Yes, I am back.
I remember when this blog just started as a teenager outlet of a 16 year old, this was in 2006.
I remember when it started thriving during my existentialist problems of sophomore year, it was the year of 2009.
I remember when I upgraded it -probably through my way of writing- and called it 2.0, just after 6 months of my graduation, December, 2012.
This is 3 years after my graduation. It is 2015, almost 2 years since I first met my husband, almost 8 months after I got married and became an expat of UAE.
Therefore, this is the most recent version of this blog, the 3.0 generation. I am a wife, a partner, a teacher, still a daughter and a sister, but my interests are the same and not the same. Now, you might see a post about cooking or driving, which you would have never seen before. You might witness a story about an occupational hazard, such as grading or running records, which, also, you would have never read it on this blog before. I grew up people and I thank Allah for the person I have become.
And I would like to thank my husband for continuously pushing me to write again.
Below, you will find two posts that I wrote when I initially decided to write again.
Enjoy reading, my lovely readers.
P.S: It's good to be back :)
Hosni Mobarak is innocent.
I guess that is quite a good reason to go back to writing.
I know I have been away, nearly 2 years now without a single blog post. So much changed has in my life, al HamdlAllah. I am married. I live in Dubai and I have a family of my own. However, very little has changed in my country. It is the same injustice, same corruption and the very same ignorance.
Hosni Mobrak is innocent.
It is like 2011 never happened. It seems that the ‘elected’ president sees the 90 million Egyptians in shades of dumb and dumber. On the one hand he claims to be pro the ‘two’ revolutions –please notice quotation marks and add to it an exclamation mark- and on the other hand, justice must take its course and the poor ousted president Mobarak can’t be judged since -ya haram- he is too old.
Hosni Mobarak is not even innocent, he was never on trial.
However, Egyptians are still on trial on the crimes of over-silence, complete naivety and absolute ignorance. There is a rage inside of me that wants to manifest into one of those womanly strong slap on the face, you know the ones that has a bang to it and leaves a hand mark on the face of the abused, just like in mexiacan soapopera. A slap on the faces of the following: on the judge who judged –not judged- Mobarak, on the face of Mobarak, his sons, Habib Al Adly and all the other accomplice, who made this news make the news and pass by so duly unnoticed and even glorified as a victory.
Umm el ghabaa!
Since I am an emarati citizen now, and taking into consideration the great motto of ‘when in Rome,’ I jumped on a plane with my husband on the first long vacation to Beirut, Lebanon. Home away from home.
I am back in Beirut, writing this blog post across the famous Raouche rock. And like always Beirut becomes my mirror on through which I realize how much I have changed. Holding hands with my husband I walked him through El Hamra street, Bliss, AUB, showed him my favorite places, my favorite small shops to eat, drink and have deep conversations about dreams lost and dreams to be made.
Like always, when in Beirut I bought a book by a Lebanese author. Rewa Zeinati’s book of essays “Nietzche’s Camel Must die.” I told Mohammed that one day I want my blog to be published in this way, a series of notes. He laughed and told me “What blog habibti, you have not written anything in almost 2 years!” His words were an ice-bucket that just poured over me, it was the ugly truth.
Why did I stop writing?
I guess life just monopolizes you in this mean.
However, like always –and in the aid of my supportive husband- I will not let this happen any longer. I will find a time to write again, to go back to my passion of writing it out loud.
I have officially missed aliaaz.