tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23065268435839164482024-03-07T19:16:38.288-08:00RantingsByNoufRantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-90479600330071590432020-06-18T13:33:00.005-07:002020-06-18T13:37:52.240-07:00An Introvert in the Middle East<h2 style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><br /></h2><h3 style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">Scene</h3><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">Normal Middle Eastern household, celebrating Eid after a month of fasting. Fasting in relative solitude, with your small immediate family with the perfect excuse of worship and spiritual contemplation to ward off any social advances.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">Eid is every introvert’s nightmare; the end of that quiet, blessed month of Ramadan God must have created just for us. On the surface, the objective of this holiday is to dress up and gather with your extended family over a large meal. If you are the head of the extended family, that means your house is under invasion from 7 o’clock in the morning by children wishing you “Eid mubarak” for some change and neighbors and friends visiting throughout the day and wishing you the same ending with Eid lunch after which your living room fills up with post Eid lunch comatose patients.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h3 style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">A Typical Eid in the Introvert’s Life</h3><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">Alarm goes off at 6am and I have to drag myself out of bed to get ready for a full day of people and pleasantries. Knowing what’s ahead just makes it that much harder to get excited about this celebration but in this culture, it is blasphemous not to celebrate so not attending any of the functions is not an option.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">I finish getting ready, trying to disguise myself as an extrovert to the best of my ability. The make up, dress and even the shoes are all designed to fool our guests into thinking I'm enjoying their company, while inside I vow to remain true to myself.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">Next is getting everyone else ready and out of the house for the first visit. The first visit is basically a preview of all the rest until we settle down for the big lunch at the family house. Even though we’ve probably just seen them the day before, we must greet them with zeal and the usual multiple kisses starting with one kiss on one cheek then anywhere between two to half a dozen on the other depending on the length of the greeting. It goes a little like this: (one kiss on the left cheek) “Eid Mubarak”, (move to the right cheek) kiss “Eid Mubarak”, kiss “how are you”, kiss “i’m fine thank you”, kiss “how’s your mother?” kiss “she’s fine thank you, how’s your mother?” kiss “she’s well except for her glaucoma, she can barely see but thank God for everything”, kiss “oh so sorry to hear that i hope she gets well soon”, kiss, “how are the kids?” kiss, “they’re fine thank you”. A whole conversation unfolds with this unwelcome physical contact reminding me of my preferred greeting of a distant nod of acknowledgement of the other party’s existence. And then just as you thought you were done, next comes another inhabitant of that household with another barrage of kisses complemented with the same conversation you just had with the previous greeter. Once all the kisses are over I normally like to excuse myself to the bathroom where I enjoy a few moments of solitude and gather up some courage and hope I've wasted enough time for this first visit to be over.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">After several other visits following the above-mentioned process, we reach the family house where I can relax a bit because it is full of people who know me and understand how painful these rituals are to me. Nevertheless, the process repeats itself except this time I am the host and they are entering and violating my personal space and turning my life into a kiss-fest I didn’t even ask for.</div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">When all is said and done, kisses and conversations are out of the way and lunch consumed in abundance, the post-lunch coma begins as a welcome respite. Out comes my Kindle to bring me joy after a long and stressful day. Socializing for an introvert is like giving a cat a bath. You never enter it voluntarily but when it is forced upon you, it renders you completely helpless, but you must get through it but in the end you will be released back to your quiet solitude, your natural habitat, your safe haven...</div><div style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><h3 style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;">General Advice For the Extroverts</h3><div style="line-height: 1.5;"><ol style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: left;"><li style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><b style="line-height: 1.5;">Don’t get offended</b>: if your introverted guest is reluctant to come closer or is, what you might describe, unnaturally quiet that doesn’t mean they don’t like you or your company. They just don’t like the company at all, it's not personal! They could love you and still ignore you or try to avoid engaging with you at all costs. Seriously, it’s never you, it’s them.