The company is legitimate, and so is the ad...But the Arabic language isNASTY!!This ad made me laugh with tears this morning...Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame on me!! :)
Two visits to the doctor's office now, the first one was to confirm that YES, there is something and here it is as big as a snow flake, white and attached at the side of a black hole, and vibrating. It?s been alive for approximately 4 weeks.A month later, second visit to the doctor, the thing grew even more and is confirmed to be alive for 10 weeks now. And then there was a heartbeat; it is in my body but this time it is not mine. WOW, the thing is not only alive now but also has a heart of its own beating like crazy.Of course I also have a lot of the known symptoms that tell me and remind me of the changes happening and that I?m not alone in this body anymore!What an amazing feeling to know that there?s something alive and growing in my insides.My whole life suddenly evolves around that, my diet, my health, my activities, etc. it is all in the first place for this new life?s benefit, way before it even pops out and shouts its first cry into this world."??? ???? ???? ?? ???? ?? ????? ???? ???? ????? ??????? ?????"
[12:28] C0C0:shou el ghada?[12:28] MMMMMMMMM:bazella w rizz[12:28] C0C0:yumm, betmarre2leh sa7en please?[12:29] MMMMMMMMM:inteh shou ghadekeh?[12:29] C0C0:sa7en salata khodra maslou2a w nayyen w sandwish labneh w za3tar taba3 el terwi2a[12:29] MMMMMMMMM:ma byeshkeh min shi[12:30] C0C0:no ca va.[12:30] C0C0:balkeh ba3mil bazella w rezz bass oussal 3al bayt[12:33] MMMMMMMMM:leish la2, bi 7ebba karroum?[12:33] C0C0:eh akidement[12:33] C0C0:unless it doesn't turn out right hahahahahahSo I went on Google to find a recipe and make sure my meal turns out yummy the way Karam and I love it. And guess what!Better yet, try it for yourselves: Go toGoogle, type "bazella w rezz" in the search field, and check the first two results :))))The only thing I'm missing is the spices that I should add. Going simply with salt and pepper.
From Saturday May 3rd 2008, 9:00 a.m. until now, it has only been a blessing after another! All the heartaches and obstacles of the days before were all gone the minute I woke up on that morning, and hopefully it will only be bright skies from now on.I still giggle sometimes when someone calls me ?Madame? and even more ?Madame Karam? but I love it. Karam is a wonderful man and I am very lucky. Lebanon is a great place to be and I am thankful to Our Lady of Lebanon and to God for it all!
The best feeling in the world is when I see and hear things that look and sound friendly, likethe mountains of Lebanon peeking at me from behind the buildings on my way out of the office buildingdriving by the sea side and seeing the excitement or calm of its waterOur Lady of Lebanon looking at me from the mountain top when I?m driving home from workJesus the King greeting me with open arms either before I take the tunnel to work, or on my way back home after a hectic day and traffic jammajestic mountains and valleys that go along the way when we drive anywhere beyond the seashoreold Lebanese stone houses, with or without red rooftops, deserted or still well maintainedolder city buildings with old wooden window shades and large windows and balconieschurch bells at sunrise, noon, sunset, and on Sundaysthe full moon over the mountains. It is surely closer and brighter here, no exaggerationthe little lights in the dark sea at night, fishermen at workSunrise over the mountains and sunset in the sea...All these scenery remind me why I am attached that much to my country and why I decided to came back without even thinking of a plan B.Thank Heavens for Lebanon, for being Lebanese, and for returning back Home! :)(do I sound like a broken record yet? ;) )
"Alla ma3ak 3abdalla" said Tante Mountaha yesterday right before they closed the box again and took her husband's body to his last place. I am sure that God is indeed with this wonderful loving caring man. A lot of people are going to miss his smiling eyes and his fresh and young spirit. I already miss him myself. At least I got to see him before he left this world and I had the chance to tell him that I am back for good to marry and live in Lebanon and god his blessings.To his memory, I am posting again what I posted earlier... Goodbye Ammo Abdallah!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Abdallah Tohmé is a personality I grew to know and love in Zouk Mikael.Abdallah Tohmé, husband of Mountaha and father to Najwa, Father Joseph, and Tony, is a handyman and a mechanic by profession. After his retirement, he worked the Nawl (weaving) and the Marsaben (marzipan), two of Zouk's famous handicrafts; and all through his life he had the hobby and talent of writing and saying Lebanese poems (asayid).Abdallah Tohmé cared for me like one of his own children. As I wasn't dating any of his sons yet was always around his children, he gave me the nickname ofseasonal-daughter-in-law(kennetna el mawsamiyyi). His smile was filled with a fatherly love and an affection that I have not seen in any other smile. He always had time to chat and hang out and have fun with me and his children. I dont remember ever seeing him angry or grumpy.Abdalla Tohmé has been suffering from Multiple Myeloma for 3 years now and with God's will, he is still hanging on to life. I saw him last when I visited