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For Mother’s day

Mothers day is coming up, it’s march twenty first

I beg of you do not forget my flower and my gift

promise me you won’t forget my kiss and my hug

my “I love you momie dearest, you are my pride

you are my strength, my power and my fist

without you my soul would go lost and adrift

i am more meaningless than the stupidest bug

unless you stand beside and call me my bride”

I would hug you with all my heart, my soul and my being

make sure my arms would hold on tight to my two human being

the two humans i have given birth to and grown into children 

 of whom I shall never let go and never get tired of the burden

i shall never let go and i shall always protect, love and cherish

these two beings that call me momie until the day I perish

Do not forget Mothers day my beautiful kids, I beg of thee

So I know that this journey was well deserved and all so worthy

 

 

Stupid Ex-Husband

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I love how therapeutical blogging is becoming to me. I have always loved writing, and maybe someday I will have my own book, but this blog is helping me vent my anger in a civilized way.

When do I get full freedom from my ex-husband? Is he always gonna be around? I have two kids with him. is he always gonna be present? Is crime still illegal? I need to check… The fucking ass of a bitch of a bird minded man is threatening to change my kids’ school cause he cannot afford it anymore. PLEASE keep in mind that the loser fuck just came from a 21 days vacation trip with his girlfriend to the US. Why do men feel like the kids belong to the mom. We are Lebanese, the mom can never give her identity to the children. I wish I could cause I definitely would. 

To all the inconsiderate, rude, idiot, cruel, evil, weak, stupid, meaningless, loser, workless ex HUSBANDZEZ out there, we are your kids’ moms you fuckheads, we raise, feed, clothe, tutor, drive to activities, culture and nurture them. We spend all our energy, youth, beauty, passion, dreams and money on them so they grow up to be good beings and stable adults and treat the girls properly and decently. The only thing that you, braindead as a pebble, must do is pay for their education. So instead of going out every night, buying clothes, shoes, a new car, the latest phone, and definitely instead of taking your even stupider GF on a trip, keep my kids in a proper school. Where does it end? How can such a father get the heroic image? My kids love their dad. He is their hero in every sense. When will it be the right time to tell them what a loser he is? is it ever? should i protect his secret from the beings i cherish the most so they keep that hero idea of him? will they ever come around? and let me know they appreciate the sacrifice i did? will they ever see that sacrifice? When do we take our deserved statuses in the kids’ eyes? I want them to see, to realize, to appreciate, to learn and definitely not to redo the same mistakes nor make the same choices. 

I am very very angry…

My dad and technology, a beautiful love story

My dad is 68 years old. He is an ex general and a lawyer. So growing up with him (and under his rule) wasn’t always easy.

He never did trust technology. Technology was that thing that used to be in a box, emitting black and white animated images, became a flat screen and the images turned colorful.

Until very very recently, like Christmas 2013, my dad had the Motorola mobile phone. yes, the motorola mobile phone.  Until my bro got him the new Samsung 4. Remind you, he is retired, 68 and my mom’s life long only partner. I am sure you all have a sample at home. My mom got herself the biggest gift she could ever get, an occupation, when she turned 55. No news, my dad retired and came back home. It was either that catering company idea or life in prison. I am almost sure they would have killed each other.

and so TECHNOLOGY AVAILS to my father. He is asking a million question per day. He is asking the same question a million time over and over again. I don’t get it. is our generation born technologically adapted? why is it so easy to handle it, understand it, operate it? why is it so hard for him to simply flip through the Samsung pages? he presses so hard EVERY F… TIME that the page goes into the edit mode. Dad, just slide it, one finger, gently, smoothly. and it just doesn’t happen. It doesn’t happen. 

We take technology so much for granted now that we expect every being to handle it as fast as we do. Every time we sit together he has a list with all these questions that never seem to end. It is never a wrap for any subject. It is crazy. and then you see every sibling of mine starting by being gentle and balanced and trying to teach him stuff, and ending up screaming and shouting and cursing the fucking second my dad got an android phone. The guy used to teach math as a part time recruit in the military school. So the brain is definitely there and very operational. We added Dad to the family group chat on whatsapp. Oh my freaking lord. he hammers us with a thousand message in a day. It feels like teenage years again. We have to say Good morning and Good night every day, he checks on our kids 3 times a day, he keeps us well informed and tells us of any breaking news. He is having a blast there and i love it. The best moment of the day is his morning message: “BONJOUR SHABEIB”. 

I love you pap and I love how technologically impaired you are. I am sure you will get the hang of it. You got the hang of every aspect of our lives…