This was no ordinary affair.  No agendas were presented to the delegates. The delegates were two. Three seemed like a crowd. There was something special about tonight. Nothing loud, just right. Candles paved the way. The flicker in the hallways was alright. Never mind the who or what, feel the heat of the moment. Tonight lips only an option, words were a taboo. The invisible crowd in the background held their breath awaiting her arrival. His heart beats were in unknown territory. He too awaited her arrival on the long forgotten midnight express.

The view from her window revealed street lights and vivid moving objects. Her eyes could only see his smile. His laid back form and ways relaxed her. Her eyes and looks unleash mystical powers that freeze him in a heavenly garden with her playing in the background. He wants to lip touch those rosy edible cheeks she has on her pretty, pretty face. Simple luscious drippings of chocolate cover the walls. With a whoosh of fresh air he feels her arrival, she knocks instead of ringing, how original he thinks?

The shimmering candle light reflects shadows of butterflies and hummingbirds in her footsteps, she enters with elegance, he takes a breath. She stops, turns around and so arrogantly, yet gracefully pecks him a kiss, barely noticeable to the viewers. His heartbeats ignite for the first time, he is alive and suddenly in love, and that was how our story begins. She knew it was real, for her feel was alive from her head to her heel, heal me she pleads, all I ask is the real feel tonight.

Like a little boy, he felt lost in a field of virgin waters, “what now”? he thought, she looked at him from the distant and said with her eyes “ follow me”. Her wish was his command, no demands whatsoever, no questions asked, he followed with a sense of thrill like no other. She lured him closer, that poor little boy, or was he? Wow! he wondered, to live the moment in the heat of that very moment, moment by moment, Imagine! every minute counted, all they counted on was their inner children to guide them through the darkness, the candles were there for the viewers.

He makes a move closer, she moves closer, he can feel the heat rising. She talks and he listens, she observes him hearing every breath she takes, for every breath she takes, and every move she makes, he watches her. He can’t seem to be able to hold his stallions from making a move, he has been fighting them back from the first time he laid eyes on her. Suddenly one Alpha male Arabian Stallion breaks loose, in a split second the herd is on the move. He grabs her closer from behind her neck and bites her lower lips with little cherry flavored lollipop actions. She surrenders to his sudden attack.

Exploration was never easy he thought, every inch of this masterpiece must be travelled thoroughly, not leaving a place untouched or caressed, he begins his travels with nothing but his bare hands and lips. He finds areas so fruitful he leaves for last, he sets out to search for more bounties on this unspoiled island, he knows where to look, as if guided by some internal guiding system, he sets the speed to crawl. She opens an eye to see where he is, although every inch he travels he leaves traces of goosebumps, her eyes witness him totally focused on his discoveries.

He watches her watching him, she arouses him even more with those oh so seductive luring eyes of hers, he feels her soft strong build, her body aches, his trembles, they hear a roar coming from behind and find two horses, one white, one black saddled up and ready to take them away, they jump on, into the night the two make love, the sounds that echoed in the hallways seemed to be a mixture of screaming winds, ocean waves, waterfalls and towards the end, fading waves hitting the shore line. Some say they were last seen doing what they do best on some deserted lush tropical Island sending the same sounds every night into the airwaves to remind people of the future of their daily rituals.

He had the best problem any man could have. Every time he completes a discovery in her mysterious inviting body he finds something else to attend to, even I envy the lucky devil!

At the time of publication she was not able to make any comments, her looks only spelt one thing: satisfaction. In the background he replenished his energy with a full spoon of that fine mountain honey

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

Every day we face something that moves us away or closer to our safety zone, comfort zone, box, whatever people call it, in my book its just what we are used to. Like sitting in a boat in the middle of the ocean, one wave pushes you out, and another pulls you back, without an oar, your sitting duck.

Life has many aspects to it that we seem to handle flawlessly, in many cases, we don’t know what to do, so we either move towards this new feeling or threat, in the same thinking pattern as “ the best defense is offense” or we hide and wait for the storm to pass, the problem with this one is, some storms seem to hover over your head, until you make your move.

As you grow younger, your internal guidance system handles most of your responses in auto pilot mode, if auto pilot was that good, why do we still need captains?

Change in lifestyle and atmospheres means adaptation,maneuverability, and change to the wise, and to the others, it means disaster. Comfort zone expansion is a relatively new idea to many, but let me share with you today my take on the subject.

We have to learn how to Smile n wave, at least for a while.

