Change

Change: a transformation or modification; alteration. 

 Change has always been a terrifying feeling to those who avoid it & to the ones who have dealt with it, even though some might change to the best but others might change to the worst.

 I believe that people are internally and externally motivated to change. Those who deal with a lot of pressure, like celebrities for example are victims of internal change. While on the other hand, a person who surrounds himself with people, good or bad will slowly and in most cases unintentionally   will eventually change to another duplicate of those around him. And he is considered as a victim of external change. Likewise, culture has a main role of motivating change within oneself.

 For example, students who study abroad and live in dorms might be affected by their roommates or classmates if they deal with drugs. Frequently, people who lose loved ones change to the worst. While others take it as a lesson, move on and change positively.

 In the end, I would like to state that people can be motivated to change by meeting a new person, reading an inspiring novel, or befriending bad or good people. I believe that we can change to the best, if we push ourselves off the limits. We can achieve the impossible, but we should have the potential too. 

Oreo Truffles recipe

Currently this is my food addiction; Oreo truffles! So, I thought why not share it with you guys? Here's the recipe, 

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Ingredients:-
•4 big bags of original Oreos -(approximately 20+ pcs. each)
•1 Philadelphia spreadable cream cheese box
•8 Galaxy bars

Oreo truffles mix:-
1) After opening the Oreos, take off the white cream inside them. You just need the black biscuit.
2) Bring the blender & put all the black biscuit Oreos in. Turn it on & wait for them to be broken into small pieces. 
3) Add the cream cheese in, leave only a small portion in the box. Over half of the cream cheese should be in the blender. Mix them together until the become like a dough.
4) Take out the dough from the blender, & make it into a circular shape. Put it into the fridge for 1hr or freezer for 30mins.
5) After taking it out, make small circular shapes from the big dough until the dough is done. 
6) Put the truffles in the fridge for 1hr30 mins or in the freezer for 1hr.


Galaxy topping:-
1) Use a pot & fill it with water. Bring out a glass measuring cup & put the 8 Galaxy bars in the measuring cup. 
2) While the water is boiling in the pot, put the glass measuring cup in it, so that the Galaxy bars melt.
3) After the Galaxy mix turns into liquid, dip in the truffles by 2 spoons, one by one. Until they're all covered with the Galaxy.
4) You can apply sprinkles, M'n'M's, or chocolate chip for decoration.


And you're DONE! 


P.S: You can use the white Lindt chocolate instead of the Galaxy. Or you can do both. Just follow the same steps with the Galaxy topping, just replace it with the Lindt chocolate. 


Stay tuned, xx.

Recovery

I've left the blogging world having in mind that I'll never come back again. But look at me now, I've republished my blog after deleting it all thanks to a special friend, K. 
I'll keep on writing random posts, until I come up with a good story plot.


Stay tuned;*

A Tale by the Waves

Back in the 1960’s, before the Emirates was even born, 

there grew up a boy by the shores of 

Abu Dhabi, promising to be the greatest pearl diver ever. 

This is a short story I wrote for my English H.W, I hope you like it. ☺

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 “Daddy, when are we going to reach Grandpa’s beach house?” asked Obaid

“Count to twenty and when you’re done, we’ll be there.”

“Really papa?” asked Mubarak with enthusiasm, “One, two, three… and twenty”

The kids were screaming with joy as they got out of the car, they loved to visit my father and hear about the old Abu Dhabi. I got out, locked the car and walked to my parents. I kissed their foreheads,

“Hamdan, I’ve missed you so much! How are you? And how’s Dhabya doing?” asked mother

“I’m fine, and she’s doing great. She went to a family gathering, she’d love to be here but she couldn’t.”

