The Art of Fakin' It

Couple of months went by since the last time I got something out of my chest :)
Life , the great cirque de sole we live in has shifted me left and right. Not that I have many readers or people interacted with on this blog but I might as well just say it :)

مشروع قانون الأحزاب السياسية العراقي الجديد : ملاحظاتي الخاصة عليه

في أول تدوينة لي باللغة العربية بعد إنقطاع طويل .. ولإن الموضوع يتعلق بعراقي الحبيب فوجبت اللُغة الأُم وجوباً قسرياً.

في بادئ الأمر أحب أن أتوجه بالشكر لصديقي زيد علي المهدي على توفيره لهذه الملفات ونشرها عبر مجموعة بغداد لن تكون قندهار على الفيسبوك .. شارك معنا

نص القرار بالصور ..

Discipline !!

Discipline is a very rare commodity now-a-days.
It seems to me very that it's getting very hard to find someone with this attribute.

Discipline as I see it : A limit of choice set on a track of action. If you have 1 resource and you should live by it only, don't let any obstacle remove you from your track, now that is a discipline.

Meant East, No! West, Anyways !!

When I was a kid, living a life full of joy, everything is black and white, I had many toys. Each day I get a different toy, sometimes toys I don't like or need but I just like the time I spent playing.

I remember once I lost a very dear toy, a toy I used to play with it for a kinda long time. I don't know how I lost it, but I kind of somehow remember somethings happened and I lost track of playing with it so it grew on me not paying attention to my toy and then not caring about it and then forgot where I last put it. But I knew I lost it.

A state of I

Freezing cold and rain outside makes broken hope to a man inside.

Craving a bourbon glass and peanuts to hide; the taste of bitter to others sits beside.

A bar in town with some regulars inside, lost dreams joint to people seeking a peace of mind.

Asking to refill that glass just died, this one on my bill he loudly cried.