Retirement Options

I do not believe in retirement as an unproductive phase of living, but I would like it as a commitment free productive one..

Retirees can contribute a lot to the public life and people around.. They can offer without stresses of earning living (at least not for a long shopping lists).. Thus, their products are usually aesthetic, perfectionist and innovative..

This is the type of retirement I'm looking for.. 

Yet, the biggest question is: Where??

A Tale of Two

Energy footprint 

They met in a lovely day at a peaceful spot

It was a bright wishful all the way

In a sinless pure world of no time and no history

They had wed within magical tunes and amazing aurora

No matter who’s who: Ebony and Ivory?

All colors defuse and merge

Despite her stammer and his lame; they shared one soul

True happiness holds time to stop and earth to still

…

Suddenly she caught the deadly symptoms

Chemotherapy burnt her hair and skin

He claimed sight illness, then blindness

Allowing her not to feel shame or ugly

Observing nothing but her brilliant soul

…

When she passed away; he kept his white cane

Factually; he became blind

Nothing to watch anymore

…

Love is never measured by hair or sights..!

adil

إمرأة الثلاثين

 

 

 وجدت هذا البروفايل المتميز والذي يَعدم مثيله

ولست أملك من التقدير لصاحبته سوى

أن أنشره ليبقى شهادة لتفوقها كـ انسان ، كـ إمرأة ، وكـ عربية

كلماتها تجسد الروح والجمال والتفوق والعفوية لديها

فكم هي حلم كل إنسان ، كل رجل

كم أتمنى لو كنت صادفتها قبل أن أطرق الستين

 

إمرأة الثلاثين

إمرأة الثلاثين أنا ... وما ادراك ما هم الثلاثينِ

فأكتب فيً ... ترفاً شعراً أوغزلاً ... ما يليق يا سيدي

بنزف الثلاثينِ ولا تأبه بما قد يقولونه عنك

يا عاشقاً إمرأة الثلاثين لا تقترب

لا تحاول لمس شيب العمر ... فدمعي لن يروق لك

ولن يليق بك أبدا جرحي ... فأمضي في طريقك

ولا تلتفت كي لا تأسف على عمرٍ ... قضيته في حضرة إمرأة الثلاثينِ

 
أنا إمرأة خرجت من رحم السنوات

فأدنُ مني قليلاً

لامس سنواتي بكفيك لترى بأم عينك كم هي موحشةُ إمرأة الثلاثين

رغم ما مضى ... اتشبث بحقوقي لديك ... وأطالب بحبك

ذلك الحق الشرعي

آخر مطالب القلب ... قبل أن يفارقني .. وقار الثلاثين

فلماذا توجست مني خوفاً وأنا

لا انا من المغضوب عليهم .. ولا قلبي من الضالين

أنا فقط إمرأة أقف على عتبة الثلاثين

 

أتكلم باسم كل النساء

مانريده من الرجال لايُباع ... ولا يُمكن للصين ولا لتايلاند أن تقوم بتقليده

أو إغراق الأسواق ببضاعة رجاليّة تفي بحاجات النساء العربيّات

ذلك أنّ الشهامة والأنفة والتقوى والنخوة ... تلك خصال ليست للبيع

بل إنّ مجرد سردها هنا يدفع للابتسام ويشعرنا بفداحة خسارتنا وضآلة ما بحوزتنا

اختفاء الرجولة لم يلحق ضررًا بأحلام النساء ومستقبلهنّ

بل بالكون وبقانون الجاذبيّة

ولاننكر أن مكاسب المرأة عبر التاريخ كانت بفضل فرسان منقذين

سنظلّ نحلم أن تكون لنا بهؤلاء الرجال قرابة

أن نكون لهم أمّهات زوجات حبيبات

 

أولئك الذين يسكنون أحلامنا ... الذين يأتون ليبقوا ليحموا

كم مرّة سنقع بحبّهم بالدوار ذاته ... باللهفة إيّاها

غير معنيّات برماد شعرهم وبزحف السنين بملامحهم ليشيخو مطمئنّين

لا الزمن ... لا المرض ... لا الموت سيقتلهم من قلوبنا

نحن"النساء" لايمكن لهؤلاء أن نُقصيهم من حياتنا لأنّنا بفضلهم موجودات

كلّ مانريده هو أن نحافظ عليهم

وعلى شيم الرجال التي أبهرتنا يوماً

وما عدنا اليوم نعثر عليها

عذراً ايها "الرجال" ... سنصلي دائماً بأن يرزقنا أمثال هؤلاء الرجال

My Turkish Destinations

 

 Since visited Istanbul, the love of this Metropolis had invaded my heart.. It is an hour flight to most Europe.. It is the kick start of Orient Express.. The leader of the Euroarians.. The hub for mythical Islam.. The land of contradictions and matches as well.. The paradox of facts and necessities..!!
 

