Why Do They . . . ?

They were there, early after noon

Clear sky and an empty place
In front of each other
Only a coffee table in between
One was staring with eyes full of tears and pride
The other was cold, doing nothing but stirring the sugar in that small cup of tea
For an hour, silence was they're favorite language
But then, one spoke another, saying:

"Is it me?
Is it you?
Was it something I said?
Or something you did?
Is it someone else?
Or should I just bid?

Cause I can't tell
And it feels like hell
I don’t know
If it's me or if it's you?

(gasps)

Look me in the eye
Tell me what's wrong?
Cause your hand been away for so long
And there's no more "our love song"

Do you feel my heartache?

Huh?
No?
Don't tell me it was all fake

Was it all a dream?
And now I'm awake
Awake in my own nightmare
Do you think its fare?
After all I've done for you
I thought you would care
Look at you
You don’t even touch my hair
Where is the love ring?
You don’t even wear
Was it all fake?

The talking for hours
The walking on the lake
What about that coffee at the towers?
With "our" favorite cake
Was it all fake?
What about the future plans?
Or was I a point of trans?

Just tell me why?
And I'll wake away
But please don’t lie
Please"…

The other says:

"I don’t have a reason
I don’t know why
And I don’t want you to cry
but i really don’t know why"…

Sound of weeping …
Runs away. . .

I happened to be there, behind their table, and didn’t mean to listen. I thought in here I would find peace for an hour or two, but I was wrong, I was shocked to what I was listening to. And started to wonder, why? What happened? Why did they break up? Why do people break up? I want to know why? ... why?

Old Friends

Its was a hot mid-working day last week when I had to go to the Sultan Center, Salmiyah branch, to order something from the "Just Ask" service. I was there, and I had to wait in queue for about 10 minutes, I just couldn't stand still. I had to walk here and there, trying my best to make time goes by faster, as if it would!
Anyhow, while I was waiting, two old men, in their early 70's of age, one of them was with a little beard and the other clean shaved and a walking crutch, caught my attention, checking out in the cashier area. They were buying some grocery, and their Indian house boy was accompanying them. The bearded man wanted to push the cart, so he asked the house boy to wait outside beside the car. The crutch man was asking his friend if they bought everything they needed, and this was the dialog (of course it was in Kuwaiti accent):

Crutch Man: "Have we bought everything we need and for the kids?"
Bearded Man: "Yes, I think you got the list they wrote"
Crutch Man: "Yeah, right"
Bearded Man: "Haven't you told me once that you got that sultan center points card?"
Crutch Man: "Yes, I do have it"
Bearded Man: "Then why don’t you check how many points you have collected so far?"
Crutch Man: "Yes I should"

So they stood in front of the "The Sultan Center Points" desk, and stared into a little female trainee's face, asked her if it’s the right place to check the points, and showed her the card.

Female Staff: "Sir, you got 400 points, which equals around 20 K.D. of purchasing voucher, or anything equivalent"
Crutch Man: "20 K.D. only?, its nothing"
Bearded Man: "You can give to whoever"
Crutch Man: "I think I'll just keep for next time grocery"
Bearded Man: "Or they can pay your mobile bill with it"
Crutch Man: "You're right"
Bearded Man: "Remember we have mobiles now, not like the old days"
Crutch Man: "Yes, and we have cards to collect points"
Bearded Man: "Everywhere is air-conditioned"
Crutch Man: "God, yeah, I remember it very well"
Bearded Man: "when was it? When we used to sneak out to buy our favorite chocolate, like 60 years ago?"
Crutch Man: " yes, 1945"

And there they were laughing and smiling at each other, you can tell from their sparkling eyes that they were remembering every piece of it.

At that very moment, I wished I had a camera, to take a snapshot of them while they were laughing. It was obvious that they're friends since those old days they were talking about. They were cherishing every moment, living every minute of it, feeling every heartbeat, tasting every bite of that old chocolate, and they were simply thanking God for those times, for the way they were.

One time someone said:
"Make new friends, but keep the old;

Those are silver, these are gold.

New-made friendships, like new wine,

Age will mellow and refine.

Friendships that have stood the test

-Time and change - are surely best;

Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray,

Friendship never knows decay.

For 'mid old friends, tried and true,

Once more we our youth renew.

But old friends, alas! may die,

New friends must their place supply.

Cherish friendship in your breast-

New is good, but old is best;

Make new friends, but keep the old;

Those are silver, these are gold."



What a life!

After The Silence . . .

Emotional Attachment

Like every other day, I was jogging on a treadmill in the gym, and all of a sudden my iPod froze. I got my iPod a year ago, where I have more than 500 songs and about 30 videos of my favorite artists. I use it in the gym, in the car, at home, and wherever I need to listen to whatever type of music. I had to stop my work out in the gym; I just can not work out with out music. So I went back home, logged into the internet, and surfed the iPod site for the troubleshooting. But still, I couldn’t fix it. So I drove my car to the iCity workshop, the place to fix iPod and other Apple products, explained what happened to it, and I have been told that they will call me whenever the iPod is fixed. Well, I have received the call, and it turned out to be that my iPod can not be fixed, and that I should buy a new one, my iPod is dead.

Anyhow, when I handled my iPod, and went back home, I realized something, something that might or could sound pathetic to some people. I was giving my iPod for fixing like a parent holding his little kid in the emergency room (E.R.) don’t know what was wrong with it and just can not accept the reality of it being out of order!

I realized that I was emotionally attached to my iPod. This little mp3 device, indirectly, controls my mood.

This made me think of what so called "Emotional Attachment". There are people, places, words, matters, thoughts, or even small little things or devices that can have an impact on us and control our emotions and it could be directly and/or indirectly.
But would this behavior be normal or ok?

Is it OK to be emotionally attached to someone or something?
Is it OK for that someone or something to manipulate our emotions and/or feelings out of our control?

Would that someone or something be worth the attachment and the disturbances that may take place with emotions and feelings?
Do all human beings love it when they're emotionally attached to someone or something?
Or is it part of being an Arab or middle-eastern that would make us naturally easy and at risk to suffer from emotional attachments?

Yes suffer, for more than 10 days I had to stop going to the gym, simply because I wasn’t in the mood to work out, due to the lack of music. So this is an un-healthy behavior.

And so, it is important to control our feelings and emotions towards everything in our lives. There are people who passed away because of the loss of their loved ones. They couldn’t go on without the people who shared their lives. So someone could physically die if they lost someone. Others may simply lose their minds if something happened to those they love. And it's all because of the emotional attachment.

This untouchable attachment could cause you death or it could simply make you live happily ever after, although nothing last forever!