</li><li style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><b style="line-height: 1.5;">Try to understand them</b>: instead of trying to reason with them and explaining to them why socializing is a good thing, get into their heads and understand them! Think of your most uncomfortable moment, one that makes you want to crawl out of your skin and possibly pull all your hair out. Remember that moment very well whenever you ask an introvert to do something social because this is how he/she feels when they are with other people they don’t know or even when they leave their house at all. Know that their intentions are always good and that they don’t have a mean bone in their body but that they just don’t like the same things you do. Would you try to change someone’s race or color? No. Then why would you want to change an introvert??</li><li style="line-height: 1.5; text-align: justify;"><b style="line-height: 1.5;">If you love them, save them</b>! When you are in the presence of an introvert who is forced into a social situation like Eid, you need to put on your supportive hat because they will need saving. When they come into your house, take them straight into an isolated room to give them time to adapt to being out of their homes. Introduce them to very few people, one at a time, but don’t make them engage in any kind of physical contact. Since they are your guests, it is your job to make up excuses to others for why your introverted guest cannot kiss them. Once all the introductions are over, make sure there is a chair that looks like it’s part of the gathering but is actually isolated and seat your introverted guest there. Once they’re seated and comfortable, they will be very happy to be left alone for the entire remainder of the evening. Also, if you really love them, just don’t invite them at all.</li></ol></div><div style="line-height: 1.5;"><br /></div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0Bahrain26.0667 50.55775.6517697814739485 15.401449999999997 46.48163021852605 85.71395tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-44308966453680647882015-12-22T03:42:00.002-08:002020-06-25T12:03:31.085-07:00Love what you do<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Do what you love. And if you can’t do that then love what you do. And if you can’t do that then do what you love while you do what you do. Surely that’s doable?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I hear many people grumble and whine about their jobs and how they have difficulties waking up in the morning and going to work. Sure we can talk about how employers should take measures to increase employee engagement until we’re blue in the face but let’s leave out all the uncontrollable variables and consider what we can do ourselves for a change!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We are all intelligent beings we just choose to use as little as possible of this God-given gift. That is probably because we got so used to things being handed to us such as knowledge and opportunities and sometimes even happiness that we slowly “unlearn” how to do these things ourselves. And when they’re not handed to us we see them handed to someone else and we assume that it is our God-given right and so we wait for the handout to come.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It seems that people need the proverbial knock on the head to help them realize that life don’t work that way. Whereas in the past opportunities were plentiful and happiness was a literal walk in the park we are in an age where there is a human resource surplus and a severe shortage of every other type of resource. Rewards, extrinsic and otherwise, are scarce and distributed thinly among many. Enjoyment has been redefined with technology and opportunities have been redesigned to “whatever the hell job I can find!”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This is the age of emotional intelligence…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We used to teach it to staff to prepare them for today. But today came and hardly anyone developed the basic skill of self-management. An employee is no longer excited about her job and waits for it to spontaneously get exciting. Another employee chooses a job that pays a great deal of money but then discovers it is not what he loves to do so he decides to withdraw and disengage and negatively influence everyone else around him. Why? Because the organization has not “done” one thing or another for him. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We often say that organizations need to deal with people as human beings not “resources”. They are unique beings who have needs and desires… yeah well so does my cat. Should I be feeding and emptying your litterbox too? You know what my cat does when I don’t scratch her chin? She goes and rubs it against the corner of the table. Even cats can satisfy themselves! Why can’t we??<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Also, organizations are people too! Yes there is a CEO and her team and they are all people. They take decisions every day; some wise and others no so much. Some will impact the masses and some will impact a few. Bottom line is, they’re human, they make mistakes, and take decisions that will not be favored by all so there’s no point waiting for them to make you happy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Also, NEWSFLASH: NOBODY CARES IF YOU’RE HAPPY AS LONG AS THE WORK GETS DONE!!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Do you know who cares? YOU! Ain’t nobody going around spreading joy. And if Santa Clause even exists, he only does this once a year. So what will you do for the other 364 days?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moral of the story: don’t focus on what you cannot control but focus on yourself and how you can change your circumstances, or control your emotions so that you can accept them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><o:p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-38809476512589251132015-06-25T05:31:00.001-07:002015-06-25T05:31:23.338-07:00Children and Organizations<div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">Two days ago after I noticed my kids had their noses in their iPads all day or until it runs out of power (whichever came first) I felt that I had to do something fast before their brains turned into mush. The problem is I have to work and I can't watch them all day so I had to be a little creative.