• If someone threatens you by their looks or power and you have nothing to do, smile n wave. Everyone gets his time, and everyone is special in his own way.
• If your boss manages to humiliate you for the day, smile n wave. The tables always turn on the idiots, its only a matter of time.
• If you lose it all on Wall street or main street, smile n wave, as my Idol Virgin records creator & serial entrepreneur & visionary Sir Richard Branson puts it” business ideas are like buses, there’s always another one coming soon”.
• If someone hurts your feelings intentionally and shatters your heart, smile n wave, hearts are meant to be broken, and their heart will face the same in some distant time, what goes around, comes around.
• If someone takes away their kids from their mom and makes her crumble, smile n wave. In the end your kids have a certain feel and pull towards their moms heart, no one can stop.
• If your lover or wanna be lover makes it hard to understand them, makes it hard to break in, smile n wave, you are what you are, and me and you know how great you are, their loss, your gain, you get to explore more.
• If your parents treat you bad when you are young, and don’t understand that you too have a personality, just do what I would do, smile n wave, you eventually show them how great you are, by becoming you, and welcoming them in with unconditional love.
• If he took you for granted and handled your feelings with total chaos, look him in the eye, and smile n wave. You know what? nothing kills a guy or girl more than losing the best thing that ever happened to them to a total stranger who gets to enjoy a more ripe individual and indulges in their love.
• If you get abused for your race, face, or place in the world, smile n wave and please tell me of a thing that stood the test of time? or did all the dictators of the world, every single one of them face his destiny and crumble to their knees? keep waving! ok you can stop now, stop! ok if you insist let’s do it one more time, this time high in the air, like morons, but instead of smiling and waving, this time wave and smile!
• If the pressures of your days tries to break you and presses even harder, push it away for a second and squeeze a smile n wave in its face, pressures make you stronger and if you manage them will make you softer in the right places.
• If you think that my talk is totally whack and crazy, do what I just did, smile n wave, wave n smile

Life is a bunch of Islands, if you like where you live, then OK, if you don’t and think the bigger Island promises more of everything, then hop on, but never, never let them captivate your soul, and if you catch my wave, then Islands are living ideas, feelings, people, things, places and most of all temporary parking spaces, only turn off your switch when you feel the feel is right, otherwise, hit the road Jack! oh and one for the road

• & wave, & wave!

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

He: HI honey how was your day?

She: Well it was OK I can say, not too great though.

He: Why baby, you just got promoted last week to regional manager, and the challenges were more, you love that don’t you?

She: its not that, its…

He: Yes?

She: Its about me and you, I think we should schedule a nice long talk soon.

He: Now. What is on your mind honey? please let me know, I know I have been traveling too much lately, but I do miss you, you know that.

She: Yes…but..

He: Talk baby, what’s bothering you, I insist to know it all, just let it out.

She: Are you sure you want to know everything? I mean all the issues and things, now? today?

He: OK this sounds serious, please stop it and tell me.

She: Only if you insist, and will try to understand my point.

He: Sure.

She: There’s another man in my life, actually many more men in my life. I tried to find what I was looking for, and now there is someone who wants me for who I am, wants to be with me forever, sorry, but I share feelings for him, and I want a divorce as soon as possible. Do not worry about our three children, we are both grown ups, and we can handle it. Please understand where I’m coming from.

He: Silence.

She: Please don’t do that, talk to me, you always stay quite when I say something, always have neglected my thoughts and feelings, you always do this,I hate it, over the last 5 years you have been only nice to me, never for me, never close to me, all gone with the wind.

He: More silence, slight redness to the face. Temperature & pressure rising. Steam off.

She: Come on! say something! I need to know anything, talk to me.

He: And…what else?

She: What do you mean what else? much more… If you insist since its our last confrontation… All my travels were with boyfriends, I told the world I was divorced, I respected who you were and they never knew you..

He: Haahaaahahaaaaaaaaaa thank you!

She: There goes that sarcastic tone of yours again! And most of the times we never slept together I was afraid you might catch something, as I had many mild infections, but that’s too much details for you, sorry.

He: Thank you again, I am astonished at your classy manners and well being, your bringing up was of the finest high class standards we all dream of having, continue darling, please continue… I am intrigued..

She: Sarcasm will get you no where! And don’t you dare talk about my family! you know who they are and what they can do to you, unlike people I know..

He: Well honey, I have something to tell you too.

She: What now? you wanna divorce me? I asked for it anyway, what you are shocked at he news? what? what?

He: I have a wife and a kid, I do not have any girlfriends, I do not sleep with you because you don’t want me to, thats all no diseases, I respect your family, but disagree with their product that’s all, I never stopped loving you, I gave you my full respect and believed in you, I tried many times to warn you of your friends and lifestyle, I made myself so I know the pitfalls of this life we live, I never inherited anything, I worked hard to make us happy, now its someone else’s fate to be happy with me. In my attempt to watch over you for safety reasons, I stumbled upon your escapades and was devastated years ago, if you remember I took a long 30 day vacation to our Island beach house, but that was ages ago, I have been asked to get rid of you, but I couldn’t, you were the world to me, I trusted you unconditionally, now I can’t, sorry, but I have learnt that we need to move on, you chose to move on today, I have moved on 3 years ago darling.

She: On her knees fainting, disillusioned, confused, petrified, stabbed in the heart.

