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I am reinventing my blogger space and shifting away from literal exclamations as i have discovered, just recently,  that i suck as a poet :) This place will be become a gathering for all my random biographic thoughts; my imaginary shrink recommended.

Amman, Jordan is where i live right now, with my beautiful wife &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/P2RyAegcjiM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/6554448368432863699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2011/08/back-on-blogger.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/6554448368432863699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/6554448368432863699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/P2RyAegcjiM/back-on-blogger.html" title="Back on Blogger!" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2011/08/back-on-blogger.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAESXc8fip7ImA9WhRVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-8205068162816150794</id><published>2010-10-22T01:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:28:28.976+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T18:28:28.976+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>Untitled</title><summary type="html">
What is death like?

Flashes in the dark?

a moth travelling into light?

A free-fall into the abyss?

Nothingness after and throughout?

Is it the waiting on a road to end?

Or a final stop before a refill trip?

All while flying in the wind?



Say the words that describe

The souls that have parted 

Speak of the ones who transit

Thru cries, and robust thrusts

Who have shun their lingering
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/-YGnkq2gTxc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/8205068162816150794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/10/untitled.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/8205068162816150794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/8205068162816150794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/-YGnkq2gTxc/untitled.html" title="Untitled" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/10/untitled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFQ305fCp7ImA9Wx5TE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-2311211143943340924</id><published>2010-07-29T03:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:10:12.324+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T03:10:12.324+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saeed omar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>Once Incepted</title><summary type="html">

Have you known a sleepy person in your dream?An eager soul that hovers above, Conspiring on your consciousPreying on its imagination,and willingness to dwellDear all its me, I cannot sleep!
I cannot dig deep, as of yetWaiting on a kick out of here And into another placeWhere I have existed beforeWhere I used to sit my head on her lapAnd live the lovely dream we once hadWhere we travel the world&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/OljqmkLXzRA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/2311211143943340924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/07/once-incepted.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/2311211143943340924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/2311211143943340924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/OljqmkLXzRA/once-incepted.html" title="Once Incepted" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/07/once-incepted.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMR3gyfCp7ImA9WhRVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-7021432349583638854</id><published>2010-04-14T00:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:29:46.694+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T18:29:46.694+03:00</app:edited><title>Mosques as a Media</title><summary type="html">


Mosques can be excellent propagation centers. I believe pulpits are excellent platforms that can bring positive change into communities and the nation as a whole. According to Al Rai (Jordanian Newspaper), there are 6243 working Mosques and 772 under construction in Jordan with more than 2000 Imams. This is a great number of Mosques and Imams per capita; actually the highest in the region.



&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/fPHxEghX9n4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/7021432349583638854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/04/mosques-as-media.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/7021432349583638854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/7021432349583638854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/fPHxEghX9n4/mosques-as-media.html" title="Mosques as a Media" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/04/mosques-as-media.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HQHs9cCp7ImA9WxBaEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-823302782314306449</id><published>2010-03-19T22:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:12:11.568+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T22:12:11.568+03:00</app:edited><title>The Good Citizen: Part III: Story of a Jordanian applying for a Saudi Visa</title><summary type="html">The Saudi Consulate seems to have made its mind about the documents it needs to issue visas. I can only wonder how they came up with their criteria. I am sure that they had the best of intentions as they matched visa-professions with the applicants’ educational certificates. Visa-professions are the designations of the applicants that appear on their resident permanent stamps imprinted inside the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/zG-Z7R4jp_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/823302782314306449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/03/good-citizen-part-iii-story-of.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/823302782314306449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/823302782314306449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/zG-Z7R4jp_w/good-citizen-part-iii-story-of.html" title="The Good Citizen: Part III: Story of a Jordanian applying for a Saudi Visa" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/03/good-citizen-part-iii-story-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GQXk9eCp7ImA9WxBaEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-1340098833358005948</id><published>2010-03-19T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:10:20.760+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T22:10:20.760+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saudi visa" /><title>The Good Citizen: Part II: Story of a Jordanian applying for a Saudi Visa</title><summary type="html">That weekend was the longest of them all. I was curious, agitated and anxious to know if things will be alright with my Good Conduct Certificate. Without it I cannot go to Saudi, and if I don’t go to Saudi I lose my employment contract along with my income. There was immense pressure from my family, wife’s family and of course my employers. As I will reveal in my painful story, I was fighting a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/XhwGp_6BAUA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/1340098833358005948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/03/good-citizen-part-ii-story-of-jordanian.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/1340098833358005948?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/1340098833358005948?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/XhwGp_6BAUA/good-citizen-part-ii-story-of-jordanian.html" title="The Good Citizen: Part II: Story of a Jordanian applying for a Saudi Visa" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2010/03/good-citizen-part-ii-story-of-jordanian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACR38_cSp7ImA9WxBaEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-7732633188627683867</id><published>2010-02-20T02:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:09:26.149+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T22:09:26.149+03:00</app:edited><title>The Good Citizen: Part I: Story of a Jordanian applying for a Saudi Visa</title><summary type="html">




