Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Halloween was here!


I have been sick for two weeks now! The flu. Luckily, I'm the only one who got it in the family. We were late with the flu shot this year, I haven't taken mine yet, I need to recover first. The cough is killing me... Ugh!

Beggars night was on Tuesday, October 31, in our neighborhood. I decided not to go to class that night since I was so sick and needed to rest. I was dragged out of the house at 6:30 when Sol didn't show up and I couldn't keep up with Moody and Tala's nagging on my head. They were not going to let me rest anyway, so I thought taking them out will get them out of my hair... So we went trick-or-treating. The day was soggy and wet--just awful. Got drier at night, but was still awful!

We met Brandon, Kayleigh, her friend, and their mom, Astrid. That brought me some relief and company to ease my miserable mood and feeling sorry for myself. Before we met them, Moody had been whining continuously that he wanted to find Brandon since he wasn't there when we stopped by their house. When we left our street and turned into another, Moody kept whining, "Brandon never comes here. He told me he never comes to this street for trick-or-treating." I was telling him that we would head back home if he didn't stop and just tried to enjoy himself when Brandon appeared. I needed to get even with Moody and make him take back his words about Brandon never coming to this street, but I let it go to deal with when I'm up to it.

Oh, the candy! Disgusting, ugly, yummy candy! Candy, candy, and more candy. I hate it and dread Halloween for that. I end up eating a lot of it, the chocolate, don't like other candy. We still have tons of it, no chocolate though, it was gone in no time! Oh, the guilt!

I'm still sick. I finished 2 bottles of NyQuil Cold, 1 bottle of NyQuil Cough, 2 bags of cough drops, one bottle of Robitussin cough suppressant and expectorant and into my second. I think it's week six of the Quarter now, and there's no slowing down. I want to be done, not with just the Quarter, but with school.

Happy thought: I'm graduating in August. Yeppy! Another happy thought: Nick et al are coming in December!


Sunday, October 22, 2006

Eid, the Dregia Way!


On Friday, Moody and Jake finally had the sleepover they've been arranging for a year! They were in preschool together two years ago, and then Jake moved on to kindergarten while Moody stayed in preschool for another year. Despite that, they kept in touch and the friendship continued to prosper. Being in the same school helped. Every time they meet, Moody would inform us later that the sleepover date is set, etc., etc. Turned out, Jake would do the same to his Mom. Well, it finally happened this Friday. Brandon, our neighbor and Moody's classmate, joined them on Friday but didn't sleep over.

On Saturday, we went to Boo at the Zoo. It was a gorgeous day, in all ways! The weather, the mood, everything. We had a terrific time. The kids zonked out on the way back from the zoo; they were so exhausted! A nice Eid-preview outing.

Tomorrow is Eid! We put the sign up. I'm glad I had the Eid shopping all done along with the school shopping back in August. I'm a good planner! All we need now is Moody's haircut. We're ending Ramadan with a bazeen ختامه مسك... آآآ بازين! Though it's Eid, tomorrow is business as usual. Kids will be in school, I have a meeting at 4:30 in Campus and then a class at 8 pm. So, I guess no real celebration yet but plenty to come. We'll plan a movie and Eid gifts spree next weekend.




Happy Eid!
Happy Eid!

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Look out, Harry!

This image is an example of an approximate "invisibility cloak" that was developed at Tokyo University a few years ago. There has been another recent development on this front, albeit in the microwave not the visible part of the spectrum.

My friend Tawfik forwarded the news item below to me so I can tell Moody that science is catching up with Mr. Potter. The only problem is, the cloak itself is still visible! Maybe there is a self-reference paradox in that... Nah, I'm just lying! lol


16:17 19 October 2006
NewScientist.com news service
Justin Mullins

An invisibility cloak that works in the microwave region of the electromagnetic spectrum has been unveiled by researchers in the US. The device is the first practical version of a theoretical set-up first suggested in a paper published earlier in 2006.

The cloak works by steering microwave light around an object, making it appear to an observer as if it were not there at all. Materials that bend light in this way do not exist naturally, so have to be engineered with the necessary optical properties.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Cited for Bumper Sticker

What the hell! was my reaction when I heard it on Wednesday on News & Notes, Roundtable.

Denise Grier got a $100 ticket for the Bushit bumper sticker on her car. A Georgia law prohibits profane stickers on vehicles. The citation was thrown out by the judge since that specific law was ruled unconstitutional in 1990. Now Denise is suing for violation of her rights to free speech, and the bumper sticker remains on her car. Way to go Denise; I'm tired of all the Bushit too!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Interesting Moments

Living with a six-year-old certainly has its moments, lots of them! Sometimes I think we should just hang an audio recorder on Moody's neck all day. The other day, he asked me out of the blue, "Dad: are there any blonds who speak Arabic?" Yes, I said... and wanted to add, there are all kinds of idiots who speak Arabic. lol lol lol He is curious, unabashed in his expression, and he has a certain degree of intellectual independence, a kind of stubbornness, if you wish, but it's one that seeks and demands intelligibility not just hard headedness. Maybe I'm just "kvelling," but I thought of logging some of his interesting moments.

