Morocco’s Barrier Ball

The 2022 Qatar FIFA World Cup is coming to its zenith. With the final just around the corner, pitting the world’s best footballers and football teams for the grandest prize in football. The World Cup. While the tournament held every 4 years, is where the football heads and curious minds gather, it is the host which has caught the most attention. A tournament of many firsts that is overshadowed by controversies at least in the western media narrative. A first for an Arab and Islamic nation to host, a first Arab-African nation to reach the semis, a first family-friendly World Cup with high emphasis on moral values and also a first World Cup that England fans make it through with no arrest. Hooligans were a thing of the past. This is largely contributed by Qatar’s firmness to hold onto its roots, culture and belief.

Morroco football team in pictures demonstrating the Islamic values.

As the world and most neutral fans rallied behind the Moroccan team’s gallant progression into the latter stages, fate would have it that they were stopped by the French team at the final hurdle. Fate also had it that Morocco had gone through the same route as were in past history. A route via Spain and Portugal to face off with France.

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More than Words

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The sound of waves crashing, and thunders roaring in the distance startled me. As the cruise ship splits through the edges of the sea, it swayed violently to the rhythm of the waves. The restless sea, under the dark stormy clouds reflects the sad heart. A heart filled with uncertainties of the future and plagued with memories of the past. As I lay in the dark bunk listening to the songs on the iPod, the mind wandered somewhere else. Somewhere far away, swarming into the chartered past, reliving each memories shared. As the words in the songs played as a distant background, the images from the past were shown through vivid movies. Memories flashed before me. Years of memories zoomed within seconds. Continue reading “More than Words”

Look Into My Eyes

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From the watering eyes of Palestinians…

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see?

You don’t see a thing, coz u can’t relate to me!

You’re blinded by our differences, my life makes no sense to you…

You worry about your education and the bills you have to pay,

I worry about my vulnerable life,

If I survive another day…?

In many parts of the world, the New Year is anticipated with much joy and hopefulness. It usually symbolizes on a new beginning. A new beginning for a better year to come. More often than not, we pray and hope deep inside for a better life. Old and young would gather in their masses to celebrate and would party up until the dawn of day. A new leaf is turned, with each secretly hoping that this would be a good year for them. Continue reading “Look Into My Eyes”

Champions League 2008 in Japan!

In the silence of the night, it swirled and twirled. Gently emerging from the darkness of the sky, falling gracefully until it landed safely on the ground. Sometimes, its destinations rerouted with the flow of the wind. And finally it lay motionless on the dried leaves. An array of colored scenery dominated by the brown leaves and green hills quickly repainted into snow white. Everywhere it was coated by the same white color. If you’re lucky enough, you could see in the distance it sparkled reflecting from the light of the full moon. It was truly a moment for the cameras. Time seems to stand still as if preserving those precious moments for me.

View from my room
View from my room

Then as quickly as it had mesmerized me, suddenly it turned into a feeling of anxiety. My mind wandered far into the endless dark night. My stare pierced through the coldness of the night, penetrating deep beneath the layers of snow that was newly formed. Continue reading “Champions League 2008 in Japan!”