… he remembered the way she kissed…

The cozy ‘table for two’ suddenly became very lonely… in his mind he pictured the way she handled the drink… her long beautiful fingers engaging the neck of the cup in a tender hug… he could vividly recall that precious moment when the glass nearly touched her lips… she would blink & for a split second, surrender to the gracious tilt… it was like magic… she took his breath away…

He smiled…& remembered…

The glass stood there… clean & shining as if untouched … the only thing betraying the meeting is the quiet lip-print & the two small cubes of ice swimming in their own tears… as the two cold rocks melted a sad feeling sublimed & filled his heart… everything in front of her chair was perfect… as if she weren’t there…he looked at the glass as if reassuring himself…

He called his favourite waiter & exclaimed pointing to the empty glass: “André… how much is this?”

The waiter looked a little confused & then answered politely: “It’s on the menu sir…I…I really don’t…”-

“No, no…” he smiled… “The glass…how much does the glass cost…?”

The poor waiter only looked increasingly bewildered…

“There’s nothing strange about it man, I want to buy the glass…how much is it…?”

André smiled & whispered that he has to ask about that… he then ran inside & returned with a confident smile…- “It’s original Italian glass sir…&…”-

“Bring me my bill & add its price please, my friend…”

The polite & amazed waiter smiled again & went to fetch the check… as he returned he carried with him a brand new original Italian item…! He proudly presented the clean piece of glassware only to find that his customer has already picked up the used one on the table…

The man paid his bill & threw in a generous tip… As he stood up he slowly emptied the glass of the molten moments & carried it with great care & affection…

- “I brought you a clean one sir!”

- “Thank you André…” he smiled…& walked away…

He left & all that reminds of what he is …is the red lipstick on her empty glass…

Dr. Nakhleh Abu Yaghi
2002
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That's another marvelous story by my friend Nakhleh.
I didn't wait till Valentine's Day to post it because all days of the year can be dedicated to love

Hareega

In Sickness and Health

A girl got married when she was 17. When she turned 22 she was diagnosed with cancer in her ovary. Her husband went after her doctors to write him a statement that the cancer has probably started before the age of 17, so by the time they got married she was already having a cancer even if it was so tiny that no medical test whatsoever could have detected it. What was his motive? He wanted to show the court that he married her with her having the cancer so he won't pay for her treatment and would divorce her without paying any expense after divorce because he did not know that she had cancer by the time they got married.

Everytime I encounter a patient with a debilitating illness I think of their relationship with their partner and how such hard times can be a real test for their relationship, and what happened today proved to me how true that is. I am taking care of a sick young person with a leukemia (blood cancer) and his condition is gradually getting worse. He and his fiancee were told that he probably won't be able to make it at all. His fiancee seemed to be a nice person and I was hoping that she would stand by him during this difficult time.

This morning I went into his bedroom and found an unusually great number of people, and his fiancee told me in tears that they were getting married in the room. I looked at him and behind his oxygen mask he gave me a smile.

Her wedding day was not what exactly like she wanted it to be. It came in the worst situation and the worst place ever to have one, but it was with the right man and that what counts in the end. When she was asked "Will you love him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health", she answered with actions and not words.

When will God smite this bastard??

Pat Robertson stated that God smote Sharon because Sharon was dividing God's land.

There's no land called God's land among Christians. That's all Jewish-based teaching just like most of Robertson's teachings. The whole world was created by God but his kingdom does not belong to this world- check the bible. The Christian's heart should be with God above and with a piece of land on earth below.

As much as I respect religion and faith without exclusions, as much as I started hating a lot of religious men among all religions also without exclusion. I heard that God likes to test the faithful, and maybe he is testing them with the religious people he's sending them.

Miracle in the Mine.... not exactly

Probably you heard the story of the miners in West Virginia.... 13 miners were trapped for almost 2 days in a mine after an explosion. Among the 13, 12 were found dead and one alive. However the news spread initially that twelve of the men have been found alive. The newspapers were printed stating that. A few hours passed by and the sad news came back.... they are all dead but one .... too late for the newspapers though, they came out next morning with the headings: Miners Alive!