The living mystery of history and future..
It is the non-Arabic Islam in its utmost flourish..

No wonder that thousands of visionaries had chosen to reside.. 

 

For my retirement inshallah, I had chosen the guardian on northern intake of the Bosporus: Rumeli Feneri or Anadolu Feneri..

 

You all will be most welcomed.. inshaallah..

 

 

Rumeli Feneri

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumeli_Feneri

 

 

 

 

Anadolu Feneri

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anadolu_Feneri

 

 



 

 

 

 

The Dream Turkish Home

 

 

 

 

Istanbul.. Istanbul..

 

 

 

Princess..

Princess

Vielleicht bin ich nicht dein Märchenprinz
Vielleicht bin ich nicht deine wunderbaren Traum
Vielleicht bin ich nicht perfekt zu Ihnen passen
Aber ich kann hören, wenn Ihr Herz schlägt
Ich sehe deine Tränen lächelt
Ich spüre deine unausgesprochenen Worte

Dennoch, ich träume von Ihrem wunderbaren Funken
Die Magie des freudigen Augen
Die Segnungen, die Form deines Seins
Sie sind ein aufrichtiges Gebet des Mönchs
Die Helligkeit der Schönheit
Der Stolz einer Prinzessin

Daher kann ich nicht zurückhalten meine Leidenschaften
Können nicht kontrollieren, meine Gedanken
Kann nicht aufhören, den unmöglichen Traum
Kann nicht jemand anders zu sein
Bitte Majestät
Vergib eine Schwäche eines starken Mannes
Accept eine Entschuldigung von einem unschuldigen
Machen Sie ein Gebet für ein hilfloses

 

Princess

Maybe I am not your Prince Charming

Maybe I am not your wonderful dream

Maybe I am not perfectly match to you

But I can hear your heart beats

I can see your tearful smiles

I can feel your unspoken words
 

Nevertheless; I dream of your marvelous sparks

The magic of your joyful eyes

The blessings that molded your being

You are a sincere prayer of monk

The brightness of beauty

The Pride of a Princess
 

Therefore, I cannot hold back my passions

Cannot control my thoughts

Cannot stop the impossible dream

Cannot be someone else

Please Majesty

Forgive a weakness of a strong man

Accept an apology from an innocent

Make a prayer for a helpless

A Hidden Polytheism..

This is a widely circulated photo of Turkish visiting Q’aba at Makkah.. Their males surround their females, not to be lost, pushed or harassed by others.. Some fanatic appreciated their “Manly” behavior as a model to copy..

I guess it is totally wrong..!!

At Allah’s House, we fear nothing, we consider nothing, we remember nothing; but Him swt..
At His House swt, we own nothing, relate to nothing, and attach to nothing..
Muslim already deviated in most physical attributes..
Now they do in their spiritual ones..

At Q’aba of Makkah, there is only one recognized relation:
Allah swt & His Believers..
Where a Believer loses her/his sense of self..!!
This most sacred relation can’t be shared with any other..

Otherwise it is a hidden Polytheism..!!

Words...

يُسمعني.. حـينَ يراقصُني

كلماتٍ ليست كالكلمات

يروي أشيـاءَ تدوخـني

تُنسيني المرقصَ والخطوات

كلماتٍ تقلـبُ تاريخي

تجعلني امرأةً في لحظـات

يبني لي قصـراً من وهـمٍ

لا أسكنُ فيهِ سوى لحظات

وأعودُ.. أعودُ لطـاولـتي

لا شيءَ معي إلا .. كلمات

 

نزار قباني

 

When we dance, he whispers words

Not alike any other words

He makes me dizzy with his tales

I forget both dance and steps in a moment

His words flip my world
Make me a woman within a moment

Assembling a palace of illusion

Where I only live for a moment

Then; I return back to my seat

With nothing left at this moment

But his words..

 

Nazzar Qabbani

Thank You My Visitors..

9000 visits per Month, and counting..!

Thank you my valuable Visitors..

This attests how I managed to cross borders of Language, Culture and Religion..

In these trouble times of Enterprised Politics, Confused Identities and the unpredictable yet fast growing Millennials

It is deliberately in English media.. not as a universal tools of expression and exchange, but as through, local epistemia are challenged..!!

This is a Commitment rather than an Appreciation..

To sustain it as fair uncolored unpolluted Humane interface..

A window for cultural exchange and conceive..

An endless search for the Truth of Universe and Mankind..

A Glimpse on How Magnificent We Are..

Be Blessed..

Adil

Autopsy of Relationships

Relationships among people vary across the categories of life, business and networks.. Regardless of what a relationship is, it gets complex as per how intimate it becomes.. The “Details” grow among the close ones, whereas they are exposed for lots of activities and exchanges.. The further people get closer, the bigger and obvious the details and fine ingredients are within each couple..


