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...

Loss..

Dear shinazi,

When you left.. I was strong.. I knew I would be okay… I knew that this is life.. People come and people go.. I knew I was going to be okay.. I was positive I was going to be okay… I was okay… But now… more than a year later … I realized that it was so easy to be amazing when you were around… It was so easy to be a good student, a good friend, a good sister, a good daughter… But now… I realized that the real test is being all that without you around… That was the test… I failed the test… I failed you… I don’t recognize myself.. I don’t remember my old self.. And I don’t want to do anything about anything… Having an amazing family and friends can’t cover up the fact that I’m a big disappointment.. You used to always tell me how proud you were of me… I don’t think you would feel that way now… I hate how much I miss you! No one understands! I feel like a kid and no one understands! Khalas ya3ne I’m supposed to be over it! I try my best to just be normal but I’m not normal.. There are many things I never told you! I never told you that ur phone calls used to make my day.. I never told you how much your love kept me out of trouble… I never told you that I never needed anyone else.. I never told you that I still watch “the Rock” and remember how u never got to watch the whole movie.. We used to always make fun of you! Or about “Rain Man”, when we had the scene mal Dustin Hoffman and Tom cruise bel phone booth! Athkerrrr laiman u CRIED mn el the7ek! I never told you how much you made me laugh when you used to wake us up mn el nom by doing that crazy massage of yours eli chenna earthquake.. I never told you how much i loved that old 90s nike training suit even though kent a3ayebb 3alaik wayedd.. I never told you that when kent you hold my hand while netmasha in London… how safe that made me feel.. Even though I was nineteen… how my friends used to make fun of me… When I used to watch romantic movies and say, “abiii a7ad e7ebni..” You would come and open ur arms and say, “ana a7ebech..” I used to say, “mabeek t7ebni”… I never told you that it was enough.. Your love was enough… Its all I ever needed… I never told you how you meant the whole world to me.. I’m screwed up bedonek baba! Madre shasawi.. Yubba u always had the answers yubba madre shasawi! Yubba ana thay3a.. ana ta3bana bedonek I need you to be here.. Yubba abe akalmek.. I need you to tuck me in bed.. … Everyone is taking care of me bss yubba they can’t replace you! Wainek! I wanna see you! Just one more time.. They took you away… I didn’t even say good bye.. All I wanted to do is hug you just one more time,… Just tell you ennaa You were enough… I never needed anything else.. You were enough… you were my hero.. you were and always will be the number one man in my life… You raised me and taught me how to be me… I was good.. I was great.. I used to see the pride in your eyes when you saw me… I’m sorry that I’m nothing without you… I’m sorry I failed you…

Thank you..

Dreams…

Dreams are not true… You sleep, enter a new world and leave reality behind. Its beautiful though… You enter a world of fairytales, miracles, and endless possibilities… Such things that do not particularly pertain to the real world… Its magical when you meet someone, a friend, family, soul mate, that make your dreams a reality… a Dream… a phenomenal unearthly journey to a land of mystical mysteries…

A dream however should not be mistaken with illusions… when you give a person a false impression, you’re creating an illusion. Its deception…. Its not a dream… it’s a lie! And that’s what you did… Even though you never lied… Knowing you was a lie…

I Miss You

9arli modda 7addi mako motivation eni akteb something interesting.. bss seriously , i really miss my friend Sara, who is currently enjoying her summer course eb UCLA! living the dream... living THE dream... with her hot prof. eli yogaf 3al desk oo eqaled certain hot statues mo lazem enyeeb 6areehumm... andddd she bbm'd me a pic of reese witherspoon ams kanat jedamha bel cafe.. while i was here enjoying the rainbow of colorful shades of yellow ghbaaar... I Miss you saro... i wish i was with u guys!! Love u sis;*

I NEED YOUR HELP

Hi all.. So i'm trying to write a story.. An actual story.. And I'm giving you all a sneak peek... I really really really need a lot of comments to know if it grabs ur attention. please.. THANK YOU SO MUCH;****

Ps. Tara its a comedy.. adre hard to believe by the events ur going to read now.. bss this is the first scene...

Sneak Peek:

She was standing still, shivering... Though the mansion was freezing, it wasn't nearly as cold as his eyes. After moments of silence, he spoke.

“I pity you. And I also feel somewhat sad. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not sad because I feel something for you. I’m sad because I feel sorry for throwing you out of my house. So here’s twenty KD. I’ll also be generous enough to give you half an hour. When I get back, I don’t want to see you here. Oh, and remember, you leave, my children stay. Do you understand?”

Surprisingly, his question, “do you understand” was very suitable considering the situation Jude was in. Jude understood many things, however at that moment, she did not fathom anything Adam was saying. She didn’t even know what to ask. She didn’t know what was going on. He threw the twenty KD at her and walked away.

“Adam.” She called.

“Jude. Have you no self esteem? Hahahah. I know I know. Self esteem? You? What a joke. Honey, get out with some dignity. Go on.” He said.

“Get out where? Why? I don’t understand! I didn’t do anything wrong! I can’t leave my children! I won’t leave my children.” She cried hysterically!

“Oh really? And what are you going to tell the judge when you fight me? Don’t forget what you are. Now get out!” He yelled. The echoes of his voice scared his daughter, who followed his voice to the dining room.

“Mom, Dad! What’s going on? Why are you fighting? Mom, why are you crying?” Asked their twelve year-old daughter.

“Get out Sara!” yelled Adam.

“No! I won’t! Why are you making mom cry?” She demanded.

“I see our lovely daughter gets her bad traits from your side of the family. While we’re on that subject, how about we tell her about your family roots, Jude.” Said Adam, cunningly.

“Sara, go upstairs. Now!” Jude Demanded. She couldn't let her children know about her roots. Sara was shocked.. She stared but knew better than to further defy her father. She went to her room.

“Now, may you leave?” Asked Adam. Jude looked the man she married thirteen years ago in the eye.

“I will take my children.” She stated.

Adam grabbed her by her neck and shoved her into the wall. He beat her while she was screaming and kicking for help. She tried to fight and kick back but her petite frame did not support her struggle. The more she tried, the more he beat her. She lay helpless on the floor. Then he pulled her to the door and picked her up. He did not show any mercy. By that time, Jude was unconscious. He drove her away from his house and woke her up. He wanted her to see what he was going to do. He wanted her to remember this moment. He wanted her to be forever scarred.

“Get up.” He said as he nudged her.

“Where am I?” She cried. It was one of those rare rainy nights. She didn’t recognize the city, the houses, anything. Adam got out of the car, opened her door and got her out of the car. When she tried to resist his attempts, he grabbed her hair and pulled her out of the car. She fell and by the time she tried to force her bruised body to get up, Adam and his car were long gone.