Sunday, 27 December 2009


Again i will use my strong ability of inventing verbs! this weekend we were syraning! means investigating Syria! on anyother occasion i wont use such terms but his was a tribute to my dear friend Dani. all the time we spent getting lost and getting on the nerves of the Syrians is remarkable and admirable. this is a country that knows how to live and how to celebrate its Christmas.

Thursday, 24 December 2009

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Monday, 21 December 2009

Adding up

To understand human nature is a complicated design analysis process, it painful , vain , hard and it's change is unpredictable and depends on the type of chromosome that constituted this marvelous design, of course whether it was X or Y. lets elaborate on X here , i truly believe that x is way much more bewildering and more unpredictable. she keeps on creating reasons and personalities that Y cant keep with. she hold multi layers and keeps changing them every second.Mood swings, believes, ideological believes, taste in clothes, taste in shoes, taste in men, favorite movies, favorite music and most likely best friends. for a woman the biggest problem can be solved with a piece of chocolate or a pair of nice shoe. she would monitor her life till she lays her claws on the perfect man and then only then she shows her sharp teeth to the poor man. (ofcourse sarcastically speaking)

Even though many would disagree, but women have the ultimate power to manipulate, argue or even to discourse any kind of argument and any kind of decision her Superior man is willing to take.

All this shows real power that women have. they hold the ultimate power in the universe, ancient people knew that and that is why they framed her as the goddess. the modern man knew that and that is why he decided to break her down.and worst of all he wants her to fight for her rights! the rights that are supposed to be given to her by birth ! he wants her to be proud and happy for achieving minimal tasks like being a pilot or becoming a taxi driver! he took the right from her and he is now proud of her because she managed to achieve! honestly am ashamed of people who are proud of the first pilot woman becasue this is the normal situation not a celebrated event!
Shame on you men ! shame on you !


like seriously!!!

i dont understand few things in life and they seems super bizarre though for me they are super clear! like why do i have t stay in the office doing nothing and gazing endlesly at my screen while i have nothing to do ! if i have finished the things i was supposed to do then why is an obligation to sty in a place that i dont to stay inand doing somthing i dont want to do ! practically ,thy shouldnt pay me for those hours! am not doing any actual work!

the second stuipd thing! someone writing on thier picture.. brother for life! ok so the fact that you are brothers is indeed FOR LIFE! are you gonna stop being brothers after a while! lets say a year! dose it hold the same meaning when two lovers write on thier facebook picture TOGETHER FOR EVER! well, i can understand that but BROTHERS FOR LIFE! that is too much ! am not really sure why people run after chliches like they are a creative act somehow!

I HATE mean mean mean mean mean people and i dont mean Wajdy mean! i mean people who would talk abot you behind thier back and they stab you in the back AGAIN! yes again and again and again! seriously they dont think other people would know that they they fooling them and they are only looking more stuipd!

Thursday, 10 December 2009


Egypt , a marvelous country full with contradiction. Foreigners won't understand all the overlapping scenarios but we Arab tourists can relate to. All the scenes we saw in real life we have already got accustomed to seeing them in the movies. One of the most adorable and bedazzling scenes that we saw in Egypt is this man who was sitting and looking at my huge camera that was staring at him in the eye. He sat there while I was secretly taking his picture. Emotionless and carless he stands for a big percentage of the Egyptian population. The crazy person who looks at you and asks you for a pictures and stands there proud of himself wearing his galabia ( the national dress ) and his American glasses. J What a country!

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

virtual objectification

The portable digital camera is the best product man kind had ever invented. The tiny tool that is based on a simple physical law and requires only mirrors and lenses is an essential part of our lives in the 20th Centaury indeed is has created a boom in the art industry and shifted the initial essence of the act of painting. The tiny hand held device is the magical god that captures surrounding moments, touristic monuments, emotions, expressions and most of all people’s memory and fragments of their life. the obsessive addictive device managed to mentally capture its user and captivate him in the bordered world the camera is able to create. The interior pixels create various worlds and optimum reality. The objects that compose any image are independent of its own though each has a role but combined together they provide a magical dialogue with each other, but the most astonishing is that they take the life of their own and become immortal. The objects might change positions and arrangements thus changing their conceivable reality. For the photographer those photos would become his own belonging his is the god that created this world and little by little the lens becomes the eye that he hides behind to conceive the actual surrounding. He is rediscovering life on his own terms. At one point this self created god might die but his self created would forever live.

The series below are instant emotions and moments that are lost in the everyday life. the images were bewildering even for the actors appear in the photos. The captured emotions were a shock and astonishing.