To Nick-nick-bobick


Canada Goose, Maryland, Jan. 27
Originally uploaded by ozoni11.
I found a great capture of a Canada goose for this story, taken by Michael Oberman, who has a fantastic photo collection. It don't get better than that! But, the reality is, Canada geese are sort of like "born" queens: They look great in pictures but you wouldn't wanna live with one! [I got that born queen line from the guy who says, "Bee as in Balestine." lol lol] These birds are all over this part of North America, I mean all over! They love water and open grass fields for food and nesting, which means every park in this area is taken over by these things. What's the problem, you ask? A healthy adult goose produces up to four pounds of shit every day, that's the problem! You can't run on the grass or even walk on some sidewalks without being on the lookout. I never had to adjust to this problem at a young age, not that we had open grass fields and abundant water everywhere lol lol... Well, I guess we had donkey shit when I was young in Misrata, we called it Jalla. But nothing of this magnitude. These geese fly so high that they get sucked up by jet engines, causing some crashes. I heard that engine manufacturers test them by tossing frozen chicken at them to simulate an encounter. They probably couldn't just round up some geese from the park and use them, frozen or whatever, because they're protected wildlife. Poor chicken! We need to start the Tastes Like Goose movement. Actually, the other day we noticed that the authorities seem to be trying out a "humane" solution. They brought in some black swans which scare the you know what out of the geese. The swans don't have any beards or anything, but the whole affair seems like a program of fowl terrorism. Who knows, it might work.

After a few years of "Oh, what a cute goosey loosey...," Moody started to wonder,"Why is there so much poop in the park?" Well, it's those Canada geese, I tell him. To him, Canada means the place where Nick lives, our friends terrific son. So, Moody's solution to the goosepoop problem is to chase them all over the park yelling,"Go back to Canada, you pooping goose! Go poop on Nick's roof!" Tala of course echoing every word! lol lol, sorry Nick! Today, Hanu was also thinking about the goose issue, and she did search on "Canada goose poop" then walked away from the computer. Moody walked by the Google search page, took a look and said, "Don't use the computer, it has the word poop all over."

Deep Thoughts

Hana already told you about most of these, but I wanted to say more about Moody and Luke's deep discussions on the way home from the bus stop. Those are great examples of his "particular stubbornness." Here is one that I heard about from the nanny:

L: "God made us and the trees."

A: "No, my mom and dad made me." "Where is God?"

L: "You can't see him."

A, borrowing from Nietzsche: "God is dead."


His latest, "How can you name him if you can't see him" proves he's definitely an experimentalist!

Deep Space

Tonight at dinner, he was in his space mood again...

A: "By the way, do you know why they call Mars the red planet?"

Why, I said.

A: "Because of Martian blood all over it."

Then he added, to my great pleasure, "I'm going to be the first one to set foot on Mars." And, borrowing from Armstrong this time, "I will say, it's a great step for Moody and everyone else." lol lol lol

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Moody's Art

Going back to priorities, it was set to be the blog for today.

This post is to document one of the many aspects of Moody's talent.

We've been using a reward system with Moody and Tala for a long time. Problem is, we have to be continuously innovative and creative to keep it up. With time, they eventually lose interest and don't care about the prizes anymore. Last week, we asked them to each list the things they want for rewards. We suggested that they draw them, so they'd get more involved. Below is Moody's drawing. Click on the picture to read the explanation for each symbol in flickr.


This one below is how you should write alligator when you run out of space. The letters should flow counterclockwise.

Unfoldings and Wrapping-Ups

Barbi decided to leave us this week. So here's another mess that we need to deal with. There are many advantages to having a nanny. But, with a nanny, you are under her mercy, her mood, her immaturity, her uncertainty, and you are directly affected by the happenings in her life, day in and day out. So here again, we're drifting. Putting the kids in a day care is our last resort and I wouldn't do it unless I absolutely have to. Simply put, day cares are children warehouses.

On the bright side of things, Barbi's leaving forced me to spend more time with Moody and Tala. Time I wouldn't spend with them if she were here, because of other pressing matters I need to tend to. I'm enjoying this time and so are they.

Moody is doing great at school and he loves it. He's been staying at the Sun every day, except last Thursday where he moved to Cloud. He told me that he was at the Cloud when I picked him up from school that day. Later he said he was afraid of telling me because he thought I would be angry. I explained that it does not make me happy that he moved to Cloud, but it makes me happy that he's honest with me.

Yesterday was the last day of ice skating for the season. Tala is finally moving around on the ice all by herself. She's staying in Stinger I next session, and Moody is moving up to Basic II and excited about it. Later, the three of us took a long walk in the neighborhood trail. Tala took her babies in their stroller, and she and Moody took turns pushing the stroller. On the way back, we met Max and Hailey, the new kids two houses down from ours. The kids were all happy to find playmates to play with in the courtyard.

