To those of you who have poor reading skills, I suggest you do the following:

1-Read the whole entry.
2- Bring Webster’s dictionary
3- Open another window to Wikipedia, even though it’s not a reliable source, but it’ll do for the the time being.
4-Familiarize yourself with Literary criticism theories.
5- Learn to conduct civilized discussions.

I shouldn’t be writing this now since I have papers to correct and an exam to prepare myself for, but I was prompted to do so because apparently, my resolve to rise above and to not descend to the level of some freaks who think they know me well enough to make some judgments, is lost. I’m not perfect nor do I claim myself to be, so I don’t need anyone of you to come and accuse me of being arrogant.
what I’m going to make here is a simple hypothesis that you’re free to either accept or reject.
Lets start by stating the obvious:
In case those people did not notice, I wrote a statement in my profile which makes it clear that I am merely expressing an opinion in my writing which people may or may not agree with. I’ll quot it for the convenience of those seemingly busy individuals who have no time to read everything before bashing someone. Let’s see:
” I usually write when I’m either in a crappy mood, or when I’m too excited about something.”
Also, those individual who obviously suffer poor reading skills did not notice the repeated apology I keep making in every entry I write, which also stresses the fact that I’m only showing one side of me, which is the angry pessimistic side.
so for those of you who come here, start categorizing my personality, and tell me to get some help, you don’t know me! And in case your deteriorating reading skills did not help you, I will again quot this part for your convenience :
” I tend to pour all the negativites here.”

If you didn’t like what you read, well that’s your fault. I didn’t hold a gun to your head.

If those individuals took the time to not hasten a release of judgment on a lowly person such as myself, they would notice  from the entries I write that I majored in English Literature, master degree, and that Literary criticism is my field, and that I’m currently writing my thesis which is an application of psycho-biography on African-American literature.

According to the principles of Literary criticism, what seems (s**t) to some people, may appeal to thousands others. Also, on the issue of (not understanding what I’m quoting) there seems to be a literary criticism theory called (Reader Response) which places  great importance on the reader as a creator of meaning. It’s not my fault if the (s**t) I’m quoting does not match the stored knowledge in your head, or does not make sense to your obviously superficial mentality.

Allow me to conduct (New criticism) thoery on your comment:
” Stop qouting shit out of context you don’t understand”

Judging by the tone, it seems the the speaker is in sever agony over not accomplishing something. The anger tone is obvious in the quoted part. The accusatory tone in the quoted part also shows that the speaker is out of options and has no other way to express his irritation other than to desert logic which is basic to any socialized discussion.
on the Lexical level, a word like (shit) combined with the accusatory tone, indicates the educational level of the speaker.
The short comment crates a feeling of abruptness mingled with hopelessness and an eagerness to show the world his or her prejudices and inability to cope with the concept of deep and surface meaning as well as (multiple interpretations)
of course, a well knowledgeable speaker would have sought civilized discussion in order to form some basic ideas about the  other party before judging them. A comment such as this is never expected from an open-minded person. so, keeping all these factors in mind, the speaker is a mentally superficial person who has never employed an objective perspective his entire life and whose only source of knowledge is biased media or comic books. The speaker is also judgmental, ill- mannered, uncivilized, intolerant towards other’s opinions, self absorbed, prejudiced, and suffer sever superiority-inferiority complex.
of course, as I stated earlier, this is all hypothetical and a different reader may read something else into the statement above.

Take care

كالعاده, لابد  للاخت المزاجيه ان تغير مكان الاقامه. ليت التغيير مسموح على ارض الواقع, لكن قلة تواجد المحارم هذه الايام, وتضييقهم علينا النطاق باسم (المرجله) جعلت الامر مستحيل

بدأت مشوار التدوين على الياهو, ثم ال-لايف جورنال, ثم انتقلت الى الزانغا وسحبت معي بعض اعضاء حزب التحرير المسجلين سابقا في احد المتديات  لنمارس الديكتاتوريه على ارضنا

بعد اقتراح الاستاذ مطر (سابقا) قررنا انا والانسه ملعقه (هذا اسم الدلع الجديد :) ) الانتقال الى الوردبريس. كنت ساستمر في التدوين هنا, لكن بعد التغييرات التي اجريت مؤخرا على لوحة التحكم الخاصه والتي جعلت التدوين صعبا, قررت الانسه ملعقه ان تنتقل الى البلوق سبوت. انتقال الانسه ملعقه لابد ان يعني انتقال الانسه تكرونيه هي الاخرى لان عنصر (الرباطيه) هو من اهم شروط البقاء في الحزب.

