A boy...

This is a story about a "boy" ...

Anyone who saw this boy from a distance, would see a regular, indistinctive, normal boy...

He loved sports. He wasn't tall so he had to work much harder than the rest of the kids... He loved to compete... Even if he started out being the last, he wouldn't stop trying until he was the best. As a teenager, he won many medals especially in swimming and diving competitions. Even though his swimming talents were remarkable, this boy had another dream. He wanted to be a coach, much like the coach that guided him and served as his utmost symbol of respect.

One day, while the boy was driving back home from college, he got distracted. And don't we all? If not preoccupied by our phones, or radios, or some story being told... His distraction however, changed his life... The boy crashed into a truck.. Luckily no one was severely injured.. He felt his knee sore and figured it was from the crash... so he went to get it checked out.

The eighteen yearold boy entered the hospital that day, with the hopes that it was nothing.. but, he left the hospital with a diagnosis of osteosarcoma, cancer that starts at the knee..

Back then, his only chance of survival was to amputate his right leg several inches above his knee.

That changed his life. It changed everything. One might think a person in that position would be exempt from life, for he had no choices to make. His cards were dealt. His dreams were broken. He could never be the man he aspired to become. However, contrary to many's beliefs, the boy created two options...

He could accept his slow demise...

Or fight till the last breath...

He chose to fight, to beat it. He knew it was going to be hard... He knew it was going to kill his energy, might, strength... But he was going to try again... Even if he failed, he was going to try again, and again, and again, and again...

My readers might think he was only trying that hard to ensure his own survival from the battle with cancer.. However that boy's aspirations were much wider... He literally wanted to BEAT cancer... He wanted a miracle... He wanted HOPE...

After training as an amputee, this young boy made a CHOICE... He decided to run accross his whole country... and raise one dollar from every citizen, for cancer research... It was just a dream... It was out of reach...

Considering the circumstances of his amputated leg and fatal heart problem, it was IMPOSSIBLE...

People told him, "You can't do it."
Just like they said, "You can't Cure CANCER."


But the boy wanted exactly that... to make the impossible, not only possible, but beautifully within reach....

On April 20, 1980, the boy started the marathon and completed 3,339 miles...

"...everybody seems to have given up hope of trying. I haven't. It isn't easy and it isn't supposed to be, but I'm accomplishing something. How many people give up a lot to do something good. I'm sure we would have found a cure for cancer 20 years ago if we had really tried."

On September 1st, the boy was forced to stop because his cancer had spread to his lungs... He had to leave for treatment...Eight days after he had to leave, the Marathon of Hope kept going and raised 24.17 million dollars for Cancer research...
The boy achieved his goal of raising one dollar from every citizen of his country...

One month before he turned 23, the boy passed away... Only immortal as a national hero in his country... and many other countries...

The boy, as we all know him, is Terry Fox...






A young boy, with an illness that weakens every inch of the body, had that much drive to give HOPE.... To do good, for the sake of goodness... The motivation and drive that he had are beyond the capacity of anyone I know.... What happened to us? What happened to Kuwait? What happened to Arabs? What happened to Muslims?

Is this why our religion is superior to the alternatives...? Is this what we are proud of?

A parliment guided by 50 men in which the young generation can't choose five from which whom they trust....
A society fal7a eb bss menu flan oo 3elan oo laish a9elna a7san oo laish a9elhum madre shsalfeta..
Nass so consumed in criticizing other mathahebb that they actually forget to abide by their own beliefs...
Zyadat malls oo malls oo malls oo malls, oo me7tareen mn dbai cuz nabi more malls....

Lets stop blaming those who have the power to Change our country...

If we're SICK of what's happening why not learn from the "TERRY's" of the world and TAKE the power!

Lets change the world... By starting here... eb ourselves, our families, our country...

Rmethan is due to arrive in a couple of days... Lets promise to do good things... Ghair el qur2an... Ghair e9alaat... Those are a given... Lets do more!



Please share ur thoughts on how we can make a difference;*

I have a problem :( Help me...

I'm writing this because i have reached a point in which i am really desperate for your help.. PLEASE help me i'm not joking its a real problem!

ana Garga..

Actually garga is a BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG understatement...

WAYED!

WAYEDDDD GARGA!!

I can speak and speak and speak.. and mo lazem eli jedami 7attan nods.. I just keep on going and going and going and going...

Shasawi... shlon agol ---> Zebdat esalfa.... As opposed to every single DETAIL!

please take this seriously...

Thank u;*

August 25;*

Once upon a time, a time so long ago... a time prosperous with the existence of magical fairytales.. there lived a prince... He had everything the naked eye could possibly see; wealth, unlimited power, and unfortunately, every cruel trait accompanying both..