Besides the rage and sorrow, one cannot ignore an observation. All the newspapers have made the very same mistake and it was in their headlines. They have reported exactly the opposite of the truth. They are not to blame for that, but it still looks on paper like a scandal.

the mistake was apparent because the 12 men were found dead. The bodies were there to prove it. I'm just wondering if we are being lied to everyday and we can't know it because we cannot see or check for the truth ourselves. I'm not sure if there are many headlines that come out everyday that are exactly the opposite of the truth and we are unable to know it. I just believe that all newspapers can be wrong like they were yesterday. ALL.

ليلة ليلة ليلة

الزمان : ليلة راس السنة

المكان: ناد ليلي في مدينة طوصون الامريكية

الابطال: حريقة وصديقه سعد القادم حديثا من الزرقاء ونحو الف شخص يتداحشون في الملهى

حريقة وسعد كلاهما يحملان زجاجة من جعة ميللر لايت ويقفان قرب المرقص

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و دخلت اربع فتيات لاتينيات الى المرقص وبدان بالرقص ، وبدا لعاب سعد بالسيلان

فجاة، خرج من بين الجماهير الغفيرة شاب حنطي البشرة اشعث الشعر خفيف السكسوكة و اقترب من الفتيات الاربع المنهكمات في الرقص، و بدا يهز قفاه بسرعة شديدة ، قدرها صديقي سعد المهندس ب٧ هيرتز

ولفت انتباه سعد لون بشرة صاحب القفا الرجاجة ، فاتجه صوبه و دقره على كتفه قائلا:

" علي الطلاق انك عربي"
و هنا اضطر حريقة للتدخل فسحب سعد بعيدا عن المرقص نحو البار ووبخه قائلا " اار يو كرايزي؟ احنا مش بالزرقا

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في هذه الاثناء كان صاحب القفا الرجاجة يتوجه نحو سعد الزرقاوي و بوادر الانزعاج ظاهرة على وجهه

تجهز سعد للشجار اما حريقة فوضع الجعة جانبا على طاولة البلياردو واستعد للهرب

نظر الرجل بحدة الى سعد و خاطبه قائلا " اكسكيوز مي، واط ديد يو ساي

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اجابه سعد بثقة لا يحسد عليها "بالله ما انت عارابيك

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فغر الرجل فاه مندهشا ثم ابتسم ابتسامة عريظة اماطت اللثام عن عشرين سنا مسوسا" ايه والله، اني من السعودية، اشلون عرفت

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سعد.... الدم بحن يابا

و عاد ابو سعود ليرقص مع انتونيلا و صديقاتها، و اكمل حريقة و سعدا احتفالاتهما حتى الثانية صباحا عندما اعلن عاملو الملهى ان موعد اغلاق الملهى قد حان ، وسط صيحات الاستهجان من الرواد

و سالني سعد بغضب عارم " لويش هال ماذار فاكارز بسكرو عالثنتين؟؟"
اجابه حريقة "هيك قوانين الولاية مان

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استشاط سعد غاضبا لانه لم يستطع تعليق ايا من الفتيات السكارى اللائي كن يترقوصن بشكل هستيري طوال الليل

طمانه حريقة بصوت هادئ " لا تخاف مان، معك طول السنة

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و قبل الخروج نظر سعد الى الخلف و صرخ في الحشد " هابي نيو يير يا خوات الش

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لم يفهم احد اخر ثلاث كلمات لكنهم اجابوا ببهجة " هابي فاكينغ نيو يير

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و خرج سعد من النادي يتسكع ببطء شديد حتى طلب منه حريقة بادب جم ان يشد براغي طيزه

ترك الشابان المكان، وفي ذهن حريقة اول خطة للعام الجديد..... تناول المنسف كاول وجبة في العام القادم مع صديقه ملحس

Why it sucks to be a doctor

To start with, nobody likes me. Mothers pray day and night for their sons never to meet me. If any of your friends or family heard you are visiting me at my office, they'll be concerned and if they heard you have to see more doctors, they'll freak out.

