Monthly Archives: February 2010

Begolak

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Begolak, translated simply into “They say”, is a term you hear often in Jordan. It’s almost always a made-up story that turns factual and sooner or later the whole country’s talking about it. Something that distinguishes Jordanians from many other cultures, is our amazing ability to exaggerate stuff. Whether it’s a simple news report or the major eco crises, we always have a say. No, it’s not just taxi drivers, we ALL do it. Examples are plentiful, but I won’t be going over all of them because face it, that would require a century.

1. “Begolak fi mojet Thalj, snow storm ya zalameh!”

Jameel: “Shadi, yalla shid 5aleena inrawe7 3ala Amman.”

Me: “Leesh ballah? Wel dawam?”

Jameel: “Ya zalameh hasa bitsaker el torgat ow bitbatel tegdar itrawe7, la7eg 7alak seebak min el dawam.”

Me: “Wa7ed allah ya rajol! Bala thalj bala Santa Claus, kolo 7aki fadi.”

Jameel: “Itsharet?”

Me: “Ya zalameh iza bit-thalej bidi argoslak el “snow dance” hoon bi nos el mostashfa ow ra7 afa6rak 3a 7sabi yomeen kamleen!”

Jameel: “Bashoofak el a7ad la3ad, jeeb ma3ak masari.”

Me: “La2 ya zalameh bijooz itdal ithalej lal a7ed, la testa3jel 3a Irbid.”

Begolak, ino some idiot on the radio said it was going to snow. A cold front over from Honolulu was closing in and winds facing Eastwards blah blah blah…Mishan allah bikafi 3aret! Amman kolha 3a ba3edha 1,000m above sea level hasa sar bido iykoon feha snow storm? Ow ba3deen “begolak” ino el torgat bidha itsaker, ow 5alas life as we know it is going to end. They send out trucks to clear the snow, which in a matter of minutes turned into water. They close down schools and send people home. Husbands run to the supermarkets to stack up on supplies! Jesus Christ eesh sayer bil 3alam, armageddon?

Fa begolak ino el sha3eb el Ordoni ma bi7eb yo3rot :D!

2. Begolak el azme el iqtesadeye ma a2tharat 3ala Amman.

Maho ya ibn el kalb, makleen 5ara hayna! Prices of milk, rice and sugar have fucking sky rocketed. Petrol is up and taxis went up 10%. You might have not lost your jobs because you barely work in the first place! Ga3ed wara maktab bit3abe warag ow bitwaqe3 bi-hal galam, fokna! “Begolak” ino sha3ebna makel 5ara ow ma 7ada imlage masroof. Walak ya ibn el 7mara, manta ga3ed 3a 6eezak kol yom bidak itrawe7 bakeer, ow lama thalajat la nos sa3a ow inta ga3ed godam el sobba golt 5alas snow day, akeed mish ra7 itlage akel!

Look what they’re like in Japan: http://www.ibda3world.com/?p=11281

We would probably go caveman on the building and blow it the fuck up. Ohh wait, we barely have highways to start off!

3. Begolak eli bedre bedre, weli bedreesh begolak chaf 3adas.


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Neon

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Don’t really know what to post about, I have so much shit on my mind I can’t pick one subject and talk about it. Instead, I’ll leave you with a song that I have recently come across and can’t stop listening to. It’s called Neon, for John Mayer. I’m in love with the lyrics and even more in love with the guitar playing.

Here’s the YouTube video of his live performance:

Here are the lyrics:

When sky blue gets dark enough
To see the colors of the city lights
A trail of ruby red and diamond white
Hits her like a sunrise
She comes and goes and comes and goes
Like no one can

Tonight she’s out to lose herself
And find a high on Peachtree Street
From mixed drinks to techno beats it’s always
Heavy into everything

She comes and goes and comes and goes
Like no one can
She comes and goes and no one knows
She’s slipping through my hands

She’s always buzzing just like
Neon, neon
Neon, neon
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away

I can’t be her angel now
You know it’s not my place to hold her down
And it’s hard for me to take a stand
When I would take her anyway I can

She comes and she goes
Like no one can
She comes and she goes
She’s slipping through my hands

She’s always buzzing just like
Neon, neon
Neon, neon
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away, away.

She comes and she goes
Like no one can
She comes and she goes
She’s slipping through my hands

She’s always buzzing just like
Neon, neon
Neon, neon
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away

Enjoy!

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Once upon a no-star night

Looked up unto the pitch black darkness, the sky had no stars, no moon, no life. I looked up unto the dark canvas, asked the man upstairs if he’s lost his art, he said no but I merely do not wish to paint tonight. It’s a sad night, for humanity. A sad night, one among many we have passed upon. Time flies, a gust of wind blows a leaf in front of my face, it lands on my belly and crunches as I lay my palm atop it. *crunch* The seldom appreciation we give to the world, we see so little of. We see so little of the world, our  eyes focused on what doesn’t matter, tunnel-visioned into a world ruled by democrats, republicans, kings, queens, tyrants and lords. Ruled fairly, sometimes not, the rich get richer, the poor get poorer, pummeled by the rocks that society bears at hand. Rocks of social equity, be like us or perish they say as they break wind and hit them right in the face.

Our world, we live in now. Our world, we die in now. Generations upon generations, we live, we die, we thrive, we demolish, we destroy, we build, we break, we threaten, we fight, we make love, we listen, we talk, we see, we don’t see, we scream, we shout, we shut, we close, we run, we stand, we eat, we starve, we whine, we bitch, we clasp our hands in the end we clasp, to the world we clasp.

I write this in pain, pain caused by us unto mother earth. We appreciate not the land, the wind, the trees, the sights, the sounds, the birds, the water. We appreciate the money, the power, the sex, the glory. We grow up wanting and wanting, giving but little to a world that requires anything but that.

I’m not a tree hugger. I’m not a perfect person. I don’t live a simple life with just the clothes on my back and the food I eat, but I know enough to make myself cry at night.

“Close ’em eyes”, she yelled, as she climbed up on top of me. Each leg on one side of me, staring down with a flower in her hair. Her mint-laden breath flaring through my nostrils, listening to her throw the wrapping paper to one side. *Pop* She blows a bubble and giggles ever so lightly, almost orgasmically.

“Open your eyes now my dear, open them”. I look up and see the art the man created. Drawn if not in the sky then on earth, for it is that equity that I realize. It’s not always in the heavens, don’t always look up top, for when you do you forget what’s on our own level. We spend our entire life looking away, looking across, looking in the distance that we forget what’s right there in front of us. We forget our brothers and sisters. We forget our closest members. We forget ourselves.

Remind yourself constantly of who it is you have right in front of you. Remind yourself constantly of who you can help and give help to. Look at a flower, don’t pick it. Stare at the ground, not just the sky..

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