اليكم موجز بسيط عن المواقع التي استضافت تدويناتي التعسفيه:

الياهو: بدائيه جدا! لم امكث فيها طويلا, لكن ان كان هناك حسنه واحده, فهي الوجوه التعبيريه والتي اعشقها كثيرا!

الايف جورنا: نابحوا من هنا للصبح! ما احد درى عنكم

الزانغا: افضل موقع استضاف المدونه للان. ميزاته كثيره جدا. لا تحتاجون الى خدمه (تويتر) هناك, لان الموقع وفرها تحت اسم   puls

هناك صفحه خاصه بالفيديو, والموسيقى يتم تحميلها مباشره من الجهاز الى المدونه

القوالب والثيمات لاتعد ولاتحصى ويوفر الموقع ايضا امكانيه تعديلها كما يشاء العضو

خدمة الرسائل الخاصه متوفره ايضا

كما يمكنك متابعة مواضيع أي عضو الجديده اما عن طريق البريد (بواسطة الموقع طبعا) او عن طريق لوحة التحكم الخاصة بكم

السلبيات:

بطيء في التحميل

لايتعامل الموقع مع اللغه العربيه

معظم المدونين العرب هناك منحلين اخلاقيا نوعا ما

هناك امر سلبي اخر يشترك فيه الزانغا مع اللايف جورنال…مااحد درى عنكم!

اخيرا, الورد بريس:

(حبيب ومابه شي), لكن بعد التطويرات التي أجريت عليه والتي لم تسمح لبعضنا الدخول الى لوحة التحكم, وفي حالتي انا, الكتابه وروية ما اكتبه بوضوح, قررت الانسة ملعقه ان تتزعم حملة المقاطعه…اقصد (الهجه) من الورد بريس!

ها انا في مدوننه جديده, كئيبه , سلبيه, تعسفيه والاهم ديكتاتوريه

على فكره, حاولت الون الموضوع, , واركب له لمبات, لكن ماش شوفة عينكم…هذا مثال حي على مدى تردي الخدمه هنا. حتى تلوين ماعاد نقدر نلون!

ملاحظه: لا تدققون في العربي. اخر عهدي به اول سنه في الجامعه

I’ve been arguing with myself for some time now about posting this topic. Yes, believe it! I tend to talk to myself a lot. I even call myself names if I’m not pleased with myself. Welcome to my world, a world dominated by my merciless super ego

Anyways, I’ve suffered enough stress theses days to cause this current explosion. Starting by my employment issue which wasn’t resolved to this day, and ending by the awakening of one of my professors who has a very vague memory about whether we’ve taken a course or not, and whether it was purely our fault that he wasn’t able to teach it!

Don’t ask! Apparently, it can be the mistake of students if a professor didn’t teach the course. How? I don’t know. all I know is that we’re taking all the blame…AGAIN!

Which brings me to this question: what kind of crappy education do we run?

Imagine yourself, screaming your lungs out, trying to beat everything you know into the brains in front of you, giving rules and putting extra exercises only to discover that the other party is not responding to any of those contributions one bit!

I gave pop quizzes to get those idiots to put extra efforts, I kept them on their toes, I called names from the list to see who’s with me and who’s not, but nothing worked!

I can hear you saying: why try so hard? Why are you angry? Well here’s the answer.

You all know that the ministry of education is making things easier for students year after year. Students with an average of 90% no longer find empty seats to accommodate them in our universities, contrary to our generation (now I’m talking like an old woman!) the reason is that nearly every single students out there is pushed out of schools with full grades without any effort on their part to score them, leading those students to believe that they were born geniuses. Of course, the ones who suffer after that are us.

