Come what may (a poem)

I plea to thee to let me be

For I my lord await to see

What lies beneath the strings and threads

What runs deep a heart yet dreads.

A heart shall scream a heart shall preach

The tongue reveres the silent speech

I shall not say I shall not whisper

For I my lord the silent sufferer,

Await as well the break of dawn

Escaping dreams, awaking own

I pray, I beseech the force of heart

Thy tell the trees and woods apart

And feel the love I bare for you

So strong so deep and yet so true

Oh, my lord, should you me see

My savior, my hero, you will be

And I will owe my life to thee

My love, my soul and all of me

Will be thy own I pledge my lord

As such your heart, your fearless sword

Until the day, my lord, I’ll stay

Your own forever, come what may 

Israa Thiab, December 20th 2007

Watch through the end, watch and learn « Varg Blog

Watch through the end, watch and learn « Varg Blog

Watch through the end, watch and learn

before I say anything I just want you to see this amazing clip and after that you can continue reading, and please do comment:

it was my good luck that I stayed up this night, the night of December 4th, till 2 am, where I got to watch this clip running during a program called ”icaught’.

in the beginning I thought, that poor little Buffalo had it coming, thinking that this is the way nature is, and that this is the harsh nature law we were once told about, nature is indifferent and in nature the strongest rules.

and as I watched that infant of animal being nipped at and fought over by lions and a crocodile, I thought how hard can it get, and I thought that’s it, he’s a “dead meat”…until I saw that herd of buffaloes coming back to the rescue, to stick to a little one of their own, and I couldn’t believe my eyes, a herd… a whole herd of non-thinking animals came back so organized and so structured to fight for themselves, and they won, they stood up against the king of all animals, the brutal predator of all, and they won!!! and that little Buffalo turned out to be such a survivor!!! I laughed, I rejoiced, I was struck with that act, and I was happy as if I had a victory of my own….

don’t you think it’s amazing… don’t you think it is something to learn from coming out from something we ‘ironically” look down at!!!

don’t you think it’s also shameful, that we, the only thinking and speaking species, are not able to come up with such an act to subdue all injustice… don’t you really feel ashamed??? because I personally do. 

right now… at this moment, I’m experiencing a weird mix of emotion, you can call it an over reaction if you wish, but I still can’t and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over this…

A Tribute to my father

“This is a letter I wrote last year to my late father and posted on my facebook account, and I believe it should be published here as well, this goes to all of those out there who lost a beloved one, and it goes to all our beloved ones”

“Three more days to my father first year memorial, not that I’m feeling differently about it, but I think it takes one a long time to over come such an event.

Of course this is not a post of nonsense talk or sentimental crap, not at all, it’s meant to be away to keep a promise I once made, a promise of remembrance and loyalty to my late beloved father, my mentor and my hero”

Dear Father:

Soon it will be a year since your departure from our lively physical world, as much as you have tried your best to prepare us for a day as such, telling us that death is a fact of life, that sooner or later we will have to deal with this fact and just learn to move on, never once did it occur to our little minds that this would apply, and indeed nothing prepared us for the pain and agony we have felt ever since.

Dear Father,

I for once did not learn to move on, I learnt that life moves on Whether you like it or not, thus you’ll just have to be a part of it Whether you like it or not.

Almost a year has passed ,,, a year full of events, some happy and some just not as much, yet none seemed to leave any memory or even go as for as initiating a reaction, things have radically changed, the house is no longer a home without your resonating voice or your practical jokes, the library is dusty and is turning into a scene to see rather than a utility to be used, there are no piles of books or sheets of scrap paper all over the guest room for mom to complain about, even the phone has been calm ever since you left.

My Beloved Dad,

It’s a shame it took me your death to finally realize you, it’s a shame that never once I showed my gratitude to you or to god for having you. and since there would be no other chance or way to do so, I will just keep hoping that the words I wrote and the ones I will write do reach you where ever you are.

I’m grateful for having spent 24 years of my life having you, even if I felt I wanted more, I’m grateful for my times of childhood I was tagged for being daddy’s little girl, even if it ended up with a generations clash, I’m grateful I got to learn a lot from your wisdom, even if I still needed to learn more, I’m also grateful for your painless quick passing, even if it was shocking, and above all I’m grateful for being there when you left, even if it meant many sleepless nights afterwards.

