Sound of a poet/Isams klummer-Isams columns 2011
Højre hjernehalvdel: Skriv det ned!
21. januar 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/dk/article/2011/01/20/22/3753-90/index.xml
YouTube-revolutionen i Tunesien
Gamle ministre sidder i den nye regering
Right Hemisphere: write it down! Alas and woe.
The creative part of the brain is never quiet when you live to be very creative. "
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And you never know when you have to stop everything to write an idea down. Sharing life with a creative person can be damn annoying.
The brain is constantly in motion. 24-7! Nonstop! Get an idea, while on the toilet: Write it down! Or in bio: Write it down! Middle of the night: Write it down! While driving: Keep your car to the side, and write it down!
While she talks to you: Write it down! While you're on vacation: Write it down!
How you look at it, get ideas is always inconvenient, and there must be an effort to take time out and write it down.
I do not know how many times I have had conversations with people where I also get an idea about something completely different - and it always ends with me asking a question to which he has just the answer to, so you work full-blown.
That is the price, otherwise the idea is lost.
The creative lives of the good ideas and you never know when they come!
This column was inspired by a creative friend's story that might as well have been my own.
He sits with his better half in a restaurant in one of Turkey's numerous beach cities. They have started in an exciting conversation over a romantic dinner with candles and everything.
Suddenly he hears something in the music in the background, but he says nothing to her, because he obviously can multitask - so she babble on. He tries to maintain eye contact with the right eye while he left with trying to locate where the inspiration comes from.
Inspiration (a piece of music) lasts a short time and never comes again, unfortunately. So he'll have to interrupt her, stand up and fast approaching rush up to the cashier / dj 'a full and ignoring his wife who disappears in the background waving saltshaker:' Honey, it's so right here! "
Excuse me, but what is the song that we hear right now? "He asks the cashier. She acknowledged nothing, and there is obviously nothing on a burned CD. Then she asks the waiter who goes in and asks the chef, asking the dishwasher, which propels a random name out, but quickly corrects him by the chef.
'Essek (donkey), which dares you to think that the fueling, we play right now, written by himself Baris Manco (Turkish legend)! Have you no honor?, "He says.
Dish transferee is offended and starts to defend himself while the waiter looks hopeless and despairing back to my friend, as disappointing returns to an angry girlfriend. So is it, one wonders: Is it really worth it?
The YouTube-revolution in Tunisia
Old ministers sitting in the new government
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Døden er noget mærkeligt noget
7. januar 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/dk/article/2011/01/07/11/3002-89/index.xml
At påskønne
At tage for givet
Death is something strange
Death puts New Year resolutions and bad habits in relief for today's columnist."
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I start the new year by promising myself that now it must be, now I take up the struggle with bad habits. While some decide to quit smoking, so I decide to quit nail biting, burp or to write text messages while I'm driving.
But then I lose a peer friend! He has had cancer for some years now, so everyone around him has grown accustomed to his illness, including myself. Just a few months ago, we eat dinner at my place with some friends. And although he sometimes coughs continuously for three or four minutes, so we know that he will recover and friendship can continue.
Today he is not with us anymore
I've never lost someone so close. It is truly an original feeling in me. But I must admit that the feeling has emerged in the periphery before, in the form of an acquaintance, someone's father / mother, but I have always been the third part.
But the feeling of losing a man, I actually have a friendship with is strange.
First, I am shocked, then a little empty, humble and reflective, and I remember the experiences we shared in this world, in this life.
I dare not imagine how it must be to lose one of my parents, and certainly not a child. The last may be the hardest thing in the world.
I've never cried at a funeral and I did not at my friend's. But now when it gets closer and closer, I can feel that the heart moves. Actually it is a rare sight for me to see a man cry. My experience tells me that a woman is better connected to the heart and therefore finds it easier to show emotions. They fired it off.
