Sunday, February 26, 2006
The story begins in the years before World War II when a penniless Japanese child is torn from her family to work as a maid in a geisha house the little girl blossoms into the legendary geisha Sayuri beautiful and accomplished she captivates the most powerful men of her day, but is haunted by her secret love for the man beyond her reach.
Memories of a geisha is a sweeping romantic epic set in a mysterious and exotic world that still casts a potent spell today
Actually I didn’t know the real mean of Geisha until I saw the movie
I thought that geisha is a courtesan that sells her body to men but it turns out that its not, a geisha Is an artist that entertains, play instruments dance and sing
And she’s not allowed to make any decisions in her life…she’s controlled by her owner.
The movie got real beautiful seines and shows us the beauty of Japanese culture
I strongly recommend it
Saturday, February 25, 2006
To me , home is every thing. home is the door that opens to welcome us in. it’s the delicious smell of the food mom cooks in the kitchen which makes our mouths water. It’s the giant comfy bed where we lay to rest our bodies after a long day of work. It’s the one huge blanket that we tuck under seeking worm in the cold winter nights. Home is our own special corner with our own books and treasures, our own thoughts. Home is a kiss and a band-aid for a little cut...and a shoulder to lean on for the big hurts. It's a place for growing things.. plants blossoming, pets, people. There's a room where everyone gathers to work, to play, or just to be together. It’s the place where we learned how to live, love, forgive, forget, and face the world. It’s he only place where we find peace, the only place where we can be ourselves. It’s what gives us the strength to do what ever we want to do. It’s the reason of our existence, it’s the land to defend, the people to love, and the life to live. Home is the little moments which we’ll always remember, no matter what they were, happy or sad. It's where you make plans today and watch dreams come true tomorrow.
Home dose not only mean the shelter that has a roof ...It can mean your country your City your family and loved ones , everything that you consider Home
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Omayyad Mosque - At the heart of Damascus The Mamluk minaret framed between two Corinthian columns dating from fourteen centuries earlier, symbolizes the extraordinary mixture of influences that have gone to make up this city of nearly three million five hundred thousand people.
The Omayyad dynasty made Damascus the political, religious and cultural center of early Islam; but the built by Caliph Al Walid (705-715) included within its walls a church which had itself been built on the site of the temple of the god Hadad The Arameans. Salah al Din, the hero of Islam, lies buried in this city which the Crusaders were never able to invest; and it was not far from here that Paul of Tartous was converted.
Damascus is mentioned in the earliest historic texts - Egyptian records of the 19th century B.C. and the archives of Mari, dating from the 25th century B.C.
Further back, history gives way to legend and speaks of "Dimashq al Sham". Legend too, gives way to poetry, in which it is said that when Christ returns to Earth to do battle with the Anti-Christ, he will make his way down by the highest minaret of the Omayyad Mosque.
The oldest city in the world?… To be sure, but is it not so because the secret of longevity is change, and because timelessness can only be achieved through evolution?
No matter what his route, the visitor is struck by much that is new in Damascus. Arriving from the International Airport he sees many recent technical installations , ultra modern hotels, and the improvement of the arid zones on the edge of the desert.
If he comes by motorway - from Homs, Hama or Aleppo, he sees a vast new industrial area, wide avenues and clear-ways right to the heart of the city. Coming from Beirut he passes the University Residence, the extensive duty-free zone, the International fair with its great concrete arrow, the handle of which symbolizes the Damascus sword. If he comes in from Qunaytra he sees a satellite-city under construction - Dimashq ad-Jadideh, New Damascus.
There is also the new mountain road, leading into the city from the north after having climbed almost to the summit of the Jabal Qassiun; it offers a splendid panoramic view of Damascus and the green slopes around it. Other features include the three sports complexes, finished in 1976 to receive the Arab Olympic games.
Finally, the city center is being restructured to cope with heavy traffic and to provide the business premises, offices, hotels and administrative buildings that are urgently needed.
A sea of cars and people
Early in the morning , and above all in the evenings, the old city and the central quarters overflow with a human tide that surges from the pavements into the roadways, causing furious hooting from the motorists and vain shouting from the traffic police. Chains and protective barriers would seem to have been devised merely to serve as a training ground of obstacle racing… Very often the tide loses momentum and people drop out to stand in bus queues, to stop at the news vendors’ stalls, and to stand around in little groups and discuss the news in front of "super palatial" cinemas with advertisements all over them…
If the peddlers’ trays - laden with gewgaws, edible seeds and cigarettes sold individually - rarely attract the attention of the passers by, the same cannot be said of the shop-windows crammed with transistor radios, tape-recorders and, the latest craze, cassettes.
