Thursday, January 1, 2015

The six impossible filters Facebook should have


Back in 2007 Facebook was something I did not initially want to join. It felt as if I was going to jump in a blue pool of cold water. However, I pushed myself to jump into that pool and the water felt strangely enough (or perhaps weirdly enough) ……. warm. 



When you’re in cold water, you have to swim to keep your body temperature at a degree that feels comfortable. When you stop, the water will give you chills. I was active on Facebook. I fit right in and never felt cold till I had to stop swimming, not by choice. The Facebook pool got crowded and people started doing what seemed to be anything but swimming. I felt I had to get out. after I closed my account with the so called social network pool, I couldn’t help but wonder if the existence of a lifeguard would have limited certain narcistic movements in that pool. The only current filter in that pool is “you cannot swim in the nude”. I liked being in the pool initially, why do I despise it so much now? I came up with six filters that should have been applied to that network which would have theoretically kept it decent. I know those filters are impossible to apply to a pool crowded with billions of people, so I thought of the thought-police of Orwell’s 1984. That could have been the best filter that would have addressed the thoughtless posts before they get a chance to become posts and expose unwanted dirty laundry.
Well, before I list those filters, I would like to apologize in advance to those who might feel that I am criticizing their swimming movements in the Facebook pool because I really don't want to be misunderstood; of course I am criticizing and I'm not going to deny it, but I would like to acknowledge that I myself was guilty of some.


Once upon a time in 2010, a relative of mine visited from Venezuela for a few days and took a nice long walk with me down Wilshire Blvd in Santa Monica. She looked around and said that she felt familiar with the neighborhood because of my Facebook pictures. Then She defensively added “Not that I’m ever on Facebook, but when I log on, I look at pictures of people I care for”. She added that Facebook repulses her because what people do, eat, where they go, how they feel, what they quote, write, think, are things no one cares about. She sounded genuinely annoyed.



Two years later, that same friend started facebooking. She started checking into every single airport her company sent her to. She started criticizing the airports when they’re located in countries or cities she did not care for. Then she started adding the food pictures of restaurant she visited. Then her workout routine, then the calories she burned, then pretty much every moment of her life, no matter how un-special they were, and let me tell you, they truly were.

I silently observed for a while, then wrote her an email and asked her straight out about her change of heart. Her answer was “Everybody is doing it, why should I be excluded?” And so, she went with the flow of Facebook instead of looking at it from outside and wondering why do people do what they do since according to her “No one cares!”




I am sure that my Venezuelan relative (if of course after reading this blog would not deny that we're related) rings a bell of someone you yourself know, who could be opinionated, sophisticated, or working hard on compensating something they do not have. But what it all boils down to is the need of attention. Hey, I mentioned at the beginning of this blog that I am just as guilty. Attention is not necessarily bad if it is recruited for the right reasons, when it is not necessarily and directly sought after. Attention is earned when it is due to a certain work of art, a humane thought, behavior, reaction, a talent, a skill, something hilariously funny and witty, inspirational, and other things that might add value to your knowledge, taste, soul, spirit, and healthy existence. However, once that attention becomes a matter of “Look at me, I rock” with nothing to back up that claim, then vanity takes over. Well, we’re not in the business of limiting anyone’s freedom, and since we’re talking about freedom, I’m exercising mine in listing the six filters that I wish were possible at all for Facebook to have in its so-called social media:

1) Limit the number of pictures, as my Venezuelan relative put it, “no one cares!”
Remember the time when we used to take pictures for the sake of preserving memories? Remember how limited the audience to your photo album was? On special occasions you would take out those photo albums and go over the pictures mostly on your own, maybe with your family, and sometimes when relatives visited. The photos were special, and you took them because you wanted to keep special moments that you cherish alive. Those photos, they had special people going through special times you wanted to capture. Today, the photos you see on Facebook could indeed be a reflection of special moments with or without special people, but the motivation to take photos have definitely changed. We take photos for people to see, not for us to keep. We take photos to show off where we are, what we’re eating, how we too do this and that (and no, you're not better than me), and it’s for the world to see, not for us to revisit. The real motivation have changed. The more you have, the less special they feel. And what’s up with that hand on your hip which sticks out every time someone takes your picture for you? Is that a requirement now? As if the "Hips don't lie" was not annoying enough in every teenager's picture (with or without their mothers competing to look like sisters), here comes the selfies. Oh lord have mercy, that is a disease in itself. Selfies are spreading like cancer. One might argue that they are not that different from asking someone else to take our pictures for us. Oh but the are. You wouldn’t do the things you do in your selfies when there is a stranger behind the camera taking your picture for you. You wouldn’t try those sexy face expressions with your lips puckered when you ask your father to take your picture.