This is how people would “Develop” their relationships from a form into another.. From strangers, to colleagues, to friends, to lovers, to spouses, and to divorcees as well.. Yes, as how love is a friendship that got fire, as how divorce is a marriage that got irreversibly contrasted.. All are related to details and fine issues that sometimes are hard to explain..

Humans are naturally “Optimistic” when it comes to their relationships.. No one anticipates failure when pursuing a form of a relationship.. People are created with built in openness, potentials and integrations.. People only discover how life is not optimistic once their relationships confront any hurdles or problems.. These are the natural frictions and clashes among personalities..

Life can’t be molded or modeled; therefore the “Wisdom” though generations was about creating guidelines that may enable understanding behaviors and motivations.. Providing examples in folkloric tales was always great tool to implant the seeds of the social wisdom within the consciousness.. Also, great deal was entrusted to both precautions and recommendations of actions to be taken..

“Time” is always the true player in formation of dissolve any relationship.. Despite the momentum of emotions or justifications; time would establish the intimacy or the hatred between any couple.. Within the time game, not necessarily that all personal or characteristic details are matching or contradicting, they only grow or fade during the period of interacting and exchange..

No wonder that lovers get closer and more loving by time, while divorcees disintegrate and remarkably differ by time as well.. Successful relations are never 100% match, but 100% “Adaptable” at various fusing points across the relation’s landscape.. The remarkable legacy of Mankind is the mysterious capacity to adapt, integrate and fuse between the persons who are successfully close..

When people meet, they automatically examine each other to their set of values.. The “Fusing” points, are where a couple would successfully meet, or the defusing ones where other divorce; are mysterious enough to gauge.. It vary as how people would vary, with no particular specifications or definitions.. Again, it is all about the details, which if acceptable to someone, it is disgusting for another..

The complexity of psychology is related to those hidden derivatives within the subconscious; which swings both decisions and likeliness as per alarming, appealing or triggering moralities.. Therefore, drastic and dramatic changes may normally occur in the relationships; developing them from a form to another.. “Maturity” is about how to handle or manage this change, not to block or suppress..

While growing up, parents’ behavior, folkloric tales and mass media constitute the expectation gauge.. Every child has these transparent and innocent perceptions about the surrounding people.. Every adolescent has these lovely imaginations about love, fitness and wins.. Every young person has these great conformities on success, achievements and happiness.. No one seriously has a “Plan B”..

Coming from deprived, broken or hierarchical family is the only reason for a person to seriously exercise Plan B within the normal routines.. As how this is against the “Norms”, it breeds exceptional persons at their young age, who are remarkably achievers or criminals..!! However, their relationships with the others are never normal, nor sustainable..

This is a typical autopsy of relationships among people; which is necessary to be presented to abstract any confusing and questionable details.. A person may need to read it more than once, to extract the domains and topics, and ease any meant exercise.. The Bold words are my chosen ones to streamline the sequence..

Power of Love..

It does not require a 2nd thought to realize how this couple are in-love.. It is their own little secret on achieving such extraordinary excellence..

It is a call to love.. and be loved..!

The Claimed Years..!

كنا نتـلاقى من عشيــهـ

و نقعد على الجسر العتيــق
و ينزل على السهل الضبـابِ

يمحي المـدى و تمحي الطريق

و ما حدا يعرف بمطرحـنا
غير السما و ورق تشـرين
و يقللي بحبكـ .. انا بحبكـ

و يهرب فينا الغيم الحـزين

يا سنيني اللي راح ترجعيـلي

ارجعيلي شي مرة ارجعيـلي

و انسيني ع باب الطفولهـ

تااركد بشمس الطرقـات

يا سنين اللي راح تـرجعيلي

ارجعيلي شي مرة ارجعيـلي

رديلي ضحكاتي اللي راحوا

اللي بعدا بزاوايا الساحـات

بتتذكر شو حكــيوا عليي

لما نطرت و انت نسيــت

و صار الشـتي ينزل علــيي

و اجا الصيف و انت ما جيت

يا سنيني اللي راح ترجعيـلي
ارجعيلي شي مرة ارجعيـلي

و انسيني ع باب الطفولهـ

تااركد بشمس الطرقـات

يا سنين اللي راح تـرجعيلي

ارجعيلي شي مرة ارجعيـلي

رديلي ضحكاتي اللي راحوا

اللي بعدا بزاوايا الساحـات

We used to meet at the sunset

Sit on the old bridge

Watching the fog descends on the plain

Erasing both horizon and roads

Our converge was unknown

Apart from sky and October’s leafs

He told me how he loves me

I love you

Then, the sad clouds escaped within us

O my claimed years, would you return
Please return back, though once
Then, leave me at my childhood

Let me run in the sunny alleys

O my claimed years, would you return

Please return back, though once

Restore my claimed laughs
Whose echo at each corner

I remember how they described me

When I waited, though you forgot

Under the rain, I had waited

Till the summer returned, but you did not

O my claimed years, would you return

Please return back, though once

Then, leave me at my childhood

Let me run in the sunny alleys

O my claimed years, would you return

Please return back, though once

Restore my claimed laughs

Whose echo at each corner

Sudanese Simplicity..

