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		<title>U yalla ya shabab</title>
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U yalla ya shabab
 
Sunday midnight
 I spent most of the day looking for a calculator! No luck&#8230; I did not leave a drawer nor a closet without looking&#8230; no calculator what so ever in the house&#8230;.
Monday
In a rare occasion these days, my sister H. and I were on a bonding trip. We decided to pick up [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">U yalla ya shabab</span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Sunday midnight</span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I spent most of the day looking for a calculator! No luck&#8230; I did not leave a drawer nor a closet without looking&#8230; no calculator what so ever in the house&#8230;.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Monday</span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">In a rare occasion <em><strong>these days</strong></em>, my sister H. and I were on a bonding trip. We decided to pick up our sister E. from the airport. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">I suppose we were hoping for quite a bit, when we thought the trip to and from the airport would be uneventful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we came out after picking up E. we noticed that some bus was parked across the street from us… ya3ni between us and this bus there was a street… kulloh tamam up until this point…..however Mr. bus was a tiny bit too big for that spot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And since we were surrounded by <em><strong>3 big</strong></em> cars, the only way out was reverse<em><strong>…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>which is how cars usually drive our of their spots in garages….I know that much</strong></em>…<strong>but I am trying to show that there was no other option besides reversing</strong>…… What is specific for this case was that there was not enough space for my beautiful Polo to reverse… <em><strong>we were stuck</strong></em>.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">I tried to reverse a few times, but since my sisters are still doubtful about my driving skills….they did not believe me when I said we<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>were stuck… so we decided to give H. a chance. <em><strong>She is agreeably the most skillful driver among us three</strong></em>… H.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tried a few times before announcing …<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><em><strong>we were stuck</strong></em>….<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">We decide the best thing we can do is waiting for bus driver… bas bus driver apparently was having the night of his life at the airport….<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did not show up… we waited… and waited… and waited… nothing happened…. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">Security guy came to check why were not moving… he asked <em><strong>sweetly</strong></em> if we are waiting for the man who was supposedly bringing the baggage. And when he realized there was no man bringing the baggage… he asked if there was a problem… we explained….he smiled… he said let me try…. When we explained we already did… he smiled again….it just did not appear to be customary for<strong> </strong>girls to know how to reverse on their own… since we were getting desperate by then… we gave him the driver seat…. A few minutes later he got out declaring that<strong> we were stuck</strong>….</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">But no worries… Mr. Security man will save the day</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">He said… “the only way out of here is <em><strong>to carry</strong></em> the car out of the spot”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>when I gave him the hesitant “ok”… five men<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>appeared out of nowhere … Mr. Security goes u yalla ya shabab!</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">They carried our car!!! And put us on the road!!!! </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">No calculator&#8230;.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Wednesday</span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">SNOW!!!!SNOW!!!!SNOW!!!!</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">Still no calculator&#8230;</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Thursday</span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day changes into night, night changes into day, then night comes and then day again &#8230; I float from one to the other with a feeling of anticipation&#8230; as if I am waiting for something to happen&#8230;.only I don’t know what is it that I am waiting for&#8230;. and so I move&#8230; it seems that my life had fallen into a rhythm of constant movement&#8230; I start at 8:00 in the morning and keep at it till 1:00 am the next day. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">I watched the Human Stain yesterday&#8230; and like most of Anthony Hopkins’ movies&#8230; I loved it&#8230;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mostly because of my fascination with Philip Roth and all the mystery that surrounds the character Nathan Zuckerman <em><strong>a character in most of his books</strong></em>&#8230;. it is claimed Nathan Zukerman is his alter ego&#8230;. <em><strong>I am just fascinated with the concept of alter egos&#8230;. I wonder what kind of person is mine?</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">&#8230; anyway&#8230; in one scene of the human stain, Anthony Hopkins states that movement is the enemy of thinking&#8230; and it hits me that it is true&#8230; when you move&#8230;you don’t think anymore. And I wonder if I am moving in order not to think?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only thing I have done in the last four years of my life is to think &#8230;. I am so tired of thinking&#8230; I don’t want to think anymore.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">I finally decided to get out of the house to buy a calculator on Thursday&#8230; ever since&#8230;. wherever I look I find a calculator&#8230; I have found 4 calculators so far!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><em><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Saturday </span></strong></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have been writing this post for at least a week&#8230;<em><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><strong> </strong></span></em>There are a million things I want to grumble about, but it&#8217;s half-past two, and mom says I <em><strong>MUST</strong></em> go to bed&#8230;.. I won’t complain&#8230; after all I have been acting like a rotten child last two days because of my cold.<em></em></span></span></p>
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