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I need someone to take care of me, there I said it. I came back from a long day at work, deriving energy from what's left of my last meal almost 20 hours ago. Last night I passed out on the couch after iftar, having drank half a cup of water with my iftar, only to wake up after suhoor this morning. I was extremely tired all day, only to come back and realize I had to prepare my own iftaar. Allah

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Three years ago, during exam time in medical school, when your mind wanders and becomes creative instead of studying,  I started making a list of things I wanted to do before I turned 30. Today, as I was packing to go back home, I found my coveted Moleskine, it's the last written journal standing, the one that survived being chucked during a cathartic phase. It has a list of 42 things I wanted to

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It's been a year and a half since I graduated. I am a few weeks away from moving to a different continent to pursue my post-graduate education, all alone. There are still days where I miss university and dorm life. I miss my claustrophobic room, I miss lounging in the common room. I miss my college, my homebase, the library, my reserved bench on the first floor where I sat and studied for

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I don't know how long it has been since I last blogged. Despite the therapeutic benefits of blogging, I keep finding excuses not to write, perhaps I don't want to reflect on my growth or regression, perhaps I don't want to implore my feelings or face my insecurities, perhaps Twitter killed Blogger. The resurrection of this blog came with the escalation of my insomnia. I can consciously suppress

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It was a hot Sunday afternoon in an apartment in London city. There was loud relentless crying coming from the stuffy living room, a scared child amidst more scared adults. What was going on? What's wrong with her? Another child stood near the door, thinking she was to blame, she started crying too. I came down, the heat intolerable, nose stuffed with tissue paper, feeling drowsy and tired. Will

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Yet again I find myself at a point in time where I resent my life. I find no meaning in my day, no passion or drive. Have I hit quarter life crisis already? I spent more than 21 years of my 25 years on this planet as a student. Kindergarten, elementary school, preparatory school, high school and the infamous seven years of med school. Exactly ten days after my last exam I started my internship

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قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم: "رأيت قوما من أمتي على منابر من نور، يمرون على الصراط كالبرق الخاطف، نورهم تشخص منه الأبصار، لا هم بالأنبياء، و لا هم بالصديقين، و لا هم بالشهداء، إنهم قوم تقضى على أيديهم حوائج الناس." صدق رسول الله صلى الله عليه و سلم. Empower your Business with BlackBerry® and Mobile Solutions from Etisalat

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"You died in my arms. You died in my arms! You freakin' died and then you left instructions that I was not allowed to save your life. You wanna know what I am scared of? I am scared of everything! I'm scared to move. I'm scared to breathe. I'm scared to touch you. I can't lose you. I won't survive. And that's your fault. You made me love you. You made me let you in and then you freakin' die in my

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"The mud clings to my shoes, muffling my footsteps, and I wipe off only a bit. It leaves a greasy residue on my fingers, but I'm in no hurry to rinse away the rich organic sediment trapped under my fingernails. It's the antithesis of my studies, an immersion in a life of the mind that encourages withdrawal from all that is physical. Surrounded by the library's marble walls, carefully modulated

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حدثنا محمد بن عبد الله بن نمير حدثنا أبي حدثنا الأعمش عن أبي صالح عن أبي هريرة قال قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم : (قاربوا وسددوا واعلموا أنه لن ينجو أحد منكم بعمله قالوا يا رسول الله ولا أنت قال ولا أنا إلا أن يتغمدني الله برحمة منه وفضل). و بكى صلى الله عليه وسلم: (لو آخذني الله و ابن مريم بما كسبت هاتين) يديه، (لعذبنا عذابا شديدا). رواه بخاري و مسلم. Empower your Business with BlackBerry

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Taking IQ tests when you are sick and sleep deprived may not be the most intelligent idea! Am-I-Dumb.com - How Smart Are You?Free-IQTest.net - Accurate IQ Test IQ Range Classification140 and over Genius or near genius 120-140 Very superior intelligence 110-120 Superior intelligence 90-110 Normal or average intelligence 80-90 Dullness 70-80 Borderline deficiency Below 70 Definite feeble Do

