There are words I want to speak

Words that speak little but whisper much

Words that encapsulate consciousness

Words that bring it all together

Yet divide it all

There are words I want to express

For every emotion felt

For every thought transcended

There are words

That express existence

That answer the questions

That heal all wounds

That quench all thirsts

There are words

So diverse

Yet so focused

So comprehensive

Yet so limited

There are words

That explain it all

These are words

I feel

I hear

I see

But to express them

Is a lifelong journey

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.

Beautifully written by my good friend, Farah Alizade.

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I have learned that whatever it is, it will eventually fade away.
And struggles will hurt but will strengthen weaknesses

I have learned that no acquaintances are reliable
But those who are, are implanted in my mind

I have learned that everything is a matter of time
And time waits for no one but grows wisdom

I have learned that by eliminating expectations, I face no disappointments
But if I face disappointments,it opens up a sense of awareness

I have learned to spread kindness but put myself first
And only spread kindness to ones who deserve it

I have learned to slowly trust but be cautious
Depend on my senses and listen to my own voice

I have learned to step away from the ones who take me for granted
But never forget that everyone deserves that one & only last chance

I have learned to stop underestimating my abilities
& appreciate my art even though I am never satisfied

I have learned to go through whatever it is that I’m going through
Feel the pain, cry the tears, and sweat the hard work
because when I laugh & smile I truly embrace it
And when I have an hour on my own I truly cherish it

I have learned that I must block whoever that tries to discourage me
Because no one can bring me up again but myself

I have learned that if they can do it then so can I
And the negative outcome won’t upset me
because I have tried.

I have learned that some people are more fortunate than I am
But some are worse off, so I will rest
Until I reach my final minute in life
I have learned keep going and fighting
I have learned to never stop.

(Read 1st part here)

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My journey continues

Into the unknown we venture, my unknown

A plethora of experiences occur at once

How can man comprehend this

How can he make sense of it

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They speak of a war

One which divided all that is known

A side that bleeds prejudice, and the other endowed with freedom

Bless the fortunes that aided the latter

It would be a much different existence otherwise

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That war, the images, the tales, the stories

Petrifying…

An explosion the size of a city wipes life in an instant

What monster finds it withing himself

To exterminate not only humans, but an existence

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Medicine, though, has come a long way

Curing terminal illnesses

Life-long struggles are blessed with hope

And yet, some oppose it, for claims of the sanctity of life

Is the current not more important than the potential?

Is it not a necessary evil?

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This journey is driving me mad

Why do I find myself here? What have the Gods willed?

It is too much to take in

So much has changed

My companion comforts me, promises to help me ease the new in

She speaks eloquently, for a shabby dressed lady

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We carry on to a shore

I have never seen the seas, only heard tales

My men had conquered overseas, our fleets swarmed distant lands

Like ants finding a feast, they devoured enemies

Or so I’m told..

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My journey continues, on the path of discovery I march..

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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