I didn't create my blog in order to turn it into a diary, but yesterday was exceptional and the morals which were hiding in each minute I spent were worth experiencing and I was aware of that … Before I start talking about yesterday, I think I have to take you back in time to related events, in order to be aware of the situation I was put in. Five years ago… I transferred from one school to another while I was pursuing with my Bsc., and what I have done is that, I haven’t told them that I am transferring, because I didn't want to go through the "Clearance" Process, as most of us ,who studied in Jordan, know it's boring, and time consuming since you move your legs from one building to another "collecting" signatures from people you have never seen before, just to guarantee that you haven't misused the university's services which you have never knew of its existence!!!.. Anyway, I asked for my transcripts, which I was given, and then turned my back and moved on… The day before yesterday… A lady at the Higher Education asked me to provide her with my transcripts of my previous university, since I have transferred and all my marks of the courses I have taken were marked by "PASS", and they needed every transcript and every mark I have in order to pursue with the equivalence process of my "American Master Degree"!!!" –What on earth do they mean by that?- Yesterday… It was a working day, and so I had to excuse my supervisor for a leave… The university is 1 hour far from my place, and so I waked up, put my tennis shoes on (mom won't like that :D ) and drove my way to the university… it was early morning, because I didn't want to be caught in overcrowded places or be stuck in a traffic j Arrived to admission building… Paid for transcripts fees… went to the transcripts' division… The man typed my name… stared at the screen… gave me the CLEARANCE FORM and said "do it, then come back!!!" Moral (1): Don't turn your back to things; deal with them at the spot. I moved my butt from one building to another, gathering the signatures…Nobody checked for my name on any system, they just took the lousy form, signed it, stamped it and then gave it back to me. The only guy who was "smarter" than all of them, asked me a very fastidious question "Do you have any loans?", I said "No" , and then……. He signed!!! Moral (2): If you don't benefit from a process you have, get rid of it! You know what? Maybe they wanted me to know the signatures of people I don't know??? You know, in order to improve the way I sign papers… I was asked to hand my university's ID, I was like "Dude, it's been like 5 years ago since I have seen it, I don't have it"… The guy asked me to pay for it … I discovered that I don't have enough money, and so went to the ATM machine and did what I had to do… After my form was signed on that criterion, FINALLY, I went to the Accountant in order to hand them the form, and guess what? The same guy whom I paid the money to for the ID card informed me, "miss! You have 10JDs in account!!!" Moral (3): You should check people' account before letting them pay for transcripts and IDs!!! When I was informed that, I laughed… I really did!!! I laughed from the heart, and the poor guy was confused, but I felt good in a very strange way!!! Moral (4): Laugh!!! Even though you want to fight the world, fight it while you are laughing… I went to claim my money, even though it is only 10JDs , but hey! They asked me to pay for that ID card in the first place, so what goes around, comes around!!! I was given 9.500 JDs , and the guy said "Miss, the half JD is for stamps, look at the document", I was like "I can see that the document says I have to pay 0.5 JD for stamps, but the question is… where is it? I want to see the stamp which I have paid for!!!"… I smiled… Moral (5): To universities, if you want me to give you half a JD, just say so! Don't give flashy names to half a JD!!! It's 0.500 JD!!!…and please try to find more impressive ways in collecting money… half a JD??? Stamp??? NAH!!! Was handed my transcripts, and headed to work!!! Moral (6): Bad times, boring times, and hard times… will eventually vanquish :)
Imprinted footprints are all what is left from everybody who passes the path of life… This is a fact that can't be denied by anybody, dead or alive, although each footprint has its own characteristics… own depth… own destination… and own story… some footprints are imprinted deeper than others…Some footprints are steadier than others … But at the end, we all in a way or another have left our tracks behind… For most of us, all what we want is to have bottomless and steady traces… As deep imprinted footprints for everybody means determination… passion… power… strength…success… As always, we take what we are offered, and searching beyond all what is seen by our bare eyes isn't something that we are good at… Have you ever thought that the trepidation of facing the unknown or stepping one step forward might be the cause of the paused stand for some of us? Have you ever