Stereotype

I’m sick of all the stereotypes I hear from people about different things, like Islam. I hear a lot about Saudis, but it really doesn’t matter because we’re f**ked up already. What I’ll do is, I’ll try to clarify some of these false stereotypes through the way I perceive it..

1. The four wives stereotype

The fog (the bad idea): You can have four wives! (as if he’s saying four objects just collect them, or prostitutes just pay them, or girlfriends just play with them).

The clarification: To get married to another lady, a man is facing huge challenges. The basic main thing is finding a lady who accepts him! Then he should be prepared financially, because his spending will double, because treatment should be equal, so either two apartments or two palaces. Physical ability should be there, too; actually, the main concept of engaging with more than a wife is to regulate the person’s need instead of having a wife and a bunch of girlfriends with no responsibility towards them. (life would be easier for the guy! but it will make problems eventually in the family until it leads to divorce usually). The love can’t be split equal, and Islam said that, because a person has no control over it; but everything other than that should be treated equally as an obligation on the husband, otherwise he is officially a jerk/moron (whatever you like) & the woman can choose to divorce.
That’s why a husband most likely is engaged with one wife through the Islam history. Engaging with another wife is a regulated option/solution to solve some problems that may face them throughout life. it is not the default thing.

2. Islam and women, Islam and terrorism.

the fog is the image received.

the clarification: In Islamic history, there are a lot of great women written in the books with their biographies, from the beginning of the first woman in Islam who had a huge contribution with the prophet. These things won’t be seen in the news. Unless they are degraded, they won’t be mentioned. That’s why the image for Muslims now are unstable because of stereotype.
I saw many cartoons made in the 1960s showing Bugs Bunny in a racist behavior against Japanese (when the US had finished a war with them), against Native Americans, against Mexicans, against Vietnamese, and against Blacks. Any nation they have problem with, they degrade their image severely on the media, and some of the images last longer than planned. You can find these cartoons now only in the Congress archives (i guess), but before it was shown on public TVs, and the stupid Saudi TV was showing us these cartoons because when I was a kid we didn’t have people who produce cartoons (and I guess they didn’t know English so they didn’t realize if it promotes racism or not! idiots!). Our TV was like NZ TV, most of its programs were imported from the US, or other places. (later, cartoons begin to come from Japan itself! they’re smart!).

3. Any kind of generalization of idea over a large group.

the fog: Muslims are always in bad situations. (4example, other generalized ideas exist on different groups).

clarification:In human history, each nation had its own time when it led the science and civilization. Egyptian, Indian, African, Roman, Persian, Greek, Chinese (not sorted by time). and then a civilization that is related to a religion, not a nation, which is the Islamic, and then the European, and now it’s moving towards the east of Asia. The movie “The 13th Warrior” showed a slight story about an ambassador of a civilized country who came to Europe in its medieval era. A person shouldn’t judge people by observing a single segment or single sample. Life is wider than that. History is a good teacher.
These days, if you want to know about Islam, it’s better not to observe Muslims, because many are not applying the Islam they claim. Reading will clarify better.

4. fog: Arabians are Muslims (or vice versa).

clarification: Not all Arabians are Muslims, and if all Arabians become Buddhists, this doesn’t affect Islam in any way. Actually, ancient Jews are claimed to be from Yemen, which is Arabian. Jesus, peace be upon him, is claimed to be from Lebanon or Syria, and both are Arabian..!

Islam is a way of life, other than a religion that is separate from life, which let u have a goal to feel and live for in your daily life, other than “wake up - eat- work - sleep.. (and get laid occasionally!)”.

This post will be updated whenever I get bothered with another stereotype!

Relocation

I “relocated” from Blogger.com to this nice place, and I remembered my chat with a friend of mine who wanna “relocate”  to.. Japan! yeah! Simply he’s watching ‘anime‘ & ‘manga‘ all the time, and now thinks Japan is all kewl stuff and holy people!

I got infected a bit (I’ll talk later about dat later!), but I’m talking here about the possibility of moving to another place (i.e. country) and live there for the whole life like a normal citizen… NORMAL ONE! Can people accept you and your family (later) and kids…grandkids normally? I’m not talking necessarily about racism, but the normal acceptance as is.. and then socializing and so on.. The other thing is about loyalty, will you have the instinct love to your homeland to the new country you moved to? Your kids won’t have such troubles if the were born and raised in the new place, but you..? if your childhood really sucks and don’t wanna see it repeated, then you may consider ‘relocation’!

A common thing among Relocaters  is.. they all have exciting stories!

I love you, mom.

I’m beginning this post in the 6th day of Ramadan (what is Ramadan?). In the last year, in the first day of Ramadan, my mom went to the hospital. She was sick. Her condition got worse everyday.. She was laughing in visiting hours with us and getting off the bed easily.. then she was just smiling with “take care my Suhail” before I leave,… then she became so tired, I was coming to give her forehead a kiss,.. after days I was kissing her feet as if I’m saying please hold my mom back!.. and in the 21st of Ramadan, on Friday afternoon, my mom passed away…

Ramadan has always happy moments, and most people loves it when it comes.. I didn’t feel last Ramadan… Actually, Since I entered the university in 2001, I didn’t live Ramadan with my family, because my university was in another region, 400km (250 miles) away from my hometown. after 5 years, in 2006, I had my internship (which is a 6 to 7 months of practical training in an organization anywhere in the world) in a place in my hometown, and I was happy because I’ll be with my family for the first time since I was in high school! But simply it didn’t happen, and it hurt me deeply, but with complete silence. Everything was blowing inside, whereas from outside, I seem like a senseless human who didn’t drop a tear or looked sad after his mother’s death.

My professor & adviser for the internship was so understanding and wonderful person, and I’ll never forget his cooperation with me during that period. He was asking about my family and how are they doing as if it’s his problem.
I finished my internship and got the grade. (it was good btw).

After an additional semester I finished my BS in Management Info Systems. I remember when I was admitted in the university, my mom cried happily! Crying is the peak for happiness, as well as for sadness. When I was feeling upset, I call her, and she was always cheering me up. Sometimes I feel that I wanna be good just to make her happy! I was always looking forward her attendance in my graduation ceremony. “Life is not fair”, you’re right Tiger. I’d rather rephrase it to Life is not equality, but rather a balance. some happiness comes along with sadness. some rich people, other are poor.. bad moments were suffered as nice moments were enjoyed..

-The End-

Hello world!

Salam! this “Hello World” is the usual phrase we print in our first programming class. I began with Java, and tried Python. The latter is recommended in case you care.

This blog is for me << really?! <<yeah! really! > & Since I’m a guy, from Mars, I don’t share my feelings with others, and I need this blog to be my message-in-a-bottle which I throw to the sea every time I want to say something..

It doesn’t matter for me if no1 will be reading, it’s just to relief what is inside..

My language is Arabic, so expect some Arabic posts, because with the Arabic language you can express every tiny thing (almost). Rain, for example, has more than 10 names, depending on its strength, and sometimes it’s just synonym. Ofcourse the used words are few, but in old Arabic literature you’ll find a bunch of synonyms that I, sometimes, ask my dad about.

So, let’s proceed with posting, and commenting, and laughing, and crying, and all this stuff,….. Life will never be constant in one condition, neither for a person, nor for a nation..

peace!

BriTe