I don’t claim myself to be smart or anything. I have the weakest memory a person could ever have, but I put triple the effort of any normal student. I prepared for exams 2 weeks before their date. I studied every subject twice, then I would revise it 4 times till those pages were marked into my memory. I graduated as an honor student, and I scored the highest GPA among my patch. I never asked any of my tutors to mark me present If I didn’t attend even if I had an eligible excuse. I took all my exams on time and never asked for remakes. I dragged myself out of sick beds to attend those lectures.

I know I sound like a heartless person for saying this, but our students are getting more and more stupid with every passing year. I’ve been teaching for three years now, and I must say that each year, I keep telling myself that no one would out do the current students in laziness and ignorance, but they like to prove me wrong.

Keep in mind that the top two departments aimed at by any student are (computer and English). And since they university follows the policy of assigning students to the departments of their choice based on their scores in high school, those two departments would be filled by the elites in two days. I haven’t been to the computer department, but if those girls in the English department are truly the elites, then we’re screwed!

While educational institutions around the world are trying their hardest to move forward, we are trying out hardest to stumble, fall, and to move backwards. Then, we complain about assigning foreigners to top jobs here in KSA, claiming that we have full right to be there.

Not a chance! With the level of mentality I saw…and from those who were supposed to be the best students, I’ll say with full confidence that the unemployment rate will increase if we keep producing students with a shallow mentality. I hate to say this, but if we gave those jobs to people with such mentalities, then we’ll fall further backwards!

Now, students are coming up with all sorts of stupid excuses and they don’t feel ashamed the slightest bit! They even look at me as a heartless soul when I say NO to those ridicules excuses! Here are a few:

-I couldn’t submit the homework on time cause I had a day off and I can’t come on my day off!

-(puzzled) I’ll be generous, and I’ll accept it even though it’s a delayed homework, but you won’t get the full grade on it

- (totally shocked) but miss, it was my day off!

- you could’ve submitted it earlier if your day off was that important!


- I’m late!

- I can see that. Care to tell me why?

- I just went out of home!

- you should’ve gone out earlier

- but teacher I did. I went out 15 minuets before the lecture, but It takes time to get here.

- oh I never realized!


- Teacher I can’t attend a lecture from 2:00 to 4:00 I live far away from collage.

- Outside the city you mean?

- No, I live here in Makkah, but on the outskirts of the city

-I come everyday from Jeddah. Can you tell me which is farther? The outskirts of Makkah or Jeddah?

-Teacher, please I wanna attend on Tuesday.

- what’s wrong with Monday?

- I have only one lecture on Monday. I can’t possibly come for one lecture!

-What a coincidence! I too, have one lecture on Monday, and I happen to drag my ass from Jeddah weekly to attend it, contrary to some people who already live here!


- Miss, would you please give me a remake?

- Don’t tell me you’re sick. I can see that you’re perfectly fine!

- No, I have two exams today, and I didn’t prepare well for your exam.

- when I was a student, I had 3 exams a day and I never complained. Don’t wanna attend, fine! Keep in mind though that I’d deduct double the grades in the final. How does that sound for a remake?

- I’ll be there on time today!


-Miss, concerning the first question in the exam , do you want us to write questions out of those sentences?

- Yes.

- But I forgot the order we should follow to form a question.

- And you want me to teach you how?…now? during an exam?

- No I’m just wondering if you would give some grades on trying…that is on using the correct (wh) word.

- we’re not in kindergarten! I requested some questions, and I expect seeing them. If I don’t, you’ll get a zero!

- But miss, only the word order is wrong!

- What if you end up forming sentences rather than questions? would that be considered a fulfilled requirement?

- But what if it wasn’t a sentence?

- If it’s not a sentence, or a question, then by God, what is it? or better yet, what would I give you grades on?

Me to a noisy class: Ladies, I hate repeating myself, and I assure you that I’ll never repeat myself again. you wanna gamble your grades and keep doing whatever you’re doing, fine by me. It wouldn’t go unnoticed though. I swear to God, If you don’t shut up, and show some respect, the exam will be a living hell! And I mean it!

