Sunday, September 30, 2012

خربشة صباحية
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هناك عظماء جلبتهم الأقدار إلى طريقنا .. لامسوا أرواحنا ... غذوا شغفنا للحياة .. ثم اختفو!!!
فأصبحو أطياف ذكرى مخملية سامية كقوس قزح .. لا ننساهم لكننا نتناسى ذكراهم خوفا على أرواحنا من التهالك..
فيا رب اسعدهم أينما كانو ...

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

A Pidgin in Oman

     “Hatha nafar same same cheko mal inta”, “Bayee, rooh yewadi hatha store” and “Rafeeq mal ana ma fee ma’loom Arabi” are excerpts of a strange kind of language for many readers, but an accustomed one for others. What language is that? Why was it created, and where?
     This variety flowed into the Arab Gulf Area subconsciously. Talking about its formation, narrowly in Oman, necessitates going back thousands of years. The Indian artifacts found in Ras- Al Hadd confirmed the deep-rooted relationship between Oman and the Indus Valley Civilization during the Bronze Age (3500-1000 BC). Throughout the years, the indo-Oman relationships, fed by navigation, trade, and geographical proximity, grew to a great extent. Such a relationship secured the presence of an extensive number of migrants from South Asian countries, such as India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Sri Lanka. Only ten years back, the number of Indians in Oman exceeded the number of Omanis themselves. Most of them spread in in running basic works, like trading, manufacturing, and constructing. These circumstances imposed them to be in touch with citizens. However, most of these laborers are from poor backgrounds and Illiterate in their own languages, not to mention knowing other languages. A mean of communication had to take place, but having migrants, who neither speak the host language nor English, leads to shed light on the citizens’ linguistic knowledge. In return, most Omanis do not speak any Indian languages. Sharing no common language formed a barrier that cannot be overlooked. What should be done to overcome it? How can two parties from different backgrounds and languages with a zero common language communicate? Creating a midway language to bridge the gap was the needed answer. To do so, they came up with a simple means of communication. One, that sounded easier to understand and faster to learn.
     They started using what sounds a broken kind of Arabic language when they communicate with each other. However, this clumsy language is actually a mixture of at least three languages. As a lot of Arabic words are included, which are mostly from Gulf dialects, many words, like “same”, “store”, and “sorry”, are borrowed from English. Words from Hindi take place too. Some examples of such words are: “cheko”, “batchah”, “namoona”, and “bayee”. Moving from the lexical enrichment that this variety enjoys to morphology shows that even though most of the verbs are Arabic ones, they do not follow the Arabic morphological rules. Third person singular verbs are what being used most of the times, and they are used in a masculine mode.
      Talking about this blended means of communication from these two linguistic aspects implies that it cannot be determined as a branch of Arabic language. Even though this variety seems to have a lot of common features with Arabic language, most Arabic speakers from outside the Gulf Area cannot understand it. However, it is neither English nor one of the languages of the Indian subcontinent. Instead, it forms a primitive language on its own, a pidgin. This pidgin, just like others, has low prestige. However, Arabs still use it spontaneously whenever they speak to Indians. 

     Any pidgin, including the one mentioned above, if enjoys certain conditions can turn into a creole. Such a thing happens when the pidgin grows through enriching its vocabulary, building-up its structure, and having children acquiring it at home. Some official languages we have today were once pidgins! Haitian Creole in Haiti, Tok Pisin in Papua New Guinea, and Swahili in Tanzania and Kenya are examples of official languages that were initially pidgins. Will the pidgin we have in Oman stand one day along with these official languages? Will we hold books and dictionaries on it? If one pays a deep attention to the current situation in Oman, and tries to throw a look to the future, it will be found that the number of people using this variety is not going down since the Omanisation plan have been put in 2003. Today Indians make up 15% of the total population of Oman. The number of Omanis is increasing, but even Omani kids speak this variety in needed situations. The role of Asian manpower might seem declining in certain areas, but it is only going up in others, the construction sector is an example. Yes, this variety was created to meet basic needs when communicating with Asian expatriates, but as they started spreading in different fields, the variety has expanded to cover new areas. What if this expanding went further? What if the number of these migrants grew? What if they didn’t bother to learn Arabic nor English? Would it be possible for this variety to be acquired at homes? Only the future can answer.

Amira Al Maawali
    

Saturday, July 7, 2012

بين الماضي والحاضر


عندما نتوه بين صفحات الماضي .. ونشعر أنه من الصعب أن نستخلص أنفسنا من تلك الصفحات العتيقة..  ونظل نغوص .. ونغوص .. بين تفاصيلها المزدحمة .. دون أن نصل إلى قاع يوقف مشوارنا .. حينها نشعر بسرعة انصهار اللحظة .. وسرعة ذوبان الحاضر في الماضي .. فلا ينقذنا من انغماسنا في الماضي ..  إلا هذا الإدراك المباغت التي يتلقف أفكارنا فجأة .. فنأخذ بأيدي أرواحنا المتهالكة إلى عالم الحاضر .. متناسين بقايا الماضي العالقة في أعماقنا..


