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Memories of Nasser, Syria and CyprusOn his blog Maysaloon, Syrian blogger Yousef AlAzmeh puts down his reflections and thoughts on what is happening in the Arab world. Like many Arab young people belonging to the eighties, Azmeh seems to be lost between different economic, political, cultural, social and even linguistic orientations.

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It is one of the ironies of life that many of us would only appreciate our parents or grandparents the older that we get. There are so many things that I would like to have spoken about with my grandfather and so many things I would have liked to share with him or ask him, but when he died I was far away and still more interested in chasing skirts - not that anything has changed - and partying than I was in sitting with some old man and talking religion, politics or just about life in general. Still, thankfully I still have my father and last night we had the longest conversation we have had in years over the phone, where he reminisced about life in Syria as he was growing up. He told me of the times when Nasser would stand on the balcony of the old official visiting palace, that one behind the Meridien when school children would stand outside and shout ( We want a word oh Nasser). Sometimes he would oblige them and come out to wave - to their delight. My father saw him do this about three times. Nasser is problematic for my father. On the one hand, he did much which was amazing, but he failed spectacularly in others. My late grandfather had been, along with many men in Syria, furious that Nasser hung Sayyid Qutb in 1966. I had never known that my grandfather liked Sayyid Qutb, or that he had the entire In the Shades of the Quran collection which he would read studiously when he had the time. In other areas, Nasser was instrumental in splitting Yemen in two. Nasser was vigorously against monarchism, but ironically Egypts Mubarak today is grooming his son for power. In fact many parts of the Arab world that had intense nationalist and anti-monarchical sympathies are now Presidential monarchies. See Libya, where Muammar al Qadhafi uprooted the Sanussi King and is now preparing his son to rule, Syria has done the same and Iraq was on the same road before the toppling of Saddam. So nothing really changed in the Arab world with regards to monarchism, it has remained albeit under a different guise. My father reminisced about how, in the eighties, the Arabs were accusing the Soviet Union of easing Jewish immigration to Israel at a time when the USSR was supposed to be our ally. He and another person from the embassy in Cyprus would go to Larnaca airport to watch planes

from the Soviet Union disembarking, and count how many people in traditional Jewish garb would come down from the plane. At the same time, Mossad would be in the airport watching them, and the Syrians watched the Mossad and they both avoided each other. Apparently the Mossad people were known because they always carried little bags which when thrown to the ground would open and reveal a submachine gun. My father noted that these people would always move away from him quickly and worriedly whenever he approached, this was funny simply because in those days my fathers usual apparel was a pair of flipflops, shorts, an open shirt to show off the typical hirsute Middle Eastern chest and a cap. So they would stay at the airport and try to profile these passengers, then send off a report. In those days the Embassy was involved with many things, I remember coming to play there in the eighties when I was old enough to walk there on my own. The Greek policemen there all new me and were friendly and I remember a wonderful man there whom I would call Amo Abu Tareq. He was an incredibly erudite man, dark skinned with a handsome face, always immaculately dressed, and he always had time for me. He would call me his buddy and when I visited I would go sit in his office and we would have tea or Coca Cola and talk about things. He gave me a plant as a present once and I was so upset when it died a few months later in spite of my best efforts. He disappeared one day and I never saw him again. Many years later I would be told by my father that he was summoned for some reason back to Damascus and was imprisoned. Nobody heard from him again and I dont know if he is still alive today. Apparently he knew what his fate would be and was warned, but he told my father that he was not a coward and that he was a Syrian. Very sad story. There was a man at that embassy who I was also friends with, it turns out he had certain security connections. He once gave my father a canary and my father joked with him that he wanted him to take it back. On being asked why, my father told the man that every time people started talking the canary would stop singing and tilt its head to the side to listen. The man laughed intensely. On another occasion, my father took me with his friends One day this man walked into the embassy and walked into a secure locked room used to keep weapons. My father asked him what the matter was and the man told him Now youll see how the real men work as he tucked a pistol behind his back. The next day the news carried a story of a Palestinian operative who was shot dead in Larnaca by two men on a motorcycle. At the time Cyprus was not yet filled with the Russians and the biggest immigrant community were Lebanese or Palestinians. No questions, no answers. This was the murky world of Cyprus in the eighties.[1] http://tinyurl.com/3xymx6g