Ever wondered how to get going when you are vulnerable in a police state? Well, wonder no more because I have been to hell and the house of Hades and back. Here is the perfected art of attaining, attesting and applying to get your Saudi visa in Jordan, so grab your favorite drink and lay back and learn it first-hand before you indulge. 
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It is somewhat different than attending a Friday prayer in Amman; the message of the preacher (al Khotba) is different, how is it conveyed is different and last, but not least, the audience listening are completely different.

In Amman, Jordan in general, the Preacher is on fire. He ascends the Minbar (platform) and almost immediately captivates his audience. The Preacher in Khobar ascends &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/aV3evYvnj2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/1530724770085638236/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/12/juma-in-khobar-analogy-between-2-kinds.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/1530724770085638236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/1530724770085638236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/aV3evYvnj2U/juma-in-khobar-analogy-between-2-kinds.html" title="Juma in Khobar; an analogy between 2 kinds of preachers" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U9P8ygrMWc/SythOOiPelI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Li7i_voj9Tw/s72-c/Masjed+Juma+in+Khobar.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/12/juma-in-khobar-analogy-between-2-kinds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4EQXk5eSp7ImA9WxBSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-4123235531532598571</id><published>2009-12-18T01:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:28:20.721+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T01:28:20.721+03:00</app:edited><title>Happy new Year!!! yes today.</title><summary type="html">Happy Lunar year, today is the Hijri newyear and it is 1431 Hijri. We count years from the year our Prophet Mohammad made pilgrimage to the city of Yathrub, which came to be known as Al Medina (The City). 


Hijri newyears come almost uncelebrated, just briefly noted on in some papers and official governmental offices. It;s a one day public holiday except in some Islamic countries. This year &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/UGsS0RzltDM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/4123235531532598571/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-yes-today.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4123235531532598571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4123235531532598571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/UGsS0RzltDM/happy-new-year-yes-today.html" title="Happy new Year!!! yes today." /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-yes-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YARHczeip7ImA9WxNWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-4839937901034281446</id><published>2009-10-13T21:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:39:05.982+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T21:39:05.982+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>Surprising Sri Lanka</title><summary type="html">it was appealing. it was more than surprising to experience a country i know less of its land than its people. i ve been seeing a lot of sri lankan ladies working in many of my families and friends houses. u see them in lebanon, Jordan and many gulf countries. my honeymoon over there were a real eye-opener.

