مخاطر المسرب السريع...قصدي مسربنا... زيح ولا هاظا مسربي...

هاي القصة قصة حقيقيه من وحي الشارع الأردني ، و هيّ مجرد ساعة عاشها العبد الفقير لله في ساعة ظهر... و كعادة قصصي تقرأ باللهجة الأردنية القحّة...

الساعة 1 و 58 دقيقة، بتتطلّع في ساعتك و بتقول لحالك ، بدّي أساوي إشي مفيد في استراحة الغدا تبعتي، يعني ما باكل...! عالأقل أخلّصلي مشوار عشان أرتاح المسا... و بدون تفكير مرّة ثانية " ألت+ كنترل+ديليت" ... و ما لقيت حالي غير عند باب السيّارة...

دقّيت سلف، و طلعت... و زي ما تحكي لسّه ما وصلت رجلي الدعسة وّلا أنا علقان بالأزمة... قلت يلاّ مش مشكلة معي ساعة كاملة...

طبعاً الدنيا شووووووووووووووب، و الشعب اللّي زيّي يعني راكب سيّارة من سنة النكسة (ما بمزح عنجد من سنة النكسة)، بتمتّع بتدفئة مركزيّة في السيّارة صيف شتا مصدرها ماتور السيّارة اللّي بضرب على رجليك.. ويا عيني... و إذا بدّك تحس بوضعي على المزبوط تخيّل ريحة البنزين مع مراجعة ( و هاي كمان عنجد مراجعة ببببععععق مراجعه، مش مراجعة امتحان ، و لا مراجعة وقّعلي المعاملة لو سمحت لأ مراجعة ... و لتجنب الإحراج للشخص الّلي تسبّبلي بهالمأساة الله يوافقوا وين ما راح و إجا ما راح نذكر أسماء بس السبب هوّه ما كان قصده بس كان بدّو يأسّس... بس مشكلتوه أنّو طرش قبل ما يأسّس طرش السيّارة...قولوا ليسَ)...

مرّت ربع ساعه و الناس في محلّها، حرام الكذب 5 صانتي تحرّكوا (عا قولت الشعب الأردني الّلي حط وحدة القياس هاي بإيدو...)من محلّهم... المهم شو بدك بالطويلة خلّينا بالقصيرة ... مشينا شوي ويلّلا في صوت زعاك و زاموووور طويل الأمد... كل الأنظار في هاظي اللحظة اتّجهت نحو مصدر الصوت ...بعد تبادل بعض المسبّات الغريبة على بعض الحيوانات الداجنة (زي يلعن ديكك) و الرفوف ( يلعن رفّك ) و إعلان عن بعض المناسبات السعيدة (عرسي عا أختك الليلة...معقول طلعوا نسايب) و شويّة كبت و كره لبعض العواصم الغربية ( زي يلعن روما) في نص الشارع... قرّر المتباريين النزول إلى الشارع للمبارزة ...

في الركن الأسود بالمرسيدس السودا المتبارز الأول متسلّح بخشبة م.د.ف. من الطراز الأوّل خبير بالمبارزة و الحنجلة على طريقة المخيّم الشرقي... و المتبارز الثاني في الركن الأخضر بالتويوتا الخضرا متسلّح بما يبدو كأنّوه موبايل قديم خبير بأساليب التثبيت و الرعب على الطرقات...

هيك و دقّت يا معلّم... 5 دقايق كاملة دز و ظرب و شد شعرو عظ و محاولات تثبيت من الطرفين باءت جميعها بالفشل... 5دقايق أنا ما شفت مصارع محترف بكمّلهم ورا بعظ زي هيك...بعد ما نزل أحد العقلاء أعلنوا هدنة و تعادل في نتيجة المبارة... وهيك أنا لفّيت و رجعت عالشركة ... و فهمت شو يعني لانش بريك... و حياتكو عندي هاي الشغلات مش لإلنا...

و دمتم...

The dog who sold the world , and bought a bone…(episode 2)

The old wrinkly dog started to look around in his place to find things that he needs to carry on his trip, so he went first to the kitchen and looked there for a good 15 minutes, the moon beam stroke into the window and went through all the way to the kitchen floor … he felt so excited everything had a shape, a smell and a taste tonight that he never felt before…and after 15 minutes he found himself carrying a really humongous heavy bag…but he thought what the hell, these are all necessities that I need to carry to survive in my journey… he had everything he had in his kitchen put in that bag from the egg cartons to the instant flan cartons…

He then went into his bedroom, opened his dresser and that big cupboard that he keeps all the summer clothes in…he took everything from swimsuits to Pajamas …and he ended up with another stuffed massive bag …but he had no doubt that those were necessary stuff …

Finally he decided to have one last meal before he left his house, to mark the start of a new life…he made some scrambled eggs , he went through the kitchen looking for something to drink…he ended up opening a bottle of scotch …and as he was doing that, he remembered that he needs to take a good supply of those scotch bottles and not to forget his cigarettes too…he had his last dinner before his fame journey…and finished his bottle …and smoked his fair share too…

He went shaved his beard, put on the nicest clothes he could find and carried both big bags and a backpack too…he went out on wobbly legs looking for a better future…he even didn’t close the door to his place …coz he was sure he wont get back to it ever again…

To be continued...