My students with question marks over their heads: sorry teacher, but would you please speak in Arabic? We couldn’t understand a single word you said.

- Miss, what topic is required here?

- I think it’s clear. Write about important people in your life.

- you mean (things) which are important to every person?

- Not things, people.

- what people?

- people important in your life?

- oh…so you do mean (things) important in my life?

- (frustrated) read the question carefully!

- Explain it in Arabic Please…would you Miss?

- Absolutely no way! No way in hell.


People…you have plenty of occupations to choose from. Don’t repeat my mistake and choose education, okay? Unless you’re prepaired for getting your blood pressure high.

عندما تنكمش الأرض لتصبح نقطة أو كرة صغيرة أصارع نفسي كي أثبت فوقها ….إلى شيء لا أعلمه !!….

إن لم أطق البقاء على أرض مستديرة محدودة وصغيرة فكيف بي في فضاء هلامي كبير بحجم ظنوني خلال حياتي كلها…!
ومازالت هناك قوافل من الشمس ما فتأت تنير الدروب لي تحيطني أمانا ً..وحبا ً ….ومؤامرةً!
وقوافل من القمر ما زالوا ينهمرون ظلمةً ورعباً في سماء الأرض حتى أجعل نفسي تتعلل بالهروب….نوماً !!!

وعلى قارعة الكون أجد التاريخ مجرد شيخ فقير أشعث أغبر لا ملامح له سوى الغباء
و وميض العربدة يخفت وقاراً من عينيه الغائرتين ….ياله من جبروت طاغية الزمان !

ينسكب كالكهرباء بحثاً عن مجال يفرغ به شحنته أو يخف جهده على أقل تقدير…….لا دهشة في ذلك فكم من العقول الفارغة تتقبله!!

وهناك بين غبار الكتب……أجدهم يمجدونه ….!!!

من كانوا…..ليكونوا…..كما تخيلناهم…!!!؟

في طفولتنا كنا نلعب لعبة الكراسي….بينما هم في نضجهم يتقاتلون عليها

ولكني لا أعلم….أكانت طفولتنا بريئة أم هي مقدمة ابن خلدون …..؟!!

إن التاريخ مقبرة……ليس إلا مقبرة لنجاح أو فشل …فقط مقبرة…لا طيب يفوح منها ولا مسجد يُصلى به… بل حماقات يحيطها حماقات…

ورغم كل ذلك ….مازلت أقف على الأرض !!!

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@N-2007@

يستحيل طبعا ان تكون (الكلجه ماجيك) هي الكاتبه :)

كتب بقلم احدى صيقاتي المقربات في الجامعه: ن. الشهري

“Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence — whether much that is glorious — whether all that is profound — does not spring from disease of thought — from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night”

– Edgar Allen Poe, American Poet

I think those had very superficial knowledge of my own personality would think I’m truly mad for posting such a topic. Think what you want. I’ve been called mad countless times. First, for being a nonconformist. Second, for going through the trouble of demanding equality to my own gender even though I am not abused by my family in any way. Third, for choosing to defend my religion at the expense of my own community. Fourth, for preferring to read philosophical books, and in English rather than Arabic. And last, for believing that love is one big fat lie.

In my own theory, madness is the outcome of a surreal level of imagination.

Here’s another definition that I totally agree with:

“MAD, adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence; not conforming to standards of thought, speech and action derived by the conformants from the study of themselves; at odds with the majority; in short, unusual. It is noteworthy that persons are pronounced mad by officials destitute of evidence that they themselves are sane…”

– Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”

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“In the past, men created witches; now they create mental patients.” Szasz, Thomas

I discovered after reading veronica Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho, that I am, by society’s standards, truly a mad person. I’ve done a little research in the topic since I’m preparing to write my own thesis which is by the way not on the same subject but closely related to it, and I found a few quotations that I think you would totally love.