He: I have all arrangements in place for you and my children, my lawyers have taken all actions, you took so long to come out of your closet. Oh! and my wife says I need to stand by your side till you get better, I think you know her, your best friend Sheila, the one that always warned you about what you were doing, but you told her to get a life…she took your advice.

They say the truth is best unsaid…is it?

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

In a world of change and fast pace we tend to get carried away with it waves and oceans on a daily basis, before long you look back to check how far away you sailed, only to find you are in uncharted waters.As we humans tend to be the best habitants of this earth of ours, and also have the ability to change like chameleons to match our surroundings, we can manage. if you slow down a bit and look around you and above you and under you, you can see what you missed on your fast pace run to nowhere.

We have this tendency to be harsh on our self, we behave in a socially acceptable manner which is not exactly what we want, except for the fantastic few. This group of people have learnt at an early age to make tough decisions, to take risks, to handle their choices with utter bravery. If I was to categorize myself I would pretty much say I belong to the wanderer risk taker, accept no bull person.

But I, like many others, have many defaults and mistakes, I have also taken forever to reach such relief and total control of what I want in my life. You too have this embedded in you somewhere depending on your upbringing and reading and teachings, you just have to dig for it and make it surface.This is not a joking matter, it is dead serious. Everyday you hear gossip and talk about so & so, everyday you pretend that you do not like gossip but lend an ear, and ask some questions.

What you are doing when you listen to gossip is basically check how better you are than the hero of this gossip session, she is the benchmark that you want to run away from. When you accept to be treated badly, you chose, when you are betrayed and stayed for the ride, you chose. When your gut feeling tells you something, and you refuse to listen to that FM station, you shut it off, and you are held accountable.

From my humble and small experience I can say that people fall into two categories, those who accept and live along, and those who refuse and live happy. People come in all flavors, different colors and looks, many scales of beauty, and in all sizes and two sexes. We cannot continue to say females are weaker, or men are aggressive apes, things have changed.

Here you have miss sunshine with Mr. Ego male, she knows he has his defaults that will end their relationship someday, but she accepts because he is the talk of the town. On the other corner you have Mr. perfect man with his drop dead gorgeous wife that only loves him for his bling and prestige, he to knows the end is close, but drags on his bitter winter days, all year long.

Both examples are real, they come in many mixes and combinations, in all civilizations and nations across the globe. I used to accept my relationships with all the hassles and baggage, emotional and garbage, and say it is my destiny. Then one day I woke up and said what does the other side look like like? Nothing was the same from that moment on. I tend to have this message hovering over my head that reads” My gain, your loss” You see I have control over my life now, not you anymore, you dragged me down, now I have to move on.

I make mistakes as I type, so imagine my life. I accept my rough mistakes and bury them with the daily dust we go through, with its good and bad moments. Over my two relationships( marriages) on a span of 15 years I can say this” you owe it to yourself to find tranquility, even if it means getting rid of your partners” tough talk, I know, but I did it. Many can argue with me, you were dumped, or I dumped the partner, I can assure you that I had a massive hand in it for it to happen. And after that my life was like a yo-yo, we all love yo-yo’s you know then you get sick and slow down, but you are always happy.

When a girl or woman says get lost, I obey. You say in a cute way, what about love? I say love comes and goes, the good one comes when its least expected, who told you that the one you are in love with is the best thing for you?forever?and ever? check it out every once and a while for comfort and to make sure it is. So what do you do when a boy says its over, I don’t find myself in you? you accept and move on, no questions asked, like an original guarantee. You can call me heartless, I can defend my case till the last drop that I am full of heart and live in heart land. The only problem I face with the subject is how it is taken lightly and wrongly, and eventually given a bad rap.

To be happy you need to stay happy, day in, day out, for in the end its the totals that count. For instance if you have 360 days in the year and you are happy for 30 days in the year, sorry dear lovebird, you ain’t got a clue about happiness. Its when you can remember more laughs than fights, more excitement than fear, more joy than frowns, more hugs than slaps, that’s when you can say you are a happy go lucky individual.

Nothing deserves you more than you, so when you say good bye my love, I say hello stranger. No one should have control over your visions, dreams, happiness but you. You are the most special person in the world to you, if the other partner cannot see that, move on. When you combine two peoples lives you should have a stronger, more lovable, more powerful person made, not a stronger one and weaker lost other! I hate the people that suck the living daylight out of beautiful young souls and throw them bones to the dogs, then come back complaining that they are not up-to their standards.

Next time you call someone and say its over, you better mean it, it is not a joke, or game you can play. Letting go of a loved one is almost impossible, but please remember an important fact regarding this issue; Is she the one? is he the last lover? why did this happen? should I fix it or bust it? Should I pump more life into it? or let it dry & die? Is it worth my most valuable assets, my heart & life? or is it a liability that only seems to grow?