All people hope to never see me near the end of their life. They wish to die suddenly in their sleep, or from a sudden heart attack or a car accident or a plane crash or even be suddenly killed in a terrorist attack than to die slowly with me around, no matter how much care and effort I'll be trying to provide to people. All the prayers focus that my face won't be the last thing people will see before they die. Even I feel sorry for people who die that way.

People think I'll be damn rich not knowing that when I'll turn thirty I won't be having a single shilin in my pocket, let alone not be in debt.

When I eventually ask people for money for their visits, they'll talk about the inhumane doctor who works for money, but they have no problem in paying ten times that amount of money to watch Hayfa Wahbi shaking her body.

It's almost impossible for men to miss an invitation to lunch or an important sport match, and rarely do ladies miss their appointment with a hairdresser, but when it comes to missing a doctor's appointment that's perfectly ok. Who hasn't ever missed a doctor's appointment for God's sake?

I see people dying from terminal disease yet have to answer them when each asks "When will I get better?"
I see old people left alone to die and worse I see their families showing up once they do telling me I could have prevented his death from the cancer that has eaten his body.

I see women getting divorced when they lose one breast and children being beaten almost to death and young girls being impregnated by their father.

Unlike other people, if my patient cusses me and my family I have to ask about what's bothering him- and for readers don't think of cussing bcoz I'll kick your ass ;) I can spend the whole night trying to stabilize one patient and next morning when he wakes up he'll carry his bag and walk away saying how bad he was treated because because the water in the shower wasn't too warm or the food didn't have enough salt.

Even if people didn't pay a penny for their health care they usually won't look for a way to thank you, but a way to sue you. They smoke for 50 years and drink and are one human being overweight however they blame me they got a heart attack.

If you see a doctor smiling, he's not necessarily happy. It's only part of his job.

Rated R, based on a True Story...

هذه المحادثة يوم عيد الميلاد في احد المنازل العربية في الولايات المتحدة الاميريكية

تجلس في السيتتينغ رووم عائلة كبيرة من ضمنها حريقة

الموضوع: جدال حول قطعة من الارض وعما اذا كان من الظروري تعزية احدى العائلات برجل توفي قبل اسبوع

تبدا عفيفة (ام سام) النقاش اللاهب: شفتو جاسر قال بدو اياني ابيعو حصتو بالارظ و ماييبي يدفعلي حقها عسنة

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و هنا انفجر زوجها سلمان صارخا: والله هال اسسهول اذا بحلش عنا لالعن ابو شنباته

بسام قاعد عالجاعد جنب سلمان وطس نفخ ارجيلة على الحضور معلقا " مش قلتكلكو وي شودنت توك معو اخو هالعرصة

في هذه اللحظة احس سام ابن العشرين والذي سكب اربعة غالونات من الجل على شعره المصدي في الصباح، احس انه بصفته رجلا

الان ان عليه ان يعلق

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فسحب الارجيلة من خاله بسام و شفط نفس ثم صمت لخمس ثوان و نطق الجوهرة

" ك** اخت هال لااايف"
ثم عادت عفيفة لتعلق " قال مفكرني ناسية شو سوا مع رحمة اخوي بالبيت لما بيعه حصته بيه بالنايتي سيفين

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سلمان ..." مش بقلك اسسهول وابن شرم

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بسام ... " انا اخر مرة قعدت معه قلتله فايس طو فايس اتفه على ز*رك انت مش زلمة

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سام ... " ك* اخت هال لااايف

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و في هذه اللحظة استرعى انتباه تيسيير (تيرري) ان حريقة جديد على الجلسة وريما يجب تغيير الموظوع

تيرري... سمعتو عن ابو عبدة ، ابدكوش تروحو تعزو ؟
سلمان.... " انا بروحش، بس مات ابوي الله يرحمه....
ام سام..... "تعيش"

بسام.... "تعيش"

تيرري... "تعيش"

ابو تيرري "تعيش"

سام " ك* اخت هال لااايف

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سلمان مكملا ".... بس مات ما اجا عزاني اخو هالكلبة

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بسام.... " ساقط وكل عيلته ساقطة.... اخوه متجوز قحبة وقال جابلي اياها عالبيت عالثانكس قيفينغ