Those who read for Paulo Coelho will discover that most of his themes are on the subject of nonconformity and society’s treatment of it. Both Veronica Decides to Die and The Witch of Portobello center around the same issue.

“We want a few mad people now. See where the sane ones have landed us!” Shaw, George Bernard

When we examine a set of facts, do we prefer those with logic, or the illogical ones?

The question had been playing on my head for some time now. As far as I could see, people have the tendency nowadays to seek the illogical over the logical although we are in an age of scientific advancement which places evidence over anything.

When I say (illogical) I don’t mean extraterrestrial entities, or supernatural powers; I simply mean matters that we have taken for granted and never thought for once to test their validity ourselves rather than let others goad our thoughts to a certain direction.

I think the (illogical) is never the outcome of sanity, but rather emotions. However, relying on your head would lead to a series of things which would start by nonconformity, and which would end by joining the world of the insane.

Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy.~ Nora Ephron

I’ve had my share of discussions whether in real life or on the internet with what everyone would call (average people), and I’ve had my share of accusations for simply being different, among them of course is the title (Mad)

I was an (average person) myself at some point of my life, but it was utterly uncreative. It is when I started putting my brain to work on every certain aspect of life that my mental health has deteriorated…or should I say flourished?

I’ve discovered so many hidden talents within myself.

Perhaps I’m not making any sense. Good! Then it means those words were never meant for you.

I’m glad I found people sharing the same perspective as mine, so read on if you think I’m making some sense.

“No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.”

– Aristotle (384-322 B.C.), Greek philosopher.

“Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.”

– R.D. Laing (1927-89), British psychiatrist. The Politics of Experience, ch. 6 (1967).

“There is but one end for those who want to change the world: Madness!”

– Anonymous

“Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.”

– Shakespeare, Hamlet

“A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.”

– Nikos Kazantzakis (Greek writer, 1885-1957)

“It is only too true that a lot of artists are mentally ill – it’s a life which, to put it mildly, makes one an outsider”

– Vincent van Gogh (Dutch painter, 1853-1890)

“Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively.”

– Voltaire (French philosopher, 1694-1778)

“When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”

– Mark Twain

Like madness is the glory of this life.

~ William Shakespeare

“A man might pass for insane who should see things as they are.”

– William Ellery Channing

“I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages.”

– William H. Mauldin

“Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.”

– Oliver W. Holmes, Sr., The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, 1858

“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.”

– Robin Williams

“Sanity is madness put to good uses.”

– George Santayana, Little Essays

“Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence.”

Henrik Tikkanen

You ever talk to a logical lunatic before? They’re much worse than a plain lunatic.

~ Tom Wolfe

“And what is an authentic madman? It is a man who preferred to become mad, in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor. So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses. For a madman is also a man whom society did not want to hear and whom it wanted to prevent from uttering certain intolerable truths.”

Artaud, Antonin · Madness ·

“The world has always gone through periods of madness so as to advance a bit on the road to reason.”

Broch, Hermann ·

“One who shows signs of mental aberration is, inevitably, perhaps, but cruelly, shut off from familiar, thoughtless intercourse, partly excommunicated; his isolation is unwittingly proclaimed to him on every countenance by curiosity, indifference, aversion, or pity, and in so far as he is human enough to need free and equal communication and feel the lack of it, he suffers pain and loss of a kind and degree which others can only faintly imagine, and for the most part ignore.”

Cooley, Charles Horton ·

“Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.”

Dahlberg, Edward ·

“Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.”

Miller, Henry ·

“What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing and then simply persists in his lunacy?”

Orwell, George ·

I don’t know why I’m writing about this. My mental dilemmas shouldn’t be exposed to the world, but to hell with it. No one knows who I really am anyways, and honestly, I really need to talk about this. unfortunately, I can’t confine into my best friends based on my psychiatrist’s advice.

A few days ago, I got into sever depression mingled with a slight panic attack. I told my mom that there was no way I’m going through with this marriage. I wanted to break my engagement, and I was so set on beginning a hunger strike if my family did not help me out. when they asked me if there was something wrong with the guy, I told them that I couldn’t see myself married. I hated the guy, I loathed him, I abhorred him for no reason whatsoever. Yeah sure I’m a dreamer, I even write romantic novels, but reality is a bitch.