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Hospitals to normal people are a place to be avoided. Generally, it's a depressing place that smells of sickness wiped with disinfectant, with a gloomy air ominous of sickness and death. The universally white walled, blue floored and fluorescent lamped territory is hardly anyone's favorite hangout, not even the doctors'. Occasionally we get some patients who are known to inhabit the hospital,

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I don't have it in me to fight life, for my life. I admit it, I lose, you win. What more lessons do you have to teach me? You killed my soul, shattered my dreams, and crippled me every time I tried to rise after a fall. Isn't it time for my sun to shine? How much longer should I stumble in this darkness? Haven't I been punished enough? What more sadness should I endure? How much hollower am I

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I am blank.

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The thing with being an intern is that there is no job description, there are no fixed responsibilities. You basically either do what you are told, if your existence is acknowledged, follow instructions, hardly ever the case, or go with your own humble judgment call. And that is what leaves you stranded on shaky grounds and rips you of your confidence faster than you can say "Intern". This week

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The patient I admitted with pancytopenia turned out to have acute myelocytic leukemia. Another patient passed away. The nurse came in to say that he was taking his last breaths. He has been battling terminal colon cancer for months. He did not wish to be resuscitated. I am so sad right now. Allahum erzuqna 7usn alkhatima w althabat 3ind also2al. Empower your Business with BlackBerry® and

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Responsibility comes at a stake. Despite my minimal patient load, I catch myself thinking about my patients all the time, regardless of how stable or unstable their condition is. I worry excessively and always anticipate the worst outcome. What if she spikes a fever? What if he requires intubation? What if his hyperglycemia is not controlled? What if it is malignancy? This has got to stop.

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And the second day of Ramadan came to an end. May Allah accept our fast and our prayers, and grace us with his mercy and blessings. May he accept our repentance and forgive us. May he purify our souls and hearts and lead us to the path of righteousness. Empower your Business with BlackBerry® and Mobile Solutions from Etisalat

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In feeling beautiful at any age and size. In family fridays, despite the loud conversations, the heated debates, the noisy children, and missing me time. In rewatching classics. In planning ahead, and sticking to them. In striving for your own academic advancement, even if it means committing to a couple of hours of daily studyinig less than two months after graduation. In diamonds, they are

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Testing 1, 2, 3. Empower your Business with BlackBerry® and Mobile Solutions from Etisalat

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Ahh yes, the internship year. The transitional year between being a medical student and being a "real" doctor. Well, not that I need yet another year as a student since six years of medical school should've been enough, don't you agree? So yes, officially I am a doctor, no more exams, no more log books, no more teaching. No wait, the teaching and learning is a life-time deal, I can never pull

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Started workDriving under probationJoined health factoryWorking outTried to get in touch with old "friends", received with coldnessMaking new friends at workGot addicted to the coolest online storeRenovating my roomTook care of my back I need to write to ventilate. I don't know why I am ignoring that need.

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أقسم بالله العظيم أن أراقب الله في مهنتى وأن أصون حياة الإنسان في كافة أدوارها.. في كل الظروف والأحوال باذلا وسعي في استنقاذها من الهلاك والمرض والألم والقلق وأن أحفظ للناس كرامتهم. وأستر عورتهم، وأكتم سرهم وأن أكون على الدوام من وسائل رحمة الله، باذلا رعايتي الطبية للقريب والبعيد، والصالح والخاطىء، والصديق والعدو وأن أثابر على طلب العلم، وأسخره لنفع الإنسان... لا لأذاه وأن أوقر من علمني، وأعلم

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184 brutal questions over 4.5 hours daunting hours. Half way through I had a sudden urge to yank my hair, "al6um" and run screaming out of the examination hall.I am exhausted, emotionally and physically. Breathe in, breathe out, off I go to study some more.One down, three more to go.Ya musah'hil!