our 9 days were booked thru an agent in Jordan. once we arrived we were happy to see all &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/mMGKb8c8E_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/4839937901034281446/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/10/surprising-sri-lanka.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4839937901034281446?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4839937901034281446?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/mMGKb8c8E_s/surprising-sri-lanka.html" title="Surprising Sri Lanka" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U9P8ygrMWc/StTHi50vRsI/AAAAAAAAADM/6BvxVFiVEK0/s72-c/DSC02706.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/10/surprising-sri-lanka.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQMSXk7fyp7ImA9WxNRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-1953751867505123670</id><published>2009-08-31T03:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:39:48.707+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-12T02:39:48.707+03:00</app:edited><title>Business in Saudi Arabia</title><summary type="html">Planning a business in Saudi Arabia, get the facts right for your business plan http://ping.fm/dovTh&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/Cgw-m7oN86M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/1953751867505123670/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/08/planning-business-in-saudi-arabia-get.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/1953751867505123670?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/1953751867505123670?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/Cgw-m7oN86M/planning-business-in-saudi-arabia-get.html" title="Business in Saudi Arabia" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/08/planning-business-in-saudi-arabia-get.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGQH08eCp7ImA9WxNRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-9042418041270131602</id><published>2009-08-08T01:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:37:01.370+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-12T02:37:01.370+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="living in saudi arabia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="living in al khobar" /><title>How is Al-Khobar?</title><summary type="html">
Khobar isn't as bad as I was expecting, life in Saudi Arabia has been negatively portrayed to me. So when I landed here 3 weeks ago, I was already expecting the worst. I've had my guards up and my eyes on the situation. To my disappointment, it turned out quite okay! Not too bad, not bad at all actually. So how is Al Khobar exactly? Let me give it to you with a pinch of salt. 
 In fact, there &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/RY5-bSDW1AQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/9042418041270131602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/08/how-is-al-khobar.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/9042418041270131602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/9042418041270131602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/RY5-bSDW1AQ/how-is-al-khobar.html" title="How is Al-Khobar?" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__U9P8ygrMWc/SnykTqRzoJI/AAAAAAAAACo/YApY2bVHGMo/s72-c/Euro+Village.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/08/how-is-al-khobar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUASHwycCp7ImA9WxJQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-4423795471672170783</id><published>2009-06-02T02:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:50:49.298+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T02:50:49.298+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trivial" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corporate elitists" /><title>Why are we trivial??</title><summary type="html">Previous President Bush and ex-Prime Minister Blair were holding talks one day. They announced afterwards that they have decided to kill 20 million Muslims and a dentist. The world wondered and protested, and the press and media expressed curiosity and interest; why a dentist? We seem to be programmed to ask the wrong questions. We are interested in matters that matter least; while other crucial &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/MektApmXfaA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/4423795471672170783/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/06/why-are-we-trivial.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4423795471672170783?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4423795471672170783?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/MektApmXfaA/why-are-we-trivial.html" title="Why are we trivial??" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/06/why-are-we-trivial.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cCSX44fCp7ImA9WxJQF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-6098794342769922522</id><published>2009-05-31T03:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:17:48.034+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T03:17:48.034+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jordanian temper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jordanian people" /><title>Jordanian temper</title><summary type="html">We in Jordan breathe fire. Our tempers hit the ceiling roof; reach the boiling point. Hot steam and wasted energy are the bursts of a big balloon we all are sometimes. Whether we are driving, shopping, or jogging we are preys to our own vulnerable tempers. We are owned by our sharp tempers. It is clear to me that sometimes we don't even see how trivial the matter is. Sadly, anything switches our &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/ZvRPpoutU0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/6098794342769922522/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/05/jordanian-temper.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/6098794342769922522?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/6098794342769922522?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/ZvRPpoutU0c/jordanian-temper.html" title="Jordanian temper" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/05/jordanian-temper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFSH8-fSp7ImA9WxJQF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-3183722178733345076</id><published>2009-05-30T17:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:33:39.155+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-30T19:33:39.155+03:00</app:edited><title>Rebel without a Cause</title><summary type="html">The little child becomes ready to rebel against his world the moment he is exposed to another. It’s an encouraging motive to know that if I fail this predicted recurrence of my life, that all of my ancesters lived alike, there is an alternative one out there. For the first time in humanity we now know how everybody lives on the planet! we have access to different moralities and alternative &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/V083fS2HDr4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/3183722178733345076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/05/rebel-without-cause.