Garlands of oranges and lemons, great glass jars misted over from the ice-cold juices they contain, proclaim the narrow shop where you need little encouragement to buy freshly-squeezed fruit juices. In the neighboring roast-meat shop they tend to prefer a modern automatic spit that can take fifty or a hundred chickens at a time, to the traditional kebab skewers and the vertical "Shawarma" introduced by the Ottomans. And there behind the window stands a man with a big knife who, quick as a flash, will cut you one, two or ten slices from an apricot and semolina cake as big as a millstone…
Vanishing turbans and fezzes The crowds are dense, but peaceable; even the children rarely get excited. The people are pleasant, courteous and helpful when necessary, but rarely demonstrative or spontaneously familiar. A stranger in their midst does not arouse excessive curiosity; they show a reserve that it would be wrong to interpret as indifference - being more often the result of the difficulty of communication.
Dress is also a cause of astonishment to the foreigner encountering an anonymous crowd here for the first time.
The galabiehs, the turbans and the fezzes, that used to be worn, are being rapidly replaced by somewhat dreary European clothes. Even the "Kufiyeh", the headdress consisting of a piece of red or black check toweling held in place by a pit - so practical for desert travel - is seldom seen. In the general monotony the occasional sheikh’s turban, or the soutane of an Orthodox priest, stands out.
Fortunately the younger generation of Damascus women have the secret of blending simplicity with elegance - consigning the black veil, worn closed like a monk’s hood, to folklore.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
And today at 8 pm snow felled also…actually it was a mixture between rain and snow
Here’s some pics taken by a friend
pics taken by EL GOLDEN®
A song by the great Fairuz is really Suitable
تلج تلج عم بتشتي الدنيي تلج
و النجمات حيرانين و زهور الطرقات بردانيين
تلج تلج عم بتشتي الدنيي تلج و الغيمات تعبانين
عالتلة خيمات مضويين
تلج تلج شتي خير و حب و تلج على كل قلب
و على كل مرج ألفة و خير و حب متل التلج
الله يبعت الخير
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
تزهو دمشق ببيوتها القديمة ويقال أن أريج ياسمينها يسامر النجوم في ليالي الصيف ولكن هذا الجزء من تاريخ المدينة يكابد الهموم اليوم.تلك الوردة البيضاء الصغيرة استطاعت أن تقاوم عوامل الزمن الذي استطاع أن يأتي على جزء كبير مما يحميها من جدران تلك البيوت الأثرية التي سجلت لدى اليونسكو وأصبحت جزءا من التراث العالمي. الزمن ترك المدينة وبيوتها تشكو نقص الموارد المالية اللازمة لترميمها الياسمين هو أحد أهم خصائص البيوت في الجزء الأثري من مدينة دمشق التي تغنى بها الشعراء العرب وبينما يعيش الياسمين على القليل من الماء يغطي الغبار الزخارف والتصميمات الهندسية التي تعود إلى عود عربية أموية أو مملوكية وعثمانية أو تصميمات أوروبية تم استقدامها لتزين بيوت دمشق التي كانت إحدى المدن التي احتضنت عاصمة الخلافة الإسلامية وتزخر دمشق القديمة بالقصص الفريدة حيث عاش في أحد بيوتها قادة ومشاهير مثل قائد الثورة الجزائرية الأمير عبد القادر الجزائري وجين ديبكي سلسلة النبلاء الإنكليز التي تزوجت شيخ قبيلة بدوي وأمضت بقية حياتها في دمشق القديمة وأدخلت إلى مجموعة الزهور التي تزرع فيها الزهرة التي يسميها
Monday, February 13, 2006
alone I find myself wasting every breath
and Time ticks ever onward
Depression swallows my soul Agony eats my heart
When will this ever end? What caused it to start?
god I must sound so miserable…
Lets talk about facts…well the valentine phenomenon started to spread a lot in Our country
and as you walk down the streets in Damascus preparation for this occasion starts a month before.
