Thursday, February 08, 2007

Hail Prince Charming ... !

She: When my mother asks you what you do, What wiII you say?
He: I'II teII her what I do: Love you.
She: And...what eIse wiII you say?
He: I'II fuIfiII aII your wishes, Iook after you.

She: And...?
He: I'II never Iet a smiIe Ieave your face.
She: And..?
He: Whether times good or bad we'II aIways be together just Iike eyeIashes are with the eyes.

She: And...?
He: You wiII dream and I'II fuIfiII them.

She: And...?

He: In the scorching heat of the sun, I'II be your shade and in the coId, I'II give you warmth When the rains bother you, I'II change the course of the cIouds and when a storm bIows...I'II turn the winds away ...

That's how I shaII protect you aII my Iife...

from every danger ...
from every troubIe ...

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ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND CUT! (Applause) ...

Yup, in the most silly way this sounds like a cheap meant-to-be-romantic scene in some stupid movie ... (and indeed it is)
I was never in for those kinda movies ... looked all the same bla bla bla to me ... yet ... now i know
that these words are wut any woman is looking for, whether she knows it or not ... summarized in one simple word .. to be "SECURE" ... someone who'd keep her safe, be there for her in time of need, support her in every possible way ... and mostly: just BE THERE for her ... not just in flesh and blood, but in soul ... invalidating her feelings and showing her emotional care.

Key is two words: "Emotional Security"

I can go around asking every girl i know about the characteristics of their prince charming, and each one of them would go:

  1. kind
  2. gentle
  3. caring
  4. smart
  5. has a good sense of humor
  6. good looking (if not simply FABULOUS ;))
  7. open-minded
  8. social
  9. independent
  10. responsible
  11. noble
  12. charismatic
  13. generous
  14. mature
  15. Career driven
  16. ambitious
  17. passionate
  18. compassionate
  19. giving
  20. honest
  21. loyal
  22. has integrity
  23. well cultured
  24. respectful and thoughtful of others
  25. hearty
  26. well-mannered
  27. flexible
  28. tolerant
  29. wise
  30. Well2Do
  31. settled
  32. sensible
  33. easy going

The list could just go on forever ...
But ah, well ... unfortunately, ppl come in packages ... they r not like "make ur own pizza" and we can just pick only the quality traits that we want and put them together to get that owesome prince charming we dream of ... and our earthly science have not yet reached the extent of technology that turned women into "models" tailored to fit every man's needs in "The Stepford Wives" ...

And while ppl come in packages, love is NOT selective ..
It is definately not true, in my humble openion, that love is blind ... it just puts on a magical pair of glasses that magnifies the good qualities of the beloved and blurrs away everything else in the view ... So, as for the blurred background, you can "see it" alright , u just don't put it into consideration ... u just send it over to the archives of your subconscious until one day, something happens .. the lens gets adjusted to put everything back where it belongs; the magnified qualities into their normal size and the blurred ones are clarified ...
Do love then turn into hate? ... it shouldn't ... it just matures.
It is said that "for every pot, there's a lid" and it is also said that "seeing is knowing" ... and when you come to see/know everything about your partner, the good and the bad, only then can you decide if you are really suitable for each other or not ... u r really a pot and a lid or not!


A man can be short and dumpy and getting bald but if he has fire, women will like him. ~Mae West

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Time for some renovation


As most of you must have noticed by now, i've made some new renovations round here ... new template, new links, added a couple of sections up there on the right menu ... Why? well ... i've been to a lot .. and i mean a LOOOOT of blogs recently ... and totally in the mood for blogging now ... plus, if Ahmadi Nejad, Current President of Iran, find time to Blog - yes guys ... a president with a personal blog ... why not? haven't u seen that before? ... noooo ... don't tell me ... u didn't? ... shame on ... ehm ... never mind! - (of course the man have got few extra bucks to get his own domain and get the site translated to four languages) ... am sure the guy has got a few more appointments on his busy schedule than i do, so why not spend some of my own time working on my blog and dropping a few words here every now and then?

