Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Song Lyrics - Wasted Hours

"All those wasted hours we used to know. 
Spent the summer staring out the window. 
The wind, it takes you where it wants to go." 
- Arcade Fire




I refused to be that object. That pathetic plastic bag with no control over its destiny. A bag under the mercy of the winds around it. Powerless and weak. Never moving forwards, always moving in circles. Sucked into chaos ... What wasted hours indeed.

I decided I no longer wanted to be that, the moment I decided to come out to myself and to my close friends and relatives. I wanted to take control of my life. Even if it meant powering against the backwards and self-righteous winds of my society; I now at least have control over my future. I get to live life the way nature intended.

I never regret that decision. And more than anything, I am thankful for all the support I had along the way. Support from people I never expected to accept me as I am. I truly wish strength to everyone living their lives in fear. Wasting hours trying to be something they're not. Wasting hours trying to adapt with the wind, only to find that the wind is what's keeping them lost in the first place. Life is what you make of it.

"Wasted hours that you make new
Turn into, a life that we could live"
- Arcade Fire

Monday, 24 December 2012

I'm back!

بعد غياب أكثر من 6 أشهر .... كل عام والجميع بخير. 



Monday, 18 June 2012

يا متشائم ...


في هذا الجو السياسي الذي تمر فيه المنطقة، وجدت أفكاري تأخذني إلي ذكريات رحلات شرم الشيخ مع العائلة.

أذكر مرة ذهبنا على إحدى الجولات على العربات النارية في الصحراء. وصلنا أنا واخوتي إلى خيمة شعر. منطقة بعيدة كل البعد عن أزمة عمان وناسها. جلسنا لنشرب فنجان من القهوة، وإذ بأبي يفتح موضوع سياسي مع قائد الجولة. شاب مصري بسيط.

كانت هناك في تلك الأوقات قمة عربية مقامة في شرم الشيخ؛ موضوع الحلقة كما يقال

"بتحب حسني مبارك؟" سأله أبي. "يالله عاد، ما حد سامع، احكي إلي بقلبك!"

أتذكر نظرة الخوف في عين هذا الرجل، وكأنه رأى شبح. إختار كلماته بكل تأني. وكأن اجابته مراقبة في هذا الخلاء. خوفه كان حقيقياً ولن أنسى ذلك الموقف.

خاصة وها نحن الآن. في وقت تبدو فيه هذه الذكرة من وحي الخيال. بعد أقل من عشرة اعوام، نرى هذا الدكتاتورالذي كان بوسعه إرعاب رجل صادق ونزيه خلف القضبان، يعاقب بالسجن المؤبد. ومصر، أم الدنيا، تحتفل بحلتها الديمقراطية الجديدة!



فلماذا التشائم عند التكلم عن حقوق المثليين؟ لماذا لا نرى اليوم الذي سينظر فيه إلى هذه الصورة الأخرى بندم؟ مثليين في مصر خلف القضبان بسبب فعل لا يؤذي أحد، بسبب مشاعر لا يمكن لأحد التحكم بها أو تغييرها. هذه القضبان نفسها التي بعد 10 سنين حشت الحقير حسني مبارك وعاقبته على جرائمه.

 شيء قائد تلك الجولة في شرم الشيخ لم يحلم بحصوله ولو  بدهر!


فأسألك اليوم، لماذا التشائم؟ عندما يحقق المستحيل أمام أعيننا.



Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Why should you love me?

This is a post that celebrates the homosexual man, since we get condemned by society enough, here is the other side to the story. 

On why you should love your gay neighbour. 

If you are a woman: Your gay best friend will tell you off when you're about to commit the biggest mistake of your life. Juliet would have lived on after Romeo, if only she had a gay best friend (see video)



Your gay best friend will also be the one person from the opposite sex who for once doesn't see you as a piece of meat with no brain. He will probably see beyond those two breasts of yours and appreciate you for who you really are. 

If you are a man: Your gay best friend will guide you through your relationships with girls. Give you good valuable advice on what not to do, and how to be romantic. Probably help with your horrible fashion taste too. 

If you are a mother: A gay son would mean avoiding the whole daughter-in-law issues that you risk with a straight son choosing a girl you don't approve of. No fighting and bickering with a كنة in the case of a gay son. You can rest assured, no woman would steal him away from you. 

If you are a father: You can be sure that long after you die, the woman you love (which was hopefully your wife) would have someone to take care of her 24/7. Because that's what us gay people do. We care too much. 

Hope that's been convincing. There is absolutely no reason why you should be hating on us. In fact, after reading this, you should be going around Amman looking for a gay best friend of your own!

Thursday, 17 May 2012

I Found The Cure!

... And I couldn't be happier.



I can finally work, study and live without this enormous heavy weight on my shoulders.

I have lived my entire life fighting it and denying myself the right to be happy. But it can all stop now. Because I found the cure to my illness.

How? Well step one in finding that cure was identifying the disease.

I came across a revelation. I have been fighting the wrong thing here the past two decades. My disease wasn't being gay. Show a baby a picture of two guys kissing and he wouldn't bat an eyelid. Because love is natural. We are social animals that are stimulated by positive social contact in all its forms.

Show that baby the picture 10 years later and he's suddenly disgusted by it. He's been inflicted with the true disease here. Homophobia is the problem. Homophobia that is shoved down our throats from the day we acquire the capacity to hate.

We get fed this crap till  we get to our teens, when our natural homosexual feelings rise to the surface, and we wrongly label those as our illness.

I finally got rid of my homophobia. I am now cured, able to continue my life as a normal human being. One that is able to live, love and learn. Can you get rid of yours?

May 17th, International Day Against Homophobia.

Saturday, 5 May 2012

Saturday GIFs

Maybe this should become a weekly thing!

When there is Mansaf for lunch:


When I haven't been to the gym in a while:


When I found out we were getting a fourth prime minister in less than 14 months:













When someone says gays aren't human:














When a girl tries to ask me out:
















When I can smell fresh falafel in the morning:














And I'll leave you with this story of a mother explaining homosexuality to her kids, THE HORROR they had to go through.