In the end its your call. Love is wonderful, love is magic in the making, love is the most talked and seeked feeling on earth, love can move mountains and create fresh water springs in our imagination that quench our love thirst, love makes the world go round, love ensures us of a better tomorrow, love mends and heals, love brings sweet tears to ones eyes, loves brings you to your knees willingly and happily, loves makes you smile unconditionally when you walk alone in your mind at night, love is the air we breath, without it I can imagine all of Solomon’s mines worthless, for who shall I give it to when I find it?

Just before I sign out, don’t forget to check your happy levels, and trust me on this one, you are the most precious person that ever lived, that needs to be loved unconditionally, and with no strings attached, and you can be very greedy, yes you can, you can have it all, leave nothing for the others, its all yours for the taking.

One condition though! if no one wants to be with you for whatever reason, do what I do, look the other way and move on. Its all good

Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

I write to you my valentine…

Today:Today is the night I am not with you darling. Tonight I miss your simple seductive smile. Tonight I needed you here beside me. Tonight I missed that sweet fresh aroma that evaporates through your soft skin. Tonight I needed someone to cherish the moments. Tonight I needed to wander off in the night with my love.

You: You know how you make me feel and you pretend you don’t. You know what makes me tick and you tock. You have what it takes to fulfill my widest fantasies in any woman. You leave traces all over my memory lanes. You whisper your love to me time and time again and I want more to feel secure. You make me secure. You know my strength is nothing without your love. You energize my laid back me, raise that heat baby.

I: I never knew you could exist. I always wanted someone special to take me away. I need to rest, let me surrender willingly without a fight or white flag, I am yours. I need you to take care of me, for I am nothing but a child in a grown mans outfit. I seek your warmth and unconditional love, seek me down. I imagine it with you, in my wildest moments you fill my screens. I searched for many years and many people to know you. I love the fact that love was made for you, for my love was always for you.

Who? Who would have ever imagined we saw each other years ago, you were a baby, I was a boy?. Who would have known that on your wedding day, you would end up in my arms many years later?. Who would have known that we needed to go separate ways to ends up this way? Who would say we were meant to be? Who said love was blind? Who knows my love is fine girl.. but you. Who needs love when I have you, for it is you that brings that feeling out in me.

Your: Your cheeks turn me on baby. Your walk brings me closer. Your sunshine lights my paths towards tranquil summer nights in your arms. Your calls pull my heart’s chords. Your voice reassures me of a better day. Your baby like manners astonish me. Your curiosity and bravery make me proud. Your jealousy keeps me guessing. Your hot buttons are my play. Your angry moments also turn me on. Your fire lights my desire.

Imagine: Imagine me and you. Imagine what we can do. Imagine the places we can see. Imagine the birds we see take flight and fly out of sight. Imagine us taking those funny pictures together. Imagine your selfish self thinking about making a run for the bus while I pack the shopping bags. Imagine my smiles and plan to get back at you. Imagine how I steal your fries without you looking. Imagine me and you at a toy store pretending were 5 again. Imagine you driving my new car, and me next to you scared stiff. Imagine me in leather pants at our wedding. Imagine the melting ice cream licked off your lips. Imagine your showers being disturbed by none other than loverboy. Imagine our story together.

Why? Why do I want to go shopping with you at 3 in the morning on a rainy day? Why do I want to see Rome’s cathedrals with your eyes. Why do I want to take you to Cinderella’s castle and watch how you behave my little darling? Why do I want to get on a merry go round with you and scream fanatically stealing your cotton candy? Why do I care what people say when we play in the mall? Why wouldn’t I run after you in a car park? Why can’t I take you to a fancy restaurant and when the bill comes I take off & run screaming? Why can’t I wake you up in the middle of the night and make you share my ice cream?

We: We should be together. We should never waste a minute. We don’t want anything but us. We love together. We belong as one. We feel each other. We need each others comfort. We will be, wether we wait to see, or see the wait disappear. We can make it once we unite as one. We start at the end in mind and pause for eternity. We have that feeling of belonging  we cannot live without. We learned enough alone, now we need to learn together. We seem to understand more in each others arms. We are thirsty for hugs and kisses, but only the real ones.

Let me: Let me wrap around you my arms to protect you from whatever may come close to you. Let me kiss that neck of yours and caress that silky hair that smells oh so good. Let me touch you there, and there and maybe there, ok just one more there. Let me explore my treasure in total darkness with nothing but a candle to warm and guide me. Let me bring the woman in you all night long. Let me explore and adore and hear you say encore’. Let me be your bad boy tonight and every night. Let me be your warm delight. Let me tickle you with my rough edges, slowly scratching your sweet soft complexion. Let me run wild in your wilderness my sweet devilish angel.

When all I can see is you, take my heart and guide me in. Please don’t let another Valentine go by without you by my side.

“Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.” -Albert Einstein

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

She accepted with a look of confusion on her face. She was not sure what she wanted. She was not about to refuse her fathers request. She was a bright one, the future lay ahead of her. She was her mothers pride and joy. Her friends loved her. They were all dreamers and believers in the wonderful world we live in. They jumped in joy and laughter. They played and played some more. She looks in the mirror to see her pretty face. She is faking a smile. She is happy and all her body is in stun mode. She loves her parents. She loves her older brothers. She really loves them. She loves them to death. She was a silent and lovely lolita. Her smiles light up their modest home. She was a happy go lucky girl. She knew she loved him. For he was her man, he was her brave defender, he was her soldier and warrior to the outside world, he was everything she ever wanted, she would confide in him, she would follow him to the moon and back, he would never harm her, he would always put her ahead of his desires and needs, he would laugh and play with her, he was her father.

She looks one more time in the mirror, her reflections confirm her beauty and disillusion her focus, she is confused. She awaits her magical moment as they say, she wants happiness to fill the world, she will be the proud daughter that her family adores and loves. She will be the talk of the town they told her, they never mentioned that the newspapers would carry her story, they never mentioned the other channels of human communication she was heading for.

Her knight in shining armor arrives with an upbeat of her heart. She is ready for him, or is she? he arrives and before him their modest home is filled with goodies that all her family likes, cars are only part of the gifts, for her brothers and father, she has caused them all to smile, happiness was her middle name.

The groom in shining clothes arrives and the ceremony is on. The long yards of food fill the empty space, enough to feed 500 people, yet only 10 are there. She steals a peak through the crack in the door, there he is talking to her father, there he is shaking hands to her title, for today she is his, from today the ownership moves from father to husband, the price is paid in full, she is finally his. This groom is not in love with this bride, it is only marriage, sick style! He has taken his prize for having money, he could afford her, he bought her, her father sold her, she paid the price in full, with a sweet naive smile, she smiled and I damned the people involved in such murders of gentle souls and spirits.

My anger is not from the fact that her husband is 80 years old, my total disgust and sadness strikes me deep when you know that the bride was 12.

The girls mother was divorced and wanted an end to her evil selfish son of a cow father who sold his little child for money, she was 12! only 12, not 21….12 the devil. She was a baby in any families eyes, a cute little girl, he was only 60 he claimed in court, wow! if I could only hang him from his feet upside down and show him off in some deserted area with a big neon sign that spells “ Deadly & Insane Child abuser” beside him I would have the father, the guy that married them and the witnesses including the guests.

The sad thing is the girl refused to get a divorce, for it was her fathers happiness she was after, the poor soul.

p.s. The above story is a based on a true story, ongoing as I type, it sadly takes place in my country, I hope it is escalated and magnified to put an end to this sick practice involving innocent young angels, in the end all angels win, devils fail and fall.

mamdooh.alradadi

He bumped into her on a casual friday at about lunch time. He was away from the office for a meeting and then decided to have lunch with his friends for a change, especially with all that junk food they bring to the office. Change is good, the food is great, the bunch of idiots he calls friends complete his day. She was with her cousins and friends. She stood out. her smile was breath taking, Her eyes, well they were inviting and held stories. She made eye contact with him half an hour into their meal. She knew he was something, not in a dollar kind of way, although he was a stand out himself, laid back and all. It was his charismatic appeal and feel from a distance.

The rest was history.

Their fast paced tango was here and there in a blink. They were madly, deeply, fanatically in love. He saw in her his completeness and softness. She saw in him her dreams and childhood knight in shining armor. It was magical, yet logical and real. They uttered in one another’s ears what no one could make any sense of, yet to them it sent love vibes and ticklish playful caresses down their spines. Their days were full of activities and combined fun. There was no me in them, it was all an act of self contained love and happiness. Agendas were not apparent nor hidden. They came to a point where they could feel one another miles apart. It was love at first bite.

He had been saving before he met her, he was an active lively person, wild by nature, saving to him was a burden. Although he has intense financial knowledge and business interactions, he was a slave to his ambitions and desires. He was well travelled and carried a dream wherever he went. He wanted to find a far away place and steal someone’s heart one day and live there forever. Finally! he thought as he talked his lover into it. It took him a while until he managed, especially with a 5 year old son. She accepted willingly and wholeheartedly to his fantasy. Just to see his eyes in the morning, every morning while he is living it would be a thing to die for. It was mad love at its best, sometimes your belief of what love really is can be misguiding.

She was feeling the strangest of feelings taking over her, lifting her to higher grounds, bypassing all known love boundaries.

They move away and leave it all behind, promising to stay in touch with their loved ones. Their loved ones cry in happiness and sadness to see them leave. The son is extremely psyched up, for he is the combination of two great people, how great is this kid?

On a tropical island in some ocean and some natives working on the many plantations they find their nest. In a dream come true story they rule the scene and each continues to blossom. The boy is a crazy little one, so bright and intelligent he scares his parents. His mind would be a fascinating place to explore. The father lover makes use of his knowledge and starts to make more money to feed and please his small family. The Mrs.Love is so in to her hubby and son she completes them and has her own gig going on, love is in the air.