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">I decided to do something very simple and see how it pans out: every night I'd give my daughter a list of tasks to do throughout the following day. Each task had a measure for achievement and another measure for overachievement. All she had to do is to perform the task and tick the appropriate box next to it once done. If she achieves it all she gets BD1 and if she goes the extra mile she gets BD2.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">It's only been two days and I still can't believe the amount of excitement it created! When I got home from work that first day she couldn't wait to tell me what she has achieved and to my pleasant surprise I found that she decided to go the extra mile on all the tasks.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">Last night I prepared the second task list and posted it on her board and in the morning I explained what needed to be done so earlier in my office I got this whatsapp voice note from her asking me to send her the link for the quraan verse she's supposed read today.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">Some of the tasks were reading a book or drawing a picture and others were aimed at engaging her brother or helping him with his summer homework. One of them is always a writing exercise to engage her imagination such as what would it feel like to be a fly.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">Most will say that my HR persona has spilled over into my home and I don't mind that at all. Every group of people with a shared objective is considered an organization and most organizational insights provide great benefit in home organizations and vice versa. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">Doing this helped me realize a few things about human behavior irrespective of age:</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">- Giving someone a purpose and incentive means you have given them motivation and excitement; something to look forward to and a sense of achievement.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">- When people know what is expected of them they will perform. When they know what going the extra mile looks like they are more likely to go that extra mile and not settle for the minimum.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">- Timely reward that is constant and proportional assures the continuity of the whole process.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); direction: ltr;">It's amazing how much we can learn about ourselves and others just by observing our children. Their basic, almost primal instincts are the best testing grounds to see how the world is constructed and how human behavior is influenced by our surroundings. Most importantly, they teach us simplicity in an increasingly complex world...</div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-87139112276640022272015-06-17T12:32:00.001-07:002015-06-17T12:35:32.387-07:00My new helper is #human_too<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When I was invited to be part of the judging panel for the Bahrain Awareness Award, I jumped to the opportunity and here’s just one reason why:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This week, and after a 3 month wait with a lot of jumping through hoops to fulfill her government’s migration requirements, my new domestic helper has arrived safely in Bahrain. It is so close to Ramadan that you just know how precious her arrival was to me. She is 32 yours old and single mother to 3 children the youngest of which is only 2 years old…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I welcomed her into my home and showed her around and then took her to her room to rest. Every morning she would come down with bloodshot eyes and a despondent look on her face until one day I asked if she was alright and if she needed anything when she suddenly disintegrated into a flood of tears. Once she calmed down she explained that she misses her children and especially her youngest who was too small to understand why her mother was no longer with her…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As a mother myself, this one statement was like a knife in my heart triggering a storm of erratic emotions. I started questioning my own morals wondering why it didn’t occur to me that this would be the case and whether or not I’ve made the right decision causing this rift in such a fragile family. Am I the villain for extricating her from her world and throwing her into this one? Have I created too many victims in the process of ensuring my own comfort?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Would I ever consider leaving my children and traveling thousands of miles to take care of somebody else’s children? Would I be willing to deprive them of access to my affection and venture into unknown territory with a questionable living and working environment? They hear of the stories of abuse and destitution that come out of our region towards domestic helpers and in spite of it all they do come; and there is only one reason for that: <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">S U R V I V A L<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Human beings were born with choices and decisions and consequences; some of us more than others. Those who believe that they have no choice are the ones who compromise on their happiness and that of their children for what they believe is their own good do so because they run out of choices. They have exhausted all possible options in their countries and have barely managed to survive. The only choice they seem to have is to live at someone else’s mercy five time zones away just to barely make enough to give their children a better life… without them in it. They settle to become mere spectators in the new and improved lives they’ve created with the meager income they earn by making our lives easier.