tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183133932011-12-15T04:56:08.338+02:00Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16205502315750621499noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18313393.post-76902187325562134362007-04-26T14:18:00.000+03:002007-04-26T22:45:15.702+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ueADwOGGjfM/RjCNt_hsYKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yjHEDY4jBjw/s1600-h/Za3bout1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ueADwOGGjfM/RjCNt_hsYKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yjHEDY4jBjw/s400/Za3bout1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057698202823450786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ueADwOGGjfM/RjCMCvhsYII/AAAAAAAAAAs/mFczyiO5N0Y/s1600-h/Za3bout.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ueADwOGGjfM/RjCMCvhsYII/AAAAAAAAAAs/mFczyiO5N0Y/s400/Za3bout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057696360282480770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />On Thursday my Little birdy wasn't feeling well, and we tried all the possible ways to help him, but unfortunately nothing worked and on Sunday this Little birdy, AKA Za3bout passed away.<br />Can't really describe the feeling that I had, cause this guy wasn't as other canary birds<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18313393-7690218732556213436?l=nashawati.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16205502315750621499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18313393.post-1145786698449033762006-04-23T13:02:00.000+03:002006-04-23T13:04:58.450+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da02b3127cce98548fa0f07300000017108SZtmblu4A"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da02b3127cce98548fa0f07300000017108SZtmblu4A" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18313393-114578669844903376?l=nashawati.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16205502315750621499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18313393.post-1145786460733677162006-04-23T12:59:00.000+03:002006-04-23T13:05:12.430+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da02b3127cce98548fa1714200000017108SZtmblu4A"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da02b3127cce98548fa1714200000017108SZtmblu4A" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18313393-114578646073367716?l=nashawati.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16205502315750621499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18313393.post-1145278942657731872006-04-17T15:56:00.000+03:002006-04-17T16:04:18.146+03:00<span style="font-size:130%;">I'm speechless... What kind of people do something like this. Th</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da36b3127cce98548fbf8a8900000017108SZtmblu4A"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da36b3127cce98548fbf8a8900000017108SZtmblu4A" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">is is my grandmother's grave. The stone has been replaced at least 5 time</span><span style="font-size:130%;">s that I can remember. Yet each time, hardly any time passes by and someon</span><span style="font-size:130%;">e has damaged it or stolen it. This graveyard is located in Rusaifa. We thought of mo</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ving it to a newer place, considering the type of stuff that goes on, but of course, this isn't</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> allowed. I still don't understand what kind of a person does something like this!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18313393-114527894265773187?l=nashawati.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16205502315750621499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18313393.post-1145265969403879662006-04-17T11:44:00.000+03:002006-04-18T19:43:39.343+03:00On Saturday, brother and I decided to take a little trip to Aqaba. He works long hours so lately we haven't had much time to hang out. The drive was cool most of the way. We talked about everything under the sun, got a flat tire...but it was all cool. Eventually, we did get to Aqaba, hung out, had something to eat... The weather was perfect and I decided to go to the beach and snap some pics of the sea and the beautiful view. Lots of people were there, some were also taking pics, a couple of guys were even swimming... I put up my tripod, set everything up, started snapping pics... I got some really good shots too. Suddenly, these two "officers of the law" come up to me and tell me that I'm not allowed to take pictures because it's a military area. Let me remind you all, that there were other people taking pictures and even swimming in this "military area", yet they chose to single me out for some reason. They claimed that I could be using the pictures to help some terrorist groups. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. The more I tried to explain to these guys that I was just snapping pics of the nice view, that it's a hobby, the less they seemed to understand what I was talking about. I wondered if they had dug these two guys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da36b3127cce98548fa20ba400000017108SZtmblu4A"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da36b3127cce98548fa20ba400000017108SZtmblu4A" alt="" border="0" /></a> out of a graveyard and just stuck uniforms on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da36b3127cce98548fa38a9500000017108SZtmblu4A"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da36b3127cce98548fa38a9500000017108SZtmblu4A" alt="" border="0" /></a> them or something.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da36b3127cce98548fa40ba200000017108SZtmblu4A"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da36b3127cce98548fa40ba200000017108SZtmblu4A" alt="" border="0" /></a>They took me in to the station, where I was forced to speak to someone "higher up". The guy kept asking me who I work for. I explained to him from beginning to end, that my brother and I decided to drive to Aqaba for a couple of days for a change of scenery, that photography was just a hobby of mine. This man did not seem to understand the meaning of the word "hobby". He claimed that I was going to use these pictures to help someone and once again asked me who I work for. They wanted to confiscate my cam and tripod. I spent over an hour in there trying to reason with them and make these retards understand what a hobby is. In the end, they made me delete all the pics ( I did however, manage to keep a couple of them, and took a couple more on the way back...).<br />My bro and I had originally planned to go back to Amman on Sunday morning, but I wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. I wondered if this would have happened to be, had I been staying at some 5-star hotel. I wondered if this was going to happen to me again the next time I see something nice and decide to snap it. I even felt like chucking out my camera right then and there. If anyone else out there has had a similar experience, I'd like to hear about it. ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18313393-114526596940387966?l=nashawati.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16205502315750621499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18313393.post-1145038537705077632006-04-14T20:08:00.000+03:002006-04-15T00:42:04.716+03:00<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"> <br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da33b3127cce98548f0df05f00000017108SZtmblu4A"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6da33b3127cce98548f0df05f00000017108SZtmblu4A" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"> Without trying to com</span><span style="font-size:130%;">e up w</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ith something clever to write as a</span><span style="font-size:130%;">n opening post, I shall share with you so</span><span style="font-size:130%;">me c</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ap</span><span style="font-size:130%;">tu</span><span style="font-size:130%;">red moments and memories. Du</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ring times that can be stressful or dismal, n</span><span style="font-size:130%;">oticing beauty and finding inspiration </span><span style="font-size:130%;">in it, can be just what the doctor ordered.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This first link is a collection of pics I took of <a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8SZtmblu4Ya0">the new King Hussein Ben Talal Mosque in Amman</a>.<br /><br /><br /></span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b5d631b3127cce98548fbe984b00000017108SZtmblu4A"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b5d631b3127cce98548fbe984b00000017108SZtmblu4A" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This second link</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> is <a href="http://byolympus.shutterfly.com/action/?a=8SZtmblu4Yyc">a collection of beautiful moments and memories captured in Jordan and Sloveni</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://byolympus.shutterfly.com/action/?a=8SZtmblu4Yyc">a</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://byolympus.shutterfly.com/action/?a=8SZtmblu4Yyc"> over the past year.</a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Enjoy!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Omar</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18313393-114503853770507763?l=nashawati.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16205502315750621499noreply@blogger.com3