Mahmoudiat

Something of me and of my world

Please Don’t hit me

pppIt’s all started when I was 7 years old, I still remember the details of that incident as if it happened yesterday, back in the elementary school square we were happy at the end of another long day … playing and running after each other … waiting for our parent to come and take us home, there were “Ahmed” trying to wear his bag very fast so the supervisor of the orphans center “who was staring at him with Frown look on his face” don’t get angry, and since Ahmed was holding in his hand a small piece of ice-cream that was about to fall from his hand while he was trying to carry his heavy bag .. he asked the supervisor with a shy voice “could you sir hold the ice-cream for me just while I take the bag?” … and it was like a Satan unleashed from his cage, and the supervisor attacked the boy and start hitting (Ahmad) with a long Stick he was holding in his hand and yelling on him “do you think I am working for you, you son of bitch!!” Ahmad start apologizing and bagging the supervisor to stop hitting him, I remember I was standing there frozen and checked with what I see, for a moment he looked at me, I swear he was telling please help me … that scene has engraved in my memory for ever … as the first ugly face of the human Injustice that witnessed by the little boy I was back then.

That day I return sad to home and forgiven Ahamd and all other orphans who were living in the social care center and studying with us, forgive what they did to me and understand finally why was my father refuse to provide any complaint when I was return crying from school because they hit me or take my money or anything of my small things, my dad keep saying they don’t enjoy the family love and care and its normal for them to behave like that, of course at that time I couldn’t understand what does my father talking about and thought he just doesn’t care about me ! .. After this incident I did …

This incident stayed inside me for a long years and I was always trying to avoid talking or writing about it, because its bring to me a bad memory from side and from other side its make me so angry of myself, that day I was there and didn’t do anything.. I didn’t go and tell the rest of teachers or my parents, I even didn’t go to ask Ahmad about how he is doing after that … like everybody I just stood there … watching , if it’s because I was a little boy back then , so what the excuse of the others ?, what happened that day wasn’t a single and isolated accident, it was fixed pattern of horrible treatment that was practiced by all social worker and supervisor in the orphans care center, supported by the common culture that said they are just a sort of foundling children with unknown belongs who comes as a result of a prohibited relation, although the school teachers were not agreed with what was happening but they did nothing even other student parents were knowing what was happening there, and it was a clear from their bad performance in school that they do suffer emotionally from such un humanly treatment, that sadness and anger was exploding from those kids as a hostility and problems in their behavior .. Everybody known … but nobody did anything!

After 21 years from that incident I watched a movie for a supervisor in one of the orphan’s children center hitting a small little girl with a long stick for nothing just because she stood in the main door watching people walking on the street..! More than 21 years separate between the old incident and the one of this girl … the faces has changed … but the treatment is the same, unjustified hitting for a small baby that doesn’t have family or anybody to help her, thanks god there is a lot of phones with camera this days that could transfers such scenes for us to see a day life of an orphan girl in our great country.

This time I decided that I shouldn’t keep watching, I am not that powerless small boy any more, this is not an excuse any more… never been

So I am asking you and with you … what will happen if your kids one day needs to live there, would you rest in peace, who is hiring those people, why our government doesn’t act boldly against this, what happened with those kids is a crime, no child in the world deserve such treatment, those is our kids, what the value of our achievement in life if we failed even to protect our babies

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Ps, this is a translation of the original post in Arabic and you can find the original hear

You are responsible

July 5, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

My story with Fouad Alfarhan

  I still remember that Wednesday of December 18th 2007, I was exploring the new discovered world of the Arabic and specifically the Saudi blogging, it has been two years back then since I start following the blogging phenomena and mainly focused on the western bloggers as I didn’t expect to find Arabic bloggers enjoying the same level of Professionalism and freedom of speech, at that time I discovered that I missed a lot…

I am Jordanian with a Palestinian roots, but being living in Saudi Arabia was a motivated to start looking for people writing and discussing issues related to this part of the world, as expected a lot of fun and pointless Jokes at start and after some filtration I end up with some respectful blogs, I remember seeing a small banner in the right bottom of the screen labeled with “Free Fouad”, I don’t know what I was expecting, any way one click on that link and I found may self face to face with official sites of the campaign that launched by Fouad friends to free him as he soon arrested by the Saudi authorities.

