Equality

“All mankind is from Adam and Eve, No Arab has any superiority over a non-Arab, nor does a non-Arab have any superiority over an Arab. Nor does a white man have any superiority over a black man, or a black man any superiority over a white man except by piety and good action.”

Prophet Muhammad, in his Farewell Sermon.

You know you’re an Arab when…

This is one of those few forwards that are actually good. Thanks to my wife who forwarded it to me after she got it from a friend.

You know you’re an Arab when:

– Your mother yells at the top of her lungs to call you to dinner even if you’re in the next room.

– You arrive one or two hours late to a party and think it’s normal.

– You are standing next to the largest suitcases at the Airport.

– You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone’s house.

– You say bye 17 times on the phone.

– Your parents still scream at the top of their lungs when making long distance calls.

– Your relatives alone could populate a small city.

– You always say “open the light” instead of “turn the light on”.

– You’ve had a shoe thrown at you by your mother.

Continue reading You know you’re an Arab when…

The 5 Rules Of Telling A Joke

I truly believe that over 50% of what makes people laugh at a joke is how it’s told, and I’m sure most of us have witnessed a really hilarious joke reduced to a failure by someone who didn’t know how to tell it well.

These are just ideas of rules I think should be respected when telling a joke.

1. Make sure you know the joke well enough to tell it. Stopping in the middle of the joke to remember the rest just screws the whole thing up.

2. Keep it short. People’s joke attention span is very short, stretching it out for them makes them lose interest and ruins the effect of the joke.

3. Choose the right voice tone. Depending on the joke, you should slightly change the tone of your voice when you’re telling it to accentuate it.

4. Choose your words. Some words reflect “funny”, some just don’t.

5. Don’t tell it like you’re talking about a documentary. Be upbeat, into it and know how to carry the joke.

Now, tell me a good joke…

Special Perfect Bed Days

It’s morning again; you subsconsciously know, because the birds that have chosen to build their nest behind your air conditioners’ engine are chirping away ever so merrily, stretching out their wings, getting ready to face a busy day of doing whatever it is that birds do.
A few of the sun’s rays have also managed to make their way through the blinds to teasingly tickle your face, attempting to promise you a beautiful day outside.

The bloody alarm clock will start beeping like crazy in a few minutes, teasing you with every bit of energy it holds within its triple A batteries, and even though you have the snooze button to thank for a few extra precious seconds of sleep, you know you’ll have to give in and wake up anyway.

But today it’s going to be harder than usual; today is one of those special perfect bed days; you know those days where you’re stretched out in the optimal, most relaxing position; where the cover is so soft, engulfing you, hugging you at all the right places; where the warmth of the bed is just right; the coolness of the pillow is absolutely perfect and you feel like you could just linger on in that moment forever. It’s days like this that are the hardest to wake up from bed in.

These days don’t happen quite often too; only 4 or 5 days a year; it’s a shame to miss them and have them ruined by some stupid alarm clock, reminding you of one of your life’s daily pending obligations.

Personally, I believe we should be able to just stay in on days like this, enjoy the moment for as long as it lasts; but no, our personal sleep satisfaction doesn’t figure in any corporate policies or job laws.
Who cares whether you enjoy your sleep or not? In fact, they’d be full of envy to know that you’re having one of those days and they’re not.

So you face the reality that’s been haunting you for the past minutes, you open your eyes to a new day, which you hope, once again, won’t be just another routine loop in your life; and you drag yourself slowly, against your will, out of your perfect bed.