thought that the bottomless footprints might give you a clue that the people behind are drowning in their spot? Have you ever thought that the steadiness of some footprint means that the people behind have their eyes covered and simply know no other way to go? Have you ever thought that the consistent footprints might be a clue of a lost soul that has to live in denial and move towards alternatives rather than dreams? Some people do what they have to do… They have to show the whole world that they are successful and they doing great after what they have been going through… But, loosing themselves in the process makes all their footprints pointless, and hollow… Some people don't know what they want to do… They stand still in their position, fearing to be someone or something, fearing to contribute, fearing to fail… So, the pauses which dig their footprints deep in the solid ground aren't the natural results of wisdom, but are for sure a consequence of discrepancy… Not all rooted footprints have rebel hearts behind, and not all shallow footprints hold a surrendered spirit… So, for me, I'd rather have shallow footprints and a fulfilled life and soul, rather than having only footprints that talk about an unforgettable glory and a spectacular success…
Daddy, I wrote this for your 53 birthday, and wanted to post it on that special day in order for you to read it, but you know, how lousy we are as a family in keeping surprises… We just don't know how to do that :) Daddy, Being on this day sends me back in time to the day when I was five years old, when you were trying to teach me how to tie my shoe laces, and I was arrogant enough to decide that I don't want to watch you and I started looking somewhere else rather than trying to learn… You smiled to me, you just knew that I was inherited your brain, and kept doing it anyway… Being on this day sends me back in time, to the day when I was seven years old, when my sister and I entered the room, and saw the table lamp which we wanted for our room but never told you so, and you just felt that, and bought it to us… you were hiding under our studying table… happy to watch us delighted by your gift...Did you know that all what I have seen back then was that your light overshadowed the light of your gift???… Being on this day sends me back in time when I was ten years old, when my baby sister was two years old back then, and she simply decided that she was old enough to put my mother's make up on!! She was confused when she saw the reflection of the work of art she had done on her face, she approached to you… You just looked at her, comforted her confusion with a gentle smile and a camera's flash… Being on this day sends me back in time, when I was twelve years old, when I was sick, and you took me to the lab in order to do some tests… and helped me to feel comfortable to take my samples…That was a day that will always be detailed in my mind… Daddy… I really don't know, but this special day sends me back in time, to the sweetest memories, and to the toughest memories… and in each one of them you were there…With your presence, with your love, and with your support… Daddy, you created an impossible formula that positions yourself in our lives with different roles… you are having you as a brother, and as a friend, but also we are having you as a discipliner and as an advisor and as a father… You taught me all I know about how to be myself, and how to be proud of the person that I am…and to never compromise with that… You taught me how to be serious, but also to be someone who's down-to-earth and someone whom you have fun around…You taught me how to have a price that can't be paid by anybody or anything… I learnt all that from you… And you won't believe that, but the wrong decisions that I have made, I made them because I haven't actually paused and thought about them, as I knew if things go wrong, you will have my back… I was 110% certain about that…and I knew that you will be the shoulder that I can cry on and I knew that you will help in changing things for me if the path I have chosen led me to consequences I haven't thought about or considered … or at least , make me feel comfortable about it... Daddy, I know that nobody's perfect… But you are… to my mother, to my sisters and to me… Words fall short to describe how amazing you are to us… Daddy… I was blessed and honored from the first day I was born because I was brought to this world as your daughter, and it is something that I will always cherish and be thankful for… I really wish I could pay back 1% of the joy and happiness that you brought and still bring to my life…I really wish I could pay back 1% of the support that you have provided and still provide me with… I really wish I could pay back 1% of all the understanding that you have showed and still show to me… Daddy, Thank you for being who you are and Thank you for being my Dad… Maybe all I want to say is that, I love you daddy…May Allah Bless you…
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