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وهنا اطبق صمتا كاد يبدوا ابديا على الجلسة، فقد استنتج سلمان و عفيفة ان بسام عمل عشاء اثناء الثانكس قيفينغ في منزله دون ان يدعيا اليه
و كسر تيرري حاجز الصمت الرهيب .... " انا بقول واحد من الفاميلي لازم يروح يعزي، اي ما بصيرش هيش

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ونظر الجميع صوب ربيع الشاب المهذب الجالس في الزاوية

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سلمان " ربيع ابيش غيرك يروح يعزي الاسسهول

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ربيع "بس والله يا عمو لا بعرفو ولا بعرف عيلتو ولابعرفوني

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وهنا احتد صوت بسام " بس انت اقرب واحد عليه، فيفتيين مينتس من عل هاي واي وبتكون عنده، انت زاببوزد تروح عنده مش احنا

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و هنا انسل حريقة من بين الجماهير الغفيرة واتجه صوب المطبخ ونادى على ابن خالته وبدئا يدقان بما تبقى من سدر المنسف....

Sleep in heavenly peace....

Another Silent Night in Baghdad.....

Merry Christmas!

Diary from Arizona.... Bart TWO

I don't know if i've mentioned that before my i love my underwear- kalaseen. In america most grown-ups wear boxers, but i adore el kalsoon and i treat it with respect and will never get rid of it. Obviously my family remembered that and they sent me 2 pieces of kalsoon that i have forgotten in Amman six months ago with their friends who were coming to Ariozna, and the friends called me telling me that they have "el-gharath" so i drove 2 hours to phoenix to bring "el-gharath".

One of the reasons i left my previous apartment was because many strangers have touched my kalsoon- ok don't get me wrong, i left them in the laundry machine for a week (i was busy jeez), and there's one laundry room to serve the whole compound i live in. Eventually the apartments manager gabba3at ma3o o 7aka hatha abu el kalaseen el double X-large etha bedoosh yeeji ysheel kalaseeno ana bashelllo iyyahom, so once after i ran off kalaseen i remembered my good old kalaseen in the laundry and i went there to pick them up, and i found them out of the laundry machine on a table nearby , forjeh lal raye7 wel jaay welli beddo yakhodlo kalsoon ye3mal menno baradi aw sharshaf lal tawleh bye3mall, so i was mad and i decided that if it comes to my kalaseen i am out of here.

So I moved to a new apartment. My mother visited me 3 months ago and cooked me mlookhiyyeh, and left it in the fridge so i would have it the next day. I forgot to eat it next day and the day after it became too stinky to be eaten, but i was disgusted to throw it away. I wasn't disgusted by the dirty socks on my sofa or the 3-cm think layer of dust on every surface in my apartment, but i was disgusted from a 2-day old mlookhiyyeh. Those 2 days became 3 months and i witnessed the evolutionary change of a green mlookhiyyeh into white then black then colorless all in my fridge. Eventualy my friend was afraid my neigbors would think i'm hiding a dead body in my place, so he himself threw the mlookhiyyeh away, 100 feet far from my apartment.

Some of the teams i worked with were strange. Once my supervisor was the husband of another doctor my level in the team. They were both Indians and newly married, and it was easy to feel the romance of the newly-wed coubble in the team. He preteneded to be el za3eem wel team leader bas awal ma teeji marto begleb zay el bisseh o beblasho yetbassamo la ba3ath o mesh nages ella yetla3 3ala shajara o yseer yghanneelha chukarmare mankoo. Later I worked in another team where everybody from doctors to pharmacists to medical students were women, and they tried to be as much professional as they can, bas walla kont mestashgefli akamenn wa7deh, bejanneno o bettaakalo bi kharaahom. Working with women all that time made me know the best ways of waxing, dealing with PMS, and who are the sexiest ten men alive.

