Back to school!

Dear me,

So there you go, students are back to school! For the first time since 1992, you're not going to school. The summer is officially over now, almost 3 months of fun all gone. Its amazing how quickly they have gone and my siblings are now back into the routines of school & college life again.

On this special occasion, I thought of going back in time, to September 1992 to be specific.
Ready for the surprise?? Okaay....

Tadaaaa....


Yes, it's your kindergarten dress, me :)!
What a cute dress for that important rite of passage...Isn't it just cute? One of my fondest memories from my childhood was going shopping with my mom to pick out the dress for my first day of school. We made it into a yearly ritual and I always looked forward to wearing it.

Hope you liked the surprise.

Yours,
Me

Good Morning Muscat!

Dear me,

I just woke up and thought of posting something to you before I start my day.


(2 new messages)
Message 1. Good morning, my brother is accepted to Oman Medical College. (Cousin)
Message 2. Open the front door! I've been waiting for ages now! Why don't you answer the phone? (My brother)

Oh well, some good news and some "angry" news, other than that nothing special happened while I was asleep. So yeah I'm fine and I'm missing you, me!

Good Morning Muscat! :D

Cheers,
Me

Happiness; The image and the truth.

Dear me,


Don't be fooled by the bright image of fake happiness. So many people you know have been fooled by all the money & the fame they have. Poor them! People think they are happy, but it's not always the case.

Here's my own theory about happiness. In my humble theory, happiness has two sides; the image side and the truth side. What you can see in a person might be the same as what's inside him and sometimes it's totally different than what's hidden deep inside him.

According to my theory, this is the best case of happiness considering all the social and materialistic measurements in assessing both sides of happiness:

The image: good family name, fancy cars, spacious house, properties, decent social position, good career, stuffed belly, good health, wealth & power...
The truth: clear mind and heart, conviction, loving and merciful heart, strong faith, patient soul, emotional balance...

So people basically will fall under 4 types:
1- Good image side, good truth side
2- Bad image side, good truth side.
3- Good image side, bad truth side.
4- Bad image side, bad truth side. "And that's the worst type ever!"

Hope it wasn't a boring-philosophical-post.


Yours always,
Happy me :).

Wesal, the media group.

Dear me,

I've witnessed the progress of this Kuwaiti NGO since their first show in the public, 6 years ago. Wesal Media Group chose the media as a method and a way to transmit their message in directing theater plays, media & artwork. Their ambition is to present a media of a value and strong message to the whole universe, and not only within the borders of Kuwait.

Wesal group is composed of 50 young female Kuwaitis who have media tendencies and some technical information, and they present work of an Islamic framework and content.

Here are some of their achievements in the theatrical field,

"And I took my revenge.."

It was presented in Arabic and it basically focused of the issue of Palestine.

"My feeling of missing!"

Addressed the issue of Kuwaiti prisoners and the it was represented in the local accent.

"But, it's a life trip!"

This play's objective was to offer solutions for people's everyday life through the story of Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him.

I recently knew that they inaugurated their own website on the net and they're in the progress to participate with their outstanding works in some coming big media festivals and events outside Kuwait.

I'm so proud of this group and we all should be proud of them. I'm fully confident that they have the ability to make a difference with their dazzling and clear mentalities. Thumbs up girls and wishing you always-always the best luck! :)

Wesal's achievements - video
Wesal's official website

Yours always,
Me - Faith

"Memory of Forgetfulness"

Dear Me,

Hope your doing well. I know all what you have been through lately and I'm really-really sorry to share some sad news with you.
Your favorite poet has passed away after heart surgery! May he rest in peace :(.
Do you think the problem was really his physical heart? Or was it a problem with what was inside his heart?

Till this moment, I can recall every word he wrote, every word in Marcel Khalifa's songs...All poems Suha Bishara was writing on the prison's wall by Mahmoud Darwish! :(

And history makes fun of its victims
And its heroes
Takes a look at them and passes by
This sea is mine
This moist air is mine
And my name-
Even if I spell it wrong on the coffin –
Is mine
As for me,
Now that I am filled with all the possible
Reasons for departure –
I am not mine.
I am not mine
I am not mine

Yours always,
Me!

In Hamburg

Dear Me,

Mercy! Isn't Hamburg big? Muscat is nothing to it. Are you now staying in a similar confusion? I don't believe that I shall recover for months from the puzzling effect of two days of it. I can't begin to tell you all amazing things I've seen; I suppose you already know, though, since you been to Europe yourself many times "I'm not sure though if they're really many times".

The streets are entertaining and the people and the shops! It makes you devote your life to wearing clothes.

I can't imagine any joy in life greater than walking for distances raising your head high without having first to consider how weird you would look by walking alone at any time in the day or in the night.

Today I've met the kindest person in the world, a 26 young Turkish girl. She's studying at the university I visited today. She's married to a muslim German guy and they make a cute couple.

That's another joy of life that really makes me love the world I'm living in, meeting such good people. I don't know how to describe my new friends, Maryam; angel? Decent? Innocent? Real muslim?

Maryam was getting quite interested in me, because I say such funny things that she's not familiar to hear in English – Turkish is her first language then comes German- though I tried not to, but they do pop out when I'm surprised and I'm surprised most of the time for anything and everything.

I forgot to tell you that I kept on thinking about you the whole day. Hope you are having fun too. I know you deserve to have fun.

PS. Around 300 words! I'm going to stop.

Yours always,

Me

A short journal for you, me!

Dear Me,

I've just a moment, because I must be ready in less than 10 minutes. I must get dressed up, have a quick break fast and prepare for today's speech in Hamburg University and after that catch the train to the university – but I couldn't go without sending a word to let you know how much I appreciate that message. I wasn't sure if my mobile is still working, I could only get text messages but unfortunately I'm not able to send any of them.

I left my friends some offline message in MSN, hope they get it and hope they're fine and they came back home very safe and well. I missed talking to them.

PS. I bought 2 copies of a precious book yesterday. :)

Yours with respect,

Me

In Frankfurt

Dear Me,

My window looks out on the loveliest view: river, forest and rocks!

It's the first day for the delegate in Frankfort. I always wished if you’re here! You'd love the view the same way I do.

I love the nature, it makes me feel high and love the life and love the people who make life lovable place to live!

I feel like owning the word and dedicating it to all people I love.

Do you think I'm becoming a better person in this life?

I believe absolutely in my own free will and my own power to accomplish-and that's the belief that moves mountains. You watch me becoming a great person. I have four chapters of my life passed; god only knows how many are remaining. The only thing I know for sure that people like you will be unforgettable chapters in my life that they are the only people I’d always wish to live for and look up to.

Yours,

Me

Under-appreciated

Dear Me,

So you see, Dear Me, I was already thrown into work and busy with loads of works and assignments the entire semester with my eyes patiently set against temptation or any external attractions. And I got my results few minutes ago before I left the hotel. And it's not as great as I expected but that was the result of being ethical and avoiding some teachers' bad tries. I can't say anything more. I can bet that I understood and worked as much as any straight A students and maybe more…

I'm not so happy though it might sound quite well, doesn't it, Dear Me?!

But I don't want you to think that I'm a loser or that I'm not good at anything. The feeling often comes over me that I'm not all remarkable; it's fun to plan a career, but in all probability, I shall not turn out a bit different from any other ordinary person. I may end up staying at home and being an inspiration to my generation and to the new generation. Let's see what's hidden for me the coming days…

PS. Why can't I find anyone who really appreciates my clear mind?

PS2. I'm not pessimistic, life is not fair!

Yours ever,

Me