Yesterday was also the last day of T-Ball. It's the first time I go to a game; I've only been to some of the practices. I was amazed at how much the kids--all the team--picked up on things and how well they did. Never have thought they'd come this far the way the practice sessions were going. They got the trophies and all. The trophy is a wooden baseball bat. Hmm, is that the best trophy they could get, I wondered so did many parents when the kids started swinging them in all directions. Next season, Moody is going to Coach-Pitch and Tala is staying in T-Ball.

It's Eid soon, and I'm in no mood for that, just like I'm in mood for Ramadan still. Moody's take on Ramadan is "It's not fair to fast. You shouldn't fast. You would starve." His take on god is a bit more serious though. He's been at it for some time now repeating same questions and stating same facts. Yesterday, he went at it again saying, "How do you know god if you can't see him? Why did people name him god?" It all started last year when he and Luke would debate about the existence of god on the bus from school and on the way from the bus stop to our home. An entertaining, insightful debate. I'll leave that for another time.



Revisiting Lebanon Trip

Prioritizing is my theme lately. What am I prioritizing, I don't know. And I'm not really prioritizing per se, rather letting things slip and picking up others. I'm in the autopilot mode since I came back from Lebanon; actually, since before I left to Lebanon. No emotions, or rather, there are emotions and many feelings, but I'm not in sync with them. Blocking them? Most likely. I have not shed a tear or thought about things since I got back to the US... Oh, there's so much to cry about--so much! But, here comes prioritizing it seems, and crying is not productive, hence not a priority.

Ennis and Juju could become US citizens very soon. The applications I submitted have been approved. It took less then six weeks for the approval to come--I'm impressed. Now, their father has to agree and get them to the US embassy to take immigrant visas. Once they set foot in the US, they immediately become US citizens.

Ennis and Juju, Moody and Tala. They belong to two completely different worlds. They have different norms, standards, and values. The gap is so wide and deep that I wonder if it could ever lessen or their worlds come closer. I pretty much doubt it. Ennis and Juju are everything I ever wished my kids not to be. Juju is a 70-year-old woman in the body of a 10-year-old girl. Ennis, well, he's constantly in fights and he once pulled a knife on another kid. As if it's not bad enough they are victims of a divorce, they are also victims of the environment surrounding them and those caring for them. Victims of a mentality that wants to make up for the loss of a mother and to display to the observants that they are not missing much. Consequentially, there's abundance of spoiling, corruption, materialism, and lack of discipline. Why am I not crying?

Having said that, is it contradictory to say I'm not judging my kids or blaming them for the way they are? I know those are the facts and not acknowledging them or being cognizant of them does not serve any purpose. The purpose, I think, is to find and make peace with those facts.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Drifting with the Flow

It's been a while!

Recent lack of postings on this blog cannot be attributed to lack of events. It's been pouring events like "cats and dogs." The same way it's been pouring rain. It hasn't been a good Fall weather--too bad! Our favorite season is almost gone, and we didn't get to enjoy it.

We're kind of just going with the drift. I don't have the energy nor the time to even think of where things are going. It's good enough to make it through the day, go to bed, and get up to start another day. The uncertainties--I hate them!

Magda visited 2 weeks ago. Too bad I was stuck in school for three days and didn't get to spend much time with her. Moody and Tala were excited to see her. "She's like a fairy godmother," said Tala.

If you're concerned with the low real estate prices, go get a St. Joseph statue and bury it upside down. He's hot these days, St. Joseph! I heard it in the news today that doing so will improve the real estate market for sellers, not that I care right now. Poor St. Joseph!

A happy 77th birthday to Dad.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Thursday, September 21, 2006

There and Here



I made it back on Tuesday evening. I'm so emotionally and physically drained. I have to sleep on it for a while and give everything time to sink in.

Still jetlagged, I started school yesterday. I had to run around the whole day: buy my books, buy the Campus parking pass, pick up OSU football season tickets, go to an interview that lasted 2:30 hours, and finally attend class from 8 to 10 pm with a glaze over my eyes and brain. I dropped the finance class and kept Six Sigma and Business Solution Teams. I sure won't regret that.

Followed Trabilsia's lead and took the Talent, Life or Mandarin quiz. I'm a Mandarin!

You're an intellectual, and you've worked hard to get where you are now. You're a strong believer in education, and you think many of the world's problems could be solved if people were more informed and more rational. You have no tolerance for sloppy or lazy thinking. It frustrates you when people who are ignorant or dishonest rise to positions of power. You believe that people can make a difference in the world, and you're determined to try.

Talent: 44%
Lifer: 28%
Mandarin: 64%

Very true. It's pretty much the same result I got with the Myers Briggs Test. Any takers?


