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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
It seems like a mundane topic to bring up, but I always wonder why people are so fascinated by quotes. I understand that learning from the past gives you wisdom, maybe it also connects to your personal life in one way or another; and that’s all fine and dandy. That isn’t my question though, people seem to like quotes just because they’re quotes – It’s kind of like by simply being a quote gives the sentence/paragraph some thing more than it is, some more ‘oomph’ if you wish.
I think, and I stress think, that it comes from the idea that saying something so meaningful with relatively few words gives it a sort of magical feel, i.e. saying so much by saying so little.
I also think there’s a fascination with the past, maybe it comes from human arrogance to think that we’re just always so much better than our past, and those in the past; but the thought -even if it isn’t easily confessed- is something like “how did they know that back then?”. I find this type of thought is more common the further back you go in history: Socrates said it in 420BC! And it still relates to present day situations…. Wow!
This topic isn’t very helpful, I’ll admit, but I’m keeping true to the category: Philosophical Ramblings. I’ll end with an example that should showcase my fascination with this phenomenon:
One person says “It doesn’t matter what people say about me, or what they think about me, I believe what I believe because its right and that’s how it’s going to be”
And Ghandi says “Even in a minority of one; the truth is still the truth”
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Sigh… Maybe its just the poetic value
I might be a considerable way along from the first time I thought about xenophobia, or contemplated it on its different levels, but the more I think about it, the more alien it seems to me, the more shallow it seems to me, and funnily enough, the more predictable it appears.
To start things off, I think it’s quite safe to say that most Arabs come in contact with xenophobia, the fear of foreigners (or anything foreign), on a nearly constant basis, from family members, friends, peers, and often strangers; on its many levels, and with different intensities. I’m willing to bet that 99% of the readers will admit that they’ve heard the term “those foreigners”, “those expats”, or my more hated one, “damn foreigners”.
Its quite easy to explain why xenophobic feelings rise to the surface, and they usually manifest through common feelings of fear, uncertainty, and defensiveness; maybe the individuals are afraid afraid they might lose their traditions, something that was passed on to them by their parents and forefathers, something they hold dear to their hearts; maybe they feel financially threatened because someone, not of their own kind, has come to take up a job that they -for one reason or the other- feel entitled to. Whatever the reason, most xenophobic feelings can be attributed to ‘Uncertainty Avoidance’ and “Reluctance to Change’.
Now, I’m from Dubai, a hotbed of cultures, I am from the recently reported 13.3% indigenous minority – in my circles, the topic of the influx of expatriates always sparks up an interesting debate, and I can always see the different degrees and the different levels that people are thinking on when it comes to this topic.
One thing that I’d like to start off by pointing to is this very common tendency to label things, and in this case, to label people: Those foreigners, those westerners, those Asians (and believe me, it has nothing to do with the race, its about anything that isn’t “us”); here’s a newsflash, the expatriates coming into your country aren’t a malicious, manipulating, calculating group, all they are are people, like you and me, trying to have a good life, trying to do what they can to feed themselves, feed their children (where applicable), have a few smiles, and try a few new things. The only reason they are seen as a group is because fear of the unknown, and the feeling of being threatened makes it easy to label things, to draw lines between “us” and “them”.
I’m not going to be here and paint a beautiful, idealistic picture of how this influx should be treated, but I would like to point to a lesson that we were all probably taught as children: take the good, and leave out the bad – in anything, and in everything.
Now let’s imagine we lived in a small village with a handful of people, from similar pasts, similar traditions, similar values, similar, similar, and similar; how many lessons can you possibly derive from a, more or less, stagnant environment? Now compare that with living in a place that is home to more than 180 nationalities, how many things can you learn now? All the different cultures, backgrounds, customs, etc. Sometimes I feel like a kid in a candy store, with so much to choose, not knowing where to start, and what to pick, I start weighing out my options based on my likes and dislikes, what should I choose first? What should I end my candy-eating with? Now don’t get me wrong, I did have quite a good array of candy to start with, my culture has provided me with invaluable lessons, some of which I feel stands out against most other cultures, making me happy to call them my own; but do I think that my culture is perfect? that there’s no real need for me to learn from others? Absolutely not!
In my opinion, being in a hotbed of cultures that is characterized by stability, opportunity, and positivity is the single most powerful stepping stone for any person to elevate oneself. And here’s the beautiful part of, you don’t have to sacrifice your own culture to do it, not at all actually. Things aren’t black and white, its not your culture or their culture, there actually lies a combination in between. Take what you feel is right, what can benefit you and your surroundings, and weed out what you feel is detrimental.
