Why is it that only when we are grieving we energise our soul with the people that love us the most? why and how do we forget their existence and their positive influence on our life? why do we take that for granted up until we reach the point of grief?
How good it feels to be unconditionally loved...no strings attached...no ifs no buts...no effort no limit...How alone do we feel all along, until we realize and accept that we are in a state of grief? Only then we reach out for our mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, best friends...or even good friends. And most importantly only then we reach out to ourselves...Wouldn't be much easier to just reach out BEFORE we get to that state of grief? wouldn't every break up, every bad news, every lay off, every break down be much soother while having all that energy from the people that truly love us all along?
Why,oh why, do we insist on seeking inner peace from the ones that disrupted this peace in the first place? Why we long for their attention, love and care while we know we will not get it? Why do we need their benediction to stand up on our feet again, while all they do is put us down, intentionally or in most cases unintentionally?
I was reading a friend's blog about family...he concludes: I propose a paradigm shift. Allocating the most amount of energy to servicing the individuals who needn’t be impressed or won over by you. The good hearted few who will always be genuinely accepting of you and your bullshit. And to a varying degree, fuck everyone else
i am passing through a rough period, and his blog was a wake up call. i had came to the conclusion that something was missing in this equation, my equation. there was an unbalance somewhere, a miscalculation. i have lost something along the way. Connecting to one s self is definitely part of the equation, but also connecting to your people, your comfort zone is another important aspect. Good thing is, you know they re always there. always always and always. no doubt.
So...i reiterate in my own simple words...love those who love u unconditionally, unconditionally. Remember them more, put your effort and invest your time with them, let them be first on ur priority list. Everyone else can just... u know what:) Whenever u are feeling like u are drowning, instead of longing for those who drowned you, pick up the phone and call your family, your cousin, or a friend that is NOT on your last call list. they are the people that love you the most, care about you the most, know you the most, stand by you the most, wake up for u the most, even if they were fast asleep and tell you: 'no you didnt wake me up, im still up'...and therefore, they will put up with your non-sense the most without judging you.
Choose your grieving buddies wisely my friends...For if u did not, you ll find yourself grieving alone...
furaha x
Monday, August 29, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Stolen away...
for all of us that live in big cities...do not underestimate the power of big cities...
i was speaking with a childhood friend of mine...catching up...exchanging stories (always always feels good with childhood friends).
so she asks: how s london? 'It's good', i said. It s where i want to be, where i left everything for, where i ve always wanted to come back, where i ve built a vision in, where i want to have a career and personal growth...
then she said something that made me think, 'Do not underestimate the power of big cities'.
And i stopped to think that i ve been in London for just about a year now. What changed? What did this city do to me?
Well, i will spare u the details of my life. but funny the things i realised. funny how time slipped away...funny how this big city stole me away. funny how everything changed...so i thought.
Yes its a hub. Big cities are a hub. and no matter what u do, there s always something u are missing on, there is always more to do, and less time to do it. There is no time to breath even on a sunday morning. You always feel the pressure of not doing enough or not doing well, or WELL + ENOUGH. You always feel you are well behind plan, be it work wise or personal wise. So energy wise...we are all drained in big cities like london, or even small ones like beirut.
My message here is to STOP and THINK. think of how is or how can the big city u live in steel you away? how can it at the same time energise u sooo much and dis-energise u even more. and most importantly how did u reach the point where u lost touch with oneself? Yes, everything has changed, but i am still the same...you are still the same.
The problem is, in big cities like that we focus so much on the changes. on how well we are doing at work, how well this is good to our career, how, much we learn and get out of the city. how every step every move is an experience. even getting in the tube everyday, trust me is one of the biggest experiences that i never thought i d learn so much from! but what we always forget to do is to focus on what has NOT changed...funny how things are still the same.
to win the battle of big cities, one must focus on what have not changed...while embrace all the changes happening. Only then, what was not WELL+ENOUGH will be good enough and doing MORE will be an option not a draining necessity.
furaha x
i was speaking with a childhood friend of mine...catching up...exchanging stories (always always feels good with childhood friends).
so she asks: how s london? 'It's good', i said. It s where i want to be, where i left everything for, where i ve always wanted to come back, where i ve built a vision in, where i want to have a career and personal growth...
then she said something that made me think, 'Do not underestimate the power of big cities'.
And i stopped to think that i ve been in London for just about a year now. What changed? What did this city do to me?