Monday, September 18, 2006

A Cool Shot!



This is just a cool shot from National Geographic. The dark figures you see are actually shadows, not the camels themselves. The picture is a top view, and the illumination is nearly parallel to the ground, so the little white streaks under the figures are the actual camels reflecting the sunlight. If you click on the image, you will see an enlarged version, which is clearer than 10,000 of my words!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Another Holy Mess

I'm following up on Ghazi's comment that all religions of the day are competing for the distinction of being the most unreasonable in the lot. Perhaps that is made clearer by the unfolding crisis following the statements made by Pope Benedict about Islam.

Before we get to the Muslim response to the Pope's comments, it is quite appropriate to touch on some aspects of the other side. Here we have a Pope, which means the embodiment of doctrine, advocacy, subjectivity and partiality. And he is speaking about (of all things) reason, and where? at a University. Give me a break! This guy not only symbolizes the abdication of reason, but even his professional function was to be the enforcer of doctrine! Forgive me, but I think the whole thing is a major sham to begin with. A university is hardly the proper stage for partisan pontifications. Yes, I know, there is some tolerance in academia for the faith affair and for religious doctrine, but only as a subject of study, perhaps a pathological pursuit, but a university is hardly a place for the promotion of a specific doctrine or view of the world, and especially not at the expense of another. A Pope speaking about reason at a university sounds as ridiculously contrived as a political campaign manager lecturing judges about impartiality! Nothing of any value whatsoever should be expected out of such a mockery of reason.

So the Pope warms up his audience by throwing a couple blows at religious violence--or so they later told us. But, instead of singling out or including examples closer to home, the Pope chose to present someone else's finger of accusation alleging a connection between Islam and violence, but he never gave a hint of the rebuttal of the accused. Surely, the learned Pope could have chosen plenty of other examples and sources of religious violence, without venturing far from his spacetime environment. He had his own Germany of only 50 years ago, to draw from, or Ireland of only a decade or so ago, in both catastrophes catholics figured quite prominently. But he didn't, and frankly, that's not unexpected.

In the old days, say the days of the original debate that the Pope quoted selectively, a jab by a subscriber of one faith at another religion probably would have had no effect. Now the faith enterprise has a different reality to deal with, and it must be able to do so both on the giving and the receiving ends. The new reality is: science and technology have broken all the barriers. If you are a religious leader, a drunk Hollywood actor, or just a tabloid editor, your words can now travel instantly to every corner of the world. Of course that does not mean people should be expected to shut up just because they'll otherwise be widely heard; on the contrary, they will be speaking ever more. But they need to be mindful of the vastness of their audience, and therefore being able to do a better risk/opportunity assessment. Of course, on the individual level the constraints are much more relaxed.

I think, the burden of adjusting must fall more heavily on the receiving end, for purely practical reasons if nothing else. The differences between Catholics and Muslims are nothing new, nothing accidental or superficial. Who does not know that? Those eternal differences cannot be ignored and they will make it to the surface, through the channels of free speech, whether you like it or not. Frankly, the Muslim establishment's views on other religions, as expressed widely, are not necessarily better than the Pope's statements, not by any stretch! Not only that, but one can easily argue that over history, and present times not excluded, the most egregious acts committed against Muslims come from their own leaders, but there is little history about riots breaking out to protest those cases. The Pope speaks, and organizations like Muslim Brotherhood pipe right up! But when Gaddafi recently gassed on endlessly in a speech to Libya's religious authorities, his comments about Islam, and other religions for that matter, went completely unnoticed by the Libyan MB and everyone else who is now protesting frantically.

The Muslims need to get used to living in the global village. This is the big city, you hear a lot of things you don't like. They need to understand that "un-islamic" and "ignorant" are two very different things, that Islam can be and it is audibly rejected by a lot of ordinary people within reach, not just "ignorant" people and agents of this imperialist state or that. It is not by accident that the majority of the world population are non-Muslims. They are not ignorant, they have some beef of some sort or another with Islam, or they might just be bigoted hateful drunks looking for someone to piss off. Whatever the case may be, they are going to talk about it, and they have every right to assert their differences. It is unimaginable to think that no one can accuse Islam of anything, and the same is true for any other religion with over a thousand years on record. It was possible to silence criticism and accusations in the old days, but it is now a different reality. Muslims need to answer a few basic questions: Where and under what circumstances can people state their accusations of Islam? Nowhere? Under no circumstance? If an academic setting is not the appropriate venue for an intellectual, then what the hell is? A lot of Muslims have to grapple with that, especially those who are not accustomed to seeing religion on a level field with no special state protection. Yes, of course that means the overwhelming majority of Muslims, the same ones mentioned in one headline that said,"Pope implies Islam is violent... Muslims respond by burning churches!"