Splashing and playing around daily was a ritual, for here the fun was 80% and the work was less than 10% they never could figure out the other 10%? the island visitors would envy them for their courage and lifestyle, and then a doubtful BUT at the end of each conversation, the couple laughed back and continued swimming. When you’re that much in love, you start to wonder how great can it get? but when you don’t have an ending point, you go on loving. The sad things in life never matter, and when they do, they hurt.

At a party the two are dancing away and suddenly, out of no where, she collapses, she faints, she is moved to a hospital, at the ER waiting area, a young male doctor hands him her diamond wedding bands to keep for safety.

Cancer he is told, and its spreading fast, too fast, days are all she’s got. in a single moment all his life crumbles, confusion fills his rooms, frustration that nothing can be done takes its toll on him, he looks at his son in the other room and breaks to pieces. She dies that night in her sleep while he has her in his arms. He loves to cuddle up, she adores it, her last breaths were swift and fast like an angel departing to an unknown place in the skies above us. His son walked in and asked him if she is dead, and his father looks at him in total despair and broken heart manner, what can he say? the son awaits the answer and asks one more time, yes, he answers, and off the boy runs.

After the funeral the fact keeps coming back at him, the facts that seem to expand as he breathes, he is faced with a bitter reality, he is tragically in a state of shock and disbelief for every waking hour. He cannot let go. What will he do now? where will he go? how can he manage? so many questions need immediate answers, he chooses to cry. As he cries his child gives him that last blow in the face:

“Daddy… I want to die. How can I do it? please help me”. “Why son?” he screams in tears…

“I want to be with mommy”, replies the little voice.

When you say “I Love you darling” do you really mean it? and do you know what it really is?

Love triangles are a rare breed, when you find one, cherish every waking hour and day, live your dreams together, make new years look like a normal day, go ahead and spoil yourself and indulge in the only real thing left on this planet.

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

In the corners of the red sea, a school of fish is swimming doing what they do best, swim around. They play and feed on the smaller fish and whatever seems to be available. Boys and girls in total harmony, they have had their formal education at community colleges and the lucky few at the hall of fame upscale schools.

Survival is the key to their success, the fittest and leanest will see another day, every day is a new and enjoyable experience and chance to do all that you can do in your life. One hour in fish time is treated like a lifetime.

They give new meaning to “ a life time experience”.A new couple are introduced to one another by the reef, they chuckle and acknowledge one another, cheers they wave their glasses high in the air, and exchange winks.

They can see the humans at the surface on top of a cruise liner celebrating this one year thing they call new year, every year, same time they see the sky above light up to the sight of firecrackers and extravaganza shows. They know it ends when they see the drunken humans bottles hitting the seas floors with a thump and the big ship moves away with its annoying engine sounds.

The new kids start seeing each other at the local hidden seaweed cafe, they sit and chat, bubbles every where with their messages appearing inside like some cartoon. “You have your mothers eyes, I like the way you move, your fast and sexy” she looks down in a shy manner. “ what do you do for a living?” she asks. “ I’m a scout, we patrol the area making sure no predators are too close” with a sign of proudness he declared. “I know this place by the reef which is very romantic at dusk, wanna come check it out?” and off they go.

On the way they share a ipod swinging to the beats of 50 bones new album, the most notorious rapper in the red sea, known for his in your face raps and controversial lyrics, his latest hit “ mermaids want me” was on WTV’s top charts for 6 weeks( unheard of in the under water world) earning him Platinum status. All the teens love him for his out of the water attitude and way of life. Fish live and move in schools, he is their one way ticket to bad boy land.

They get to the reef and the sights and sounds are just irresistibly romantic. The silence and view is gill blocking. They look into each others eyes, they have no time to waste, this is the time, this is our time, we know it, its that feeling you get when you see someone and think you know them. They tango. The music has changed to more romantic chill-out lounge moods, they dance and romance the stone. He tells her to close her eyes, she smiles.

He runs away looking for those oysters in danger land, he tickles them open, he steals the pearls one after the other, he finds a small human fishing line, bites it right, drills the pearls and one after the other makes way for the most amazing necklace fit for a queen and swims back.” open your eyes” he bubbles, “what took you so long? OH MY GOD!” she screams.

In our lifetime days are numbers, in fish lifetimes days are lifetimes. They embrace the moments and move fast, they are the talk of the town, they love it. They have contained the issue and it is theirs, they don’t mind the hollywood gossip, let them fish off! they think, its our life, and we do what we do best, make babies.

They marry and leave to make their home in the anemone area, an upscale area where only the rich and famous clownfish reside, clownfish make people happy, so they make the most money, fish need to laugh you sea, living with the daily dangers the face. These fish got it right you sea, only what matters counts. The listen to the customer, and deliver, and the customer in return pays top dollar.

