Hey All,

Check out my first (and hopefully one of many to come) article in my “Mind’s Eye” column in Sail Magazine.

I write about the role of women in our lives, and the importance of each role they play.

Check it out here http://sailemagazine.com/?p=1218

Don’t feel the pain

Don’t let yourself complain

Don’t acknowledge those feelings

Don’t let yourself be caught kneeling

Don’t scream out in pain

Don’t let your tears leave a stain

Don’t put your hand out

Don’t let them see you with a pout

Don’t respond to their helping hand

Don’t ever believe that they’ll understand

Don’t get sucked into their affection

Don’t let them forget your rejection

Don’t think twice about pulling the trigger

Don’t wonder if there’ll ever be anything bigger

Don’t worry about your loved one

Don’t anticipate the birth of your unborn son

Don’t believe that you were ever a gem

… All you were was everything to them

You make me feel

Like hearing a song on the radio that I haven’t heard in a decade

Like running to the car as a child to get into the front passenger seat

You make me feel

Like the fresh scent of laundry

Like having breakfast in bed

You make me feel

Like finding money in my pocket that I completely forgot about

Like catching a scent of a perfume while walking down the street

You make me feel

Like having a public holiday meet with a weekend to make it a long vacation

Like coming home to find my house chores were already done

You make me feel

Like slipping into my jeans to find they’re getting loose around the waist

Like finding the right pen that makes my handwriting look awesome

You make me feel

Like finding my favorite ice cream in the fridge

Like catching a cool breeze on a hot summer day

You make me feel

Like getting a phone call from an old friend

Like collecting shells on the beach

You make me feel

Like waking up in the morning like I’ve slept for a decade

Like the smooth aroma of coffee

You make me feel

Like cuddling up in a warm blanket in a cold room

Like dressing up for a formal event

You make me feel

Like there’s no feeling but you

Aside from the busy malls, the tall towers, the rapid development, and the overall excitement of it all, perhaps the greatest achievement that has taken place in our tiny coastal/desert towns is the transformation of mindsets of the Emaratis. In particular, the development of the younger generation -varying from generation X & generation Y- that has not only progressed at an amazing speed, but has also defied the odds and changed its outlook on its surroundings and the elements of its environment, given the past it comes from. The outcome of the fast growth showcases a phenomenon that is so varying, so polar that it begs to be investigated and explained.

A quick look into our past paints a picture that few would believe existed, given the current state of mentalities and the attitudes of the inhabitants residing in the region. We come from a past filled with hardship, be it the climate, or the provision of shelter and food, or any other harsh element of living in the Arabian peninsula. I always remember a story that was told to us as children of my grandfather, who during Ramadan would ask for his drinking water to be lowered down to the bottom of the well, so that by the time Maghreb (sunset) comes, his water is at a few degrees lower in temperature than it would have been if it was kept outside. The hardships, and the isolation from the rest of the world, plus the need to survive created a society that was largely collectivist, a society that protected its values and ways of life very strongly, and of course, a society that resisted change. And yet, the current working class, the people currently taking charge, seem to be acting in a manner just the opposite of what conformity would have dictated. Perhaps its the influx of cultures that has blessed us with new ideas, perhaps its the calls of the 21st century that has forced the generation to acclimate to the new environment or otherwise perish, and certainly its due to the influences of our leadership that have led the way in breaking down barriers. Whatever the reasons, the fundamental changes in our society have made sure that old ways can hardly stay the same.

There exists a small, yet notable contingent of our Emarati society that has literally put up a wall against these changes, rejecting all that is considered ‘cultural reform’, and criticizing all that is new. I recall an incident once, where I was having a discussion with an acquaintance of mine, and I went on to praise one of his employees on their notable high-performance and productivity, stating that the person in question has a bright future ahead in Dubai – the response I received was “foreigners come here to receive a salary for the responsibilities their jobs require – we don’t need to give them anything more than they already have, one day they’ll take our money and go back to their country”. After much thought, I realize that this attitude is one type of ‘wall’ that people put up, one that simply states “I am Emarati, and you a foreigner”. A stance that I believe is at the root of the social and cultural divide visibly apparent in our community. On a compassionate level, one can understand why this sort of attitude is assumed by some; it is, after all, very difficult to change the ways of our ancestors, to live in a way other than what has been taught, and a common reaction to something that threatens those teachings is to reject it. What is apparently sad though, is that the wall put up is made of emotions, rather than logic; unfortunately, more often than not, no form of logic or reasoning can break that wall down or penetrate it to find a middle ground of understanding.

The stars, the beacons of light, the hope for progress are those that have taken all these forces of change as an opportunity to flourish, to learn from the experiences of the diverse population, whatever their background, whatever their ethnicity, or social class, or religious affiliation. A group that believes in the equality of human beings rather than the borders that separate them. A group that has taken the positives from other cultures and stayed true to the positives of their own. A group that adopts dynamism over stagnation. A group that recognizes the opportunities at hand – opportunities that very few in the world have had the pleasure of seizing. There are varying degrees within this group, some that have become their own society, with newly found values and principles, and some with a mix of both the old and the new in what can be best described as a “take the good, rid of the bad” process. It is within this group of people, that the future of the Emirates depends on – those that have modeled themselves against what the entire idea of the massive development stands for: multiculturalism, ease of integration, world-class, and deep guiding principles.