“Obaid, how are you with school?” asked Father

“It’s good Grandpa, I have a lot of friends and I learnt the Arabic alphabets too!” replied Obaid with enthusiasm

“Recite them for us, son” said Father. And Obaid did, while his siblings were singing along and pretending to know the alphabets. I looked at my father’s face, every wrinkle represents a story he’s been through. Stories that time carved on his face, and they wouldn’t be forgotten easily. I looked at my children, with their eyes gleaming to their Grandfather’s riddles and short stories. My mother was busy with sewing a jacket for Mubarak for winter; he was her favorite because he resembled my father a lot. His eyes, face structures, sitting position, even the way he talks, you name it. He was a smaller version of my father. 

We moved our place by the fire, because the kids loved to hear their Grandfather’s stories accompanied with the voice of the waves. It was near the shore, but not too near. The kids came running towards the fire, each with one holding a blanket. They put them on the floor and sat on them. Osha brought her blanket over and sat on my lap. My father cleared his throat, and started his story:

“Once upon a time, there was a family of three, a father, a mother and their only son, Mubarak. The father worked as a pearl diver, and in his free time he caught fish for his family. Mubarak loved to follow his father everywhere, and when he was four, his father taught him some verses from the Qur’an, fishing techniques and how to pray. Mubarak was very obedient; he loved to please his parents in every way. When Mubarak completed his seventh year, his father showed him the place where he usually fishes. It was far from the shore, a place where most thought of it as fish free, where as it had plenty of fish. The father was known as the best pearl diver; he was always wanted and couldn’t always be there for Mubarak. But Mubarak appreciated his father’s devotion to his work, and how he’s always there when he’s needed. One day, Mubarak caught fever from the neighbor’s kid, and he couldn’t go fishing with his father. His mother took care of him. A storm was on its way to the village, but no one knew about it. The father took his small boat to the shore and was on his way to his usual fishing spot. When he reached there, he saw the black cloud glide across the sky, and he knew it was too late to come back. Nevertheless, he fought the waves, because he didn’t want to leave an orphan and widow after him. But Mother Nature always wins over humans, and so, the father was never seen again. Some believe he drowned, and some thought the waves took him to another place. But Mubarak chose to believe that his father has drowned, because he didn’t want to be waiting for his father’s return and be disappointed over and over again. Here, Mubarak didn't know what to do, he wanted to help his mother, but was too young to have a job. So he searched for one of his father’s friend, a fisherman. The fisherman’s name was Nassir, and he gave the kid a job. Nassir wasn’t disappointed; the kid always caught the best fish and Nassir’s shop was flourishing, everybody wanted the fish. As soon as the Mubarak hit his teens, he trained on pearl diving. When he turned sixteen, he quit his job with Nassir and went on his first trip to pearl diving. When they arrived at the place, he was the first one to jump into the sea; he was gone for three minutes and when he came back, he had 3 black pearls. Soon enough, he was known as the best pearl diver Abu Dhabi ever had. But Abu Dhabi was flourishing, and soon pearls lost their value. But the boy led a great life, and learnt valuable lessons from those he met.”

I'd love to hear your opinions on this piece of writing! \☺/

Dear Grannie:;

This was in my mind for months, and I had to to unleash it. Or else, my feelings would be crumpled. Making me a zombie, who doesn't cry as she used to, but laughs twice as much. I mean, laughing is good for your health. But to me, crying is essential. A necessity in my life. Without it, it would be hard for me to express my feelings. That's why I write, it helps clear my head from things. By writing this post, I don't intend to make you cry. As I said, I want to express my locked feelings, and now, as I have the chance, I won't lose it.

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  Today, is the first day of Holly Ramadan. But, this year we have to celebrate by ourselves. As you passed away earlier this year. For the last 15 years of my life, I always celebrated Ramadan with you, and the rest of the family. However, things changed this year. Many, many things.

  Grannie, nowadays, home doesn't feel like home. There is a void in it, a missing jigsaw puzzle, which is you! Home, got gloomier the moment you stepped out of it heading for treatment. 

  I remember, last winter, you got very, very sick and we all thought that it's a flu that would be cured in a week. But, things got out of control when you had to go to Germany to be cured. Ever since the moment you stepped on that plane, things changed around the house. Depression was hovering in the air, like a guillotine preparing to strike at our necks at the right moment. 

