The World Around You

Historic Islamic Poetry November 30, 2009

Historic Islamic Poetry Part 5 and 6

C.5 When men spread themselves over the earth,

And became many nations,

Speaking diverse languages,

And observing diverse customs and laws;

The evils became multiplied,

As one race or nation

Became alienated from another

The brotherhood of man was now doubly forgotten—

First, between individuals, and secondly between nations.

Arrogance, selfishness, and untruth

Were sown and reaped in larger fields;

And Peace, Faith, Love and Justice

Were obscured over masses of men,

As large tracts of land are starved

Of sunshine by clouds floating far on high.

C.6 But Allah, in His infinite mercy and love,

Who forgives and guides individuals and nations,

And turns to good even what seems to use evil,

Never forsakes the struggling soul that turns to Him,

Nor the groups of men and women

Who join together to obey His Will and Law

And strengthen each other in unity and truth,

Nor the Nations that dwell

In mountain or valley, heat or cold,

In regions fertile or arid,

In societies that roam over land or seas,

Or hunt, or tend flocks, or till the soil,

Or seek the seas for food or oil or fat or gems,

Or dig out from bowels of the earth

Precious stones or metals or stored-up heat and energy,

Or practice arts and crafts, or produce abundant wealth

By machines of ingenious workmanship,

Or live a frugal life of contemplation,

For all are creatures of one God,

And share His loving care

And must be brought within the pale

Of His eternal unity and harmony


Diary of ME! First day on Eid Al Adha November 28, 2009

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Diary of ME! First day on Eid Al Adha

First Day Eid Al Adha

At Home

Computer Room’s Bed



ZiNG ZinG!

My mobile has a digital ringtone which, apparently( I worked on it for some time), doesn’t give me the option of changing tones.

Like I said before on different articles, I live with what I have.

My alarm was programmed to ring at around 6:30, and I had to go to the mosque to pray the Eid Prayer, of which I made an appointment with my friend to meet at 7:15. I thought I could use the extra half hour to study and the other 15 minutes to get ready to go. I really had the intention of studying, but I couldn’t do it, when it rung I just re programmed the alarm to ring at 7:01 and went back to sleep.

I was punished though by not being able to go to sleep, so I laid there in bed until I got bored and got up at 6:56, and decided to go get ready.

I Love Eid!

While I was in the bathroom (I was doing waduu, nothing else) I heard the phone go “ZiNG ZiNG!”, again. I was starting to hate that sound, no matter how cool it looks in writing.

*more mumbling*


Around 7 : 20

I was late to the prayer, which isn’t common *cough*. Apparently we should have been there at 7:00 not 7:20.

And when it was time for the lecture by the Sheikh, I was destined to be sitting near a gang of noobs that forgot how to shut up, no matter how many people give then the evil eye o_O and all the warnings people give them. Where do they think they are? Some kind of teen social café? I guess that’s my punishment for being late.

Back Home Sweet Home

On my way home, I decided that I got to study at least 20 minutes for my sake! So I did, then went back to my lovely computer and conquered a planet and made extinct two races with my immortal army of beastly red soldiers and a commander that keeps eating dirt. Pfff, “Be aware of the alien, the mutant, …the heretic.” That’s just one of his mottos, or quotes.

I also gave the doorman some meat, since thank God we did sacrifice a sheep and it was mandatory to split it up and give the people in need. Or better’ly’ put, the needy.

Oh yea, I also remembered that today was Friday, time to go to the Friday prayer before I get more late than I already am, enough war, time for peace.

Same Mosque around 3 Hours Later from the First Visit

Darn, late again, what’s up with time today?

The rest of the day was normal.

Diary Part First day on Eid Al Adha Terminated……..


My apologies for me blogging little November 26, 2009

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Hi all readers,

I just want you to know that I am very well alive! And planning to stay that way.

One of the reasons that I’m not blogging much anymore is the crappy net, of which I am not supposed to say the word “crap” because a friend of mine doesn’t like it, so I won’t say it unless I get really REALLY REALLY REALLY mad.