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ليش كل ما أصكر عيوني يطلعلي الامتحان؟ و ليش كل الأسئلة تعجيزية؟ و ليش السؤال اللي أعرف أجاوبه، أفز بنصه من الرقاد؟!ست أسابيع مب متهنية بالرقاد! خلاص تعبت!و دورولي حل ويا هالصداع

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I need to know there's more to life than this.I need to see the silver lining.I need to reach my own happy ending.

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We are spending almost every waking moment revising, asking each other questions, counselling, breaking bad news, whatever it takes to get that piece of information to consolidate. From the moment we open our eyes, till the moment we fall asleep, we bombard each other with questions, in the hopes that maybe we will be asked this question, or somehow it will miraculously be in the exam. Why doees

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I'm almost there, at the end of the line. The moment I have been working for for all those years. All seven years, all eighty exams, all 1120 commuting hours, all early mornings, all sleepless nights, all coffee cups, all 8 to 9s were all means to this day.I am scared but thrilled. I am hesitant yet hopeful.I haven't had a peaceful night in a month now, every time I close my eyes I'm at a station

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Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee do go,Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.Thou'art slave to fate, chance,

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I have strangled my conscience, stuck a sock in its mouth to muffle its sounds, locked it in a dark corner and lost the key. I don't hear its voice anymore. I need it now more than ever before. But it is asleep and the cries of my agonized soul are uncapable of waking it up. I am afraid it will never wake up. I am afraid it is dead. I am afraid I killed it. I am afraid my burdened soul cannot

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Early morning in the parking lot, I bumped into a friend I had not seen in a while right before her exam. The first thing she said with a huge smile on her face was "I'll take that as a good omen". It made my day =)I totally out-did myself(and everyone else for that matter) by showing up with two heads at a costume party. It was scarily creative =)You are weird. I have been getting that quite a

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An ENT surgeon told me I have a "bulbous" nose. I always loved my nose and thought it was my best feature. Now, every time I look at myself in the mirror, I zoom in on my "bulbous" nose, and I it makes me feel ugly!Got addicted to apple and ginger tea. No sugar added. Yum. I am trying to replace my java addiction with different kinds of tea, so far this is my favorite.Complained about tactless

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I will finally admit this; I don't have any muscle mass. My core is so weak, it might as well be jello! I almost died doing pilates. Not only did I have to do the modified moves, I could not hold the positions long enough. The session was nauseatingly painful, and I'm still sore, two days later. Long gone are the days I considered myself athletic. I need to admit that to myself and start from

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Four years I've been doing something wrong. Today someone taught me the right way of doing it. Imagine, four years, and all I needed was a tweak in my technique. It was like someone suddenly switched on the lights!I colored the tips of my nails with a yellow felt-pen I was using as a highlighter while studying. Now, my nails have a yellow dirty tinge. Nasty!There's something called over-sharing.

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I wish I read the book before watching the movie.Don't waste your youth. This is the time you will look and feel your best. This is when your body is in its best shape and your health pristine. Live your dreams. Travel. Be spontaneous. Be wild. Don't sit around waiting for life to come knocking on your door. Embrace getting old. Everyone gets old eventually, it's how you take it that matters. Age

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Do you know what a bad week feels like? I am having one of those. I receive disturbing news on Thursday, try to smile through them on Friday, only to be slapped by the fact that I am dispensable on Saturday. I try to swim through the ever-growing self-pity, only to be given more reason to drown in misery on Sunday. I cry on my way to try to cheer myself up, then I cry some more when I realize how

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I feel so vulnerable, the slightest thing is making me sad.

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Casually passed by to pick up the test results, one week later than I was supposed to. She stated the results matter of factly.My head spins.She off-handedly said I needed a referral, not even bothering to give me any further details. I vow not to be like her. I promise to go the extra mile. I promise to care. Sometimes ignorance is a bliss, I wish I did not know what the results meant instantly.

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Why does a 20 years old guy marrying a 23 years old girl shock me? I don't mind the age difference per say, I mind the age difference at this young age!Is it weird that I find this weird?

