A Mirror; But of a Unique Kind
He is a man who gave her a cup of coffee which another man promised her of.
He is a man who fixed the mistakes committed by another man.
He is a man who cured the scars caused by another man.
He is a man of his word and a decision maker, when the other man was unable to bear the consequences of his own actions.
Save your career path, not their revenue and profits!
Dear She,
To get a good job opportunity, you need to use Fair and Lovely to make your complexion lighter and brighter.
To receive a proposal for marriage, you need to use Pond’s since it will both make your face fair and bright, and will remove acne scars as well.
So what?
The lighter the woman’s complexion, the better job opportunities she has?
The clearer the woman’s face, the more marriage proposals she receives?
Side Note: the acne scars she had in the beginning of the commercial were not that severe!
I just keep wondering every time I see such commercials: why aren’t women rights associations doing anything regarding such degrading commercials?!
Some love is just greater than being locked in a marital context.
Such love should not be killed when a couple separates and do not end up getting married and forming a family.
This love is way too good to be wasted when people engaged in it are forced to walk in two different paths.
People might argue about destiny, and that the couple was not meant to be for each other. Yet; if they were meant to change each other’s lives, then they should at least maintain that positive effect, enhance it, and never overlook the deep impact craved in each other’s mentality, character, spirit and heart.
Lately, I have become a living evidence of the saying “the more you know the more you forget” 
I have terminology loss issues: I still remember the concepts but can’t recall the specific term used to describe the concept.
Few days ago, I was talking to a colleague about reverse engineering and embarrassed myself with several terms that have similar words, but failed to remember the precise term 
It seems information is so crammed in my head that I focus only in one point and can’t direct my attention somewhere else.
Not only that, but a week ago my cell phone flew from the dining table to the floor when I wasn’t in the room. It slid all the way because of the vibrations when my friend called me twice and better than that I didn’t even notice that I put the phone so close to the edge of the table 
I’m afraid this is the “beyond distraction” phase
Restructuring during the end of the growth phase, to prepare for a decent maturity phase.
Once you solve your problem and look back at somebody who’s still stuck at this same type of problem, never start thinking: “they’re taking things too personal, they’re sensitive, or they get mad at other people easily” just to prove this somebody is exaggerating with their reactions. Either you leave this somebody alone to solve their problems and give up the notion that you know better, or you just admit that you don’t care since you have already solved your own problem 
He is the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me
To show solidarity with attacks on Al-Aqsa Mosque, some people tend to put a black ribbon on their blogs/sites with the slogan “For the sake of Al-Aqsa”, in Arabic “لأجل الأقصى”.
Take a close up at one of those ribbons and you’ll notice two things:
First of all, the ribbon has the picture of the Dome of the Rock and NOT Al-Aqsa Mosque.
Second, black ribbons are put on a person’s photo after he/she dies, to reflect grief for losing this person. In fact, by putting this black ribbon we have spread the existent misconception about Al-Aqsa Mosque, as most people mix between it and think it is the Dome of the Rock. In addition, we have voluntarily executed Al-Aqsa Mosque.
Shame on us!
Side Note: I am not judging the black ribbon habit in here.
As the two ladies were dressed in a buzzard fashion, the street got crowded and some other people were staring from upstairs. I guess it was an unexpected view for some professional people in a presumably classy neighborhood.
When I came back from the store, the girls in the office started interrogating me about the stranger ladies in the street and what were they wearing exactly. They made fun of me for not looking and knowing what the strangers were wearing in details!
It didn’t make me feel stupid, but as the girls in the office sounded jealous because all guys were staring at those ladies, I was thinking in the back of my head:
What kind of respect and self-confidence do those girls have for themselves? I mean, I would say allahoma 3afena wala tabtaleena about those girls and not get intimidated or jealous from ho….. dressing cheaply and degrading themselves to make a living!
They should learn how to be more patient, Allah rewards people for their patience.
A lady might spend her lifetime wishing to be a man’s princess and ends up being called “queen”
