Amina Hussein

There’re those lines from a very famous Arabic poem that I remember in times when I find no one at all to talk to or to be beside me, then my mind goes back to the few very great human beings that were once upon time in my life whom many of them were the same age as my deceased grandparents, the lines from the poem are as follows:

سيذكرني قومي أذا جد جدهم وفي الليله الظلماء يفتقد البدر


The poet says : My people will remember me when the tides are so high and things are damn tough, for in dark nights people do miss the moon.


On a day like this I want to talk about my very kind neighbor  (Amina Hussein) whom was as  a grand mother  and friend  to me. Amina was in her 60’s or 70’s am not sure but she had the most youthful heart and soul any young person could ever have. I would go and sit beside her in front of her house or inside it and then we would chat about everything (Politics, love, life, people, me & everything in between).

Granny Amina Hussein may the lord bless her soul was like me an observer and deep thinker, she would sit there and record everything inside her brain and then surprise you with her vast analysis. She became suddenly ill, and I used to visit her at her house after work, and try to make her cheer up. Days before her death I went to visit her and was covering myself with a garment and she liked it very much, her eyes were shinning like a child who just found Ali-Baba cave full of candies, and she touched the garment saying it had been years since she had something similar, I asked her what was her favourite color? She told me, and I went to the market and bought her a more beautiful one than mine, days later Amina died, but I didn’t attend the funeral, I don’t go to funerals, and death in general breaks my heart.


She left me, I lost a granny and a very wise and kind friend. She left behind also her husband and kids, I didn’t know how to help her husband except by making a monthly small donation for him. He also died, after becoming ill, truth is he wasn’t himself after he lost his companion, in some way he died the day he lost his wife, and I regret not helping him better.



Selling One’s Soul

How far would you go for money?

What are you willing to sell in order for you to achieve your dreams?

I don’t want to sound philosophical or dictate for people their choices, but let me pretend that we are two friends thinking out loud together, tell you what, here is something better; let us pretend this is a session and am your shrink and let me ask you ‘Do you belong to those group of people who live by ‘Ends justifies the means?!’

Would you take any route and do any act to arrive to your destination at any cost?  & if so, can you live then knowing what you have become? Can you live by knowing what precious things you have sold to be Mr./Mrs Perfect Genius in the eyes of people who maybe behind your back despise, mock, belittle you and only pretend respecting you because they too are from your camp ‘Ends justifies the means!’

If you firmly believe in, and live by this phrase ‘Ends justifies the means.’ Did you  find it okay:

What Pharaoh did with Moses?

What Prophet Joseph’s siblings did to him?

What Cain did to Abel?

Did you read ‘East of Eden’? What do you think of that novel?!

Can we apply economics in matters of human values, ethics and morals, say like saying ‘ What am I willing to give up in order to get X or Y of things?!’, is that okay?!

The worst thing that can happen to a human being while they are alive is not loss of fortune, but loss of heart and conscience, the internal radar that helps us to navigate through life and helps us know right from wrong and evil from good.

Thank You

Thanks from the bottom of my heart to each & single friend who takes time to read,comment & like what I write.

I’m really grateful to all of you,& this really means the world for me. It gives me also a determination to better my style & write well each time.

Your every like,comment,follow,& the time you give to read what I post in the blog had made my heart burst with joy ,& last night it brought tears to my eyes.

I was told by someone who was making fun of my dream to write, that none will ever take into consideration what I have to write or say,YOU MY FRIENDS proved that man & every one who wants to belittle,mock & kill the dream inside any dreamer that THEY ARE WRONG.

Bless you & thank you my beautiful,kind & amazing AMIGOS.