THIS MORNING, EVERY YEAR.

On this day, April 22^nd, of each year I get lots of memories played back in my head… those that give me a wide smile…

I was 13, the eldest among my brothers when we all went on a Saturday night to the hospital to see our new brother, he was small and looked funny to me, the nurse told me they put him under light to keep him warm. Dad said we have to leave him and mom there till tomorrow and go home to get ready to go to school the next day.When the school day was over I went to the bus driver and asked him to drive me home first so I get to see my new brother, and he did. I arrived home and mom was sleeping, and so was my “name-less” brother. I spent like 10 minutes trying to carry him in my arms without “breaking” him.He had strong black eyes and the doctors said, as with all my brothers, hes gonna be tall when he grows up. It took us a week to pick a name for him.

I remember all the stages, how we used to dress him funny, how he used to climb the stairs, pull his legs and bite his feet, how we all gathered to watch him take a bath. His first smile, steps, words, teeth, taking him to the super market, taking him to KG, his toys, his little noisy shoes, the uniform when he was old enough to go to school, how I fixed his books and went to buy his school bag and all the pens and colors on the beginning of every school year, teaching him to get dressed and tie his shoes, teaching him to use the telephone, and later the computer, and how we used to laugh at him when he’s proudly looking in the mirror wearing a black suit to attend a wedding when he was around 5 years old.

I remember all the funny words he used to say and how we still use them now to make fun of him, the computer was ewweekel, mamnoo3 was na3noo3, burger king was hambur king (the last one is in our vocabulary and used untill now hehehe

Today he is 12, tall, strong and weights more than me, smart, dependable and can take care of himself and maybe even others. But he will always be my sweet little cute baby brother that I love with all my heart.

Happy birthday Basel.

شر البلية يحولك الى تمساح

شر البلية يحولك الى تمساح
نعم، مزبوط، و تمساح مبسوط كمان.

بعد بلوة الموبايل، و بلوة السيارة، بلشت البلاوي تنهال علي من كل الجهات ، حرب من كل الجبهات، و بحب هون اعطي خلاصة تجربتي التي ما زالت مستمر و البلاوي منهمرة (اون غوينغ سيريز اوف ديزاسترز) للفائدة بحيث ممكن تقفزو الى المرحلة الأخيرة مباشرة بدون ما تمرو بحالات الحيرة و الانفصام:

 1.أول بلوة:  بكل روح رياضية، تبتسم و تقول: يالله بسيطة.

2. بعد تاني بلوة، بكل روح رياضية تفتعل ابتسامة و تفكر بشيء من الحيرة:  شو هالصدفة…

3. بعد وابل من البلاوي تتلخبط مبادئك و افكارك و معتقداتك بحيث تؤمن بالخزعبلات:   هادا كلو مستحيل صدفة اكيد هاد سحر وللا حجاب…

4. في كل مرة بتحاول انك تصحصح من حم الضربة، بتيجي كمان ضربة. تصل الى مرحلة لا تستطيع فيها استيعاب ما يجري من احداث متسارعة و تصاب بحالة من الذهول و تمشي على غير هدى و عليك (فيس اكسبرشن) غير ذا معنى.

5. اخيرا: تستوعب ما يجري بالضبط و بكل وضوح و بكل بساطة: اتربقت الدنيا على دماغك. نعم هو هيك. و في هذه اللحظة المفصلية تتحول الى تمساح.  تمساح مبتسم لا يحس لا بل بلاوي اللي صارت و الا بالبلاوي اللي بتصير و للا اللي بدها تصير.

ألف مبروك

وجبات هشة

this makes me feel sorry for those who don’t speak english looooooooool

FORZA ITALIA

Per te che non hai visto la partita:sei pazzo,ti sei perso non mezza,ma tutta la tua vita… è stata una partita emozionanteitalia e la prima! italia e la seconda! italia e la terza! italia mi ha fatto felice, non per una sera, ma per i prossimi quattro anni. italia ha vinto! senza i rigori! la  squarda italiana e la migliore!

molto grazie per tutti che mi hanno telefonato ieri!

una foto con mio fratello prima della partita! e un’altra per me da sola dopo hahahhahahh