Sunday, July 29, 2012

Let’s Talk About Goals

 Sveiki! (Hello in Lithuania) 

It’s one of those days when I looked in the mirror, and I realized something. Something that is, that is true, that is real, something that has always been there but I’ve pushed to the furthest reaches of my mind, chose not to bring up from my subconscious.

It’s like Michael Jackson. I knew MJ was a great artist, I’ve listen to his music constantly, but it was only when he died did I speak about him consciously. something so great as his name was left out cold in my mind.

It’s like that time when I was playing a game with my dad in grade five. It was a game where I drew a huge picture with lots of swirls and twirls, lines and dots, faces and flowers, love hearts and names. The page was filled. The game was, one of us had to add another addition to the page, and the other had to study the page and guess which doodle was added. It was my dad’s turn to add something and it took me forever to fine what was added to the page. I searched through the circles and dots and names and sketches and ever bludge on that page torn from that 1996 diary. Nothing. Turns out, it was so big, that I didn’t even notice that it was added! Again, something so  large such as MJ and my realization was left oblivious, ignorant, unaware by my conscious. I’m not going to tell you this came as a shock, because I knew these things existed, I saw them with my own eyes, they keep repeating themselves to me. But they were trapped at the back of my mind, hidden by my unconscious.

So, I should tell you what I realized before you change the page and go to another more interesting blog, not saying you shouldn’t of course, just that you should finish this first ;) SO! what is it then??
It’s my future. What will happen then. I think about my past constantly. My present is what it is; a present. But my future. What will happen? Only Allah knows, that is true, but don’t you ever wonder? I realized that I am in the eye of the storm, the turning point, the events that are happening now in my life will depend on the rest of my life. My goals, my dreams most importantly my education. I realize this and now I will make goals. Not for New Years Revolutions, but for The Start of new Year’s (That means many years, not just one year. Gettit? Cliché, I know )

  1. Finish school to the best of my extent, no excuses! 
  2. Be/Stay religious (including Fasting, Praying and Giving oh and Reading)
  3. Everyday, give someone a Smile, and a big Sara Smile not a Small Shy Sara Smile.
  4. Say Thank you sincerely, and Thank You not Thanks or Ta, although it’s all the same, but Thank You stands out more.
  5. Sorry is important too.
  6. Make everyday goals, like clean bed room or cook dinner.
  7. Find out what you want to do in 10+ years. Like in uni.
  9. Excuse my Number 8 it’s meant to be lucky in Beijing, China. Remember the 2008 Olympics? 8/8/2008? Best Opening I reckon. I’m sorry, but I didn’t enjoy the 2012 London Olympics very much. They left me saying “That’s it??!” at the end. Seriously, it was so boring! But did you see Iraq strut their stuff? I have to be honest, I didn’t see every country, as beautiful as they may be, 200 and something countries is too much for one sitting. But the African countries was fantastic with their national dress, omg. I swear, if I had that uniform, I would be too $wag for J. Bieber. Okay, ignore the last one, but the uniforms were the Fan to the Tastic! 
    I'm proud of lots of things like my attempt at Arabic and my Puff Pastry Meat Pie, but I really am Proud of the Iraqi Flag Holder whose name I don't know :)
  11. Go to the next or the next, next Olympics. 
Courtesy of
Iraq 2012 London Olympics. They look great :)

That’s it. All I got right now. Any other additions to my list will be most appreciated! … If you got this far. :)

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Monday, July 9, 2012

Let's Talk About Crack in the Walls

হ্যালো (Hello in Bengali)

Why do you like Iraq so much, Sara? What makes Iraq so good? Even in modern day 2012, there are bombs nearly every day. There is no electricity almost every hour of the day. No electricity means no water. No water means no everything else. The walls of your room are falling apart and you are reminded of destruction every time you lay your head on the pillow to sleep; the cracks in the walls, which remind you that you aren’t safe. Reminding you that the aftermath of the war is like a slow death to the tomb, more painful than the actual battle. So why do you like it here, Sara? Everybody is telling you to go back to where you were, out of harm's way, out of Iraq, away over to the other side.
I wrote this to explain the true reason to why I want to stay in Iraq.

Cracks in the room that I sleep in. I writing these words here.