One cold night, when the sky was faint and the earth was fogged... A knock echoed against the walls of the monumental palace.. The prince saw before him an old lady, who begged him to buy but a simple rose.. He smirked and she realized at once, the ghostly night wasn't nearly as sinister as the man standing upon her...

The prince pushed her away ... banishing her from stepping foot on his grounds ever again... The old lady instantly transformed, assuming the form of a breathtaking young fairy... The mere terror drove the prince into hysteria... He fell on his knees begging for mercy...

Be as it may, she desired nothing more than to feed him a hint of his own venomous medicine.. She turned his palace into a gloomy castle, the angel statues into fierce gargoyles, his servants into furnishings... and him...

She turned HIM into a monster..

He wept at her feet, pleading for compassion... But her compassion granted him only one precious thing... The rose.. accompanied by an ultimatum... If he didn't find love before the last petal of the rose falls... He will remain a monster for eternity...

Is it possible... Can it ever be?

Can an eye ever possibly see the BEAUTY in a BEAST.... ?

To bb or not to bb...

The following scenario is real... reported by a Kuwaiti Tenth grader..

Setting: School, Recess (aka. break)...

Everyone is enjoying their lunch break... You can see all the groups of kids chatting, playing some sport, eating, rushing to complete their late homework... or as we all can guess, checking out their blackberries...

Suddenly, most of them get a msg...

"Flana leflani tara feeha chethi oo chethi... oo elyom betsawii chethi oo tara ehya eli thak elyom kanat mwa3daa after school... xoxo gossip girl.."

The msg reaches the students and all of them stare at the gossip girl victim of the day...

Hilarious!

Mo 9ejj... I still can't get over hal salfa walla its a joke! 6ab3an I need not tell you how the students took care of gossip girl when her identity was exposed... It was NOT pretty.

What happened to childhood? Seriously? I look at fifteen year old girls going to school... Its like they wash up and change their clothes, wear six of the latest cartier bracelets on one wrist and another two hermes bracelets on their other wrist... throw on a pair of van cleef earrings... ballerinas... carry a God knows what side bag... then off to school they go..

I remember a simpler time, when puma shoes and Jansport backbacks were the "7addi a9lan mta3ba nafsi oo kaashkhaa" attire! I still remember the pair of orange puma's my friends and I got together. We thought that looked hot. Now when i look back, i realize how loser-esque we were... But isn't that part of childhood? Having fun, doing simple things to build bonds with your new/old friends...

I don't think its acceptable when teenage girls try to reenact TV shows imagining they're part of a high school in the upper east side, NY... Since when do 14 year old girls wear the same clothes and attitude as 28 year olds.. Tara kelshay 7elo eb stages even if its with something as minor as clothes...

On one hand though, its only natural that children want to imitate sophisticated grown ups... But its the grown up's JOB to allow children their right to childhood..

They have the rest of their lives to enjoy the limited amenities of adulthood..

She makes the world a better place...

The weather is beyond hot... Its almost too hot to function... I get up though, to go to my "auditing" lecture. Luckily, the professor isn't boring so its not that bad. Also, its fine when i'm inside a building, opposed to being outdoors, without a beach nearby. Its 11:40 am so I head to where my friends and i normally meet during our breaks. We chat, laugh, complain, gossip, and occasionally make a fool of ourselves, forgetting that one of the professors' offices is right outside our hangout. I get in the car when my "educational" day is over and head home. The music on the radio makes me think about my life....

What I want...
What I dream of...
What I missed...
What I regret...
What I think I can't get...
What my life would've been...
What I love...
What I still remember...
What I lost...
What I gained...

I finally reach home and agonize over the fact that i'm gonna get out of the car and face the burning sun, even though just for thirty seconds...

AS I head to the front door... I change my direction and head to the backdoor to go to my brother's apartment.. Its too early so my brother and sister in law are not home from work yet... I open the door... and there she is...

The joy of our house... my beautiful niece...

She was preoccupied with her baby walker but the instant I appeared, the smile that grew on her face was mesmerizing... I pick her up and put her on my lap and we watch barney... She gets too excited when barney is on and starts to clap and make noises, thinking she's talking to him... She's so adorable that I fear I can kiss her to death... Five minutes later she gets agitated so i place my finger on her chin... She tries to bite it.. so I tell the nanny to prepare her milk because she's hungry... I feed her... she looks me straight in the eyes while she's drinking and falling asleep in my arms... My heart beats faster, for the most beautiful thing is sleeping in my arms... I then find myself promising her...

I will never let anyone hurt you...
I will will teach you and show you everything...
I will love you no matter who you become...
I will love you no matter who you will fall in love with...
I will love you no matter how many mistakes you make...

Baby juju then holds my pinky finger... and for that minute... that beautiful minute.... The world is a better place...