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My missing points
23-04-2019 12:44 am
again after months, got something to write. I always knew that I have some missing un-understandable points somewhere inside me. I have always wondered a lot about and tried so hard to discover. Today I think I finally start knowing or actually discovering my missing points. we always say in Arabic فاقد حنان, and that is exactly what I have always been missing ( tenderness ). How funny and painful, that whenever I feel bad the only people come in my mind are mom and dad and then the rest of the family (siblings and people in back home). I am just wishing to remember one good memory filled with love or some tenderness with my parents, sadly all the memories I have are very angerful and totally have nothing to do with love. If I try hard, I just think about how hard they fought with poorness. Like when my dad had to carry a very big and long heavy ladder plus other construction materials and walk with all the way to some reach people’s house to work overtime and earn some extra money. Or when my mom had to carry heavy jerrycan of water all the way from the Hospital across the street to her place under the tree where she used to work. She used the water for her work Shay in the street. ( One unbelievable thing is that this situation about my mom I never saw it happening, but one day Nima my mom’s best friend and my second mom, she told me “ohh Miskina umik lazim teshil moya min al mustesshfa le shuqula, jerekana kebira tegta beha al zelet). I was about 12 years old, I just imagined the situation as if I was there with my mom while she is crossing the busy road with the jerrycan, and I still feel like I was there and have seen her.
My bad memories are like all the bad and tough words I heard from my mom and all the bitten I had from my mom and dad, and all the hopes they gave me and broke it later. Or all the times I needed a hug from them and never had, all the love I spend my life with them looking for and never found, or all the trust I needed from them and never got it or all the emotional attention I wanted to have from them but never felt. I am very angry with my parents, I feel like I will never be able to forgive them. Even though they do a lot for us, but I feel like they are doing it just because they have to not because they want to. It like when you get a child and you have no way to send him back, so no matter how you are forced for the rest of your life to grow him up.
Tender, love, trust, and care are the missing points in my life, that I want to make sure to provide them all to my F.K.
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Yet another blast from the past
In 1999, Yahoo bought GeoCities, then the world's third most popular Web site, for an estimated $2.87 billion. Ten years later, Yahoo quietly prepared to dismantle the site. When Internet archivist-cum-activist and self-described loudmouth Jason Scott found hints of the impending “push-button mass destruction” buried in a Yahoo FAQ page, he was outraged—and knew he had to save it. “The classic response is, ‘Who cares; it's GeoCities,’” he says. “But it's not. It's hundreds of thousands of people's lives portrayed online.”
Saving the City (Science magazine)