Saudi As A Social Experiment

    It is beyond me how history turned the woman from the Goddess the leader the source of life, the power, the beauty, the creator into this belittled, controlled secondary being that -apparently- doesn't have the mind, the strength,  the responsibility to stand alone without the shadows of man.  How did man turn into the main subject of life? The center of life? The light and guide? With what merit or power, when the ultimate true gift -super power- of being resides in the female body? When even the anatomical differences presumed to be what gives man his strength and superiority, with a little critical thinking, only points towards the bearing of a woman?     Lately, I've been going through really interesting  feelings and thoughts induced by my Obstetrics and Gynecology rotation. Putting my existential crisis and my absolute faith that the only solution for World's problems is the extinction  of the human race aside, my apprehension towards child-bearing and childbir

* Disclaimer: this post does not necessarily represent the specific objectives of this blog *        Sitting on a quite Saturday drinking my coffee with the perfect atmosphere for a relaxing afternoon, but without a direct cause I feel anxiety building up within ruining all the mind-over-matter-ing that I've been doing.  It is life. It is time. And the passage of both with the notion that we will run out of them surrounded by noting but our little-ness creates this unescapable constant feeling of stress and overwhelminess.  The constant demands of our modern life makes our eternal very human dream of self-actualization un-attainble. And while we are stuck in the vicious cycles of these demands trying to achieve the life of our dreams, we fail to climb up Maslow's hierarchy of needs. we live, we may or may not achieve our goals, we die. But how many of us complete their lives and not just end it? Will I sit on my death bed today, next month or 40 years from now and fe

    There is something about the idea I have of my future life/self that makes me unable to visualize that future except in a form of relativity. For a mind -my mind- that has been for long trained to view everything in the dichotomy of logic, it has always been so hard for me to think of what I want to become rather than what I really don't want to grow up into . Living within the ordinarity of our modern life it has been very fruitful to fill a basket of all the things I'd hate to be. From a person too blinded by power/ wealth/ beauty -or any other form of socially applauded superiorities- to see the little voices beneath me, to a health-professional who preaches people about eating more apples and eats a ton load of fries.     There is something about living amongst each other, with all our differences, that connects us despite our contrasts. Why else would we be too repulsed from each other if we weren't all the same -remember the poles of a magnet?-. And because of o

Eve r notice d ho w al l thos e bi g fight s ar e lef t hangin g no t becaus e w e don' t car e, bu t becaus e everyon e i s bus y fightin g th e littl e fight s i n hop e tha t someda y they'l l ad d u p t o somethin g.      Hone y, wak e u p.      Lo ok a t th e year s behin d u s an d realiz e tha t tim e i s onl y dimmin g th e fir e tha t wa s onc e burnin g insid e, an d no w we 're jus t collectivel y acclimate d t o havin g ou r fles h shed . - Th e me n tha t use d t o bur n over our bloo d spillin g.