I'm not afraid to die, since it could be my turn next time - and we shall surely all the way sooner or later, but I really have difficulty expressing emotions at funerals. My thoughts are elsewhere than the heart.
Take the first time I'm a young guy's funeral, the family chose to let the coffin be open during the prayer. I stand and stare at him and can not help thinking: 'He sleeps after all! There should just pricked him, so he wakes up, right?!
Death is cousin of sleep' and the only physical difference between death and life are the 21 grams, we lose ourselves when we leave the world.
An advice for the New Year: Live life each day as if it were your last day, gives more and try to bitche less.
To appreciate
Taking everything for granted
LS2/Tue
4. februar2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/dk/article/2011/02/03/22/2228-90/index.xml
Demostrationer til højre og venstre
Trafikpropper i nord og syd
1001 kebabs of Istedgade
Why are kebab places side by side in Vesterbro? Surely it can not be good for business. Today's columnist is trying to find the answer."
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An acquaintance has just opened a steakhouse in Istedgade, and best of all, it's all halal! Copenhagens first halal steak house called Sizzling Steaks. I can not wait to taste the tenderloin with the hottest sauce, but first I have to find a parking space.
I drive past the restaurant and see that there are opening a new restaurant right next door, which is called something with kebab, which is across Mujaffas kebab on the corner.
Just this Sunday evening Istedgadeis well packed with cars, and halfway through the streets down I noticed that for each block and on each side of the road is a kebab eatery.
Why the hell are there so many kebab joints on Istedgade? Where is the versatility? Originality? And p-parkingplaces?
It reminds me of the bazaar in the Middle East. Take for example date stalls; they are gathered in one place. It makes no sense from a Western economic perspective, for why sell the same product as everyone else in the same area? But in the traditional east it is understood that when you've earned a living so close and switch off, then neighboring merchants also can get their share. So is the profit maximization out - and 50-50 inside! But is it really the analogy here at home?
I finally find a parking space right in front of Konya Kebab, which funnily enough is opposite the Sivas Kebab. I decide to go into the next kebab joint I am meeting, to ask why they choose to open a kebab same place as 1,000 others.
'I must have a kebab without meat, "explains the black-clad lanky guy who stands and tries to convince the kebab man that he hears right. ’Yes, WITHOUT meat - I'm vegan! ”Kebab man has already dumped one roll, and now he has created a new, free kebabs, but with lots of iceberg lettuce, some sliced tomato.’Garlic Dressing?” He asks squatter while he squirts it out over the salad.
'No, no, no, I'm vegan!" shouts the guy. People in the queue are shuffling while breaking news from Cairo's streets running in the background. Kebab man will eventually throw an unimaginative, limp salad without dressing down in a durum roll:
'Yallah bye! Next? "And there I stand, against Denmark's most stressful kebab man who does not seem to want to make an in-depth interview about kebabs. Before I get to see me around, I get commissioned a normal durum to go, thanks!
Demonstrations to the left and right
Traffic jams in north and south
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Se Isams klummer /See Isams Columns
2009 2010
Sådan er det bare!
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/klummen-sadan-er-det-bare/pTekbq!21_2439-90/
18. februar 2011
James Blake: ”There’s a limit to your love”
Birthe Rønn: “There’s a limit to your citizenship”
That’s the way it is!
The Arab people have for years known their leaders corrupt lifestyle. But why they tolerated it for so long, asks today's columnist, Isam B."
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Sheiqh Mat or checkmate, as we say here at home. A term derived from the ancient Middle East's love for the game. I can not help but think of Mubarak and Ben Ali. All people have a limit but the limit varies from generation to generation.
My father's generation is patient while my own generation have a problem, when someone jumping the queue.
