علا عليوات's Blog, page 15

عن التخلف المعشش في النفسيات

ملاحظة: هذا المقال يعتمد على الرأي والملاحظات والمتابعة الشخصية سواءً فيما يتعلق بالأحداث أم بالشخصيات
كتير مؤسف إنه أخبار الطوش والعركات اللي بتتبع حدث معين بتستقطب ناس أكتر من الحدث الفني نفسه

امبارح كان يوم مهم لموسيقية أردنية واعدة وفي رأيي من أحسن الموجودين على الساحة حالياً. الحفلة الأولى لغيا ارشيدات ما كانت بس نتيجة أربعة أشهر من التحضير والحماس بل نتيجة سنوات من الشغف والدراسة والتمرين. أي حدا بعرف غيا شخصياً أو بتابع نشاطاتها بعرف شو بتعنيلها الموسيقى وشو بتعنيلها حفلتها الموسيقية ال...

What Happened in 2013

This is a personal post, if you’re looking for world events please refer to your nearest news website.

I know they year isn’t over yet, but I decided to do an early inventory.

So, if my life was a drama series, 2013 would be one season that ended with too many cliffhangers. Many issues I’m still waiting to resolve or maybe just convincing myself there’s still something to do about them and it’s not final yet.

Let’s hope these get cleared up in 2014.

I wish I could say I had a more productive year...

On the Way and Back

I’ve been avoiding driving long distances since the snow storm. Yesterday however I was dragged out by good friends to meet and discuss a project somewhere in Jabal Amman.

With reinforcement against what’s supposed to be the beginning of winter (Yes, turns out astronomically what we saw last week wasn’t winter, it was the just trailer) I set out at around 5:30 from my home since we agreed to meet at 6. Usually this would be early as it normally takes 15 minutes to get to Rainbow street from wh...

das Leben ist kurz

This post comes to you by Google Translator

This is not a post about German language actually. I mean it’s funny how everyone is hounding it these days but to think of it, it seems like the Germans asked for it when they came up with this dialect-turned-language. Nothing against it, but I can’ for the life of me understand how they got the courage to write poetry and delicate literature with it. No wonder people committed suicide because of a Goethe’s Sorrows of Young Werther. I mean it’s bad...

Small Lives: Short Stories

In the course of years during which I’ve been blogging, I’ve written a number of short stories, English short stories. Those stories have a special place in my heart and I’ve always felt it was wrong to have them buried in the blog archives and wanted to bring them back to the surface again. I thought of publishing them, in print, but then I’ve ever been fond of the idea of publishing an English book in an Arab country. So, after some search and asking around I decided to go with e-publishing...

The Occasional Visitors

Have I told you about the black bird?

It happened a couple of times. I would wake up to the sound of rustling leaves in the garden, actually one of the things I love about the new house is that my room overlooks a “batch” of garden with a vine and a seasonal tree. So, I would hear the sound of the falling tree leaves, all golden and crunchy on the ground, and I’d get up to see what’s out there. I’ve always been fascinated with the animal world so something inside me would be hoping that it wou...

Committment is a Two-Way Street

I’m sick of all the stereotyping going on, not only in the media but also in the minds of people and the daily conversations reflecting their perception of reality, or their denial of it.

For example, there’s this image of the woman running after a man who’s in turn running for his life. You know, the girl nagging about wanting to take a relationship to the next level, make it official, get him committed. Now I realize this happens, especially in a society were single men enjoy more liberties...

That Moment…

That moment when you’re watching a movie and a character starts to speak your mind…

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder… do I do it because I like it or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t want an answer. I want to send this cosmic question to the void. So, good night, dear void.

But I do like my life, so I really don’t care w...

A Conversation with Tubby – 9

I found him nestled above a tree, all shaggy and famished. The sound of munching leaves gave him away.

Me: Where in the world have you been? I left no stone unturned looking for you. Come on down.

Tubby: How would I know you will not hurt me?

Me: Come on now, you know we never really hurt each other

[He rolled his eyes as if trying to remember something]

Tubby: Have I never hurt you? I do remember you getting angry once or twice.

Me [sighing patiently]: You provoked me, that’s it. The only time you...

The Lost Imaginary Friend

Tubby is missing.

He ran away in solidarity with another imaginary character to whom I did something really horrible. Of course the imaginary character is not imaginary but for Tubby it is, since he’s imaginary and we, real people, are imaginary to him.

Anyone who sees Tubby or his companion please tell them to answer the phone, check their e-mail or Mail box.

Please advise Tubby to commit suicide because I’m thinking of creative ways to kill him. While the other not-so-imaginary friend, well, i...