My mom and I reached an agreement. We would ask my psychiatrist’s opinion on the matter since mom knows that I’m not against this guy in particular, but against the idea of marriage all together.

The results were rather shocking!

After talking for over an hour with my psychiatrist, I discovered that I had Androphobia- an abnormal fear or hatred of males- which explains why I’m rejecting that guy for no reason. And since there was nothing in my family that might’ve encouraged the development of such an illness(my father and brothers are kind), society is the one to blame.

so far I’ve cut every connection to the outside world save for this blog which is by the way one of the steps I should be following to cure this new illness added to the list accumulated so far thanks to the great society I live in. She wanted me to break every possible connection to most of my friends temporarily, so that I could cut down on my emotional dependency on them. It took her half an hour to convince me to do that using the same old tactic ( you won’t have your friends forever)

Dear androphobic friends, I’m paying for the sessions already, so let’s make use of them. And don’t say you’re not androphibic! I told her about you, and she said: dear child you’re living in a closed circle of androphobic females, and you’re feeding each other’s hatred! :D

I’m gonna post more info on Androphobia for you people :D yeah I know

شر البلية ما يضحك

Androphobia Risk Factors & Causes

Androphobia is usually caused by an intense negative experience from your past. But your mind can also create that fear seemingly without basis. The key is digging down to the source and replacing negative associations with positive ones. Those at greatest risk include:

• People with a general tendency towards fear and anxiety (LOL did someone call me?) :D

  • People characterized as ‘high strung’

• People suffering from adrenal insufficiency

Symptoms of Androphobia:

Your fear of men can result in the following symptoms:
breathlessness, dizziness, excessive sweating, nausea, dry mouth, feeling sick, shaking, heart palpitations, inability to think clearly, a fear of dying, becoming mad or losing control, a sensation of detachment from reality or a full blown anxiety attack.

For those who are curious, I haven’t descended to that level yet. Actually, when I see a guy, I wanna kill him and that’s it. I do feel a little nauseous sometimes.

There are a bunch of male writers that I’m totally fond of; my spiritual father Ralph Waldo Emerson is absolutely at the top of this list. I think that since my Androphobia stems from my own society, the only guys I hate are Saudis. call me racist if you wish, but I need to remind you that they were the ones who started it.

Remember, extremes only result in extremes

Misogyny can result in Misandry

Final Note: I’m not generalizing. I’m just blowing some steam off. Hope no one got offended.

Take care

Every time someone mentions unemployment, we get the same usual response: The Saudi population is too proud to pick any work.

Here’s another dark side of the matter. The stories I’m going to mention here are not rumors. They happened to two of my closest friends, and soon, I’ll be in their shoes.

Actually, through these stories which happened to hundreds others, I discovered that people are not the only ones to blame for the problem of unemployment.

One of my closest friends had been working for over a year and a half at one of the radio stations (owned by the government). She was supposed to be paid by the hour, but more than a year had passed by now, and she had not received a single pinny for her work.

I can hear some of you saying that one needs to go through some difficulties if he or she wanted a good job, but keep in mind that there are certain expenses. As you all know, my friend, like any other woman, cannot drive herself to work. she needs a driver, and that driver needs to be paid monthly. Even guys would need some money to pay for gas or stuff like that. not to mention other expenses like: clothes, food, and so on.

My other friend works as a TA at a university. I’m guessing you know the name of that university by now. They called her the first day of the new semester, told her she got the position after the job interview which occurred months ago, and that she had to sign (Mubashrah) starting the day after. She dragged herself there, feeling a bit excited that her efforts did not go to waste, only to discover two months later that it was all a big lie!

I wouldn’t go as far as calling it a lie, but try to picture the situation with me. According to them, my friend’s papers, along with two others’ were signed by the dean, but after that, no body knew what happened to those damn papers. whenever they call, they would get different responses: “your papers are not done yet, so you’re not officially TAs. And honestly, we don’t know where they are.”

or: “The papers have been sent to Riyadh to be signed by the ministry, and will be sent back in two months.”

