أَتجنَّبُ ذلكَ كَثيراً...

أَتجنَّبُ ذلكَ كَثيراً...

فعند التَّفكير أو الحديث أو عَملُ أمراً ما...

تَسْتيقظُ أحاسيسٌ خامدة...

لِتَسْكُنني كما العَلَقَة...

التّي تَقتاتُ على غيرها...

فأعَيشُ ذاك الأمرَ...

فأكونُ أنا...

لَسْتُ عَلى ما عليهِ أنا!

في المجالِ الإبداعي...

يكونُ خَيالي لا نِهائي...

فأخْرُجُ مِن واقعي...

لأُبدِعَ جِداً بأفكاري...

فلا تستلذّ النومَ عَيني...

أو أعودُ لأجِدٓ نٓفسي مُهَمشًا...

على صخورِ شاطِئِ وقْتي...

و بعضُّ أمور حياتي و ذِكرياتي...

تُلاحِقُني كما ظلي في خيالي اللاّنهائي...

لِأقعٓ و تٓهمد على صدْري...

فيكونُ ذلك أكثَرَ من طاقة تحمُّلي...

حينها لا أرغبُ بأن أكون أنا!

فأنا أرغَبُ بأن أكونَ الأوّل لا الثاني...

فَهَل أتَجَنّبُ ذلك كثيراً؟

I avoid that a lot...

When I think, talk or do anything...

Certain feelings wakes up...

To live like a leech inside of me...

Then I live that thing...

In return, I turn to someone that is not really me!

In the field of creativity...

My imaginations become limitless...

And i get out of my reality...

To become even more creative...

Then my eyes won't enjoy sleeping...

Or I return to find myself broken...

On the shore of time...

And some issues of my life and my memories...

 Follows me as my shadow in my endless imagination...

I fall and it sits on my chest...

And that would be unbearable for me..

That's when, I don't want to be me anymore!

I want to be the first not the second one...

So, shall I avoid that a lot? 

عِشرَة تويتر

هذا ليس شاهد قبرٍ لِعصفورِ تويتر...

بل ١٠ أعوامٍ مضت على إنضمامي لتويتر...

ما بين تغريداتٍ بِمعانٍ عميقة...سطحية...علمية...خلاقة...

أو كلمات لن تغني أو تفيد...

مكررة أو فارغة...

إستخدمته كدكتورٍ نفسي...

اسكبُ به ما بِداخلي...
قد أحصل منه على ردودٍ فِعلية...
على العكس من الدكاترة النفسية!

توبِعتُ من أكثرِ من سِتمائةٍ لأسباب مازلت أجهلها...

و تابَعتُ جميع الاراء...

تسببت بزحامِ فكري فجعلتني ارى الصحة في جميع وجهاتِ النظر...

هي صحيحة حسب منظورها الخاص...

مما زاد الصخب في رأسي...

في تويتر...ترى عصارات الأدمِغة تَليها تِلك الصور...

على العكسِ من انستاجرام...صُورِ ما يَسبِقُ عِصارات المعدة...

تليها دزينة من الوُسَمْ!

فليَعْصِر من يَعْصِر...

أما أنا...

تستهويني العِصارات الاولى لا باقي العِصر...

١٠ أعوام...

ثلاثة منها سبقت ذاك الخرف العربي...

اقصد الخريف العربي...

بل الربيع...

يبيله چاي الربيع مع زعفران و هيل...

اولغا؟

"ما يسبق عصارات المعدة": الطعام

"دزينة": درزن

"الوسم": هاشتاغ

This is not the gravestone of twitter's bird

It's my way to mark my ten years on twitter

Between deep tweets, superficial, scientific, creative or useless ones

Repeated or empty words

I use it as my personal psychologist

Where I pour into it whatever hiding inside of me

Sometimes I actually received feedback

Unlike nothingness which I get as feedback back from psychiatrists

I was followed by more than 600 for reasons I still can not figure it out

And I followed all kind opinions

Which caused me a mental traffic, that made me see correctness in all point of views

Each of them is correct according to their own perspective

Which increased the noise in my head

 In twitter, you can read "crème de la crème" of brains followed by pictures

Unlike instagram, where you will see photos of food followed by gastric acids

I prefer the first kind not the second

Ten years...

Three of them were before the Arab Alzheimer

I meant The Arab Autumn

Ops...Spring...

