I wish I remember his name, for he had remained in the back of my mind till this day today.
“I remember they were exactly like the ones I saw on that bus the other day. You’re going to Tripoli, right?”
That was what one man who had picked me up, over two years ago, while waiting for a mini-bus to take me back home after one long hectic day at work. He pulled over and shouted “Tla3” meaning “hop in”, and to my utter surprise, being shouted at by an army lieutenant behind his driving wheel with his rugged military voice, was enough to obey, well at least until my curiosity was satisfied and I'd figure out what the hell was going on. It wasn't until he threw in those two sentences that I knew what he was talking about. A couple months earlier, it seems, he kind of met me on one of those huge Connexion buses to Tripoli, but – funny enough – he only remembers my white sneakers, the reason why he was more than certain it was the same guy standing there on that sidewalk of Mathaf that evening.
Aside from all the shortcuts he had taken, from all the traffic lights he had crossed, it was his bittersweet conversation and pieces of advice that he eventually poured down on me, that had left that ride unforgettable. Bottom line of his advice was “you my boy have no passion, you’re an empty person. Next time I meet you I want to see your eyes glare with the sparkles of a passion”. I was left crashed at the time, nobody had ever said such things to me, yet he was a 50-yr old Army Lieutenant and giving harsh commands was his daily bread, which made it sound a little bit easier for me. Little had I known though, there would come one day that my eyes would spark the same way he had ordered me, and that I would remember his words resonating in my ears till that day.
“What’s your biggest achievement so far?”But then it hit me like a thunder, I finally have a passion, something to be proud of :) All those dull personal questions I used to receive at interviews and that I had answered with quite perfect utopic unrealistic answers, are now becoming reals answers with a real passion and not having to worry about the way I stutter at these interviews anymore! I'm working my ass off to finish my projects and working till late at night for the sake of meeting my deadlines, not even caring about the amount of food I'm having or the fun I'm getting, which is not necessarily a good thing, yet it's my definition of a passion.
“On an engineering level you mean?”
“It doesn't matter, just give me something you’re proud of.”
“Oh, then that must be helping put Tripoli back on the map, nationally and internationally, through my photos. Oh and wait, being Mashrou’ Leila’s official photographer as well!”
|Tearsheets of the sites and articles where my photos were published.|
The Sneakers' Bio
You don't have to remain stuck with a silly office job or a dull routine kind of life. Find what makes your eyes glow, believe in yourself and trust your instinct, you'll have the time of your life, that's for sure :)