Cracks from the war(s)

To Iraq, if you’ll listen,
I belong here. The blood that is running through my veins is Iraqi. The way I act, the way I eat, the way I love chai and dolma and tooki is 100% Iraqi. Doesn’t matter where ever in the whole world I’ve been, no matter which language I speak, how I see things, I will always be Iraqi with an Iraqi face, Iraqi hair, Iraqi eyes and Iraqi smile. Of course I am also fortunate to pick up accents from other countries. Traveling made me the person I am today. But let's talk about my root for now.

I have ideas for the future, I want to share them with you and I want you to take it all in. But you’re not ready, yet.

I want to stay here to learn about Iraq and the people first hand, about their sufferings about their victories about everyday life. I know a lot of Iraqi people don’t want to listen to someone who was in the 5arij (outside Iraq)  and who comes back and says “I can help”, because I haven’t gone through the same as you, I didn’t suffer as you have done so, then why should I say, “I know how you feel”? Because obviously I didn’t go through the war with you.

 I didn’t curl under the covers at night as five bombs crash into my backyard every single day. I haven’t seen what you have seen. No. But my family has. I lived those days with you, believe me. We would sit in the cold room of our rented house because that is the only room with reception, and we would finish five calling cards just to reach my family here in Iraq.
 Is it over? Is Iraq gone? Are they ok? Just tell me, for God’s sake, are they OK? I want to hear their voice. I was 8 years old when the war broke out. I swear to you, every single day, the bus would drop me off from school and I would come running home to mum and ask the same question every time 

“Mama Noria ejaty?” Is Mama Noria here?”  I kept asking mum the same question until I knew what the answer was going to be each time: “no”. Mama Noria is my grandma. I still call her that. 

I have a fire inside me wanting to change the way people think. But can I? The answer is: will you please listen? 

The cover on the top is by the Beautiful Kayla Stewart. I very much incourage you to have a look at her YouTube Channel.

She's really great plus she's only 15 :) My age.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Let's Talk About My Uncle

γειά σου! (Hello in Greek )

I’m usually the one leaving. I’m usually the one saying goodbye. I’m the one who leaves everyone behind. I’m the one who cries. I’m the one who’s speechless. I’m the one who gets in the car and drives away with my family spraying water behind me.

Not today. Not now. Not at 5:30am. I’m not the one leaving and saying goodbye. I’m not the speechless who gets in the car and drives away with family spraying water behind me. No. not now. Not today. 

We were at Bestoon Samad sitting laughing and screaming at the restaurant TV which was showing Iraq vs. Morocco. “hiy shditsawy??? Laaaaa! Dee rooh hichy!!” what are you doing??? Nooooo! Go this way!!” as the reporter screams goooooalll for Morocco! No, no, no!! 

Bestoon Samad - A Kurdish restaurant in Baghdad
Beautiful Paintings
The bread was AMAZING! I think I ate a whole piece!
Me and my Auntie shared Cordon Blue and we still had leftovers! It was great :)
My Chai

Its okay, Iraq will recover. We will win. Less than five minutes later, “Goooooooallllll!!! For Morocco!!” “de sed il telvevion!” close the television already!” my uncle tells the waiter in a joking matter. 

We laugh and eat and take our time with the night, wishing it never ended. At the back of my mind, at the back of all our minds, there is a clock ticking. Threatening our night.
I knew I was going to miss my uncle when he leaves the moment he arrived. After an hour, I knew I was going to miss his humour. After a day, I knew I was going to miss his long walks and conversations. After a week, I knew I was going to miss his cooking. After a month I knew I was going to miss him. 

I didn’t sleep today. I didn’t close my eyes. I didn’t even try. He might leave without saying goodbye. 3:30am, I look at the clock. It’s getting late; I should put my head on the pillow. No! not now! You have to say bye. 

You’re being stupid, Sara. It’s 4:30am and you’re eyes are starting to drip of tears. Stop it! He misses his family; his wife and children god bless ‘em. His boys; he raised them up to be men; standing strong and firm with a future. Don’t forget his princess; beauty is among her eyes and smile. A prettier girl you have not seen, a prettier eccentricity you have not met. I must tell you of his queen, a polite and pleasant wife. I love this queen, so spiritual and dutiful I have not seen. I wish to this family all the love and hope and wealth and beauty and peace and courage and for all their wishes to come true. And this is truly what I believe. Why don’t you pray with me?
Wow. Its 5:00am and it’s nearly time. But what is that sound? Could it be? He’s already awake? I have to see.  