I am discovering Tucson more and more. It's really nice but a special area is the South. Eveyobdy there is latino who would commit suicide if restaurants stopped making burritos. Many of the mehhhicanos are illegal, so Seyadet el Ra2ees george bush sharrafna bi zayara la Tucson last month where he had a speech starting with a very intelligent observation .... "Those who enter the country illegally violate the law."
so based on that genius statement you can conclude how effective his visit was in solving that problem

It's also a poor area, and you can still see some old Volks beatle cars not working and 4 big men pushing the car bi nuss deen el shoob edfesh ya alejandro o dezz men 3endak ya santiago and they're sweating all over o bantaloonhom full of sweat msa7wel o nuss teezhom embayneh bi nuss el share3.....


Another thing people enjoy there is cocaine, it's sold everyhwere and we always get patients
who've been smoking it men for ages. They get very sick and we treat them for a long time, and just before they leave bag3od ma3hom o bamsek el mareed o ba7keelo ma benfa3 haik ya ostaaz ortega you have to stop smoking this shit, bi7keeli mashi wala yhizzak, but after he leaves home bog3odlo jalset ons with his amigos o berja3elna 3al ICU mesh gader yetnaffas.


I got the chance to travel some places outside Tucson. I visited my sister in suburbs of Chicago, and when my mom visited me we went to Vegas and it was nice to meet some relatives there. I wasn't impressed by the fake eiffel tower fake venice or fake pyramids but i what i liked the most was the very real giant TV screens in hotels that broadcast live sport events. Each screen of these is larger than my apartment. I might end up watching the world cup there, i can't wait till it starts... all what i care for is to see Argentina kicking some Brazilian ass and after that i don't care if Argentina loses 10-0 to Saudi Arabia I just want Brazilians to know that maybe they play soccer well but they are not god.

Xmas is coming soon happy holidays , it's so strange how it's more acceptable to say merry x-mas in jordan than it is in america. Next time someone would tell me happy holidays i migh tell him send me your mama so i can enjoy my holiday. Anyway Xmas is boring here, there's one neighborhood where all hosues are decorated for Xmas, otherwise you'd feel that Xmas is more enjoyable in afghanistan than it is in tucson.

Diary from Arizona ....

ta7iyyeh gawiyyeh men Arizona 3aroos el janoob o bawabbeh America 3ala el makseek


Winter has started in this beautiful city and I'm so happy we got rid of the heat, it was unbearable.During summer time people were almost celebrating in Tucson after breaking our local record of 39 consecutive days with a temperature greater than 100 F, o lalli ma be3raf ye7seb 100 F is 40, o lalli be3raf ye7seb it's 37.8, to me and everyone else these numbers were bullshit, they only help in putting Tucson in the news because there was no other way to do so. No matter what numbers were, summer here was a real hareega, and everyone had to develop his own ways of survival. Ya3ni when you visited someone awal eshi bethayfook is water, and you gotta drink what equals to sahreejain mayy everyday to avoid getting dehydrated. When I sat in the car i avoided rubbing my ass frequently with the seat because any unncessary friction could start a tragic fire.

Nuss el ma7allat has "Sun" and "Desert" and "heat" in their names, pretty much like we have hussain in our companies and swaag el khothra.

People still can't pronounce or spell my name correctly, both my first and last name. They can spell and pronounce the names of all qaeda members well but when it comes to Masannat I become Matasat or Masafat, and sometimes they just say Dr. Masa as in masa el khair yes3ed masakom. My first name is never said correctly and now I'm being called Fairoz since there's another resident with me from Pakistan whose name is Fairoz-and he's a guy by the way, so both of us are now Fairoz. Once I wondered if he had a great voice but after i heard him singing i got diarrhea for three weeks with strange nightmares and some depression.

Finally I decided to play Karate. I started taking classes in July and in 10 days I announced my retirement. My coach was a lady in her mid-50s and she taught me some basic moves and then we started playing karate... in the beginning i thought to myself "hal men el rujooleh enni athrob 7orma??" Well I didn't need to think a lot because that 7orma rafhsat bi batni, she then slowed down and kept teaching me more basic movements in the next 2 classes, and by the third classes i joined the rest of the class. The rest of the class consisted mainly of 8-12 year old kids, i wanted to beat the hell out of them, but once i saw them fighting with each other i realized that i'm the weakest person in the whole training center.

