لبنان بامس الحاجة الى حراك شعبي وطني

مقال في السياسة والوطن

من اجل انسان المجتمع

شخصيا اني لست بخبير في السياسة. ولكني مواطن لبناني من الذين عادو من غربة اكثر من ثلاثين عام متنقلا بين القارات والدول. عدنا الى لبنان لنعطي اولادنا فرصة التعلق في الوطن كي لا يصبحو غرباء عنه ياتوه للزيارة مثل اي دولة آخرى.

في السنوات الاولى من عودتنا كنا مراقبين للوضع في لبنان وتاثيره على حياتنا كعائلة والمجتمع بشموليته. عانينا (ونعاني كشعب) من فساد السياسيين والافراد. عانينا ونعاني من الانانية وتفرق الناس بسبب مصالح فردية بدل عن مصلحة المجتمع والوطن. المقولة السائدة “الكل فاسد فلماذا لا استفيد انا”، “الكل يكذب فما العار بذلك”. حتى الجريمة والخيانة اصبحت وجهة نظر – خيانة الحبيب والوطن. اصبح الخائن شهيد والبطل مطلوب من العدالة.

اكتب هذه السطور بالم – ألم يدفعنا الى الغربة من جديد. ولكن هذا الألم يعطينا التحدي – تحدي الاستمرار في الوطن ولكن مع العمل على التغيير – والتطور والعمل على تحويل الافراد الى مواطنين — العمل من اجل انسان المجتمعPost.png

.التحديات كثيرة – ومرهقة ولكن يجب المثابرة.

ماذا يجري اليوم في لبنان وكيف نتعامل معه؟

البعض يعيتبر التيار الوطني الحر انتها. والبعض الاخر يتوقع التصعيد. وجماهير التيار الوطني يعتقدون ان لهم الكلمة الاخيرة. لذلك نحن نتجه للمجهول.

ولكن عندي رؤية مختلفة ولذلك اسمح لنفسي باعطاء الراي والنصيحة.

  1. لا يجب على التيار الوطني النزول الى الشارع الان
  2. يجب على عون وقيادات التيار تغيير الخطاب
    1. عون يجب ان يقف عن استعمال “انا” كانه وحده بالواجهة وليس ورائه تيار ونواب ووزراء — انت لا شيء بدون تيارك وحلفائك. كلمة “نحن” اروع
    2. يجب التخلي عن خطاب حقوق المسيحيين – اننا نعرف ان لبنان طائفي ولذلك يجب ان لا نؤذم الامور
    3. العمل على جمع اكبر عدد من الحلفاء والمجتمع المدني حول قضية واحدة – قضية الوطن والمواطن
  3. يجب على الشعب ان ينتفض – ليس مع التيار بل من اجل الحقوق ومحاربة الفساد وتغيير النظام
    1. الاساتذة يحاربون منذ سنوات دون نتيجة
    2. المرأة تنادي بحقوقها كحق الجنسية وحماية العائلة
    3. العلمانيون ينادون بالزواج المدني وقانون مدني للشؤون الشخصية
    4. المواطن يدفع تكاليف المدارس الخاصة العالية بسبب غياب المستوى التربوي في بعض مدارس الدولة
    5. المواطن يعاني من الطرقات السيئة والتي تؤدي الى حوادث وقتل ومصاريف عالية لصيانة سياراتنا
    6. عدد كبير من السكان يعيشون من يوم ليوم بسبب الفقر وانعدام فرص العمل دون الواسطة
    7. مؤسسات الدولة تعم بالفساد والمواطن يعاني من اجل معاملة بسيطة
    8. الكهرباء والماء – ماذا اقول هنا؟
    9. مياهنا تنتهي بالبحر والشعب يعاني النقص في المياه
    10. مياه عذبة بالبحر لانستطيع الاستفادة منها
    11. النفط – مرة سنسين ونحن لا نقدر ان ناخذ قرار
    12. طبعا – الزبالة طمتنا وهي عامل سياحي مهم
  4. لذلك حان الاوان لنظام جديد ولتشكيله
    1. يجب ان لانرد على احزابنا اذا قياداتها لن تاخذ الموقف الصحيح
    2. البدء بالتظاهر باكبر عدد ممكن
    3. اعلان العصيان المدني الخلاق
    4. اسقاط مجلس الوزراء والنواب — ويكفي الكلام عن فراغ الفراغ موجود اليوم وفي اسوأ حالته
    5. وضع مسودة لقانون انتخاب جديد ودستور جديد، ممكن وضع عدة اقتراحات لكي لا نجادل لسنوات – وليقرر الشعب.
    6. اجراء استفتاء شعبي ملزم لقانون الانتخاب – والدستور الجديد
    7. بعض الامور الاخرى التي يمكن اجراء استفتاء عليها هي:
      1. هيكلية مجلس الوزراء والنواب – اعداد وصلاحيات
      2. اي امور اخرى يوجد خلاف عليها مثل قانون مدني للاحوال الشخصية
    8. محاسبة الفساد
      1. اذا كان الفساد بالماضي يجب محاولة اعادة ما يمكن اعادته واصدار عفو عام مشروط – الفاسد لا يحق له الترشح لا اي مسؤولية في الدولة
      2. اذا كان الفساد قائم الان – يجب اعادة المسروق واصدار عفو
      3. اما في المستقبل – الفساد يؤدي الى السجن ولا عفو