Friday, September 15, 2006

Reason not Miracles

People ask sincerely, why isn't there democracy in the Muslim world? I say, they got it all wrong, there is democracy now! Look at Hamas, afterall they won what were widely believed to be fair elections. The problem has nothing to do with democracy per se, at least as far as democracy means holding, winning and losing elections. There was democracy in apartheid South Africa, and in the US when the process excluded women and blacks, and there is democracy now in Israel. The more fundamental question is really about rights, what and how widely enjoyed they are. The appreciation of individual rights can only come with a social and cultural enlightenment, i.e., a popularization of reason, not miracles. There is the rub!

It is reasonable to assume, for a veteran political entity like the Muslim Brotherhood, that its very longevity is proof positive of its relevance. This is a "multi-national" group that boasts a presence all around the middle east, libya included for at least half a century now. Their birthplace and center of mass is in Egypt, right next door, and the Libyan branch was rooted there. The MB introduces itself as a "non-violent reformist organization seeking the establishment of civil society", and it includes as members many professionals and "social elite," not your basic disgruntled and misguided suicidal youth who populate the cliché islamist groups. In Libya, there is a world-famous case of over 100 MB members who were imprisoned for close to eight years, tried in sham courts and slapped with various prison terms and two death sentences. Ultimately, their criminality was re-affirmed on appeal, and they were released the day after by the kind heartedness of a puppet group called the Supreme Judicial Council. Among the released prisoners were US educated professors, scientists, engineers, and various other professionals. The atrocities committed against this group are nothing unusual for the Libyan regime, but they were in fact perfectly "legal," i.e., in accordance with the prevailing laws, one of which makes belonging to a political party punishable by death. The issue, once more, is one of rights! But what about the MB itself, where do they stand?

The MB know their fit in Libyan society, and they also know that political islamism cannot possibly survive anywhere without the protection of the state. So they spin a "comprehensive reform" headline, with no agenda or a working alternative program, but their spin affords them some latitude in the West, where they distrustfully live and operate, and it works toward their bigger objective of self protection, i.e., power sharing inside Libya. Anyway, the point here is not to get into the MB's strategies, but only to place them squarely in the intellectual reaches of the mainstream of Libyan society, perhaps representative of the politically powerful class that would take hold of a democratic Libya, if such a thing ever existed! But where would they be on the rights issue? That really begs the question, how reasonable is this group that boasts of a membership including professors, doctors and various educated folk? I will not answer that directly. Let the following news story do it, a story that I found on a Libyan MB news site, which they'd copied from an unknown source. The story speaks for itself, as well as for the foundations on which it was judged worthy of re-publication. It also shows the quality of discourse to be expected in practice from a group like the MB, and the depths from which Libyan society must climb befor it can begin to navigate by the light of reason.


The Arabic version is in the original form, the English is my own translation. Enjoy.



مركبة أمريكية تؤكد انشقاق القمر في بداية الدعوة الإسلامية

المنارة - 15/9/2006


أثبتت الأبحاث العلمية الحديثة صدق معجزة الرسول محمد صلى الله عليه وسلم بِشأن انشقاق القمر فى بداية بعثه نبيا للأمة. وتم إثبات ذلك من خلال الصورة التي التقطتها مركبة الفضاء الأمريكية ونشرت خلال الفترة الماضية في مختلف أنحاء العالم.

وجاء في تقرير جرى توزيعه على المؤسسات العلمية في مختلف أنحاء العالم أن الصورة التي تظهر حدوث انشقاق على سطح القمر تؤكد أن القمر انشق إلى نصفين خلال عمره الجيولوجي مع بداية ظهور الدعوة الإسلامية. وأكد التقرير أن العلماء لم يتمكنوا من إعطاء تفسير علمي لظاهرة انشقاق القمر حيث لم يحدث أي انشطار لأي جرم من الأجرام السماوية من قبل مثلما حدث للقمر.

يذكر أن معجزة انشقاق القمر حدثت في أول عهد النبي الكريم محمد بن عبد الله صلى الله عليه وسلم حين طلبت منه قريش انشقاق القمر ليؤكد ذلك صدقه ونبوته فحدث الانشقاق وشاهد سكان مكة المكرمة والبوادي في الجزيرة العربية بالعين المجردة حدوث انقسام القمر إلى نصفين حال حدوثه.

المصدر : الاقتصادية



Translation:

American Vehicle Confirms Moon Splitting At The Advent of Islam

Recent scientific research has proven the truthfulness of the miracle of Prophet Mohammed, may Allah bestow prayers and peace upon him, concerning the splitting of the moon early in his inception as Prophet for the Umma. And that proof came through the picture that was taken by the American space vehicle and published in the past period in various parts of the world.

And in a report that was distributed to scientific organizations around the world, it was mentioned that the picture which presents cracks on the surface of the moon confirms that the moon had split in two halves in its geological life around the appearance of Islam. The report also confirmed that the scientists were unable to provide a scientific explanation for the moon splitting phenomenon, as there had been no precedent where an extraterrestrial body split up as in the case of the moon.

