19 November 2018

My weakness

Not really sure how to start talking about this song, I love this kind of lyrics that talks about human feelings in general, other than love and hate, I mean ordinary love songs...This is much deeper, something that could touch every human anywhere...Sometimes I listen to certain songs non-stop when they are released and I'd normally refer to them as my "national anthem"...This is one of them.

The piano in this song, the way she sings, the sigh at 3:08 </3

إسم الأغنية: ضعفي 
غناء: شيرين 
كلمات : سلطان صلاح 
ألحان : خالد عز 
توزيع : نادر حمدي 

Song name: "Daafy" or "Dha'afi" (My weakness) 
Singer: Sherine
Lyrics: Sultan Salah 
Composer: Khaled Ezz 
Mix by: Nader Hamdy 
Genre: Slow Egyptian/ Oriental pop music 

ضعفي بيصعب عليّا 
وعشان عزيز عليّا 
ببعد ساعتها عن أي حد أنا بعرفه 
وبخاف لضعفي ساعتها مني يخوفه 
وأفضل كده لحد ما أهدى 
لحد ما أقوى 
لحد ما أقدر من تاني أواجه 
ما أقدرش أواجه 
نظرة عيون فرحانة فيّا 

الناس لبعض دي كلمة بِطلت 
كان ليها وقت زمان وخلصت 
فيه حد ينفع يقول لحد ما تحس بيّا 
أنا عندي أعيش لوحدي أحسن 
وأتعب شوية من إني أرّخص نفسي 
ولا أصعب في يوم على حد يمكن 
يعطف عليّا 

يا ناس دي كلمة ساعات تصبر 
ساعات تغير 
ساعات تخلي الصبر يحلى في النفوس 
معرفش ليه مستخسرين الكلمة فيّا 

My weakness...
I feel sorry for it...
And because it's so precious to me...
I keep away of everybody I know... 
Because I am afraid that my weakness would scare them off!

And I want to stay that way until I calm down again... 
Until I am stronger... 
Until I am able to confront others!
I can not confront people...
With eyes that looks like it's happy for what's happening to me!

"People are there for each other" is a phrase that came to expiration... 
It had it's own time and it came to an end... 
Is it possible now for anyone to say "can anyone feel how I feel?" 

It's better if I live by my self... 
I will suffer a bit, but it's better than losing my pride... 
Or someone would feel sorry for me... 
Then might treat me tenderly!

Hey people... 
Sometimes one word would give a person enough strength to be more patient...
Sometimes it could make a difference...
Sometimes it could make patience sweeter and more bearable for suffering souls...
I am not sure why are you holding such a word back off me?

The crown on your head

I actually thought that this is the most humiliating Arabic song I ever heard then I changed my mind, and it seems that they actually made an effort in the lyric video...Very well done The Factory, Aline Ashraf, Mohammed Hesham and Heba ElKest!

Not even going to mention the poet, composer, arranger and Sherine because they all did amazing or I wouldn't make an effort to post about it.

إسم الأغنية: تاج راسك
غناء: شيرين
كلمات : امير طعيمه
ألحان : خالد عز
توزيع : حسن الشافعي

Song name: "Tag Rasak" (The crown on your head)
Singer: Sherine
Lyrics: Amir Teima
Composer: Khaled Ezz
Mix by: Hassan El Shafei
Genre: Egyptian pop music

أكون خاتم في صباعك
وتعمل فيا ما بدالك
تجيني وقت ما تجيني
تسيبني لما يحلالك

ولو راحتك مع دموعي
عيوني تبكي وتزيدك
وأسيب عمري وأيامي
رهن إشارة من إيدك

أجل كل أحلامي
عشان توصل لأحلامك
تكون الآمر الناهي
لازم أمشي ورا كلامك

ولما تخوني أعديها
وأقول سامحي عشان بيتك
وأصدق لما بتقولي...
أنا من قلبي حبيتك

وأدوس على قلبي وكرامتي...
عشان إنت تكون راضي
ولما تقل من قيمتي...
مركزشي وأقول عادي

حاجات وهمية ومريضة
بتتمناها في خيالك
ومش ممكن في يوم تحصل
وبيصدقها إحساسك

وقبل أما أمشي فيه كلمة أخيرة
عايزة أقولهالك
أنا مش جارية ولا عبدة
أنا ستك وتاج راسك