يوجد الكثير من الامور الاخرى التي ممكن ان نتكلم عنها ولكن لتكون هذه السطور خطوة اولى

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Lords of War: The Tale of The 5 Warchiefs of The Iron Horde

Another essay by my son Sumer Aboumrad Ajam

The Lords of War will be a story about the 5 Warchiefs of The Iron Horde which led to the demise of countless worlds. Each chapter will be a tale of one of the Warchiefs and their clans. These tales are heard by the Alliance via Vindicator Maraad to King Varian Wrynn – The king of Menethill and leader of the Alliance. Maraad is a highly respected Dreanei paladin of the Alliance. He is also one of the only survivors to witness the horrors of the Iron Horde.

Part 1: Kargath Bladefist of the Shattered Hand

Kargath was raised a raised a slave for the Ogres. Their cruelty and torture methods were intolerable, even to an Orc. So he sought a way out, to see the light of day without chains on his hands and legs. The Arena! The arena was a yearly event hosted by the Orgres; 100 of the best captive Orcs would fight to the death granting the last living orc freedom. 100 orc lives was the price for his freedom. He slayed them one after the other, Kargath was unstoppable.

Eventually, the day of his final fight had come, one last kill and the wrath was over. He was to defeat the greatest Orc gladiator ever to live. Lo’Grath. The Ogre king only gave him a broken dagger to fight his armored opponent. Lo’Grath charged with great speed; however, Kargath used the blade to reflect the sunlight into his opponent’s eyes blinding him. Kargath then used his blade jamming it into Lo’Grath’s wind pipe killing him. The Ogres cheered on for the new victor, shaking the arena.

The promise of freedom turned out to be nothing but a lie. But Kargath could be chained no longer, so he used sheer will to pick up the out-of-range rock and cut his hand off. It took many painful strikes to do so, screaming louder than ever. He looked at the other Orc prisoners and threw the rock towards them. As he did so he said, “Take your vengeance.” One by one all the Orcs in that prison took the rock and cut one hand off. They snuck into the armory and stole all the weapons they should find. They modified the weapons in the darkness of the night to attach to their modified hands, turning them into weapons.They went to the Ogre’s beds slaying them all. Their blood filled with their bloodlust, the Orc’s bloodlust. Bound by vengeance the clans name will be spoken in fear.

Part 2: Grommosh the Warlord with the Iron Will and first Warlord of the Iron Horde and Warchief of the Warsong Clan

Grommosh was the only Warchief to lead raids into Ogre lands. Going deeper and deeper, no one was able to stop him. He and his clan the Warsong were insatiable and relentless. It was only a matter of time till the ogres retaliated. The victim of the Warsong’s retribution was Grommash’s mate, Gulca. Falling into a trap after his wife’s death, Grommash got captured during a retreat. He was kept secured under 1,000 strands of rope attaching him to the stone hand of an unknown Old God which came from the ground. Grommash and the Old God’s hand where a few meters away to the Ogre King’s Throne. In the Ogre King’s free time, he tormented the fierce warrior with words. At the end of every session he would tell Grommash, “Just give the order and I will kill you.” The Ogre King admired the warrior’s spirit; however, he believed he will break it effortlessly. The other Orc prisoners were kept under cells. The Ogres would slay one every day chopping their head off and then attacking it next to Grommash. One day the Ogre King’s cocky attitude led him to his death. He was informing Grommash once more that he will kill him whenever he wants. Grommash managed to escape a weak and unrecognizable sound. So the Ogre King went closer to him and closer till he was right in front of him. Grommash then said, “This wolf can still bite.” Fear stuck into the Ogre King, paralyzing him. Grommash bites the Ogre’s head off then feasted on his body to regain his strength.

