FREEDOM

I never felt this way before
I never felt this light weighted before,
Like a feather; I am free…
Free to fly in this wind,
And cherish to be the king pin

I am in love, with the chirping of birds
Sky’s painting with black, blue and grey color
all for me is God’s love.
This musical wind makes me sing
A song that have been written long back
But waited for the perfect octet,

He blessed me with rain
this drained away all my pain;
Each drop of rain bought new smile and hope
Gave me the courage to fight and never take a hop
They asked me not to get wet
Coz I may catch cold and take a set back.
“You see me wet!
I see me completely dried up
And all the sorrow and pain just like this rain have been drained up.”

I never felt this way before
I never felt this light weighted before,
Like a feather; I am free…
Free to fly in this wind,
And cherish to be the king pin

Once seems to be an endless road,
today seems to be the path to reach my goal
Once seems to be the cactus near road
Today seems to be the flower with beautiful escort.

I can fly, I can fly
I always said this to me
Today I am flying without any worries
Saying out loud I have found ME!

I have visited five colleges with my son.He has recently passed the secondary school examination and intends to get admitted in a college of his choice.Everywhere I went,I found large number of students trying to secure admission forms and
depositing the same at the college counters.The numbers of students are very large at all the locations.Students were waiting in very long ques for hours with great patience.Nobody knew what was his fate.But they were very determine to get higher education.I hope the crave for their higher education will be fulfilled.

Blogging has become a way of life nowadays.It is a passion for many peoples.Many creative thought emerges as blogs and published in internet.Some people take pleasure by writing blogs while other groups of people gather enjoyment by reading them.In the mean time some blog writers have become famous for writing blogs.You may be curious on how the word "blog" was coined.Infact,the word was made from the words WEB and LOG where B has been taken from the former and LOG from the latter words.See how a brand new word,'BLOG' was created to conquer the world.It is a matter of great interest to note how the blogging will influence the world of tomorrow.

Failure is the pillar of success.But,this proverb or saying may be very cruel for many peoples.The shock or trauma may overwhelm the person who has just experienced a failure in his life and he/she may not bear he pain of the failure then.He/she may take various undesirable way to mitigate the pain.You know well what they do and may love to provide some cases for sharing with others.I suggest all persons to kindly to have patience and try to attain success again when the failure has come to test your fate.

The cyclonic storm called "AILA" recently hit large areas of Bangladesh and India.The storm was very fatal.It took away many human lives,domestic animals,crops,fruit gardens,homes and many infrastuctures.It was really a fatal storm.It has left miseries and scars of devastation all around.Peoples falling victim of the storm will take uncertain time to recover from the loss and trauma.Let us find means to support the affected peoples and come forward to assist them.

I came back from yemen yesterday , the country I always dreamt to visit.

I enjoyed the smell of the yemeni Jasmin and the beautiful scenary of the old buildings in Sana'a. I went to attend an international conference for education and it was successful and fruitful .

I found in Yemen the great people , the arabic originalty , the nice scent of flowers, the generousity of its people.

I love Yemen and wish to visit it again but not in work .

Recently I traveled several districts of Bangladesh.The time was very critical as the temperature was very high though
some rain was very desirable.We were lucky to see some rain along the trip though constant thunders frightened us.
We saw many cropped fields and fruit gardens along the long way.Flowering plants were showing their gorgeous colors too.
There was paddy fields in some areas.Most of them were harvested recently.Sesame,jute,pulses and many other crops were seen.
Mango trees were bearing diversified varieties of shapes,sizes and colors.Jackfruit,palmyra palm fruit,wax apple were some other fruits on the sight.But we were excited to see the festival of mango on the way.Particularly in Sathkhira we saw many orchards of mango
laden with many varieties of mango.Farmers were selling the HIMSAGAR variety with pleasure.We visited some orchards and enjoyed the beauty of the fruits in the garden.It was a great festival of the celebrated mango.We always love to taste mango and it was a great opportunity for us to see the festival.