It comes for example to expression when my uncle and I stand at the border between Spain and Morocco. There is no queue-culture, and the one who offers maximum or know 'someone' will be quicker to come through
I get angry over the system, angry at having to put a 200-lap in my passport to escape the raid and interrogation; angry to see that my uncle gives his acceptance as easily or as he puts it: 'Remember, you 'in Morocco now - yes, it' wrong to pay under the table, but that is just. "
From top to bottom: That's the way it is! Anyone who has a kind of authority uses it. The President to be feared by the vice president to be feared by the ministers to be feared by politicians, to be feared by police to be feared by customs guards, as my uncle and I apparently have to fear.
When the king passes by the city on his annual visit - then there will be tidied up, washed curbs and decorated like it was Christmas at Gl. Kongevej. And once he is gone, so is the waste and mess back. Last year, he was looking past the neighbouringtown on surprise visit to make a status report on the region's newly renovated hospital.
Everything sailed, there were Tagine on the operating table and humus on hygiene. This resulted in a lot of guys sacking notes among both staff and ministers.
'' That's the way it is! "mentality will take generations to rectify.
That WikiLeaks can 'leake' that Ben Ali and his wife live in the hustle and bustle is not even a 'leak'!
Everyone knows, especially the Arabs themselves! All the Arabs know that all Arab leaders are stinking rich, and they live in a utopia far from the reality on the streets
But everything has a limit; trust, corruption, humility, arrogance, hatred and love. It is a question of when people say: Enough is enough!
How would the world be a better place if state leaders should be humble and live on the state educational subsidy-rates!
James Blake: ”There’s a limit to your love”
Birthe Rønn: “There’s a limit to your citizenship”
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En ‘sucker’ for sukker
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/klummen-en-sucker-for-sukker/pTekcc!21_5509-90/
4. marts 2011
Al-Jazeera LIVE: Brand i Libyens gader
Libysk stats-TV LIVE: Koncert med Gaddaffi
A “sucker” for sugar
Whether we ourselves have taste for sugar, we need not give the bad habits to our children. Isam B has, however, a difficulty in holding on to ' zero sugar'-policy.
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Baba, here is your milk! '
My son, who barely has reached the age of three years, points to Faxe Kondi-bottles in the store's cooler. We have a 'zero sugar'-policy at home, but I am without doubt a ' sucker ' for sugar! However, I have always weighed the same, so there has never really been any alarm bells ringing.
When artists do interview, there is always snacks on the table, why most artists also becomes bolder each album. I love to chew whole cookies down to a cup of coffee, and I will not stop until there are no more. I don't eat to enjoy, but until there is no more. I have no idea where this appetite comes from, and my son has it in the same way, however, just with broccoli.
'The ‘Friday candy' concept I have been an understanding of, after I got him. In my childhood, I had not the large relative to sweets, for my parents ate it not. I have grown up with my mother's biscuits and cakes, made of dates, coconut, honey, sesame seeds and other organic stuff.
I remember every time, it was my turn to take the cake with to the class hour, so I welcomed the teachers themselves, because it was of course home baked and more exotic than lemon moons and roulades. All the synthetic, acidic, sweet, and pang colored candies I first got a relationship to, when I was a teenager.
But it is difficult for my parents ' generation to understand that my son may not have some sweets on a Wednesday evening, when children and sweets goes hand in hand in their world. It is easily as a monster who does not want his child well. But that is exactly what we want!
I had an experience recently where an uncle gave my soon-to-three-year son and a nephew a piece of chocolate each, even though I had expressly made it clear that he must not eat sugar.
The uncle assured me that everything was under control: ' don't worry, he eats the not – wait for you and see, "he said.
He seemed enormously persuasive, so I saw to his theory, but before I came to see me about, sonny had just as the other nephew, chocolate in his mouth, and I had to fetch it out of his mouth as a chameleons tongue catching a fly.
I looked at the uncle with an irritated, ' what did I say'-glance.
He cried: ' You're a monster! '
Al-Jazeera LIVE: Fire in the Libyan streets
Libyan public-TV LIVE: Concert with Gaddafi
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Fremmedarbejder samarbejder (2. del)
1. april 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/fremmedarbejder-samarbejder-2-del/KObkcE!g6FMuDGpeB6SI/
Lommepenge
Tun burger
Foreign workers shall cooperate (2st part)
Read in the second part of his "on the cooperation between Danes and ' foreign workers '.
