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My friend Bastian Purrer has asked me a question a few days ago (after seeing this picture above on instagram):

How can you be so green but not vegetarian?

Let me at first make things clear, I can and will NEVER become a vegan; cheese is what keeps me going and it’s not harmful.

But why am I not vegetarian?

1. I’m a muslim and in my religion, eating meat is halal (allowed) without extravagance.
2. The meat I eat comes from locally grown animals. And they’re fresh. No packaging, and energy used for transport and cooling is being conserved.
3. What I eat is organic meat and diary.
4. The products are mostly free-range and ranch raised.
5. The farms are relatively small; almost no chemicals are being used and less manure is used to filterize the soil.

So, I consider myself a “Flexitarian” at the moment. I’m not ready to commit a full-on vegetarian lifestyle but I reduce my meat consumption. And once I move to a place where all the above does not apply (except the first point), I’ll reconsider becoming a vegetarian.

The killing-not-to-be-killed truth

Posted: November 11, 2012 in Uncategorized

Being honest is not the best policy you can consider when someone is trying to save himself from the truth. And she masters this art. Being righteous is never quite enough. She’s just like a deceiver, self-bound up in chains. I want to save her but I’m afraid she’ll strangle me with her superciliousness and haughtiness. Just like she always did. She doesn’t stop pushing and pushing. Her hands are getting bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger. And I can’t keep a distance. All what I can do is paint my face to hide my pain. For the sense of purpose and devotion shall save me one day.

Since we were young, we’ve been told that it’s always greener on the other side. I thought by then, why to waste my entire life planting here while I can enjoy a greener life? I kept digging and digging until I got to that other green side. Yes, after a few months, I managed to keep a distance. It’s not happiness. It’s not contentment. It’s not vivacity. It’s not serenity. It’s not ecstasy. It’s an irresponsible- unstoppable- gilt edged- impermanent- tale. This is different, I’m not sure if it’s better. But this is the best I can afford for now.

If only she knew that a smile, a caring word and a warm embrace would have solved it all. If she only knew that being given whatever tangibles someone needs before naming them is just never enough. Since when have tangibles become persuasively satisfying? And to add insult to injury, I am supposed to translate these tangibles into to-give-back-emotions. I’m expected to give what I’ve never received. I can give it but I just refuse to. Not out of stubbornness. Out of utopian logic. Out of pain and sorrow.

The Road Not Taken (Poem)

Posted: October 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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I’ll cut right to the chase. What’s been happening in 2012 ‘so far’?

  • 97% of Greenland’s surface ice sheet thawed in Jul, 2012.
  • Arctic Sea ice stuck near record-low levels.
  • Wildfires in Siberia and Colorado.
  • The hottest downpour in the planet’s recorded history in Mecca, KSA. 
  • Monsoons in Bangladesh leveas hundreds dead and nearly 7 million people homeless.
  • +600 million people in India being left without power in the world’s largest blackout.
  • The Amazon River reached a record height and continues to rise leaving thousands of people homeless.
  • Water is still being pumped to cool Fukushima nuclear reactor.

How much do we still need to suffer before getting serious about climate change?

Posted: February 21, 2012 in Uncategorized

Ayah Alfawaris:

هذه دعوة لليقظة لحل مشكلة الطاقة في الأردن

Originally posted on Aboosh's Blog:

التاريخ: ٢٠١٧/٢/٢١

اليوم جاء الدور على حارتنا في منطقة طارق بعمان لتنقطع عنها الكهرباء لستة ساعات. هذه المرة الثالثه لهذا الأسبوع. خرجت مشيا على الأقدام لأصل محطة وقود السلمان التي تبعد حوالي ٨٠٠ متر عن المنزل في يوم بارد. الدور على الكاز والسولار يمتد لعدة مئات من الأمتار والناس تحاول أن تحصل على حصتها من المشتقات النفطيه قبل دخول المنخفض القطبي الذي سيأتي بالثلج.

“كل عائله تحصل على ٢٠ لتر من الكاز و٤٠ لتر من السولار”، كان ما يكرر على التلفاز المحلي، متبعا قرارات الحكومه التقشفيه. فمنذ أن ارتفع سعر البترول عالميا ليصبح ٢٠٠ دولار للبرميل، لم تعد الحكومه قادره على استيراده بكميات تكفي حاجة ٨ ملايين نسمه. لم تعد مصفاة البترول قادره على تأمين البنزين لكافة محطات الوقود، فأصبح المشي على الأقدام إجباريا وتضاعف الضغط على المواصلات العامه المهترءه.

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One Special Birthday Gift

Posted: December 12, 2011 in Uncategorized

I got this poem from a dear friend on my birthday:

When the sea is calm
thoughts dissolve in its flow

thorns from the valley
cast not their ways

for an adventurer you are
mighty yet not fray

an inspiration to others
as just are your ways

a sincere friend i have gain
yet lost nothing in return

I pray for thee patience
as the journey has only begun

changing the wind’s direction
from east to west you may

yet always be gentle
as honey is sweeter than clay

happy birthday!

Waqas Baggia 

I love my friends.

Bridges…

Posted: August 23, 2011 in Society
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Wikipedia states that a bridge is a structure built to span physical obstacles such as a body of water, valley, or road, for the purpose of providing passage over the obstacle.

People never ‘live’ on a bridge…
People never ‘plant’ a bridge…
People never ‘enjoy’ staying on a bridge…
People never ‘own’ a bridge…

In return,

Bridges never ‘embrace’ passengers…
Bridges never ‘give’ fruits or crops to passengers…
Bridges never ‘entertain’ passengers…
Bridges never ‘cry’ over passengers…

Bridges are to be crossed… But some people are bad enough to burn them… Treat Jordan as a bridge and do not expect it to treat you BUT as a passenger.