Why Did the Hen Cross the Street?

To cross the street

She wanted to figure out why did the hen cross the street

She saw people cross streets on TV

It was one of her childhood dreams

She was trying on her new high heels

"The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog"

There’s no reason, according to Quantum Mechanics

She was crossing the street back

She was running from someone hungry

She thought she could tease the cock that way

She was running after her baby chick

She wanted to find out what is it like to cross the street

She read the post “Why Did the Hen Cross the Street?” on my Royal-Blue Labs blog

For the fun of it

The street won't cross her

She wanted to make us wonder why

She was going on shopping

The cock on the other side won’t make the first move

She thought she understood Thermodynamics

Someone on the other side needed her help

She was teaching her chicks how to cross the street safely

She saw me with Alice on the other side

She had no choice but to do so

She wanted to take a closer look on something on the other side

She wanted to take a farther look on something on the side she was on

Some humans said to her that they would stop lying if she crosses the street

She thought she might find new friends on the other side

She caught flu

She likes to be unpredictable

I don't know

Sweet Somali Banana

Ever since I was little innocent Omar at my early school years, poor Somali refugees symbolized misery to me; I remember seeing them in person in the streets of Jeddah and Mecca, Saudi Arabia.

I later saw many poor people in Syria bravely endure their disabilities, but the disabilities that many Somalis suffered from were, in most cases, far much severe and challenging.

Back then, in Jeddah, Somali banana was without a doubt little Omar’s favorite fruit. It was beautifully yellow, easy to peel off, soft and simply tasted good; only one should never toss its peel on the ground!

At home, I remember that I once didn’t want to complete eating the food in my dish, so my parents, as yours perhaps did, reminded me that people in Somalia are starving and we should never throw away food.

From time to time, I felt guilty to eat while people are starving in hot dry Somalia. I knew their suffering couldn’t be put to an end by money only, as there were boxes to gather monitory donations for them in every commercial center in Jeddah. After all, there must be a reason why their misery carries on.

At school, I had a lucky Somali classmate; he was a hardcore soccer player and one of the best players of our school team, he was well built, strong and peaceful. One time, I was standing in our schoolyard during PE class; I was supposed to be playing and running, but I was daydreaming when he unintentionally kicked a heavy, almost standard, soccer ball straight to the area between my chest and stomach; Man! It was a missile, so tough and painful that I hardly could breathe. We were at our third or fourth grade when that accident occurred. He was tough, even his accent and pronunciation of letters was tough. Anyway he was far much luckier than most of his Somali citizens to be able to attend a private school.

Nowadays, I feel that Somalia is associated in my mind with an odd mix of something sweet and yellow, classmates, a sweet friend of mine, misery and severe disability. I wonder if poor Somali people were able somehow to enjoy the taste of their banana.

Sadly, the misery of Somali people continues while I’m writing this post; it seems to be developing, as if they haven’t suffer enough already.

Some international organizations are trying to provide humanitarian aid; I wouldn’t praise any of them, make no mistake about it, but still I would like to say “God bless you” to everyone who is faithful to humanity and acting upon good intentions to help the others.

I pray for every good person, and I still praise the Lord for the sweet Somali banana. It is a [great] blessing.

Unwritten Blog Post

Did you like my unwritten silent blog post? I mean that one which has no title, no concrete body and no words or letters at all.

Thank you, for coming by and for leaving your unwritten and so peacefully silent comments on my unwritten post. I hope you've read my unwritten reply.

The unwritten, unsaid is just... don't you agree?

Redundant Adjectives

An adjective is redundant when the noun after it conveys the meaning of the adjective. For example, I once saw an ambulance car labeled “Fast Ambulance” in red; how redundant the adjective “fast” is here? What is the use of an ambulance if it is not fast? Somebody please tell me.

Here are other examples where I, usually, find the adjective redundant:
Fragile glass
Loving mother
Horrible crime
Loyal friend
Small point
Hot summer (not globally redundant)
Lethal weapon
Sweet candy
Cute young woman (All the ladies that I know personally are cute and young, right?)

Even though an adjective maybe redundant, its presence emphasizes and decorates the meaning of a noun, I guess that is why one gets tempted to overuse adjectives.

Is the adjective “false” in “false perception” always somehow redundant? I hope it is not.
Do you think of other examples? Please let me know.

Five Random Things About Myself

First, I want to thank GrayFox for being the first to tag me on his blog, and I want to thank Hasan for explaining to me this tradition and for tagging me too.

I've been tagged to write five things about myself, so my dear reader get ready for some royal blue narcissism. Here are five random things.

I like to take people and things as they are. For me 1 meter is 1 meter, and it is wrong to define a meter in inches or yards. I like to solve technical problems, as they are with the minimum steps and resources possible, not only for maximum efficiency but also because it is much challenging and fun this way. I usually prefer to open a plastic bag than to tear it apart. I believe that lying is failure to find nice and neat solutions.

I am very grateful to the Creator that I am a living creature and I believe it is a great honor to be a human being. I praise the Creator for creating man and woman. I do too many faux pas all the time, but I never intend them and sometimes I feel embarrassed and sorry when I realize them, but I usually laugh and feel happy that I am a human.

Being highly independent, autonomous and open is very essential to me. I work for regular commercial companies and only for civil projects. I avoid any job that has the least of conflict with my principles. I do not put pictures of any person even if he or she is great and respectful. I will not join any organized society or party or stick to any intellectual, scientific or technical school.

I feel kind of sad when any girl cuts her hair short, or when she dyes it completely. I feel worried that women put cosmetics made in some third world countries or by unknown companies, as those products, including hair dyes and powders, may contain unhealthy and dangerous constituents and could negatively affect the health of women or their babies.

I am very sensitive to the beauty of text, weather it is typography or calligraphy. I keep staring at text and I enjoy tasting typographical details like serif and sans serif decorations and spacing of words and letters.

Now let me think of an idea for a new tag, heh heh heh!

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Things That Make Me Smile

Another person's smile.
Creative useful inventions.
A pregnant cat.
White Jasmine.
A hot cup or glass of green tea.
Ladies at fast food restaurants.
A baby crying calmly.
Modern Japanese cars.
East Asian tourists.
Remembering a friend or a beloved one.
Hearing someone praising God.
Feeling I'm surrounded and swimming in the Earth's atmosphere.
Spring clouds.
A young woman putting 1 pound (0.4535924 Kilogram) of makeup on her innocent face.

:)

My Friends

If you are my friend, you are nice and smart
If you are smart, but not nice, then you are not my friend
If you are nice, but not smart, then you could be worse than an enemy is to me

My friends pray for me, even though they never say they do
My friends they...
Smile when they hear or see me
Inspire me
Never fear me
Honor my anger
Take me as I am. They give me their advice
Never envy me. They never think I envy them
Love and trust me
Value my knowledge and skill
Are beside me when I need to be in touch with them
Believe I understand them, even when I reside silent
They know I try to understand them, even when I painfully request them to say nothing

My friends never chase revenge
My friends are...
Honest. They are never rude
Never dominant
Not aggressive
Aware of people's rights
Pure
Kind, yet they are never naive

They never fear to lose their jobs for their ethics
They...
Never deceive themselves. They deceive no one
Never take advantage of simple people
Do apologies
Value virtue and celibacy outside marriage

My friends believe that life has a great meaning
They are...
Merciful
Callers for peace
Neither superstitious, nor superficial

They...
Never adore money. They never seek luxury
Adore no person or object. They only adore the True Lord

My friends are not perfect

Much love to you, my friends