Part 3: Durutan the Warlord of the Frostwolf Clan

Unlike the other clans, Durutan’s clan pride itself on suppressing rage for they knew that succumbed to the beast within becomes their worst enemy. The clan was named for its kinship with the Snow White Frostwolves, together they hunted the mighty clefthoof. Every winter the clefthoof will migrate and the clan will follow, but one year when Durutan was very young. His mother Gaya had been bitten by a Drift Lurker – those who suffered their bite fall into a deep sleep and few have ever wakened up. After a long fight with his brother, Ga’nar, Durtan ended up staying behind to stay with his mother and Ga’nar moved onward with the clan.

Days passed, Durutan remembered the lessons his mother had taught him and with the aid of his old Frostwolf, Stormfang, they survived. But one night the howls of the Ga’rn was too clue, the Ga’rn was feared buy Orc and beast alike. They looked like wolves. However they were as black as night with a bloodlust that outmatched the one of the Orcs tales. Luck was with him for there was one Ga’rn, however; Durutan knew that they hunted in packs, so he knew more were to come. Durutan fought alongside his wolf and they battled the beasts, slaying it. Eventually the Ga’rn’s attacked and he fought against them with Stormfang; however, he forgot to fight against the rage within and eventually he gave in. Giving in to his rage led for the bloodlust to claim him, anything that moved he killed.

Then his mother woke up, calling for him. The rage within him went away and he looked down to see the dead body of his wolf. Overwhelmed with sorrow he wept and wept. Durutan wore Stormfang’s fur till the end of his days, a constant reminder of the old wolf’s courage but also a reminder that the noblest of Orcs fall prey to the savagery within.

Part 4: Kilrogg the Warlord of the Bleeding Hollow

The Bleeding Hollow finds truth in the surety in their deaths. Kilrogg’s clan ruled over the jungles until the Arakkoa came. The Arakkoa are an ancient race of bird-like humanoids native to Dreanor. They have blighting colored feathers, hooked beaks, clawed hands, taloned feet and an erectile crest of feathers on their heads. To survive the clan went into hiding, living each day consumed in fear. Their chieftain even forbade them to wander further than the borders of their forest refuge. For years, the disease had eaten away on the once mighty warriors flesh. Eventually, Kilrogg’s father convinced him that it was time to see his future, giving him a blade.

Those who were one day to become chieftain preformed the most sacred of rituals. They would sacrifice an eye to see a vision of their own death, sometimes the vision showed much more. Kilrogg saw his clan not as they were but as they could have been, crushing their enemies in a tide of bloodlust and Kilrogg was one of them. His determination was unwavering. Even when death came to him he did not fear what he saw, he welcomed it.

After seeing his vision, he went back to his father. Once he entered his father’s room, his father said,”What did you see in your vision?”

Kilrogg replied, “I saw a clan strong and proud, victorious against our enemies.”

“What a glorious vision of the future. Why then do you seem so troubled?”

“Because you were not a part of it” Stabbing his father in the gut, Kilrogg continued with, “You were right father every chieftain must deal with hard choices for the good of the clan.”

“At last, this is the death I saw,” his father said with his final breath, falling off his throne. Once Kilrogg took power, he led his clan into the forest, pushing the Arrakoa back.

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عصفور باليد احسن من عشرة على الشجرة – مقولة فاشلة

منذ حوالي الساعة كنت عم اسمع غنية في طريقي الى المكتب.

الغنية تبني عن النظرية التي تقول “عصفور باليد احسن من عشرة على الشجرة.”

هذه النظرية – و مثيلها – من النظريات – سيئة لانها ضد التطور والطموح والسعي الى الافضل.

انها مقولة تشجع الكسل والفساد.

انها تشجع على المضومن ولكن في الحياة تحديات ومجازفات.

لكي يتطور الانسان – المجتمع – الكيان – الامة يجب التحدي ومجابهة المجهول والاستكشاف والمجازفة.

حتى في الوظيفة الطموح (العاقل وليس الفاسد) يؤدي الى تطور وارتقاء ولكن الموظف الذي يعتمد على العصفور باليد لا يحاول الى الوصول الى العشرة الذي على الشجرة.

قد لا نحصل علي اي عصفور او العشرة ولكن قد نحصل على 2 او 3 او 5. أليس ذلك افضل من العصفور الواحد؟

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Project Management for Youth, Local Initiative

For the full article, please refer to the SUKAD Blog via this link: Project Management for Youth

Youth nurturing their minds and looking into the future

Youth nurthuring their minds and looking into the future

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The Wrath of Flight

This blog article is by my son Sumer Aboumrad Ajam, 14 years old. I publish unedited.

