Archive for October, 2015

October 25th 2015

Sunday, October 25th, 2015
October 25th 2015
The exhilarating feeling he had watching the white space transform to lines of characters and small spaces fuelled his creativity, and the minutes gave way to hours of non-stop writing. Kerouac would’ve approved.
Allowing himself a short pause, the vegetarian dish he heated in the microwave tasted good.
With a cup of black coffee in hand, he was back at the desk, imagining in his mind’s eye his writer self typing away until the small hours.
But then, his pupils shrunk at the sight of the white empty space on the screen.
His lexicon of profanity was spat out at whatever mad forces of technology and his own IT inaptitude that had connived so malevolently to obliterate the day’s creation.
An apple and a bar of chocolate later, the lines of characters began to seep into the white space once again.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

The exhilaration he had watching the white space transform into lines of characters and small gaps fuelled his creativity; the minutes gave way to hours of non-stop writing. Kerouac would’ve approved.

Allowing himself a short pause, the vegetarian dish he heated in the microwave tasted good.
With a cup of black coffee in hand, he was back at the desk, imagining in his mind’s eye his writer self typing away until the small hours.
But then, his pupils shrunk at the sight of the white empty space on the screen.
His lexicon of profanity was spat out at whatever mad forces of technology and his own IT inaptitude that had connived so malevolently to obliterate the day’s creation.
An apple and a bar of chocolate later, the lines of characters began to seep into the white space once again.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

October 18th 2015

Sunday, October 18th, 2015
October 18th 2015
“I was invited to this thing, and they said look under your seats,” the bespectacled middle-aged chap in a dark navy blazer told the woman in a long brown overcoat.
“Are you waiting for The Suffragettes?” the bearded usher in a waistcoat  asked with a high pitch voice.
“And found an envelope with this film ticket; I’ve never won anything in my life!” he said cheerfully.
The Palestinian director of “3000 Nights,” Mai Masri, climbed the few short steps to the stage, her intelligence and passion all too palpable in her gaze and the short introduction of the film.
Sensing the tears that reflected the light of the screen on many faces in the cavernous auditorium, he felt at ease wiping his own wet eyes.
Out of the several good questions the director received after the screening, the last was most insightful, though it wasn’t much of a statement.
“As an Israeli scholar said, ‘Occupation corrupts the occupiers!’” said a male voice that carried notes of old age and wisdom.
Peace and love,
Ja’f

“I was invited to this thing, and they said look under your seats,” the bespectacled middle-aged chap in a dark navy blazer told the woman in a long brown overcoat.

“Are you waiting for The Suffragettes?” the bearded usher in a waistcoat  asked with a high pitch voice.

“And found an envelope with this film ticket; I’ve never won anything in my life!” he said cheerfully.

The Palestinian director of “3000 Nights,” Mai Masri, climbed the few short steps to the stage, her intelligence and passion all too palpable in her gaze and the short introduction of the film.

Sensing the tears that reflected the light of the screen on many faces in the cavernous auditorium, he felt at ease wiping his own wet eyes.

Out of the several good questions the director received after the screening, the last was most insightful, though it wasn’t much of a statement.

“As an Israeli scholar said, ‘Occupation corrupts the occupiers!’” said a male voice that carried notes of old age and wisdom.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

October 11th 2015

Wednesday, October 14th, 2015
October 11th 2015
“Lizzie, you eat it; Liz!” the thirty-something mother pleaded with the two-year-old. But the little one was keen on feeding her rugby-player of a dad.
As the family vacated the table, another set of parents and kids were already waiting nearby.
This time, the kids and mother outnumbered the seats, and so the father balanced himself at the edge of a chair, next to his son, while tucking into a veggie sandwich.
“It’s been a long day for you!” he smiled to his son.
“Did you like the museum?”
The boy nodded.
“Sir, would you like a chair?” asked a burly gentleman in a black T-shirt and dark glasses.
“Yes, please!”
The piece of furniture was quickly produced and placed by the boy.
The dark T-shirt and glasses went back to a nearby table, where a huge suitcase was now occupying the former space of the chair.
All the while, a middle-aged chap was feverishly typing into his iPad.
“A book or a film screenplay!” the teenage girl in the next table thought.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
“Lizzie, you eat it; Liz!” the thirty-something mother pleaded with the two-year-old. But the little one was keen on feeding her rugby-player of a dad.
As the family vacated the table, another set of parents and kids were already waiting nearby.
This time, the kids and mother outnumbered the seats, and so the father balanced himself at the edge of a chair, next to his son, while tucking into a veggie sandwich.
“It’s been a long day for you!” he smiled to his son.
“Did you like the museum?”
The boy nodded.
“Sir, would you like a chair?” asked a burly gentleman in a black T-shirt and dark glasses.
“Yes, please!”
The piece of furniture was quickly produced and placed by the boy.
The dark T-shirt and glasses went back to a nearby table, where a huge suitcase was now occupying the former space of the chair.
All the while, a middle-aged chap was feverishly typing into his iPad.
“A book or a film screenplay!” the teenage girl in the next table thought.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

October 3rd 2015

Monday, October 5th, 2015
October 3rd 2015
The phone gave out a surprise note.
He pushed his loose light brown hair away from his forehead, as he distractedly gazed down at the screen, before going back to the bigger small screen of the iPad.
The sports event clearly wasn’t going to plan.
On the other side of the table, the girl busied herself with her own mobile device and an issue of Time Out – she was looking at the “Going Out” section.
Another surprised note from the boy’s mobile.
The boy was less distracted this time, as he read the message.
He looked up at the girl, and she tried her best to be encouraging.
Three surprised notes were emitted in succession.
He unfolded the iPad cover, and placed it on the table.
She seemed to wonder how long to wait before suggesting the hiking route the article recommended.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
The phone gave out a surprise note.
He pushed his loose light brown hair away from his forehead, as he distractedly gazed down at the screen, before going back to the bigger small screen of the iPad.
The sports event clearly wasn’t going to plan.
On the other side of the table, the girl busied herself with her own mobile device and an issue of Time Out – she was looking at the “Going Out” section.
Another surprised note from the boy’s mobile.
The boy was less distracted this time, as he read the message.
He looked up at the girl, and she tried her best to be encouraging.
Three surprised notes were emitted in succession.
He unfolded the iPad cover, and placed it on the table.
She seemed to wonder how long to wait before suggesting the hiking route the article recommended.
Peace and love,
Ja’far