Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The transitional government: game over!!

I want to say a few words about what's happening in Tunisia nowadays. To be honest, I never expected this to happen. It has seemed to me, over the years, that people would never stand up for their rights. The thing is that Ben Ali's regime has done everything to keep the Tunisian people silent. People in all walks of life did not dare to speak out, did not dare to complain about what has been happening, didn't dare to question the staus quo. 

What happened is completely unexpected. The spell of fear is broken. Now people can say NO; not because the new transitional govenment is for freedom of speech or  is a proponent of human rights, but because Tunisians no longer fear the corrupt regime. What is clear is that the transitional government is trying to sell itself as the defender of democracy and human rights. Still, it does not want to listen to the voice of the vast majority of the people who made themselves clear: OUT, GAME OVER, NON C NON, etc. These are some of the mottos chanted by the demonstartors. Yet, the transitional government is turning a deaf ear to all this. 

The thing is that Tunisians do not trust a transitional government simply because most of the ministers in this government used to be supporters of Ben Ali's regime. Tunisians think that the womb the baby floats in is infected beyond repair. My point is that how could Tunisians trust a government the majority of its ministers have shamelessly been supporting a corrupt regime. At least six ministers of this transitional governments did not have the slightest qualms about people being jailed for not supporting Ben Ali, about jobs given to those who were abler to pay, for the educational system which now sweeps the floor, so to speak. How could they believe that those who were once supporters of a corrupt regime will now take it upon themselves and build a new Tunisia? 

For this country to stand on its feet, there is a need to oust all those ministers who have been branding those young voices who took to the streets in defence of their rights for jobs, for free speech, and for justice as terrorists. These ministers have never listened to the people. They have turned a blind eye to their misery, to joblessness, to corruption, to injustice, and to whatever made life unfortunate for Tunisians. To add insult to injury, these ministers, and many others, have swept away under the carpet all the blemishes of Beni Ali's regime and never showed a real interest in putting things to right. Now these ministers are asked to go home and leave the people choose a government which has the courage to fix what went wrong.  

The message is clear: Tunisians are fed up with empty promises. They cannot trust those who have been turning a blind ear to their misery for the last 23 years. The game is over and now is time for a new start. 

Saturday, January 22, 2011

A new chapter

A chapter is being closed in our lives; another has just been opened. Now that Tunisia is trying to stand up on its feet, some of us would need to forgive and forget. Some others would need to atone for past mistakes.  Some others would need to be taken to justice and shown the door. 

Certainly, the road to a new Tunisia passes through landmines. I think the oppressed (the victims) should be given a chance to talk, and the oppressor should come out and talk about what has been done. But I don't think retribution would lead us anywhere, except to perdition. 

We have now taken one small step on the road to freedom. My hope is for Tunisians to be up to the challenge of making this process of change concrete. Cartesian doubt of all politicians seems one good thing to start with. My point is that we should take whatever comes from politicians with a pinch of salt and also to find ways to hold them responsible for what they say and do in order for this country to move on. 

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Kite Runner


I have been reading The Kite Runner, a novel written by Khaled Hosseini. It tells the story of two Afghani boys: Amir, the son of a well-to-do Pashtun businessman and Hassan, the son of a Hazara servant. 

Broadly speaking, the story is an extraordaniry tale of love and hate, betrayal and trust, betrayal and forgiveness. It is the story if two boys, each from a different clan or sect. It is the story of us versus them, of me versus you, of the shiite Hazara versus the Sunni Pashtun. I find the story inspiring in the way it evokes the power of love to help people forgive and forget and shattering in the way it evokes the power of self-hate to inflict harm upon others.

The way I see it, the story is not only of two boys- each belonging to a particular sect. The story is about Afghanistan rising and then made to kneel and then rising again, and so on and so forth. The story, so to speak, is about the phoenix bird rising from the ashes, only to be reduced to ashes again in a never ending process of death and life.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Garlic to fight H1N1

William Lagadyn wrote the following:

H1N1 flu, swine flu, pig flu, or whatever the health community is labeling this recent virus, is not something you want to take lightly. Six weeks ago both my wife and I became infected with what I now call "the evil virus" and at first we thought it was just a seasonal flu bug so we would let it run its natural course. You know the normal symptoms... fever, chills, coughing, sniffles and no energy. But after a week we started to feel worse.


First came the hacking cough, coupled with sinus drainage which made our throats very sore causing swallowing difficulties. I suspect the sinus drainage was a contributing factor to the throat inflammation, but sipping non-acidic juices helped soothe our throats and made swallowing food a little easier.

Week 2

We started experiencing headaches, and sore muscles along with the sinus drainage and constant coughing which was getting worse. Add in several nights with not much sleep and you can imagine how fatigued we were.

Week 3

Our symptoms were worsening. We were feeling very rundown and exhausted, we had never-ending sinus drainage so bad now you needed to blow your nose every 5 or ten minutes, and chills one minute and sweating the next,breathing difficulties, and phlegm which required hacking and coughing to expel.

