2010 in review (insider from WP)

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 5,900 times in 2010. That’s about 14 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 146 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 162 posts. There were 41 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 3mb. That’s about 3 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was September 9th with 111 views. The most popular post that day was May the Quran burning be the light….

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were qwaider.com, omraneya.net, twitter.com, Google Reader, and facebook.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for being a hero has its price, breathnotes, lazy butt syndrome, breathnotes.wordpress.com, and who invented ok.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

May the Quran burning be the light… September 2010
8 comments

2

Being a Hero… October 2010
4 comments

3

About * February 2007

4

My good old blogging days… December 2010
22 comments and 1 Like on WordPress.com,

5

Second marriages… March 2010
4 comments

(With this post i Finally say Goodbye to 2010 and its phase and i welcome a new year..with all what it could promise…Thank you blogging friends and readers for making this blog interesting, Rasha)

Kids are raising us, actually!

So, everyone’s basic story…they wanna fall in love, get engaged, their families would fight over silly stuff, they go pick the furniture, try to skip the curtain’s expenses, pay them and more after all, get the TV set, find a perfect gown, pick the matching bow tie, seek a nice 3rd degree singer, the camera man flashes his lights till dawn, they go to their room….and BANG!

Life begins…

And…in a few months a life begins kicking…

Well, everyone would hold a secret wish for the favorite gender…mommy would want a pink little doll to dress up and do her hair…daddy would want a little footballer to shout at matches with…grannies would pray for twins…to get it over with and have both genders and double joy…lots of baby shopping…lots of baby kicks…lots of screams and lots of money to pay and diapers to change and burbing to bat out of their tiny tummies…many damage because of their small curious hands…many nibbling on anything but their meals…copy books to buy, animal stuffed pencils to sharpen, dumb teachers to argue with as they just don’t get the kid!!

And we worry, we get scared…we wish them the best and fear from the passing breeze to harm them…we try our best to help them be good…be better…be best…anything but us…and everything that we are not…and all the things we couldn’t have.

WE set the rules and we pay days, brain cells and many nights so we can raise them…

Yet, Fact is…they raise us…

We behave better around them…we do our best for them…we stick to a healthy daily routine for them…we go out to make them happy…we work just to provide for them…we sleep when they are peacefully sleeping and wake whenever there’s anything bothering them…

Wo do our best to make a great home…we treasure the marriage…we get to know fellow parents…we invite more kids…we watch our language and our safety envronment…we think of their feelings…we listen to them with love…we celebrate them with pride…they are the goal and the award and the test.

They make us laugh and they caress our hands and they kiss our cheeks truthfully and devotedly when nothing else is guaranteed.

They speak their minds to give us a  wow moment and think: OH wow…we made this!

They forgive…completely.

They love…purely.

They are the warmth and the compassion…they feel us without one word…

Kids raise us…actually! 

(Inspired by Dino’s)

Burried rage under a thousand sun

The anger is like a thread

A three-week old fetus

A tip of a broken bed

A pre mature tear…that won’t fall but instead,

It’d  freeze upon my command

It’d not fall on my hand

Nor my scarf

nor wet my hair

As i lay rolling on cold sheets

Trying hard to understand

The whys..the whats…the cheats

How you are made of lead

when was the truths lost

and where will the lies go

and what are the scars you must

leave bleeding on my soul

And who has cut your hands

and put those knives instead

and how do devils understand

your language and what goes in your head

The questions steal my nights

The answers steal my days

The waiting for your eyes

to meet all my rage

The rage i locked up deep

inside dead souls and hearts

inside dead soils and stars

inside the thousand sun

to melt the love away

and melt the tears away

and melt the flesh so that

the scars would go away

to erase all the existence

to demand with my persistence

that lords of light would judge

and lords of fire would judge

that no forgiveness

and nothing put pain

and nothing but shame

and nothing but blame

would know my heart…if i ever feel for you again!!

I feel…do i??

When I have it, it’s like having a jewel…it’s like i am a jewel…it is rightious…it is high…it is secure…it is heavy, like a tree weighing down its root and pushing it deeper to a fertile ground…when i have it i am happy that i am…i am proud that i am…i am above…i am beyond…i am on track…my mind is covered by a clear shelter…

When i lose it i am lighter…i am a rose…i am a star…i shine…i am vibrant…i am attractive or the attraction…i am a laugh…i am color…i am live piece of music, When i lose it i am scared…i am less me…i am stained…i am bare…i am common…i am as fragile as an autumn leaf trying hard to ling on to the tree on a windy night…i am far…my mind is trembling from the cool wind…

I feel, now, drifted from both sides and to both sides, at the same time…

I feel embarassed…I feel less…I feel alive…

But do i know which feeling will i decide to live…completely…or will i keep swinging for a while??