The babies arrive, all cute and adorable. Boys and girls in a 50/50 split. The children grow up and are soon on their own to discover the sea world on their own. The personalities are very different than the parents, the parents are proud of their produce( remember this word).

The children escape their surroundings, swimming here and their, fast and furious best describes them, they are fat yet nimble, nice and juicy catch as we humans call them. The no swimming area is where the deadly fish swim and lethal humans come to catch. The reason for the crowd is simple,food! the fish can’t seem to remember anything, or who their deadly others are from time to time, everything is based on today, what happened yesterday or last hour is history.

If it was one thing i can say that is the deadliest thing that fish have its their memory, what memory?

Anyway, the young ones are all heading home as they notice their missing adventurer brother? the time is getting late for our games and fun, and he has been missing for hours.

“ How would you like to have it sir?” politely asked the waiter to some family at some fancy sea food restaurant in some 5 star hotel. “ Have it baked and add some herbs to it only, this fish tastes good like that”. replied the mother on the table.

Two families, two tales ;P

Enjoy the moments.

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

She lives a lonely life, He wonders what went wrong, they share the same goodnights, only oceans apart. He rushes out in the morning, grabbing his bag and coffee on the way out, no one in sight to say good morning to. She bids her cats farewell, the smell of her home has a missing ingredient, its that belong feeling.

She washes up her plates, after a candlelight dinner, she always had an extra plate just in case. He parks the car, walks out with a small bag of groceries in one hand, and a fast food bag in the other, he misses home cooked food.

Another great weekend he thinks, as he drives back home after a weekend at the beach, his sound system is playing oldies.She hangs up her phone, after a long talk with her mom, she misses those hugs, but she must move on with her life.

She pampers herself in the finest of creams and aromatic oils, she compliments it with a spray of some light french perfume and goes to bed. His passion for laughter keeps him alive, he always has a laugh or two, then calls it a night.

He wonders and wonders what if & why? all the time, the chime comes back with no answers to his calling. She thinks of a better day, and find its today, she had to pay and pray, just to end up like this… in total dismay.

They both look at their ceilings, as if in total synergy, at the exact moments and across many distant lands. They all join hands without touching one another, they don’t know that every night, as they switch off the lights and call it a day, thousands and millions of others are  all looking at their ceilings. They don’t have to close their eyes, for when its total darkness, what good is an eye?

Its pay back time! the sounds come crawling in at night. “Its time me and you had a little talk and face the truth, just you and me”, the little voice uttered in a shallow and eerie voice. They all adhere to this close encounter with their own thinking, no cheating or hiding now, only simple facts. As much as they try to shoo this voice away, as much as they need to relieve themselves, they struggle.

Depending on the level of these poor souls at night, some may take a few minutes and give in, and some may take a whole hour of dodging to break. The voice is sure it will get an answer, it has nothing to lose and nowhere else to be.

In one voice, in one shattering moment, in one heart beat and in total harmony, they all breath out the words:

“Yes I am lonely”, now leave me alone!

Its never too late to change the facts, or the facts will change you, search, but when you search, keep an open mind, and focus on the real things you want in life, choose wisely and precisely, and ride out the storms together, I guess you’re saying “ Look who’s talking” and I would reply

“ Yes I am lonely”.

“The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.”~ Mother Teresa

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

The corporate struggles and fights turn him on, the wisdom gained daily intrigues him, the power plays make him more powerful, he loved it. He was once a young entry level worker, he worked the crowds, he moved, he was swift and nimble.

Problems were like jigsaw puzzles, each one had a perfect finish. The pieces had to fit, if they didn’t he forged them. The big mystery of business is his key, it keeps him going, light years in information advantages, he grows. They call them senior managers, they deliver results, he leads the way. People that know him like him, people that don’t just envy him, he walks on by. It was a normal sight when he was at work, they all kind of look the same after several years of work. he did stand out to a certain extent, well a bit different.

He had just one thing that everyone that knew him loved, he was himself when he left the corporate walls. He led a pretty normal life, he was around 36 years old.

The day was long and the hours took their toll, he only noticed that it was past 5 at 6pm, he loved what he did, and it loved him back. He packs his bag, closes his pc and heads to the parking. This is the fun part he enjoys, he looks in total admiration at his brand new 3 month old Fiery Red Ferrari parked between a white BMW and a Black Mercedes Benz, picture perfect he smiles. The other two cars are his friends cars, they think he’s crazy.

His lady roars at the start of the engine, he touches the gas it screams in a silent but deadly manner, a kind of yawn a Ferrari does after a short nap or long sleep, but always ready to play and obey her master. He drives away while texting his love. He stands at the traffic light and notices movement in the Range rover next to him, 3 girls are all smiles, he smiles back, checks the incoming message and hits the gas. The girls wonder what went wrong?