Saturday, 28 November 2009


needless to say that i hate eid and hate the social activities that comes with it. but looking at it from economical point of view it is the smartest system ever created for the smartest ideology in the world. the fact that it uses religion as a drive to ensure cash flow and money movement to sustain the market . to be honest very impressive! very very unique! the day before eid streets are packed with people who literally run towards good and clothes, towards food and drinks. face book is filled with the happy eid statuses and the tagged pictures that in this particular eid shows salutered sheep! why dose it have to be a sheep this cute white animal! no one knows but i suppose the Animal rights foundation has nothing to do except staying still and watching those cute creatures slaughtered! i wonder if the same things happened to dogs!

personally i love EID! amazing time to witness people's low IQ and their naiveness! and an amazing paid holiday!

Wednesday, 25 November 2009


Reading : Mortal Citie
listening : ( streaming the whole day )
loving : Theodore Dystovsky
Projects: Project Lorie-Project Life-Project City !
waiting : the results of the Logo ! My new EOS camera !
hoping to go Brussel :)
Hating : my car !

Sunday, 22 November 2009

21st centaury slavery

World organizations argue that the age of slavery has ended after the world war and now our life is filled with the slogans of the civil rights foundations. Scholars started studying human rights in universities! As if human right is a subject to be studied and comprehended! As if the simple right to be respected and the right to be free and SIMPLY LIVE has to be scripted on paper and spoken in world wide conferences ! It has to be studied to find its way in this living world!

But again even with this media mess and the obligation to exist, we are still not free. Even in the middle of the 21st century we are still slaves for the head of the capital in other words the sheep owner! The owner that haven't read the human right declaration and haven't had any human right course or read any management book! Worst of all someone who knows nothing and understand nothing and thinks that the world revolves around his money! It is one thing to be slaves for the corporation and the institution , it is one thing that one doesn't own his own time for the sake for balanced life, it is one thing to be a slave for the capitalism, for advertising agencies, for the mass media, for the law, for religion, for mass destruction or for global economy but to be a slave for stupidity and mood swing to be slave for a sheep owner. this is the new slavery of the 21st century that not even Luther king has expected ! He had a dream! But he forgot to sleep in the first place!

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Wednesday, 18 November 2009


ok you have to admit that having a blog is one of the craziest and wierdest things in life! if i was told that 6 years ago i would have a facebook page, multiple acounts on the crazy ning network and a BLOG! i will totally freak out and go crazy . to me that would be a sort of opening up and exposing feeling and emotions this will be showing fear, craziness, love, hate and most of all showing my vulnerable points.looking at the issue form this perspetive i have this struggle each time i post something on this page. this is not a professional hotspot where hard words and design issues is discussed. this is not an online portfolio where things can be bragged about . this is not a complete journal to serve as a personal notebook, definatly not personal since poeple can follow it and read things! untill this moment i havent figured out what this blog means or where it shall end! it is just as messy as my life is and as crazy and random as all the thoughts in my head. i will keep jugging between words and betweens life by at least it is ONE life and it is totally mine and it is one blog ( for now) and it is totally mine.

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Beat That UP

Mother Motherland monument

It just feels good to dig more in the Russian history and to find all the crazy things those Russians do and capable of doing. This memorial of huge sizes was built in the end of 50's to pay the tribute to the memory of those people who were killed on their duties during the WWII. The monument is in Guinness Book of World Records as the highest monument at that time. The woman symbolizes Russia and is two times higher than Statue of Liberty with 85 meters high (~280 feet.)

Monday, 9 November 2009

Vandalism in Jabal Al-Joufe

8th of November is now marking a new date that will be joined and linked to the events of the rebellion and vandalism in Ma'an and the renowned fights in the JU university over one Caucasian girl . Where on the opposite side big billboard advertisements stand in the face of the citizens promising with a more modern and a brighter future, the situation in Jabal Al joufe (eastern Amman) promises otherwise. The death of one young man who descends to one famous tribe leads to destroying public and private properties ; ironically including a public hospital that offers free of charge treatment.