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As recipients of their services, as custodians to their welfare, as privileged individuals happily living in the bosom of our families able to embrace our own children whenever we please, would it be too much trouble to treat them with a little respect? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Bahrain Award has given me a way to contribute to this cause. 50 submissions, 23 shortlisted and 750,000 views. If only 1% of these views have had an impact we would have 7,500 people paying their domestic help on time. Next round is going regional; more views and higher impact and driven by the future “sirs” and “madams” of their own households… just imagine what will become when they have their own domestic help…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It is a flash forward of a future that makes me proud of our youth today.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">For more information about the award and this year’s winning submissions visit <a href="http://www.bahrainawards.com/">www.bahrainawards.com</a> .<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-25626111636242637392015-04-20T10:47:00.001-07:002015-04-20T10:47:18.834-07:00The DBA Monologues<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Time:</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><a href="x-apple-data-detectors://0" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">7:00pm</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Kids are in bed and I have to work on my paper I’ve been putting it off too long.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ok but first I need to pick this loose thread off my shirt… It may take hours it’s a very stubborn thread. It’s been bothering me for weeks every time I wear this shirt but I’ve been putting that off too.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">No… I will not cut it with scissors I have to get to the root of the problem or it will only come back!<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Oh look what the cat’s doing! I must Snap this! But first let me Snap something about my paper so people will be impressed that I’m working so hard on it…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">[Long period of staring into space and panicking about not finishing paper]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Ok how about I search for more literature? The 173 articles I already downloaded and neatly grouped into a folder marked “literature folder # 57” just don’t seem to be giving me what I need…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Searching…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Hey this isn’t about identity conflict of working mothers in the Middle East! This says “working girls”!</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">[Reads more feminist literature on prostitution in the Roman Empire]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Interesting as this is (NOT!) I should really get back to my paper. Best thing to do is to take each article separately and make my notes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">[Opens first article and reads the abstract]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Hey what was that noise!? Oh it’s my stomach… better get something to eat.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">“Hello? Il Capo Pizza?”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">[Re-reads abstract]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Darn bladder! I shouldn’t have had so much coffee! But it does enhance my cognitive abilities so its fine I’ll just go real quick.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">[Re-re-reads abstract]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">[Opens blank Word document]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">[Stares at blinking cursor]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Hey I should write a blog post about staring at the blinking cursor! Maybe style it as a cross between Seinfeld and The Simpsons… but no, I must focus! The brilliant blog post can wait.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">[Re-re-re-reads abstract]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">DING DONG!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Yay pizza’s here! I’m due for a break anyway I’ve been at it for too long…</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Time: <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://1" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="1">7:08</a><o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p class="" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </o:p></p>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-43907678632824760102015-03-23T12:24:00.000-07:002015-03-23T12:27:37.086-07:00Bahrain’s New Economy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Daniel Bell (1974) came up with the concept of
Post-Industrialism or Post Industrial Society. It refers to the shift from a
dominance of the manufacturing industry with its assembly line workers to the
growth of the service industry and its accompanying service oriented employees.
