ArabianOud {R}

Left shot: Baker Street Station, London Right shot: Harrods decorated like a bride. Knightsbridge London

It is the 28th of September 2007, I am sitting in my living room, pondering over the recent events in my life, in the world, the political situations, the turmoils, the holy month of Ramadan and so on. But before I could begin to write, I am thankful to my friend who wrote a scribbled blog to keep you entertained. I am sure most of you are very occupied with the Holy month of Ramadan and the busy routine. But did we change during this pious month? what changes were made to our character? to our inner self? did we remain hard as a tyrrant and not refrain from carrying out evil doings? Did we keep cheating others and keep making the other believe we are superior over the other? Did we stop making the other feel they were too low or not good enough to be introduced as the person we love to our social circle? Were we too double faced to stand and face the truth and take responsibilty? Did we stop thinking about the Hereafter and only think about this world? Did we not stop and think how I...

I dedicate this movie to a very special friend, an 8yr old Saudi girl called 'Dania', who I met at Deira City Centre Cinema this time in Dubai (Aug 2007), while watching 'Ratatouille'. She was a very sweet, smart and mashalla very very bright little angel. We started off chatting as I took my friend's 11 yr old nephew for a movie and less did I know that I will end up with making a new friend, as little as 8 yr old.. We became friends and I miss her a lot, she lives in Riyadh... mashalla kids nowadays soo fast, soo witty.. she was narrating the whole movie to me , and she was the loudest.. she watched the movie like 4 times heheeeeeeeeeee.. wallah I miss her a lot! where r u Dania? I miss u! I lost touch with her, I hope I find her soon.. whenever I see the posters of this movie, it will remind me I made a sweet friend... I just feel that kids can be best friends, because they are very honest, yet naughty and they do not fear speaking their mind, and considering tod...

We all make mistakes somewhere, as a friend, as a daughter, as a son and as a lover. When a person admits their mistakes and apologise for them, it makes things better..Does apologising make a person smaller?

The desire to obtain something becomes more catchy when the person you desire is behaving mysteriously and allures you, finally when you get them, mystery unwinds and all secrets unfold... love is like a mystery, millions, billions, trillions, zillions of things written on this one emotion which is universal, pivotal to human existence ' love'. shot: by me Mask decorated: by me and big H

I believed in love deeply but now I don't, I believed in the bright world of romance, That first gaze that took my heart away, I believed in promises, sacrifices and all, Giving myself, and all that hard work, But now I don't, Now I am an unbeliever in this world of love, Because it has no literal mean at all, Feeble love, I hate you so immensely, You crushed my hopes and cut my wings, Woke me up to reality and showed me the road, Which led no where but into the dark, I sinked back to where I began before this, A world which is mine and no welcome signs, Coz love you dismantled my existence so much, Now I hate you so deeply and want to forget, You were injected in my soul but now I forget, That I had anything to do with feeble love.

You thought I wouldn’t make it on my own, I thought you were my best friend, My well-wisher, my biggest supporter, But,Fate pulls threads of circumstances apart, Everything around me is very blur, My vision is very unsure of what I see, I am insecure by my circumstances, Afraid of the past repeating itself, A sense of failure is injected in me, You were my best friend, remember? But I guess friendship was only a word to you, Why did you turn so cold towards me? When I wasn't at fault at all! When I offered my support to you, But thee turned me away saying it don't matter, When I was ignored by people I thought as friends, Now my existence don’t mean a thing to you! This world seems so unknown now, My dreams, desires and ambitions incomplete, Unwanted in their life, I get that feeling, You said you would always stay with me, But that was proven as a lie, They laughed at my dreams, calling me silly, Silence has overtaken my soul, I am walking away into the dark now, Because I can...

Dear all, I am working on an article about people who get sexually abused and never have the guts to ever open up to anyone about their horrific experience, it can be a guy or a girl who are abused, no restrictions to gender or stereotyping a man is always the abuser and woman is the victim, because it exists in both genders.. Sexual abuse leaves a deep impact on the mind on the victim and can even affect their relationships in the future, i.e. friendship, love and general dealing with people.. the inhibitions one carries with being too close to someone, i.e. being in love after they were abused previously.. that it was a mistake, an accident, but the guilt the victim carries is endless, they feel responsible for what happens and because of this fear never manage to open and share their pain... because they fear being judged... I have come across some people who look down upon people who were abused and think it was totally their fault and look at them like a tainted piece! They seek h...

I am crying alone, In this cold rainy weather, I had your hand next to mine, But now that vision's faded, I adore you to death, But my soul's so alone, I misplaced you sweety, Can you locate me anymore? I am crying alone, Because I am so misunderstood, So much in pain, I was never so vain, To call you mine, Your soul, your body, your heart, Your existence was all mine, Even before you came into this world, I am crying alone, Because I want to turn back the clock, And remove this pain, Gifted by people I considered my own. Touch my heart and feel my pain, To know how I crave being understood. By me Sept 1st 2007 London