So ... karart arakeb el karaneesh wanzel bel satayer ... Enjoy! :)

Yvonne Ridley's Speech at EWAMY, Cairo (EGYPT)

Yvonne Ridley: EWAMY - Cairo, Egypt Friday, November 24, 2006

The Arabic language is one of the cornerstones of Islam, as we have heard today from our brother, so I do apologize in advance that this is one of the many areas of Islam I've yet to master.
Islamic ally, I am very young, having reverted in 2003? And while I have much to learn I can identify with the frustrations shared by young Muslims today.
I know 9/11 had a huge impact on the world, but it wasn't really the start of something? It was the continuation of a legacy of US imperialism and its fear of Islam.
Just over ten years ago, fit, young Muslims across the globe flooded into Bosnia to help their brothers and sisters fight for their survival against the Serbs who were carrying out a genocide sanctioned by the silence of a watching world.
The jihad brought together Muslims from all nationalities, status and culture. All were united; even those who could not travel to fight helped in other ways such as fund-raising, public awareness events and demonstrations. The impact was to stop the genocide. Western intervention, when it happened, came only after it was apparent that the Bosnian Muslims were heading for victory. The establishment of an Islamic state deep in the heart of Europe was simply too much to bear and so the West intervened. This is not my conclusion, but US President Bill Clinton admitted it in his autobiography.
This fear of Islam has now evolved in the last 10 years to such an extent that the blood of our brothers and sisters is now flowing like rivers across Chechnya, Kashmir, Palestine, Afghanistan, Iraq and we saw recently what happened to Lebanon.
I have walked through many of those killing fields and let me tell you the twisted, blown up limbs of our Muslim brothers and sisters look exactly like those pulled from the rubble of the Twin Towers.Yet the message of today is quite clear. Muslim blood is a cheap commodity.
Meanwhile tens of thousands of innocent Muslims continue to be tortured in far away dungeons and cages in Guantanamo Bay, Bagram airbase in Afghanistan, Abu Ghraib, Diego Garcia and ghost prisons throughout the world. Others are tortured in Syria, Jordan, Morocco, Tunisia, and Algeria and even here in Egypt. Brothers are being tortured at the behest and request of the United States.
So what sort of message does that send out to our young people?
They read about the heroic exploits of Salahudddin Ayyoubi, Khalid bin Walid, Tariq bin Ziad and listen intently to stories of courage and bravery about our beloved Prophet Mohamed.
Do you know, five years ago I had never even heard of The Prophet, but now I would give my last drop of blood to protect his name, his honor and his memory.
Even in death he continued to show how strong he was by uniting the Ummah in protest at those vile cartoons from Denmark.
Our modern day heroes include those two sixties martyrs Malcolm X and Sayyid Qutb, both whose writings have helped define me as a Muslim.
These are the sort of role models and influences our youth need to follow, but instead they receive confused and mixed messages.One minute they are told the fear no one but Allah while the next minute they are told to dilute their Islam and keep their heads down.
Since the events of 9-11, there has been an unrelenting campaign launched to change Islam into something more palatable to Western society. The vision is a secular and cultural Islam at peace with the world through her submission to her oppressors rather than to Allah; an Islam devoid of jihad, Shariah and khilafah? The very things we are commanded by Allah to implement in order to establish Allah's deen on this earth.
And it is in evidence everywhere I look. Hijab are being ripped off the heads of my sisters in Tunisia, France and Turkey. Sisters in Holland and Germany are also in the firing line.
And in Britain, we have Jack Straw, the former British Foreign Secretary who questioned the veil? I am not having a white, middle-aged man telling me how to dress. Keep out of my wardrobe and that of every sister on this planet.
I pick up the newspapers in Cairo today to discover the Minister of Culture has called the wearing of the veil a regression.
How dare he say that? Why are the men in Egypt standing by and doing nothing to silence him? He is insulting the honor and dignity of every Muslim woman who chooses to cover.
Farooq Hosni is a disgrace to Islam? What sort of message does he send out to our young people with his weasel words?
The nikab, like the veil, like the hijab has become a symbol of a rejection of those negative Western lifestyles like drug-taking, binge-drinking and promiscuity. It is a statement telling the West we don't want to be like you.
These Arabs who choose to be more western than Westerners make me laugh? Do they realize how pathetic they look in the eyes of the rest of the world? This Minister should be sacked from his post for dishonoring every sister who chooses to cover.
I suppose he hides behind such descriptions as moderate? Again what sort of message does that send to our young people?
If we ask them to be moderate does that not suggest that there is something wrong with Islam that it needs to be toned down, diluted?
The last time I came to Cairo I was called an extremist by none other than the Sheikh of Al Azhar? Sheikh Tantawi. The reason for this? Because, I would not shake his hand. What is a moderate and what is an extremist? I really don't know. I am a simple Muslim. I follow no scholars or sects? I merely follow The Prophet and the Sunnah. Does that make me an extremist? I once said being a Muslim is a bit like being pregnant. You are or you are not. Whoever heard of anyone being moderately or extremely pregnant?