I will be a ring around your finger
You can do whatever you want to me
You can come to me anytime you like
And leave whenever you wish

If my tears will make you happy...
I'll cry even more so you can get happier
ِAnd I'll leave my life and days behind
With a gesture of your hand

I'll postpone all my dreams
So you can achieve yours
You'll get to demand and stop anything
And I am forced to do whatever you say

And when you cheat on me...
I'll let it go
And I'll tell myself to forgive so I don't wreck your own home
And I'll believe you when you say that you love me from the bottom of your heart

And I'll step on my heart and my pride for you to be satisfied
And when you humiliate me I'll just ignore it and move on

Those are all sick things and illusions
That you wish for in your imagination
And it is impossible for all of them to happen
Even if you still believe that it would

And before I walk away there is one more last word...
I wanted to say to you

I am not a odalisque or a slave...
I am your queen and the crown on your head!

Sick for Attention

Music is very Elissa style, I like that she is singing more powering songs instead of "I love you all the way" only, the way she used to.

The lyric video is nicely made, I would've expected more from Rotana though.

إسم الأغنية: مريضة اهتمام
غناء: اليسا
كلمات : علي المولى
ألحان : رامي الشافعي
توزيع : كميل خوري

Song name: "Maridhit Ehtimam" (Sick for attention)
Singer: Elissa
Lyrics: Ali AlMawla
Composer: Rami AlShafei
Mix by: Kameel Khouri
Genre: Lebanese Classic

ممنوع تهملني...
لازم حسك عطول عم بتحبني...
ما بيرضيني الحب العادي...
عطول بدي حس زيادة...
قد ما اخد بدي أكتر...
و معي رح تتعب!

انا مريضة اهتمام ما بدي اشفى!
انا يلي احساسا نقطة ضعفا!
خلاصة الكلام...
مريضة اهتمام!

الناس بيملوا...
صدقني كرمال هيك كلن بيفلوا!
و اذا انت معود تزهق
و بس هالقد بتعرف تعشق
بفضل كفي عمري لوحدي...
و اخر همي!

You are not allowed to neglect me...
I should always feel...
That you are loving me!
I can not be satisfied with ordinary love...
I always want to feel so much more...
No matter how much I take I want more...
And you will get tired of me!

I am sick for attention!
I never want to be cured!
My feelings are...
My weakness!
In conclusion...
I am sick for attention!

People get bored...
Believe me that's the reason why...
They all leave!
And if you are used to getting bored...
And you can only love in this capacity...
Then I'd rather live my life alone...
And it would be the least of my worries!

18 November 2018

Joy is back...

It's strange how listening to a certain song would take you to places where you used to hear that specific song, the song is about feelings that any human can have.

I love the emotions of the poet Siham Chacha (a female poet) and Assala's way to deliver it despite the fact the lyrics are supposed to be uplifting it's emotional.

إسم الأغنية: رجع الفرح
غناء: اصالة
كلمات : سهام الشعشاع
ألحان : خالدي البكري
توزيع : خالد عز

Song name: "Rejea El Farah" (Joy is back)
Singer: Assala
Lyrics: Siham Chacha (Siham Al Sheshaa)
Composer: Khaled AlBakri
Mix by: Osama Al Hindi
Genre: Lebanese Tarab

رجع الفرح عا باب بيتى دق...
هلاْ خلص ما عاد قلو لأ...
صليت ياما كتير تالاقيك...
قلبى انتصر و الحب حن و رق...
ما عاد عندى للحزن مطرح... 
جايه ع بالى اضحك و افرح 
يا ريت فيي غافل الايام... 
و ع ظهر غيمة بالفضا اسبح!

عيونى خلص ما ظل فيها دموع...
كل شى مضى مالو بحياتى رجوع...
قديش عض القلب ع جروحه... 
تاما حدا يعرف اذا موجوع...

ياما سواد الليل غطانى... 
طبطب علي بعز احزانى 
هلا ما بدى غير نتفة ضو... 
امحي فيون ايا حزن تانى! 

The joy is back knocking on my house's door...
It's over now...
I will not say no to it... 
I prayed so much to find it...
My heart won and the love tendered and treated me gently! 