You wouldn’t dress the way you do (or not even dress at all) when you ask your friend to take your picture. Selfies have no shame. You wanna push back? By all means, ask yourself how many of them make it on Facebook, and ask yourself why. Selfies indeed are shameless and you don’t need someone to prove it, just look at your phone photos  honey, see! I rest my case.

2) Plagiarism sensor
Oh no you didn't
Oh yes I did!!!!!
Suddenly John and Jane Doe are writers. If you tell them "I read those posts somewhere, they sound familiar" They will fight back saying “They’re theirs”? Except that they wouldn't know which one of those two words is nominative and which one is accusative. Alright, you might get jealous from time to time, I mean everyone is writing something cool, funny, inspirational, it’s the trend. So why don’t you give it a shot too? Slowly but surely, everyone on Facebook becomes a philosopher, a deep thinker, and an opinionated writer.  Hey hey, I don’t want to be in the audience, I want to be on stage, performing. And if I don’t have any moves, I’ll steal some and say “look at me, I invented this, ain’t I cool?” Let’s see how many likes I’m gonna get, humm, not too shabby for a start. I’ll copy and paste some more. Heck, I’ll even start my own sentences, I’ll just copy the style of others. Suddenly the stage is too crowded and there is no audience left. Well, it’s not your fault, everyone is doing it, go with the flow, even when you have nothing to offer.
They’re no better than you, wait! they're no better or their no better? Damn you auto correct, you should know better.


Here’s a thought: If you’ve got something to say, then go ahead and say it. But if you don’t, don’t make a fool of yourself, it’s not worth it. Words are recycled, re-invented, re-arranged, and re-written. But unless they have a thought behind them, they have no value. 

3) Unsubscribe the Facebookers who constantly play the victims 

Who doesn't know a Debbie downer who keeps on posting her feelings in a desperate search for more attention? I think I know one or two. Nah, I know plenty. Poor me? It seems that my friend who lost his father a few years back did not get enough condolences on Facebook the first time around when he changed his profile picture to a one solid black color leaving his friends wondering in suspense who did he lose. Yes, even grieving his late father had to be in style and had to have some kind of thrill to it. To honor the memory of his father, he changed his profile picture to his father’s a year later. Then six months after that he posted on his Facebook page “Dad, I miss you” waiting patiently for his father to comment back, but his father didn't (how rude!). Then six months later, it was time to honor the second anniversary of his dad’s departure, then he wanted to visit his father’s cemetery, no wait, that takes actual getting up and out of the house, my bad. He wanted to visit his father’s birthday so he posted on his Facebook page “Dad, how I miss thee, this would have been your 92nd birthday”. He did not stop at any opportunity to bring his father’s memory to honor his father of course, not to collect likes and the support of “Hang in there dude, we love you (and we mean it, as long as we don't have to love you in person)” from his audience, oops, I meant from his friends who are virtually there for him when he’s feeling down. So the rhetorical question here is, what happened to grieving in private? What happened to actually leaving our monitor addiction and stepping out to the real world to be with friends who care, who listen, who are there for us when we’re down? How fulfilling those “like”s and those comments that take over a physical shoulder to lean on if we were really down and feeling blue? What happened to the touch of hand from a real friend who is there for us in person versus the countless meaningless hallmark quotes when we speak our negativity on our “What’s on your mind?” As my wise Venezuelan friend put it ... "Who cares? No really, who gives a damn?".

4) Eliminate the show off business, it’s not a show business!