Anyways back to the point, I wasn’t blogging because of my crappy net which is so crappy it doesn’t just not work it turns on then off then on then off then on for another 12 sec then off, mostly off, until you get some type of cyber paranoia thingy and can’t go to sleep. Worst thing of all the people you are talking to on your messengers1 start believing that you really have paranoia. Crap net. This has been going on for around a week, with the usual chance of having a steady but extremely slow connection or having none at all, as if the fact that my best friends brother tends to enjoy the usual downloads and plugging me out of the internet and sometimes the whole LAN is bad enough.

The crappy net is only one of the reasons. I have some other:

School —————- \


Study —————–/

Parents telling me to go study

My eye’s pain from reading so much

My depression

And the fact that I can’t say crap until I get angry.

1(I am not sure about all the other people but I got like 1-3 messengers on sometimes)


Diary of ME! Part VIII November 16, 2009

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Diary of ME! Part VIII


Friday! Finally! Again! The only free day of the week. Never got bored of Fridays, and I probably will never. Today I had planned to go with my friends and two fathers to the Computer Exhibition, which I was looking forward to it for two reasons. First, I love computers! Second, I kind of ruined my old speakers and needed new ones for Resident Evil 5 and plenty of other games. I also listen to music while working on the net sometimes.

I consider time on the computer is time spent wisely with a bonus of the internet, which isn’t easy to get here1.

1(I won’t lie, internet is easy to here, but for no more than dial up, and those not familiar with dial up it has a max of roughly 7 kb download ……. regular browsing speeds are roughly from 11 – 56 kb/s depending on the internet’s mood)

When it was time to go, we went to the neighbor’s car for he was going to take us.

You know! Car pooling! We love the environment.

We sat in a Toyota Yari[s]2 and 4 people were in the back, including me. I hope you can imagine how we were sitting.

2(The car was called Yaris, but after the third day from purchase someone broke off the “s”. )

2009 Shaam Technology Exhibition

We   (me and my friends) have been to lots of exhibitions, I even worked in one. They weren’t perfect, but they were good and we didn’t mind going. But this time was different. Way different. For some dumba**3 reason the guy who planned the Exhibition decided that entering the exhibition was free and unfortunately the Exhibition is placed between lots of hill-bellies’4 that live there, and every one of them loves free stuff, who doesn’t? But it’s supposed to be a Tech-nol-ogy exhibition for God’s sake! Not a carnival!

3(Here a** means donkey, not butt) My blog is rated E for Everyone

4(Most Hill-bellies are evil here)

Another new thing was the entrance to the Exhibition grounds. When I arrived it looked like someone was giving free Lamborghinis away, but it turned out to be the entrance to the grounds and people were being let in through a door. If that wasn’t enough, some guy decided that people weren’t allowed to get in until getting ……. “wrongfully touched” if you get my meaning. First your chest, your shoulders, your sides and then, pop, between your legs.

After the feeling of being “wrongfully touched” dissolves, you would start thinking that you took a wrong turn and were entering N.A.S.A. or something. Oh my God, It’s just an Exhibition! I mean why would they do that? Who was the smart guy who planned this out? It’s just a Technology Exhibition, and probably 98% of the stuff are Chinese products.

That’s only for the men of course, because I am sure that if massacres wouldn’t be made, they would do it to the women also. Fortunately the women were taken to the side and had their side bags expected.

After getting through the wretched door, which, thank God doesn’t take as long as expected, you have to get a pass. There were 2 types of passed (at least). A student’s pass and a regular pass. To get the students pass you have to look like a student AND get lucky because they don’t give it to everyone that looks like a student, they probably give it randomly. The regular pass needs you to fill out a paper for personal information including your last name, first name, phone number, cellular number, email, occupation, home address, website (if you have), company ( if you have), how you found out about the exhibition, and probably other things; I got the students pass so I had to call a friend to remind me of some of the questions for the regular pass. At least it was free though, eh?