There is no place for sorrow anymore...
I want to laugh and be happy! 
I wish that i can run away of the days (destiny)... 
And on a back of a cloud, I swim into space! 

My eyes ran out of tears...
Everything that past have no place left for it in my life anymore! 
How many times did the heart bit on it's own wounds... 
So no one could tell that it's in pain!

For so long the night cover me with it's blackness... 
Petting on my shoulder trying to calm me down during my sadness... 
And now I only want a little spark of light... 
To erase the remains of any sadness left!

19 October 2018

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...

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

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23 July 2018

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 
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

07 March 2018

أنغام - يوجعونك: عندما غنت أنغام للقلب

This song is about envious people who wishes you bad while you did nothing except good for them, the lyrics makes me sort of jealous of the way how the poet was able to express her feelings in such a beautiful way

إسم الأغنية: يوجعونك
غناء: انغام
كلمات : رازان
ألحان : ياسر بو علي
توزيع : خالد عز

Song name: "Yoje'onik" (They hurt you)
Singer: Angham
Lyrics: Razan
Composer: Yassir Abo Ali
Mix by: Khalid Ezz
Genre: Gulf Music

‏يوجعونك كثر ماتطري عليهم
‏قاصدين الجرح ويدينك عرايا
قد ماقدمت خيرك ترتجيهم
‏قد ماذلوك قدام البرايا

‏تدعي بسرك عسى الله يهديهم
‏تسكت وتصبر يدينون النوايا
‏قلت لك ياقلب ماجالك يجيهم
‏لا تألم تنطوي بين الزوايا

‏أدري ابصدمتك وادري تحتريهم
‏تختلق الأعذار وتخلي الوصايا
‏وانت اعلم مني إن فيهم وفيهم
‏ودهم يرمونك بحوض المنايا

‏‏عيش هالدنيا ولا تبقى بيديهم
‏طيش في غيك ولا تخشى الخبايا
‏إسمع إحساسي حذارِ تلتقيهم
‏عدهم ذنبك وياكثر الخطايا

‏ They hurt you as much as they thought about you...
They are trying to wound you despite the fact that you have "bare hands" (peaceful and never harmed anyone)...
As much as you did good to them...
As much as they humiliated you in front of everybody!

You secretly pray may they be guided again...
You remain calm and be patient waiting for them to condemn their intentions...
I told you my dear heart, what happened to you, one day will happen to them...
Don't be in pain and go hide in a corner!

I know that you are shocked and I know that you are waiting for them...
You keep making excuses for them while neglecting my advice...
And you know better than me that they have lots of issues...
They wish to throw you in a the "pool of death" (grave)!

Live this life freely and don't be "between their hands" (don't give them control over you)
Go as extreme as you can with life and don't be afraid of the unknown
Listen to my feelings and be aware of meeting them
Consider them a sin and "how many sins you have"? (it will not be your only sin)

05 March 2018

To Latifa & Fadi Haddad

مصح و أدوية و نميمة نسوان على قعدة قهوة و دمج حضارات و طلعت من الشرنقة الفراشة فريش بطريقة استعراضية راقية بدل ما تكون دراما كعادة العرب الأزلية...هالكلام مو عشان لوقو لاتيسول اللي انا مصممه اول مرة ينزل على كليب للطيفة بس الحق ينقال... كل شي من الألوان و الكونتراست و المونتاج و الكوريوغرافي اللي حركة الكل فيه بالضبط بالتزامن مع بعض (شي نادر جدا عربيا)...كل التفاصيل حتى حركة الكعب و الايد في التتر بالنهاية شي راقي... من زمان ما شفت "عمل عربي" أبهرني بالفترة الاخيرة كلهم صاروا مثل بعض...و مع اني ما كنت احب الأغنية نفسها لاني احب ان الكلام يكون شِّعري في الاغاني العربية و هذا السبب اني ما احب اسمع اغاني اجنبية...بس مبروك لطيفة و فادي حداد و كل اللي اشتغلوا في هالعمل...رجعتوا لي الامل في ان لي اليوم في ابداع عربي مو كله #سلق_بيض !!!

12 January 2018

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.


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.


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.


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...

15 October 2017

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 NetherlandsCourtyard 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.

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P.S. This is not a smiley face, it's "Ta'a" the Arabic "T" in a yellow circle