This year we are blessed with a golden harvest of paddy.Our farmers are apparently happy for getting a good harvest.You will be amazed to see the standing paddy fields with the golden color just before the harvest.But the problem of glut comes with a good harvest for all commodities of commerce.It appears that glut may affect the farmers.Their peace may be lost partly due to the low price at the time of harvest.I hope the concerned agencies will come forward and demonstrate their sympathy and action to retain the smile of farmers who feed the whole world.Let the blessed harvest remain blessed for ever and is not tarnished by the profit seekers.

You will be astonished to see the gorgeous flowers that are blooming now in Bangladesh.They have stunning colors,shapes
and sizes.So many names and so many varieties of flowers,it is simply impossible to remember them.Despite this you will
be tempted to learn that red Krishnachura on small to large tree kindle your memories of love in your old days.You will find Cassia fistula everywhere from the megacity to the countryside.The whole tree is golden from to bottom.You may write a poem on this superb beauty now.You may be maddened by the beauty of Jarul awaiting all the way from the metropolis to the cool countryside.The dreamy blue-violet flowers play with your lovely past.
Like to see and enjoy more.Please just throw your glance and discover the stunning beauty that will be unfolded in front of your amazing vision.

In a traditional café in old Amman we were a band of friends laughing around apple chicha and lemon mint juice. The conversation is about identity and local dialects and each one of the Moroccan, Lebanese, Egyptian, Turkish and Palestinian friends are making jokes about how classical Arabic is becoming sterile in expressing our emotions and our changing identities, until Karim, an Egyptian film maker, took out his green Egyptian passport and tears off a page and start writing on it all the funny jokes we were making. What Karim did was a symbolic action that made me think about my identity and question the notion of reducing all what I am in a miserable travel document.

I set on my bed yesterday gazing at my green passport, remembering what Karim did and searching in every single line and shape for my identity, but was unable to find it. How could my name, my place of birth and my age determine who I am. Am I just a number in the lists of the Moroccan ministry of interior and the Schengen database. Is it said anywhere in my passport that I am a big dreamer, that I spend my nights whispering to the polar star, that I love Sufi songs or that I hate onions? So how could my being be summed up in this miserable travel document, and why do I need all the visas and the stamps of the world to move into a Mediterranean apace to which I belong? For a Moroccan like me it’s even more problematic, since I don’t feel very Arab, very European, very Muslim, very Jewish, very Berber, very Andalouisian, very African, very Maghrebine, and at the same time I feel belonging to all of these groups. So the only Identity which unites all these pieces of me is to say that I feel Mediterranean.

I deal everyday with noble concepts like dialogue of cultures, mutual understanding, or restoring trust. Therefore, even if I am one of the deepest believers in a north-south dialogue, I feel that the Euromed partnership is a chained pigeon as it doesn’t guarantee the freedom of movement for the people from the South of the Mediterranean. The mental barriers can’t collapse as long as the geographical barriers are being enhanced with electrical wires, exaggerated visa procedures, and endless checkpoints. The concept of Union for the Mediterranean itself is very problematic. Let me start by asking the simplest question: Why they didn’t call it Union of the Mediterranean? The simplest answer would be because the Mediterranean is made up of different contradicted blocks: Europe, The Maghreb, The Mashrek, Turkey, and Israel. The word Union assumes egalitarian relationships for a common cause, hence, a perception of a Union based on dichotomies of North/South, developed/undeveloped, Christian/Muslim, or European/Arab is nothing but the continuation of Edward Said’s orientalism in a modern terminology.

The Euromed or the Union for the Mediterranean are geopolitically speaking a form of ‘’imagined geographies’’ to follow the new social and political shifts which acquired after World War II. This methageographical invention is a very positive one for the people of the Mediterranean sea, since it’s their common fate to live together as it was their common past to move once and forth in the Mare Nostrum within the same civilizations. The continual exchange in terms of culture, goods, human beings is a process which no political or ideological circumstances succeeded in stopping throughout the centuries, thus, it’s a clever move to institutionalize this exchange within a framework which could tolerate even the most controversial component of the region: Israel.