Shortly after the end of my endless battle with my school’s final examination,   my brother, mother and I left Lebanon for the summer. We were spending our summer in the humid city: Houston, Texas. When I found out about the summer plan, a striking bullet of joy hit me in a split of a second; therefore, increasing my hopes for the coming summer.

It was early in the morning – around 4:00 a.m. – and the village was as dark as a world without a sun. It took us a few minutes to turn the street light on from the generator. Once doing so we waited downstairs, with our bags, for the taxi to come pick us up. The mixture of the joy and exhaustion I fault made the wait feel eternal; like falling into an endless void, just drifting on and on. This void was different, it came to an end. We stacked up our bags in the taxi’s trunk resembling the slaves of Egypt stacking the enormous stone blocks on top one another. We gave our dad hugs and kisses and then left to the airport in the taxi. The ride was long, first passing through the quiet village – which felt like a ghost town – then we entered the city of Jounie. The lights of the city woke me up from my slumber, I felt like the Giant and the beanstalk – annoyed. I felt like I needed that sleep since I am never able to rest on the plane.

After 30 more minutes in the taxi, we reached the airport and took our luggage into the airport after paying the driver. The airport wasn’t as calm as I hoped it would be, we passed through countless check-ups. There is no possible way I could explain how exhausting it felt to keep taking out all my equipment from my bag. The only thing more exhausting was the liability of having my little brother. He would always stand in the way doing nothing. Once you tell him to move aside constantly he acts like he is the victim of the weight of the bags I am carrying. Eventually we reached the ticket counter. We weighed 3 of the bags, and then sent them off in the plane’s cargo. Thankfully all 3 bags were under the weight limit. We then left for the gate and waited for an hour or so.

The plane ride was long and annoying; everything is so close together – like a prison cell. I was lucky in the seat I was placed ‘cause of the two ladies that sat next to me. They always offered me some snacks, and after every meal they gave me a piece of gum. Which helped a lot since the after taste of the food wasn’t very pleasant. As usual I wasn’t able to sleep so I stuck to my usual routine of catching up on any film that I missed out over the years. To put my finger on a word that would define my flight it would be, sequestered. We finally landed in Houston; the burst of euphoria that stuck me is unimaginable. I was glad I was able to come home and rejuvenate.

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How to download a book on managing large and complex projects?

CAM2P for Large and Complex ProjectsFor the full article and information on how to download please visit the SUKAD Group Blog via this link.

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Who is Charlie?

What is ironic about this Charlie thing:

  1. Charlie was the name USA soldiers gave to Viet Cong who were defending their country and the USA killing them, burning their villages, destroying their crops … of course in the name of freedom.
  2. The terrorists who committed the crime in France are supposedly on the USA terrorist list – but somehow they were free to move around in France and even travel out and back in. One of them is reportedly came to Yemen to get training. No conspiracy here?
  3. Those terrorists – one or two of them – were arrested once for sending other terrorists to Syria; served a few months in jail and released again to send more people to Syria
  4. Supposedly one of the accused or supporter to the attack in France ran away to Turkey – an Ally in the war against terrorism to USA and France …… or should we say partner in sending terrorists to Syria?
  5. There are supposedly two Moslems among the death in France, why we do not hear about them much?
  6. ow many journalists did the USA target and kill in Iraq and how many did Israel kill; 10, 20, 30 or even more?
  7. There is a blogger being punished in Saudi today for writing — where is the West from their ally in Crime Against Terrorism and Freedom of Expression?
  8. Yesterday in Jebel Mouhsin Tripoli – the same terrorists attacked killing at least 8 … I have been scanning social media this morning and I only saw one or two posts on Jebel Mouhsin … I guess these were people OK to kill but do not touch France?

My friends, we live in an hypocritical world – some of us are a slave to the “Blue Eyes Syndrome”, “White Men Syndrome”, or like a colleague used to say “Pale Face Syndrome”.

The black man blood is red; the white man blood is red; the Vietnamese blood is red, and of course Arab and Palestinian blood is RED!

Why are not we screaming for Rodney King or the black people who are killed by Police in USA?

So I wish we all stop this Je Suis Charlie non-sense and focus on how we can work together for the benefit of our communities. How to unit – Lebanese or Syrian, Iraqi or Palestinian, Moslem or Christian, Sunni or Shia, Orthodox or Maronite.

Enough – Please

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