And: “who told you papers need to be sent to Riyadh? Each university handles its own work!”

If they are not officially TAs, then why are they there? Why did you ask them to work? What in God’s name are they doing there? why did you tell them to come if their papers are not done?

when they asked whether they would get paid for their work this semester, the answer was: “Maybe yes maybe no”…and the implied answer was: “you are most probably not going to get paid.”

And here’s the kicker, they were also told: “If you don’t get paid, then consider it a charity.”

charity? to a wealthy country’s officials?

How can a wealthy country be unable to pay its employees? How can it still call itself a country that follows the teachings by the letter? where’s the application of Prophet Muhammad’s teachings of paying those who work immediately without putting it off for any minuet longer?

Those ladies are MA students who finished their courses, but who still need to work on their thesis. They still get their allowance to help them with the research, but so far, those monthly allowances, not to mention their time, were wasted on transportation, and stuff for the so called job.

They weren’t the only ones who went through something like that. There are other TAs who had gone through the same thing. some worked for a whole semester without being paid, and some went on for a year.

so basically, you look for a job because you need the money, but first you need to make sure that you have enough money to get you going for a while until you get paid.

so according to this logic, only those whose families can support them financially would be able to get the job.

As for those who are more intelligent, and who really deserve working at a position like this, but were unfortunate enough to not belong to well off families, who are poor, and who are in a desperate need of a job more than anyone else, they will not be able to work.

Does this make any sense?

so even if a person wanted to put an end to her or his state of unemployment, our ministries will make sure they are chased away so that those jobs would remain open for those who don’t need them and who had a very strong connection to the upper order, which would insure fast assignment of a person who knows nothing into a position he doesn’t deserve.

people, we are definitely moving forward if we keep this up! I’m in heaven indeed

All I can say in the end, is dear God, I thank you for all the blessings you have given me, and I thank you that the situation is not even worse.

Take care

After hours of contemplation, I decided to write about my adventures yesterday. consider it an attempt to pour everything out of my chest :)

yesterday was my Milkah, or my engagement party. how did a men hater give in? study the Saudi society and you’ll find out for yourself. and no, I was not forced into this thing. my parents are open minded thank god :)

as you all know, it was Wednesday, and mom had to make every single one in the family skip going to work or school, including me. well actually, I skipped the whole week. I should have heeded the signs. ever since day one, I kept getting the feeling that nothing would go smoothly. and to those who don’t know me, I’m such a pessimistic, superstitious person :D yeah I know it’s un-Islamic, but I can’t help these traits of mine.

allow me to tell you about those signs I got.

first, my eldest sister who’s too much of a dictator forced me after hours of nagging to change my hair color. the result was catastrophic. rather than getting a few blond strands, I got silver ones…an old woman at such a young age. It’s a sign of wisdom folks :)

then, on Monday, I got a bit feverish, and couldn’t even perform my daily prayers without pain killers. I thought it was food poisoning, but it turned out I had the flu LOL

Tuesday: I got news from my dad that the place where we were going to hold the party (istiraha) got ruined after it rained, so I thought to myself suppose it rains on your engagement day

Wednesday: contrary to my nature of not sleeping when there’s something I have to do, I managed with the help of the flu medication to get 12 hours sleep. I woke up on 10 in the morning, and went to dig into the fridge for something to eat. my choice was some spicy potato chips and a can of Pepsi. talk about a healthy breakfast :)

the whole house was a mess. mom kept on piling bags and stuff to be used in the engagement. dad kept on talking constantly on the phone  with his friends about directions. still, I could not comprehend the fact that I was giving away my freedom. I went back to my room, and started my daily routine of surfing the internet. First, I had to sing along with my favorite band Mad At Gravity, cursing world’s politics, and ignorant people… a bride indeed :) then I got into youtube, and I stumbled by mistake upon some yaoi anime (a love story between two guys) . I was watching the anime with complete disgust, but thanks to my curiosity, I couldn’t stop watching :)