Dad,

This gratitude associates pain, and associates a certain feeling of nostalgia, I really miss you mocking me for things I didn’t know, I miss having you as my prank body when we used to annoy the hell out of mom, I miss my fights and quarrels with you over Darwin’s theory of evolution, I miss getting you a cup of water just before you sleep in case you woke up because of a stupid asthma attack, I miss your rationality and compassion, I miss our little walks in the yard pretending to have a picnic, Dad I miss you.

I know I’d be speaking on behalf of all of us when I say, as much as you have been our beloved father, you were also our mentor and guide, our friend, our consultant and advisor, and some times our subject of jokes and/or practical jokes, and since we all know what you have been through since your early childhood to the last days of your life, from having to undergo a surgery without Anastasia to being subpoenaed for political activity, you have been and still are our true hero, our role model.

May your soul rest in peace where ever you are, and may we all be exactly as you want us to be of course with some mistakes here and then, because we all know no body’s perfect, even Ameen Thiab’s off springs

Your youngest daughter

2SRA3

the Next Che Guevara

it’s been 6 years now since the alleged “war against terrorism” started…. for no other reason but to protect the dignity of humanity….

 but I guess what we are witnessing today gives a clear idea of what has been truly achieved.

this “legitimate” war against terror made things like genocides, massacres, torture, mutilation, occupation, exploitation and many other internationally forbidden acts of violence and human rights violations legitimate.

in the name of this war, children were killed, women were raped, houses were destroyed or stolen, prisoners were tortured, bodies were mutilated, things one would consider inhumane under normal circumstances are now considered justified… and worse yet they are the means by which violence should be stopped…  

and that’s not it all, it’s not just about human beings you know, no one ever considered this, but the greenhouse gas emissions of the U.S. military forces equals that of Finland, that fact on the long run will give out disastrous result.

have we during the last six years to stopped to think of what on earth is going on… are we fools to follow a fool, a man who’s occupied with war and blood he can’t see beyond his own nose, an average ”C” achiever to say the least…

haven’t we seen enough of the American arrogance and tyranny over the past 60 or 70 years… an arrogance that caused us nothing but pain and humiliation, yet we still obey.

I hereby pledge to fight against all injustice in the world, I pledge to open the eyes of the world to see how complicated our lives have become by our own deeds, I promise to move from place to place revolt against our inhumane lifestyles, and motivate the good in people, I promise to fight against capitalism that took our humanity away and turned us into a numerical representation rather than a voice to be heard, and feelings and thoughts to be fulfilled, I hereby declare the start of my own revolution towards simplicity and good, I promis to be the next Che Guevara… 

so if you are frustrated with our global system and want to be a part of a change please be a leader of your own and promise change just like I did…. and soon after life on earth will no longer be of no importance anymore . 

  

Public Transportation in Jordan

as a Masters Student in a program with a focus on Environment Management and Policy, I was asked to come up with an idea that would reduce the amount of greenhouse gas emissions in my country… in the beginning it was quiet difficult to think of something considering the Jordan for most part is not an industrial country, yet and while riding a taxi cab and idea just struck me.

I started thinking why do we find it easier to take taxi cabs or buy our own cars, other than to satisfy the social accepted human ego, we do that because we can rely on the current network of public transportation to get us to where we want, when we want, and then I started thinking what if we had a properly structured public transportation system, having buses coming in at a specific station on specific times, wouldn’t be much appealing to use since it would be much cheaper? and if we pointed out how much it really costs to for a taxi per person service, and when I say cost I mean the ecological footprint of such a service as in how many trees cut, how much Carbon Dioxide emitted, how many ice glaciers are melted and so on and so forth, would be people feel more obligated to use public transportation? is this issue worth exploring and exploiting, would do you think, please give me your feedback here I’d really appreciate it 

Hello world!

heard a lot about blogs, blogging and bloggers thinking well… I don’t think I have time for this…until a friend of mine, a fellow blogger now, advised me to start my own blog since he knew of my passion towards writing and sharing ideas, after all this is what blogs are for…

 so here we go bloggers…. this is my first post, and since I don’t really have anything to say right now, which rarely happens by the way… I decided that I’ll write nothing… So:

NOTHING