When you find you friends (if you came with them) and meet up again, you have to pass a person who asks you for your pass.

I believe you could imagine the problems that could occur throughout this whole ordeal; especially if you live here I’m sure you can.

When passing the security dude who checks for your pass, you have a chance of being stopped by another person who asks you more questions. To this point all I can say is “This is getting really pathetic

After all this, you’re free to go! Other than the people who walk around and try to give you advertisements, you’re cool.

By the time you get bored of figuring out how the exhibition was laid out, and where was where, you’ll realize that it doesn’t have much planning into it, nor will it seem that it was divided into sections, except for the fact that if it was planned out, it was planned extremely poorly (is this sentence correct grammar wise?)

Though, in the end you will start going with the flow since it was greatly crowded. They also tend to have strong spotlights pointed at the crowds with blaring subwoofers playing Kurdish music or something like that.

Also if you purchase an item or more, to get out you need to show a security guard the receipt, which the seller would probably have forgotten to give you. Like what happened to me.


Diary of ME! Islamic Ethics and Cellular Phones November 14, 2009

14/11/09 Saturday

Most of the time, the one thing I think about after the last lesson of the day at school is my Pc! And Food! Today I convinced my Dad to go with me to buy meat sharwana (Its like a meat sandwich, with mayo and parsley). While getting ready to go, my Dad finished before me and decided to go before me, and I would meet up with him on the street. I got dressed, went downstairs and started going to the resteraunt. While I was calling my Dad to see where he was so I could meet with him I heard some ringing. Ringing from the darkness. It was a digital ringing, and I was used to hearing ringing because people always turn on their songs in the middle of the street. It was also very close, and continuous. The ringing wasn’t any song or something, it was those defaults that come with the phone. Of course I realized it was a phone from the rhythm. I got a busy message while calling, ended the call and tried to find the source of the ringing. I looked back, and spotted a white flashing on the ground, in the middle of the street. It was dark and I couldn’t make out what it was exactly. Of course, from all my experience and wisdom, I had plenty of ideas running through my head. Most of them were things like “This could be a prank or Hidden Camera”. I mean, it is weird situation, what would you do in my place? There I was frozen in my place on the sidewalk. I looked around to see if anyone was looking, and found nothing suspicious. So I walked towards the flashing object and picked it up. After realizing that it was ringing, I decided to answer.

“Hello” I said, I felt really weird and I still think I talked in a stupid way.

“Hello, who is talking to me” Said a young girl.

I had no intention to say my name or give any information about myself, I still didn’t really know what was happening. I like being cautious. Better safe than sorry. So I replied “I found this phone on the ground?”

“Oh yea, this is my Moms phone”

“uhm, yes?”

“Well” said the girl. “where can you give us the phone?”

“Well, where are you? I am in Mashroo3 Dumar near the Fire Fighters Department”

“Oh ok, we are close can you wait there 5 minutes please?”

“Sure, I am waiting there.”

“Ok thanks a lot”

I waited 5 minutes, and each car that passed, I tried to see through the dark car windows to see if anyone was looking for me. After waiting a bit, the phone started ringing again. They asked me again where I was, and I replied the same answer, and that I was waiting for them, they told me they are there. I looked up and saw a white sedan pull up in front of me, it seemed like a Volkswagen. I didn’t really pay attention to what the car was, but while recalling it through memory I remember it was white and looked like a volkswagen. I peered through the windows and saw a women driving, the mother, and her daughter sitting near her, with some kids in the back. Then I said “Here is the phone, the screen is broken by the way, good bye”

And I walked off, I know it was awkward but I was supposed to be with my dad not talking with strangers. Apparently they thought the same thing, so after a couple of seconds of walking they moved the car towards me and horned. I looked back wondering what was it they wanted. While I approached the car, I stopped short. I saw the mother offering me cash and saying that she wants to give them to be because I am a good person. I said “what the heck” and took the money then walked off.




