Saturday, January 21, 2012

TEDxTripoli is here! WeOOo !


     For years I have been on and off following TED events and enjoying their recorded inspirational talks. Never passed my mind that I will live a day that I see an independently organized TED event held in my hometown city of Tripoli! 


       Yes, TED is here in Tripoli but unfortunately I am not "here" to attend their first conference. The positive side of the story is that merely knowing there is a TED event held in Tripoli gave me a tremendous feeling of confidence and reassurance. I know for sure now that there is great people behind the curtains working on making Libya move toward the right path.  


       If you are in Libya, DO NOT MISS THIS EVENT which will be held Feb13th 2012. To apply fill in here .


For more information about the event, you can follow updates at:



PS.: Navigate over the red colored words, they are clickable.





Thursday, January 19, 2012

هَجَدْ ...


اشتاقت الروح الجسد
بعد ساعات من مفارقته ...
حضرت ..
فلم تُنهر .. ولم تُهجر
استيقظ لها الوعي
يهدئ من روعها 
وجاءت النفس تحاكيها
تنظر لعينيها
مملؤتين بالصمت 
رجفان قلبها المتسارع محسوس بين الأضلع
ماذا رأيت ياهذه لتكوني هلعة هكذا
 أجابتني بسكوت واجم
همست لها
 هوني عليك ولاتهتمي
فقط اذكريه
فلا اطمئنان لقلب إلا بذكره
ولادفء إلا تحت غطاء رحمته
ومن أنس به لم يستوحش لشئ ولالأحد
تذكرتْ 
فذَكرت
اصطحبتها  برفق إلى النافذة
 لنتأمل ليلا مظلماً متلألأ
تبثني شجونها الهادئة
وأفصح لها خواطري الضاجة
ُتَبسمت
فَضحكتْ
ظللت
أسامرها 
وتناجيني
حتى ذهب عنها البأس
وتوارى السهاد
وأتى الهجع

من الثالثة حتى الخامسة صباحا



Friday, January 6, 2012

خَدشْ جُرَح ...


تعثرت بها
وقعت
التفتت 
رأتها
 ضمادة قديمة
مهترئة
خانتها ذاكرتها
نزعتها بخفة وسرعة لترمي بها
...
حادا صاعقا انتشر ألم
تفتقت السماء والأرض
سال  الأحمر القاني
...
كتمت صرخة
ابتلعت ريقا مالحا
لم تحملها ركبتاها
خرت ساجدة
استنجدت
...
رحماك ربي
...

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Chasing the Sun !

Chasing the sun
  
Yes, I have been chasing it throughout my day !

Have you ever wished that your day is longer than 24 hrs?  Well, I do all the time, and my wish come true Dec 31st 2011 ... I lived  a day that is literally 35 hours long , riding above the clouds, over the Atlantic, back to US, after a relaxing visit to home. 

The Shy Sun

Whatever was the length of your day, it will always come to an end ... So be certain to enjoy the length when you have happy times , and remember  that there is an end  when you have hard ones. 


Riding over the clouds



Thursday, November 17, 2011

Whispering to the candle ...




So many years.
So many laughs.
Too many tears
So many happy moments.
Too many heartbreaks. 
Smiling faces passed by.
Frown faces set aside.
Real metals, polished and shined.
Fake one, rusted in the darkness.
Roads, long ones, scary at times, delightful at others.
Valleys crossed, houses sheltered a lonely stranger.
Hearts, big ones, embraced the fragile soul. 
This was printed for you. 

Thank you 





Thursday, October 6, 2011

ومضى الربيع ...


Taken in Fairborn/Ohio ... Oct 4,2011


وكان الربيع جميلاً

ولم أكن هناك


وأتى الخريف واعداً بالألوان

ليصنعها في يومه ولايعد لغدٍ شيئا

ويترك عشاق الشكوى والتأوه يغنون

ٍغداة غدٍ يالهف نفسي على غد 
إذا أدلجوا عني وخـُلِـّفت ثاويا



Friday, September 16, 2011

A Homeland ...

A Homeland!

What this word means to you? 


A place ? 
A space ? 
A lover ?
A Family ?
A Friend ?
A leader ?
A president ?
A language ?
A tribe ?
An ethnicity ?
An anthem ?
A song ?
A tune ?
A color ?
A flag ?

For me "NO" was the answer for all of the above. 

Homeland to me was and will always be a sense of belonging, a sense of responsibility... 

 It didn't disappear when I left the place, the space, the family and friends. It didn't and will never disappear for whoever was at the chair of power a real leader or a devil tyrant. My job in this life will always be the same.

Did I have a homeland before Feb17 ? Of course I did. Do I still have it after Feb17? Of course I still. Did you ever liked the green flag ? Of course I did, I have always carried a green flag pin in my luggage sense I left Libya. I have never wore it. But I keep it there hiding some where. It is a sign to that sense of belonging, it was never a matter what color or shape was it, it was just a sign. Do I still carry it? Of course I do, but now it is stained with both the blood of the forever alive brothers the Martyrs, and the ashes of their burned souls, burned parts of my homeland. Both the red blood and the black ashes were necessary to raise high in the sky my forever bigger belonging the Islamic sign! ... The white star and the crescent. 

Then, what difference Feb17 made for me? A lot ! That sense of belonging and responsibility went inflating like crazy in "me". Wiped me in the way. There was no more space for "me" in my life in the last six months, only that sense grew and grew as if there is no one else living in there except it. That sense was really nasty, selfish in its growth but I know that was necessary to keep it growing. It was part of me and it was stupid to suppress it or hold it back. I embraced it. I gave it as much as I can to let it grow. I was doing it while I am totally aware and satisfied. I lost many things in the path, but I considered those things trivial. What mattered most was to keep myself sane. 

Ok, Congratulation for keeping sane! Am I back now, did I have more space for "me" in me now? Kind of, the process is going on slowly but steadily.
So what next, will my responsibilities be easier to apply now? I expect and hope so. Will this make my life easier? Well, I don't think so. Despite the fact that the responsibilities are easier to apply now but my life will turn more difficult. How is that ? Because now I have a much larger space to work in. Much bigger work can be achieved to build, therefore more efforts are needed to apply. Less rest and more hard work are in the way.

Allah is the Greatest! Thank you Allah. By the name of Allah we start ... 

الله أكبر

اللهم لك الحمد والشكر

 بسم الله