Islam has been under attack for 1400 years and we should have learned by now to put our trust in no one but Allah. Yet there are those who continue to kiss the hand which slaps them.
I am afraid that we can no longer put our trust in to someone just because they might wear Islamic dress or have a long beard? I notice quite a few long beards in here today, but I am not referring to you, brothers.
There are those Muslim leaders who claim to guide and protect us but not all of them have our interests at heart. Our young people are going to have to be very discerning since the events of 9/11, Bali, Madrid and the London Bombings, to name a few.
There are individuals who for years rallied the masses to stand up for justice and support mujahideen groups around the world and now some have become embarrassingly silent while others condemn armed jihad, portraying mujahideen as terrorists and extremists who follow a distorted version of Islam.
In some ways we are all to blame. Our greatest shame has been our silence while martyrdom operations in Palestine and other occupied lands have been condemned as acts of terror as witnessed in 9/11 and the July 7 bombings.
Our young people have to be taught that what is happening in Palestine, Kashmir, Chechnya, Iraq and Afghanistan is legitimate resistance against a brutal military occupation, while crimes like 9/11 and the London bombings are blatant terrorism. Equating the two only betrays our brothers and sisters who have no other option but to fight or face being wiped off the face of this planet. The new slaves of the West criticize Islamist parties and governance by Shariah. Even student and youth movements which consistently campaigned for Palestine and Iraq have suddenly lost their tongues in a bid to be seen as? Moderate? In Britain we have an invasion of what I call the Happy Clappies. They are being flown in by the Government from the US, Canada, Yemen and Mauritania to preach a diluted form of Islam.
They are poisoning the minds of our youth and we should be very wary before the Happy Clappies spread across the world.
They attack Wahhabi groups in the most cynical manner? Some even misuse nasheeds, and I am deeply afraid that the Happy Clappies are infecting our nasheeds with the excesses of western pop culture.
The end result of all this has been a dilution of the deen of Allah, a weak and pacified Islam willing to accept the status quo in which Muslims are oppressed and subjugated; an Islam in which Muslims are content to sing and dance the night away to nasheeds, to concentrate on bettering their life in the West and to condemn the actions of their brothers and sisters who courageously resist occupation and oppression with whatever they have.
Even making dua for them now has become a crime? How long before we are told not to even pray for the mujahideen?
One of the greatest military general the world has known, Salahuddin Ayyubi, the liberator of al-Quds, was once asked why he didn't smile. He answered back that how could he smile while he knowing that Masjid al-Aqsa, remained under Crusader occupation. I wonder what he would make of the state of the world today. I wonder what advice he would give our youth?
This is a world where Arab leaders belly-danced shamelessly in front of America while handing Iraq over on a plate.
The same Arab leaders look the other way as our beautiful Palestine is continually raped and sodomized, and that other great daughter of the Arab world, Lebanon? Where was the Arab world when she was so brutally assaulted?
And the war drums are beating again. Not only is the whole world watching, but so are our children, our youth, and our future.
We must nature them, and inspire them with tales of the Prophet and the Sahaba.
As long as the Ummah continues to throw up figures like Khalid bin Walid, Salahuddin Ayyoubi, Sayyid Qutb and Malcolm X all is not lost.The more we are oppressed by the tyrants the more we will fight back. That is the nature of Islam.And this is the Islam our youth need to follow, be guided by and inspired.
Farooq Hosni and his ilk are pale imitations of real men? They have castrated themselves in a pathetic attempt to become more Western than the Westerners.
He will be consigned to the history books with barely a sentence while the courage and heroic resistance of our brothers and sisters will go down in chapters.
A rapidly increasing number of Muslim youth are now realizing that no matter how hard they compromise their deen to blend in with the wider society, when things go sour, they will be treated with suspicion. The more we are told to forget Shariah, khilafah and jihad, the more Muslims will pay the blood price to uphold these values. The jihad we are witnessing in Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan, Kashmir and Chechnya is something noble, a just war against injustice and tyranny.
The actions of the jihadists pose absolutely no threat to the West or Western lifestyles and their resistance is not only justified but embraced and encouraged by international law. The real religious extremists who pose the greatest threat to radicalizing our youth are the Christian Fundamentalists in the White House and Downing Street. Bush and Blair have become al-Qaeda's finest recruiting officers.
More and younger Muslims are waking up with the realization that it is not terrorism or extremism that is being targeted but Islam itself. It is up to the Ummah to lead and inspire our youth, just as The Prophet led and inspired millions and continues to do so.And the first lesson we must teach our youth is to fear none but Allah.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