Not too long ago, a single friend of mine told me “I cannot believe I’m still single when that ugly dude keeps on posting pictures of his hot girlfriend online. I hate it, I hate it hate it hate, call me jealous, I don’t care”. I said to him “Patience my friend, it’s not a competition, it’s a matter of luck and chemistry, your turn will arrive”. Oh and it did. A little late, but it certainly did and he got some catching up to do (yikes). Of course the relationship statue changed from “Miserably single” to “Happily ever after”. The show off started with a bang with every bouquet of flowers he bought her, or she bought him, with every gift, every dress, even pictures of text messages, it was all public business with messages like “I know, I know, I know I’m lucky!”. The only missing posts were how they made love, the kinky positions, the sex toys, the lingerie, the BDSM erotic practices they might have or have not practiced. Here’s a thought “didn’t your so-called ugly friend’s posts bother you?” He was showing off his hot girlfriend, do you remember how it made you feel back then when you were single? What are you doing? No seriously, what is wrong with you repeating what he did when you know how bitter it made you feel? (Hey, everyone is doing it, why shouldn't you? Go with the flow) Oh stop posting how she wants you to be a member of equinox and start Pilates instead of the monkey business you used to do. Your constant “Check-in”s tagging her and the brandname valuable lifestyle she’s added to your down to earth life are doing a more than enough job on their own.

5) Disable communication between Facebookers and Facebookies when they’re physically close to each other 

So we know how much you love your mother, your daughter, your grandma, your dogs and cats too. I mean you’ve been updating your emotional status online for years. The question is, how hard is it to tell them when they’re sitting next to you on the couch posting how much they love you back on their laptops! Do you guys talk? Do you think your love story is The Notebook? And if it were, do you remember that the actors actually talked to each other in the movie versus communicating on Facebook? Oh wait, there was no Facebook when The Notebook came out so that’s not your fault, you wouldn’t know any better. So here’s a tip: If the person is sitting next to you, tell them how much you love them in person and spare us your feelings for a change. I get it when they’re thousand miles away but seriously, they’re in the bathroom. The real question you have to ask yourself is: Are your posts on your friend’s, lover’s, father’s, cousin’s, neighbor’s walls about them or about you? Are you trying to give them the attention or the credit, or are you trying to get the credit of what a good boyfriend, girlfriend, daughter, husband, wife, pet owner (or even pets, hang in there, one day it'll be possible) you are? If it is about them, pick up the phone and call them, pay them a visit, get up and walk all the way to the next bathroom and knock on the door. But no, that would not bring YOU the attention or get YOU the credit. Post it on Facebook and the world will know how lucky that person is to have YOU in their life because it is YOU who is drawing attention to them.

6) Detect Crazy, regardless how subjective or objective, then delete it please. Thank you very much!

Pet lovers, moderation is a key to sanity. Your pet gets sick while there are wars in certain Middle Eastern countries, poverty that has been killing children in certain African and Asian countries, hurricanes and earthquakes, and other natural disasters that are killing and making millions of people homeless, not to mention missing airplanes, new diseases (besides Facebook of course) and and and ... and we get it, it’s not your fault that the world is going through the disasters it is going through. So your pet gets sick and you feel compelled to spread the news on Facebook. Okay, we send our positive energy, our prayers being the good Facebook friends we are to you. We wish your pet a quick recovery. Then you give us day two of your pet’s disease with pictures and a little bit of disturbing details that you prefer NOT to keep to yourself. We sympathize and send more positive energy and prayers your way. Then day three details, then day four, then you check in at an expensive pet hospital, then complain how much it cost you, but anything for your dear pet, then the test results. Then you talk about a possible operation that you were not psychologically ready for (Why! Would you have been prepared for an operation under different circumstances? Do tell, .... I mean .... share).
We ask you to hang in there on your countless posts. The operation is successful and your pet is back home, we think for a second that the pet chapter is finally over. But no it is not. You actually take a video of your pet, with your voice pretending to be it’s your pet’s voice, thanking all of your facebookers for the positive energy and prayers! Are you for real? So when are you going to open a Facebook account for your pet? Because we were able to recognize that it was your voice, oh wait, you’re the perfect mother for that helpless pet and so you felt compelled to be its agent. Why not impersonate the pet? Honey, couldn’t you have thanked your audience instead of that cutsie video with your voice over? Lord have mercy!!! Crazy much?



