Eid Mubarak!!

To my peeps, dear readers and family near and far, Happy Eid!

It's a public holiday in Oman starting from tomorrow for the government sector, but some private sector employees *like myself* are going to have their holidays starting next Sunday. I'll be around till Saturday afternoon probably, then will travel to my dad's town..


Eid holidays check list:
1. My laptop
2. Some work stuff!
3. "Outliers" book by William J. Romanos

4. My Camera
5. Money"3ayadi" for the kids
6. My sister's birthday gift "shshsh don't tell no one :p"

My childhood

This post is dedicated to you dear readers on the occasion of Eid Al Fitr Al Mubarak :p

Random stories from my childhood.

Intro:
I've gone through an incredible childhood with an unsurpassable love for adventures. I was surrounded by a big family; many siblings mashallah.

Stories:
1. My brother, made up a story from his mind and managed to convince my other siblings that I was born to be a witch. And that he once saw me trying to ride a broom and that he replaced my broom with a broken sweeper...so I fell on our neighbor's roof. For +3 years, my younger used to believe it's true!

2. I once joined my male cousins and male siblings in building a room using some cement blocks. It took us around 3 days. We bought some candles and decided to sleep over at our new room. It was located in a valley "see7" infront of my uncle's house. We struggled in covering the roof, so my brother suggested that we use my uncle's Bisht for this purpose. And so we did!! Few minutes after covering the roof with the poor Bisht, my uncle caught us and asked an Indian worker to demolish the room :'(

3. I seriously can't recall how our house used to look like from the inside :p

4. When I was 11, and in that specific year, my mom was checking my closet. She couldn't find a single pant that wasn't torn out at the knee, and there was no way she can patch them! Thanks to Ammar's bicycle "my childhood friend and neighbor"

To be continued...

Osama

This post is dedicated to Osama..

Who is Osama?

Many readers must be wondering if am going to talk about Osama bin Ladin in this post, but the answer is not!

Since my family moved to this neighborhood; that's almost 15 years ago, we got to know a kid who's living in the other side of the neighborhood. When he was a baby, a car hit him while he was crossing the street and the hit affected his head badly. So he has been having a severe mental retardation/disorder since then. I used to hate it when some people used to call him Majnoon "insane".

Anyhow, I used to see him a lot when I was young (7-12 years old) but then got busy with school/college...many years passed and I was barely able to see him walking or sitting on a chair outside his family's house, cheering and waving his hands for whoever passes by from the neighbors.

Last month, I was out with my sister walking to the park that's right behind our house. Osama was walking towards some kids there to play with them like he always do after Asir prayer. I saw him, and called him with his name. He was looking for the source of the voice as it was too dark "around 8 pm". He walked towards us and was like "Is that you Faith!!?"
It was funny and quite cute when he covered his face in disbelief when I told him that I graduated and that am working now and that I bought myself a car "his obsession since he was a kid!"..He talked about the guy who stole his mobile phone, and that his sisters have at last managed to pass grade 12! And many other funny and random stories. He left after he asked me to pass his regards to my other siblings and to my Mom.

Yesterday evening, someone rang the bell. My mother checked the door and guess what! It was Osama!
He asked her about every single individual in my family and told her that he misses us a lot.

Such personalities are so rare in life. I smile whenever I remember the way he talks, his facial expressions when he describes his favorite car(s). His life is so simple and easy. He doesn't worry about anything. He spends most of his time in the park playing with kids and defending them if they get into fights.

On a side note: I was wondering why don't we have special care centers for people like Osama? He's so smart and he has multiple talents :(

PS: Osama is almost 27 years old now :)

Open your arms for change...

I've been asked by many readers to UPDATE MY BLOG ALREADY :P

Anyways, I've been lately fascinated and concerned of following the huge number of Omani Blogs online both in Arabic & English. It is quite frustrating to see how some people are misunderstanding the meaning of "freedom of speech" term. They really misunderstand it and it IS sad!



I wished if I took pics of myself reading some disturbing blogs of some "so called" Omani Intellectuals who never hesitated or felt ashamed of using the crappiest words ever -not to mention swearing - in all languages you can imagine; I was so :O!! I still can't stop my never ending why's, how's, what's and why's again :O and huh's when I think about it..!

Having an online blog doesn't allow anyone to cross their limits, claiming that it's their right to express their views freely. They seriously have severe problems in understanding what "freedom of speech" is and how to accept the change in a positive manner...

A final note: open your arms for change...but never let go of your values

May Allah allow us to see the truth as truth and give us the strength to follow it, and the falsehood as falsehood and give us the strength to stay away from it.

Ramadan Vs. Faster

Dear Me - Dear Readers,

We are almost approaching the end of the holy month of Ramadan. It's unbelievable how time passes by this fast!

I've recently started doing a new job in my department. On monthly and quarterly basis, I'll be working on reports called: COPA, SL, Faster, CAPEX, OPMIS...etc etc

I think Faster is the funniest report ever, they call it faster...and I can't get any faster when working on it!

Hope all is going well with you people. How's Ramadan going with you so far?

PS: that was a random blog entry title :p, wanted to attract traders' attention.