The dog who sold the world , and bought a bone…(episode 1)

This story talks about this certain stupid dog, who really sold his world and bought a bone with it…as experienced as this dog was, he had this certain part of knowledge that he should've acquired missing… he was always grumpy, often mad with other people and even mad with his own life… he always asked for more… more love, more respect and more money, yup more MONEY …that thought was the only thought that could put a glow in his eyes, an evil glow it was, but it was the only sign that he was alive… so what the hell…

Well, this dog has had his fair share of nearly everything a dog could get, but it was always as much as a dog could get…and that’s what he was…but he was mad at whom he was and what he did…and that’s what kept him grumpy…

Why do humans get money, families, love, power, communities, freedom, respect and even why they get human rights…

One day this old grumpy dog woke up at the middle of the night feeling so burdened and confused by all these questions that traveled through his head. And so he decided to set on a journey to find the answer to all these questions…that are the nightmare that keeps him from entering the kingdom of good sleep and the world of peace of mind…

To Be continued...

As certain as death & taxes...is it...

A weird day passed, and it left something inside that I can't tell what it was exactly...it felt like a mixture of fear, pain, certainty and a lot of doubt...

Time-12:45 still can’t sleep... Don’t know why...

Time-12:55 you know what it is... its just pure fear...

Invisible tears that always travel down my bone cheecks, that no one ever noticed...that end their travel splashing into the imaginary ground I stand on.... to incur a ripple that brings vivid memories of the past and loved ones… surpassed by strong future visions of what should be... the kind of visions that keep us pushing through... that sometimes leaves a subtle smile on our faces...makes us study hard , work hard, laugh hard, try to heighten our senses and the feeling of joy,pain, love and hate...we even made drugs to do that job for us....

It's just that inevitable end... that drives our passion to perform, to provide, to live, love and be loved...

It’s our sense of our triviality…a triviality that comes from being limited… for the worst limit of all limits is TIME… and we all as humans have that limitation on our lives…

You might not feel the way I feel, or you may even not understand what I’m talking about…but it just makes me feel better to talk about it in a wider view…to feel that other people are going through what I’m going through…

In my opinion people are split into 3 categories that defers in their way of dealing with that thought…some may fall between the 3 categories…

-Some are too stupid to understand that they’re trifling creatures, which walk this earth for no more than 100 years … and thus may act cocky sometimes or careless at other times.

-Some are Average people who can comprehend the concept of death, and thus are intimidated by the thought of it ,sometimes…which scares the shit out of them and leaves them confused(I think I’m in between the first two groups )

-And finally some are Smart, who can focus their energy on feeling important when they’re most insignificant and thus survive through it…and who start thinking about their unimportance and triviality when they start feeling cocky…

Still writing that bullshit, but still cant sleep ….I need serious help of a drug now to help me sleep it off…don’t I ?

Nothing is as certain as death ..but it maybe as certain as taxes….

بلوغك بلوغك...

بعد غياب طويل عمزوووو الوحش بقدر يقوللكوا ، أنّو رجع... و أنو ما في زي البلوغ للتفريغ عن الطاقات المكبوتة و محاربة الملل (فا ما في داعي لميلودي )... و بلوغّك بلوغّك...

في أثناء غيابي عن الساحة الفنيّة بتقدرو تحكوا أنّي قد تزوجت... يعني كتبت كتابي... بس أنا بعتبر حالي اتزوجت... و بتقدروا تلاحظوا أني اكتسبت بلاغة في اللغة العربية الفصحى... و بفكّر أفتح Jordan council أضارب عال British Council ...

بتقدر تتوقع بعد قراءة الفقرة الأولى، أنّو إذا كنت من متابعين البلوغ القديم فأنت راح تقدر تلاقي نفس المقدار من الهبل و التفاهة و الكبت النفسي اللي كنت تلاقي في البلوغ القديم... و إذا انت متصفح عادي ... ما راح تلاقي إشي جدّي... فبتقدر تتصفّح بعيد من هون...أما إذا كنت أحد المعجبين فيّي و من الذكور أيضاً (عشان المدام بتزعل) فبتقدر تبعث تعليق عن مدى إعجابك فيّي و في كتاباتي المبدعة...غير هيك لو سمحتوا ما في داعي لتعليقات ما إلها معنى...

بعد ما فرّغت ما أملك من أمراض نفسيّة بقدر أقوللكوا عمزووووو الوحش رجع...

ملاحظة: سوق عمهلك يامّا يا إمحِمد...

pink clouds and silver linings

I'm writing now from in between the clouds, yup 3amzooo is officially married . mmm... don't have much to say...coz im feeling speachless...just wanted to blog this occassion ...and tell the whole world how happy i am...

peace out

The miseducation of 3amzooo has moved

I'm not in the mood to write, but this is just the first post ....because i found out i need a place to blow my steam...or else im going crazy...on the brink of total breakdown...