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بس خلاصتعبتمتى بتخلص هالسنة؟لاعت جبدي

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Chocolate, hopelessly romantic songs, Iraqi accent and lazy mornings.Feeling: Hormonal. Still brooding. Still dazed. Still smiling sheepishly.Soundtrack:إنسى كل الناس خليني احضنكغمض عيونك وإنسى بحضني نفسكإنسى عمرك وأنسى عمريامتزج بيا وصير عطريليش وانا وياك احس بالوقت يجريانسى كل الناس كل الناسخليني احضنكهذه اول مرة احس كلي عشق اعطيني فرصة اتنفسك خاف اختنقوياك انت اتأكدت اني قبلك ما عشتوعلى كل

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Apart from half sentences and new lines, I don't seem to be able to write anything. I know if I unload I will feel much better. The thoughts in my head are racing, trying to push each other out of the way, but they seem to have blocked each other's way, and are all stuck at the exit, hindering each other's departure, screaming in union, let us out. Let's give un-edited writing a go, shall we?

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Great! University proxy blocked postsecret! How am I to survive Sundays now?

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I am a girlAnd I am a suckerAnd I am just jello-y and mushyWith a surplus of emotionsAnd a simple gestureOr a smileOr a touchCan lead me onAnd leave me longing-------------------------It's been a long yearWith moments of self-discoverySelf-empowermentSelf-sufficiencyand heaps and heaps of self-confidenceI stood my groundStumbled one too many timesbut emerged strongerand wiserand content----------

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Maybe I am petty. Maybe this is all too much for me. Maybe these are withdrawal symptoms. Whatever they are, I can't explain them and I want them gone. I am not a drama queen, but if this makes me one, then I wont judge anymore. I am trying to pull myself together but the pieces have gone so far, I can't reach out for them.There's something missing. There's something gone.And it's not stress.And

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It feels like Wednesday.

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And the insomnia is officially back. I can't seem to fall asleep despite the fact that I am beat. Even when I eventually do fall asleep, I wake up by 7:00 am! I have a plane to catch in less than 12 hours, I'm supposed to get some shut eye because otherwise I will be cranky tomorrow, I mean later today. No, it's not that I can't sleep because I am excited, I haven't been able to sleep for a few

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The first rain of the season.The smell of earth after a drizzle.The clouds huddled together.The smiles and the puddles.Mabrook 3aleina elra7ma =)

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Why is it that when I have holidays, no exams, and little stress I cannot sleep?! I've been waiting for the holidays to pay my sleeping debts yet I slept at 2:00 am and woke up at 7:00!

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With the long break from 2nd of December till after Eid, it's practically 2009! What a depressing thought! The year passed in the blink of an eye. I accomplished none of my resolutions, and it seems that I wont be getting a headstart on my new new year's resolutions any time soon!To blahs and blues, may you fade before new year!

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Maybe it was the aroma of espresso filling the air. Or my purple room, seeming a shade darker, courtesy of six burnt light bulbs. Or maybe it was the depressing book I was reading. Or perhaps the first cool winds of the season, that brought that feeling all over again. The one that starts in the pit of my stomach, spreading over my body, paralyzing my limbs and sinking in my chest. That feeling

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Not big on politics, but this deserves a post!

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My new favorite show. It's geekily hilarious. I don't laugh easily, and I don't find a lot of things funny but I actually laugh out loud while watching this. I love it. From 1:55 onwards; HILARIOUS!