So here’s the deal, if you’re 18, we get it. You grew up knowing Facebook to be around. However, if you’re in your thirties or forties, or even fifties, imagine your life without Facebook (OMG ... Nooo) I’m sure you have some recollection of what life was like before. You live for Facebook, you go places, you workout, you carry certain handbags, eat at certain restaurants, express certain emotions to show off on Facebook. When was the last time you did something for you, not for Facebook? How many real friends are there for you on Facebook? Why does it bother you when they send you their sincere wishes on your birthday via email, text, even a phone call, and not a flashy post on your wall over Facebook? Think, think how simple life was when you did not feel that you are a celebrity and the world is revolving around your endless pictures and posts. Facebook might be the platform for people to feel like celebrities for a few minutes, but the pursuit of those few minutes is a lifetime addiction.


Friday, August 8, 2014

Sonia Balakyan

أهلاً يا حب





  بعد ما ضربت اجري بالارض وقلت لبابا اني هالسنه عندي تخرج وماني رايد اشتغل، قلي بدك تشتغل واجرك فوق راسك وابن عمتك فريدي (مع الشدة عالدال) عم بستناك تحت لياخدك ع شغلك الجديد. مع كل فجارتي هزيت رأسي سمعا وطاعة ونزلت لاركب بل jeep الخضرة وأروح أتعرف ع شغلي الجديد باوائل الثمانينات. وصلنا أنا وفريدي عالمحل وطلعنا ٣ درجات وهونيك كان في صبيه حلوه كتير بأوائل العشرينات عم تنتظر بابتسامه كبيرة ع وجهها وعيونها موجهة عالسيد فريدي وأنا ع أمل انها تشوفني، بس عبث. المهم، بديت اتطلع بالمحل لشوف شو رح تكون طبيعة شغلي ولاحظت اني المحل كان مليان فترينات فيها رفوف زجاج ضيقة عليها كل أنواع والوان طلاء الأظافر، ثم حمرة الشفاف، ثم مساحيق الوجه، ثم كحل العيون ثم ثم ثم، وأنا منذهل من بعد العمل بمحل تصليح سيارات السنه السابقة كيف ممكن احفظ كل هالمعلومات المهمه لوجه وجمال المراة بسمع إبن عمتي عم يقلي "لك اشبك، ما بدك تسلم ع معلمتك صونيا؟". سلمت عمعلمتي صونيا ووقفت بزاوية المحل خجلا منها من بعد ما قلها فريدي إنو الأخ رح يتخرج السنه من المرحلة الابتدائيه وحابب ياخد الصيفيه off مشان يريح أعصابه. بس هالخجل ما طول أكتر من خمس ثواني لانو صونيا وابتسامتها ما بتخلي أي مخلوق يتعرف عليها يشعر غير بمودتها ومحبتها النابعه من قلبها. بروح فريدي ومنبدأ أنا صونيا التعرف ع بعض ومن بعد ٥ دقائق كنت أخد اعترافها بالكامل عن اعجابها بابن عمتي وعن استغرابها من ملاحظتي الدقيقه وحسب كلامها "تفكيري الأكبر من عمري" (نعم، من صغري كنت مفلسف)

أنا وصونيا صرنا اصحاب لانها مع الكبير كبيرة ومع الصغير صغيرة. كنت أروح لعندها أفتح المحل بالتسعة صباحا وانتظرها بفارغ الصبر وأسكر المحل بالوحده ونصف لارجع افتحه بالاربعة وأسكره بالثمانيه وأنا بشوق دائم للذهاب إلى العمل . وصرنا نغني، ونغني كل الوقت وكانت اغنيتنا المفضله هي لوردة الجزائريه بعنوان أهلا يا حب. وصونيا حفظتني كل كلمه فيها وتناقشنا بالتفصيل عن معاني الكلمات وعن المقاطع المفضله وعن الأداء وصرنا نتسابق مين رح يغنيها أفضل (طبعا كانت تربحني كل الوقت مشان ما أحرد). صونيا كانت ما تترك هم عالقلب، وما بقدر اتخيلها بدون الابتسامه ع وجهها. كانت كريمه كتير معي ومحبه لكل اللي دوارها. كان في عنا تحلايتين بشكل دائم، بوظة من المحل اللي كان فاتح عالزاويه، أو إذا ما كان الطقس كتير شوب، خبز طازه من الفرن باخر الشارع مع شوكولاته سالي سايخة بقلبه وخدو ع أكل.