Now I am in the mood for spring tea with saffron and cumin

مجموعة تغريدات: #من أقوالي المأثورة

مجموعة تغريدات: My creative work | فنّي الدفين

لأني لا أستطيع أن أطفئ أحيانا عقليَ

لأني لا أستطيع أن أطفئ أحيانا عقليَ

كتبت هذا ليلا وجه صباحيَ...

حين تصمت الحياة و تستيقظ ضجة رأسيَ

كنص أو خواطر بلغتي العربية

فأنا لستُ شاعراً موزونٌ شعريَ 

و هي أقربُ جداً لِجُملٍ تَغْريدية 

قد تكون أو لا تكون بقافية 

بعدم الانتماء لأي مكان هو شعوريَ 

أو في زمانٍ أكون أنا غير زمانيَ 

اريد ان أنجز الكثير و لا تكفي انفاسيَ 

و لا أحب أن اطلب شيئا من أحد ليَ 

أو اطلب شيئا من احد لغيريَ 

و قد يسمى هذا بالاكتفاء الذاتيَّ 

فأنا أعشق أن أدفع و أتحدى نفسيَ 

لأرى ما استطيع فعله و ما تستطيع هيَ 

نشرت قصتي المنقحة بيوم ميلاديَ... 

فبمثل هذا اليوم جئتكم انا إلى الدنيا 

مع داء الصرع بالعصبي جهازيَ 

و جدري الماء و حب شبابيَ 

الذي تعرضت بعده للسخرية 

من بعض الطلاب الاشقيا

فأسست أول موقعٍ عنكبوتيَّ 

و فُتح من ثم في يوم رأسيَ 

أحسستُ بعدها بالأسر في جسديَ 

بعد أن ظننت أنني رّجُل حديديّ 

فسُحِقَ إبداعيَ و جَمُدَ فِكْريَ 

و تساءلتّ: لماذا كان كل جُهدِيَ؟ 

و قررت تحقيق حُلميَ 

فمرض...غربة وطن...بعدها ما مصيريَ؟ 

و رحل والدي، فذهب قلبيَ 

صِبِيّ طائش سَرَقَه مِني 

و لطيفة الفنانة وقفت بقربيَ 

و لا ننسى سياسات الكوكب غير المنتهية 

و ضغطُ الترقوّةِ على حلقيَ 

شعرت بعدها بضمور إحساسيَ 

ثم ضَجر و فُتور من قِوى عقليَ 

تراني هادئا و براكين تغلي بعمقيَ 

تسرِقُ النّوم من عَيني فتَقْتِلَهُ هيَ 

فأصبحت أبسط للحياة نظرتِيَ 

لأُطْلِق اليوم للعامةِ في حسابيَ 

خواطر فكري و عَواصِفه الذِّهنية 

التي تَثورُ و تنطفئ كألعابٍ نارية 

قررت أن أحفظها و أرسمها بكتابيَ 

لأُشارِكَكَمْ جَمالَ ذاك المشوه عقليَ

فأنا لم أحسد أحدا قط في حياتيَ 

أو قليلا... 

من عبر بجمال إحساسه الموزون عنيَ 

انا اليوم حُرٌ بالفضاء طليقٌ جناحُ لسانيَ 

فاذهب بعيدا عني و الهو مع غيريَ 

و من لم يكن لديه ما يُقدِّمه لَكم و لي... 

فلا يجلس في مَنزِلَه مُتربعاً لِينتقدني... 

كل ما أريده منه هو أن يتركني و شأنيَ 

أنا عنهم الآن اسمو و عن رماد الامس و ما مضيَ 

مسامحا للكل رضي من رضيَ 

بجَسدي...بِخُلُقي...بروحي...
و ما بقي لي من عَقْليَ

Because sometimes I can not turn off my brain I wrote the following late night, early morning When life is silent and the clutter in my head wakes up As phrases or ideas in classic Arabic

Then I re-wrote it in English

Because not everything in Arabic can be translated to English

At least not without losing it’s power of impact

I am not a professional poet They are closer to tweets than a poem They might or may not rhyme
But in Arabic they certainly do I feel that I don’t belong anywhere Or maybe i am in a different period of time, that is not mine I wanted to accomplish a lot but my breath is finite I don’t like to ask for help Or ask for help for someone else That might be called self sufficient I love to push and challenge myself To see what i can do, and what can she I published the censored version of my story on my birthday In a day like this day, I came to life With epilepsy in my nervous system Acne and chicken pox Which i was made fun of By some school bullies I launched my first website Then my skull was open I felt afterwards that I was jailed in my own body After thinking that I was a superman My creativity was crushed and my thinking was frozen And i wondered: why is my effort? Then i decided to follow my dream Sickness, loneliness and what will happen next to me? My father was gone, my heart left with him A manic boy stole him from me And Latifa the artist stood by me Not to mention the non stop politics of the planet And my collarbone pressing on my throat I felt leanness in my feelings Boredom and coldness of my brain I might look calm but there are volcanoes deep inside Stealing the sleepiness of my eyes, then it kills it My view of life became much simpler To share with the public My ideas and brainstorms Which are shooting and extinguished like fireworks I decided to write it down and save it in my book So you all see the beauty of my deformed brain I’ve never envied anybody in my life Or a bit… Whoever expressed my feelings poetically on behalf of me Today I am free flying up in space while my tongue is stretching it's wings So go away and play your games with someone else And whoever doesn’t have anything to offer to me and you Don’t stay home doing nothing but criticizing me Just leave me be on my own Today I rise up away of the ashes of yesterday... Forgiving everybody whether they accept it or not I rise up with my body, morals, soul...
And whatever remained of my brain

How biased is the mainstream media?

I spent a long time writing this, if you do actually believe that human rights are not selective, or you believe and/or your government actually believe in them...Read this to the end or just role to the otherside and go back to sleep...It’s about a specific subject that took place in December 2017 and is still taking place...If it was deleted I will re-post it and if you suddenly can not find my profile on facebook then it’s suspended because of what is written below...It’s about how mainstream media and social media misguide the way you think about certain issues, and how it affects your perspective about specific topics, I am using the story about #AhedTamimi as an example and I provided resources.

I am sure none of you ever heard of this teenage girl Ahed Tamimi from An-Nabi Saleh town in the west bank in Palestine who was born on 30 of March 2001, because you know...You will only get to see what mainstream media and social media wants you to see...A supporting message from a known Egyptian celebrity “Sherihan” was deleted by Instagram, she wrote about it on twitter and few days later Instagram brought it back.

“Ahed and her 20-year-old cousin, Nour Tamimi, approached an Israeli captain and a first sergeant at the edge of the family's walled front yard. Ahed yelled at them to leave, then started pushing and kicking the soldiers, who casually fended off the blows. Then she hit both in the face, according to the charges” (The Independent)...Reading this article makes you take the israeli side until you read the short paragraph quoted above you will realize the slapping took place on a Palestinian 1967 land, It’s fascinating how mainstream western media makes invaders looks so innocents while picturing the people who are defending their own stolen land as the tyrants, below you will find more similar articles where they write the story in a way that will probably make you take the wrong side.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/middle-east/ahed-tamimi-latest-palestinian-girl-14-years-prison-kicking-spitting-israeli-soldiers-protest-family-a8149411.html

And here is a video (courtesy jpost) of what they call IDF (D for defence btw, it should be replaced with A for attackers because the whole thing happened on a Palestinian land hence attack not defence.

http://www.jpost.com/Israel-News/Military-court-still-mulls-jailing-of-Tamimi-teen-until-end-of-her-trial-533192

1 “The latest shows the 16-year-old punching a heavily-armed Israeli soldier on her family's property last December. Tamimi can be heard yelling, "get out or I'll punch you!" The soldier pushes her away.”, and here CNN reports the incident backwards she punched him then she told him to get out or I’ll punch you, also in the exact article 2 “They point out the Tamimi family is known for its activism, regularly leading Friday demonstrations against Israeli soldiers and the occupation in their village.” they make the family of Ahed sound like the aggressors then the say in their village...That means if you get a stranger in your backyard then just let them do whatever they want. 3 The video on the top of this article shows the way the teenage girl was acting but it doesn’t mention that it actually happened on their backyard which is again on Palestinian 1967 land.

http://edition.cnn.com/2018/01/05/middleeast/ahed-tamimi-palestinian-activist/index.html

I wrote all of this not to look at it via an eye of a human not to decide the if that land belongs to those or that, but because of what that girl and much other people being through on daily basis and not everybody gets to see it...the reason why they have so much rage.

My personal view about who owns the land is as follows:

Imagine if a monkey takes over your house and kicks you out of it, or he and his family and friends takes over your neighborhood and seige you in your own house, simply because he thinks that he lived on Earth first...Would you still use monkey Emojis on WhatsApp? or would you will turn to Rick in #TheWalkingDead on them?

