Thursday, March 20, 2008

Rewind by Driss R. Temsamani


"I was born next to a pond. A fragile leaf from a strong tree, I blossomed to a tall branch. Too ambitious for my pond and too rebellious to stay in my tree, I decided to change my destiny and break free.

Growing up, I met many mentors: a wise frog, a humble fish, and a duck; all tried to teach me the ways of the pond. My biggest adventure began when I met the most wonderful butterfly. She made everything so simple that I dared to leave my pond and venture to the vast ocean.

As the currents drifted me away, toward the burning sun, I realized that I was at a point of no return. I bounced left and right against the waves, and to make the best of the trip, I decided to have fun and not look back.

While drifting in the ocean, I met sharks, eels, and even some killer whales. I also met some stingrays, but always avoided their enchanting and sensual moves. They all told me things that I can barely remember; but one thing for sure, I have always stayed alert to their ways and hollow looks.

Day after day, the currents drew me further away from my home. The farther I got, the wiser I became: from migrating birds, I learned history; from a school of fish, I learned leadership; from the manatees, I learned compassion; and from one particular dolphin, I learned to love.

One day, I found myself riding a storm. I had never seen such a thing. I started to despair; then I remembered patience, courage, and grace. I remembered the words, but could not remember the wise who spoke them. Only one picture came to my mind: a tree, tall and strong, and defiant to the hurly winds. The harsh rains made me remember the frog…the catfish…and the duck of the old pond.

My skin shivered, and a flood of confidence invaded my body. With confidence, I confronted the storm, and as the time passed, I survived. I become confident, arrogant, strong, smart, and ready for any challenge that may come. I continue the ride.

The sun set on a beautiful and endless horizon, and from nowhere, I was hit from behind, only to realize that the fight had just begun. With courage, I confronted my fears. I fought with a cold heart, selfishness, and dry eyes. The hours felt like days; the days felt like months; and the years felt like seconds. One night, bleeding and tired, I crashed on a rock and I decided to rest. My will was broken and I had many scars. I realized that I had lost a lot of companions along the way; the goldfish, the seahorse, and the migrating turtle.

Feeling lonely, I remembered my home, and I cried alone in the dark. As my last tear dripped, I glanced at the sky and I saw a shooting star. I smiled, made a wish, and decided to rest for a while. Right before I closed my eyes, out of the deep of the darkness, the dolphin appeared and with her soft skin, she touched me and ended the restless night.

The next day, I woke up to a new morning, and I found that the ocean was calm. I was ready to drift again toward my destiny: I wanted to let my roots grow; I wanted to see many leaves blossom; I wanted to honor the tree. I was determined not to rest until I found my own pond.
"

Flying kites

Painting by Marcio Melo

My daughters and I spent yesterday afternoon flying kites,there is something magical about flying kites. It was fun,refreshing,full of joy and laughters. The kites flew so high, the wind was perfect, our little princesses kites flew much better than the fancy wired ones on the lake. Everyone got to enjoy our kites, babies were hoping to try to reach high, toddlers were pointing and screaming in joy how high they were.

Lovely afternoon on the first day of spring.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Rumi


Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book

nor from tongue.

If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is

illumination of heart.
Rumi

Spring


hat tip daddy taken last weekend on Azalea trail

Happy St. Patrick's day!

It is not too late to wish everyone happy St.Patrick's day is it?




Monday, March 17, 2008

Tory Burch

Today's pick






My Marrakesh

Maryam from My Marrakesh blog brought a breath of fresh air to my world when I discovered her blog. Amazing blog with the most vibrant and artistic pictures. Maryam and I share a lot in common and I had the pleasure to count on her expertise for helping me find a Caftan.

Want to see what a Moroccan garden look like? Look at this garden and enjoy the beauty .


One of the posts that I like very much is this one of Amy Leonard.

At last

The blogger Gods have granted me my password and I finally can post on my blog again. It has been almost a year since I blogged and there isn't a better time to start blogging again.

I'm simply in the mood.

Friday, May 04, 2007

King of Morocco's wedding put the Mubarak's son wedding to shame

How does Hosni Mubarak face his countrymen when his son gets married and most of the Egyptian youth can't find a job or even dream to get married?. I feel for the Egyptian singles,their families, and for their despair and sadness. They are betrayed by their corrupt government.

