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If your candle is lit, let others light their candles too This is a follow up on the birthday thing, If you don't know the big deal about it then you can Read More Here . For those who are still in the ambiance, two people actually managed to lift their spirits, kept my request in mind and actually DID something that made THEM or someone else happy. One of those was great enough to lift an errand off her sister's shoulders, and I quote: " ...so yesterday i fried some lebanese pancakes (atayef ) instead of my sister, and i made a beautiful presentation for my family.. hehehe and they were like ! atayef ! .. i shocked my parents yesterday and they were happy .. it's somethin simple .. still i dedicate that to u bro .. so happy birthday !! " On the other hand, that other person was also charming enough to remember what I asked for when she spent some time with her special one, and I quote: " Nath !! it's not the usual Happy Bday..it's a special day

Photo credit:  http://tuneoftheday.blogspot.com   I have no clue what effort have I put to deserve such superficial birthday wishes from people who supposedly share a place for me in their hearts. It was time for a change, a simple change that reflects both my utmost satiation with the ongoing blind reaction most of us get on their birthday, and at the same time providing people that mean to me a chance to arise from a constant numbness that cursed our social interaction. It was time for us to realize that "Wishing" is not enough, the first step begins in action. Surely I wasn't asking anything for ME, I begged people to go do something for themselves, consider my birthday as a sign from god that this day, just like any other day when it's surely someone else's birthday, is a day to embrace happiness, not smiling-all-the-time happiness, I'm talking here about inner peace. Do What You Love.. Here's what I posted  on my  Facebook Profile  just tonight:

Chanting Boy, credit goes to: deZein art " dezeinart.blogspot.com " A man took his 4yr old child to the mosque to introduce him to the religious ethics at a young age. The child began to get bored really quickly of the dull sit down, the loud tone of the sheikh and the repetitive echo coming from the walls. The father was not pleased at all from his son's behavior. Thinking he was such an open minded 20th century father, he took him to the church. The child soon began to look at the ceiling wondering what's the purpose of sitting there listening to preaching just like in the mosque. He asked his father " why do we have to sit here and say such hard words?" The father replied " this is praying for god, each of us has their own way ". The next morning, the father couldn't find his son. Looking in the backyard he followed his tiny voice and spotted him underneath a tree crossing legs and chanting the alphabet in a loud musical tone. The father

I received the morning call from our sweet secretary telling me I got mail. As soon I knew of the package downstairs, I screamed inside a huge "YAY", which, to my surprise later was the same reaction the MOO people have expected for me. The package was so tiny yet so marvelous. What's shown up there is the thank you card along with a discount coupon on the back ^_^ Just as I've been told, the box contains 50 awesomely designed business cards that hid below this little critter screaming out loud a cute " BOO, I can see you ", which actually was the nicest gesture, enough to make me smile. BOO, I can see you 6 different cover photos a custom made message on the back :) I got the cards totally for free, as an offer I received through an affiliate website, paid only the shipping charges of 4USD. 2 weeks later, voila! they're at my office. If you would like to know more I'd be happy to fill you in with all the details :) *UPDATE*: it

I'm taking a break from thoughtful topics, and writing only for the sake of writing. For my loyal readers, you might have noticed already the new layout. The most valuable up to this moment is the  Bucket List Page  where I recently decided to share some of my most private aspirations. The bucket list, or othwise known as "Things to do before I die" list, is already written in my diaries, originally a few items, now having 107 of them, number is still growing. Looking back at the first few items in the Bucket List, one can only sarcastically smile noticing how much has he grown. Other pages apparently having their names inside quotes, are in fact search results for the mentioned topic. "Photography"  for example brings you all posts where I emphasized the essence of photography... Enjoy

Group photo, courtesy of Nath Halawani "Our Hugs from the heart.. Made last night a "night to remember".. You guys & gurls were AMAZING"... So much joy was gathered on that Hamra-scented corner, where several joyful human beings came holding the most powerful weapon of all, a relaxing smile it was. I must admit I came ill and tired, but the thrill of our last flashmob 2 weeks ago was enough to make the pain vanish on that same corner. Amazingly they all came at the time we already set earlier, and to a much more astonishment, numbers of newcomers began to rapidly rise. Last time they came alone, each by himself, which made them heroes as I once called them. But this time was completely different since the groups that came were, each by themselves, the main essence of such a flashmob. Tribute to her lover .."It was really awesome. Thanks for brightening up our lives!".. Hug me and touch my hair for free Rules were explained a