Not sure what is 1988, 1967, 1949 or 1948 borders?

Well to make this post much shorter, the 48 borders defines UN borders of creating almost equal sizes of a Jewish state next to an Arab state which was suppose to be Palestine, the Jewish state was recognized as Israel while the Arab State was never recognized at the time, the 49 borders was created by negotiations between Israel and neighboring Arab states of what was suppose to be Palestine in what is called Armistice Agreement, giving more land to Israel of the West bank and Gaza, also leaving the remains of Gaza under the control of Egypt and the remains of the west bank under control of Jordan...Well there are people living on that land they call themselves Palestinians, no one asked for their opinions about anything related to the piece of land they call home (or as they call it Palestine)...Ahed’s ancestors are part of those people.

And of course there is the endless story of Jerusalem...

النهاية بداية جديدة | The end is a new beginning

في هذه السنة أكملت السنة العاشرة منذ دخولي مجال التصوير الإحترافي،و خلال هذه السنوات الطويلة تعاونت مع العديد من المطبوعات و قمت بالعديد من التغطيات و الأماكن مثل مطعم كامو في طوكيو، اليابان و سوق البحرين للأوراق المالية و أمستردام كواليتي بوكنغز في هولندا و كورت يارد ماريوت و جيه دبليو ماريوت، ليتس بوبكورن و وزارة العدل في الكويت و العديد غيرها.

This year marks the 10th year since I started doing photography professionally, during these years I  collaborated with different publications, events and placed such as KaMu cuisine in Tokyo, Japan to Bahrain Financial Exchange, Amsterdam Quality Bookings in the Netherlands, Courtyard Marriott and JW Marriott, Let's Popcorn, Ministry of Justice in Kuwait and many others.

أشعر بأنني غمرت بكل ما أريد عمله، حيث أنني من يقومون بالعديد من الأمور بشكل جيد إلا أنني لا أستمر بأي شئ لآخره لذلك قررت بعد هذه السنوات العشرة الإبتعاد عن التصوير و العودة لشغف كان لدي من الصغر- و أقصد بالصغر صغر السن لأن حجمي لم يتغير كثيرا منذ تلك الفترة - إلا أنه في هذه المرة سأمارس هوايتي القديمة بطريقة عصرية "إلوستريشنز" مع شغفي الآخر...اللغة العربية، و ذلك لمحاربة صورة نمطية خاطئة و توصيل رسالة بأن العربية ليست إرهاب

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed with things, you see...I am the kind of persons who wants to do it all, I do things in a great way but I never take anything to the end...So I decided after those long 10 years to move photography a side and return to an older passion I had when I was little (little as when I was a kid not physically because obviously I am still little or as I like to call my self "fun size")...Except this time I am doing it in a contemporary way "Illustrations" with my other passion...Arabic language, to fight a stereotype and deliver a message that #ArabicIsNotTerrorism

مشروعي قاف لا كاف أو الإسم الرسمي QAF NOT KAF أعاد لي الإلهام و الإبداع، تم إطلاق الموقع يوم 26 يونيو 2017 لتوثيق يوم له ذكرى خاصة لدي...سيكون عمل في تطور دائم حيث سأقوم بإضافة تصاميم جديدة دائما له، لا أعرف إن كان سينجح و لكن أعرف بأنني لا أريد أن أتساءل يوما ما ماذا لو قمت بعمل هذا المشروع في حال لم أقم بعمله...لذلك قررت بعمله و أنتظر لأرى النتيجة.

My project QAF NOT KAF brought back my inspiration and creativity, the website is online since 25th of June 2017 to document a special day for me...It will always be work in progress because I will always add new designs to it, not sure if it's going to workout, but better than asking my self what If I did it in the future in case if I didn't do it...So I decided to do it then wait and see the results.

Instagram | Instagram.com/QAFNOTKAF Facebook | Facebook.com/QAFNOTKAFf Twitter | Twitter.com/QAFNOTKAF Snapchat | Snapchat.com/add/QAFNOTKAF
P.S. This is not a smiley face, it's "Ta'a" the Arabic "T" in a yellow circle

Back to Blogging | العودة للتدوين

It's been so long since the last time I posted anything, I guess that I was so occupied with my personal life recently not to mention that I am almost certain the no one reads my blogs...Blogging was my way of letting things out, my way of therapy I guess.