I am kidding ;)

I saw the women offering money, and stopped short. She said that she wants me to have the money because I am a good person. I told her that I won’t take any cash, and that she is welcome for my help, and good bye. Once again I walked off. Then I saw my Dad walking towards me carrying my tasty sandwich. Hmmmmm, food!


Diary of ME! Part VI November 13, 2009

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Diary of ME! Part VI

Wednesday   11\ 11\ 09

Yesterday I finished a practice French and Science Test. I have never felt so much stress since the days of 9th grade, which was like Bacaloria only for little kids. I think we are the only country who has this type of level.

I did ok on the Science and French, I was expecting much less writing, I felt like I was writing the book. For French I didn’t even memorize the Essay, but in the test I started making up sentences of my own! Do not think they will give me any marks on those though.

Today I studied only 1 hour, from an average Syrian student of 7 hours. People also suffer like this in Iraq by the way. I am too bored to do much studying, barely able to focus on this article (I am writing this after school, still bored though.)

Class Number (*)

Today I learned of the ignorance of the French teacher.

I was in a French lesson. The guy infront of me has a HUGE tendency of turning over to talk to me and chat, and no matter how much I try to make the teacher think it is his fault, he blames it on me with either a stare that you would expect from a basilisk or a little yelling. Today though, he actually filled a written complaint of which included the words “Excessive chatter “ though the complaint was after threatening me to be kicked from the class, but he literally, just spontaneously stopped threatening me and went crazy! Next thing I knew was sitting my butt on the rough metal bench outside the class. Apparently I am not worth the threats. Nor was it enough to kick me from the class and file a complaint but he went and told the class manager “how much excessive blabbering I did”, of which the class manager called me from class the next lesson and mundanely said “This is the first complaint from you my son, so I will not take action. Go and fix the cuffs of your uniform and close the chest buttons!” If there is one thing you learn from living in the Middle East it’s the ability to act apologetic when you would be laughing so hard in the inside that you’ll get diarrhea and a tomato colored face that will make it look like your constipating.

Though it turns out that the French teacher didn’t think all those things were enough because I think he could have told the English teacher to do the same thing to me, because the English teacher filled another complaint against me, “ثرثرة” which translates roughly to “Chattery” in English. The teacher saw it fit to file a complaint with the only word “Chattery” in it, why me? What did I do wrong to get teachers like this?

After all that, the same English teacher decided to write next to the complainant “Didn’t bring the English book”. Which wasn’t my fault.


Diary of ME! Part V Syrian Taxies November 6, 2009

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Diary of ME!

Part V


The [Syrian] Taxi Dude

Last day of school in the week. Finally. Though I won’t be doing my usual Thursday1 plans2 I will go to my grandmother’s house to wish her a good travel, because she is leaving the country, and this might be my last chance to say good bye before she leaves for Europe for an estimate of 7 months. After almost getting in a fight with some stupid classmates, I leave the school. I head towards the stationary shop to buy a Scrabble board game I saw earlier but couldn’t carry. I buy it then head out to the main road to stop a taxi.

1(Thursday is the last school day in the week in my school)

2(Usual plans usually have something to do with spending money and going out with friends)

Usually when I don’t want taxies they crowd the road, but, as usual, when you want one, you won’t find one. It was late, and I was starting to worry. Syria isn’t the safest country on earth you know. Thus, deciding to move to a different location in hopes of finding an empty taxi, one suddenly stops next to me. It had two men; they were paying the chauffeur and “looked” like they were getting out. Turned out that only one guy wanted to leave, the other just wanted to sit on his former seat (the seat next to the driver.) Thinking that I should move on, the driver peered out of his window and asked me where I was heading. I told him, he asking the guy next to him, and they decided to take me.

From the minute I got in I knew the taxi guy wasn’t regular, my guts felt it. He seemingly was laughing from a racist joke made by the other guy sitting next to him about Kurds. I didn’t say anything; I tend to keep to myself. After the old passenger got to his stop (about 2 min later); he asked the driver how much money he owed, because this was a type of rogue taxi (he didn’t seem to have the Taxi Meter that counts the money depending on how much the taxi drove (I don’t know what it is called.)) The driver, surprisingly, said 50 sp! For 2 min driving! That is A LOT, for a ride like that he should have paid like 15 sp. I, again, didn’t say anything, and the poor/stupid passenger paid without saying anything either.