It is noted that the moon splitting miracle occurred early in the era of the Noble Prophet Mohammed bin Abdallah, may Allah bestow prayers and peace upon him, when the Quraysh tribe demanded the splitting of the moon to confirm his truthfulness and prophecy, so the splitting occurred, and it was witnessed live by the naked eyes of the residents of Makkah the Blessed and the hinterlands of the Arab peninsula.

Source: al-Iqtisadiya (Arabic word that can be translated as The Economic or as The Economist, the latter would be an un/fortunate coincidence with the name of the well-known British publication.)


The copied story is on Almanara.org web site. Almanara means "lighthouse."

p.s. Even though "the scientific report" was widely circulated, and even though this is an internet story in the 21st century, there is not a single name, date, location or any concrete identifying information about it, let alone an actual link to this report, anywhere in the various parts of the world that received it!

Happy Ramadan. Remember not to abuse your right to eat at night, think of the poor folks in Antarctica!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Moving Forward!

Tala had her four-year physical on Friday. Her growth report is full of the number 4. On the growth chart, she falls in the 94th percentile; not surprisingly, that makes her an average 5-year-old size.

During the exam, she handed Dr. Klinger a book and said, "Can you read me this book, please?" The way she asked and the way she looked at him, he couldn't say no. He read her the page she held out. Dr. Klinger is one of the best pediatricians anywhere. He's so thorough, so patient, and pays attention to every little detail. During the visits, he watches every move and sound the child makes to assess the development. And unlike other physicians, he's never stingy in the time he spends with each child.

When shot time came at the end of the visit, Tala threw a fit refusing to take it. I said to her, "The shot will help you be healthy and not fall sick." She said, "OK, Mom!" So sweetly and calmly--I was surprised. There came the shot and she wailed so hard but had her reason. "It does burn," the nurse told me.


While in the waiting area, Moody picked up the book Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss. He read it to me all by himself, from beginning to end. I'm so proud of him.

Moody, Tala, and Sol have some sort of a flu. Of course, school starts and bugs start coming home with the kids. I hope I don't catch it; I'm clear so far, except for the symptoms I experienced on Friday night. I'm flying to Beirut tomorrow to spend a week with Ennis and Juju; I don't want to be sick. I'm blank about the trip--don't know what or how to feel except that I'm going to meet two dear people that I don't really know, and I don't know what's going on in their minds. I'm sure that once we meet, things will fall naturally in place and the apprehension and anxiety will subside.


Still, there are other reasons that make me very excited about my going to Lebanon and look forward to it. I will be seeing the dear Shallouf family. Uncle Lamin and Mom go way back to their old neighborhood in Derna where the two families were neighbors. The Shalloufs were a family to me during my stay in Lebanon. They have been there for me all the time through thick and thin. We gradually lost contact through the years. Last contact I had with them was a couple of years ago when Asma told me she was getting married. It seems like a year or so ago, but I've learnt from Mohamed, her brother, that she has a 2-and-a-half-year-old boy and is expecting a girl this month. Oh, I can't imagine it still. I would spend the first night with them since I'm arriving at 7:30 pm and don't want to take a "service" to Baalbeck at night. I would visit them with the kids too over the weekend, to reconnect them. They have not seen them in years and the kids don't remember them anymore. They used to visit them when in Beirut shortly after I left, but then stopped and all contacts to the Shalloufs were blocked. Oh, it will just be wonderful to see them all!

On Friday, Sol and I watched Fahrenheit 9/11. I highly recommend it. Sol said to me, "You are flying on the 9/11 anniversary." Oh, no! It didn't occur to me and I never paid attention to the date. I was looking for a flight starting September 8th and Monday was the first available I got. This is the third ticket I book in a week. First one was to Qatar after I made arrangements with my ex's sister there for my visit. But then, as soon as my ex knew I was going there he insisted the kids fly to Lebanon immediately. He's now in Sierra Leone where he's been working for years. I cancelled the ticket and lost some money in the process. I was then told by his sister that the kids will stay and I can come, so I rebooked again. And once again, I was told that they're leaving to Lebanon the next day, on their father's insistence. So, I cancelled again and started looking into flights to Lebanon. The kids got very excited and happy, then disappointed, then excited again, and disappointed again... I decided to go wherever they are. I know my visit will raise their morale and give their spirits an uplift.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Back-to-School Day



School started today for Moody and Tala. They both were very exited, well behaved, and insisted on wearing new clothes and all. They even wanted to wear coats though it's not cold yet! After dropping them to school, I realized I have a whole 2-and-a-half-hours all by myself, for myself. It's the first time it happens. Last year, Tala went to school in the morning, and Moody in the afternoon. So I always had one of them with me. I planned to go shopping earlier, but after this realization I decided to indulge myself. I had a doctor's visit this morning and she advised me to take time off during the day and to pamper myself frequently. I might as well do it now. I could even watch a soap opera for some brain freeze, lol.