بس فريدي كان أحيانا يمرق عالمحل وياخدلي من وقتي مع صونيا وهالشيء ما كان يعجبني أبدا. ووقت اللي خفت جياته عالمحل، كترت غيابات صونيا. وفي مرة من المرات دقيت تلفون ع بيتها وقلتلها "وينك لهلأ ست الحسن؟ شو نسينا إنو عنا باب رزق هون؟" ضحكت صونيا وقالتلي: "معلش طوني بدك تطول بالك علي، أنا اخده الأسبوع كله اجازه". اجازه؟ وأنا بتم بالشغل بدون صونيا؟ ومن بعد إسبوع بتجي صونيا عالمحل وأنا محضر حالي لمواجهتها بموضوع غياباتها المتكرره (نعم، أنا كنت الأجير وهي المعلمه، بس شو يعني؟ أنا وقعت عالعقد بالعمل مع صونيا، مو لوحدي). بتدخل صونيا عالمحل ووجهها منور ومشرق أكتر من العاده والسعاده باديه بشكل ملحوظ عليها وأنا عم حاول كل جهدي اني أظهرلا اني كتير مزعوج، وبتمد ايدها وبتقلي بأعلا صوتها "مخطوبه، و هاي خاتم الخطبه". نعم، أخذها فريدي مني وتركني اشتغل لحالي لانو صار لازم يعرفها عالعائلة بكاملها، واللي بيعرف عائلتنا، بيعرف إنو التعرف عليها ممكن ياخد شهرين وأكثر. 

صونيا بتصير وحده من العائلة والكل بحبها. وقبل ما بابا يقترح علي شغل جديد من بعد تخرجي من صف السادس، بقرر اني اطلب منه اشتغل عند صونيا مرة تانيه. بيستغرب والدي اني ما عم حاول اتهرب من الشغل متل كل صيفيه، وهيك بكسب صيفيه تانيه مع صونيا قبل زواجها من فريدي. وبرقص بعرس فريدي وصونيا وبنبسط ع فرحتهم وصونيا بترقص معي بالعرس كم دقيقه وكالعاده بتخليني أحس باني شخص كتير مهم بحياتها وبمحبتها إلي.

واليوم أنا عم اكتب ذكرياتي مع صونيا لاشاركها مع فريدي واولادها بيير، جو، وفادي اللي صاروا شباب وأنا بسبب هجرتي من ١٥ سنه ما صحللي اتعرف عليهم بس واثق انهم تربوا أفضل تربيه وإنحبوا من اعطف إم وصديقة وانهم شباب بينرفع فيهم الراس . وعم اكتب لاطلب السماح من صونيا لاني ما عملت مجهود إنو نبقى ع إتصال من بعد سفري. بس صونيا إلها مكان كبير بقلبي وبذكرياتي. صونيا اسمها وضحكتها بتملي قلبي بالدفء، ومع وقوعها شهيده بقول إنو صونيا بتستاهل الاحتفال بحياتها اللي كانت قصيرة بس مليئه بالحب لكل اللي عرفها بأي عمر، ومع قساوة الحياة وقساوة عباره "الحياة رح تكمل" واللي ما بنكر صدق هالعباره، بس الحياة كانت أحلى بوجودك فيها ورح تكمل وإنت جزء كبير بذاكرتنا وقلبنا وأنا شخصياً بتشكرك عكرمك وأخلاقك ومحبتك إلي ولكل شخص بحياتك وبطلب من الله يمد عائلتك بالصبر والقوه والأيمان انك صرتي ملاك حارس الهم وشفيع عند ربنا. 


واليوم كمان عم إسمع غنيه اهلاً يا حب بصوت ورده وبهديكي الغنيه لانك إنت الحب وربنا استقبلك عنده و وحدك مع والدك اللي طالما ذكرتيه وذكرتي كيف غادر الحياة قبل الأوان. الجنه كسبت ملاك رح يعطيها بعد جديد بخفة دمه ومحبته ونحنا منقلك وداعا صونيا بس الجنه بتقلك وبدون مبالغة "أهلاً يا حب".    

