the old woman who does not like me

 What if a person can vomit him or herself when going through difficult times? or vomiting when he feels disgusted by something. 

will it possible be a relief?,will it be a black dust as we see in horror films?, Or will it be a gel or mucus?, and what color will it be the color?; Black or blue or gray?.
I imagine that someone was able to vomit his/her self. Then do we call what comes out the hollow man?,
 Is he going to be alive or dead?, And how will the face look like?;
 So .. In the process of vomiting, one gets rid of human concerns, from the illusions in his life.
 How attractive and frightening this idea, ... but ... wait a moment!! ; What drove me to the this level of thinking?,
 And how could my imiagination drag me to imagine my body without the a soul,
 all i can still remeber is that i am siting on acatche  in the house of an old Victorian in the (West Hempstead)
 with an old blonde woman who does not like me.all what gets to talk to her is the rent that I pay her for my room.


you are  back to be absent-minded again , O miserable!!;
this how the old woman cut off the old "dark" thoughts in my mind, then added: I see you're living in your imagination more than reality.
This could be a big problem , you need to get rid of it quickly, otherwise I you are going crazy soon.

I Respond, saying: Insanity is the last thing in the list of my fears,
but sometimes I do I need to unload large shipments of pent-up energy.
Crazy people are lucky becuase they act without concerning about people's reaction.

she Says: You wish to become insane? ... Hah

I shall answer:  I just hope I get some privileges that the crazy crazy people have!!

privileges?!!!

I say: Yes .. privileges. Insane person is not interested in the opinion of the people,
and they do not pay attention to their reactions. he/she does not think of anything, and this in itself is a huge achievement!!.
The equation is simple, from my point of view; you either to overcome your fear and illusions and become wise;
or that you become crazy. It is also privileges becuase they have nothing to fear from it, or afraid of it.

and whichever you choose: to be wise or be mad?

I shall answer: It's not a choice; It is a faith! .I decide to hide behind this word because
I think that hard choices need to be something the size of fate to separate them.

the old woman did not say anything, but looked at me with combination of surprise , pity and resentment!!.
 Maybe now she is saying to herself, From which mine of cole this miserable object came from?.
Faith is  this huge horrible word. We deal with faith as it is something inevitable and it is our duty to obey, without protesting or arguing;

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Hi All

  I don't really know where to start but it's fair to say that I will never forget the past 8 months. I know I spend the first 5 months of the Libyan  revolution in Canada, but I was following every single step and moment of the revolution. I am in Misurata since August1, and it is so different in here. Giving the fact that Misurata suffered the most, the city is amazingly recovering. I am working with a French company called Acted. It is a non-profit organization and they are really surprised about how organized  Misurat is. Since Qadaffi forces were kicked out from the city, there are lots of new activities and magazines. There are about 14 news papers most of  which are bi-weekly released.

Some of the beautiful seen that I witness in here is whenever the freedom   fighters,rebels, gain a victory in the ground, civilians go on the streets crying, hugging each other and waving flags. Women and children sprinkle rose water over the cars that pass, which is a custom usually reserved for  the bride and groom at weddings. I attended 3 lectures aming to improve the infostructre of Misurata and one lecture discussing the new constitution. It feels like all these people were hidden till the revolution started. as if they all were waiting for the revolution against Qadaffi to do something  for the country.

 I know I lost my only brother for this revolution. He was fighting with the freedome fighters after Qadaffi raped and killed so many people in misurata. He was protecting our familes/children and women from being killed or raped. We all die ,it is the way you die is what matters. People here think of people like my brother as heros. There are so many graffic and pictures of them in walls and cars. The names of the people being killed are written on one big wall, named the wall of the martyr.

 people here work as one big family, everyone gets involved in doing something useful. There are lots of stories to be told, but I honestly can not describe the great environment and the high spirit in here.

  As some of you may know, any sense of Libyan identity and narrative has been hijacked by the nightmare of the Gaddafi regime. In fact it had been the programme of the dictatorship to capture and corrupt even the minutest details of individuals' stories.

   For the first time in our history the idea of democracy is a real, tangibl idea, not a fairy tale. Revolutions aren't about negative objectives, about simply getting rid of people. the world is  about discovering who we are; and what it means to be Libyans.
 
 
 
   Munir
 

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Libyan revolution in Misurata

I don't write to about my community often, but this year is special because it's the Feb 17 revolution baby and many people don't know much about it.
 
Let me tell you a little bit about my story. I am living a couple miles from Tripoli street, and I was the kind of person who thought  local community doesn't matter anymore if we've got the internet and tv. The only time I thought about my neighbors so seriously was when I hoped they wouldn't bother me with nonsense.
 
When the Tripoli street fell, I found myself talking to more people in the days after Feb 17 than ever before. People said hello to neighbors (next-door and across the city) who they'd normally  ignore. People were looking after each other, helping each  other, and meeting up with each other. You know, being neighborly.
 
A lot of people were thinking that maybe Feb 17 revolution could bring
people together in a lasting way. We didn't know if it would work. Most people thought it was a crazy idea -- especially because Qadaffi regime was designed to make people distrust one another and stay distanced  .
 

After the success of Libyan revolution, people in Misurata who were partners in the battle field are often happen to grow businesses and bands together, they teach and
motivate each other, they babysit each other's kids and find other ways to work together. They have fun and find solace together. They make friends and form powerful community. It's powerful feelings.
 
It's a wonderful revolution in local community, and it's thanks to everyone who sacrificed their life to stand against Qadaffi brutal regime.
 
 
Qadaffi didn't make us too scared to go outside or express our feelings to "strangers". Feb 17 didn't rip us apart. No, it was meant for us for building new community together!!!!
 
Qadaffi fell, but we rise up. And we're just getting started with building a new democratic and and just state.

I am loving in it!!

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Take a handful of dust from Misurata

It's six thirty in the evening, I'm in a coffee shop in the center of Ottawa Downtown .In Ottawa where I lived, worked and studied for over 5 years. The heat of the few days of the summer in Ottawa made me remember the hot breezes of city of Misurata. Often a question wraps around and presses my body ,my soul and my heart, when will I see the tyrant vanishes away on my dear homeland, so I can breathe freedom after it has been washed with the blood of martyrs' bones?.

The tyrant prepared a war machine led by his criminals sick children, along with tens of thousands of mercenaries from all quarters, mainly Africans, occupying, destroying, burning and raping following the orders of  Muammar Gaddafi to hurt his Libyan's people. All revolutions the Arab regions faced violence, but a revolution in Libya had a uniqueness to it. This is based on the uniqueness of Gaddafi's bloody dictatorship personality .Gaddafi was superior to all of the giants and tyrants, for the first time in history, waging war on his people.

The youth of Misurata raised the pyramids of blood and spread the fragrance of freedom. Misurata the steadfastness and the confrontation, Stalingrad of the century and the icon of freedom. I walked in the spirit of life, and wrapped her[Misurata] name on the conscience of the world, and chanted to the conscience of human grandeur. O soul of a national song, O my age, and chills and sentimental, I send you a call of love, Loving you is a sign out of respect to you and magnifications. My love, you donated blood, flesh and soul, engraved the crown of your freedom your. Misurata you are an expression of rejection of the occupation and submission.



Thanks to our young people rables who pushed tyrant away and protect our women and children in Misurata.

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