The coach introduced me to the rest of the class and despite the size difference i could easily spot those 10-year old chinese kiddos looking at me and smiling very confidently thinking "ta3aal ya abu karsh bedna nemsa7 el ard feek mase7". I had a flashback form when I was 6 years old practising Karate and they had to kick me out after i refused to take the white belt exam because i was crying all the time. This time i wasn't crying but during the entire class kont ga3ed 3am bakhra ta7ti so i eventually decided to quit playing before i would become the joke of the karate center........

Conversation with a very old man

This conversation took place between me and an old man suffering from Alzheimer's Disease, which caused him to have a severe dementia (loss of memory)

I was examining how bad his symptoms were

Hareega : "When did the bleeding start sir?
Patient: "I think i had it for a very long time" - his nursing home said it was 2 days only.
Hareega: "Sir do you have a family I can talk to?"
Patient : "I don't know" - and he smiled
Hareega: "I mean do you have a wife, daughters, sons....etc??"
Patient "I don't know" - now he started laughing.
Hareega : "Do you know where are you now sir?"
Patient "Mississippi" - we were in Arizona
Hareega : "Ok Sir do you know who is the president?"- common question to test general knowledge

Patient smiling "yes it's Ronald Reagan"
and as if he realzied he was wrong, so he asked me "No?? Not Reagan?? What happened to him?"

I avoided answering because Reagan died of Alzheimer's Disease and I didn't want to upset my patient, but then i thought hell what he's gonna forget my answer pretty soon.

I left the room and called the nursing home to get more details about his condition and check whether or not he has a family. I felt so sorry for this man and how he is unable to remember over 80 years in his life and the close people he knew and lived with for a very long time.

We figured out later that he had colon cancer which cannot be removed and it would kill him in months. We tried to contact his family for a long time but couldn't reach any for over 2 weeks.

I used to feel pity for that man but now I feel he is so lucky he cannot remember anything. He can't remember his so-called family who have not asked about him for a long time, he can't know when will he die or how bad his disease is. He started living life day by day just like children who don't think of the future. Probably by the time he dies he'll think that the hospital is his house and the patient in the next bed is his brother and the doctors are his children.

I used to feel pity for him but now I feel pity for myself.

(P.S. the picture above is for a different patient, stolen from google)

مستشقفها

والله اني مستشقفكي يا ادريانا ليما

اي لو بلف الكرك كلها بلاقيش احلى منكي

يلعن عمر ستي محلى الطاقية على رااااسكي

حرقتني حرق هالخسة........ بتتاكلي بخراكي يا بنت فرانسسكو

صباح الخير

انحرق البيدر.... و خرب الزيت والزعتر.... والعصفور حزين

اليوم اول صباح الخير بدون ابن دبين
حريقة

Together in the University of Jordan, 35 years ago!!

If by any chance you studied in the University of Jordan in the early 1970s, you probably came across those 2 faces without knowing them.

One is Abdullah Azzam, a professor in Islamic Law , who later became Osama Bin Ladin's spiritual mentor.

The other is John Abizaid, who was attending the Univeristy of Jordan during that period. In 2003 he became the Commander of the US Central Command.

I guess you can tell from the pictures which is which!

Such contradictions!

اتذكر ... تختخ ونوسة ولوزة... ورشيد

My friend Dr. Nakhleh Abu Yaghi has an outstanding talent in writing,
He allowed me to steal some of what he wrote to place them in my blog

This is something he wrote at the beginning of the war on Iraq in 2003....
hope you'll enjoy it
Hareega

أتذكر... أتذكر جيداً حصص الإجتماعيات... كان هناك وطن عربي من الشام لبغدان... كان هناك يمن شمالي و يمن جنوبي... كنا ننسى أن النيل يمر بالسودان أيضاً... كان لكل بلد صادرات وواردات... حقول النفط في ليبيا جاءت في الإمتحان النهائي...

أتذكر بعض كلام عن كامب ديفيد و عن رجل يدعى السادات و عن غضب على مصر البلد الذي تأتي منه المسلسلات على التلفزيون...