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on a day trip to the beach. Barbeque, lots of beer, sun, sand and sea. I felt so grown up because there were no other children and I was with the guys. This man was a great laugh, but he kept annoying me because every few minutes in the car he would ask me keefak Amo? (How are you son?) and I would say, Im good. At the end of the day I got a bit annoyed and when he asked me Keefak Amo? I told him Ahsan Minnak (Better than you). My father went completely red but everybody in the car roared with laughter, including the man.

Another thing we recalled was how manky and tiny the flag at the embassy was in the eighties. It was pathetic. One day, all the wives got together and decided to sew a new flag and in a short while, a beautiful big flag was fluttering on its mast. It made such a big change! In a way, times were simpler then, and there was a certain innocence, though my father thinks I say this because I was a child. That some things were just as scummy and rotten then as I think they are now. Im glad my father and I talked about these things and reminisced. There is still so much Id like to talk to him about.


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interactive media provided by the internet. For Lebanese illustrator and graphic designer Hanane Kai, blogging is not merely a medium to express one self. It is mainly dedicated to promote her projects, books , photography and exhibitions, sometimes detailing the making of her own illustrations and paintings.

An increasing number of young artists and writers all over the Arab world have been lately using blogs as a way of advertising and marketing their work using a free innovative and

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Mawhiba is a Saudi organization aiming to encourage young talented people and helping them develop their talents. i illustrated an article inside a monthly magazine for Mawhiba organization; the magazine also called Mawhiba. the article Edison before Edison talks about the life of Thomas Edison, with a focus on his childhood and some of his adventures. above is the first option i presented to Mohtaraf (who was commissioned to redesign the magazine), but it turned out to be too childish, so i did the following: (i know the above is more attractive, but you have to take the audience into consideration)

what absorbed me the most in Edisons life is the unconventional child that he was and his strange ideas. once his parents caught him sitting on swamps eggs he was convinced to get baby swamps that he wouldve made :)

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Fragments of a vision#1 I am a single mother of thirty something, with a child, a little boy whose name I do not know. Night time is befallen over the cottage where we live, in some faraway place full of rustling trees. The boy does not speak. Not that he does not want to, he could not speak, he does not know how to speak. For a second it occurs to me that its all my fault; because I myself am deadly silent, and I figure that I have never spoken with him before. It is well clear from the befallen silence that I had long given up on words, and that I had decided to raise a mute child. #2 I am a very old lady, and the signs of age are sculpted all over me. I am sitting on a chair in the open fields, but there are no traces of a

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own thoughts and insights, with an absorbing way of writing that makes it very very readable.

home anywhere in sight. I have no idea how or when I got there. Every single wrinkle on my face, and every single white hair on my head is a different tale to be told; but I remember none of them, because time has devoured my memory, just as it did to my home & every other thing there once was. All I have left is the chair I am sat on, and the sound of the trees in the field rustling. At this point I am not so sure what Im waiting for; I could be waiting for death, and I could be waiting for life. #3 Tree branches are growing out on me. They are coming out of slits on my arm. There is no blood, no pain, nothing, just tree branches

fast growing right before my bare eyes. I am sort of terrified. Or not quite terrified, I am rather left in awe. I observe my treeful arms for a while, and then I close my eyes & take a deep breath. #4 I am a tree. Silent, still, and perfectly rooted in the soil. I can feel the wind, and I can feel the contentment of being rooted in Earth, of having a home. I am comforted at the fact that I do not have to speak, I do not have to remember, and at the fact that no one is going to take my home away from me. You would say I am dead, but I have never felt more alive. I arch up a little, and I remain standing there in eternal peace.

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