Week 4

Most of our symptoms were getting a little worse and some more frequent. Being in a warm bed at night slowed down the sinus drainage but the phlegm buildup was getting very bad. Phlegm so thick it would cause you to wake up several times at night gasping for air.

It's pretty scary when you can't breathe and have no idea what's happening to your body. Most phlegm you can cough-up and easily spit it out. This phlegm was very sticky and was extremely hard to clear and spit out.

Week 5

We started to fight the virus back because it was getting worse and we couldn't take it anymore. My wife is 57 and I am 66 and a virus can often cause other health problems which we didn't want. Especially the side effect called death.

Kill The Virus Before it Kills Us

We never take any OTC meds or prescription drugs but instead rely on the same natural remedies that have been used all over the world for many generations to kill viruses and solve other health problems.

The first thing we did in our fight against "the evil virus" was to take some "Oil of Oregano." Oil of Oregano is a very powerful antiviral which is natural and will help build up your immune system so you can fight this virus.

This virus has the potential to cause wide spread sickness and many deaths according to some medical establishment.

We knew using antibiotics will not cure a viral infection and infections related to the respiratory system are viral, so we needed to attack with natural antiviral products

Knowing that raw garlic is antiviral we went on attack. Garlic has been used for 100's of years to treat many health disorders and has no side effects. Well, besides chasing away your mate or vampires.

What We Did

All we did was chop up 8 fresh garlic cloves a day and each of us ate four before retiring for the evening.

The garlic was cut up into tiny little pieces so you didn't have to chew it. Using a teaspoon we put a small amount of garlic pieces in our mouths and had a little water to wash the garlic down.

It proved quite easy to do, and almost eliminated the breath odor by doing it this way.

Three Days

Was all it took to completely destroy the virus and take our former good health back. All symptoms completely disappeared and have not returned.

We can not say enough about this natural way we used to destroy this viral infection by using raw garlic. It quite possibly saved our lives.
William Lagadyn is a medical researcher and was the first person to unravel the mysteries of heartburn and acid reflux problems. His natural healing methods were first discovered over 20 years ago, and since that time he has helped 1000's of people completely solve their digestive problems. For more information on how to solve your digestive problems such as heartburn, acid reflux or GERD without the use of potentially dangerous drugs forever, please visit his website at http://www.cureyourheartburn.com

Source: http://ezinearticles.com/?H1N1-Cure?&id=2947559

H1N1 among my students

Two suspected cases of H1N1 among my students earlier this morning. 

Sunday, November 22, 2009

أنا من سنين أحب الجزائر - للشاعر فاروق جويدة

شهيد على صدر سيناء يبكي
ويدعو شهيدا بقلب الجزائـــر
تعالّ إليّ ففي القلب شكـــوى
وبين الجــــوانح حزن يكــــابر
لماذا تهون دماء الرجــــــال
ويخبو مع القهر عزم الضمائر

دماء توارت كنبض القلوب
ليعلو عليها ضجيج الصغائــــر
إذا الفجر أصبح طيفـا بعيــدا

تـباع الدماء بسوق الحناجـــــــر
على أرض سيناء يعلو نــداء
يكبر للصبـــح فوق المنابـــــــر

وفي ظلمة الليل يغفو ضيـاء
يجيء ويغدو.. كألعـاب ساحــر
لماذا نسيتــم دماء الرجــــــــال
على وجه سينا.. وعين الجزائر؟!

على أرض سينــاء يبدو شهيـد
يطوف حزينـا.. مع الراحليـــن
ويصرخ في النــاس: هذا حرام
دمانا تضيــــــع مع العابثيــــــن
فهذي الملاعب عزف جميــــل
وليســــت حروبا على المعتدين

نحب من الخيل بعض الصهيل
ونعشـــــق فيها الجمال الضنين
ونطرب حين يغني الصغــــار
علي ضوء فجر شجي الحنيـــن
فبعض الملاعب عشق الكبــــار
وفيها نداعب حلــــم البنيــــــــن

لماذا نراها سيوفــــــا وحربـــــا
تعالــــوا نراها كنـاي حزيــــــن
فلا النصر يعني اقتتال الرفــــاق
ولا في الخســارة عار مشـــــين

على أرض سيناء دم ونـــــــــار
وفوق الجزائر تبكــي الهــــــمم
هنا كان بالأمس صوت الرجال
يهز الشـعــوب.. ويحيـي الأمم
شهيدان طافا بأرض العروبـة
غنى العـــراق بأغلى نغــــــــــم

شهيد يؤذن بيــــن الحجيـــــــج
وآخر يصرخ فوق الهــــــــرم
لقد جمعتنا دمـاء القـلــــــــــوب
فكيف افترقـــــنا بهزل القــــــدم؟!
وما زال يصرخ بين الجمــوع
قم اقــــرأ كتـابك وحـي القلــــــم

على صدر سيناء وجه عنيــد
شـــهيد يعانق طيـــــــف العلـــــــم
وفوق الجزائر نبض حزيـــن
يداري الدمــوع ويخفي الألـــــــم
تعالـوا لنجمع ما قد تبقــــــــى
فشــر الخطــايا سفيـــــــــه حكــــــم