كنت أعرف لاعباً مشهوراً اسمه جمال أبو عابد سجل هدفاً من بعيد في مرمى العراق... لكن لاعباً آخر اسمه أحمد راضي كان دائماً يسجل فينا الأهداف... أحمد راضي ذهب مع رفاقه ليلعبوا في كأس العالم... الكل يشجع العراق و أحمد راضي... كانوا يلبسون الأخضر الزاهي اما الآن فالمنتخب العراقي يتشح بالسواد...

كانت معلمتي تنهرني إذا وجدت في يدي أحد "الألغاز"... "إقرأْ شيئاً مفيداً !" كانت تقول... كنت أهز رأسي و ما أن تبتعد حتى أغوص في الكتيب الصغير فألتهمه التهاماً... كان لهذه المغامرات أبطال كثيرون... محب و نوسة و لوزة و عاطف و تختخ... ثم كبرت قليلاً لأكتشف أن ذات الكاتب محمود سالم قد خرج بسلسلة جديدة تدعى "الشياطين ال13"...

كانت قصصهم جادة أكثر لكن هذا لم يكن بيت القصيد... كانوا فريقاً من مختلف الدول العربية و قد اختيرت أسماؤهم بعناية... رقم 1 أحمد من مصر... رقم 2 عثمان من السودان (اسم شائع جداً هناك حتى أن أحد زملائي الأطباء من السودان اسمه عثمان!)... وهناك بوعمير من الجزائر و زبيدة من تونس و سعد من السعودية (كان يربي سكسوكة جميلة ) ... وهناك شاب من فلسطين وآخر من سوريا و صبية من الأردن... وربما خانتني الذاكرة في بعضهم لكنني أتذكر جيداً أن رقم 13 كان من العراق... كان فتياً وسيماً و ذكياً جداً و كان اسمه ... رشيد

فتحت خزانة الكتب فطالعني شريط عمري بأكمله... كتب قليلة من أيام المدرسة... تاريخ الأدب العربي... القضية الفلسطينية... المجتمع العربي... كتب السنة الأولى في الجامعة... كيمياء و فيزياء و أحياء و كتاب بغيض عن علم الخلية... أخذ صدري يضيق و أزحت مراجع الجراحة و السيكولوجيا أبحث عن كتاب صغير بحجم الكف...

أكتشفت أنني أملك قصصاً كثيرة لنجيب محفوظ و توفيق الحكيم و الجزء الأول من الشوقيات...! من تحت الغبار انتزعت مغامرة ذات غلاف أسود رسم عليها شيطان صغير معقوف الذيل... "اللص الألكتروني" كان العنوان... و على الغلاف السعر بالعملات العربية المختلفة... عشرة قروش... تملكني ذلك الشعور القديم بالتشويق و تذكرت تفاصيل القصة كلها... كان الشياطين عائلة واحدة... يحمون بعضهم و يتعاونون لنصرة الخير...في حكاياهم لذة لا تقاوم...روح الفريق و العائلة و الأصحاب... و رائحة الوطن العربي الواحد...فتحت الكتاب على عجل كمن يشتاق لرؤية أصحاب العمر... طالعتني الأسماء و الصور القديمة و عبق الأيام الخوالي... وجدت أحمد من مصر و الأسمر عثمان من السودان و الجميلة ريما من الأردن...بحثت بحثت ولم أجد رشيد

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نخلة الياس أبو ياغي

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Hopefully one day, someone will find Rasheed ..

Sweet Revenge In Frankfurt

Argentina will play in the group of death, with Holland, Serbia (a powerful team) and the Ivory Coast (one of the strongest teams in Africa).

Argentina will be looking to kick some Dutch ass on June 21st in Frankfurt, to take revenge from their loss in the final eight in 1998 in France.

Enjoy the pictures above from their encounters in 1978 Final Match when Argentina thrashed Holland 3-1 to win the cup, and 20 years later when Holland won 2-1 by Bergkamp's goal in the final minute. the first picture is funny!

Click on the picture to enlarge.