Change is inevitable, but change doesn’t need to be negative. Cultures, traditions, values, and principles are created and adopted in different eras to suit the times, to help cope with the environment and the surroundings – and much like everything else, they evolve.
This post comes due to popular demand – both from non-Arabic speakers and Arabic speakers with low exposure to the protocol-
I’d like to mention that the majority of the terms are in the Emarati dialect – which can differ slightly from other dialects in the Gulf region and largely from other Arab dialects. I’ll also mention that I’ve kept these all in the male context (the masculine), those familiar with the Arabic language -even on a basic level- can change the words accordingly – I might have both options if I free myself up and sit down and do it
From an anthropological point of view, I feel it speaks volumes about our society that we have such a structured way of conversing and socializing, from a high level like celebrating festivities, down to a structured manner of addressing someone’s fresh haircut
In any case, I’ll try my best to keep this a live document, since I really can’t remember all the terms in one sitting – I’ll simply update it as we go along, and feel free to recommend any term that I’ve missed out on or that needs to be changed. Also, I apologize for the formatting issues, I’m still trying to create a good union between Word 2007 and WordPress.
Without further due:
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English |
العربية |
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Statement |
Reply |
Protocol For |
الرّد |
العبارة |
| A’salam Alaykom | Wa Alaykum Al Salam |
Greeting |
وعليكم السلام |
السلام عليكم |
| Marhaba | Marhabtain |
Greeting |
مرحبتين |
مرحبا |
| Ahlan | Ahlain |
Greeting |
أهلين |
أهلا |
| Aash Min Shafek / Aash Min Semaa Menek | Aashat Ayamek |
Greeting |
عاشت أيامك |
عاش من شافك \ عاش من سمع منك |
| Kaif Halek / Shu Akhbarek/ Aasak Bekhair | Bekhair / Alhamdulilah |
“How Are You?”, etc |
بخير \ الحمدلله |
كيف حالك \ شو أخبارك \ عساك بخير |
| Ma Tenshaf / Min Zaman Aank | Mawjood |
Prolonged absence |
موجود |
ما تنشاف \ من زمان عنك |
| Hayaak Allah | Allah Ehayeek |
Welcoming |
الله يحييك |
حياك الله |
| Tafadhal | Dam Fadhlek |
Welcoming |
دام فضلك |
تفضل |
| Ma’a Salama / Fi Aman Allah / Nshoofek Aala Khair | (Reply is identical) |
Farewell |
(الرّد مطابق) |
مع السلامة \ في أمان الله \ نشوفك على خير |
| Sabah Alkhair / Masa Alkhair | Sabah Alnoor / Masa Alnoor |
Good Morning/Evening |
صباح النور \ مساء النور |
صباح الخير \ مساء الخير |
| Tesbah Aala Khair | Wintah Min Ahla |
Good night |
وانته من أهله |
تصبح على خير |
| Igrab | Gereeb |
Pre-meal (inviting) |
قريب |
إقرب |
| Akramk Allah | Bela’afiya / Hatha Mub Gadrek |
Post-meal (thank you) |
بالعافية / هذا مب قدرك | أكرمك الله |
| Ya’ateek Ela’afiya | Allah Ea’afeek |
Thank You’s |
الله يعافيك |
يعطيك العافية |
| Teslam | Allah Esalemk |
Thank You’s |
الله يسلمك |
تسلم |
| Mashkoor | Ela’afu |
Thank You’s |
العفو |
مشكور |
| Jazak Allah Khair | Wa’iyak |
Thank You’s |
وإياك |
جزاك الله خير |
| Mabrook | Allah Ebarek Feek |
Congratulations |
الله إبارك فيك |
مبروك |
| Sam | Sam Allah Adowek |
Asking for orders |
سم الله عدوّك |
سم |
| Aamer | Ma Ye’amer Alaik Aadu |
Asking for orders |
ما يآمر عليك عدو |
آمر |
| Kel Am Winta Bekhair | Winta Bekil Khair |
Season’s Greetings |
وانت بكل خير |
كل عام وانته بخير |
| Kel Sena Winta Tayeb | Winta Tayeb |
Season’s Greetings |
وانته طيب |
كل سنه وانته طيب |
| A’atham Allah Ajrek | Eldawam Lalah |
Funeral |
الدوام لله |
عظّم الله أجرك |
| Takabal Allah | Mena Wa Menkom |
Blessings (usually post-prayer) |
منا ومنكم |
تقبّل الله |
| Na’eeman | Allah Yena’am Alaik |
Post-shower/haircut |
الله ينعم عليك |
نعيما |

