Saturday, July 29
A Masseuse in Love
“Neither a Masseuse nor a Courtisan can fall for love”
Jasmine pearls floating around him
Flattering the wine muscles in a water tub
A circle of fluttering tea candles
Atop the tub’s rim
Closed by the lust of her thighs
Under the weight of his back arms
His black tresses covering the velvety flesh
Like a fig leaf through which a diamond
Centering the softness of her belly
To witness his surrender to her touch
As he rendered her knees open
All the way to her heart
Sipping champagne on her settee
Drunken with liquor and love
Her hands against his foot molesting
His toe parted her generous lips
Exorbitant with the tease
She took it in
To preach the invader
With teeth and tongue
The holiness of lust
When touch gives in to wetness
When body gives in to music
A dancing serpent at God’s feet
Face buried in the pillows, he’s unabashed
Of the blatant candle lights on his nudity
Caressing the whiteness of a towel
Complimenting the darkness of his thighs
Against the maroon muslin of her bed
Could be mistaken for Monet’s painting
Or some statue of roman Gods
Who on earth could resist!
Sight, smell and touch
A feast to lover’s heart
Reaching a hand he felt her lions
As the backrub genteelly eased
To the nerves that was teased
Her busy mind questioned as she placed
“The Book of Courtisan” on the shelf
While preparing for her next appointment
There was no time for love
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 4:02 PM::
Tuesday, July 25
Lebanon; the land of freedom is hijacked
Lebanon; the land of beauty is demolished
Lebanon; the land of love is bombarded with hate
Lebanon; the land pride is hungry and injured
Lebanon; the land of prosperity is brought to its knees
Lebanon; the land of dignity is crying
Lebanon; the land of history is dying
Lebanon; the land of hope is calling
It’s time to pay back
It’s time to extend a hand to our beloved land
I remember at the very early stages of Kuwait invasion by Iraq, I was checking the radio and TV to find out what the Arab and Muslim countries were doing to help us- nothing, not even mentioning the news- surprised?
The only voice I heard was coming from Lebanon
Kuwaiti Wafa group initiated this move and they need all the help they can get.
Please be human and contribute as much as you can; donate, spread the word, any small effort is a big effort. Sharing is caring
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 3:44 PM::
Sunday, July 23
Illusion / Reality
Fresh scents, voices
With drumbeats mixing sounds
Everyone seemed joyous around
Candles burning their souls out
Flames swaying to your smile-
The only visible smile
Regardless of the crowd
Last night you were mine
Soul and body totally mine
And if I was to believe in heaven
You must’ve been the Divine
Time bade us its farewell
Gradually stripping to light
But no one seemed around
Only your smile
Only your words
Only your weary eyes
Soaring to cloud nine
And suddenly struck
With canons on Lebanon
And dropped in my lap
A bleeding heart
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 3:54 PM::
Thursday, July 20
On Monday 15/05/2006 the parliament was dissolved over the constituent’s controversy. And on 17/07/2006 the five constituents was finally approved.
Here are some pictures published in the newspapers, and I’m posting them here as a journal of the memorable day:
And while we’re at it; I’m posting Bu Rakan’s article that was published in Alqabas on 18/07/2006 for the same reason:
18/07/2006 بقلم: عبداللطيف الدعيج
لو انها رادة لي لما هللت وكبرت لأن إقرار قانون الخمس دوائر اتى ضمن شرط ملغوم وهو ان تطبيق القانون لن يسري الا على انتخابات الفصل التشريعي الثاني عشر، يعني في انتخابات 2011، وهذا يتوافق تماما وما طالبت وسعت له قوى الفساد. مع ان حل مجلس الامة، ان تم يعني - ان لم اكن مخطئا - الدعوة الى انتخابات فصل جديد، لكن الامر ليس رادا لي، وهناك جهود يجب ان تقدر وتضحيات ليس من العدل ان تهمل.. لهذا سأهلل وأكبر الآن، وابارك للشباب البرتقالي، وشباب ساحة الصفاة بالذات، وللمنتديات الشبابية التي ساندت حملة نبيها خمس، منتدى الامة ومنتدى الشبكة الليبرالية الكويتية، وكل كويتي وقف في الحر تحت الشمس، او قبلها في ظلمة ليلة الاحد 14/5 مطالبا بالخمس. وطبعا لن ننسى نوابنا الافاضل.. ونخص بالشكر والتقدير الذين استقالوا ووضعوا مصالحهم الخاصة جانبا، واختاروا ان يدعموا الخمس. نبارك لكل هؤلاء، ونشكر كل من وقف مع الخمس، حتى بعد ان اصبحت حقيقة مثل الحكومة ونوابها 'المستقلين'.