He parks his car next to a famous upscale mall, no saudi head gear now, he gets out of the car and enters the mall heading straight for that famous shop that seems to break his bank account every once in a while. He looks around the place, the manager spots him and is all smiles. He smiles back, but notices a beautiful lady wrapped in fine clothing with a strong perfume filling the place. She looks at him top to bottom and looks away, the diamonds in her hand seem to light her pretty make up free face.

He is shown some fine swiss watches and his interest today is in a girlie watch not one for him. He suddenly notices the fine lady looking his way, he turns but nothing, must be his fascination playing games with his ego. He finishes up and is about to leave when the manager calls him and whispers something in his ears. He suddenly moves towards the lady on the plush chair and kneels down and whispers something in her ears, and leaves.

He goes into a few other places and after an hour or so he decides to call it quits and head out. Just around the corner from the mall, he notices the car beside him, an Alpine white BMW with the sweetest thing his eyes had seen today sitting in the back seat with her curtains and window down. His ego and childish attitude take him away from his senior post at the firm and presses hard on the throttle, screaming ear deafening sounds make their way throw those 12 cylinders and wide quad exhausts at the back, you could almost see fire build up.

Why on earth did I do that he thinks? The windows and curtains go back up, and the Bimmer drives off, he lost her interest. He drives close behind to see where she is going, and just then she parks in some fancy new vip ladies beauty salon. He drives by and hovers from far, looks like I did lose her he affirms himself. he heads home, takes his shower, changes into something comfy and has a quick coffee and heads back out. He knows that his road is not this one, but he has this feeling that he might bump into her one more time, why? he does not know?

He corners hard in a crazy speed and is now on the same street he last saw her, the BMW is parked and a big smile hits his face. He watches from a distance and suddenly out of the place comes out a more striking lady with shorter hair style and sharper more playful looks he revs up the engines and makes a quick entry, slowing down as he approaches her door.

“Did I upset you?” he says, “What do you want?” she replies? “ I want to tell you I am married, and happy! so please stop annoying me!” “ I only need an hour and I will never bother you again, I promise”  to his surprise, this married woman is walking towards his car, signaling to her driver to go!

She hands him her bag, enters his ride, and closes the door slowly, just like he likes it. She turns to him and looks at her Frank Muller watch and in a very authoritative voice tells him” You have 59 minutes remaining”. He likes what he sees, and obeys with a quick but playful nod. He speeds away on the back streets of that upscale road, the music of his cars engine and the shocking beauty next to him complete his day.

She lets the wind caress her hair, giving her a more viscous look that only ignites more tingles in our drivers already jumping-in-joy body, he feels 18 again. She likes him and takes out a cigarette, he puts his hand on the lighter and smiles “ Not here”, she ignores him and inhales, he parks the car and opens her door, “I said no smoking in my car please!, get out.” She leaves the car in extreme disbelief, only to find themselves parked at  the fanciest lounge in town, a young boy comes to park the car, they just arrived in style, she smiles in a very seductive way.

They go to a table with an American Express reserved card on top of it. They sit down, order some drinks, he orders two shisha’s and she reminds him of the time, he reaches down and hands her a small bag, she wonders. She opens it up and finds a little red cartier box, in it she finds a cartier ring with 3 solitaire diamonds nicely seated on platinum, she sends him a flying kiss, he blushes.

She gently picks up her Louis Vuitton and opens it and pulls out a rather large wrapped gift, she hands him the box, he quickly boyishly unwraps slowly, then asks permission to tear it apart, she accepts, he opens it to find his favorite new watch on the market, a brand new lately released cartier skeleton wrapped in carbon, speed, practical and fun, just like me he thinks, how thoughtful of her he wonders.

They can’t believe the crazy moments, they just wonder what is going on? As they are putting the things away, the manager comes running and tells them to quickly run, the religious police are outside and are about to enter, they escape fast and jump into their car, unluckily though a police car is situated behind his car, “STOP!” the police scream, they ignore and jump in the car and send so much smoke in the air the policeman barely sees where they went, the chase is on.

Corner bending, tires burning, engines roaring she is in total disbelief and is scared to the point of no return! He looks at her in a cool fashion, “Its going to be OK” she looks ahead, he hits on the gas harder, the sirens and annoying lights in his rear view mirror are increasing, he speeds away.

After 15 minutes of dodging cars and policemen, they drive into a nice neighborhood and he grabs a remote control and hits the button opening his garage, he quickly hides his car and closes the door, as he does he hears the sirens closer, they pass his door, what they see is only an Alpine white BMW parked outside,but no red Ferrari.

He looks at her and smiles “I still have 15 minutes please run up to my bedroom and one more thing, Happy anniversary honey”. She runs upstairs in very seductive flirty manner, looks back gives him that look, the look that kills him and disappears.

A modern day fairy tale.

p.s. they did stay in that room for more than 15 minutes ;P

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com