It comes with increased automation replacing blue-collar workers with machines
and enhanced focus on service, lean structures and professional workers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What does this have to do with anything?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don’t know but it brings to mind a phenomenon that is
taking place right here at home. The information above this paragraph came from
Wikipedia, below it is just me theorizing on what is taking place with the
market in Bahrain today and relating it to Bell’s theory. It has no merit
academically, economically, politically, comically or otherwise. However, with
all pieces of useless research must come the researcher’s own contribution and
I will gift you mine; no citation required.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In its early days, Bahrain started out as a pearl trade
country moving later on to manufacturing from aluminum extrusion to refining
GCC oil. Jobs in large manufacturers like Alba or Bapco were highly lucrative
and extremely competitive and the service industry was yet to be born. Then
came the banking “revolution” creating our own little post industrial culture
especially after opening the competition in the telecom industry and I observed
that service suddenly became a priority on everyone’s agenda.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now here comes my little contribution to this particular
body of research…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The financial crisis and later on the political one have
created an employment void. People lost jobs in the service industry and
business have shrunk tremendously causing a shortage of positions available for
the increasing number of college graduates. However, the amazing outcome of
these mishaps is a new wave of employees: the self-employed. Home grown
businesses have emerged with the social media spike and we have seen many of them
flourish before our eyes on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram and then move out
of the virtual world and into the trade fairs and markets and permanent
offices, shops and kitchens.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So Bahrain moves from the industrial revolution, to the
service industry to the entrepreneurial industry; what I would like to call
“post-post-industrialism”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please let us not focus on the ridiculousness of the term
I’m about to coin and let’s pay attention to its meaning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We, Bahrainis, do not succumb to market conditions or go
around begging for jobs. We CREATE jobs for ourselves and we do it well! We
have talents and business sense and we put them together to create innovative
products and services that compete with those in medium and large companies. We
do what we love and that is our job. The typical Bahraini is independent and
resourceful. We don’t wait for handouts or help. We earn our respect and place
in society and business and we make a name that sells itself. We don’t shy away
from laborious tasks and we don’t look down upon those who perform them if we
happen to be more fortunate. We are down to earth and amiable and we get our
hands dirty and we are PROUD OF IT.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-28165899846968174852015-03-03T08:48:00.001-08:002015-03-03T08:48:21.845-08:00The Blog Connection to Academia<div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;">As I embark on my next phase in my DBA journey I had a couple of months of stagnation where I just couldn't go through with my research. The originally intended topic was Migrant Worker issues in Bahrain and while it is a subject still close to my heart I was relating to a more potent internal struggle that screamed to be explored and studied and shared with the academic world. It is a topic to which many would relate especially in this patriarchal society in which we live. Those couple of months were a constant internal debate of the aspects of my life that I hold dear and important and the duality of my role as professional and homemaker where the time and effort distribution are not equal yet the expectations are high at both ends. It is a situation where societal norms are pulling me to one side while the need to maintain my place in the professional arena pull me to the other. The decision was then made for me that this will be the topic of my study.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;">I started reading feminist and post colonial literature on this very subject and while I've always struggled with non-fiction I found that I can actually lose myself into this form of prose. It is the first time I actually enjoy anything that is not bound by the parameters of a plot and a climax and a surprise ending. Currently reading Remaking Women: Feminism and Modernity in the Middle East; a compilation of articles edited by Lila Abu-Lughod with a primary focus on Egypt and secondary focus on Turkey and Iran.