9/8/2010

Thursday, June 28, 2012

"Les Miserable"

"Les Miserable" has been always my favorite novel.. no other novel could amaze me by the way reality and imagination melt togather like "Les Miserable"..

I learned from that splendor: the prestige of misery .. And that giving, no matter how humble it is, has fruit and shades ..

On 27/6/2012 I attended a theater performance that told the legend of "Les Miserables" professionally .. Londoners added to the "Les Miserable" tunes and rhythms .. Now, "Les Miserables" is the title of the most prestigious show I have ever attended. One that my imagination can not go beyond ..


Thank you Victor Hugo!





Monday, June 18, 2012

"The needs of speakers drive language change"

I wonder how much would my own language, Arabic, change throughout the100 years coming..
Why do many Arabs nowadays use English letters to write Arabic words?
100 years from now, would we find books written in Arabic without having Arabic letters?!
(( just thinking))

Monday, June 11, 2012

Bettersea Park

Yesterday, 8 students and I planned for a trip to a zoo. The zoo we visited is in Bettersea Park in the heart of south London. Although it is originally a children zoo, we had there a great fun! We had the chance to take a close look at different animals in a very nice setting. The park, of course, has many other sections beside the zoo. While some students chose to enjoy the green fascinating places, some students went boating in a lake there.

All in all, everyone had a real fun at the park. The students were very responsible, mature, and independent. They looked after each other, and they helped a lot in transportation, as we had to take two buses and a train to reach the destination.





Wednesday, May 30, 2012

He's gone!
It is a fact now .. Yesterday we  said good-bye to each other .. and each of us moved in a direction.. Prof. Funwi .. I would never forget you...

 

The tears I have released for you were not a waste... I hope you all the best in your life..

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

I used to think 1000 times before I get the courage to say "Hi" to him!
I used to change my direction so I wouldn't have to pass next to him and say "Hi" !

When he passes next to me I used to scratch my right ear with my cell phone in a pretend that I am calling someone..  so I don't look rude when I ignore him...

I am talking about one of the best instructors at the Uni .. I have been always looking at him as a great teacher and person.. but for some reason I found it really difficult to talk to my male instructors! I found it hard to dare and have eye contact with them..

Today my office is next to theirs.. the person whom I mentioned at the begining deals with me now as a colleague.. and I look at him now as a big dear brother!

we even walk togather now at the University's passages and talk !!!!!
 

Thank you Mr. Mohammed for being such a patient instructor and a welcoming person..

 

Sunday, April 8, 2012

True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly”

Jason Jordan

Saturday, April 7, 2012


أهي أشعة الشمس ما عجن ملامح الجميع حولي ليحولها إلى وجوه عابسة؟ أم أن صدر الجميع قد ضاق .. ولم يعد للإبتسامة وقت في عصر السرعة .. أهو التركيز في العمل ما يجر هذه العقد بين العينين؟ أم أن كثرة المساحيق على الوجه غزت على الإبتسامات لتمحوها؟

كثيرا ما أتساءل أيوجد يوم عالمي للضحك؟ لماذا لا يخصص العالم يوما للضحك نتناسى فيه ثقب الأوزون.. نتناسى خلاله الحروب .. نتناسى قسوة العالم .. المجاعات .. الكوارث الطبيعية .. العزيز الذي فقده كل واحد منا .. نتاناسى كل ذلك في ذلك اليوم .. لأنه يوم للضحك والسرور فقط .. لا مشاجرات .. ولا جرائم .. ولا حوادث في ذلك اليوم ..ضحك وفرح وابتسامات هذه هي نكهة يوم الضحك العالمي.. لا نسيء الظن بأحد ولا نبخل بالعطايا والهدايا للمحتاجين والأطفال.. تتحد نغمات الهواتف لتكون جميعا نغمات مرحة .. فلا أغاني للحرمان والوداع والألم .. لا مساحيق تجميل ولا ماركات .. تتزين كل الوجوه بإبتسامات .. يقام في ذلك  اليوم مسابقات عالمية نتنافس فيها على الضحك مهما كثرت الهموم وثقلت المشاكل..



I found myself designing! 

Monday, April 2, 2012

Thank you and good-bye




“Amira bint Musallam bin Sulaiman Al Maawalia “ …

     I have been enjoying the echo of my full name said out loud in my imagination since I was a little kid watching graduation ceremonies on TV.  Wearing a unified gown and walking toward the hands that hold my certificate in front of everyone is a sweet fancy that I have been picturing in my mind for many years. Here the day comes! And, here I am dressed in the UN’s green, waiting to be called by my full name out loud. I spent five and a half years walking on this path, and here I am finally gaining the fruit. I spent five and a half years of my life studying and learning not only from the faculty members, but also from everyone and anything around me. A journey built with bricks of patience passed as fast as an eye blink. Moments of bride, craziness, happiness, fun, exhaustion and tears some times are now parts of my dear memories.

