A day of sorrow is longer than a month of joy
It has been 30 months since the birth of my blog. I thought about it the other day and wondered how in the world did this last? I seldom ever have a hobby that grabs my attention for so long. They were more of impulses and sudden interests that lasted a few days or weeks, and that’s it. I always needed a change and I just moved on. However, why blogging? Why this blog?
Why did I keep this blog alive although it caused so many personal problems? Why did I keep it when I knew that I had some people hating me for having it and wondering when will I stop? I think the reason I kept it going is simply because the more someone told me to stop, then the more I wanted to continue with it. Some people couldn’t believe what I wrote about them. (I mean really, I got a personal blog, of course I am going to write about the people around me.) Some can’t even understand why I think the way I do. Some can’t even imagine me ever being like this in real life.
So why this long? Really? 30 months is a lot. I know a lot of famous bloggers have been doing this for years, and their blogs have been the only voice they can speak freely about their life, and … well … I think this blog was my retaliation to everything that I couldn’t say out loud. I couldn’t tell others what I really thought. It was my scapegoat from reality.
A lot of people ask me about the validity about what I have written too. Is it the truth? A million times I have to repeat this, I honestly don’t want to spend my time writing a fictional post and making it all colourful like other bloggers I know, because I have better things to do! Blog is a journal. This is my journal.
Do I ever regret making this blog? Yes. I am just sick of the daily emails from guys looking for porn and want my phone number.
Do I ever regret telling people I know about it? Yes. I am sick of people I know speaking to me about something that I KNOW I never told them about, and they just bring it into a conversation thinking I wouldn’t notice or that I mentioned it before to them and they want a way to “comment.”
Do I ever regret keeping this site for so long? Yes. The longer I kept it alive, the more history there was to read.
Will I ever stop? Someday.
I am just not happy with what I have done. This blog is/was the most impulsive decision that I have ever done, and it continued on for two reasons.
- I had to tell people off and I couldn’t do it anymore to their face or by email. I thought of it as their well deserved free publicity.
- There are so many things that bother me in the world, especially about being an Arab, and I wanted to know that I am not the only one with these thoughts.
I didn’t blog yesterday because I wanted to stop. I really did. I wanted to see how it was if I didn’t blog. Would it have made a difference to my daily life? Did I miss it? Will I ever miss it?
Time will only tell …
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Until then, the rebellion has to continue… for the sake of … ? me I guess …






I decided to get my visitors involved again. I get people asking me for interviews of me to place on their blog. I also get many emails asking me almost repetitive types of questions. So I am going to open it up. Ask me ANYTHING you like and I will answer to my best of my abilities. Maybe to elaborate on a post or a situation that I have been vague about. I will answer as much as I can. 