Today I posted a blog and I realized that I wasn't that active on my blog for almost 3 years, and I will be working on fixing that...I am almost certain nobody would care about reading it but it will be my way to let my mind "steam" some thoughts and ideas out!

مرت فترة طويلة منذ قيامي بالتدوين، أعتقد لإنشغالي في حياتي الخاصة بالفترة الأخيرة إضافة لإعتقادي بعدم وجود من يقرأ تدويناتي...حيث إعتبرت التدوين طريقتي لإطلاق عناني، أو طريقتي للعلاج.

اليوم قمت بمشاركة تدوينة جديدة و لاحظت بعدم نشاطي منذ ما يقارب ال 3 سنوات، لذلك سأعمل على تعديث ذلك...تقريباً واثق بعدم إهتمام أي شخص بقراءة تدويناتي و لكن سأعتبرها طريقة عقلي للتنفيس عن بعض أفكاره.

Kuwait Flashmob and making

I guess by now most of you already watched the official video of the flashmob, yesterday Zain uploaded the making of on their youtube channel...I love to watch them!

Watch below...

أتوقع اليوم أغلبكم شفتوا الفيديو الرسمي للفلاش موب، أمس زين رفعوا الكواليس على يوتيوبهم...أحب اشوف الكواليس!
الأوديو: ربيع الصيداوي
المخرج: عزيز الجسمي
المنتج: محمد يونس
مصمم الرقص: محمد الحملي
فترة التدريب: 8 أسابيع

شوفوهم تحت..

Here is the making of and below it the official video..
شوفوا الكواليس و تحتهم الفيديو النهائي للي ما شافه

Western Digital HDD

طبعاً اللي يتابعون تويتري بيعرفون ان من اسبوعين تقريباً اكتشفت مشكلة في واحد من الهاردسكات الخارجية ملوتي بو 1 تيرا بايت من نوع ويسترن ديجيتال...المهم وديت المحل ورشة بحولي من مادري جم يوم و أمس اتصلوا فيني و قالولي
GAME OVER
ما قدروا يرجعونلي شي منه...يعني حياتي من 2007 راحت و كل شي انمسح و كل صوري و فيديوهاتي منهم صور الكويت في العيد الوطني ال 50 راحوا!

Car Crash 2012

مثل ما قلتلكم من قبل واضح انها سنة تهبل من اولها كل هذا و احنا لي

الحين في شهر واحد...الله يستر من الياي

للي ما درى لي الحين اليوم الصبح و انا رايح الدوام سيارتين جدامي دخلوا

في بعض و انا دخلت فيهم, مع اني ما كنت ماشي بسرعة بس كل شي صار جدامي

بسرعة ما مداني اوقف السيارة او حتى لو اخلي الدعمة تصير جنب.

الغريب بالموضوع ان الطرف الثاني كان ولد رفيجة امي يمكن 15 سنة اسمع فيه

و ما شفته و شوفوا اليوم شلون شفته...

كل يوم اطلع عالدائري الرابع قلت اليوم بسوي نيولوك و بغير طريجي, الطرف

الاول كان ريال كبير سيارته شفر دبابة 1985من زمان ما شفتها بالشارع و

اليوم شفتنا عدل و خرت بانزينها كله عالشارع زين ما شبت فينا جان كملت.

من الخرعة اذكر اني صرخت و انا قاعد اشوف نفسي داخل بالسيارة و ما كملت

صرختي للاخر و حسيت ان ركبي "سابت" من الصدمة ما تحركت لما واحد فتح

الباب و طلعني من السيارة...كان يوم اكشن كوكب المغامرة و الغموض.

موضوع خيالي غريب أم حقيقة؟

فيلم قصير شاهدته منذ فترة و استرجعني إلى سلسة أفلام The Arrivals (القادمون) التي تسلط الضوء على الحركة الماسونية الحقيقية و سعيها المستمر بتسهيل حضور المسيح الدجال (الأعور الدجال)، لا أقر بصحة الفيديو و لكني أبقيت عقليتي متفتحة أثناء مشاهدته...قد يغير نظرتك للحياة و قد تتنبه إلى كبر تفاصيل صغيرة تشاهدها يومياً بإهمال...

A short movie I recently watched and reminds me of "The Arriavals" serias spreaded around the web in last few years...I am not saying that this is reality but I would like to keep an open mind, this video might change your view on the tiny details you may see in the world..