Tala had ballet this morning. We changed school this year to Straub Dance which is owned by the mother of the Generations' owners. We left Generations because of religious reasons, or irreligious reasons to be accurate. For the two years we were part of Generations, we didn't notice the religious stuff till recital this year. I was walking by backstage when I heard the older kids saying a prayer before performance, and then they had a dance around a cross in middle stage. We liked Generations; such a shame they have to incorporate religion into dance. As one parent put it, "We pay for dance lessons, not religion." Damn right!

Religion is becoming more visible in American public life. We have been facing this issue over and over in many different places, including the public school where--by law--religion has no place there. What is wrong with being a secular society that accepts all members, and nonmembers, of the different religions on equal footing. Why equate being American with being Christian. It's hard enough to fit with all the other differences. Why don't people leave religion for the gods and in the confinement of their own homes. My personal opinion: Religion is the source of all evil.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Who Rules?

Yesterday, during the day, Moody was going to play in his room.

Hanu: Don't make a mess in your room.

Moody: It is my room and I do whatever I want in my room.

Hanu: No, you don't.

Moody: But it's my room, I own it and I rule it.

Hanu: It's your room, but it's in our house and we make the rules.

Later when I was tucking him in bed:

Moody: I want to own my room. Kids should own their rooms!

Hanu: When you have your own house, then you will own all the rooms in the house. And then,
you could do whatever you want in them.

Moody: But why can't I rule my room?

Hanu: Because you are under our rule.

Moody: What does above the rule mean?


Friday, September 01, 2006

Welcome back, school. Welcome back, me!

Hmmm, I'm not the one who should be welcoming me back... Oh, well!

I'm back for good, done with the internship. Three long months in that old, wet, soggy city of Fort Wayne. The internship was good in many unexpected ways. The major take away from that, which happens to be a question I need to find an answer to, is: Do I want to work in Corporate America? I don't fit; don't like it. Too much politics, heavy politics. Damn the politics! I will have to do some more career counseling once school starts.

Moody's orientation was yesterday. Kindergarten, yay! He's thrilled. And yes, he has school on Fridays too. "Tala doesn't. Only I go to school on Friday," he keeps saying.

Tala's orientation was today. She "cutted" bits of her hair... again! And some of her "Chicago dolls" hair. I was not happy at all—I was mad! At least I couldn't even tell where she cut her hair; no bald spots visible. She didn't want to take the picture. She said, "I don't feel good because I cutted all our hair."

I'm glad I'm back. It feels good, though overwhelming! All those months, I kept thinking that once I'm back, I'll have some relaxing and quality time with the kids. Today, I even entertained the idea of taking a nap. Oh, the kids! They have to get used to me again. They've been in my hair all day! Demands, whining, arguing, complaining, never-ending attention seeking. Oh, the closets! I need to sort them out. The kids' closets, the coats closet, the mud room, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera! Oh, the forms and paperwork! They loaded us with forms and forms from school. Things to fill out, lists to buy, lists to do... Oh, my—whom was I kidding!


Although I didn't do any of the things I imagined I'd be doing, I did something useful: I cooked dinner. I bet the house hasn't smelled like it does now in a long time. We have sharba, green beans stew, and rice. I make good rice; sol would eat it all by itself, white--that's how good my rice is. Moody asked when I was cooking, "What are we having for dinner?" I said, "Sharba." He whined, "Oooh, that makes me choke!" Thinking that he forgot, I asked him, "Do you know what sharba is?" He answered, "It's the soup with the potato beans in it. The beans make me choke!" That's hummus for you, aka chick peas, aka garbanzo beans!

It's nice to be back. Nice to be home!

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Keep Walking...

Orginal post on: Free Cedar: After war ad'

New Johnnie Walker billboard, standing in Beirut.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Of War and People


Last Friday, NPR's All Things Considered featured a segment about the southern Lebanese village, Qawza, and an interview with a couple who were there when the Israelis arrived. The couple talked about the contradicting actions of two groups of Israeli soldiers. Listen here

Abi Elias, the interviewee, passed on this message to an Israeli soldier: "Thank you, my son... I don't know what is your name, but I know you are a gentleman; you are a good fellow; you are a good man."

On the other group of soldiers, Abi Elias says, "They are not army, they are like 'junkestan' army."

The story doesn't make the puzzle of the war any easier to solve. I still think about Moody's question of who are the bad guys and who are the good guys. I answered him then that in war there aren't necessarily bad guys and good guys. What do I tell him if I am to attempt an answer? There's this good guy, with his soldiers unit, who are on the side of the bad guys who killed many civilians in Lebanon. Those bad guys are fighting the other bad guys in Lebanon who claim to be fighting for the good guys in Lebanon. There are the other good guys in Lebanon, and the Arab world, who are chanting their support for the bad guys who caused the destruction of Lebanon and loss of civilian lives. Those good guys hold the leader of the bad guys as their hero...