One might relate those actions to the escalating economical situation of the country or the rage against the corrupt government but such action that came as consequence of the death of their son in the hospital after being admitted couple of weeks as result of a street fight. The tribe gave itself the right to form its own constitution and ask for the person responsible for his death of course asking for their revenge. Revenge in Jordan has always formed itself as a base in the tribal constitution. Usually the result of such action is either the death of the killer or a huge amount of money that would be agreed upon by the two parts of the family.

this year we are celebrating Amman's 100 birthday , we are making bigger cities and taller buildings, we are providing more services and we have better education and more jobs but on the other side we are turning into more savage people and our points are becoming narrower and narrower. we higher expensive people to plan streets and buildings that we destroy when we get mad about and seek revenge. We neglect the increase in the gas and food we neglect the increasing rate of unemployment but we never let go of revenge and hand the power to the authority! Maybe the city needs a new master plan for what is on the inhibitors head before planning what is under their feet.

Monday, 2 November 2009

Saint Peterburg-Intensive lense

i left my soul there

A city I barely know, a city I barely lived in, though I claim it to be mine and claim to own its wind, snow, rivers and bridges. I claim to understand its people, its routine and its everyday life. Here I am walking like an alien in its streets, following the curves of the Neva River on my touristic map. I walk counting the tiles on the floors, the falling autumn leaves on the fresh green grass, the lighten windows on the classical facades.

I walk like an alien in the city that brought peace to my heart, in the city that it completely owned by me the same city that witnessed my birth. I left my soul there to be the impress of the palace and the owner of the houses, the blessed goddess that protects the rivers and the boats, the protector of the winter and the summer palace, the savior of the white legged trees of the continues forests. I mixed with the blood of Alexander and spilled on the Blood of the Savior Cathedral and mingled it with the water of the river and the rain. I am the power that opens the bridges at night to draw beautiful drawings against the black sky.

Tuesday, 13 October 2009


Franz Kafka

Gregor who suddenly over night turns into an insect over night is locked tragically in his new body. The story beautifully reveals his emotional struggle between his new identity as an insect and his old self as a working human being. He desperately refuses his new self and afraid of what he might become. He clings to his human self by clinging to his emotional feelings towards his family. He knew that insects don’t love or hate and they certainly don’t have emotions, for him as long as he gets hold of those these emotions then his transformation is not complete. Throughout the progress of the story lot his behaviors change and so is his family’s reaction to him. They stopped considering him as a brother or a son rather gradually they looked at him in sympathy and disgust until the end of the story when they his being is contradicting with their being.

What legitimizes a human being, is it the memory that he prints in people’s mind, is it the amount of money that they posses and willing to give. their attachment to one another is governed by a thin line that can be cut by time . everyone is replaceable and surely everyone is disposable even if the emotions in hand are pure family emotions. In gregor’s case, he was the money provider for the family and they depended on him hence he was respected. When he lost his ability to be involved in the working field they had to abandon him and look for other sources.

The story magically reveals the feeling of an insect, the way it moves or crawls on the walls, the way it eats or aches, the way it thinks and corresponds to external effects, we see this thorough his feeling of despair and shame of not being able to help his family, his feelings of hurt and deep sorrow and sadness. It should not be read in a biased manner towards him or his family , it is a story of every day happening and everyday life. the disgusting feelings of an insect that might push the reader to vomit while the feelings o f the family and their disgusting means of survivor after the his death is two sides of one coin.

Friday, 9 October 2009

i love :)

1. i love it when you put your fingers on your moustache when you think .
2. i love it when you smile at me when you predict what am going to do or say.
3. i love it when you play your guitar while waiting for me to get ready to leave.
4. i love it when you get so upset and mad when you are nicotine deprived or when you hungry.
5. i love it when you put music just for me and always put jazz followed by nora jones just to make me smile cause u know i love her
6. i love it when you listen to me when i talk about architectural stuff and try to make sense of what i am saying.
7. i love it when you kiss me and then look in my eyes and tell me that you miss me.
8. i love it when you wear nice and tidy shirts even though you hate them just to please me.
9. i love it when you dance with me in the street whenever you hear a nice song being played.
10. i love it when you come home with my favourite gummy bears and my favourite chocolate.
11. i love it when you know my size and know my style in clothes. most of all i love when you go shopping with me and hold the tones of clothes that i chose knowing that i will only buy one.
12. i love when you talk to my sisters and joke with me about me and about my crazy habits.
13. i love it when u allow me to bite you and pinch even tough it hurts you.
14. i love it when you move your head wen you play the guitar.
15. i love it when you make my morning coffee in order to avoid the monster :)
16. i love it when you join me for a cup of tea ..... in the tea pot that i insisted to have and you bought for me willingly :)
17. i love it when you act as if you were reading while you are just making a point and not talking to me and acting mad.
18. i love it when you get upset and mad when am late or when i say something illogical , you have funny expressions when you get upset.
19. i love it when you get worried if i did not answers your emails during the day when we are at work.
20. i love it when you eat with me though you are full cause u know i hate to eat alone.
21. i love it when u trust me while driving and don't freak out whenever a car passes by.
22. i love it when you still love me even if you were waiting for me for an hour.
23. i love it when you get upset and jealous when i get dressed and put on a new shirt when am going to meet Aby's friend ( the ambassador ) :)
24. i love it when you solve all kind of riddles and the answer for all the questions of the world
25. i love it when you start bragging about the things that you know and the dates that you memorise :) saying they are important.