Luzah called next (sawt Auntha) and told me that she wouldn’t be able to attend because her father got into a car accident but thank god he didn’t get hurt. start counting the signs people!

next, I went to a beauty salon in Jeddah. dad took me and my dictator sister there. we talked the whole time about American elections, and the bad driving habits of Saudis. of course, the Lebanese lady who was supposed to do my make up couldn’t come because she fell ill. that’s the fifth bad sign people.

a few hours later, she managed to drag herself from her bed for my sake. the whole time I was there, people kept calling me bride, bride, but even with all that, I still couldn’t comprehend what I was getting myself into.

by 9:30 PM, I went back to the Istraha in my town, and guess what! It started raining heavily. the water started seeping through the doors( thanks to the strong wind) into my room. in a matter of minuets, I was standing in a deep puddle. My mother and sisters couldn’t come to me because the guest hall and my room were separate. if they wanted to come, they would have to walk through the rain. the only person who was with me in the room was the photographer, a kind Egyptian lady. she helped me lift my dress a bit up and away from the puddle, then started sweeping the floor in an attempt to force the water back outside.

I was on the verge of screaming:  This whole marriage thing is bad news…it’s a sign. god is giving me a sign. I’m backing down. there’s no way I’m going through with this.

by the time they brought the groom in, I was ready to take my sandal off, and to chase him away with it. he seemed cool, contrary to my state. my eyes were sending sparks his way! and I was thinking the whole time to myself: what have I got myself into. buzz off! go away! damn this whole matrimony thing!

mom came in a minuet later. she probably sensed the negative energy from miles away. she started talking without even being promted to: stop being a pessemist! rain is a good sign. dear god, why are my daughters different? why do my daughters hate men so much?

by the time the guy left, I got the usual feeling. everyone kept asking: how do you feel?

my answer was the usual: I feel that I’m being sold. I feel that I’m being abandoned…I feel like a prostitute!

People use the excuse of freedom of expression a lot these days, not that I have anything against it, but still, even in freedom, limitations need to be drawn.

I’ve stumbled upon an article about the  novel (Jewel of Medina) in one of the daily news papers.  The article was written objectively, presenting facts from both sides. Muslims were against publishing the novel because it contained a sexual scene for the prophet with Aisha. As a result, publishing the novel was delayed.

A few days ago, I found an article which is said to look into the matter objectively. I would have posted the link, but I was boiling with anger so much that I could not look for it again to show it to you. I’m sure you’ve read it because  adds for this article were practically everywhere.

According to that article, people treat religious figures as if they were parents. Thus, no one wants to hear about their sexual life. But of course, the case has to be lost against (Freedom of expression), claiming that sherry Jones had something to say, and she that she has the right to say it.

What is Sherry Jones trying to say exactly? What would She gain from presenting a sex scene in her novel? What is the thing that she could not communicate without writing that scene?

she said she held great respect for Aisha, the wife of prophet Muhammad peace be upon him. But, is that respect so hard to win without putting such a scene?

she also said that she was trying to show the large role Aisha played in history since historians failed to make that known. My question is, have you ever read Islamic sources and seen for yourself that Aisha’s role was trivialized?

I know that people may not come to an agreement concerning any matter, and that different parties have different opinions, and that those opinions need to be respected. It’s hard not to find people feeling offended for another party’s opinion, but…

what is the thing she wanted to express here that you have given her the full support to say in the name of freedom of expression?

people’s cultures and religions need to be respected. Sure go ahead and express your opinion on any matter, but you have no right to cross the boundaries to the extent of insulting a whole culture or a whole religion!

The way I see it, Sherry Jones is trying to gain popularity fast. Also, same as before, (All is fair against Islam)

I have to leave for collage in 5 minuets, so I’ll make this quick

I was just checking my stats page, and I found the number of viewers increasing beyond normal.

some people actually clicked on links that I did not even post anywhere.

come on! my blog is either about social issues, or my own daily problems.

the links I found were so disturbing.

at any rate, once I figuer out the problem, I’ll tell you people.

till then, WATCH OUT!

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