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

The Silk Road

The Silk Road


Up North West of home there is my city
An ancient town that has beauty and simplicity
The oldest capital of industry to say the least
Hard working people known of their generosity

Their love of music, food, their hospitality
Their passion, their determination, their curiosity
They live each day to celebrate, to dance and feast
They pray to one God; the God of humanity

Come with me let me show where I grew up
Let me show you a city that knows how to live it up
The night life that goes on and on and never stops
The city that works hard, plays hard and does not give up

Come with me to show you history you did not know
Authenticity, originality that makes you take a bow
Beroea to some, to others Alep or Alshahba Aleppo

But to me it's Halab, the name alone makes my heart glow!




Sunday, March 9, 2014

A WIN-WIN Situation




Online banking gives you the option to transfer money to your friends’ accounts through their account numbers as well as through their phone numbers, as long as their phone numbers match what the bank has in their profile. You would think that is common sense, right!!
Certain customers of mine refuse to do online banking and prefer to come to the branch and sit down waiting for me, sometimes for hours, to check their recent transactions. Some of them come every day, I kid you not, every day. When they don't find me, they tell me next day that they came and I was NOT there, oooooh, how dare I? 
One of them was apparently more sophisticated and was able to break that myth and utilize online banking. His friend gave him his account number and specifically asked him to transfer money to his account online via that number. He however was adventurous and decided to use a phone number instead of the account number and now the money is lost.
I asked the customer, why did you choose to use your friend’s phone number for the transfer when you have his account number? 
I did not use my friend's phone number.
But you just said to me that you did!
I said I used “A” phone number
Interesting, what phone number did you use?
I used my friend’s friend's phone number.
Oh, and now why would you do that?
My friend was with his friend so I used his friend’s phone number.
Wait, what? why?
because they were hanging out at the time of the transfer
Ummm, meaning because when you wanted to transfer, your friend and his friend happened to be physically in the same place?
Yes!
Oh, well that explains it. It makes perfect sense. Please don't do it again!


After one hour over the phone, and three different departments with three different associates who did not understand why would a customer use a random phone number to do a transfer, we located his money and returned it to his account. I thought to myself I will never win, if I push them to do online banking, they will create a mess that I have to clean, and if I don't encourage them to do the online banking, I will spend all my day going through their transactions, which they always do not remember at first then the minute I tell them I have to put them on the phone to file a claim, they magically remember. What is the opposite of a win-win situation? Whatever that is, it is MY situation!


Monday, March 3, 2014

A Stolen Moment







Two ladies in their mid sixties came for different customer service requests at the bank where I work. I said to the first one that I remembered her so well, that she was an actress, that she put me on the phone with her best friend who was an actor and who spoke my language.


As I was doing the wire transfer for the second lady, the first one came back with a big bottle of wine and told her that I was her favorite banker. As she was giving me the wine bottle she told the lady at my desk that this would take only a moment. The lady at my desk responded with "I do not have that moment, hurry up". 

Without blinking an eye, without even taking a moment to comprehend the meanness of that statement, or to form a proper reaction, the first lady said "We're all in hurry ma'm, a little kindness goes long ways". 


She gave me the wine, I hugged her and sat down with the customer who was not happy about that stolen moment. I was taken more by the kindness of the first lady than by the bitterness of the one at my desk. I was determined on creating a memorable customer experience and on killing her with kindness, the one that goes long ways. 

By the end of our transaction, she had a big smile on her face and said to me "Thank you, you have the patience of a saint". 





And I agreed. 




Friday, February 21, 2014

Yet another Gulf story!



Me:   Welcome to our bank sir, how can I help you today?
Him: Arabic….  Arabic???      Arabic!!!
Me:   That would be me, my name is Tony and I'll be happy to assist. 