  I remember, when this February, we went to Germany as a vacation. We visited you twice. I remember how excited I got when the hospital came in sight. I remember how I threw myself at my uncle. I remember, going to your room with my brother. When I saw all the wires that were hanging around you, I knew that you were in huge pain. I knew that you needed to be freed.I remember how you pointed towards my brother, you had a proud look on your face. I won't lie, I did shed I few tears back then. I tried to hide them from you, but I am not sure if I succeeded. At that moment, I had my final look at you. 

  I remember, when I used to come back from school, my bag would always be on one of my shoulder. And you'll tell me to give to the maid, as it would make my posture bad and would also affect my health.

 I remember, once we were in our farm at the desert. I woke up early in the morning, and saw you preparing coffee. The view behind you was breath taking, the sun wasn't up yet. But the rays engulfed the desert with their glow.   The sky's were blue, some dark, some light. I can't describe it well, as that was several years ago. 

 I remember the day when I heard the news of your death. I was asleep, and my mom woke me up. "M, your grandma died today" she said, while sobbing. I hugged her, and whispered "She is in a better place". A smile formed on my face, because I knew that you will no longer suffer to stay alive. I knew, that you are happy. I could tell from all your actions that you ended up in heaven. Surrounded by your loved ones. 

 I remember how highly you spoke of your father. You would tell us stories about him, diving for pearls. It was like 60 years ago or maybe 50. But we always loved to hear them. You told us that back then, 300 Dirhams were like millions. We were kids, and we were amazed at how the prices were low back then. 

 Grannie, you were weak, yet strong. You stood up high, facing every challenge thrown on you. When I look up at you, I see wisdom. I see strength. I see patience. I see love. Last but not least, I see forgiveness. You are my #1 female role model. I want to be just like you when I grow up. 

 I love you Grannie. Always had always will. May your soul rest in peace♥. 

  

 

Is it too late?

Tell me my readers, is it too late to apologize? Or will you forgive me? 
Yes, I am sorry, and do I feel terrible. But things have been out of my hands lately. And now I am back in business ;). No, unfortunately, it's not a story post, It's just a random one in I am hoping that you'll forgive me.


Plus, I want to share some moments with you. I find them extremely funny, and if you, my readers don't, people have their own different opinions. And I respect whatever you say.


Enjoy this post ;*. 
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Funny Moments:;


1) When we were in Al 6aif, KSA at Ramada Hotel. Me and my sister where sharing the apartment with my brother and grandpa. We had the one bed bedroom all to ourselves. So one the first night, we kinda stayed up late, for no valid reason. Just chatting about random stuff, then we decided to go to bed and head to sleep. So I switched the lights, and hid under the covers waiting for the sand man to sprinkle his magic on my eyes. My sister was already there, and everything was silent, but then I blew the bubble and told her, 
"Fa6amii, momkin etsha'3leen el abajorah? Nsait a76 el a'3ra'6 fe el shan6a."
"La," she said in a low whisper, "A5af youm asha'3lha achoof el baby eli shalah el 3gab w klaah!". On our way to Al 6aif, she heared a story about a baby who was kidnapped by a vulture from his parents clutch. So, she imagined him sitting on the small table by the bed. 
"Hahahahahaha! Yeah and he'll smile to you, with those eyes of his that were eaten by those voltures. You'll keep staring at that black hole, in which his eye were supposed to be." I said, doing my best to scare her. As that is a hobby of mine. 
"Oh! And he would cross his legs and put his hands on them, and say, "Welcome Home ;)!" " she said as she moved next to me. I was laughing, laughing so hard, and with every passing second, my sister slid down, under those covers, trying to keep the longest distance between her and that Imaginary baby. She kept on sliding down, until she reached my feet, and with that I howled with laughter, as she is a total chicken, and is scared from the the things that come out from her imagination. After several minutes, I decided to put on the lights and end whatever was going on between us. 
We really enjoy each other's company, and even though we fight, but I know deep down, she cares for me as much as much as I care for her <3. F6aimz, I love you! :D