     A mixture of feelings tickles my soul, as I am sad to say good-bye to a distinctive phase in my life, I am supper excited to start a new story and play a new role. I got the chance to stick around, and to work at the same university that taught me, and still do. This puts me on a position to give, and be within easy reach of great instructors I have the honor of being a student of some of them once, and to whom I can’t find a way to show my real gratitude for all they have done for me. The graduation ceremony might be the last station that gathers me with the friends I made at the university, so that gives it more weight to stick in my mind forever. It means a lot for me to touch the certificate my family had been waiting for. I believe it is my chance to express how thankful I am for everything my family has been offering from love, care, encouragement, and trust to the financial support.

     Life gathers and spreads, and it gathered me with lot of faces through the time I spent at the University I would never forget. To whom I might never meet again, to classes at the UN, to the worry I get before each exam at the UN, and to the enjoyment of participating as a student member in an active group I say “Thank you and good-bye”. 




Wednesday, March 28, 2012


I want to describe my feelings when I touched for the very first time my certificate but I find myself speechless!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Here I am starting a new adventure! Yesterday was my first day in my first paid job. I am so happy to get this job at the university I used to study in. I am so excited to begin something new and to learn new things from a different perspective. I am proud of myself, and I am deeply thankful for everyone who made it possible . However, an amount of tension takes place too. I hope to be up to everyones' expectation.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Thank you


He still mentions my name in his classes as an example to follow!

What an honor!!

 Professor Funwi was among my top three instructors at the university. He taught me two courses. When I was about to start working on my graduation project I didn't have the chance to choose the superviser i want. I had to ask the head of the department to assign me one. When he told me that my supervisor would be Professor Funwi I was about to jump for joy. I liked working with him not only because of his wide knowledge, but also because I knew how demanding he is. I knew that in order to submit an acceptable project I would have to work double hard. I knew that working on the project is going to be a stressful experience, but I was up to it. All what I hoped for when I submitted my first draft, was not to let him down. I didn't expect him saying "This is the best project I have ever seen at the university!” The green "excellent" he wrote at the end of the project was the best excellent I have ever gotten. I even took a picture of that "excellent" and set it as a wall paper for my cell-phone.

I wish him to know that he wasn't only a good helper and supervisor, but he was also a source of encouragement during a stressful time.

He trusted me more than I trusted myself, so he invited VIP to attend my project presentation. He wrote me a very nice recommendation letter and he told me that he would be happy to write me another whenever I need.

I keep telling him how thankful I am for his effort, continuous support, and encouragement, but I find words helpless in expressing how appreciated I am for his trust, support, and kind.












Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I have faith in destiny .. I don't worry.. I work hard and then believe that eventually I will get what I deserve..  I don't let expectations hurt me.. Even if what I get is less than what I expect, I have faith that destiny loves me .. and that what I get is always the best for me!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Ask yourself "what would I like people to say about me after my death" and always always remember that you are unique and special, so go ahead in your life with fixed steps and never be afraid of making mistakes as long as you abstract the lessons from them.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Worth Waiting

I was in my fourth grade, when she came asking about her daughter's performance in the English class. The teacher said loudly that she wish if all students were just like Intisar. Inisar, who is still a good friend to me, was full of delight and pride. I was only 9 year-old girl, but I couldn't forget that moment. I thought that Ms, Salma said what every student would ever dream to hear. I closed my eyes and put myself in Intsar's shoes and enjoyed the moment.
Fourteen years later, I was in Dr. Mohammed office asking for a recomendation letter. Dr. Mohammed was definitely one of the beat instructors at the university. He does not only teach very well, but he also affects very well. I took with him four courses and I would take more courses if I could. I was done with the requirements for tha Bachelor degree. He with two other instructors made me so eager to spread my wings and proceed studying. I was so grateful when he said that he would be happy to write me a recommendation letter. However, I wanted the moment to freez when he said "I wish if all students were like you Amira". I don't really remeber if I thanked him for such a complement, but i would never forget the feelings of pride and appreciation that filled me. Hearing that complement definitely is worth the fourteen years waiting.




By: Amira

Monday, February 20, 2012

In Nizwa

Let me tell you why Monday was an extraordinary day. I was facing the same computer screen I am facing now when I recieved a call telling me to welcome a goup visiting the university from the USA. Meeting such great people was a real honor, but what made that day even better is the fact the I accompanied them the rest of the day. We went togather to Nizwa Fort. Then we headed to the traditional suq in Nizwa. The weather was hot, and my feet were burning because of the long walk but it was a great day as it gave me a break from the usual routine.