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I and Søren go in 1. g – We are in the queue in the canteen – it becomes his turn; but he is missing two crowns to a tuna burger! I shall, of course, with a 2 Danish crown and expect to be honest, not that he pays me back, because it is embarrassing to lay claim to a 2 Danish crown. That is the way I brought up the whole world, and is also not really it?! NO! For in the reverse situation:
» Do you have my two crowns, Isam??? '
Søren would really like to have its 2 Danish crown again?! Believe it or not?! And it has nothing to do with the economy, and of course, it's his right, as a 2 Danish crown is a 2 Danish crown, but what happened to ' give & take '?! Foreign workers cooperate?! As the homies we share?!
The home of my parents, I am not grown up with a specific pocket money system, and I have not had for example a tier in order to take the dishes or mow. When I hear that Sean Gets a tier in order to take the dishes, I find it extremely strange, of course, because I consider it to be a part of the family community, but I find it shame also interesting enough to hasten home with this brilliant quote to my mother.
But my mother is always rap in its reply:
‘We're Moroccans, not Danes! Remember to add the eraser piece to dry, when you are finished! "She said.
And so she can also remind me of how miserable it is with young people in the motherland, so I am an ungrateful brat, if not I am pleased with what I have, and I am of course not exactly and missing something ...
Money is something that I get when I need it I must just ask. My parents and then, of course, I must argue my case:
"I must have a Ball-blouse, because all the others have. ' It never really comes up to fly, also believe my mother that she could sew better than Ball.
» I would like to go to football? ‘The letter never, since she considers sport for violent.
"I must have a new schoolbag.' Everything that has to do with the school, the high priority, and I release the whole in order to present the case.
When my uncles and aunts in the day passes, share the always pieces of money in addition to children, and this scene will always develop into, that I would like to thank no automatism per the first 116 times, because humility is a virtue, until they insist for 117 time. Again, after which I accept — as a teenager, it is never, of course, when we are in the canteen and lacks a 2 crown to a tuna burger.
That Agnes Obel has made album of the year
That the world watch while Gaddafi reacts
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Fremmedarbejder samarbejder (1. del)
18. marts 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/fremmedarbejder-samarbejder-1-del/pTekcq!22_2857-90/
At Agnes Obel har lavet årets album
At verden ser på, mens Gaddaffi handler
Foreign workers shall cooperate (1st part)
A conversation with the upstairs neighbor led the other day Isam B's thoughts onto the term ' foreign workers cooperate '. But what is the ' cooperation ' between ' foreign workers ' and the Danes?
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"We immigrants must, of course, hold together," said my Eastern European upstairs neighbor the other day.
It was interesting, that ' we ' have to hold together, and made me think of the term ' foreign workers cooperate '; a popular expression, I became acquainted with the first time in the school courtyard. Used diligently of the boys in situations where we instinctively was on the same wavelength with each other. But then there was of course also just him Søren, which was a part of the roots, but which didn’t get it.
Example # 1:
I sit on a dining place and a friend enters. I offer him to take the seat, and having a bite of my food. It is not expected that he eat with, but a good bite is o.k. (today it is really rare to people takes a bite. It is more practice and a way to display mutual respect).
Søren did not understand where the border went. He took too many chunks and in the reverse situation, he would never on offer a bite of his own kebab. It was just not that into him. The idea of eating from the same plate, as the Vikings did, is shown for a long time extinct in Danish Board practice.
Example # 2:
Søren and I sit and work at a school task, when his mother suddenly calls from the living room: ' Søøørreen, then there is supper. ‘Søren runs down to dinner, while I'll be allowed to wait up in the room.
» Oh hmm, I wonder whether we are eating together, I suppose they call on me in just a moment? ‘And I am thinking.