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;">Just looking at the title caused me to raise an eyebrow as it was the first time I see feminism and Islam in the same context where they two always seemed contradictory to me. The book uses post-colonial theories to analyze discourses on the role of women then and now and explores the notion of modernity as it is understood and adopted in the policy making of these societies. Modernity itself is highly debated among scholars with its roots stemming from a time that we would not characterize as modern now and with the added complexity of the existence of postmodernism in the mix. The dual role of women is a central theme of these articles which is where I hope to find the theoretical backbone of my research.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;">At the last peer review workshop I attended in Bradford I was audience to one of the best research presentations I have ever seen. She was a colleague from the Netherlands who is doing an auto ethnographic study of herself in the three roles that she holds in her universe. Her ability to draw and maintain the lines between her three roles throughout her journey was outstanding and I am so much more interested in the literary aspect of the DBA than its scientific merit that I am seriously considering this approach.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress; direction: ltr;">One of the integral components of writing such research is maintaining a detailed journal of not only what has occurred in my life but also my mindset at the time and the "conversations" I'm having about it. Hence I thought why not use my blog for this? It is after all a form of ranting isn't it?</div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-62863349908065563512015-01-25T23:17:00.001-08:002015-01-25T23:17:54.103-08:00LossIt's not easy to lose something.. Or someone.. It's not easy to have something and suddenly not have it anymore. A loss is a loss with varying degrees of difficulty. The more attached you are to it the harder it is to come to terms with losing it. <div><br></div><div>Sometimes you lose someone who was once close and that loss manifests itself into great lament. Why did I not pick up the phone when she called? Why wasn't I there when she needed me? Why didn't I call her the other day? Moments that you could have had but didn't because you've taken life for granted. A life so short you one day sit and wonder where it went.. And we keep doing it over and over again.. Taking life for granted.. Because we lost a friend once surely it won't happen again? Not twice.. Not to us.. Well it does happen. All the time. To everyone..</div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes you mourn the loss of something you don't even have.. It is something for which you had been hoping and praying but then you lose that hope.. That's probably the worst kind of loss. Because hope is something you always have and when what you're hoping for doesn't happen it's a loss that occurs over and over again. It's the same redundant sadness that just doesn't get any better.. It's a loss you keep losing..</div><div><br></div><div>No words of advice here.. I cannot preach what I do not know. All I can say is I'll try not to take it for granted.. Life I mean.. But also everyone around me. It's not worth the guilt..</div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-62229361357674353402015-01-08T05:26:00.001-08:002015-01-20T09:15:30.565-08:00All the Light We Cannot See: A Review… Sort of<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Half way through All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr I paused to reflect on human nature and how people are sometimes forced to conform with a socially constructed concept to which they may or may not subscribe yet find themselves consciously participating with a heavy heart and a niggling feeling in their throats..</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><br>The book is set during WWII German invasion of France and depicts how "Hitler Youth" are trained to become soldiers for the reich on one hand and the devastation caused by the invasion particularly to a young blind girl who has a vision bigger than any sighted person you’ll ever know.. Told from the perspective of those conformists who do not subscribe to the ideologies prescribed by the "Fuhrer" the story personifies the inner turmoil that one feels when doing something with which they don't particularly agree and the feelings are real and applicable to even less dire situations..<br><br>Even in the face of severe punishment for nonconformity people find a way to express their individuality and break away from social norms. The angry French women who supply food and wash clothes use their services as an underground resistance while on the surface they appear to comply hiding little messages in loaves of bread or adding minuscule amounts of toxic elements to the Nazis’ laundry or the kids in the orphanage who find solace in a forbidden radio frequency that tells them all about the world which they would otherwise never experience..<br><br>Lights and color are recurring motifs that run in parallel throughout this novel. Marie-Laure, the blind girl. identifies the world by the colors she perceives in everything she experiences. these colors are from her memory as a child but each person or place has a special color that does not necessarily correlate with reality. The lights vary in brightness, the happier the experience the brighter they are. The sea, her favorite place, is a shimmer in her world where all her troubles disappear.