بحبك وحشتينى

Recently, this song has been on the top of song charts in Egypt ... and it sure deserves to be ...
i've always thought there are very few worthy songs about Egypt ... usualy were politically triggered ... and i found - and still do actually - Fairuz's songs the best that have ever been said about one's country ... and specially this one:"بحبك يا لبنان"

بحبك يا لبنان
يا وطني بحبك
بشمالك بجنوبك
بسهلك بحبك
بتسأل شو بنى وشوا اللى ما بنى
بحبك يا لبنان يا وطني

عنك بدي ابقى ويغيبوا الغياب
اتعذب واشقى يا محلي العذاب
واذا انت بتتركيني يا اغلى الاحباب
الدنيا بترجع كذبة وتاج الارض تراب

بفقرك بحبك
وبعزك بحبك
وانا قلبي عايدي لا ينساني قلبك
والسهرة عا بابك اغلى من سنة
وبحبك يا لبنان يا وطني

سألوني شو صار ببلد العيد
مزروعة عالداير نار وبواريد
قلتلن بلدنا عم يخلق جديد
لبنان الكرامة والشعب العنيد

كيف ما كنت بحبك
بجنونك بحبك
اذا نحنا تفرقنا بيجمعنا حبك
وحبة من ترابك بكنوز الدنى
وبحبك يا لبنان يا وطني

However, this new song "بحبك وحشتينى" is really touching ... may because it simply says all about how egyptians feel now under the economical, social and political atmosphere in Egypt now ... in the very begining of the song
"دا وانتى مطلعه عينى ... بحبك موت"

Yes, Egypt is now "metala3a 3enna kolena" .... but like Fairuz said it "b fo2rak b7ebbak .. w b 3ezzak b7ebbak" .... " keif ma kent b7ebbak ... b jnonak b7ebbak" ....

وبحـــبك وحشتــينـى
بحبك وانتى نور عينى
دا وانتى مطلعه عينى بحبك موت

لفيت اد ايه لفيت
مالقيت غير فى حضنك بيت
وبقوللك انا حنيت ... بعلو الصوت


وكان الوقت فى بعدك واقف مابيمشيش
وكانك كنتى معايا بعدتى ومبعدتيش
فى دمى حبيبتى وامى وزى ماكـــون ببتدى اعيش


بعدت وكنت هعمل ايه...؟
مين اختار غربته باديه...؟

لكن حبك دا منستهوش
عـــــــاش فيــــا

ليه هتاسف عالغيبه
مغبتيش لحظه وقريبه
محدش عنده كده طيبه وحنيه


وكان الوقت فى بعدك واقف مابيمشيش
وكانك كنتى معايا بعدتى ومبعدتيش
فى دمى حبيبتى وامى وزى ماكون ببتدى اعيش
وبـــحبـــك وحـــشتــينى