 

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Now I Know




     I felt lost. I found myself on crossways and I didn’t know how each way ends. I felt a stone on my neck. I was about to make a huge decision. One that would affect the rest of my life, and no one would be responsible for but I am. I had the chance to start my high education in governmental colleges, but I turned them down, and I said "YES" to the University of Nizwa. I can purely remember myself packing my bags to leave the only house I lived in for the very first time. I was worried, tense, and I wasn’t sure whether I had made the right decision or not, but I was excited to start a new adventure in my life.
     Five and a half years from my first packing passed as quick as a blink of eye. My experience at the University of Nizwa had moments of disappointments, exhaustion and tears. However, I am so grateful that I have been through such an experience. I was honored to meet great people whose effort and help I'll appreciate as long as I breathe. I engaged in enjoyable and beneficial activities that opened my mind to so many things and taught me new things about myself. Yes I studied in a town in Nizwa, but I got exposed to the whole world. The University gave my role extents not only by enabling me to reach other colleges and Universities in Oman, but also by erasing the shackles of the country borders. Because I decided to become part of this University, I was honored by being given two terrific opportunities. The University's liberality took me once to Dubai to attend a conference, and helped me to travel and stay in the USA for over 5 weeks.

   I don’t know what would I say if my decision about my high education differed, but what I  know is that I made a decision that I am deeply grateful about.


By: Amira Al Maawali
1-2-2012


Let Go




Why can't I say "Good-bye"?

Why can't I move in the road?

Why can't I say "Hi"?

Why can't I step forward?



Please help me,

So I can let go.

Please release me,

And wing me with the blow.



Freezing the moment and staring at the past

will never hold the future back.

So, why can't I say "Good-bye"?

And, why can't I move forward?



By : Amira Al Maawali

4/2/2012



Thursday, February 2, 2012

Designed by me !







To Dubai

     Yes I spend most of time during the last five years away from my family. I lived in a hostel with girls in my age in Nizwa. Although it was my first time to be apart from my home, I am grateful that I had such experience, because it taught me things about being independent, mature, and responsible. However, I learned all of that even more in 2010; as I was send with seven other peers to Dubai. We stayed for a few days during which we attended the TESOL Arabia Conference.
     I will always remember that experience, as it brightened my mind for so many things.



 By Amira Al Maawali

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Rock or Water

    
     What if you were about to travel where there was no father to watch you, no strict society to judge you, no gossipy mouth to annoy you, no snoopy eyes to chain you? What if you found yourself by your own? The only lines around you were only the ones you create. Would you be a rock or water?
     You are proud of your own ideas, and you are satisfied by what you already have in your culture. You carry the same principles wherever you go, and keep your perspectives untouched. You do your best to maintain your attitudes toward everything. You build high walls around yourself, so you keep yourself safe from being effected by your new surroundings. You say “NO!” to everything that seems alien to your principles. If you would do so, then you are a rock.
     On the other hand, you might think that you can be much more flexible by getting rid of every thread that links you to your home culture. You can be water, formed by the place your feet are on, and colored by the spot you breathe in. Your primary focus is to experience life as it is experienced where you are, rubbing out your own identity for a while just to fit in your new environment and to look cool in the eyes of others.
     Through my humble experience in the USA I noticed that fortunately most of us, as Arabs, are far away from being rocks. I see it as a good thing, because rock people are too conceited to learn new things. No one is perfect, and there are things to learn everywhere. People avoid rocks, as they are too dry to enjoy a smooth communication with. Because rocks show no tendency in learning from others, no one in return has the willingness to learn from them. Rocks don’t believe in the splendor of the differences among us. Seeing things from a narrow angle makes their perspectives incredible.   
     However, we shouldn’t go too far. Accepting others as they are does not mean to turn like them. Unfortunately, I’ve met in the USA a number, that can’t be neglected, of Arabs who were obviously doing their best to deface their cultural countenance. They showed how “water” they were in the way they looked, acted, and spoke. I view what they were doing as a very poor try to look cool, and it showed how shallow they were.
     A combination of both, water and rock, works well. As it is important from time to another to refresh perspectives and see things from different angles, it is important to maintain the essentials of our own religion and upbringing. We have to be open minded if we seek to improve ourselves as nations and individuals, but at the same time we must behave in a way that goes in tune with our basic beliefs to give the true image of our countries and religions. Accepting our differences shows us how similar we are. It enables tolerance, cordiality, and love to spread.
     There are many programs that offer the chance for my colleagues to go abroad. I hope all the best for everyone, as I want to emphasize that they are the outstanding ambassadors not only for Oman, but for the Muslim Arab world.   


By: Amira  Al Maawali