ولم يبقَ غير عويل الذئـــاب
يطـــــارد في الليل ركـــب الغنــــــــم!
رضيتم مع الفقر بؤس الحياة
وذل الهــــــوان ويـــأس النـــــــدم
ففي كل وجه شظايا همــــــوم
وفي كل عيـــن يئن الســــــــــــــأم

إذا كان فيكم شموخ قديـــــــم
فكيف ارتــــــضيتم حــياة الـــــــــرمم؟!
تنامون حتى يموت الصبـــاح
وتبكون حتى يثور العــــــــــدم

شهيد على صدر سيناء يبكي
وفوق الجزائر يسري الغضـب
هنا جمعتنا دمـاء الرجـــــــال
فهل فرقتنا' غنــــــاوي' اللعـــب
وبئس الزمـان إذا ما استكـــان
تسـاوى الرخيص بحرّ الذهـــــب

هنا كان مجــد.. وأطلال ذكـــرى
وشـعب عـريق يسمـى العـــــرب
ويا ويلهــم.. بعــد ماضٍ عــريـق
يبيعون زيفـا بســــوق الكـــــــــــذب

ومنذ استكانوا لقهر الطغــــــاة
هنا من تـوارى.. هنا من هـرب
شعوب رأت في العويل انتصارا
فخاضت حروبا.. بسيف الخطب

على آخر الدرب يبدو شهيــــــد
يعانــق بالدمــــــع كل الرفــــــاق
أتـوا يحملون زمانــــــا قديمـــــا
لحلـــم غفا مرة.. واستفـــــــاق

فوحد أرضا.. وأغنى شعوبــــــا
وأخرجها من جحـور الشـقـــــــاق
فهذا أتي من عيون الخليـــــل
وهذا أتى من نخيل العـــــــراق

وهذا يعانق أطـــلال غــــــزة
يعلو نداء.. يطــول العنـــــــــاق
فكيف تشرد حلم بــــــــريء
لنحيـــا مـــرارة هذا السبـــــــاق؟
ويا ويل أرض أذلـت شموخـا
لترفـــع بالزيــف وجه النفــاق

شهيد مع الفجر صلى.. ونادى
وصاح: أفيقوا كفـــــاكم فســــادا
لقد شردتكم همــوم الحيـــــاة
وحين طغى القهر فيكم.. تمادى

وحين رضيتم سكـون القبــور
شبعتم ضياعا.. وزادوا عنادا
وكم فارق الناس صبح عنيـــد
وفي آخر الليل أغفى.. وعادا

وطال بنا النوم عمرا طويــــلا
وما زادنا النـوم.. إلا سهــــادا

على صدر سيناء يبكي شهيـــد
وآخر يصرخ فـــوق الجزائـــر
هنا كان بالأمس شعــب يثـــور
وأرض تضجّ.. ومجــــــد يفاخــــــر
هنا كان بالأمس صوت الشهيد
يزلزل أرضا.. ويحمي المصائر

ينام الصغير على نار حقــــــــد
فمن أرضع الطفل هذي الكبائر؟!
ومن علم الشعب أن الحــــروب
"كـرات" تطير.. وشعب يقـامر؟!
ومن علّم الأرض أن الدماء
تراب يجف.. وحــزن يسافـــــــر

ومن علم الناس أن البطولـــــــة
شعب يباع.. وحكم يتــــــاجر؟!
وأن العروش.. عروش الطغاة
بلاد تئن.. وقهر يجـــــــاهر
وكنا نـباهي بدم الشهيــــــــــــــد
فصرنا نباهي بقصف الحناجر!
إذا ما التقينــــــا على أي أرض
فليس لنا غير صدق المشاعر
سيبقى أخي رغم هذا الصـــراخ
يلملم في الليل وجهي المهاجر

عدوي عدوي.. فلا تخــدعوني
بوجه تخفـي بمليون ساتــــــر
فخلـــف الحـــــــدود عـــدو لئيــم
إذا ما غفونا تطل الخناجـــــر
فلا تتـــركوا فتنـة العابثيـــــــــن
تشـوه عمرا نقي الضمائــــــر
ولا تغرسوا في قلــوب الصغــار
خرابا وخوفا لتعمي البصــــائر

أنا من سنين أحـــب الجـــــزائـــر
ترابا وأرضا.. وشعبـــا يغامـــر
أحب الدمــاء التي حررتــــــــــه
أحب الشموخ.. ونبل السرائر
ومصر العريقة فوق العتـــــــاب
وأكبر من كل هذي الصغــــائر

أخي سوف تبقى ضميري وسيفي
فصبر جميل.. فللــيـــل آخــر
إذا كان في الكون شيء جميـــــل
فأجمل ما فيه.. نيل.. وشاعر


Saturday, November 14, 2009

We lost the game, alhamdulillah!!!

We lost the game! Alhamdulillah!!

I have always believed that the best should win. No need to spend millions on losers and boozers who pretend to be real footballers. Nigera has been the best and I do want the best to win, and this does not make me less pateriotic. I want to see real football, and when our losers and boozers start doing their job appropriately, then I will support them.