Does Hezbollah Stand for Arab Pride? A commentary of All things Considered by Adeed Dawisha, an Iraqi-American professor of political science at Miami University, OH. Dawisha says of the contemporary Arab condition, “Simply put, it is a region that suffers from a perceptible achievement deficit. A region mired by authoritarian rule so suffocating of the creative spirit that it leaves people desperately clutching at the slightest bit of accomplishment that comes their way.” more here

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Tala is 4!



Happy Birthday!


Updates, August 27:

"I had a great day!"

"This is the best birthday ever!"

"Thank you for the most great gift!"

Tala is still repeating those phrases since yesterday. Such a sweet darling! Her day started in a special way: She had her first ice skating lesson—first time for her on ice. She was frozen on the ice the first fifteen minutes, afraid to move, blink, or even smile. At the end of the class she ice-walked all the way from the middle of the rink to meet me at the gate.

When she woke up in the morning she put on the dress we picked at the mall on Friday, on top of her PJs (picture above.) She loves dresses and skirts. She asked for an Aurora dress, tiara, and slippers, and was elated when she got them.

As per Juju's request, I called her and Ennis and we all sang happy birthday to Tala together. Later, Grandma Safia called and khalu Aymen. Tala was happy!

At 2 pm, she and Moody had T-Ball practice, followed by cake, candles etc. Tala and Moody chose the cake with Cinderella and the prince, so Moody will get the prince and she will get Cinderella. They play so well together. Later at dinner, a whole bunch of people gathered around our table and sang for her. Tala was happy!

Today, we went school shopping for supplies and clothes. I hid the clothes and shoes away and told them they'll get them when school starts. Kind of reminded me of my school days and school shopping with Mom. Such nice memories!

We saw How to Eat Fried Worms today at the theatre. Sol dropped us at the entrance and went to park the car, as usual. Moody asked the cashier for four tickets, and Tala said, "The other one is my Dad. He's still outside. He has grey hair!"

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

From the Bush Monument Committee

[I got this from a colleague--pretty funnyyyyy!]

Dear Friends and Relatives:

I have the distinguished honor of being on the committee to raise $5,000,000 for a monument of George W. Bush. We originally wanted to put him on Mt. Rushmore until we discovered there was not enough room for two more faces.

We then decided to erect a statue of George in the Washington, D. C. Hall Of Fame. We were in a quandary as to where the statue should be placed. It was not proper to place it beside the statue of George Washington, who never told a lie, or beside Dick Cheney, who never told the truth, since George could never tell the difference.

We finally decided to place it beside Christopher Columbus, the greatest Republican of them all. He left not knowing where he was going, and when he got there he did not know where he was. He returned not knowing where he had been, and did it all on someone else's money.

Thank you,

George W. Bush Monument Committee

P. S. The Committee has raised $1.35 so far

Saturday, August 12, 2006

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Thursday, August 10, 2006

The Name Game

"The Name Game," or "The Banana Song", is a children's singalong rhyming game that creates variations of a person's name. It was written by singer Shirley Ellis and released in 1965... [Source: Wikipedia]


Tala loves that song, and she's so good at it. She picked it up around December of last year because the song has Nick's name with its variations.

Now here's the real name game:

In the process of obtaining passports for the whole family in case we decide to visit Libya or wherever, depending on where Ennis and Juju end up, I sent lots of forms to the Libyan consulate in DC (it's still the Libyan Liaison Office.) Among those forms were the birth registration forms for Moody and Tala, and the forms to add them to my passport. Wait, wait... keep reading, it gets to be interesting...

Today I received a call from the consular saying that they cannot register Tala; her name is illegal! Holy crap! I just kept laughing and still laughing. She suggested that we fill the application with a different name--one that is legal--and send it back. "Hold on, you mean we need to change her name?" I asked. She said, "No, just put a different name on the form and send it back to us. Then later, you add or change her middle name with a legal one you can use to register her in Libya with. A lot of people do that."

Hmmm, I started thinking, my mind spinning. Sol was not for even taking his pictures for the Libyan passport, let alone sending it for renewal, and yet worse going to Libya. How did he react? Exactly as I expected: "To hell with them. We don't need them. She [Tala] does not need anything to do with them. We are not going!"

OK, so I do a good job at predicting Sol, and I had an incentive stashed to overcome this obstacle. When we got married, Sol's Dad 'requested' that we name the girl, when we have one, Amna, after his mom and Sol's mom. We didn't, but he got his wish with naming Ahmed. But then after we registered Tala, I kept saying that we should have used Hana for her middle name and not Suliman. Not fair to have his name be the middle name for both kids, and really why would she have a guy's name as the middle name? Well, I know, in Libya the middle name is the Dad's--doesn't make it any less unfair. So now I started thinking that here is a reason to change her middle name to Hana, or even to Amna--whatever it takes to get things going.

Sol, ball in your court!