Going gradient:: – Dreams (by Mais*)

As part of the “good old blogging days 2006/2007”  i am happy to host my dear friend Mais* from the good old days when we used to blog together through Jeeran…when we used to wow each other everyday by words that come from the soul.

Thank you Mais*

  

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Going gradient:: – Dreams

 

Define it:

  • Attempts, Messages, illusions ….
  • Where you don’t have to dip the truth in sugar.
  • Be a lot of people at the same time.
  • Keep an identity loud and clear.
  • Moments in different accents.
  • Hide and seek.
  • You never know what else…

            Everything holds up something.

 Bite it:

You Are [A delighted cube. of sugarUnique as a pearl]]

Be careful what you wear to bed at night, you never know who you’ll meet in your dreams.”

Love it:

[What does he fill to her left side …] a Dream…

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”

 

Hate it:

[To people like you, your analog of my own personality lacks your confidence.

In simple words … I am sure I don’t like you!!]I Miss you sometimes ??!

He laughs at my dreams, but I dream about his laughter. ”

 

 

 

iHappy

The only goal that would unify the powers and energies of man kind is definitely Being happy.

I can’t think of any other goal we could all agree on.

I can’t think of any other reason behind actions…anyother reason behind making a passionate effort.

But sometimes people misinterpret some feelings and mix it for happiness…like joy, success, pleasure and winning.

Each one of those feelings is great on its own and is even greater if accompanied by another of the sort…but, this is not happiness…just an aspect of it…but not it.

Happiness is accepting what we have while being problem free and while having peace of mind and while trying to attain one or all of the previous; joy, pleasure, winning, success…etc.

proof: i can win the lottery and not be happy cause i have no one to share it with or no health to enjoy it or maybe phobic and always afraid of losing it.

I can have the love of my life to enjoy, while being envious with a lousy career and a drug problem that messes up my life.

Or ….many many examples.

Happiness is about purity and fulfilment and peace…happiness is a collective feelings about many blesses.

And happiness could never be about something bad…I really believe so…because happiness is as faith…it is a universal rule Allah put…no thief could be happy, no killer and never an evil soul.

The more pure we can be the more likely we are to be happy.

and, We can never be happy about something wrong…it has another definition but it is not happiness.

a lot of money earned by any devilish act may make someone feel good they have it…but it is never happiness.

adultery maybe full of sinful pleasure…but it is never fulfilling…it never brings happiness.

unfair winning may get someone benifits…but never rewarding.

And gloating because someone is in hard times while it seems you are doing great…is never the right situation to feel good…as know what, harm might be an up hill for someone in order to rise, while joy and good things coming in the way of a bad person might be the very pit that awaits his burial.

Happiness is a bliss…Happiness is to be worked for…Happiness is for the pure, the good and the worthy.

And life can be cruel, people can be brutal and hurtful and time can be tough…but Allah is ALWAYS fair…always fair!

Good Old Blogging Days *Event*

And I have an announcement to make:

But let me give you some flashback, It all started when I tweeted about the good old blogging days back in 2006/2007, Abed tweeted the same and shouted out for the gold bloggers of that era…a couple of days later i invited my fellow friends/bloggers who were on my old Macbook account to post again together, on the same day.

Some of them don’t have blogs any more and i was really not optimistic that i’d find them excited…but, to me surprise, almost each one of them replied and they were excited and i know it will be a very special day…

Who never knew blogging back then surely didn’t know blogging…i can assure you 🙂

So…we’re bringing a hint of it back…

It is an open invitation to old fellow bloggers from that Era…

Tuesday 21st, we will host previous bloggers, we will post on blogs and on the event page on face book, check it out:

Good Old Blogging Days 2006/2007

Till now we have: Mais, Hala T., Hamede, Fadi K., Lama, Ola, Abed, Sharifo…and hopefully many more would join us soon.

Check out the event, like it and you can post to the wall, join discussions, post articles and more.

Make sure you check the event on Tuesday 21 st December, when blogging turns to gold…again!