No! Not at all! Nada! Nothing! Walou!
Sean will come up later, belching end as if everything is cool, and we are working on.
This will never happen with me. It is quite shameful and defamatory for my tribe, blood, people, culture and religion, to treat a guest. Sean is the guest of me shall he eat, he must. Without lifting a finger!
He is to be operated and served, as it was an episode of ' 4-star dinner ' with the host's life as effort! And there is no way around unless Søren can hive a medical Declaration out of the Pocket as proof that he is fasting, because he must provide the next morning.
Continuation follows …
That Agnes Obel has made album of the year
That the world watch while Gaddafi reacts
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29. april 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/brn-nu-om-dage/KObkdC!iURLtRMRoPM4c/
Frederiksberg Have
Putin i Danmark
Kids nowadays!
Isam B is trying to educate some of today's kids who want to express themselves politically.
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”What the hell are you doing?!" I asked the girl who was about to tag Pia K is a whorre' on the wall down in my friend's floorentrance. I was in the north western Paris district Heimdalsgade.
"Are you aware of who should pay to get that shit removed?" I continued in a dictatorial big brother tone.
She looked a little puzzled at me and tried to get a response as she tried to hide what she had written, behind her back.
“YOUR PARENTS!" I exclaimed.
"No, seriously, wallah?" She asked, completely in shock.
"Yes, it just gets added to your parents rent in the end - you do not suppose that Frank Jensen, who pays?"
"Who?" She wrinkled her nose.
In that moment I got a flashback to the year where the royal couple was married. I had in fact seen the facial expressions before on another curious immigrant: Crown Princess Mary. I was honoured to perform at Royal Rock-concert in the park in front of 40,000 Danes, with Frederik and Mary on the first row. As the well-integrated Dane of different ethnic background, I was now, I felt, yes; it was my duty to share my experience about the country.
I said: "Dear Mary, please. Denmark is a beautiful country with lots of wonderful people and a wonderful nature. There's just one person you must be careful with – her name is Pia K! '
The entire park was flat with laughter, but three people:
1. Myself, because I meant it!
2. Mary, with wrinkled nose looked at Fred, who tried to keep a straight face while he signaled with his hand: 'Baby, I explain after the concert. "
3. Pia K., who sat on the fifth row (I did not know that she was present, but she went straight home then).
While I had my flashback, the girl had thought the situation through and delivered
repent, the speedmarker to me.
"You know better than to go around and write that way?" I said and continued:
“Understand me right, it's cool that you try to express yourself, but try to at least spell correctly: Remember that names are written with a capital letter and that hooker must be spelled with a small l and only a D! (in Danish hooker is pronounced luder) In future, please write letters and essays. So you also can explain why you think she is a bitch. Today you exclaims yourself on walls, tomorrow in BT! Yallah, be gone with you. "
So, kids nowadays.
Frederiksberg Have
Putin in Denmark
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El Clásico Grande
15. april 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/klummen-el-clasico-grande/KObkdn!c2wpOocT1QRM/
El Clásico Grande
Pressede kalendere
El Clásico Grande
It can be difficult to get the same calendar to go up with your friends — even if we just must be assembled in order to see a football match. Isam B believes that Frederik and Mary must be lucky people had time to come to baptism.
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Real Madrid meetings Barcelona four times within three weeks, it is outrageous! It is almost a miracle! It is ' El Clásico ', just very grande, because the course will be played over four games. I and my friends have to see them together. Among us are Real and Barca fans, but there are also football-illiterate: We gathered for the event no matter what, and we love it!
For that it should not be a lie, my wedding day, coincidentally fell on the same day as the ' El Clásico ' four years ago. I still remember the first statement; I was met with, when friends arrived: ' Congratulations Isam … damned hope, you have the channel 5! ‘(It was the men’s channel).