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/3183722178733345076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/3183722178733345076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/V083fS2HDr4/rebel-without-cause.html" title="Rebel without a Cause" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/05/rebel-without-cause.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ECQXY4fip7ImA9WxVRGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-7305696932379790016</id><published>2009-01-26T03:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:27:40.836+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-26T03:27:40.836+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gaza poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gaza anthem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gaza poetry" /><title>The Gaza Poem: Burn in the Sun</title><summary type="html">Burn in the sun till the sun burns outAnd cover in mud till you earn your rightVent to the skies till it vent it all outThat children lying dead cross your mindShiver in a wind that takes you illUncover and sleep in a cold nightWindowless on a fire field of hellAnd step onto the shattered glass in plightBurn in the sun that the sun comes outAnd pray so 21 days and nightsPray for the masses at the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/hZV8tOI9dSY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/7305696932379790016/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2009/01/gaza-poem-burn-in-sun.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/7305696932379790016?v=2" /><link rel="self" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-23T02:22:27.907+03:00</app:edited><title>the need to hang on</title><summary type="html">wave upon wave, upon the shoresunto thousands of crystalsbreaking on the moors of our coressifting us, from us, like filtersthe shiny crystals we are; and cherishthe weak are bound to break and perishfor the rest withstand the heartaches in painlike a shore after a million ridges, remainand sometimes we survive the wintersthe sun on whom shines in despairabove the helpless and the needythe rays &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/cBXqoyzFYhg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/5682027818376262756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/10/need-to-hang-on.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMNQXc_fyp7ImA9WxRTFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-2272989331145934810</id><published>2008-09-05T11:42:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:28:10.947+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-05T13:28:10.947+03:00</app:edited><title>History and Cats</title><summary type="html">I got Zuzu a couple of weeks back. the brother of my friend brought her home. and my friend disliked her and wanted her out of his place. so it ended up with me as doing him a favor.i love cats and i am happy zuzu is here. its been 10 yrs i havent lived with cats. i cared for a few and fed some constantly wherever i was. but not lived with a pet cat since i was a teen in Sweifieah, Amman during &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/rqx-hYP8Llg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/2272989331145934810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/09/history-and-cats.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/2272989331145934810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/2272989331145934810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/rqx-hYP8Llg/history-and-cats.html" title="History and Cats" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/09/history-and-cats.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUERnw-eip7ImA9WxRTFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-1569191080969308034</id><published>2008-09-03T19:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:50:07.252+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T20:50:07.252+03:00</app:edited><title>Nostalgic to Um Kalthoum</title><summary type="html">'Amal Hayati' translated 'the hope of my life', was by far my most overplayed teen song in high school. for many arabs my geenration, it would be an odd and an old irrelvant song to our times. i cant recall a particular reason why i landed on this type of vitage music, which is at least 50 yrs old. i just loved Um Kalthoum, still love her and this song especially.its like repeated poetic verses &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/AJrnNdiYjjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/1569191080969308034/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/09/nostalgic-to-um-kalthoum.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/1569191080969308034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/1569191080969308034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/AJrnNdiYjjQ/nostalgic-to-um-kalthoum.html" title="Nostalgic to Um Kalthoum" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/09/nostalgic-to-um-kalthoum.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BQ3g4fCp7ImA9WxdaF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-7160348688882851653</id><published>2008-08-26T17:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:44:12.634+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-26T17:44:12.634+03:00</app:edited><title>worthiness</title><summary type="html">"note down that you are insignificant" how can anyone register such a thing or acknowledge self unworthiness? ppl work on like dogs in a world that does not appreciate, and on top of that have no self esteem. what keeps them going then? what makes them get up in the morning?i wonder how can anyone endure feeling unworthy. how difficult it must be to perceive oneself as unremarkable and small. to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/otaAuljvXB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/7160348688882851653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/08/worthiness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/7160348688882851653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/7160348688882851653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/otaAuljvXB4/worthiness.html" title="worthiness" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/08/worthiness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMSX47eip7ImA9WxdaFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-6857629204671811465</id><published>2008-08-22T10:56:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:23:08.002+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-25T17:23:08.002+03:00</app:edited><title>Others</title><summary type="html">I believe that there are intelligent life on this planet and beyond. i believe that we are not alone. a lot of facts prove above reasonable doubt that we coexist with at least one other species; of whom we cannot see or touch or hear unless they wish so or accidently without their notice.how do i know this for sure; simple, instinct. i feel them beyond my senses.another reason is my belief in God&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/8GHINoteh_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/6857629204671811465/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/08/others-written-about-in-other-books.