Have it –

It’s another tiny piece of me,


Complete downfall


To add too your collection


I will break off the final piece of my spine, for you

So that you may, at long last, have it all



I want you to keep it


I gave it to you because you blew me –


Into pieces across the floor,

At any rate



Keep it all


For I know that once I have gone -


You will have made it happen

You will have made me fall


And now what left to do but,


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tumblr_mp64ptMfiO1qz6f9yo1_500 I have spoken to you in one hundred silent ways
 When I took your hand,
 Even though you had no reason to be sad -I have spoken to you in one hundred silent ways
 Where your twists and turns
 Told me where it hurt -You have said to me in,
 One hundred silent words
 That we could pretend, for one more day

And then it would have to end
You have said to me,
In one hundred silent words
 That I, for/
And one hundred silent songs,
 I will hum for you
Once you are,
- B.
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downloadI like being alone with you

In silence and in/



The room filled with words

Unsaid and never heard


I like being alone with you,

With the heat from your skin

My mind filled with eruptions

Wild and never chained


I like being alone with you

In lust and in lie

Senses more, down to each and every pore


Hands and fingers when bodies collide

Magnetic and forever crucified


I like being alone with you, in you

Around you

With you

And without you


And when the emptiness comes crushing

While you are by my side


I cannot help but smile with sparkling eye/


I like being alone with you,

Because me –

Is now so,

Irretrievably new

- B.

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MorningA morning of slurred 

Sentiment/al value,
Wrapped with whirling and
Twirling and turning
Wrong –
What have I done?
The evening was of shaking and 
The evening was of – 

What have I done?

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From Henry

Foolish child,
You foolish little girl –
Look what you have done

It’s all over the floor!

Who will pick up the pieces?
Who will sew the blood?

You foolish child,
What do you think will happen to you
When you walk in blind?

‘But –
But, I thought it was true
Aren’t men of a certain age, more likely to be

To grab my, chest
And completely miss my heart

Men of a certain age,
From a certain place,
Who look like just like you –

Oh no, no -
It just simply won’t do

How could you hold me so close,
When you will never be near?

Oh dear, oh dear
Why such a fool?

Men of a certain age, are usually quite –


- B

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My Latest and Greatest Obsession

Hellow all,

Jesus, do you see that? I’m starting my blog post like it’s an e-mail. What is the world coming to?!

But on a sparkier note, because frankly I have to note this down, I have been electrocuted. It was hardly a Benjamin Franklin, but I got zapped nonetheless, damned iPhone.

And now that that’s out of the way I can begin gushing over this new project/blog I have found. Well okay, it wasn’t a chance encounter, it was on my Facebook timeline, semantics.

Back to my discovery! It’s the Americas for a 22 year old girl (not to mention a hopeless romantic turned cynic) – a boy and a girl who are just friends, start dating for 40 days to see what happens.

It is every so aptly named 40 days of dating

It is a controlled documentation of what both parties experience everyday with each other. Reminds me of the movie by Kurosawa called Rashomon (self hi-5 for the witty film reference)

It is a very interesting account of the same events by two separate people of the opposite sex. They are very cleverly only revealing a blog post a day at a time even though the 40 days are long over. They could be dating right now, they could hate each other, they could be married or having a baby! Ah, the excitement..


or it’s been a very slow Sunday at the office

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Quds Day

You are insistent, calling again. You want me to tell you the story of Scheherazade, who rocks the sad king on her knees as she sings him tales from wonderland. Yet you know that I am not Scheherazade, and that one of the world’s greatest wonders is that I am unable to enter my country or pass through the region around it – Liana Badr

No people anywhere in the world would accept being expelled en masse from their own country; how can anyone require the people of Palestine to accept a punishment which nobody else would tolerate? – Bertrand Russell

If you are asking for my point of view, I would say that the Palestinians should go back to Palestine – Hassan Nasrallah