2) We were in the car, on our way to Makkah or Riyadh I don't remember which is which. 3abooudi, my uncle's son was asking his mom, why we humans didn't like shay6an. She answered his question, and told him that whenever you say, "A3otho billah mn el shay6an el rajeem," he goes away. To our surprise, he started crying and said, 
"Laaish, laish et5aleen el shay6an eroo7?! Hatha 9adee8ii! Ana a7ibah!" and we all started laughing at him. He's only 4, so that was kind off normal for kids  his age, but he is an awesome travel companion! You'll never get bored of him, unless if he took a nap ;p.   


3) In Al 6aif, we got in the cable car (Telefreak), and started to go down to the water park. When we reached their, we were walking observing the surroundings peacefully, until one of us saw the Toboggans and we all decided to take ride. On the first round, I was extremely happy, as everything turned out to be smoothly. I was speeding up to the limits and no cop. was there to tell give me a speeding ticket. But on the second round, I was sandwiched between my cousins, which lead us to have some severe crashes. After we finished, we went to the restaurant near the Toboggans. And then we sat on the roof, as there were some tables up their. So, Yazzy was sitting on a chair & was talking about something. One of the kids pulled her chair, without her knowledge, and when she sat, she sat on air and crashed to the wall. She fell on her bum, and hit her head hard on the wall. So we laughed at her, and then she joined us. Actually, that was an eventful day <3. 


The END ;P 

Marie Currie

Fantasy.. Not true ;P
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We were attending our chemistry class. Mr. Stewart was late, which was something unusual!  He used to come to class, very early. The class was very noisy, and I was seated next to Alice, my chemistry partner. 

"Hey, Alice, do you know anything about or next assignment?" I asked

"Umm, well I heard Mr. Stewart mention something about Marie Currie. But I'm not that sure." She answered with a creased forehead

"Oh! That's good. I read her biography yesterday." I replied proudly

"Really? Well, what do know about her, Jake?" she asked with a hint of admiration shinning in her eyes

"Marie was born in Warsaw. She moved to Paris on the 1891 to study there." I replied smartly

"When she was studying at Sorbonne, she met Pierre Currie. They both had interest in magnetism, which drew them together" she replied coolly with a smirk on her face

"She married four years later, 1895. She & Pierre hardly left their laboratory" I said, trying to copy the same tone she used earlier.  

The teacher came to class in a hurry,  before starting the lesson I leaned & whispered to Alice

"Do you think we have a chance that we might end up like them?" I said as I winked to her.

Her face turned into a deep shade of red, and she turned her gaze towards the window. The weather was gloomy, clouds covered the sky, enclosing the sun. It seemed that it was about to rain anytime soon. The lesson started, Alice didn't talk to me unless it was about the lesson or if she needed any help in using the tools to mix substance X with Y. I guess that she was still embarrassed. The class ended and it was time for lunch.

"Alice, is it okay if I sit with you today during lunch?" I asked, as I was hoping for a YES!

 She seemed confused, then answered

"Okay."

After picking our food and choosing our table, we sat down. Alice was busy chewing her galaxy bar and drinking a bottle of fresh milk.

"So, any new information about our heroine Marie?" asked Alice sarcastically

"She received a Nobel prize in Physician in 1903" I said half laughing, half trying to sound serious.

"She also received the Davy Medal in 1903 and Matteccia Medal in 1904." She replied smartly

"She suffered terribly after Pierre's death in 1906, but she continued their work and won a Nobel Prize in chemistry in 1911."

Alice smiled and I smiled back at her, she was about to say something when the bell rang.

"See you later, Jake." Said Alice, and with that she came to me and kissed me on my right cheek, which made feel very hot and light headed.

"Umm, S..See You later!" I replied nervously

Each one of us went to different classes, she had trigonometry while I had Latin language.