شريف جدا جدا

حرامي لنغ ٢٠٠٥ نازل عالسوق

مستر شريف محمود شريف الحسن ، لطش ابو ٢٥ مليون ليرة و شلف

والتاس الله يعينها بس ما زال بنظحك عليها وبتصدق اي واحد بلبس بدلة و بطلعلها ورقتين ثلاثة تثبت انه مستثمر، و تثق به اكثر واكثر اذا كان جده وجدك مع بعض بنفس المدرسة (غالبا ما تكون كلية الحسين او الكلية الاسلامية)

على اية حال... ماذا يجني الانسان لو ربح العام كله و خسر نفسه

The Middle Class in Jordan : Yeslam Raasko

The presence of a big middle class is vital. It's the class the fills the gap between the rich and the poor, and as this class increases in size, the gaps starts to narrow. In Jordan, such gaps between the very poor and the very rich have existed, but never as bad as they are now.

In old days, it wasn't easy to distinguish a rich family from a less fortunate one. Both lived in the same area, both put on the same clothes and even both had the same kind of car. Despite the variable income from one to another, the rich maintained living a simple life and used the extra money they had mostly on education. This kind of simplicity was unifying.

What we're seeing now is an unbelievable gap between the 2 classes that exist in Jordan, and the middle class consists only of those who are not very rich in Jordanian standards or very poor, and most of this class are people who strive daily to avoid falling into poverty.

The essentials are getting more expensive. It's heart-breaking to see very smart students who cannot make it to a public university because they cannot afford 400 JDs for registration and tuition fees. A lot of people limit their transportation because they can't afford going on a bus more than 2-3 times a day, while expensive cars are driven by 18 yr-old men who believe they are the middle class because their parents cannot afford more expensive cars that their friends have.

As the financial gap widens, the emotional gap between people widens, and they start feeling they live in 2 different countries and will hardly feel for each other. The rich will treat the poor as someone who's naive, illiterate, stupid and a potential thief. The poor will look at the rich as a corrupt bastard who didn't work hard to become rich. Based on events from our recent history, Jordanians will not take it, and I hope it won't be too late before the government recognizes that.

How much can these children love America?

Will these Iraqi children remember the day people were allowed to vote more than the day they lost their parents ?

Will they think of this was as a war on terror or a war of terror?

This war has transformed each of these children to a potential "Bin Ladin" when they grow up.

Can't Americans stop singing "we didn't start the fire" for just one day?

George Bush: Enemy of Humans

Geroge Bush started the dirty war telling his people that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction,
used against innocent civilians,


Well, he's right,

Weapons of mass destrution were used in Iraq, but only a year ago in Fallujah.

Watch this documentary from an Italian TV channel, and thank God that America is not occupying your country.

In English: http://www.truthout.org/docs_2005/printer_110805Z.shtml (and click on the link)
If it's not working... http://www.web-world.ch/mirror/fallujah/

In Arabic: http://www.thepencil.org/mm/iraqus.htm

Treatment of homosexuals!!

I'd be very interested to see how will UAE officials -not doctors- treat homosexuals.

It's been shown time and time again that homosexuals have normal sex hormone levels. Hormones do not determine sexual orientation. Their levels might affect the libido (interest in sex) and the sexual functions such as erections.

Many people (not doctors) think that a low testosterone level causes someone to become gay. That is not true. I knew that the gays caught in UAE will be given hormonal treatment. I suppose they'll be given a male hormone, either testosterone or something like it. What this will do is increase their libido and interest in sex, so they would want more to have sex with other men and In case they're going to prison in those tiny cells with many other males that can be a bit dangerous.

Once officials stop giving the testosterone, the body will not be able to make its own because it's dependent on an external source of testosterone, so the levels of testosterone will be very low.

The other possible hormonal therapy is an anti-androgen, something to suppress the tesosterone to suppress the sex drive. What that might do is destory those men's sexual function and let them grow up big breasts! I find this very sick.

Such therapies are totally inhuman and non-medical. It all revolves around politics. Politicans in UAE want to win the public support by treating gays like guinea pigs, and America which abused human rights both directly and indirectly is complaining of such treatment to people they do not care about. Politics is such so dirty that the scientists' opinion comes last even it's the only one which should count.