It is an interesting process, from what a city (or a collection of cities, for that matter) stands for, and how that affects its people; add to that the speed of progress, and you find yourself in quite a jeopardy. They say that in every rapid urban development, the infrastructure and the society suffers, I think in our case the outcome has -more or less- followed that route. No one can argue about the infrastructure after peering down at Sheikh Zayed Road at 6pm, but I feel there is a valid argument for the social aspect. It is true that the society has changed, but I wouldn’t consider it suffering, some have been disadvantaged, and others have prospered. As for the two outcomes of the development of the Emirates, it’s plain to see that if we follow the rule of natural selection, only one outcome can persist.

There are few things in life that can offer pure unadulterated joy, few things that can be so crass yet so smooth. So raw, yet so culminating.

Music is a never-ending flow of joy, sorrow, drama, happiness, love, sensuality and any other emotionally-centered choice of word.

This mix of instruments, blended with vocal abilities has guided me through the major part of my life, through thick and thin, through the good and the bad, just by being there, just by relating to how I feel – either through lyrics or musical abilities. It translated my feelings into sound, into voice. I feel it running through my body, touching every extremity, twitching every muscle to its rhythmic tone.

I always get into debates and arguments regarding what ‘real’ music is. Ultimately, and I say this upfront and with no excuse, anything that achieves that joy for you is fine by me – in any case, who am I to judge that? Perhaps due to my experiences with Music and how it has affected me, I have a different opinion on what ‘real’ Music is.

I don’t find repetitive nonrhythmic musical sounds (or electronic for that matter) to be ‘real’ music – because I can’t seem to connect to it, there’s no irrational connection that I have with other forms of music; i.e. Soul/Neo-Soul, Jazz, Acoustic, and sometimes Hip Hop. I can’t stand what can be referred to as ‘commercial’ music – not because popularity is a measurement tool for the quality of music, but what is coming out as commercial music isn’t about music whatsoever, its more about serving basic human instincts – invigorating sexuality, propelling rebellious emotions. It isn’t about talent, it isn’t about blending musical instruments, it isn’t about vocal hymns. That to me is not just anti-Music, but its also devious – the somewhat preying nature of mainstream Music to rid of what is truly a remarkable form of art for something so cheap, so mundane – *sigh* its painful just thinking about it; the constant drone of Rihanna’s ELA ELA AIH AIH haunts my dreams. I’ll keep it at that before I start going on a rant about other forms of Music.

Music is driving down a long strip of road jamming to D’Angelo’s ‘Cruisin’: “Baby let’s cruise, away, from here. Don’t be confused baby, the way is clear.”

Music is Raheem DeVaughn describing the word love “It’s that old four letter word, that i feel when I touch you yeah. Its that old four letter word, that I taste when I kiss you yeah. Its that old four letter word, that I recognize, so familiar.”

Music is being in a doomed relationship and singing along with John Mayer’s “It’s not a silly little moment, It’s not the storm before the calm. This is the deep and dying breath of this love that we’ve been working on….. We’re going down, And you can see it too. We’re going down, And you know that we’re doomed. My dear, We’re slow dancing in a burning room.”

Music is seeing the bigger picture through Lauryn Hill’s (& D’Angelo’s) “Now the skies could fall. Not even if my boss should call. The world it seems so very small. ‘Cause nothing even matters at all”

Music is seeing the pain in the world through Lupe Fiasco’s flow “So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening, Macintosh marketing, Oil field augering, Brazilian adolescent disarmament, Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom, precise, Yeah, laser guided targeting, Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin, Sand camouflage army men, CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin, Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin, String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin, Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them, They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and , Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and, All the world’s ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels”

Music is getting excited and bumping to the beat of Jeezy’s “Everyday we hustlin, everyday we hustlin, everyday we hustlin’”

Music is slow dancing to Michael Buble’s “She may be weary, women do get weary, wearing the same shabby dress – and when she’s weary, try a little tenderness”

Music is getting in touching distance with your childhood when the beat drops and you hear “Here comes the hotstepper, murderer. I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer. Excuse me mister officer, murderer. Still love you like that, murderer”

Music is Maxwell relating completely to your situation “I was reborn, when I was broken. I wouldn’t believe, I couldn’t believe. Been through a storm, no use in hoping, that you would come rescue me, somehow your love set me free….. And I, I can let my life pass me by. Or I can get down and try. Work it out this lifetime. Work it on out this time.”

Music is hearing Prince ask “If I was your girlfriend?” – be confused, then understand it so clearly.

Music is India Arie breaking down racial boundaries by singing “I am not my hair. I am not this skin. I am the soul that lives within”

Music is Jill Scott inviting her lover for a long walk “You’re here, I’m pleased
I really dig your company, your style, your smile, your peace mentality, lord, have mercy on me, I was blind, now I can see, what a king’s supposed to be, baby I feel free, come on and go with me… Let’s take a long walk around the park after dark, find a spot for us to spark conversation, verbal elation, stimulation, share our situations, temptations, education, relaxations
elevations”

…. Music is what emotions sound like.

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Nothing Even Matters Lyrics

Artist(Band):Lauryn Hill

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Now the skies could fall

Not even if my boss should call

The world it seems so very small

‘Cause nothing even matters at all

Why The Mind’s Eye?

To be the initial point of a self-evaluating sequence in all those who come across my words

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