his uncle told him its time to head to jeddah, they had lived in this small village in the south for long time and it was time for them to head lil bit north.
the uncle knew from his father that this place the village is nothing, and he cant and wont be able to make a living in this place,
there is Jeddah that city where he can go there and do some work at the sea port, do some labor work and things will improve.
after a long while, his son hated all the facts his dad was telling him about " I have a Phd degree, I sit down with all theses nice people in the city, what you mean you were just tea boy at some gov building?"
" thats the way it was, plus if it wasn't for that job I wouldn't be able to get u kids these good things you wanted"
Friday, September 18, 2009
never-ending HO
He put his back on the wall in the dark hallway of the building in Sharafia, all sweating nervous and he cant focus, he had a hard time from this just last encounter with the girl he has been looking at in her window.
they were just together till someone or something moved the door at the rooftop entry, when he had to rush fast downstairs.
he stood with the hard on, dark hallway,started banging back his head to the wall, " Why I cant stop my sexual urges, I tired it all I did it all I think U did all type of woman, men, animals I did them all why god why cant I stop wanting sex I really cant I got married I got divorced I have kids what is this why is that why me"
they were just together till someone or something moved the door at the rooftop entry, when he had to rush fast downstairs.
he stood with the hard on, dark hallway,started banging back his head to the wall, " Why I cant stop my sexual urges, I tired it all I did it all I think U did all type of woman, men, animals I did them all why god why cant I stop wanting sex I really cant I got married I got divorced I have kids what is this why is that why me"
the first real love child
sometimes during high school, it was one of those rare few times he had pumped into Adel a neighbor and a child hood friend a good friend to his elder brother.
in fact Adel's family were from those few families who had moved to this deserted area just as as his grandfather did 25 years ago.
Around that time a family of Palestinian lived there, all kids in the same neighborhood, their second eldest son Khalid and his other brothers,they were poor but they looked good at least of impoverished people.
He only got to see Khalid one more time for the last time during High school Khalid was riding a GM suburban 88 or 89 Grey with him rode a chubby slightly dark girl who was pregnant at the time.
Khalid with Adle who was riding with them on the back seat this time plus an infant girl who was the love child of khalid and and the chubby girl. the mom was harbia and Khalid was the father.
he haven't seen him after that, but he did bump into his younger brother who was working at another Palestinian old man in Al Andalus selling candy serving plates.
in fact Adel's family were from those few families who had moved to this deserted area just as as his grandfather did 25 years ago.
Around that time a family of Palestinian lived there, all kids in the same neighborhood, their second eldest son Khalid and his other brothers,they were poor but they looked good at least of impoverished people.
He only got to see Khalid one more time for the last time during High school Khalid was riding a GM suburban 88 or 89 Grey with him rode a chubby slightly dark girl who was pregnant at the time.
Khalid with Adle who was riding with them on the back seat this time plus an infant girl who was the love child of khalid and and the chubby girl. the mom was harbia and Khalid was the father.
he haven't seen him after that, but he did bump into his younger brother who was working at another Palestinian old man in Al Andalus selling candy serving plates.
white eyes blue skin
Arabushi grew up in the states, he wasn't born there but he was raised there.
911 happened in NYC arabushi was driving with one of his friends who looked also arabushi, they spoke English just like any blue skin in the land.
his friend was talking about how angry about how since he couldn't be a blue skin like the most of his other friends who were blue.
friend told arabushi that he is been watching the news for some time, and he noticed that people that looks like himself have been bombed the shit out of them by the states. and he was frustrated.
because he is here wants relate to blue people but blue people in his level really dont want his type, even tho he speaks exactly the same as they are,
as they were speaking and driving cops in south Carolina stopped them,
the copper told the guy your gonna go to jail because you an arab and a Muslim and terrorist simple.
911 happened in NYC arabushi was driving with one of his friends who looked also arabushi, they spoke English just like any blue skin in the land.
his friend was talking about how angry about how since he couldn't be a blue skin like the most of his other friends who were blue.
friend told arabushi that he is been watching the news for some time, and he noticed that people that looks like himself have been bombed the shit out of them by the states. and he was frustrated.
because he is here wants relate to blue people but blue people in his level really dont want his type, even tho he speaks exactly the same as they are,
as they were speaking and driving cops in south Carolina stopped them,
the copper told the guy your gonna go to jail because you an arab and a Muslim and terrorist simple.
The reason
April 4th, 1984.
He sat back. A sense of complete helplessness had descended upon him. To begin with, he did not know with any certainty that this was 1984. It must be round about that date, since he was fairly sure that his age was thirty-nine, and he believed that he had been born in 1944 or 1945; but it was never possible nowadays to pin down any date within a year or two.
For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the Newspeak word DOUBLETHINK. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.
He sat back. A sense of complete helplessness had descended upon him. To begin with, he did not know with any certainty that this was 1984. It must be round about that date, since he was fairly sure that his age was thirty-nine, and he believed that he had been born in 1944 or 1945; but it was never possible nowadays to pin down any date within a year or two.
For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the Newspeak word DOUBLETHINK. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.
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