Well, i will spare u the details of my life. but funny the things i realised. funny how time slipped away...funny how this big city stole me away. funny how everything changed...so i thought.
Yes its a hub. Big cities are a hub. and no matter what u do, there s always something u are missing on, there is always more to do, and less time to do it. There is no time to breath even on a sunday morning. You always feel the pressure of not doing enough or not doing well, or WELL + ENOUGH. You always feel you are well behind plan, be it work wise or personal wise. So energy wise...we are all drained in big cities like london, or even small ones like beirut.
My message here is to STOP and THINK. think of how is or how can the big city u live in steel you away? how can it at the same time energise u sooo much and dis-energise u even more. and most importantly how did u reach the point where u lost touch with oneself? Yes, everything has changed, but i am still the same...you are still the same.
The problem is, in big cities like that we focus so much on the changes. on how well we are doing at work, how well this is good to our career, how, much we learn and get out of the city. how every step every move is an experience. even getting in the tube everyday, trust me is one of the biggest experiences that i never thought i d learn so much from! but what we always forget to do is to focus on what has NOT changed...funny how things are still the same.
to win the battle of big cities, one must focus on what have not changed...while embrace all the changes happening. Only then, what was not WELL+ENOUGH will be good enough and doing MORE will be an option not a draining necessity.
furaha x
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Touch base
Today im devastated...
you know when u want something just really want something. really really focused on THAT damn thing?? and then u just dont get it? u know how it feels? you must know how it feels. im sure everyone of us has been through something like this whether its a phone call u were waiting form ur loved one, or a grade ur waiting for, or a job u applied for, or a barbie for ur birthday, or a visa for a trip u ve planned or or or...
well today i did not get my thing. and i was devastated.
normally i would just be like : tough luck for me! next time i ll do better or get what i want... but instead today i lost it. and why did i loose it? it took me the whole day to realize why...its because i did not 'touch base' with myself. i was so focused on what i want that i forgot all about ME. all i wanted was that thing...and i lost my mind focusing on it.
what i am trying to say is one should never loose their mind but to one's self. when i finally calmed myself down and touched base with my emotions and reasoned my behaviour i realized that things can be so so so so so so much easier when u have your own self next to yourself. yes my family and friend do help. but they cover the wound and cant heal it. only you can heal it.
coming back home i decided to put my cell phone and ipod away, close my book and magazines and just not think! just look inward and forget all about my thing and my surrounding. the things i realized on this way back, the same route i take every single day, was just amazing. i finally found the medical center im looking for, noticed there is a locks shop right next to my house (why is a locks shop so important you ask? well its because im paranoid if i ever loose my keys how would i change the lock of my house door), i was glad to know there is a yoga center much closer to home, happy to see the new yellow and violet flowers hanged on all the street lights which i ve never noticed before, realized that the little supermarket next to my house which i never go to actually closes late at night and would be ideal for late dinners and so on...
when u look inward, the outside is just much nicer and calmer and makes sense. and actually that THING wouldnt matter that much. because its just a thing...and no matter what u still got YOU:)
so this is a reminder to always always touch base...
furaha x
you know when u want something just really want something. really really focused on THAT damn thing?? and then u just dont get it? u know how it feels? you must know how it feels. im sure everyone of us has been through something like this whether its a phone call u were waiting form ur loved one, or a grade ur waiting for, or a job u applied for, or a barbie for ur birthday, or a visa for a trip u ve planned or or or...
well today i did not get my thing. and i was devastated.
normally i would just be like : tough luck for me! next time i ll do better or get what i want... but instead today i lost it. and why did i loose it? it took me the whole day to realize why...its because i did not 'touch base' with myself. i was so focused on what i want that i forgot all about ME. all i wanted was that thing...and i lost my mind focusing on it.
what i am trying to say is one should never loose their mind but to one's self. when i finally calmed myself down and touched base with my emotions and reasoned my behaviour i realized that things can be so so so so so so much easier when u have your own self next to yourself. yes my family and friend do help. but they cover the wound and cant heal it. only you can heal it.
coming back home i decided to put my cell phone and ipod away, close my book and magazines and just not think! just look inward and forget all about my thing and my surrounding. the things i realized on this way back, the same route i take every single day, was just amazing. i finally found the medical center im looking for, noticed there is a locks shop right next to my house (why is a locks shop so important you ask? well its because im paranoid if i ever loose my keys how would i change the lock of my house door), i was glad to know there is a yoga center much closer to home, happy to see the new yellow and violet flowers hanged on all the street lights which i ve never noticed before, realized that the little supermarket next to my house which i never go to actually closes late at night and would be ideal for late dinners and so on...