It is not normal to sit and see El Clásico on your wedding anniversary, but with the wedding rituals we are running, then comes the man (me) and his friends late for the wedding feast (bride's banquet); and thank God. For the game was intense, action-packed, and there was scored six goals as a whole, and we ate a super nice marinated lamb with roasted almonds and olives.
It ended 3-3, and we arrived to the party with grande smile on our lips, and my wedding anniversary wrote itself into the clique’s history and will always be remembered for a very good day. And I was going on my honeymoon next morning … Good times.
Today, I think that it has become more difficult to synchronize calendars with the clique in order to try to find the date that goes up in a higher unity. The date that can balance with wives, children, work, parents, travel, and El Clásico.
We are more who have difficulty with that. Take for example, the royal; Why Mary and Frede choose to keep the christening a random Thursday afternoon?! What should I say unto you, because anyone just can exactly this random Thursday afternoon! And yet, for all the other Kings and Queens in the world could not find the time to look over.
I am in a Denmark tour at the moment and can, therefore, wave goodbye to the weekend fighting. Some of your friends are travelling in Easter – and the rest has plans with his or her family in BOTH the Champions League semi-finals. It is death! We are in shock. Can it really fit?! All four matches, but no gatherings. Countless of hopeful e-mail correspondences later we must recognise that the clique does not come to lead the tradition further this year.
Josephine and Vincent must be happy that all had time to come.
El Clásico Grande
Overdued calendars
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Fremmedarbejder samarbejder (3. del)
13. maj 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/fremmedarbejder-samarbejder-vol-3/KObkel!rqPzGlIp2Vmtk/
www.zubairbutthussain.dk - demokrati når det er bedst
www.karenjespersen.dk - bureaukrati når det er værst
Foreign workers shall cooperate (3st part)
Foreign worker cooperate is an expression that Isam B has known all his life. Here are some of the other things that has been with him all his childhood.
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The term "Foreign worker cooperate 'is an expression which I became acquainted with the first time in the schoolyard. Used extensively by the boys in situations where we were instinctively in tune with each other.
Take for example that of being terrified! Nobody in my family is especially happy with dogs. The fear we have already been fed up with through the breast milk for in the motherland dogs is not something you keep on a leash and fanning out in the garden or park. No, either is a dog a guard dog or a street dog, period.
Will a local walking down the bazaar with a dog on a leash, people will believe that he or she has got sunstroke. So the dog is definitely not man's best friend. Some actually goes so far as to refuse even to buy in Netto because of the black dachshunds mascot.
But there has coome grit in the machinery, because now some of the boys from the new generation started to keep the dog, inspired by the American street culture. And there is not talk about the cute ones, but the big muscle dogs (dangerous dogs). And if you keep this one, you can also count on to get less visits from the old.
Another example is home, and it is almost sacred! The shoes is being taken off before you enter the home and left in the hallway when they are dirty, and all that is filthy be excluded. The stairwell is not considered to be a part of the home. If you have several children, each with 2 pairs of shoes lying, the neighbours can quickly smell the essence of acidic toes with lemonade.
The home is kept so clinically clean, while stairwell, yard and street goes nature's way. The reason that the home should always be kept clean. PERHAPS if someone suddenly knocks on the door and the parents or other people visits. It has to look represent able.
And you are personally responsible for it. Nobody is allowed to clean my home.
To provide a key to a cleaning woman and trust that she cleans up properly, are totally excluded. I remember for instance my first meeting with my first maid, she knock, I open, and right away she says, "Sorry, I must have gone wrong" then she goes further up.
She then comes down again 2minutter later, apologetically and shaking her head while she obviously take off the shoes in the hallway and ask quite confused:
"Since when are we started to use cleaning wives?!"
www.zubairbutthussain.dk - Democracy when it is best
www.karenjespersen.dk - bureaucracy when its worst
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10. juni 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/sa-er-det-tid-til-lagersalg/KObkfi!6B3ZwpnjuZXVY/
Teaterstykket på K1 lige nu: ”Den hvide mand”.