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

my tiny tiny

I have a tiny tiny box in my bag that I keep, filled with rosemary roses and sweet memories. Apple seeds with a bit of lemon drips in my box.with beatiful colored edges like a mexican bride,bright red and yellow with drops of green. Rarely I open it now in order not to lose the scent that has been accumulating during the years and is inhabiting the space that is holding most of my memories and my hidden treasures. In this box I used to play hide and seek with my self. Many times I caught myself hiding in the midst of the flowers of that box beyond all the logic and all the numbers that dazzles my little brain. In my box I have hidden so long that I learnt the melodies of the silent notes and I embraced the colors of the rainbow glowing in the sky. I wrinkled the purple papers that for so long occupied my sketchbook and mixed with the roses making them my bed. I stayed so long in my box that now it is time to bury it and open a new one.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

shity mind

woman at point Zero -Nawal sadawi

The book opens up with the internal conflict of the powerful doctor that feels challenged by this prisoner named ferduis that refuse to meet her . her silence left the doctor hopeless and powerless, feeling that she has beaten by a killer who would be dead in few days. The psychological defeat of one man is only attained by silence. But at the end of the book the author/doctor admits that a killer who is true and honest is more powerful and honest than her. a killer who seeks her oneness is more powerful that a neurologist. Sitting on the ground feeling intermediated by the power around ferduis and her existence the doctor she doesn’t feel the coldness of the bare rough concrete. Ferduis slowly unravels graphically her story her emotions and her way of looking at people’s eyes in attempt t o understand them. He life is tragic filled with oppression and rejection by everyone she meets, abused in her childhood and adulthood, practically the story of 50% of women in the middle east.

The story jumps between the temples of fear and hate at one point and hate and anger at another, between black small eyes and the light they reflect as the ferduis address. This is not a story of prostitute thriving for compassion this is a story of a strong powerful woman who seek the freedom of her soul in a society controlled by sexual creatures called men.
At one point in her life she understands the contradicting parts of a relationship and gains control by choosing to be a prostitute. At some parts of the book she tries to blend in the society holding her “respect” with her high school diploma but she fails. When she decides to regain her freedom of choice she gains respect, when she decides to tell the truth in a world full of men’s lies she gets prosecuted and considered as a dangerous woman.

The content is powerful and tackles aspects of social, economical and religious society . taking the reader through a turbulent life with child abuse, child molestation, circumcision, rape, betrayal by people that led to her explosion in a life she struggled to adapt to but she couldn’t.

Wednesday, 30 September 2009


بيننا و بين السماء 2 كم لكن ليس كلنا يريد ان يمشي او حتى ان يفتح عينيه!
يا زلمة افتح عينيك و شوفها هايها كريبة
يكفي التجهم في السما يا اخي
ها و شو هاظ تجهم!

Sunday, 27 September 2009


procrastinate /proʊkr'æstɪneɪt/
procrastinates 3rd person present; procrastinating present participle; procrastinated past tense,past participle
If you procrastinate, you keep leaving things you should do until later, often because you do not want to do them. VERB formal
Most often we procrastinate when faced with something we do not want to do. V
procrastination N-UNCOUNT /proʊkr'æstɪn'eɪʃən/
He hates delay and procrastination in all its forms.

a new word that i just learnt , am using this word almost 10 times a day, i wonder how my life was before i knew it exists. i wonder what things are there waiting for me to explore them and see how my life would change if i knew them .
back to the procastiation, since i got to the architectural school i found it really hard to start working on things specially if the process of thinking is envolved. i would do a cup of coffe, i will fix my room, i will read a book that i bought two years ago , iwill check my facebook three times per minute! hoooo it was pretty hard to start ! for me things were never logical so i decided to run away from logic to feelings and i started to design what feels right and it always turned out o be right, so procastination ... ammm i think i was just procastinating ,...

i was not actually intouch with my inner feelings!

Thursday, 24 September 2009


water and steel wires

nothing was more dazzeling than the horizon line between the sky and the sea. from the series steel bar and water

bits from london