Sun
30
Nov '08
These tiles looked simply delicious.
http://fadwas-inspirational.blogspot.com/2008/11/strawberry-tiles-forever.html
Mon
24
Nov '08
My husband made a special effort to take photos with a creative perspective just so that I could post them on my blogs. I hope you like this serene scene from China:
http://fadwas-inspirational.blogspot.com/2008/11/china-through-his-eyes.html
Mon
17
Nov '08
“Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinion of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.”
- Katherine Mansfield -
Sun
16
Nov '08
Sat
15
Nov '08
The lovely bird of paradise: http://fadwas-inspirational.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreaming-and-waiting.html
Wed
12
Nov '08
The
They all sat with transparent cylinders between their lips – a little implement which the waiter called a “mabsam” but which is nothing more than a simple plastic tube a couple of inches long, as opposed to the “mabsam” my grandfather often spoke of using in his prime, which was made of wood and embellished with mother of pearl, or elaborately engraved and decorated.They sat playing their water instruments like musicians in an orchestra. Floating amongst them was the delicious aroma of the Bahraini honeyed-apple tobacco. Ahmed was the center of the attraction, alternately expelling smoke from his nose and words from his mouth. Apparently he had only just returned, and not without great difficulty.The men did not ask him about his family, as women would have. Perhaps because Ahmed did not mention his family his friends assumed them to be fine or at least still in the world of the living. And no one asked him about his house, on the building and furnishing of which he had spent much of his monthly salary for the past seven years; for if his house had been demolished or exploded what could be done about that now? Rather, the long monologue was more of a detailed, descriptive account of the very bad treatment Ahmed had faced when crossing the borders to
We simply remained as usual. And, as usual, we practised our habit of further reducing the time we needed to get accustomed to new negativities, until they, too, become new norms that sat amongst us, sharing with us this rot of an inheritance to which we have become accustomed.
Fadwa
(one of my Arabic short stories which I translated into English)
Mon
10
Nov '08
“When I hear somebody sigh, ‘Life is hard,’
I am always tempted to ask, ‘Compared to what?’”
Sat
8
Nov '08
I am still learning how to use my camera – after all this time. But I am enjoying the results anyway!
http://fadwas-inspirational.blogspot.com/2008/11/layers-of-strength.html
Fri
7
Nov '08
In Search of Fatima
Ghada Karmi
Autobiography
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. One on hand it provided me with so much background information which I was lacking about the history of
Book reviews:
The Independent Books
There’s lots more reviews, this is just a selection.To read one of my own stories about feelings of alienation, click Arabic or English translation. I got In Search of Fatima from
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Sometimes life feels so final, and sometimes it feels like life is just escaping my grasp.
Come inside: http://fadwas-inspirational.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-inside.html
Thu
6
Nov '08
What defines my identity?
My nationality?
My religion?
What I do for work?
What I write?
My gender?
My social position?
My financial status?
My looks?
What I say?
What I do?
My smiles?
Who I smile to?
My mistakes?
Mon
3
Nov '08
Liberty is being free from the things we don’t like
in order to be slaves of the things we do like.
Sat
1
Nov '08
Sometimes it’s words that take over, other times its photos.
Right now, my tongue is tied and my pen is traumatised.
http://fadwas-inspirational.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kind-of-stains.html
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