After moving on the road a bit, the driver invited me to the seat next to him. I, of course, denied. What do you think you would have done? A Syrian jumpy taxi driver that likes making jokes along the way late at night, asking you to sit next to him! No sensible guy (unless he is huge) would accept.

After telling him how to reach my grandmother’s house (he didn’t know I am going to my grandmothers’ house) he stopped infront of the house. I thanked him and got out to be able to reach into my side pocket to pay him. I took taxies from my school to my grandmother’s house plenty of times, and I knew the estimate amount that I should pay the taxi (The amount that turns up on the Taxi Meter.) The amount was as estimate of 30 sp, depending on the traffic. I reached into my pocket, knowing I didn’t have change to give him a 40 (I like paying them a little tip or something) I gave him a 50. I stood there expecting some change. But noooooooo. This dude wasn’t normal. I should have probably listened to my guts. The guy didn’t just want an extra ten, nor a 50. He was going much higher for a 5 min ride.

He took the 50 (One piece of paper bill) and started feeling it. Why is he feeling a paper bill? Then he looked at it, looked at me, and said “I want a 75” Apparently the simpleton was expecting me to give him a 100 sp paper. I was like WTH? Is this guy serious? Apparently he was, because when I expressed how flabbergasted I was at his request, he made a face no mentally sound human being would make. It’s really is hard to explain, it was more like a mentally deformed adolescent “trying to be funny” kind of face. Can you imagine that kind of face? No…. Neither can I, I never knew it was possible till this guy made it. The face was accompanied with a squeaky sound that sounded like a squeaky “Really? Who told you that?”

I replied “Dude, I took a taxi several times here, and I usually pay the same amount each time, around 40!”

He stood, staring at me for a while, then, unexpectantly said something like this “It is my fault for making you into a man” plus other gibberish which I couldn’t catch because he pressed the gas a sped off. Of course it took me a minute to realize that he probably did all the drama to just try and take an extra double of his rightful amount, with nothing to lose and a minimum of 10 sp extra ( the 50 I gave him and the same 50 he ran away with.) Typical Syrian taxi, what do you expect? Some respect?


Diary of ME! Part VI November 1, 2009

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Not much of a new day, though our school never lets us down. It’s always trying to prove its insolence and stupidity, every…single….hour….  and I am here to tell you about it!

Diary of ME! Part VI

Estimate Time Period: 31/10/09

Damascus, Syria


I woke up. Contentedly went through the science lessons that were due for memorizing (It was a Saturday), skimmed over the other subjects, ate breakfast1 and then went to the building’s lobby to meet with my friends, but instead of meeting them like I always do, I had to do the waiting and actually wait for them2.I hope we don’t have to do that again. Though I think it’s my fault for coming on time. After the time-wasting wait we got out of the lobby and went towards the taxi guy we hired to take us to school. Which for a weird reason too, we didn’t have to wait for him3. Today was more abnormal than usual. Today was also the day when the payment for the taxi was due. I went inside, got myself ready to tolerate the smell of rotten sweat, and paid him his payment.

1(For all the people who don’t know, I have a very intriguing fact to show: Breakfast is composed of 2 words. Break and fast. Add them up and you get breakfast! Which is taken from the meaning of breaking the fast, fast as in the fasting you are doing while asleep. I know! Very cool fact!)

2(If you read my other articles you would know that I actually make them do the waiting, but for some reason I came on time today)

3(the taxi driver has a tendency of washing his car or something of the likes while we wait for him)

Class Number (*)

Sometime around the Science Lesson

I revised some of the lessons by the time the teacher got in the class and positioned his laptop and projector. He took up a piece of paper, which I wrongfully guessed was the Quiz Paper (A paper which has the names of the students inclass, so he can pick some names randomly4 and Quiz the students whose name was chosen.) The paper turned out to be something different.

