LAHZA

A project by ZAKIRA: Palestinian children in refugee camps in Lebanon were given cameras to document their lives. The result: LAHZA, a photographic compilation of their work. LAHZA is available online on Amazon, at many bookstores across Lebanon and at Librairie Ishtar, Librairie de L’Institut du Monde Arabe and Librairie Resistances in Paris.

Here’s a glimpse:

Photo taken by Hoda Al-Ali, 13.

Photo taken by Norma Dirani (Lebanese), 20

Photo by Mahmoud Abdel Razek, 20

Oh Wow …

the South of Greece! You have to go through this amazing and mesmerizing set of photos taken by La Tartine Gourmande in the South of Greece. Absolutely breathtaking! I really really feel like shutting this computer down, handing in my goodbye letter to work and friends and taking the next plane to Greece. Wow. I love the colors, the people, the food, the sea, everything is simply simple and beautiful.

Here’s a glimpse:

In the Eye of the Sun

by Ahdaf Soueif is what I am enjoying reading these days.

Pulisher comments: Set amidst the turmoil of contemporary Middle Eastern politics, this vivid and highly-acclaimed novel by an Egyptian journalist is an intimate look into the lives of Arab women today. Here, a woman who grows up among the Egyptian elite, marries a Westernized husband, and, while pursuing graduate study, becomes embroiled in a love affair with an uncouth Englishman.

Animal by Miike Snow

It’s been two days that I’m hooked up on this song! I just love the melody! I would love to sing along very loud to this song with my bestest friend whom I am terribly missing!

There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness darkness.
Then I stopped dreaming, now I’m supposed to fill it up with something, something, something.

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody I knew before, long long, long ago.
But I’m still trying to make my mind up, am I free or am I tied up?

I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I’m still, I’m still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I’m still an animal.

There is a hole and I tried to fill it up with money, money, money.
But it gets bigger to your hopes, it’s always running, running, running.

In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody who could be so, tell me if i’m wrong.
Now i’m pulling your disguise up. Are you free or are you tied up?

I change shapes just to hide in this place, but I’m still, I’m still an animal.
Nobody knows it but me when I slip, yeah I slip, I’m still an animal.

Thank You

to whoever thought of roasting coffee beans then grinding them and then making them into coffee! I am not a coffee addict, I am a coffee lover and appreciate-r! R. and I have the best conversation and the funniest moments over coffee. And what could be a better companion to coffee than its cousin the chocolate!?