Lebanon in 2006 and I had no idea about his medical state. I saw a weak man, size less than half of the man I used to know, barely breathing and moving. Yet, when he saw me, his eyes were the same glowing loving eyes and his words, the few he could say were to tell me that "lots of people came to the Tohmé's lives and home, and that only very few left a trace, and that I was one of these very few people who will never be forgotten in this house".On Thursday July 5/07, Abdallah Tohmé's family and friends are commemorating his poems in a book. Along with over 400 people of his closest friends and fans, Abdallah Tohmé's life is being celebrated.This is a poem that Ammo Abdallah sent me in a voice letter (cassette) back in 1988, a year after I left for Canada. It's a poem he had written in his first letter to his family when he was working in Kuwait in 1956.????? ??????? ????? ???? ?????? ??????????? ?? ??? ?????? ????? ???? ?? ???????? ?? ??? ?????????? ??? ?????? ????????? ??????? ??????????? ????? ?????????? ????? ????????????? ????? ?????? ????? ?????? ?????????? ?? ???? ???????????? ??????? ????????? ?????? ??????????? ?? ??? ??????????? ???? ?? ???????? ?????? ???? ?????????? ?????? ????????? ???? ???? ???????????? ??? ????????? ???? ?? ???? ??? ??? ????? ??? ?????????? ???? ????? ??? ?????? ??? ??????????? ??????? ????? ???? ?????? ??????????? ?? ??? ?????? ????? ???? ?? ?????????? ?????? ????? ??? ??????? ????????? ????? ??? ??????? ??? ????? ??? ?????????? ??????? ???? ??? ???? ????? ???????? ??? ???? ???? ???? ?????? ??????????? ??????? ????? ???? ?????? ??????????? ?? ??? ?????? ????? ???? ?? ???????? ???? ?????????? ????? ????????????? ????? ??????????????? ????????? ???? ???? ????????? ????? ?????????? ???? ??????????????? ???????????? ??????? ????????? ?????? ??????????? ?? ??? ??????????? ???? ?? ?????? ????? ?? ???? ?????? ?????? ??????????? ?? ????? ??????? ??????? ???????????? ???? ?? ????????? ????? ??????????? ???? ???????? ?????? ???????????? ??????? ????? ???? ?????? ??????????? ?? ??? ?????? ????? ???? ?? ?????????????? ??????? ????? ????? ????????? ???? ??????? ????? ??????? ????????????? ??????? ????? ?? ???? ??????? ?????? ?????? ?????? ????? ??? ???? ????? ???????????? ??????? ????? ???? ?????? ??????????? ?? ??? ?????? ????? ???? ?? ??????????? ???? - ????? ????? ?? ??? ????? ??? ????? ??? 1956 ?? ??????
Our neighbor Rita used to paint and do all sort of art work. One day, seeing the mirror she painted in her bedroom I asked her to paint mine. So she came and painted it while I pretended to study so Mom won?t shout at me.OnFriday March 27, 1987, before we left to take the boat out of Lebanon, I took a lipstick and added my personal touch to the mirror, leaving my trace.21 years later, the mirror is still here waiting for me, just the way I left it!"Good bye", a big smiley face (since I belong to Zouk Mikael), my signature ?Clothilde Bakhache? with the date ?27-3-87? and a fewhearts. Some of these hearts had initials of people I ached the most for leaving. One of these intials is still clear, the one of the one who meant the most to my heart and who still does :)
I can tolerate power outages, lack of water, not having a decent Internet connection, gas and food prices going up, even clashes and explosions if this should happen again GOD FORBID! I can live with crazy stupid drivers on the roads, and people who take advantage of my ignorance of the "Lebanese way", thieves and liars. I will eventually get used to all the plastic and fake people, the nannies playing with the babies while mommies are home doing absolutely nothing more important. But there's one thing that I cannot accept, will not get used to and will never tolerate.Most of you who live in Lebanon have surely been on the busy streets of Beirut and its suburbs and been approached by kids who want to sell stuff or simply beg for some loose change. Little kids of 6 years and up (I pray they are not any younger even). It really breaks my heart to see these little people with dark like dirt faces coming to the cars' windows and sticking themselves there trying to get money. This is simply NOT HUMAN, no matter where they come from and who they are.These kids are innocent. I tried once to ask a kid to put a hat so the sun won't hit him, I don't think he understood what I was talking about, as if programmed to say certain sentences only or taught the ways of begging/selling and nothing else. Last week I offered a kid beggar a candy instead, he was no taller than the window of the car. How I wished if I could just hold him, hug him and take him to a safe and happy place.Why are these kids on the streets? Why isn't anyone taking care of them? Where are the children's organizations and why aren't they doing something to spare these kids from the animals who are stealing their innocence and their childhood from them? What will become of these children when they become men and women of the world? Will they ever grow up to be any better? Will they know how to have friends, how to laugh, how to love and be happy?Kids are supposed to be at home, cleaned up, well fed, educated and they are supposed to play, smile, and enjoy their childhood, not begging for money and put in the danger of busy streets. Something should be done about that, it is seriously very disturbing, to the point that it can be a good deed to steal these kids and take them home!!!
