Archive | October, 2012

Ashrafieh My Love

20 Oct

When I was in New York, a couple of people hadn’t heard about Lebanon, didn’t know what/where Beirut was.

Perhaps because “people in the US don’t have maps” [SIC]

But the truth is Lebanon is a country, the country I live in; the home I call mine.

However, somehow, in the back of my mind, I don’t take Lebanon seriously… I think in a way, we all don’t. We think that one day we will ‘flee because the country is not for us’.

But if i hear myself, I just said not for US; WE. PLURAL!

You get the point,

If WE don’t belong here then why don’t WE change that?

I don’t talk politics. I hate politics. Politicians are the mafia of the soul (read Osho’s long but PRECIOUS view http://tinyurl.com/8vr8lh5)

I talk humans and emotions.

What would you feel if on a random Friday, your neighborhood was bombed, and innocent people were killed, and many were wounded?

Why is it any different if this happened in Ashrafieh, Pakistan or America?

I urge you to realize that You, me, WE are to blame. And we are the solution.

So don’t be ludicrous with the blames, fingers and same patterns. Rise above the silliness people- and for Fuck’s sake stop following those politicians- Write down your solutions on paper. We could use some ideas

Correspond with me via gimmemoah@gmail.com

Send Ashrafieh some luvin’ tonight, it is after all Beirut’s darling.

Now’s the time to see the stars.

Picture from Dani’s Pinterest, here

Check out one of the well written, detailed posts about what happened yesterday:

http://stateofmind13.com/2012/10/20/the-lebanese-hurt/

Love and Light

Try a little Compassion

14 Oct

Today, as I was driving to work, and the first fall clouds hit the still warm Beirut weather, a woman was crossing the street, an umbrella hanging from her bag, waiting for someone to let her pass.

At that moment, It really hit me, how vulnerable we are as humans.

A little drop of rain and we are in dire need of protection. Just like we all need to eat (previous post), we ALL need protection/shelter: We all need each other.

As I stopped my car to let let the lady cross, she hastily threw herself to the other side of the road so that she doesn’t stand in my way and thanked me apologetically, as if expecting me not to stop, her umbrella almost falling from her bag.

Cars were honking/passing me all along that fraction of a minute I dared to pause to allow a woman in her forties to get to work on time, using the not so good Lebanese public transportation, or probably just walking on her feet, a balancing act with all those motorbikes coming the opposite way of the traffic (as if you haven’t done enough)

at this rate, your chances of surviving as a pedestrian are close to null.

I don’t know what triggered that, but this scene made me cry. Weep even.

I don’t know why I get those outbursts of compassion sometimes, à la Mean Girls,

but It really saddens me how much we don’t care about each other.

A vulnerable woman, who needs protection from the rain, can’t rely on her fellow humans to cross the street safely.

As I went to Yoga class today, I was reminded that we are all one – we are made out of one energy- so open your hearts people.

open your hearts and arms, trolls.

This isn’t a sermon; instead look at it as a slap in the face so that next time you remember to be more loving. And if you don’t then I’ll slap you.

Sit there for a moment, and feel yourself fill up with love. Release a little compassion into the world (sounds like a quiff), we could really use some. I know that we all have anger, and stress doesn’t help, but anger and compassion are the same energy – it’s up to us to transform it.

even in Beirut.

People of the city, for God’s sake stop honking, and let pedestrians cross, even if you’re late and REMEMBER (excerpt from an OSHO talk)

Your neighbor is just a form of you; your enemy is also a form of you. Whatsoever you come across, you come across yourself. You may not recognize because you are not very alert; you may not be able to see yourself in the other, but then something is wrong with your vision, something is wrong with your eyes. COMPASSION is therapeutic.”

Love thy neighbor as thyself?

We’re all in this together, even people who think color blocking is IN this season, this one’s for you:

http://danielleabisaab.blog.com/2012/07/16/were-all-in-this-together/

Maybe you should also listen to this song:

It feels so sexy to be kind; we already agreed that kind is the new mean.

Let me see y’all gimme some compassion-spread the word,

Pictures from this Pinterest board, check it out for moah Inspirational quotes, that will hopefully inspire you to be a better person. thanks Dani!

Hugs (for the pretty ones only)

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Are you brave enough to unleash your Peacock?

4 Oct

Finally, I get to come here, and actually be inspired to write about something that is dear to my heart: FASHION.

If you think Fashion is fickle, and it’s only about starving models + Ana Wintour, then you need to see the fashion doctor (or just gimme a buzz).

Krikor Jabotian’s intricate couture, is a living proof of the ART, craft and design process that go into designing one collection/dress.

Originally Armenian, Krikor was born and bred in Beirut – The Armenian influence is evident in his designs/brand image, with many references to Armenian art and artists, particularly Sergei Parajanov.
With a peacock as his emblem, sensitivity at the tip of his hands, Krikor creates airy designs, ones that float, breathe and freeze in a sudden halt to tell a story.
His father’s Jeweler’s background is behind the embroidery and ornaments implemented in an empiric manner, enough to please any aspiring “Fellini” Greek Goddess.
Expect a lot of nude, blush colors, and fabric; the result is statuesque, theatrical even – The Pieces are far from shy, and impose a lot of personality on the women wearing “nouvelle couture”(new couture), as Jabotian likes to call it. You will not go unnoticed, without having to flash a boob – yes please, ladies.

poudré

A lesson of class from Jordanian Royalty – seen here in Jabotian

demure Beauty Queen

 

In a scene that is more and more fastidious, Krikor has found his niche clientele alongside well traveled Arab women, fashion connoisseurs, talent hunters and BRIDES.

wonderful cake-like wedding dress

a carnation-like movement

 

couture for the little bridesmaids

Check out moah of his work here:
And on my Pinterest fashion board:
*If you would like to request photo credits, kindly email me: gimmemoah@gmail.com
Namaste!
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