when u look inward, the outside is just much nicer and calmer and makes sense. and actually that THING wouldnt matter that much. because its just a thing...and no matter what u still got YOU:)
so this is a reminder to always always touch base...
furaha x
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Accomplishment
On my way back from France, about one year back, i spotted at the airport an ad for HSBC where 3 pictures were showing:
Accomplishment#1: a beauty contest winner
Accomplishment #2: an astronaut that reached the moon
Accomplishment #3: a kid that just tied his shoes for the first time
Then i posed and thought, if i were to frame myself in what is the "biggest"accomplishment of my life how would that picture look like?
Passing through security all the way to the gate then the plane, i sat with the seat belt on, grabbed the "vomit bag"of Air France (nothing like Air liban:) ) and started writing this blog which i never published and found it while cleaning my papers few days back.
I starting reflecting at my so called accomplishments. When and how did i feel satisfied, happy, ecstatic, proud, relieved, strong, independent, free, focused and... accomplished?
There was this time when i opened my email late at night only to discover i have been accepted to a masters program i really wanted to join...another time my finance teacher held me my 100/100 exam back with none of the 100+ students scoring full grade but myself.
When thinking of accomplishments i can not but remember the moment i was on the stage receiving my certificate with honorable mention, my parents in front of me clapping as hard as they can with pride.
I can still remember how good it felt the first time i successfully finished a SUDOKU game, I who have absolutely no patience for such a thing.
Hitting the submit button on the college website the day i submitted my thesis was definitely a day to remember!
But i can not call the above "accomplishments" let alone "biggest accomplishment" of my life. There must be this one thing i did that flipped my life around...a moment where i felt something like never before. Where i experienced something new, something exiting and most importantly something i did not think i would or could do.
It was around 12am on January 2010...Ramson, our tanzanian guide, walks in the room to wake us up but i haven't slept anyways. I get up, get dressed: 1st base layer on, thermal on, fleece on, second fleece on, big fluffy windbreaker jacket on, hiking boots on, 1st gloves on, second gloves on and in between some hand warmers, hat on, walking sticks in hand, backpack on with 3 liters of water, night light on the head, camera and cell phone inside my jacket pockets to keep them warm and off i went outside the room. It was cold...so damn cold! MINUS 10 degrees cold. I was 4,800 meters high at kibo hut on Mount Kilimanjaro. I had been walking for 4 days to arrive to that point and i was about to ascend to the sumit.
I was not feeling anything...i was a bit out of place...doing what i was being told to do. Ramson in front of me and Marhoun, my friend, behind me, we started to "ac send" silently. And we kept ascending one step at a time zigzaging our way up. I didnt look up, the altitude of where we were aiming at freaked me out...i did not look behind, the steepness of the tip frightened me...i was looking down at Ramson's footsteps following them carefully and religiously, from time to time i would glimpse up at the moon. It was so big...perfectly shaped...sooo soooo bright lighting the whole climb for us. And the starts! you could feel they re shaking from all the shininess.
At 5,200m, altitude started to kick in. Sparing you the details, i vomit ted couple of times, fell asleep another couple of times, felt breathless, cold and hot, and very very dizzy. Problem is i could not stop and rest, it was something like -15 degrees, so keep going was the only way.
i lost track of time, but we had walked between 5-6 hours and arrived at Gilmann's point, 5,600m...i looked down only to discover how straight was the climb up.
At this point i had a choice to make...a choice that shaped my life since then.
So Ramson looks at me: "Furaha (meaning farah in Swahili), do u want to continue? Do u want to take a picture at Uhuru?"
"Yes, i do, but...", i replied.
" What you are feeling is normal, i would not let you continue otherwise, look, look there, can u see behind the ice? this is Uhuru peak and if we continue right now we will meet up with Ashi(my other Friend) and Tutu (our other guide) and we will all arrive to the peak at sunrise", Ramson interrupted
I can stop here, take a picture, and go down. I had reached Gilmann's point anyways, it is already a peak...but it is not the peak peak. i wasn't feeling right...i was so tired and sleepy and breathless and exhausted. What choice do i have? I could continue, another God knows how many hours to reach Uhuru Peak...and where is this peak anyways? what is there? a sign saying congrats u arrived? I have a sign right here saying congrats u arrived to Gilmann's @ 5,600m. What will these 200 extra meters do to me? I look down again. It doesnt look too enticing to go down! another 5-6 hours of walk. What i really really wanted is to just be out of here. Out of the mountain...back to ground zero where i can BREATH and move my toes and fingers.