From a purely realistic point of view, it is true that the nation state has the right to protect its interests by closing its borders for security reasons. Nevertheless, a humanistic project like constructing a new common civilization based on the Mediterranean shared heritage requires reconsidering the notion of the nation state itself and trying to construct a community based on common values while favoring diversity within elastic political borders. The enterprise of constructing a Euromed identity should pass through the process of imagining the Euromed community. According to Benedict Anderson 1983 “a nation is a community socially constructed, which is to say imagined by the people who perceive themselves as part of that group”, Anderson argues that states are created from different symbols that we attribute to it. Consequently, the members of a community construct a mental image of their affinity even if they are an heterogeneous group in reality. The “imagined community” is gradually constituted by inventing common symbols such as: the flag, the national dish, the national anthem, the official holydays, the national dressing codes… etc Applied to the Mediterranean Anderson’s theory can really be an efficient way to construct a common identity by working on the mental images and highlighting different common symbols that we will not even spend a long time to find since they already exist. For example we can invent a flag for the Mediterranean, declare olive oil and tomatoes as an official dish, and foster academic research on our common anthropological and historical heritage. Anderson’s theory explains how what he calls “print capitalism” helps in consolidate the common mental images, accordingly, focusing our efforts towards producing printed press and publications will support the quick construction of our Mediterranean identity.

After spending hours meditating about the essence of identity I realized that I feel proud of my Moroccan identity with all its diversity, but I decided to put a blue sticker on my passport which reminds of the color of the Mare Nostrum saying: Mediterranean Citizen, because that’s how I feel!

Last night was a memorable one.My sleep was disturbed by a bad smell.I found a narrow long bug after a frantic search in the room.It was about an inch long.It was emitting such a bad smell that it was almost impossible for me to tolerate.I collected a broom and tried to drive it away.It emitted more
bad smell.When I threw this out of the room,I felt more bad smell.I was surprised to see a number of the same bug in the corners and walls of the room.They were stinking badly.I tried to drive them one by one.It was a horrible event.I felt that there was chemicals all around the room with irritating bad smell.Lasly,I killed around 25 bugs and broomed them downstair.To make my room habitable,I sprayed air freshener.Then,I took a book and searched for the bad smelling insect.Finally,I found that the insect was rice bug.It sucks its food from the rice at the milky stage and thus damage the rice.As the paddy field is being harvested now,the rice bug was flying to find alternative host.Then it was attracted by the light of our home causing inconvenience for me and to them simultaneously.The scientific name of the bug is

Leptocorisa oratorius (Fabricius).It may cause some kind of allergy or blister by the emitted chemicals.In fact,the bugs spray or emit chemical when they feel they are being attacked for their safety.
The invasion of the rice bug took away about an hour of my sleep but gave me wealth of knowledge and experience.Thanks to bad smelling rice bug.

If I'm lucky I will be flying to Yemen on the 24th of May . It was one of my dreams to go there , but now I don't know .. I spent years dreaming of going there but when things came true I became unable to know if its good or bad thing that this wish come true...

I hope I can see the beauty of this countr which I loved for years...

Its my birthday and I am sooo happy :)

sometimes u dream for simple things in life. u wish for dignity and respect. uwish for beign able to do ur work on time. ur spous eis upportive but his family create chaos.
u r denied even basic facility of beign able to cook food as per ur convienence.
u cannot doanything.simply sit and face the insult handed on a platter.
no matter how hard u try u face the same thing. u try to solve it and u face a stiff wall. nobody is ready to listen.
u are ill .insted of helping you ,you r told to back off kicten .u have adaily routine .u have evn fixe dthe timeings when uwill cook. yet daily u r troubled.at that time only others have to cook or else they will die out of hunger.
u cant complain.u can only cry. but that is something cowards do.

just a question ...
What will you do ? in your life ? in your career?
for the persons you love?