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I woke up Friday morning with a sense of relief.Suddenly I felt light, full of life and energy.I jumped out of bed, with a sudden urge to workout.So I laced up my sneaks, and ran all the negativity out.I felt strong and sexy and invincible.I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror.It felt good to have me back.Here's to my new found mindset.Here's to my pursuit of happiness.This girl has some "

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My scalp hurts. My poor hair has been yanked and pulled and sprayed and moosed and poofed. I spent longer at the salon than at the actual wedding. I don't think I emphasised enough on the fact that I hate weddings. Oh and I hate heels. Next wedding, I'll wear my flats. And who weds on Eid holidays anyway? Never mind...I have an exam on Thursday, and I haven't started studying yet. I have that

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I'm nursing a headache.And suffering the post-sugar-surge crash.I ODed on petits-four.And I probably should've stopped before that last shot of coffee.The strong aroma of incense, saffron and cardammom are still in the air.Making my headache worse, and my craving for another shot of coffee even more so.The children are screaming and running around.Not to mention making my headache worse.I'm

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تقبل الله منا و منكم الصيام، و القيام، و صالح الأعمالكل عام و أنتو بخير و عساكم من العايدين=)

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For a few years now, I've been trying my best to be environmentally friendly. I am not yet a tree-hugger, but I try my best to go green and be kind to the environment. I take a tote when going shopping, I refuse plastic bags, I try not to print the ATM receipts (at least when the machine has that option) and I never leave the faucet running while I'm brushing my teeth. I'm also the one who sends

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سابع سنة لي في السكن...و سابع رمضان بعيدة عن الأهل...سابع رمضان مع عائلتي الثاتية... أخواتي...رمضان في السكن له طعم اخر...الشهر الوحيد الذي نشعر فيه بأننا بنات...و تمتلئ دفاترنا بالوصفات...نتبادلها بين المرضى و المحاضرات...سفرة الافطار الفقيرة...الغنية بمشاريعنا الفاشلة في الطبخ...محاولاتنا لضبط الطبخة...بمكونات ناقصة...و قدر كهربائي..يستغرق ساعات لغلي الماء...البرياني اللي يصيير مجبوس...و

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May Allah bestow his blessings upon us, our families and the Islamic umma in this holy month.

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I was watching children's songs on youtube with my 5 and a half years old niece, when a French song comes up.BornConfuzed: Fa6oom, do they teach you French in school?Fa6oom (nodding her head proudly): ahaBC (genuinely): They do?F: Yes, but I forgot.BC: How come you forgot? What did they teach you?F: ummm Kumusta?BC: Fa66ooom!F: wooops! (nervous giggles). La this is not French. Ummm they taught us

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The clock is ticking, and I only have two precious weeks before my vacation is over and I go back for my final year of school. I decided to make the most out of what time I had left, and guess what I decide to do? Clean my room. Yup, that's the most interesting thing I could come up with. My previously organized room looks like it has been burglarized, with ceiling high stacks of clothes and

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Sat for 14 hours with a cheesy smile on my face.Forced my self to sleep, woke up feeling all energized, only to discover that I snoozed for 10 minutes, I knew better than wearing my watch!I thought I would burst with happiness before touch down.Jet lagged, headachey, but happy to be home with my family.I was away for five weeks, the longest I've been away from my family.It was a trip of firsts.I

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"I was invited to go to Saudi, but I was afraid they will kidnap me or something!""Woman 1: X is leaving to go to Qatar.Woman 2: Where's that? Like Afghanistan?!""You have an indoor skiing slope right? How do you keep the snow from melting?!"

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Saturday morning, Farmers Market, walking around the stalls, sipping the nastiest chai, got stopped by a weird looking white guy.White guy (smiling sheepishly): I like your hijab.BornConfuzed: (huh? what?) ummm thank you.White guy: You're welcomeBornConfuzed: (Are we still having this conversation? Avert gaze. Walk away!)Saturday afternoon, on an almost empty harbor, just outside the ferry

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I'm half way around the world.It's cold and gloomy.I'm home sick.I miss Meme.And the thought of 4 more weeks here is disturbing.Happy Canada day eh!