The victory march will continue until the Palestinian flag flies in Jerusalem and in all of Palestine – Yasser Arafat

You cannot continue to victimize someone else just because you yourself were a victim once—there has to be a limit – Edward W. Said

It would be my greatest sadness to see Zionists (Jews) do to Palestinian Arabs much of what Nazis did to Jews – Albert Einstein

How much longer is the world willing to endure this spectacle of wanton cruelty?- Bertrand Russell

Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell you stories in heaven now? I wish I had had a chance to meet him. To see his toothless grin and touch his leathery skin. To beg him, as you did in your youth, for a story from our Palestine. He was over one hundred years old, Mother. To have lived so long, only to be crushed to death by a bulldozer. Is this what it means to be Palestinian? – Susan Abulhawa

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Old Is Not Gold

I’ve  waited my whole life to be 21, and now I’m 22.

When I was younger  life seemed like it would be infinitely better when I grew up. I don’t know what gave me that ridiculous idea.

I live in a country that is 40 degrees, and I have a 9 to 5 job. Safe to say I was not expecting this. BUT, instead of being a complete douchebag, I will try to find the perks of being older.

1. The most important – I make my own money. Although Dubai is 40 degrees and a bona fide hell on earth, it currently has one of the most stable economies. I can afford pretty things and mommy can’t say no.

2. I can enjoy traveling – When I was younger you couldn’t pay me enough money to enjoy the Louvre, but now, now I tell ya!

3. I’m not as big of an idiot as I used to be – I was an imbecile. My wardrobe had a number of halter tops, with lace embellishments, enough said.

4. I like learning – School was a disaster, everything I learnt then was forced down my throat. Now, knowing more means being cool – I am cool.

5. I know what I like and what I don’t like – How many days I would spend talking about things I abhorred. How many nights I couldn’t sleep because of one stupid horror movie. ASK ME TO WATCH THE EXORCIST, I DARE YOU.

6. I like documentaries – Preach!

7. I know how to use idioms.

I suppose it doesn’t suck that bad to be 21, but like I said, I’m 22 now.

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I no longer know what to say. I no longer have commentary on the Middle East.

I am starting to give up. The notion of peace is hilarious when faced with such atrocious barbarians.

Lebanon – Lebanon is on the verge of being destroyed, again. I cannot comprehend the rationale of religion. I am not here to insult your God, but surely killing someone in His name is something that He would not approve of. Surely killing anyone would not be approved of. Religion in politics, what? 

Armed militia roaming the streets and could be in the apartment next door. Days with no electricity in Saida after citizens homes have been wrecked by the illegal arms flowing through the naive country. No cell service either, great!

One day the military men are honorable and the next they are despicable. 



Egypt has awoken and that fills me with joy.


Syria is broken.

Iraq is broken.

Salafists multiply by the hour. 


This is 2013. We have access to any information on any subject at anytime. Something needs to be done. 


Every God in existence needs to lend us a hand. 

For every injustice that has ever been done to every Arab, to every human being. To every oppressor that has ever existed.

Never under estimate the power of the people.

(Insert Che Guevara quote here)

And on to a brighter day, goodnight.

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Nadim Gemayel, Yalli Khallaf… Meit

Originally posted on A Separate State of Mind | A Lebanese Blog:

I grew up hearing about Bachir el Gemayel – the man of hope for many people – a hope in a country they wish they had. Many of the people I know still look upon his memory and get an undeniable feel of nostalgia on the days when they really believed in the potential of the place they call their land.

I never got the hype. I always thought it’s better to live in the “now” than in the memories of days long past that will not nor can they ever return. For many though, the hope of Bachir lived on with his son Nadim. Today, however, I have to tell those same people who look upon Nadim Gemayel and say “Yalli khallaf ma meit,” hoping he’ll be the man his father was, that on the contrary, yalli khallaf mesh bass meit… Meit w sar trab kamen.

I’m not sure…

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