Then i started thinking, i have been looking at Uhuru UP for the last 4 days...and now i am looking almost STRAIGHT. Forgetting for a split of a second how breathless i was i agreed to keep going.
Everything afterwards did not matter. My peak is one that i ve set for myself. Its the first step i took after Gilman's. It is where i took my heart to a limit. "A" limit i did not know existed. Its where i took the decision to exceed my potential, and keep going despite all of what i was feeling. Its not giving up. Its being determinant. Its a point where i got over my fear, or doubt that i will or i CAN continue. Its having an easy way out, still not settling for that and choosing the hard way, the right way. Its i felt satisfied, happy, ecstatic, proud, relieved, strong, independent, free, focused and... accomplished.
I remembered at that point on of the guides telling me what i call the best of advice i've had from anyone. I asked him what makes someone reach the top...how much to drink, eat, the pace to walk at, the time to begin and so on...he then said: 'Be free, be happy and you will make it!'
So i closed my eyes for few seconds and enclosed this feeling deep in my heart and hoped to never let it go. Then i open them and walked my way up to Uhuru peak one breath at a time...I felt free, i felt happy and i made it. These 200 extra meters gave me more then i could ask for...They gave me the feeling of accomlishment.
Furaha x
Accomplishment#1: a beauty contest winner
Accomplishment #2: an astronaut that reached the moon
Accomplishment #3: a kid that just tied his shoes for the first time
Then i posed and thought, if i were to frame myself in what is the "biggest"accomplishment of my life how would that picture look like?
Passing through security all the way to the gate then the plane, i sat with the seat belt on, grabbed the "vomit bag"of Air France (nothing like Air liban:) ) and started writing this blog which i never published and found it while cleaning my papers few days back.
I starting reflecting at my so called accomplishments. When and how did i feel satisfied, happy, ecstatic, proud, relieved, strong, independent, free, focused and... accomplished?
There was this time when i opened my email late at night only to discover i have been accepted to a masters program i really wanted to join...another time my finance teacher held me my 100/100 exam back with none of the 100+ students scoring full grade but myself.
When thinking of accomplishments i can not but remember the moment i was on the stage receiving my certificate with honorable mention, my parents in front of me clapping as hard as they can with pride.
I can still remember how good it felt the first time i successfully finished a SUDOKU game, I who have absolutely no patience for such a thing.
Hitting the submit button on the college website the day i submitted my thesis was definitely a day to remember!
But i can not call the above "accomplishments" let alone "biggest accomplishment" of my life. There must be this one thing i did that flipped my life around...a moment where i felt something like never before. Where i experienced something new, something exiting and most importantly something i did not think i would or could do.
It was around 12am on January 2010...Ramson, our tanzanian guide, walks in the room to wake us up but i haven't slept anyways. I get up, get dressed: 1st base layer on, thermal on, fleece on, second fleece on, big fluffy windbreaker jacket on, hiking boots on, 1st gloves on, second gloves on and in between some hand warmers, hat on, walking sticks in hand, backpack on with 3 liters of water, night light on the head, camera and cell phone inside my jacket pockets to keep them warm and off i went outside the room. It was cold...so damn cold! MINUS 10 degrees cold. I was 4,800 meters high at kibo hut on Mount Kilimanjaro. I had been walking for 4 days to arrive to that point and i was about to ascend to the sumit.
I was not feeling anything...i was a bit out of place...doing what i was being told to do. Ramson in front of me and Marhoun, my friend, behind me, we started to "ac send" silently. And we kept ascending one step at a time zigzaging our way up. I didnt look up, the altitude of where we were aiming at freaked me out...i did not look behind, the steepness of the tip frightened me...i was looking down at Ramson's footsteps following them carefully and religiously, from time to time i would glimpse up at the moon. It was so big...perfectly shaped...sooo soooo bright lighting the whole climb for us. And the starts! you could feel they re shaking from all the shininess.
