Beesh’s Bin

The Arab World learns two new English words… March 29, 2007

Filed under: Arab World,Humor,personal — Beesh @ 11:28 pm

Yes, you heard it folks, the Arab world has learned two new English words through their newest English teacher Haifa Wehbe. A few days ago my younger sister called me into her room to show me “something very funny” and although I didn’t want to see what she had, she promised that it was worth my time so I agreed. We sat on her bed with the laptop in her lap as she browsed through youtube to show me this. Haifa Wehbe falling on Star Academy 4 during her rehearsal for the “brime” (read prime)!! I couldn’t believe my eyes but it was true! I was shocked for a bit, but then I laughed just because she looked so confident as she walked down the stairs and then all of a sudden she’s on the floor. Anyhow, my sister continued to browse through youtube to show me Haifa Wehbe’s newest song that was shown on Star Academy 4. Let’s just clear up just a few things: I don’t like Haifa, I don’t think she’s beautiful, I don’t think she knows how to sing and I don’t like the crap that she comes up with songs , but despite all this, I agreed to listening/watching her newest creation.

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So I thought “wa wa” was bad, but then again, Haifa Wehbe never ceases to surprise me. Apparently, Haifa’s newest goal is to be an English teacher because in her latest song she sings using the two English words “naughty” and “good”. Everything about the song was horrible; the lyrics, her voice, and her attitude. I listened to the entire song and I realized that by the end of it, I had pretty much memorized it; not because it’s nice or because it has beautiful lyrics, instead because the words she used were so 2nd grade-ish. This is the problem with these new songs that are being broadcast daily on Arab television, the lyrics are designed to be simple so anyone can grasp the song and continue singing it all day. Here’s a preview to the song, it goes something like this (translated in English):

Whoever angers mommy… Naughty

Whoever angers poppy (dad).. Naughty

Whoever doesn’t listen to me… naughty, naughtyyyyyy

Whoever gets angry with his friends…naughty

Whoever hits his sister.. naughty

Whoever hits her brother.. naughty

And whoever doesn’t do anything bad to anyone, we all love him and we should all tell him.. good, good, good..

I don’t think I need to go on for you to understand and realize the extent of the pathetic-ness the Arab world is dealing with. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt as I thought maybe she’s trying to send a positive message to the kids to get them to be “good” and not “naughty”, but what kind of message is she sending when she’s on stage in a tiny dress running and twirling around trying to get the guys in the audience to go crazy over her?! Several questions came to mind: what’s the real purpose of this song, why does she need to sing those two words in English, and why the heck is the Arab world listening, singing, and going crazy over this junk?! It’s so sad to see so many Arab youth preoccupied with this kind of crap while Iraqis and Palestinians are dying daily. I am not suggesting that we stop our lives and be depressed over what is going on in the region, but we need to realize that what is happening to us is a result of our absentmindedness, our carelessness, and our preoccupation with the least important things in life. It’s important that the energy the Muslim and Arab youth have be harnessed to the building of their countries and the development of their societies through all possible means. Maybe Haifa can create a song to get the youth to do that eh?

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I plead not guilty… March 25, 2007

Filed under: personal — Beesh @ 8:39 pm

This is what I was ready to say in front of a judge on Thursday morning. I practiced my arguments over and over again and was ready to win my case. In early January I got into a small car accident and it was then that the police officer who came to the scene discovered that my license had been expired for about 3 months. He gave me a ticket that required that I go to court where the judge decides my fine, so on March 22 I was ready to go tell the judge that I was indeed innocent and that it was not my fault that my license had expired. I prayed in the morning and left my house an hour before my appointment in order to be there on time. As soon as I got onto the highway I was struck at the amount of backed up cars and trucks. It took me about half an hour to get to the exit that usually takes me about 10 minutes; this was only the beginning. When I reached the area the courthouse was located in, I felt comfortable knowing that I was close, the problem however was that traffic in this “old town” section of the city was ridiculous because of construction. I was literally in a race against time. My appointment was 9:30 and it was already 9:25 when I was still trying to figure out where to go, as left turns are not allowed in this part of town (and the courthouse was to my left).. yes, it was horrible.

As I tried to avoid getting into another accident, I decided to park my car and walk to the courthouse which I thought was pretty close… it was 9:28 now. I ran out of my car, grabbed my entire book bag, and the running began. I was running on the sidewalk next to dozens of cars whose passengers were all staring at me… yes, I was very embarrassed yet I continued. I came across intersection after intersection and at this point, I wasn’t 100% sure of where I was headed. I could see several buildings so I figured it was one of them. I crossed the street running and asked a police officer where the courthouse was, he pointed in the direction I was running, so I continued. My heart was pounding, my eyes were tearing up (as I get really emotional sometimes), and I could barely catch my breath, but I ran. I got to one building, went in and asked where I was supposed to go. The security guard said “assalamu alaikum” and wanted to chit chat with me but I was in such a rush, I brushed him off and asked him where I needed to go, to which he answered “that building”. I ran to the next building, went in with some relief knowing I was almost there, only to find out that I had to go upstairs. Yes, I had to run up a flight of stairs to get to the judge… I was exhausted. It was 9:43 at this point and I knew the judge wasn’t going to be merciful. I went into the building where I was searched and my bookbag and cell phone were taken because of security reasons but I grabbed my wallet and ran into the courtroom. I went in to find that the judge hadn’t begun.. alhamdulilah!!*

I sat down as the judge explained to me and a few dozen people what we were to do when our names were called. I waited patiently then when I heard my name, I got up, prayed to God as I walked up to the podium and kept telling myself, “stay confident, stay confident”. I was ready to say that I plead not guilty, but the judge didn’t ask me! He just said “let’s see, no operators license, did you get that fixed ma’am”, “yes” I replied (I totally forgot to say “your honor” although I practiced saying it a million times). “Can you show that to the officer” he asked. I handed my license that was renewed to the officer and he said “that’s fine your honor”, “ok, then, case dismissed” replied the judge. WOW!! What a sigh of relief! The whole process in front of the judge took less than a minute but I was so happy to be done. I left the courtroom, went back to get my belongings and walk all the way back to my car and head off to class.

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Finally, on the way back to my car I stopped at Subway to get a drink because I was so thirsty. The lady behind the cashier then asked me in her cute Asian accent as I was paying for my drink: “in the morning, were you running, running, running, on the sidewalk this way *pointing to the direction I had been running in the morning*?” I couldn’t help but laugh very hard and confirm that indeed it was me…

*Alhamdulilah means all praise is due to God