كيف تختار مرشحك؟

- لازم ما تختاره على اساس انه بيسويلك خدمات شخصية يعني ان يعينك في مكان معين، لازم تشوف ان اهدافه تكون للمصلحة العامة يعني مثلا اذا بيسوي مستشفى كبير و خدمات عامة او مشروعات كبيره تهم البلد و الموطنين بشكل عام
- لازم ما تختار المرشح على شكله، الصج اغلبهم اشكالهم افلام بس فلم عن فلم يفرق
- لازم ما تختاره على اساس طائفي او قبلي، لازم يكون هدفه الاول و الاخير مصلحة الكويت و الشعب عموماً
- و اهم شي لازم ما تقول ان كل المرشحين زفت ما راح اتعب نفسي و اطلع اصوت حق احد منهم، لأن زفت عن زفت يفرق...المفروض تنتخب الأقل "زفتنة" لأنك لو ما صوتله الزفت الكبير راح يربح بالأخير!

و اخير شي هذا فيديو شوفوه يمكن تذكرون انتو بالأساس بتصوتون حق منو!

Bad blogger?! مدون فاشل؟!

Yes I do admit it, I am a bad blogger; beem more a twitter recently but one of my resolutions of 2012 is to blog in a regular basis *i hope*

أعترف بتقصيري بالتدوين و قيامي بالتغريد أكثر...إحدى قراراتي في العام 2012 هو التدوين بشكل منتظم

سماح أنور في الكويت

أمس شفت سماح انور في مركز سلطان مع ولدها، كان ودي أتكلم معاها لأنها من الشخصيات اللي أحبها...الدنيا داستها بس عايشة و مكلمه حياتها ما خلت شي يكسرها و ظلت تحارب الهم بضحكة، الله يديم هالإرادة عندها و يعطي الكل مثلها.

I think I am cursed!

Whenever I fall in love with a perfume it always gets discontinued?!!

It begun few years ago with Kouros from Yves Saint Laurent, I know it's still in the market but I am talking about the one with the semi transparent bottle which I can not find anywhere anymore.

Few years later, I fall in love with Alessandro Dell'Acqua for men (even the woman's edition smells like heaven), I also made a photo session for the perfume as seen below...And again it was discontinued!

I looked for it in every single place in Kuwait, Dubai and Germany and nothing!

So I decided to find a new alternative and I ended up with Trussardi's Essenza Del Tempo (shown below), and again it was discontinued *aaarrrrrggh*

To some people it's just stupid perfumes, the problem is I get emotionally attached to my things; specifically if they were perfumes, you know how sometimes when you smell something you will remember certain place or mood from the past?

Now I have no idea if I should love a new perfume or it will a death sentance?

I kinda like Issey Miyake's L'eau D'issey Pour Homme, I also love Egoiste from Chanel but I think I should quit loving perfumes and fall in love with something that last forever such as a t-shirt! 

 

To Alessandro Dell'Acqua with love!

Still feeling bad about it, for some reason which I don't know; my favorite perfume ever was discontinued and it seems I can't move on.

I've been looking for it wherever I go but nothing...
This is probably the last one in Kuwait, I decided to keep it somewhere safe.

Photo: For the first time I go manual on both my Nikon strobes and my camera's mode...I really think I did a bad job, I wanted the background look over exposed in the middle though.

I used two SB-800s on the back with a blue gel filter of the subject and the other one on an umbrella with a green filter gel which was connected to the camera via a cable...I thought those colors looks like the perfume's smell!

Al-Qurain Martyrs Museum [Read]

Al-Qurain Martyrs Museum [Read]
Originally uploaded by radiant guy

I had to take some photos of "Al-Qurain Martyrs Museum" (keep reading to know what it is)...
I didn't know where they are exactly although I passed by them few times, so I asked who lived in the exact area where the Museum is...

The Museum consists of three houses located in residential area in Kuwait called "Al-Qurain", many Kuwaiti men of the Kuwaiti resistance group of "Messila" where killed by the Iraqi army on 25th of February 1991 (only one day before the liberation of Kuwait on 26th of February 1991), one of the houses was attacked intensively while the other two houses weren't really effected compared to the first house.

Back to my friend who I asked for direction to the Museum, only this week I found out that the father of my friend was killed in that house too, I already knew that he was killed by the Iraqi army but I didn't know that he was one of the men in "the Qurain Houses" I only found out this week...When I was talking to the phone with him, he told me to say Hi for his father then we both laughed...