He scans me twice from my head to my toe and though I don't want to make assumptions but from the friendly expression on his face, it seems that he does not like what he sees. Then the investigation as usual starts:


Him: What is your name besides that "Tony" you call yourself?
Me:   That's pretty much it sir, that's my name.
Him: Okay fine. What is your real name?
Me:  Tony is my real name
Him: But that's not an Arabic name. 
Me:  No, it is not an Arabic name, it is my name
Him: Oh so you're Americanized now. What is your Muslim name?
Me:  I don't have a Muslim name.
Him: What is that supposed to mean?
Me:   It does not mean anything tricky, just an answer to your question. 
Him: But you're Arabic.
Me:  I am Syrian and I speak Arabic. Let's get past the name issue, how can I help  
         you?

We open a bank account. During the seemingly endless painful process, he asks me how long has it been since I moved to the United States, what is my wife's nationality, how many kids I have, if it is me or my wife who is causing the problem of not having kids, if I owned my home, how much I make a year, if I pray regularly, if I cheat on my wife etc. Then he asks for my business card.

Him: Is the number on your card your cellphone number?
Me:  No, that's my bank phone number.
Him: Oh yeah! why don't you write on the back your cellphone number too!
Me:  My cellphone is for my personal use. You can reach me for your banking 
         needs at the number on my card.
Him: And what if my ATM card does not work at midnight? How can I reach you 
         then (felt like he added to this question the word "Smartass")?
Me:  You can call the number on the back of your ATM card, they open 24/7.
Him: But I do not speak English as you can see. (The tone was condescending)
Me:  Sure, just ask for an Arabic translator.
Him: Arabic translator!!! Then why are you working here? In my country we don't 
         even have to ask, the banker would voluntarily give us his phone number and 
         say to us "Call me for anything you need sir at any time". What kind of customer 
          service is this?
Me:  It's the American kind.
Him: Well it sucks
Me:   I'm sorry you feel that way.
Him: How old are you?
Me:   Well come to think of it, I am one year younger than you 
           Mr. xxx qahta xxxx mutair xxxx likha
Him: Oh please, no seriously, how old are you?
Me:   40
Him: I am forty one, how could you be 40?
Me:  That's simple, by being born forty years ago!
Him: But you look fifty Tony.
Me:  I can explain, working at this particular location for the past five years made me age a 
         little faster than I care for. I guess age is not my best friend. Luckily you look 
 and act like a 20 year old man ma sha allah aaleek!
Him: It was nice meeting you. 
Me:   Sure, the feeling is mutual!

I will need a glass of wine later, no seriously I know I will. I go to buy my favorite wine bottle from Trader Joe's and the cashier wants to card me and I go "Seriously? You want to check my ID?" She goes "Sir, better be safe than sorry, I need to make sure just in case". Me "God bless you young girl, I was just told I look 50 and here you are 5 minutes later wanting to card me. By all means take a look, you just made my day". And she did not make my day by making me feel younger, but by being nice and polite to me!


Mercy …..



Thursday, February 20, 2014

Father you promised





Dad, it's been a while since you left us for what we call here on earth "A better place"
Dad it's been so hard for us, look at us we're scattered all over the place
Oh how we prayed for your forgiveness, mentioned your name at every grace
Your warm memory comes to our hearts through your merciful and kind face

Did you not promise upon your leave that we were gonna be alright?
And we believed you, yes we believed, dad you were always right
You promised but why years later, upon your memory mom's eyes still get wet
It is unfair because we're only human, so did you, now that you're a spirit, forget?

Sometimes I wonder if it was a blessing in disguise that you're now gone
Because you left us whole, and did not have a chance to see what was yet to come
That place we loved, created memories, wrote our history, proudly called home
Has now gone, and we're torn apart, surviving desperately the uncertain and unknown

Did you not promise upon your departure that we were gonna be just fine?
And we believed you, dad look at us, our lives are now on the line
You promised but why do we feel damaged, can we go back in time?
Have you forsaken us, abandoned us? do something, give us hope, give us a sign

Where art thou father, can you hear us, can you see what is going on?
Our home is bombed, our lives are burned, and No! you're not the only one 
Who sacrificed his love. Each one of us to this war lost a parent, a sibling, a son
Here we are bloodless, lifeless, soulless, we're done, oh God, we are undone

Did you not promise upon your death that we were going to be okay?
You left no will, no trust, but the legacy of a broken promise, so "come what may"
Are you in cold blood playing chess with God, killing those soldiers who did not pray?
Father, your blessings are many, but is it a blasphemy that we want to break away?