This is NOT for the people having any sort of a mind. Please take off your shoes, the shoes of your soul, and come along, you'll be seeing miracles. (more below)

When the Fail is so strong, one Facepalm is not enough. And here goes your part 2 "Pizza" While working at a pizza parlour I observed a man ordering a small pizza to go. He appeared to be alone and the cook Asked him if he would like it cut Into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time Then said 'Just cut it  into 4 pieces; I don't think I'm hungry Enough  to eat 6 pieces. They walk among us! "Dumb as a box of Rocks" A  noted psychiatrist was a guest speaker at an academic function where Nancy Pelosi happened to appear. Ms Pelosi took the opportunity to schmooze the good doctor a bit and asked him a question with which he was most at ease. "Would you mind telling me,  Doctor" she asked, "how you detect a mental deficiency in somebody who appears completely normal?" "Nothing is easier", he replied. 'You ask a simple question which anyone should answer with no trouble. If the person hesitates,

Because expressing how dumb that was in words just doesn't work This is a series of really hilarious, yet inspiring posts and short stories we encounter on a daily basis. While some of us are getting blinder each and every day, we simply can't disregard the inevitable stupidity of some of us. Let's face it, we've been ALL there before. Have a blast people, here it comes. Disclaimer: The "Those walk among us" series are not my work in any way, nor did I ever put any effort in creating the ideas and examples they emphasize. Enjoy! "The Fridge" Some  guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get  rid of his old fridge, he put it in his front yard  and hung a Sign on it saying: 'Free to good  home. You want it, you take it.' For three days  the fridge sat there without anyone looking  twice. He eventually decided that people were  too mistrustful of this deal. So he changed the  sign to read: 'Fridge for sale $50.' The  next

All I said I needed was to hit the beach, at least once before summer is over. What I actually found was my ass resting on the side of the highway. Probably this was the retreat I was seeking when my tongue spoke about a beach. I'm not far from the waves, though I'm hearing and breathing the same as there, getting hit by the same amount of sun, and being tortured with the extreme heat just as if I were there. The only difference is that I still got my clothes on, which I wouldn't mind to take off by the way. "What on earth is that man doing there? Is he trying to get himself a sunburn?" This is what the bypassers are thinking, maybe. But now I'm fully aware that the beach, in my case, is not the wave and the water, it's not the entry fee nor the guards, it's not the tan nor the cream, it's the sole state of being alone... I needed it more than anything. Too much confusion in my life makes everything far from all reason, far from every bit of sa

Ever been in a bus/train/taxi and noticed a spot where you imagined yourself standing with your tripod shooting the photograph of the year? Exactly what drove me to a pretty far location away from where I lived, only to capture what I thought was the photo of the year. At some point while going there I said to myself "Hold on, I'm REALLY far now and I can't guarantee I'll manage my way back at midnight". So it was either to lead myself to that spot whatever might happen later, or I go back home. Just as my closest friend taught me, I found myself there at last, in the depths of the highway night, nothing to be seen, no fresh air to enjoy, nothing but the sizzling sounds of cars driving by on the highway at top speed. At some particular recent time in the past I used to disgrace my camera, hated its guts for its LOW performance in one of the occasions at the time. This got me frustrated pretty bad and got me looking for other alternatives, even though my budget

Is there something wrong with never getting angry?

There were 12 of us, gathered indifferently, totally randomly. We didn't know each other before, we were clueless of who will we meet, what we'll be doing, and what would the reactions be like. 12 distinct bodies we were, but it appeared to me later that we were much less than 12, we were one. Each and everyone of them was the joy the streets witnessed that afternoon, sticking their cardboards on restaurants windows, or simply popping up in front of the passengers, thus spreading happiness, if not with a hug, then by a simple gesture. They were heroes, explaining our goal for anyone who wondered, breaking the ice to anyone who had his doubts and fears, bringing joy to silent alleys and dull restaurants. Smile never left their faces even though the whole walk was seriously tiring under that afternoon's burning sun. Too many people spotted us, too many souls rejoiced for once, too many smiles were born that day, too many lives will be changed afterwards. I recall some of