<br><br>The story runs in many parallels that revolve around the paranormal, depravity, desperation, conformity, camaraderie and loss. It even delves into the world of physics, electronics and marine biology. It was difficult to stay engaged and I got lost in the plot on several occasions but I was determined to finish it because I was too stubborn to let a book go to waste. I was drawn to it from the Kindle reviews and the best-selling status of its author, Anthony Doerr. It is akin to a book that would be assigned as high school reading and I envision it to become one of the classics of our time.</span><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-goonSL0tqHs/VL6NG3G6g6I/AAAAAAAAANA/HFQ4SOhmM5w/s640/blogger-image--1919377707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-goonSL0tqHs/VL6NG3G6g6I/AAAAAAAAANA/HFQ4SOhmM5w/s640/blogger-image--1919377707.jpg"></a></div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-27766148233941225802015-01-06T11:39:00.001-08:002015-01-07T02:24:28.480-08:00زمان احن اليه<div style="direction: rtl;">احن لزمن امتاز ببساطته و صدق مشاعره..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كان الجار صاحب الجار والصديق اكثر من عضيد و الفريج أمان والوناسه نرسمها على الارض و ننقز عليها او خمس حصايات نتلقفها او قواطي بيبسي نطيحها بالكرة..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كانت البرادة معلم من معالم الفريج كل بيت محاذيها و كل عيدية تنصرف فيها و راعيها صديج الكبير والصغير من طيبته خلاك تشتري سلف و متى ما قدرت تدفع له..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كانت مشاكلنا وهمية من ام الخضر والليف لي الفارس الملثم و طبعا ما ننسى ام حمار..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كنا نقعد نجابل الشاشة الملونة ننطر الساعة اربع بفارغ الصبر ونكيف على سنان و سندباد و توم اند جيري.. واذا كلش شطحنا طالعنا المصارعة الحرة وقعدنا نقلدهم ما تفرق ولد كنت او بنت..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كانت عذاري فعلاً عين واكبر ألعابها البانوش، و الحديقة المائية في عزها كان يوم السعد لي ودونا لها واذا بغينا نتكشخ رحنا ديري كوين نختم فيه يومنا..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كنا نلعب صيده في دواعيس ام الحصم لا نحس بخطر ولا احد يحاتينا، كل بيت أهلنا و حتى الجيران اهل..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كنا ندرع بجلابياتنا ونقرقع في بيوت الناس في رمضان و نرجع نفوشر مين الي يمع اكثر من الثاني.. </div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كنا نروح البيت العتيج في الحد ابو الحوش الكبير مربط خيل نلعب فيه ما نمل.. وأمي أمينة تلعب بالكلينكس وتصفط فيه تالي اخر شي تعطينا إياه نلقاها حاطه فيه دينار.. يا فرحتنا فيه و يا حبنا لها من حياها ما تكشف ويها حتى على اجرب جريب..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">لما كان البيت العود في ام الحصم ملفانا وأمي لطيفة امنا كلنا، ربتنا من صغيرنا لكبيرنا، ننطر الإجازة بس عشان نبات عندها و ثوبها الأبيض يتطاير بمشيتها و ريحة العود ما تفارقها.. سدرتها الي زرعتها بيدها كبرت معانا صارت سند لنا كلنا ، ويوم فارقتها ... فارقتنا ... بس ما فرقتنا.. تركت اثرها فينا كلنا وعلى خطاها ينلم شملنا .. هي و امي موزة لما نشقح الشارع نوصلها و قبل لا نوصلها توصلنا، في بيتها قضينا احلى الأوقات و لازالت احلى أوقاتنا مع أولادها..</div><div style="direction: rtl;"><br></div><div style="direction: rtl;">رحمة الله عليهم جميعا، علمونا البساطة والحب والتواصل. كلهم صج أمهاتنا مب بس لقب احترام للكبير. أحيوا تراثنا و حببونا فيه و عيشونا اجمل لحظاته.. وللحين مستمرين نحيي ذكراهم بتواصلنا و إحياء تراثنا حق عيالنا وهم دوم في القلب يذكّرونا وين كنا و وين صرنا و ما زالوا يعلمونا ان مافي احلى من البساطة والتواضع و حب الآخرين و صلة الرحم و الله يقدرنا انا نستمر على نهجهم مع الأجيال الياية...</div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-3711380435375252552015-01-01T03:18:00.001-08:002015-01-01T03:36:48.442-08:00On 2015...A new year has begun.. People wonder what it will bring and hope and pray that it will be better than their last. People bank their whole lives on that last leaf unfolding, on that last digit flipping and the dawn of the new year showing its first light.<div><br></div><div>What is a year but a number? A mere date on our calendar, just another day...</div><div><br></div><div>And what is hope but the fantasies of a lazy species sitting lax watching life pass them by and riding its coat tails; more often than not missing the ride because it was faster than their actions...?</div><div><br></div><div>Days, weeks, months and years are all the same. What differentiates them is what we do to give them value- make them count. We can watch them and let chance live our lives for us, or we can create these chances and live our own.</div><div><br></div><div>Accomplishing all we wish for requires planning and execution. Setting specific deadlines and holding ourselves responsible for meeting them is a good start. Statistics have shown that people with written goals are more likely to be successful than those who have not written them down.</div><div><br></div><div>The whole point of this rant is: don't blame last year for not being good to you and don't ask 2015 to bring you health and prosperity. Tell yourself and then blame yourself for not listening...