ويبقى ان نخص الجنود الحقيقيين والمحرك الاول لحملة نبيها خمس، شباب وشابات المدونات الذين كان لهم الباع الاول، وربما الاخير، في تحقيق هذا الانجاز الوطني. فقد ساهموا ليس بالكتابة وارسال الرسائل البريدية الالكترونية، او الهاتفية فقط، بل ساهموا بشكل شخصي في الحشد والحضور، وحتى في الخدمة والتنظيف. لقد كانت هبة بلغرز، وكانت هبة شباب، وكانت هبة برتقال، وانتهت بأن اصبحت هبة الكويت كلها. مرة ثانية، شكرا للبلغرز.. ولا املك الا ان اخص بالذكر شاعرتيها آيا وولادة، رسامها مادم وكبير مصوريها بوناز، وشكرا لكل من حقق الحلم الوطني بالخمس.. والآن لنحلم ونعمل من اجل الدائرة الواحدة.
وهذه بلا ترتيب معين بعض وربما ليس كل المدونات التي ساهمت في حملة نبيها خمس:
الاعتقاد الاعمى يولد التعصب
التعصب يؤدي الى الكراهية
الكراهية تسبب الحرب
والبشرية دائما هي الضحية
عسى رب الانسانية ينقذ لبنان
غالي هو الايمان
غالية هي الارض
لكن قطرة الدم البريئة اغلى من كل شيء
عسى رب الانسانية ينقذ لبنان
هي الآن حمراء
بأشلاء العذارى الخضراء
لهذا، فإن رب الانسانية وحده القادر على انقاذ البشرية.. ولبنان
Thank you Bu Rakan, my poem sounds much better in Arabic :)
PS; I was meaning to publish this post for three days now, but due to the network problem I wasn’t able to do that, well; better late than never.
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 1:24 PM::
Tuesday, July 18
Congratulation to Kuwait
First step to fight corruption is over and we got the Five.
It was a hard labor, but Kuwait finally won.
Thanks to “Shabaab Elyasameen” , thanks to Orangina.
Thanks to my fellow blog buddies and to all who stood up to this cause from writers, MP’s and others.
Thanks to Abu Rakan.
And special thanks to SS; the Monday diwaniyah of the Orange.
It’s a real call for celebration.
Yet, I feel sad; my feelings are distorted with the escalating events in Lebanon.
With the frightened children clinging to their parents every time a bomb goes out.
With mothers crying over the remains of their children.
With 3omar, Riz and Samer stuck to TV in the shelter of their homes singing the song of sudden death.
With my own countrymen blindly supporting destruction and rape of the land of beauty in search of mirage.
How can I celebrate with a laden heart?
When will this nightmare be over?
Wain ra7 Shadi?
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 12:26 AM::
Saturday, July 15
A Prayer for Lebanon
Blind faith creates prejudice
Prejudice invokes hate
Hate causes war
The victim is always humanity
May God of humanity save Lebanon
Belief is precious
Land is precious
But nothing is more precious
Than spilt innocent blood
May God of humanity save Lebanon
The land of love
The land of hope
Is red with debris
Of green virgin souls
That only the God of humanity can save Lebanon
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 1:03 PM::
I Need You
A mountain standing high
Thawing its white hat
Into streaming waters
Rooting down and reviving dry rivers
Sedating its way through the veins
Of the pain-stricken body
And the politics-tattered mind
Invigorating the nerves
Onto blank pages
Those endless thoughts-
Of the very act of sullenness
Into serene smiling words
Do you know now
How much I need you?
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 3:20 AM::
Thursday, July 13
A Greeting to the Orange Movement by Rilke
Wait… this tastes good….already it’s in pursuit
Only a little music, a stamping, a hum-
Maidens, you warm ones, maidens, you mute and dumb
Dance the taste of the experienced fruit!
Dance the orange. Who can forget it,
How, drowning in itself, it grew
Against its being-sweet. You possessed it.
It has been deliciously converted into you.
Dance the orange. The warmer landscape.
Throw it from you. That the ripeness shine
In the breezes of home! Aglow, disclosing
Aroma on aroma. Create the kin-shape
With the pure, the reluctant rine*
With the juice which fills the fortunate thing!
Rainer Maria Rilke
Die Sonette an Orpheus, I, 15
Support The Orange Knight , support Basil Alrashid (click the link pls)
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 11:16 AM::
Wednesday, July 12
Now that it’s over and the new cabinet has taken the oath; old issues of who did what and why is not important. All members of the parliament as well as government members are Kuwaiti people of this country and we have to respect them all regardless of our past experiences with them. If not for their personal deeds at least for the post that they hold under Abdullah Alsalem dome. We have accepted democracy as part of our life and we have to respect its outcome. The most important thing at this stage is to assume good intentions and work accordingly.
