Our hearts are like houses..
Each room has a secret..
Each room is locked..
It's safe when you're the only one that has the keys...
But when someone else has a spare...
You could get robbed any second...
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Lock the door on your way out...
Posted by Hanan at 20:19 0 comments
Labels: feeling secretive
Friday, 18 December 2009
Among the clouds
My youngest siblings are new to the world of traveling abroad..
They went into a fit of hysterics when they saw my dad in a casual array of jeans and a t-shirt instead of his usual white thobe..
A group of cousins are playing tag in the isles of the plane.. one of them has strep throat and is prevented from playing along by his mother.. he glances at them with wistful eyes..
I am in the middle of studying a "calculus" lecture when it dawned on me..
I may be the first to ever study periodontics in the sky!
Posted by Hanan at 19:46 0 comments
Labels: on the plane heading to malaysia
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Phone-calls
My mother calls to hear my daily report, the more I complain; the more she consoles me with her prayers
My cousin calls to tell me that she's found the perfect store that sells dresses exact replicas of Fendi and Versace, and honestly who can tell the difference?
My little sister calls announcing that she got 10/10 mark in spelling and resolved to become a "tooth doctor" like me
My brother calls bubbling with excitement as he describes his newest pranks at school, with both teacher and taught
My best friend calls with the latest gossip and scandals of far-fetched friends and foes
My sister calls whining about her stupidity that made her enroll in medical college and who cared if a nephron was the functional unit of the kidney and why is "rhino-" a prefix of "nose"?
My grandma knocks on the door of my room with a tray of kit-kat bars and Arabic coffee just as I turn off my cell-phone
She exclaims that I kill myself studying and why not close that huge textbook and have a cup of coffee as we chat together
If she only knew
Posted by Hanan at 22:47 2 comments
Friday, 6 November 2009
NO MORE ROBOTS, PLEASE!!!
Why do we always favor childhood friends over new?
Is it because they remind us of our "old selves"?
When we were true in our actions and speeches..
When we joked without fearing our jokes would be misunderstood..
When we fought at lunch and made up later in the playground…
When we shared lollipops, idols and moods…
But nowadays we meet our so called friends after we've been painted with a layer of fakeness…
After we learned the art of saying something while meaning something entirely different…
After we became hygiene freaks carrying hand sanitizers in our handbags…
After we turned into picky self-centered snobs…
Give me an old friend anytime and I'll give you all these robots in return!
Posted by Hanan at 10:48 6 comments
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Thanks to all patients at KAU hospital
Patients under the hands of dental students are martyrs. None further said.
Posted by Hanan at 13:15 0 comments
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Bad Combination
Niqab + Above knee-length labcoat + skin tight jeans
Unknown health care provider.. I have one question:
What message are you trying to send?
Posted by Hanan at 09:47 1 comments
Labels: weird people
Monday, 26 October 2009
Walking down the hallway
Everyone's talking..
Each girl bubbles with energy..
It's amusing how versatile their topics are...
Leena is describing her "Henna Day" with much exaggeration.. her outfit was simply to die for, fifty guests replicated into a hundred, a local singer became Nancy Ajram...
Noor is ranting about her pessimistic mood toward this year, and the sudden responsibilty of having to deal with patients, not corpses, phantoms, or dummyheads but actual LIVING human beings...
Reem is complaining about the few extra pounds she gained since the honeymoon, although her husband has no objecion, and how is she supposed to feel about that?
I am searching frantically for the keys of my locker, stifling a giggle, glad that the uneven edges of my scarf hide my facial expressions...
As my grandma always says:
كل بهمه سرى... و أنا بهمي سريت
Each person carries his own troubles as I will carry mine
**fictional characters,, fictional conversations**
Posted by Hanan at 13:11 3 comments
Labels: life's so colorful