Fear


According to Thom Rutledge :
"Fear takes many forms --- dread, worry, panic, anxiety, self-consciousness, superstition, negativity --- and manifests itself in many ways --- avoidance, procrastination, judgment, control, agitation, and perfectionism, to name a few. Fear is our constant companion. It haunts us day and night and prevents us from living to our potential. Whether we are afraid of the dark or of being alone, failure or commitment, public speaking or flying, fear dominates our lives, affecting nearly every decision we make. "
I asked myself few days ago "what are your fears?"
dunno why i asked ... nothing really happened to provoke such a question ...
In answer, i found that what the future holds is wut i fear the most ... a little bit of a "cliché" answer, but if you look deeper into that answer you'll find that it's actually wutever "possibilities" future might hold that makes it worse than ur worst nightmare ...
I'm afraid of being alone ... i'm a single child with no siblings, unmarried .. still young yes alhamdullilah ... but my parents are getting old ... if they are gone - which is a fact no one can escape sooner or later - then i'm completely by myself ...
And I'm afraid of aging ... i see these dark spots that are increasing every day on my father's skin ... it just scares me ... i see the wrinkles invading my mother's face ... it just scares me ... wuts worse is that i'm afraid of their aging because i simply cannot/will not be able to handle it ... i'm emotionally and psychologically too fragile to see someone aging and needing me beside them ...
It came outta nowhere today that a friend of mine was telling me about her father who's showing symptoms of Alzheimer's and i was simply overwhelmed by scare at just the thought of it ... living to see ur parents forgetting how to eat or even how to use the toilet is more painfull than having them dead...
Am i too selfish to think like this? or is it normal to be scared of such things?
At the same time, i find myself totally OK with the idea of ME getting sick ... i can venture to say that i'm not afraid of this at all ... sometimes i think this is just my subconcious facing the fears listed above by finding a simple solution: may be if you get sick and die young, you won't have to go through all the above!! sometimes i think: "My God, i've got a real sick mentality!" ... other times, i sound more logical to myself than anything.
And then, may be i'm just having too much of a luxorious life ... Isn't it said that ppl who have less to worry about in their daily life make up something to worry about?
Certianly these fears of mine would sound ridiculous to someone who can hardly find food to support him for another day ... or someone who works like a machine day and night just to make enough money to support his family or get his children proper education ... or or or ... But then ... that makes these fears very "basic" in their nature which makes them infact the ULTIMATE fears a human can have ... Remove away all the daily needs that humans need to satisfy and whose shortage prevents them from thinking about these "basic" fears and then you'll get a pure, sophisticated, permenant emotion: FEAR!
Time can never stop, and so ppl can never stop agging ... !

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna

Listen: http://music.masti4india.com/php/get_song.php?id=1252

Tumko bhi hai khabar - You also know
Mujhko bhi hai pata - I also know
Ho raha hai judaa dono ka raasta - Our ways are getting separated
Door jaa ke bhi mujhse - Even going away from me
Tum meri yaadon mein rehna - You stay in my memories
Kabhi alvida na kehna (3) - Never say goodbye

Tumko bhi hai khabar - You also know
Mujhko bhi hai pata - I also know
Ho raha hai judaa dono ka raasta - Our ways are getting separated
Door jaa ke bhi mujhse - Even going away from me
Tum meri yaadon mein rehna - You stay in my memories
Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna (3) - Never say goodbye

Jitni thi khushiyan sab kho chuki hai - Whatever happiness there was it’s all gone
Bas ek gham hai ke jaata nahi - Just the sadness won’t go away
Samjha ke dekha behela ke dekha - I tried to make it understand
Dil hai chain isko aata nahi...aata nahi - This heart does not receive any peace…
Aasoon hai ke hai angaarey, aag hai ab aankhon se behena - Are these tears or live coal, fire now floats down these eyes
Kabhi alvida na kehna (3) - Never say goodbye

Rut aa rahi hai, rut jaa rahi hai - Seasons have come, seasons have gone
Dard ka mausam badla nahi - The weather of pain has not changed
Rang yeh gham ka itna hai gehera - The color of sadness is so deep
Saadiyon bhi hoga halka nahi...halka nahi - Even after many seasons it will not get less…will not get less
Kaun jaane kya hona hai - Who knows what will happen
Humko hai ab kya kya sehena - What more do I have to go through
Kabhi Alvida...Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna (2) - Never say goodbye

Tumko bhi hai khabar - You also know
Mujhko bhi hai pata - I also know
Ho raha hai judaa dono ka raasta - Our ways are getting separated
Door jaa ke bhi mujhse - Even going away from me
Tum meri yaadon mein rehna - You stay in my memories
Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna (5) - Never say goodbye