</div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-75940647984644729282014-12-30T07:56:00.001-08:002014-12-30T08:02:24.581-08:00The Untold<div>A screen. An empty screen. The awaiting blink on the line urging the formation of a word. </div><div><br></div><div>A word. A juxtaposition of letters that make up one word. A word to bring to life an inner thought. </div><div><br></div><div>A thought. A million thoughts. Dancing around a mind that knows not how to savor precious dearth time.</div><div><br></div><div>Time. How much does one need? To juxtapose the words to form that thought. That dancing thought that won't settle, that won't thrive, a stillborn child.</div><div><br></div><div>A thought that was... Before it had the chance to be...</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sxaCoMRnDuk/VKLMjgSnRUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gP8i1Ct57yM/s640/blogger-image--1595947928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sxaCoMRnDuk/VKLMjgSnRUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gP8i1Ct57yM/s640/blogger-image--1595947928.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-35317265073089207732014-12-30T01:22:00.001-08:002014-12-30T01:35:54.248-08:00About traveling...So I refered to my airport experience with people wearing the most ridiculous attire and that is a rant that continues to fester to date.<div><br></div><div>Airline travel, is not a Milan runway , let us first just be clear on that. Comfort should be your ultimate goal when you are thousands of feet in the air and cramped in an economy class seat. Having said that, comfort does not have to be a bad wardrobe choice either...</div><div><br></div><div>What riles me up is when I see people wearing tank tops and shorts on airplanes and then request a dozen blankets from the flight attendant because they're freaking cold! What purpose has your tank top served you, fool?? Except you now have to cover it up with layers of blankets and later on walk around the airport with ugly looking skin cause by goosebumps!</div><div><br></div><div>Other disasters I've witnessed at airports are of the walking variety.. Stilettos, flip flops and skin sweltering straps! What are they thinking? They can barely walk from their doorstep to their cars and they want to navigate large international airports in these tools of torture?? I just don't understand it...</div><div><br></div><div>My torturous travel tales don't just end there; my last few trips have been riddled with horrible experiences seared into my brain.. I always choose comfort economy seats where available and ask the check-in desk attendant to avoid seating anyone next to me as much as he/she can. Not that I expect anything but it's just something that has to be said. I head to my gate, board the plane after most passengers have already boarded and find the seat next to me empty. I do a little dance- too subtle to be seen by the naked eye- and quietly and confidently take my seat. I look around and try not to be smug when I see all those other people cramped against their neighbors as I take out my kindle and stow away my bag. Just as the flight attendant makes the first announcement my eye catches a late passenger in the far distance of the plane's entrance. I try not to make eye contact hoping that is what the situation requires.. I cross my fingers and say all the ad3eya (prayers) I know and I even try a little telekinesis but somehow he still managed to come close. His eyes shift between his boarding pass stub and the seat numbers above and his gaze travels forward and rests on the digits above me. I continue my prayers and supernatural efforts to divert him away but he looks at me and smiles and goes, "hi! Looks like I'm next to you!" </div><div><br></div><div>Of course he's huge; at least compared to my small stature.. Of course he smells like he doesn't own a shower.. And of course he falls asleep, inadvertently leans against me and breathes his fumes into my personal space. </div><div><br></div><div>Ultimately, I spend the whole flight tearfully cursing my luck and regretting the decision to go on this trip and lamenting my whole existence...</div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306526843583916448.post-30494541497156189622014-12-29T23:58:00.001-08:002014-12-30T00:00:25.754-08:00Random Rantings<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I used to consider myself a blogger until I realized I have commitment issues and a hell of a lot of resistance to redundancy. Since then I've been having random thoughts crowding my brain which is not satisfied with 140 characters anymore. Like when I travel and see people at airports wearing tank tops, shorts and/or flip flops or high heels and I just want to scream at them for the discomfort I'm experiencing by proxy; or the time I went to the Bossy Kitchen tasting and had to spam my time line to rant about how good it is...</span><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So I guess I'm a blogger again, until I'm not. Maybe I'm a random rantist.. If I was ever into social constructiivism I'd try to coin that term and put myself in the philosophy books; but I digress...</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So here I am, and here you are.. In essence, here we are. Let the ranting begin!</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Regards,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Nouf</div><br></div></div>RantingsByNoufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14749091152453808261noreply@blogger.com0