“Chris5” The teacher unexpectedly said.

I thought it was Quiz time for me, and I didn’t worry. I studied hard and finally got a chance to prove it, or so I thought. “Yes teacher?”

“You have been chosen” Chosen? For what? “ as a lazy student, and the school will keep strong tabs on you from now on.”

“What!?” I was confused now.

“You have gotten bad grades in the past tests, and, if you get another crap grade, shall be taken to a different class6 or kicked from the school,”

@!*# @!&^  $ %#$  &^! Ok, now I was not only confused, but getting a bit angry.

Before getting a chance to ask him why, he completed his talk with the answer “Because you have completed 4 tests with the grades being; 8, 4, 1, 9”(from the total of 10.) Which were great scores if you were to compare me with the other kids in my class. I told him out loud “May I ask you a question” I wanted to understand what he means by this, because those grades are great compared to others, and why did he choose me?!7 But he just told me off and I never asked him. Now I am stuck with a bad record in Science, which is my favorite subject, plus a threat to be re located to a different class. I don’t think the idiots will actually take me out of the school, I hope……..

4(They make us believe that they pick the students randomly, but we all know the truth…..)

5(From now on I decided to use Chris as my name on the blog)

6(It might not sound bad, but in this school being taken to a different class wasn’t cool)

7(It’s a conspiracy I tell you!)

By the way, I got reasonable excuses for the grades 1 and 4……

And the grades 8 and 9 can prove that I am not lazy………

Because I was from the only three students in my class (which has about 35 students in it) of who got 9 on the test, no one got a better grade in the class.

I am not good,

I’m real good.


Diary of ME! What I Learned so Far: Week Exams II October 27, 2009

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Diary of ME! Part III

What I Learned so Far: Week Exams II

Estimate Time Period: 1st Month of School

Damascus, Syria

Class Number (*)

The teacher then threw me back my book,and the Class Manager asked him about my status with the work for my Week Exam. The answer was expected, as I wrote before; almost all people want you to struggle1, he said “laa hatha moo sheghil” which means “No this isn’t [real] work.” I was then told to stand aside near the door, which I did gloomily2.After wasting some more precious time (which I have a tendency of doing a lot these days; for some weird reason) he told me that my (punishment) Week Exam was doubled3, and I had to bring it to then the next day. Of course, I wasn’t planning on that at all. No stupid dude tells me what to do.

1(they want you to struggle for no reason, that is the awful part)

2(I usually resort to merciless arguing and negotiating but I knew that these guys are thicker than the Great Wall of China)

3(When the school gives us the questions for the Week Exam on a paper, it has two versions, one on each side. We only have to do one of them, unless we get the other as a punishment, which is what I meant by saying that I had to double it)

A day later

Another day of torment. I woke, studied, and then reluctantly went to school. On the second or third lesson (I don’t really remember exactly) the Class Manager walked in for his routine checking of who is absent4. Then he called out my name, asked where my punishment is (he means the extra Week Exam) and heard me say “HEY! Idiot, I don’t work for you! So go back and curl up in your satanic pigin’ pit hole and stick your head in one of your pig friends!” Ok, no, I didn’t say that, but I wish I could have. I bluntly said “Nope” shook my head authoritatively “I didn’t do it.” He looked at me skeptically and said “Why?”I replied “Because I can’t possibly do it in 1 day! It needs around three days.”(That was just an excuse; I can’t be very mean with him in front of the whole class) “Too bad, come talk to me in the recess [Break Time].” He said in an abusive way.

4(they check who is absent so that they could send a SMS to your parents just  in case you didn’t feel like going to school and decided to skip, not that I ever did that…..)