Thursday, November 23, 2006

It Takes TWO to Tango

Few days ago ... i grabbed a copy of "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus" for John Gray. And that was the moment when the truth hit me ... i discovered that i was blaming him for the very same reasons that i shouldn't have ... and he has been blaming me for the very same reasons that he shouldn't have (according to J. Gray) ...
For two whole months, i've been having detestfull feelings of resentment, frustration, pressure and being unworthy ...
I now can imagine, how much i must have given him also feelings of un-appreciation, under-estimating his capabilities and resenting his love or actions when they come out in the wrong direction.
No wonder he said at the end: we are different .. we are not listening to each other ...
because ... while he felt i didn't understand him, i felt he didn't appreciate me or care enough ...
while he felt i always get histerically mad at things that simply doesn't make sense to him, i felt he was being so unconsiderate of my feelings, cold and unromantic.
When i was expressing feelings of frutration and being upset, he'd instinctively try to explain to me why he said/did this and that, while i was just expressing my feelings just to feel his care and compassion. However loud i'd express my frustration, he'd simply look for a logical explanation for the problem ... being a martian, he is unaware that when a venusian talks about problems, she wants him just to listen and comfort her, not to get apologies nor explanations.
As J. Gray says in his book:
To summarize the two most common mistakes we make in relationships:
1. A man tries to change a woman's feelings when she is upset by becoming Mr. Fix- It and offering solutions to her problems that invalidate her feelings.
2. A woman tries to change a man's behavior when he makes mistakes by becoming the home-improvements committee and offering unsolicited advice or criticism.
From my side, i did not acknowledge this difference, and thus, was blaming him blindly for wut he was not aware of ... when i myself was unaware of why i have such disappointment in him.

When he gets into his cave, i get the feeling of being ignored and resented ... i never realized that it had nothing to do with me. It was just the martian's nature. (i remember the last day, i was very furious he didn't call me for two whole days, when i called him after 2 days, i had the accomulated sum of feelings of being ignored and losing his attention ... it just scared me and frustrated me at the same time ... i never knew how bad he must have felt that i didn't appreciate his pre-aquired annoyance and didn't leave him alone till he comes out of the cave or even offer comfort and sharing).

When he got upset that i'd tell my parents about our problems, he was thinking as a Martian.
"Men become increasingly focused and withdrawn while women become increasingly overwhelmed and emotionally involved. At these times, a man's needs for feeling good are different from a woman's He feels better by solving problems while she feels better by talking about problems. Not understanding and accepting these differences creates unnecessary friction in our relationships."
That was clear in two seperate reactions:
1. He didn't expect me to speak that frequently about wut annoys me or hurts me. While my only way of relieving my stress was by talking about it, just needing someone to listen and not to offer explanation. Just LISTENING would be enough.
2. He didn't understand why i'd talk to my parents. In his reply to my explanation: that i hardly talk about anything that bothers me, and my parents keep pushing on me to express my feelings ... he said mockingly: "wut do u mean they are pushing you? are they torturing you?"
What i couldn't communicate to him in the right way is that i was having a problem in expressing my feelings to him, because everytime i'd start talking about my upsetion, he instictively puts on the Martian's glasses, seeing only the fact that there IS a problem, and hence, starts to find solutions (whether by apologizing or by saying the famous word that J. Gray puts on the "Dont's List for a man" ... he'd say: "You shouldn't feel hurt, that's not what I meant!" )
When i lost hope that he can give me this "listening" that i needed so bad ... i did what any normal Venusian would do: find someone to share my frustrations with.

Another funny thing is that, J.Gray says: "Martians view going to a restaurant as an efficient way to approach food: no shopping, no cooking, and no washing dishes. For Venusians, going to lunch is an opportunity to nurture a relationship, for both giving support to and receiving support from a friend. Women's restaurant talk can be very open and intimate, almost like the dialogue that occurs between therapist and patient. "
Could that possibly be the reason why we had so many argues on "him not liking restaurants and me liking them"? As i told him before, not as clearly put as J.Gray explains it though, i want to sit somewhere, because i want to sit face to face with you to talk and share thoughts and feelings. This is the way i - as a Venusian - approach my need to recieve giving and sharing feelings.
While he - as a Martian - would only look to sitting in a restaurant as something boring and probably reminds him of the "office" atmosphere.