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/6857629204671811465?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/6857629204671811465?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/8GHINoteh_4/others-written-about-in-other-books.html" title="Others" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/08/others-written-about-in-other-books.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DSHs5eSp7ImA9WxdUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-8387712538247878523</id><published>2008-08-02T20:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:41:19.521+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-02T20:41:19.521+03:00</app:edited><title>a cousin in 2 hours</title><summary type="html">oh boy am i anxious to see my cousin Omar whose been away for the past 18 years. me him and another cousin Yaser were like brothers. had the first smoke together, kicked the shit out of the other kids in the neighbourhood; we were invinsible in our heydays :) we used to pick spiders and snakes for fun back in the days when Sweifieah was a deseretd land for sheep and shepherds.18 yrs in Brazil! &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/p55UsrDRVoU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/8387712538247878523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/08/cousin-in-2-hours.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/8387712538247878523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/8387712538247878523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/p55UsrDRVoU/cousin-in-2-hours.html" title="a cousin in 2 hours" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/08/cousin-in-2-hours.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQFQXc7fCp7ImA9WxdRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-115848070761318582</id><published>2008-06-04T16:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:48:30.904+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-04T16:48:30.904+03:00</app:edited><title>Comics in Amman: KHUBUZ b'3ABDOUN</title><summary type="html">a wife of an ex minister enters a bakery in 3abdoun. the baker Abu M7emmud from Nazzal is standing there sporting a big belly dangling from his small tshirt and dirty waist apron. wife: 3endak asmar??Abu M7emmud: AAA, fee asmarwife: hmmm tub fee sammoon asmar?Abu M7emmud: AAA bardo feewife: okay a3teene Dazzeennet sammoonat ma3 semsem allah yes3eduk BleezeAbu M7emmud: AA bus fesh 3enna ma3 semsem&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/EFAwyrF3MOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/115848070761318582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/06/comics-in-amman-khubuz-bel-makhbuz.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/115848070761318582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/115848070761318582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/EFAwyrF3MOk/comics-in-amman-khubuz-bel-makhbuz.html" title="Comics in Amman: KHUBUZ b'3ABDOUN" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/06/comics-in-amman-khubuz-bel-makhbuz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QERXw-eip7ImA9WxdREEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-4647431317669295086</id><published>2008-05-29T16:06:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:55:04.252+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-29T16:55:04.252+03:00</app:edited><title>two sides of me</title><summary type="html">two sides of meflowing to one sidei am what i used to beremember the charmi am that toonever let u downwhat i am, i amremember the smiledont despairthe aggression conceivedwas nothing buta normal itchsince that daythe anger was a momentsuspendedbetween my mindand my pencila sense of lossis grieved.what i claimedis what i found onlythe gazing eyesthe absent mindthe pumping heartcontinue quietlybut&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/KoXnURQDicc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/4647431317669295086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/05/two-sides-of-me.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4647431317669295086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4647431317669295086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/KoXnURQDicc/two-sides-of-me.html" title="two sides of me" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/05/two-sides-of-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DSX4_eSp7ImA9WxdSF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420159970370499029.post-4271924906344886221</id><published>2008-05-25T17:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:02:58.041+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-25T20:02:58.041+03:00</app:edited><title>Jackals and Arabs</title><summary type="html">'Jackals and Arabs' is a short story written in 1917 by the Czech-born Jewish Kafka. he published most of his writings in German, his language of choice. 'Schakale und Araber' was published in a Zionist magazine and therfore, to me, hold an interesting importance. the storyline builds great intrigue. the plot is highly unconventional and is plausable for many interpretations. one possible &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~4/URJH2y4jtGg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/feeds/4271924906344886221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/05/jackals-and-arabs.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4271924906344886221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1420159970370499029/posts/default/4271924906344886221?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SaeedOmar/~3/URJH2y4jtGg/jackals-and-arabs.html" title="Jackals and Arabs" /><author><name>Saeed Omar</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108943363124000105662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UsgDkobNRLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANY/usYgjXTVDiU/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://blogger.saeedomar.com/2008/05/jackals-and-arabs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