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محمد بن زايد يشهد إطلاق ريم ب أحدث جيل من الروبوتات في العالم

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I dreamt I married a bipolar guy, who was Indonesian in origin but looked native American. He originally was my client at my huge brightly lit office where I work as something that requires me to wear a power suit. I figured out he was bipolar as he was describing his persecutory and grandiose delusions, so I married him, and he moved in with me in my fabulous apartment along with his dad, and

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Three days into my vacation and I already feel like a complete loser. Apart from sleeping, eating, and watching tv, I'm doing nothing! What do people do on a vacation? It's purposeless! I feel unproductive and it's making me miserable! My anger threshold seems to have dropped to zero and I'm having trouble controling my anger. I am getting mad at the most trivial things. And it's not regular

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رصد مواطنون عبور قطيع من الحيتان النادرة المياه الإقليمية لجزيرة أبوظبي يضم 7 حيتان يصل طول الواحد منها إلى 10 أمتار ويزن 8 أطنان·وكان المواطنون الثلاثة خالد الهاشمي وخالد الرميثي وسعود الرميثي الذين التقطوا صورا لقطيع الحيتان في رحلة غوص بحرية داخل المياه الاقليمية للإمارة التي تميزت بلونها الأسود والأبيض شديدة التباين والتي تتضمن بقعة بيضاء فوق العينين·وتوقع خالد الرميثي أن يكون القطيع وصل إلى

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يومان قضيتهما أسيرة جنون عاشق، أتخبط في لجة مشاعر ملهبة، أضنتني، و أحرقت كياني.كلمات عذبة، و أسلوب آسر، ينقلك إلى عالم بطلها المعذب، فتغرق في عمق مأساته، و تشعر بضيقه جاثما على صدرك.قصة حب خيالية، أعجبتني، على الرغم من أني لا أؤمن بالحب.أؤمن بالألفة، بالمودة، بالعشرة، بالتعود، بالتعايش، و لكني لا أؤمن بهوس الحب الذي يتغنى به الشعراء، و يخطه الكتاب، و تصوره الأفلام. "كنت أتمنى أن تفهمي شكل حاجتي

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Forbes magazine's list of "The 20 Hottest Young Royals" Prince WilliamPrince HarryZara PhillipsPrincess BeatriceCharlotte Casiraghi (Monaco)Sheikh Hamdan bin Mohammed bin Rashid al Maktoum (Crown Prince of Dubai) Princess Victoria of Sweden Prince Azim of BruneiPrince Carl Philip of SwedenAndrea Casiraghi (Monaco)Prince Albert von Thurn und Taxis (Germany)Princess Madeline of Sweden 13. Princess

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WAM Abu Dhabi, June 3rd,2008(WAM)--President HH Sheikh Khalifa bin Zayed Al Nahyan today announced the death of Sheikh Nasser bin Zayed Al Nahyan, who died last night when a helicopter carrying him and his colleagues crashed into the Arabian Gulf. Sheikh Nasser was the brother of President HH Sheikh Khalifa bin Zayed. The Ministry of Presidential Affairs announced three days official mourning.

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There is light at the end of the tunnel.A hint of a silver lining is glimmering around the cloud.The glass is filling-up.And the darkest hour is giving way to the first rays of light.What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.Yes, I'm still alive.Yes, I have survived.I am recovering."اللهم اني أعوذ بك من الهم و الحزن، و العجز و الكسل و الجبن و البخل، و ضلع الدين و غلبة الرجال"

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لازال قلبي ينيض، و لازلت أشهق و أزفر...هدأت نفسي... غاب أنينها...بلعت الغصة التي أشعر بها أو لقفتها...لا أشعر بأي سكينة أو طمأنينة...فقط هدوء غريب...كلحظات اللاوعي بين النوم و اليقظة...أهو نذير بعاصفة مقبلة، تقلب كياني المضطرب؟يا الله، ما هذا السواد الذي يطوقني؟ما هذا الضيق الجاثم على صدري؟ما هذه الأحاسيس التي تزج بي في عالم الأحزان؟أشعر برغبة في الصراخ...أشعر برغبة في الانزواء...أشعر برغبة في

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أشعر بأن نهايتي باتت قريبةو أن أيامي شارفت على النفاذأكاد أجزم بأن نبضاتي معدودةو أن أنفاسي مقبوضةو سيشرق يوم و شمسي قد غربتو سأصبح ضمير غائب و فعل ماضفي ظلمة أرجو ترحم المترحمينو غفرانا من رب العالميناللهم اغفر لي و ارحمنياللهم اني أسألك حسن الخاتمةاللهم أجعل خير أعمالي خواتيمهالا اله الا أنت سبحانك انى كنت من الظالمين . رب انى كل ذنوب وأنت العفو الغفور .لا اله الا أنت سبحانك انى تبت اليك وانى

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"X wants to probe your response regarding participation in xyz. He wanted to address you personally but he was hesitant to do so."Why? Am I that scary?