“Hello” I smile to him. 

“What are you doing up?” he says
“I didn’t sleep; do you want me to help you with something?” 

“No, thank you 3any.” 

My other uncle arrives with his car; he cut his sleep to take him to the airport. He’s so kind; he takes us everywhere, even if it’s in the middle of the night. 

I go and make the fastest tea in the world and I add hale and I bring it to the boil and I serve two stikinat for them. I wanted to ask them how my chai was, but I was too shy. Why didn’t I ask? It’s too late now. He’s in the car. 

My mum kissed him goodbye. My grandma kissed him goodbye. My auntie kissed him goodbye. I’m last to kiss him goodbye. I’m always last. I never want to be first because I don’t want people to rush me. I have to say goodbye properly. I don’t want it to be short. I don’t want it to be too long. I want it to be at my own pace.  

I don’t remember what happens next, even though it just happened. It’s too fast, the way he left the house. But my goodbye was just right. We spry the car with water behind them, and it’s over.
Goodbye my dear uncle. I’ll see you soon, inshallah. It’s off to your family now! I know they miss you just as we do now. :

The song at the TOP is a song originaly by Frank Ocean. Anything Frank Ocean is great. This is a cover by Andrew Garcia & Daniel De Bourg.


Monday, July 2, 2012

Let's Talk About Food

Bonjour! (Hello in French)

I believe that we live to eat. Especially if I made it. And of course if I don't take a picture of a piece of cooking, and I fail is stopping the whole family eating before I take the picture, we have to make the same thing tomorrow. I don't know why; call me a #Foodogrpher but I love to take show off our culinary stuff.

This is Zayn Al Abideen. This soup has everthing in it. 2011
We made soooo much last year. 2011
My cousins and I gave out pots of this soup to neigbours and family members.

This is chicken with potatoes. My two favourate things in the whole eating world. (Nearlly) (After chai and chocolate ;) 2012

My grandma made cubat bwrghal yesterday. It was great! 2012, Yesterday.

2 days ago, we made kletcha, the secret ingrediant being OIL!! My grandma used dihin hwr wich is like butter but thick oil I guess.

Kletcha making!

My untie makes the best sized kletch with all kletchat being the same size.

This is for kletcha with sugar, not dates, inside the dough. We didn't use these the other day, but we did a couple of months ago.

Dates or tamor, is added inside the dough.

My job is putting holes in the kletcha so that they won't puff up while cooking. I also put eyes ontop to give colour.

FINISHED! Tasted great!!

I made this with my cousin a couple of months ago. I put chopped up kewi fruit, apples, oranges and bananas in a bowl. I added yogurt and honey and mixed it all together. Then served it in glasses. She didn't like it so I ended up eating the whole thing. But trust me, it's reallllyyyyyy good and rally healthy as well. She was probably just used to junk food and so this wasn't for her. So, techniqully, she would of liked it. :) Coz I made it ofcourse.

Every Friday (or was it Thursday?) we make fish. This was in winter. Mum fries the best fish I swear.
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I was bored and angry at the time, so I took out all the seeds from this watermelon. Looks good right?

My uncle makes the best pizza.

I LOVE eggplants. Mum was making Baba Ghanoj. You put the eggplant in the oven and let it cook with NO oil. Tak out all the inside bits and mush it in a bowl, so you leave out the skin. Add garlic and yogurt and blend together in a blender or just with a spoon. Then eat it.

What my uncle put in the pizza. He even put squash in it! Tasted great though.

These pictures on the bottom are of Layla's recipe that I made yesterday. It is green tea, mint, lemon and a touch of sugar. I didn't have lemon so I used another type of citris called raring. I added ice cubes but being 30C+ country, I just put it in the refrigerator to cool because it will never cool with only ice cubes. If you are to make this enjoy it but a small prayer to Layla and her family is very much appriciated :)
She is a charming arab woman whome (in my opinion) writes what many arabs think and are afraid to say. Her poetry is deep and meaningfull and her food should replace Manal Al Alam. Click her name for Manal's site ;)

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