Also, while i was feeling too giving and not recieving anything from him, he was feeling he is giving enough.
According to the book, Martians live most of their life with a win/lose philosophy. In their younger-years, they are more self-absorbed and unaware of others needs. When they get involved in a relationship, it takes them time to appreciate the other's needs and starting giving more into the relation. They need a long time along the relationship to form a win/win philosophy.
On the other hand, Venusians naturally adopt a lose/win philosophy. They give too much to each other. But this doesn't work when it comes to their relationship with Martians. Because while the Martian is still in the learning process of "giving" ... the Venusian is recieving much less than she expects in order to equate her amount of giving. This inequality eventually results in a feeling of frustration and unappreciation for the woman, while it makes the man feel at the same time that HE is the one who is not appreciated because no matter how hard he tries to give, she is still not satisfied.
And here comes my mistake of not being aware of this. I simply didn't give him time. In the same time, i should have started to learn the new approach of win/win myself, instead of blaming him for my women's nature of being over-giving.

Men get motivated the most when they feel most needed. I have lived most of my life alone - or rather lonely. During my whole childhood, i never had anyone with whom i could share my thoughts or feelings, inspite of my many friends. I'd just keep myself to myself. Being a single child contributed the most to that. Gradually, i developed a very dependant nature, dependant in thoughts, taking responsibilities and taking actions. I was never dependant on anyone, except with sharing feelings as a way of relieving stress (i learned this too late, during college period only). As a consequant of that self-dependance, it was hard for me to give up to a man. To leave the stirring wheel completely to him and let him step confidently into my life. I was in a "resistance" phase, unawaringly. That must have reflected upon him with feelings of not being trusted, not loved, not "needed" and certainly not competent enough for me. It must have given him great disappointment.
He felt i was not sharing my feelings with him, he didn't realize that i was not ready yet to open up completely to him and to involve him in my inner-dialogues. I had been too lonely for a long time that i forgot how a companion needs also needs to feel companionship from my side. In fact, i was slowly changing, not with a rate that could have been noticible to him. The funny thing is that i felt more and more close to him at the end of the relationship, but with all the arguments explonding more and more, it was less and less obvious to him. I even started, for the first time in my life, to speak about my feelings openly to my parents and try to get their advice and involve them in my thoughts.

In Another part, Gray says:
"When a man loves a woman she begins to shine with love and fulfillment. Most men naively expect that shine to last forever. But to expect her loving nature to be constant is like expecting the weather never to change and the sun to shine all the time. Life is filled with rhythms‐day and night, hot and cold, summer and winter, spring and fall, cloudy and clear.
Likewise in a relationship, men and women have their own rhythms and cycles. Men pull back and then get close, while women rise and fall in their ability to love themselves and others.
A man assumes that her sudden change of mood is based solely on his behavior. When she is
happy he takes credit, but when she is unhappy he also feels responsible. He may feel extremely frustrated because he doesn't know how to make things better. One minute she seems happy, and so he believes he is doing a good job and then the next minute she is unhappy. He is shocked because he thought he was doing so well. "
Reminds me of one incident when i was feeling really destressed and fatigued, i met a friend and i was talking to her in a little more cheerfull tone than i talked to him. He immediately felt jealous and "shocked" as Gray says. I never gave it a thought and i was really surprised at his reaction. Not knowing that i was the one who shifted my mood too fast, probably at the wrong moment and with the wrong person as well.

"A woman is like a wave. When she feels loved her self‐ esteem rises and falls in a wave motion. When she is feeling really good, she will reach a peak, but then suddenly her mood may change and her wave crashes down. This crash is temporary. After she reaches bottom suddenly her mood will shift and she will again feel good about herself. Automatically her wave begins to rise back up. " .... Once i was almost at the bottom, and one silly word that he said that might have sounded very normal at any other time simply "crashed me" ... and normally when i crash, i just curl up my own cave and cannot give any response until my wave rises on its own.

"A woman's ability to give and receive love in her relationships is generally a reflection of how she is feeling about herself. When she is not feeling as good about herself, she is unable to be as accepting and appreciative of her partner. At her down times, she tends to be overwhelmed or more emotionally reactive. When her wave hits bottom she is more vulnerable and needs more love. It is crucial that her partner understand what she needs at these times, otherwise he may make unreasonable demands. "
How many time have i exploded in his face because "I" was at the bottom, not just "not feeling good" about myself, but rather "hating" myself. With my struggle with dieting and the tension of daily struggle to lose weight, i was very unsatisfied about myself. At that time when i was most vulnerable and needed more love and support, he was wearing a fix-it hat, telling me "you should stop dieting" ...
"The last thing a woman needs when she is on her way down is someone telling her why she shouldn't be down. What she needs is someone to be with her as she goes down, to listen to her while she shares her feelings, and to empathize with what she is going through. Even if a man can't fully understand why a woman feels overwhelmed, he can offer his love, attention, and support."