Ibrahim Musa wrote:

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

أفكر في بيت في ضواحي الخرطوم البعيييدة و المطلة أو القريبة من البحر وبها كهرباء و ماء ودكان بسيط إسترزق منه حلالاً ويمكن إستخدام الإنترنت لإنزوي فيه ولا أفكر إلا في عبادة الله وزيارة بيته المحرم بالإضافة إلى مواصلة البحث العلمي المستقل قبل أن نصبح قصصاً تٌروى

"I envision a house in Khrtoum's suburbans, overlooking the Nile, with potable water, electricity and internet connection.. Has a small shop to earn living from.. To be apart and away, doing nothing but my worship, visiting Makkah and independent scientific research, before being history..!"

Many years ago, I had had the same plan, at the same magnificent spot, or further South.. Yet, I discovered that sanctuary can’t be progressive, but harmful to the personal content.. We always need the other people to learn, scrutinize and teach.. 

A divine cycle of epistemic sustainability..

Our authentic Sudanese way of life is never superficial, but simple and complacent.. Despite the recent replicas of foreign attitudes and trends; many of us feel the attachment to these rural and naturalistic attributes and simplicities.. Maybe one of the distinctions of the Sudanese mindset is the combination of Spiritual landscape, Simple demands and rich sights..

To My Team with Love..!

The best movie and performance on the teaching profession..

Teaching is not necessarily in schools, but whenever someone conveys to others knowledge, morals and framework to prosper ahead..

These final closing scenes are very dear to me, whereas I went through the same emotional experience when was leaving my team at DIFC in 2007..

Those overwhelmingly moments; which were deeply engraved in my mind and heart..

Till date, and surely till the last day of my life, I shall remember each one of them..

each little detail.. each laugh, stress or smile..

I can't help it but mysteriously love them all..

No wonder, most of them don't understand why I keep tracking them, passionately calling, or meeting from time to another..

Sometime; I wish if time reverts back, and frozen stops..!!

Those Irreversible Times..!

An Angel Sonata..

A Singaporean dream that never diminished..!!

Fairy Tales remind us on those Knights who would only pave their own dignity for their beloved-ones to walk, to honor their dear-ones with their own lives, and to offer their full loyalty to the chosen-ones; despite any temptation..

Yes, such tales revive the noble qualities, and enable justified meanings for our endeavors.. Therefore, they are told to the children as ready to sleep, to dream about the better loveable world.. and to last in their unconsciousness for the goodness..

I was not such a lucky-one in my early age, but later, I did hear my own self, reading the same in the Medieval fictions.. In my teens, I imagined the colorful spectrum of those nicely told novels.. In many strories; close-ups were always dramatic conclusions; a reminder that happiness is just nicely told dreams.. I recall these ideas while decided to write to you my last boring mail..

Regretfully, I could not manage to attract your attention to be Friends; at least.. Realizing how much you are an adorable-friend, with pure heart and soul.. I do have lots of bright-brains around; but I sensed in yours something different, which had made me pushy and silly.. Therefore, I have to stop such immature attempts..

My regret would be very humble, if you would discover one day that some unfortunate events or perceptions; had disabled you to foresee the happy end of my own Fairy Tale..

Sincerely, Be Blessed..

02-Feb-2009

Impact NGOs..

Great movie from a talented director.. but; what's next..?

Among human, animal and machine, returns are phenomenonal.. Human development is unachievable by government monopoly and reliance.. Therefore, NGOs were considered to fill the gaps, bringing change to the core substances..

NGOs are on three types, PR (Public Relations), Recovery and Impact.. Many who are active in Sudan are either PR or Recovery; while driven by imported approaches and priorities..

Despite the hilarious official modes; I think it is time to assemble local Impact ones; which would promote for the simple improvements in way of life among rural and slums.. It is not the cost, but the vision, the will and the know-how..

Once upon a time, I had quitted the political activities, disagreeing on the seriousness to help our folks.. People need simple actions, not the big ones, nor the talks..!!

We need to admit the lack of know-how, then we can get or learn.. but our vision and collective will are only ours, subject to how authentic we are..!!

Mobile Classroms, I had built for IDPs in Haj Yousif 1991, with funds from Greman Red Cross

School in Haj Yousif, I had built by funds from Save the Childern

A Clinic in Haj Yousif by funds from Save the Childern