At 5,200m, altitude started to kick in. Sparing you the details, i vomit ted couple of times, fell asleep another couple of times, felt breathless, cold and hot, and very very dizzy. Problem is i could not stop and rest, it was something like -15 degrees, so keep going was the only way.
i lost track of time, but we had walked between 5-6 hours and arrived at Gilmann's point, 5,600m...i looked down only to discover how straight was the climb up.
At this point i had a choice to make...a choice that shaped my life since then.
So Ramson looks at me: "Furaha (meaning farah in Swahili), do u want to continue? Do u want to take a picture at Uhuru?"
"Yes, i do, but...", i replied.
" What you are feeling is normal, i would not let you continue otherwise, look, look there, can u see behind the ice? this is Uhuru peak and if we continue right now we will meet up with Ashi(my other Friend) and Tutu (our other guide) and we will all arrive to the peak at sunrise", Ramson interrupted
I can stop here, take a picture, and go down. I had reached Gilmann's point anyways, it is already a peak...but it is not the peak peak. i wasn't feeling right...i was so tired and sleepy and breathless and exhausted. What choice do i have? I could continue, another God knows how many hours to reach Uhuru Peak...and where is this peak anyways? what is there? a sign saying congrats u arrived? I have a sign right here saying congrats u arrived to Gilmann's @ 5,600m. What will these 200 extra meters do to me? I look down again. It doesnt look too enticing to go down! another 5-6 hours of walk. What i really really wanted is to just be out of here. Out of the mountain...back to ground zero where i can BREATH and move my toes and fingers.
Then i started thinking, i have been looking at Uhuru UP for the last 4 days...and now i am looking almost STRAIGHT. Forgetting for a split of a second how breathless i was i agreed to keep going.
Everything afterwards did not matter. My peak is one that i ve set for myself. Its the first step i took after Gilman's. It is where i took my heart to a limit. "A" limit i did not know existed. Its where i took the decision to exceed my potential, and keep going despite all of what i was feeling. Its not giving up. Its being determinant. Its a point where i got over my fear, or doubt that i will or i CAN continue. Its having an easy way out, still not settling for that and choosing the hard way, the right way. Its i felt satisfied, happy, ecstatic, proud, relieved, strong, independent, free, focused and... accomplished.
I remembered at that point on of the guides telling me what i call the best of advice i've had from anyone. I asked him what makes someone reach the top...how much to drink, eat, the pace to walk at, the time to begin and so on...he then said: 'Be free, be happy and you will make it!'
So i closed my eyes for few seconds and enclosed this feeling deep in my heart and hoped to never let it go. Then i open them and walked my way up to Uhuru peak one breath at a time...I felt free, i felt happy and i made it. These 200 extra meters gave me more then i could ask for...They gave me the feeling of accomlishment.
Furaha x
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Jiddo
Sunday morning i woke up, put on my gym cloth and went for a ritual jog with dad on the "corniche" (for those of you who do not know, the corniche is a long path along the sea in the middle of Beirut).
Once i arrived near Kantaki on Raouche i started my search. For who or what, u ask? For Jiddo (meaning grandfather), i answer.
Not my paternal or maternal Jiddo. But an old man stranger...a stranger that over years and years still managed to stay a stranger to me.
I first realized how important that stranger is to me when, 9 years ago, my drama class teacher handed us papers and pens and asked us to just write something...anything that comes to mind...and for some very weird reason the first thing that came to my mind was this old man. I was puzzled by that fact. I used to see Jiddo almost everyday on my way back from school. same timing, same route every single day. and i used to see him always in the same place next to Kantaki, by a garbage bin. But i never thought of that until i was asked to write "something". So i wrote about how intrigued i was by the life of this old man.
Days went by, i graduated from school, i no longer take same route at the same time back home. Moreover i travelled to study outside Lebanon, came back to work in Lebanon, then left again to work in London...BUT i never ever pass by Kantaki without looking around and hoping that Jiddo is still there...that he is still alive...and year after year Jiddo have not failed me.
I tried at many times to speak with him, let him know of my existence, let him be aware that i am aware of his existence. But i've never tried to know him more. Each time i approach him, i hand him a sum of money that i would keep away just for him, he says "Shukran"and that is about it!
So who is he? what does he do? is he a beggar? does he work in Kantaki? does he take the garbage out? does he have a family? does he have a home? how old is he? and...what is his name?
