Happy Holidays

Why is it that after months of planning my winter break and eagerly waiting to return home that when I finally do I long to return to the states ? It’s only been about a week since I got back and somehow all the glorious and exciting things I thought of are no longer shining down my end. Sure it’s great to see my family but then again home is a nice place to visit but not more than two weeks. I gotta admit though, I finally indulged on the long awaited kanafa and had my share of shawarma and all the junk food I could get my hands on. I think my dog stands with me when I say this, just yesterday I saw him desperately trying to squeeze himself into his traveling bag which had been all locked up. It’s ironic that when I’m here I long to return to the states and when I’m back I can’t wait to come back home but I guess I didn’t realize that home is no longer the place it once was, I have been away for more than seven years now and in those seven years I changed along with the place I once called home ..

Quote of the day ..

Hospital Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the Lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."