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I feel empty and hollow. I have failed to find ways to fill the gaping hole in my soul.I want to cry, but my eyes are too stubborn to give me the pleasure of shedding a few tears. My chest is tight, swelling with inexplicable sorrow; simmering with a mixture of anger, hatred, and revolt. I want to cry to let some of this pressure off. But my mind stops me from being fragile. I want to be able to

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"It took me by surprise, that feeling that came over me when I passed you in the corridor. I don't know why seeing you still gives me a jolt. My "Hi" collided with your "Hala" as you softly let my name roll off your tongue. You asked me how I was, your voice deafening me, making me more aware of the diminishing distance between us. I gave you a nod and a weak smile, my vocal cords paralyzed by

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..... ما اعتدت قط أن أكتب رسالة أو أبعث بريدا الكترونيا لفض نزاع أو حل مشكلة. لعلك تذكرين عشرات المرات التي رددت فيها "اذا عندها مشكلة، خلها اتي تكلمني، مب اطرشلي ايميل!".و لكنك لم تترك لي أي خيار. واجهتك عدة مرات، لكنك لسبب أو لاخر قررت عدم الخوض في التفاصيل، أو تغيير مجرى الحديث لنقاش عقيم، لم يثمر الا صداعا أليما و مشكلة جديدة. أنا لا أعاتبك، و لا أنتظر اعتذارا أو تبريرا، لقد فات الأوان لكل

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Why can't I get rid of this stupid thing? I tried removing it but it's still freakin' there!! Argh!!

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صحيح الجرأه تنقصني و صحيـح ضعيـف شخصيـهولـكـن لــو تـشـوف الـشـوق فــي عـيـنـي بتـعـذرنـيانـــا جـيـتــك وكــــل هــمــوم خــلــق الله تــــرا فــيــهو ادري فـيـك لــو تبـغـي انـتــه تفهـمـنـي بتفهـمـنـيتـعـبــت كـثـيــر ألـمـحـلـك و أقــــول بـيـفـهـم شــويــهو ادري فـــيـــك فـاهـمــنــي بــــــس ودك تـعـذبــنــي وانـــــا راضـــــي بـتـعـذيـبــك و بـتـحــمــل بـــلاويـــهولــــكــــن لا

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عن ابن عباس رضي الله عنهما قال قال النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم" نعمتان مغبون فيهما كثير من الناس الصحة والفراغ"رواه البخاري Of all the things we take for granted, health comes first. Illness, whether physical or mental is debilitating. A thin line separates sanity from madness. One day I could wake up wandering the streets of madness, oblivious to what's real and what's imagined. When you see

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One of these days I will admit I have a problem...One of these days I will seek help...One of these days I will let myself fall...One of these days I will not get up when I fall...One of these days I will yell for help...One of these days I will talk...One of these days I will let somebody take care of me...But not today...But not tomorrow...But one of these days I will...

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I want to be vulnerable.

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Phone rings, a +966 number flashing on my screen, probably bro, I should start saving temp numbers.Me: AlooGuy (mzachim, or a very nasal voice, ma lah bare'9, rushed w with people): Hala yummaMe: ?Guy: Aloo alooMe: Na3am?Guy: Hala yummaMe (Did bro call me by mistake instead of calling mom? Since when do we say yumma?): Mnoo ma3ay?Guy (obviously not in the mood for his mother's dementia): Ana ana

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I solved around 400 MCQs today.. A total of 600+ MCQs this week.. my head is buzzing.. I don't think I can do anything else.. I should probably call it a day.. Although I think I should read some revision material.. Let's see..