I was thinking, well it will be very fast just snap some photos of the houses from the outside then go back home, but one of the guards saw me and asked me if I wanted to take photos from the inside I should do it now because they were closing the museum in less than ten minutes and I said OK.

Until today, I never seen "Al-Qurain Martyrs Museum" in real life, so when I got in I saw all the Iron bars surrounding the walls to prevent the house from collapsing, I kept taking photos and then I reached a room where I found photos of the martyrs with all spot lights and some information written about them such as where they actually work, how many children they had, photos of the children, what they were wearing at the time...Etc

While I was walking from room to other, floor to roof I was looking at the walls and reading all the writings on the wall (some of them were written by them), I has flash backs of the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait and I begun to imagine what those guys been through that day and how each one felt linking that to the holes caused by the bullets and tanks on the walls with all the writing and stuff it made me cry.

So I decided to share that story with the whole world because I do want people to know what happened there once upon the time...

Photo and description dedicated to the souls of the courageous resistance men in heaven.

COMING SOON!

Soon!
Radiant will shine and everybody will see the unlit part...
Come back soon!
قريباً!
سيلمع شعاع النور و سترون الجزء المظلم...
عودوا للزيارة قريباً!


One more thing, I just had a hair cut...I wanted to get a hair cut for the Eid but it was crowded so I didn't do it until today.
I always wanted to do a photo with water droops and I guess I succeeded :D

ليش الحلاليق كله زحمه بالعيد؟
جنه بس بالعيد الناس لازم يقصون شعرهم غير جذي مو لازم...
المهم انا من زمان كان ودي بصور اللي يكون فيهم نقط ماي, هالشي ما بقدر اسوي بكاميرا عاديه, بس بعد ما شريت نيكون سويتها و نص :D

Happy Ramadhan [Year 1428] مبارك عليكم الشهر

Happy Ramadhan [Year 1428] مبارك عليكم الشهر
Originally uploaded by radiant guy

Ramadhan (Ramadan) is the 9th month of the Islamic calendar. It's when Muslims all over the world spend 30 days fasting and bettering themselves in principles of faith.

Muslims are also expected to put more effort into following the teachings of Islam by refraining from sexual intercourse (during fasting), violence, anger, envy, greed, lust, angry and sarcastic retorts, and gossip. People are meant to try to get along with each other better than they normally might. All obscene and irreligious sights and sounds are to be avoided. Purity of both thought and action is important. The fast is an exacting act of deep personal worship in which Muslims seek a raised level of closeness to God. The act of fasting is said to redirect the heart away from worldly activities, its purpose being to cleanse the inner soul and free it from harm.

Fasting during Ramadan is not obligatory for several groups for whom it would be excessively problematic. Children before the onset of puberty are not required to fast, though some do. However, if puberty is delayed, fasting becomes obligatory for males and females after a certain age. According to the Qur'an, if fasting would be dangerous to someone's health, such as a person with an illness or medical condition (this can include the elderly), that person is excused.

The reason Muslims fast is to discipline their body and mind. The absence of food and drink and other pleasures provides a perfect opportunity to concentrate on prayer and worship. Not having the luxuries of life to hand makes it easier to reflect on life and be grateful for what we do have. Muslims use this month to start afresh and give their life a new direction.

Read more at Wikipedia
Here is an idiotic Q&A about Ramadhan LOL

3 days weekend...

Starting 1st of September 2007, Kuwait is shifting the weekend from Thursday and Friday to Friday and Saturday.

So this weekend is going to be 3 days instead of two days Thursday, Friday and Saturday that's why I am happy...At least for now :+

Earthquake hits Kuwait!

Well, yesterday (Sat.) early morning around 2 A.M., I was in my room (third floor) on my bed working on a new project when my bed begun to shake and I looked exactly like this ---> :S
ما خليت آيه حفظونا اياها بالمدرسة ما قلتها LOL
I had no idea what was going on, I though USA initiated a new war or invaded a new country in the region or something.

Anway later I went down stairs and asked my little brother if he felt it, he replied NO and laughed, then I went to my mother and asked her too, she thought I was kidding.

On the moring while I was driving to work, they were talking about it on the radio and that's when I knew it was an earthquake ~:O

We never have them in Kuwait or at least we can't feel them when they happen but this one was 4.3-magnitude earthquake, I guess that's why I felt it.