Today I was thinking about how Moroccan royals have preserved the country tradition and culture. Watching the wedding of the King of Morocco and reading the news of Gamal's wedding put the Mubarak's to shame.

Today I found myself comparing the event of the public wedding of King of Morocco to the secretive wedding of Gamal Mubarak.

The fact that the King of Morocco's wedding was held in public and the whole country celebrated the happy occasion for three days goes to show how Mubarak and his son is hated among the Egyptians.

Within days after the announcement Rabat, Morocco's capital, prepared itself for the royal weding. Quickly streets were re-embellished and buildings repainted. Flags and banners were planted in the major squares and streets, and gardens were replanted with new trees and flowers. More than 600 traditional Moroccan tents were put up in several parts of Rabat and its twin city, Salé. Meanwhile it was made known that on the occasion of the marriage King Mohammed VI granted free pardon to 8425 prisoners, including 1.080 who are sick, elderly, handicapped or pregnant women. The grace also included prison terms reductions for 42,661 inmates, of whom 1,887 prisoners are sick, old, handicapped or pregnant or breast-feeding women. Two detainees had their life-prison sentence commuted to a 30-year prison sentence.

The wedding celebrations started on Friday July 12th with a procession from the city gate towards the Ahl Fass Mosque in the esplanade of the royal palace at sunset. Representatives of all the regions of Morocco, bearing gifts for the bride, paraded in a colorful cortege, full of beautiful costumes and lots of music. Nearly 1,500 persons from all over Morocco paraded before the king, who watched watched the parade sitting on a throne under a canopy, while VIPs and foreign dignitaries sat alongside under tents. The Wali of Rabat, on horseback, opened the procession, followed by elected representatives, dignitaries, ulemas (theologians), chorfas (descendants of the Prophet) and Koranic school pupils, donning White jellabas. The H'dia (or Ladhiya) ritual - offering gifts for the bride that are symbols of purity and happy life - then began to the beat of drums and sound of trumpets. Men bearing big trays of henne, pure rose water, dates, incense, Arabic gum, and sandal wood, young girls carrying censers, candles, and baskets of rose petals, and folk bands performing typical songs and dances of their respective regions, walked over one kilometer and a half. The ceremony climaxed when the king, accompanied by his brother Prince Moulay Rachid, came down from the Royal stand to be greeted by the enthusiastic delegations and the guests. After the procession 1500 horsemen performed the typically Moroccan fantasia while popular music troupes from all parts of Morocco joined the festivities also.

Later in the evening the official wedding ceremony took place in the royal palace, and also the Berza - official presentation of the bride to the guests seated in a carrying chair - took place in the intimacy of the royal palace. Simultaneously about 200 other couples from all social classes were also married at the royal palace in Rabat. After this mass wedding King Mohammed VI willingly posed for a photo with the couples.



The bride:-

Lalla Salma Bennani, 24, is from Morocco's middle-class and worked as computer engineer in Morocco's largest private holding ONA Group. Her father is a school teacher in the spiritual capital of Fes, north of Morocco.

I'm proud to be the first blog posting the groom's picture!


Oh well! I can go to bed tonight singing "batalooda.....El Ghorab...Gawzooh ah'la yamama"

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Khadiga Yes....Egypt NO

I couldn't stop laughing seeing this banner on manal and alaaThis is a brilliant caricature by an Egyptian blogger. In the event of Gamal Mubarak the tyrant on call marriage to Khadiga.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Blogging Coma

As many have noticed that I have been suffering from a blogging Coma. I'm sorry for lack of posts but I have been extremely busy with launching a new business, taking care of my toddlers and my family. Thanks to all who wrote to me and left me kind posts to inquire about my absence.

Blogging will resume shortly.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Dancing Around the World

John at America blog reminded me of this video. Matt from The video was viewed 4.4 million times. What I like about Matt's video is the chose people and animals in the most beautiful spots in the world to celebrate the world.

Matt is a 30-year-old deadbeat from Connecticut who used to think that all he ever wanted to do in life was make and play videogames. He achieved this goal pretty early and enjoyed it for a while, but eventually realized there might be other stuff he was missing out on. In February of 2003, he quit his job in Brisbane, Australia and used the money he'd saved to wander around the planet until it ran out.

Enjoy!



P.S. I don't agree with Matt's diary and the way he describes the world but the video is very cheerful indeed.