Well that’s interested … I thought , from that site I jumped to Fouad blog, I wanted to know more about this guy, I didn’t expect that what I am about to read well change the way I am looking to things for ever, In less than 3 hours, I covered his full blog article by article and even goes over comments, there were something strange in his way of writing that keep you going and thirsty for more to read, Fouad knows how let you feel as like you are the one that writing, he writing about you and for you , touching your simple daily struggles and fear, using a simple and easy language and talking with a humble  accent that goes down to your level instead of forcing you to rise to its level, Most of all you can’t mistake the sincerity and honesty in his words, it was clear to me that I am reading for a honest man writing for his people not for his narrow interest.

This sincerity has been met with equal loyalty from fouad fans, within hours of his arrest a campaign has been released, official sites and banners all over the net was calling for his freedom, to make it short after 6 months of his arrest fouad released, his blog is blocked now and fouad activities are now limited in twitter and facebook.

Couple of weeks a go I add him in my facebook account and send a note to him expressing my deep appreciation and apologizing for not being active member in the campaign of releasing him, personally I wouldn’t excuse any one if that happen to me :), he respond with an answer that I thought I will die before I hear it from any Saudi, 26 years which is my life in Saudi Arabia and he was the first that stress on the fact that despite of my nationality I am citizen of this nation and no one can or have the right to question my love to this country, his little word was deeply touched something inside me, No wonder that he have a lot of lovers 🙂

Yet we should admit that Fouad was lucky enough to find someone looking after him and a global TV and journalism talking about his case, otherwise he would still in prison till today, I bet you on that, Tareg Albeiasi, Kareem Amer and  Ahmed Adel are just some of many are now arrested across different middle eastern country for nothing but because they did practice there right of free speech, its a crime in this part of the world

Those blogger each in his own unique way has given me something or several things that will stay with me for the rest of my life, and influenced positively and professionally the blogger I am today. because of them I am writing using my real name and my real identity, those people deserve to be remembered and deserve to keep looking after them …. what a shame on us to forget them after all they did provide

FREE THE FREEDOME 

July 4, 2009 Posted by | blogers, Personal | Leave a comment

Why to blogging in English

Ok, Some may say its the Inferiority Complex “عقدة الخواجات”, other thinks its the disbelieving of the power of our community, and some may assume its just the desire of being able to communicate and make your voice heard across the glop without barriers ..

And I say its a combination of all above + the desire of practicing and improving my English skills … yes that simple ..

Its clear that English is not my mother language, neither the main language in the society I am living on (Yet), but give me a break, in today world its really doesn’t matter if you are not speaking the native language of the people you are living between, I traveled around the world from Europe to Asia and Africa and one thing I wasn’t worry about, its the ability to communicate with others, as long I am holding in my mouth the global passport of communication “English” its become obviously expected from all nation to prepare it self to deal with that language speaker or it goanna to be a backward kind of country.

Needless to say that in today professional work environment the Arabic language are simply “useless”, being working in a multinational company its normal to deal with other in daily bases with non Arabic speaker (Philippians, American, European etc .. ) and yes its shame on you to not be able to do, its a kind of disability to not be able to, its normal for foreign person to spend years and years working in Saudi Arabia and going back home without being able to talk one word in Arabic.

I would be sad and angry from this situation if it was only about Arabic, all others languages no matter how many the population they using it are dying slowly, its become global trend this days.

I have no doubt that Arabic was and will continue to be the most beautiful language in the world, its the language of our holy book, its the language that used to write the most inspiring and beautiful poets in the world, no other language are capable to give you the deep meaning and express the most complex human feeling as Arabic do.

Yet, I can’t Ignore the fact that in my office I use English to communicate with my Arabic friend from morocco as I can’t understand his special accent of Arabic, what a ridiculous, two Arabic people using English to communicate. 

July 3, 2009 Posted by | Personal | Leave a comment

The first post

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As the title of this blog says, this is kust me and my world

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July 2, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment