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Day 13: Jhinu to Pokhara The Day of the Injured Knee, Mule Ride, & Pre-Historic Jeep

Your ads will be inserted here byEasy Plugin for AdSense.Please go to the plugin admin page toPaste your ad code OR Suppress this ad slot. If there’s one regret I have in this entire trip, it’s not being able to walk the last 10 steps of the hike! I was really looking forward to that feeling: “The Accomplishment”. Feeling that I did it, I finished the whole hike. All the pain, agony and trouble finally finished and done, what’s left is the afterglow and the…

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Day 11: ABC to Senwa- the day of the descent & 23 km hike

Your ads will be inserted here byEasy Plugin for AdSense.Please go to the plugin admin page toPaste your ad code OR Suppress this ad slot. I got up very early from bed, even before 5 am, there was a lot of commotion outside and people talking, laughing and shouting. Once out, I saw over 30 people (some in shorts and tank tops, majority in very light clothing) warming up and stretching. As I was told by Eric & Julian from Canada, they are running down…

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Day 10: Duerali to ABC – The Day we Reached the Top

“Oh Sh*t, get up” I thought as vision returned, Belal, Maha & Dr. Ramzi faces slowly coming into focus as if fading in from a whole white screen. “Get up, get up get up” urged my inner voice as I tried to get up mumbling I’m OK while they insisted that I keep laying down. Hyper-ventilating, trembling and dry-mouthed as I lay on an ice cold rock surrounded by snowy meadows and white peaks, my sweat started to cool down under the sub-zero winds over…

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Day 9: Bamboo to Durali – The Day Above the Tree Line & Beyond Personal Prejudice

DAY 8 still: Through paper thin walls you could hear the hushed conversations in the late night three rooms down in each side. In the most distant room, Belal is reading Quran. Although I can’t make which Soura it is, but the mere lilt of tajweed soothes my soul and calms my nerves. I haven’t heard Quran or Athan since we came here. Some where closer on the other end, there’s a conversation going with the occasional raised voice where you could know what it is about,…

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Day 5: Tikhedhunga to Ghorepani – The Day of the Enchanted Forest

I woke up around 5 am, it was still dark outside, cold, and the warmth of the sleeping was way too enticing to let go of. Other than a distant rooster, and the snoring of a close by tired trekker, there wasn’t a sound to be heard. I felt that my breathing is too loud and might wake the whole lodge. I took a walk around hoping to ease the congested bowels with no luck. As it turns out, the majority are constipated (maybe its…

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Day 4: Pokhara/Nayapul to Tikhedhunga – The day of the Thousands of Stairs

I woke up early, or I should just say, I got bored laying in the bed sleepless too early. Maha –  my room mate – was still in bed sleeping peacefully, so I didn’t think packing would be a good idea. Had a quick shower, prayed on the balcony, and as the dawn cracked, a magnificent view started to unravel before my eyes. The entire place was engulfed with fog! It was too magical to pass. So I grabbed my camera and headed down for a walk around…

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The Selfless Side of Selfishness…

Do you just go on being so “selfish” in fulfilling something that you know is right, but does not seem to be in anybody’s interest? Or you ignore all the needs and wants that are stirring inside of you for the sake of being what you’re expected to be for other’s sake? But isn’t being so selfless, and measuring up to others’ expectations of you dilutes who you really are, leaving you resentful, under-appreciated and thus a worst version of who you are? Doesn’t somehow being selfish…

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عروس عمان

رواية عروس عمان تكشف عن اراء وسلوكيات مجتمعية و تبعاتها حول المثلية الجنسية، العنوسة، زواج المنفعة، التحرش الجنسي، الاغتصاب، الحب بين الديانات المختلفة، الجنس ما قبل الزواج وغيرها من المحرمات المجتمعية بجرأة مقتضبة وحبكة قريبة للواقع. عروس عمان رواية جريئة تروي قصص لمجموعة من الفتيات العمانيات “العاديّات” في قالب سلس وجميل. الاسلوب السلس لفادي زغموت الذي يستعمل بعض الكلمات العاميّة أثناء الحوار بين الشخصيات اضاف بعد حقيقي للشخصيات وقربهم من القارئ. الرواية تروى على لسان الشخصيات انفسهم، حيث ان كل فصل من الرواية يروى من…

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I don’t need a Shrink… I’ll have a best friend please!

I think that people are critical. The root cause of the depressed society is the critical society itself. We love to criticize, we love to tell you why you’re wrong (it doesn’t mean we’re right, or we even know what right is) but we sure know what is wrong, and it is what you do or what you say. We started thinking that we will be attacked for what we think, let alone what we say or do, so we decide to keep it in.

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