Same morning, i got the news that a family friend's dad passed away. I went to pay my condolences. I do not personally know her father, however i was very sad for her loss. That morning i accompanied the wife of the deceased to her home in order for her to put on some black cloth. It was the first time she goes to their home after her husband passed away...it was a pain feeling this old lady's pain while going through his things, his glasses, his newspaper and so on. And i thought...what about Jiddo? Who will be there when he dies? Who will be at his funeral? I have been seeing this man solo for 10 years, i could not imagine him with a life of his own.
I guess i will never know...but i learned something very important from Jiddo. And that is to be aware of the people around me, to give them the chance and the right to be part of my life. So i owe it to Jiddo that my waiting times at the coffee shop every single morning are much more enjoyable, now that i got to know the staff that works there, i owe it to him that i am not naming my daughter Alegria (meaning Joy in spanish) since this spanish lady who works at Itshu (where i get my lunch almost everyday) made fun of me when i told her that, and i thought it was an original name! How many times do we get into and out of the tube per day? How many faces do we see just in the tube and the tube station? How degrading are tube rides? There are certainly many people who live across the street from you who take same route everyday at same time to work... Imagine u could pinpoint Jiddosss in the tube. Familiar faces, familiar voices...Imagine u could SPEAK to them...how much less painful the ride would be?
I owe it to Jiddo that everyday that goes by, especially in a humongous city like London, is a more personalized day and a less lonely day.
Jiddo will probably never be aware that i am writing this about him...but thank you Jiddo.
Furaha
Once i arrived near Kantaki on Raouche i started my search. For who or what, u ask? For Jiddo (meaning grandfather), i answer.
Not my paternal or maternal Jiddo. But an old man stranger...a stranger that over years and years still managed to stay a stranger to me.
I first realized how important that stranger is to me when, 9 years ago, my drama class teacher handed us papers and pens and asked us to just write something...anything that comes to mind...and for some very weird reason the first thing that came to my mind was this old man. I was puzzled by that fact. I used to see Jiddo almost everyday on my way back from school. same timing, same route every single day. and i used to see him always in the same place next to Kantaki, by a garbage bin. But i never thought of that until i was asked to write "something". So i wrote about how intrigued i was by the life of this old man.
Days went by, i graduated from school, i no longer take same route at the same time back home. Moreover i travelled to study outside Lebanon, came back to work in Lebanon, then left again to work in London...BUT i never ever pass by Kantaki without looking around and hoping that Jiddo is still there...that he is still alive...and year after year Jiddo have not failed me.
I tried at many times to speak with him, let him know of my existence, let him be aware that i am aware of his existence. But i've never tried to know him more. Each time i approach him, i hand him a sum of money that i would keep away just for him, he says "Shukran"and that is about it!
So who is he? what does he do? is he a beggar? does he work in Kantaki? does he take the garbage out? does he have a family? does he have a home? how old is he? and...what is his name?
Same morning, i got the news that a family friend's dad passed away. I went to pay my condolences. I do not personally know her father, however i was very sad for her loss. That morning i accompanied the wife of the deceased to her home in order for her to put on some black cloth. It was the first time she goes to their home after her husband passed away...it was a pain feeling this old lady's pain while going through his things, his glasses, his newspaper and so on. And i thought...what about Jiddo? Who will be there when he dies? Who will be at his funeral? I have been seeing this man solo for 10 years, i could not imagine him with a life of his own.
I guess i will never know...but i learned something very important from Jiddo. And that is to be aware of the people around me, to give them the chance and the right to be part of my life. So i owe it to Jiddo that my waiting times at the coffee shop every single morning are much more enjoyable, now that i got to know the staff that works there, i owe it to him that i am not naming my daughter Alegria (meaning Joy in spanish) since this spanish lady who works at Itshu (where i get my lunch almost everyday) made fun of me when i told her that, and i thought it was an original name! How many times do we get into and out of the tube per day? How many faces do we see just in the tube and the tube station? How degrading are tube rides? There are certainly many people who live across the street from you who take same route everyday at same time to work... Imagine u could pinpoint Jiddosss in the tube. Familiar faces, familiar voices...Imagine u could SPEAK to them...how much less painful the ride would be?
I owe it to Jiddo that everyday that goes by, especially in a humongous city like London, is a more personalized day and a less lonely day.
Jiddo will probably never be aware that i am writing this about him...but thank you Jiddo.
Furaha
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