One big achievement of the orange movement was the ministerial approval of five constituents. And although this has not been finalized yet, but in my opinion, it’s just a matter of time and I hope that this issue is resolved as quickly as possible and before the end of this session.
Yet, we have to understand that our main goal is not the five constituent, this issue was only our leading thread to fight corruption. These members that we have chosen at our will to represent us need to always be reminded that they have taken those seats because of us- people, and it is us who define the policy of this country.
At the time of elections it was easy to deal face to face with candidates because they all had campaigning tents, but now, with women entering the political arena, men diwaniyas would not fulfill this purpose due to the embracement it may cause to women. And Sa7at Eliradah is not that big of a place to accommodate all. And therefore I suggest that these tents should be open to public permanently, where people can meet their representatives regularly and audit their actions. There should be regular open forums organized by the MP’s to discuss vital issues and inform the public of their actions and the reasons behind them. And at the same time it’s a chance for the representative to check public opinion and to be a true messenger. And therefore lessen the gap between the MP’s and the massive needs, rather than personal needs of the populous.
Wi mabrook ya Kuwait
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 6:31 PM::
Tuesday, July 11
A Genuine Fake
Against my will
The pictures popped on the screen
Smiles on faces, happy faces
Took me back in a blast
Memories of what has been
Just images of the past
They say miseries break masks
Reveal true faces
And Unravel artifacts
They say they’re reality check
Exposing those genuine smiles
As just fake images
Just another accumulation
To my laptop recollection
Time washes away all remorse
With fleeting tears and deleting keys
I have to admit, I failed with honors
When I called you my best friend
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 10:39 PM::
Sunday, July 9
Wish coins shadowed by the green-gray weed
At the bottom of the pond seem so close I could almost touch 'm
Yet I know they’re much deeper and I know that it’s only an illusion.
And I know that the art of swimming is too hard to master
Sharks, so visible, I could see my image in their iris
Yet with so much vigorousness
They seem so scared, what a shame
What a ponderous game, it is almost hilarious
Out of ordinary, in the range, yet so strange
A chaos in the blurring waters
But I did dare to extend an arm
And I know what I did was right
I know that purity was my guide
Even though what looked so clear is not so clear and life is but an illusion
Unravel me, uncover me, and tear me to pieces
You won’t succeed
Because the motive is and will always be
And when it comes to the the matters of heart
Nothing matters anymore
Illusion becomes reality
And you lose, even with your sharp teeth
Yes I am a slave
But with a head held up high
Because I have a case
That you may think is weak
But that’s your opinion, not mine
I’m controlled by a pure heart
Throwing me to the sharks
Strenuous to the lottery
But what is life
With no dignity
A mere hope
To get the wish coin!
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 1:14 AM::
Thursday, July 6
Things are Upside Down
When finally the breeze of freedom hit the town
And for the first time green grass sprouted
Locust formed a gray cloud
Using all types of intimidation
To cast away a whole generation
With their vicious intoxication
The wave of change was too hard to bear
For some who sought excess in share
They failed to see beyond their noses
And joined the locust in their affair
Unaware that their myopia was the domain
On which the locust nourished its domination
This land will never be free
So long it has those referees
Who carry deluding wannabees
On their fragile shoulders
That soon will be broken to pieces
And the price is a country
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 12:22 PM::
Sunday, July 2
Election Day I
The day I waited for so long, I fought for so long and unfortunately, I had to vote against my will for the benefit of my country.
This election was not what I had hoped for, I dreamt for campaigning for a woman candidate, I dreamt of women MP’s, yet I excluded myself and voted against my heart. And by God I hope I did the right thing, and pray that I won’t regret it one day.
But regardless of all this; I woke up in the morning of the hot June 29th with a big smile on my face, it was the day I only imagined in my head, and now it was a reality, everything looked beautiful and I felt my importance for the first time in my life. Euphoric atmosphere seemed everywhere; people looked prettier and more civilized
Can’t say anymore; let the pictures talk
Blogger is giving me a hard time; I had to post in two entries.
Check the next post pls
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 1:01 AM::
Basil; this woman’s prayer will bring you back even stronger
Everything is orange You are the flowers
Cheers to women
Why blocking the road Hind, wallah fashalteena
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 1:00 AM::
Saturday, July 1
JJ*; Our Fight is Not Over Yet
A question to the Interior Ministry
How much evidence do you need more than this?
*JJ ; Jamal Jan6a
Posted by AyyA:: at :: 5:32 PM::