I'm still not through half the book, yet i've learned a lot. I have acknowledged a lot of my mistakes and his mistakes. I've come to really appreciate him much more.
However, as the title of this blog hints ... it takes TWO to Tango. A relationship is a very sensitive and tricky matter ... it has to be approached by BOTH partners, acknowledging their differences and truely willing to understand each other.

He said we are different, indeed we are. we MUST be. He is from Mars, and i'm from Venus.
He said may be we wouldn't manage to live together and be happy. This is something completely up to us, happiness is something we can create or destroy by our actions and our re-actions. Happiness is an output of a correct communication. Up till this point, we were NOT communicating ... we were just standing on the two ends of a rope, each one pulling against the other untill the rope was finally broken.

The elevator

My office is on the 11th floor.
Every time i go down in the elevator, it - the elevator - hangs a little bit at the 8th floor, one would be fooled that it's gonna stop.
Why the 8th floor? i dunno ... it's always been like that ... But now ...
Everytime i go down in the elevator, my heart dangles with it ... it just stops for a fraction of a second ... anticpating the continuity of the journey ...
Will our story be the same? will this be just a dangling moment after which we'd continue together?
And everytime, i hold my breath ... will the door slide and you step in?
and then my breath comes out .. with a sigh ... coz that face is not like you ... that face doesn't catch my eyes like you do ...
And everytime, i wonder ... when i hit the ground floor ... will it be my destiny to reach the end of this short journey alone?
And everytime, i get lost in the thought ... when i pass through the gate, is this the gate of the past that i'm leaving behind? or will i find another gate? will we meet someday infront of it? if so, will we enter or withdraw?
And everytime, i walk up to the parking lot ... not looking for my car ... but for another car ... i can still smell the scent of the air refreshner inside it ... i still remember how you fold up the shades.
I get into my car ... driving down the same street ...
And i get out of my thoughts ... i have to go on ...
until another day ...
when i get into that elevator again.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

متى ستعرف كم أهواك؟

متى ستعرف كم أهواك يا رجلا
أبيع من أجله الدنيـــا وما فيها
يا من تحديت في حبي له مدنـا
بحالهــا وسأمضي في تحديهـا
لو تطلب البحر في عينيك أسكبه
أو تطلب الشمس في كفيك أرميها
أنـا أحبك فوق الغيم أكتبهــا
وللعصافيـر والأشجـار أحكيهـا
أنـا أحبك فوق الماء أنقشهــا
وللعناقيـد والأقـداح أسقيهـــا
أنـا أحبك يـا سيفـا أسال دمي
يـا قصة لست أدري مـا أسميها
أنـا أحبك حاول أن تسـاعدني
فإن من بـدأ المأساة ينهيهـــا
وإن من فتح الأبواب يغلقهــا
وإن من أشعل النيـران يطفيهــا
يا من يدخن في صمت ويتركني
في البحر أرفع مرسـاتي وألقيهـا
ألا تراني ببحر الحب غارقـة
والموج يمضغ آمـالي ويرميهــا
إنزل قليلا عن الأهداب يا رجلا
مــا زال يقتل أحلامي ويحييهـا
كفاك تلعب دور العاشقين معي
وتنتقي كلمــات لست تعنيهــا
كم اخترعت مكاتيبـا سترسلها
وأسعدتني ورودا سوف تهديهــا
وكم ذهبت لوعد لا وجود لـه
وكم حلمت بأثـواب سأشريهــا
وكم تمنيت لو للرقص تطلبني
وحيـرتني ذراعي أين ألقيهـــا
ارجع إلي فإن الأرض واقفـة
كأنمــا فرت من ثوانيهــــا
إرجـع فبعدك لا عقد أعلقــه
ولا لمست عطوري في أوانيهــا
لمن جمالي لمن شال الحرير لمن
ضفـائري منذ أعـوام أربيهــا
إرجع كما أنت صحوا كنت أم مطرا
فما حياتى أنا إن لم تكن فيها

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