Sunday, December 6, 2009

Lebanese to Israel: Hands off our hummus!



Lebanese chefs react after preparing a massive plate of hummus, seen in the middle, weighing more then 2,056 kilograms, during a bid to break a record previously held by Israel and reclaim ownership over the popular Middle Eastern dish, in Beirut, Lebanon, Saturday Oct. 24, 2009. The event is part of a simmering war between Lebanon and Israel over regional cuisine. Lebanese businessmen accuse Israel of stealing traditional Middle Eastern dishes, like hummus, and marketing them worldwide as Israeli products.


((AP Photo/Hussein Malla))

from: http://www.connpost.com/ci_13634457

I am addicted to حمص (Hummus)

TITLE: I am addicted to حمص

DATE: 11/14/2006 20:00:28





I am addicted to  Hummus حمص





I cant stop eating Hummus
عن جد... مش قادرة اوقف أكل حمص   ... بحبه بحبه
بموت في ربه


والله

شكرا يا رب على الحمص

Thank you God for the Hummus











 with olive oil زاكي مع زيت الزيتون


 and salt and lebon وملح ولمون


 and hot pita وكماج سخن

 



  and summak and cummin
وسماق وكمون

  and a fresh tomato وحبة بندورة



 






 and some olives مع شوية زتون






 God bless the Hummus يسعد رب الحمص





My feet are planted in the ground

But I want my head to be in he stars at the same time. to relax to the fact that things are taken care of, what will happen will happen and things are where they are and that is how it is . maybe there is a deeper meaning for things and maybe there isnt. But fighting what will happen doesnt make sense. it will not prevent it. and yes we do our best so that the outcome is favourable to us, but we can never control the outcome , just influence it , maybe - slightly. OR do we create reality with our thoughts? or prayers? I dont know . One thing I know is that if i am supposed to loose my job or home or money etc... it will happen, and just like a tree or a fish is taken care of I will be taken care of. history has proved it.
 
What makes my heart beat and my lungs breathe will keep me alive just as t happened before, lifts me from the lowest of the lowest to a place I never thought I will be in. I sometimes think that the collective thoughts of the people around us and who think of us in addition to our own thoughts is what creates our reality, or more accurately co-create our reality along with the mystery of God ... the universe ... what beats my heart and makes my lungs breathe and my eyes see...
so if you are surrounded by racists for example , and they all lay a negative discourse on you, say you are living in the heart of the most racist town and you are the only aboriginal person , all the people around you are projecting on you . they are dressing you with a particular discourse: the looser, the drunk , the lazy one.. etc... they treat you as such , you start believing them , if you believe in something but 1000 people around you tell you that you are wrong you start doubting yourself. They are creating your reality and you are playing along if you dont stand firm with your feet planted in the ground.
so there is a big story, everyone is part of writing it, if we dont pay attention who is writing our story , it will not be written like we want , we end up living someone else's dreams not yourself, lost , miserable, weak, self resentful etc...

BUT, what is the line between self deception and standing your ground, being egotistic and refusing to change or see yourself vs allowing others to write your story.. sometimes - actually more often than not, these things mix up in my mind . Once i let it go all the way and .. I paid a very high price. so I will never allow anyone to write my story no matter what.  I wont let it happen. Whatever we think we will attract - they say. So we shouldnt focus our energy on the negative and be very aware of the dangerous consequences.



الغصة كبيرة... بس الأمل أكبر
مش راح أسمح لحدا يهدني... يكسر نفسي أو عزيمتي




My inner Cat Blog

i know .. that sounds very geeky and weird. but my inner cat has a blog! Is it weird that I have an inner cat , or that a cat has a blog? or both?

you know how cats are, they like attention.
i had to post this for her ..

:)



لا تسألوني Dont ask me ما اسمه حبيبي what the name of my beloved is -فيروز Fairuz






لا تسألوني
Dont ask me
ما اسمه حبيبي
what my beloved's name is
اخشى عليكم
I worry about you
ضوعة الطيوب
from the fragrances that will fill the air
والله
I swear
لو بحت بأي حرف
If I mention one word
تكدس الليلك في الدروب
The lailacs will fill the roads

لا تسألوني
Don't ask me
ما اسمه
What is his name
حبيبي
My beloved


ترونه في ضحكة السواقي
You see him in the laughter of the streams
في رفة الفراشة اللعوب
and in the fluttering of the playful butterfly
في البحر في تنفس المراعي
In the ocean , in the breath of the meadows
وفي غناء كل عندليب
and in the snging of every nightingale

في ادمع الشتاء حين يبكي
In the tears of winter when it cries
وفي عطاء الديمة السكوب
and it the generosity of the black cloud
that is pregnant with rain
محاسن لا ضمها كتاب
 Beauty that wasnt written in a book
ولا ادعتها ريشة الأديب
or claimed by the pen of a writer

لا تسألوني ما اسمه
 Dont ask me what his name is
كفاكم
 enough ..stop
فلن أبوح باسمه
I will not tell you his name
حبيبي
My beloved..

لا تسألوني
Dont ask me
ما اسمه حبيبي
what the name of my beloved is
اخشى عليكم
I worry about you
ضوعة الطيوب
from the fragrances that will fill the air
والله
I swear

لو بحت بأي حرف
If I mention one word

تكدس الليلك في الدروب
The lailacs will fill the roads

لا تسألوني
Don't ask me
ما اسمه
What is his name
حبيبي
My beloved


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