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Testamentary capacity is the legal term used to describe a person's legal and mental ability to make a valid will = الأهلية لكتابة الوصية.Dry weather is here with a bang, the season of nose bleeds and parched skin. If I scratch my skin it will peel off.Just because it's French, beautifully packaged and pour peaux seches, does not mean it it's better than vaseline.I'm rewatching "Brother, dear

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S: MDG liked my ideas =)BornConfuzed: So I'm assuming M in MDG stands for Married now?S: When did that happen?BornConfuzed: Umm, not that I want to state the obvious, but probably when he got married?!!S: D is for Denial!

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Senior 1: BornConfuzed, Senior 2 is saying that I need to take lithium! She thinks I'm manic.Me: Lithium wont work for you, you need ECT (Electroconvulsive therapy)!Senior 2 rolls on the floor laughing, while Senior 1's jaw drops to the floor.We need to get a life! We seriously need better jokes!

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Mabrook ma yaak Bu Yousef, yetrabba b3izzak enshalla.Joey 7abeebee, welcome to the world! I love you already and I can't wait to see you! May Allah swt bless you with a joyous and prosperous life.اللهم أنبته نباتاً حسناً، واجعله قرة عين لوالديه واحفظه، وبارك لنا فيه واجعله من أهل الصلاح والتقوى

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My four year-old nieces love to frolic in front of the mirror, get all dolled-up and experiment with make-up. I see girls as young as preteens and early teens in malls, with their fashion tv like outfits, hair and make-up all done, giggling and turning heads around. Every conversation I have with my friends detours to marriage and the ticking clock. I can’t help but wonder if that’s what being a

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The day started with me oversleeping and waking up at 8:27, no I could not have made it in 3 minutes.I arrived around 9:50, to find out the 10 am session started at 9:00 am.It was by one of the most interesting tutors.It was his only session in the whole rotation.I got to hear a repeated case, missing the new good one.Then to get denied permission for a lame thing.Then I waited 2 hours to get

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Kudos to Abu Dhabi Authority for Culture and Heritage for this year's Abu Dhabi International Book Fair. I went there today and was impressed by the whole scene; the book stalls, the accompanying activities, the kids' section, the reasonable prices, and even the unexpected number of book buyers. Any inconvenience due to the poor directions to the exhibition hall was long forgotten as soon as I

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I feel pretty,Oh, so pretty,I feel pretty and witty and bright!And I pityAny girl who isn't me tonight.I feel charming,Oh, so charmingIt's alarming how charming I feel!And so prettyThat I hardly can believe I'm real.See the pretty girl in that mirror there:Who can that attractive girl be?Such a pretty face,Such a pretty dress,Such a pretty smile,Such a pretty me!=)

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I dreamt I was being psychoanalyzed by a psychologist, and he came up with the conclusion that I was sexually abused as a child!Now that's morbid!

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She insists we watch her wedding DVD. She got married almost a year ago. Half of us attended the wedding. All of us have seen the pictures. Her overly-priced dress was admired despite its hideousness. Her make-up oohed and aahed over despite the fact that it gave her a different ethnicity. It's beyond my comprehension why she insists on making us watch it, and what's more incomprehensible is the

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Al (reading Zahrat AlKhaleej): The Lebanese singer Melhim Zein is getting married to the daughter of the former Yemeni president!Me: Yemen had a former president?!What a stupid conversation!

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حمامه نودي نودي .. سلمي على سعوديسعودي ساير مكه .. بيب ثياب بو العكهبحطه في صندوقي .. صندوقي ماله مفتاحوالمفتاح عند الحداد .. والحداد يبغي فلوسوالفلوس عند العروس .. والعروس تبغي عيالوالعيال يبغون حليب ... والحليب عند البقروالبقر يبغون حشيش .. والحشيش فوق اليبلواليبل يبغي مطر ... والمطر عند الله

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