All gifts shops are decorated in red hearts and flowers and small red lights hanging all over the streets…flower shops filled with red roses packed in many ways and different styles not to mention that Roses prices increases to become double the regular price …Valentines party’s preparations and publicity all over the radio stations and the billboards…and you see it more common among our young and teenagers…young couples running disparately after gifts and presents for their love ones…eh I must say LOVE IS IN THE AIR
Happy Valentine everyone
Well yesterday night I went to bed around 1 AM and I actually read a bit before sleeping the Last part of Dan brown ( Angels and Demons) I’ve struggled to finish that book because I had exams and stopped reading it for a while…anyway at around 4 AM woke up with a Loud Voice out on the street (WEE WEE WEE TOOOOT TOOOOOT WEE WEE WEE WEE WEE TOOOOT TOOOOT) must be our neighbor car alarm. I said to my self well just a bit and its gonna shut the hell up…but unfortunately it haven’t and kept on
So loud and annoying …I tried to put my head under the pillow but in vain the sound was so Loud ( WEE WEE WEE TOOOOOT TOOOOT) prayed that our nice neighbor well wake up and turn his alarm off…but it sounded that our nice neighbor was sleeping profoundly
And didn't notice the annoying sound that his car was making…30 Mins went on and the (WEE WEE WEE TOOOOOT TOOOT) kept on and on Some of the neighbors woke up and started shouting from their windows and balconies... SOMEBODY SHUT THE DAMN ALARM DOWN…but in Vain our nice neighbor was Dreaming sweet dreams
While us poor people was struggling with the voice of his car alarm trying to get some sleep but in vain the voice went on ( WEE WEE WEE WEE TOOOOT TOOOOOOOT) after an hour and half when the first rays of lights was coming out the Sound went down… his car battery went down luckily and at last we could have some sleep.
Well our nice neighbor will never know what we went through last night
But he defiantly will wonder what the hell happened to his car battery!!!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Controversial explanations have been made to guess etymological origin of the name of the Syrian capital city. Some hold that “damashaq” means the fast-moving camel and the name was given because the building of the city was completed swiftly. Others believe it was named after Damashaq the great grandson of Sam son of Noah,who built the city.Still others presume that the Romans called it “Dumuskus” which means the double musk.Or perhaps the name was taken from Hermes son in Greek mythology who came over to Syria. In Aramean the name might have been derived from Dermask or dersauk as (E deim) means land and (mask) means (red) in Syriac.Whatever the etymological origion of the word, Damascus remains, as ever (the eye of the whole east) as the Rooman Julianus described the greatness of the city.Under the Roman it was a chief town, and later the fortress of bilad-U-Sham, and the passage to Mecca, the pavilion of all Muslims and God’s paradise on earth have never seen anything so extensive as its orchard, so good as its fruits and so plentiful as its water.It is said the water is so abundant that a fountain can be found in every house.Some historical sources say that the name of Damashaq (Damascus) is derived from the Aramaic word (dam shaq) which means a town built on the rock where the blood of Mash, the fourth son of Aram Bin Sam Bin Noah,flowed soon after a heavy blow by his brother Aws deeply cut Mash’s head.The fight between the two brothers broke out when they could not come into agreement on the name of the new town, some historians had different illustrations with regard to the name of (Dimashaq).The old city of Damascus still preserve its graphical and historical aspects,the high wall which protects the old city of Damascus is crystal clear until today.The citadel was built during the Seljuk rule, and rebuilt during Saladdin rule.It occupies an area of land estimated 220*190 square meters.It has 13 towers. Nur Eddin tower in the south west part of the wall, was built in 1168 A.D.Al-saleh Ayoub tower was built in 1248 A.D.There are seven gates, some of the gates date back to the roman era. Bab Touma and Bab Sharqi are perhaps the most oldest and famous gates of the old city of Damascus.Damascus museum, souk Al-Hamidieh and several other souks, palaces, Khans, and oldschools and Bimarestans are additional attraction in the old city of Damascus.
Graduation paper 1998
Friday, February 10, 2006
Was astonished of how well cultured and educated and good English command they have…and was really proud of that…this is our Bright Syrian Youth full of bright Ideas and thoughts…when i used to talk to friends from other countries they’ve always asked me that they were surprised to find a Syrian young girl with such ideas and good English. and I’ve always start defending and telling them that they are mistaken and that almost all Syrian young people are well educated…which now is absolutely proven after browsing through those blogs that I came by, by chance.
God bless you all and long live Syria