I thought I was safe then, and said to myself that if I didn’t go talk with him he will probably forget the whole thing. I was shockingly wrong. (I also seem to have a tendency to being wrong nowadays5)

5(I USED to have a tendency of being right, man, the world is changing)

2 days later

The next day came. I (as usual) woke, studied, and went to school. I was thinking that the whole thing was cooled off and that the imbeciles forgot the whole thing and that it was going to be another peaceful6 day at the National High School of S.D.7. My friends and class mates didn’t forget though( and I was going to find out that the National High School of S.D. administration didn’t forget either), and I had to bear with them asking me if I did the punishment or not. I, of course, boastingly told them “Of course not!” Then, as usual, the Class Manager came in for the absent list, called out my name, and asked the same wretched question. Of course, my answer didn’t change, and I re answered him the same answer, which he wasn’t expecting (nor were my classmates8) He replied with a cliché “OK then, follow me to the principal’s room.” OK, that I WASN’T expecting……..

6(It never is peaceful, but I try to be optimistic)

7(Did you know? The S.D in National High School of S.D. means “Happiness” in Arabic, very stupid name to call a school, I know, especially went it is a Bacaloria school.)

8(I knew they weren’t expecting it because of the ominous silence that followed my answer)


Diary of ME! Part II What I Learned so Far: Week Exams October 26, 2009

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Diary of ME! Part II

What I Learned so Far: Week Exams

Estimate Time Period: 1st Month of School

Damascus, Syria

At Home

“Dad! Give me some money PLEASE!”

“No way! Hahahahaaha”

Ok, the usual morning so far. Yester night ( and day) I was working hard on the “Week Exams” that the idiotic National High School of S.D. give us almost every week to sweat on throughout the weekend ( which is only one day, Friday). Plus all the other studying I did yesterday and today morning1. Now I was running late. As usual. My friends, from how used to me being late, even stopped their continuous nagging, moaning, and whining! Which is a relief, Thank God!

1(We have school on the afternoon schedules, not the usual morning schedules)

Now, as usual too, I was trying to get my rightful allowance2 from my Dad, which is a pain in the back side because I don’t get it, unless I’m lucky. I also was trying to get my schedule packed into my backpack, which likewise, is not as simple as it sounds.

2 (Which is meager by the way)

Back to the Week Exams. I still hadn’t finished it. It takes forever and a day. Not much3, but I get it done in the end, most of the time. The hard part after finishing it is remembering to place it into the backpack so you can bring it to school, or the stupid National High School of S.D will double the Week Exam for you and make it due the day4 after you forgot to bring it (or simply didn’t do it.)

3(That’s sarcasm)

4(Which is sheer stupidity!)

I know what you are thinking but don’t worry, I didn’t forget to bring it to school but THEY did something extravagantly more ludicrous.

Class Number (*)

I survived around 3 brainless weeks of National High School of S.D so far. I was sitting on my seat on the second row5The Algebra teacher was on the other side of the class doing the National High School of S.D Tradition (checking vigorously for your Week Exam for the point of mercilessly giving you a punishment). The Class Manager was vigorously doing the Tradition on MY side of the class room, unfortunately for me.

5(I am thinking of making a post on the seats they provide us, for people over 19 advised.)

He lazily saw my notebook, started contemplating on something7 then resolved on saying “Ya istath, taah shoof hathahee al daftar.”8 Which means: “Hey teacher, come see this notebook”, Oh darn, look at my luck9…..

I stood, picked my notebook up, and went to the Algebra teacher. I had to endure a little on my legs till “His Highness”10 decided to start making fun of me11. He took the notebook, and after making a variance of unconventional faces, he started asking questions……..”Why did you write that like this?” “Why did you do that?” ”Do you find this acceptable?” “Oh come on, really?” Darn it, why me! …….

7(Which isn’t advisable nor easy, for him AND you, for him because they like to think vicious things, and they haven’t the capability to think hard, and for you, because vicious things have a tendency of happening to you)

8(We were having an Algebra lesson, though I am sure you could have accumulated that idea when I wrote “Algebra teacher” in the paragraph before.)

9(I actually thank God for my luck, which, thank God, is better that other people)

10(I mean the teacher here, but he thinks he is much more than that)

11(which is not advisable)