Mogens Camre
Then it's time for Storage sale
Come with me to shop-crazy country and learn how to survive.
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Once again it is season for all kinds of outlet. If you have children, you are guaranteed know this phenomenon that makes even the most possessive protective mothers to forget his offspring to satisfy the hidden needs in Maslow's hierarchy of needs: Cheap children’s clothes!
Tireless they take off Saturday and Sunday mornings, standing in endless queues to finally get through to the shelves upon shelves of children's clothes in all colours and shapes. Wild in their eyes scanning the room briefly and then the hunt starts. Large Ikea bags, black trash bags or cardboard boxes will be filled with whatever is within reach for that one then eventually finds herself a corner where you leisurely sort in today's prey.
Men are parked in the designated play area with children and if they do not act as nannies, they are certainly clothes / bag-carriers.
I will never forget our first outlet. A hot summer comes my better half and I randomly past a long queue outside the meatpacking district (aka Kødbyen). We ask some of those waiting, what is happening.
"It's Katvig lagersalg," the answer is. We (read: my wife) decide upon, to check it out. After about 45 minutes it becomes our turn to enter. We look arond and at the masses and do not know quite what to make of ourselves. My wife picks up quickly, however, that this is about survival of the fittest, so she tells me what size I should look for and send me off.
"You take that side and I take this one."
Fine enough, it can not be that difficult. I spot an unattended cardboard box filled with clothes and immediately begin looking. Suddenly, one of the women pulls the cardboard box to her.
This is mine. "I serious thought she took the piss on me. "Is it all yours?" I ask skeptical.
"Yes," she answered simply, looking at me like I'm an idiot.
After a few rounds in the hall, resulting in a single vest, I put myself in line at checkout, while my very pregnant wife goes out and pulls a little air. Since it is my turn, I go under the sweater to the clerk. She looks at me and wait a little. When nothing happens, she asks:
"Are you just have it?" "Uh, yes," I reply as I look around at all the bemused faces directed against me. You hear some giggling around. "But it gets so 50 dollars."
I'll probably never understand the excitement by spending a day off in a warehouse filled with shop-crazy women, impatient children and plenty of clothes. One thing have I learned: Always carry cash! Queue for cash-box is much shorter. Good shopping!
The play at K1 right now: ”The white man”
Mogens Camre
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Fanpleje af Lady Gaza
13. maj 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/fanpleje-af-lady-gaza/KObkez!F51ZAwetbODw/
Fan-care of Lady Gaza
Amidst all the horrors of the war-torn Gaza live Lina, a big music fan, tells Isam B.
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Lina is a big fan of the music. She won tickets to our concert in London two years ago, but had to say no to the tickets with the justification: 'I live in Gaza."
In this period, the Israeli army had surrounded the city and systematic bombarded it on and off while the world just looked on. After numerous mails and searches a on Facebook and other social networks she showed signs of life. Thankfully the bombs did not strike her building, she said. She took it pretty cool, although she was afraid, the situation considered. But as she wrote, the bombs, the smell of gas in the air, armor and scream was nothing new for her.
The week before I was on quick visit to Morocco.
YAHOOD!' Cried the swimming champion in the hamam foyer while he spat and grieved. He stood and watched the news and was furious. 'Yahood' means 'jew' in Arabic, but you can safely say that the meaning can vary depending on what context it is used in.
I had just come out of the hamam with a towel around the waist and spa atmosphere in the body, but then stopped all wellness too!
BREAKING NEWS: Israeli warplanes had erazed a school to the ground (in January 2009, ed.) And killed several children and women. Al Jazeera ran at full speed. No need to spare the people of the worst pictures; the sky over Gaza was wrapped in black smoke and steam, while the latest gear in weapons technology were flying around.
The men in the hamam was oprevede foyer, and it was not exactly what I wanted to meet after such a time relaxation.
In Morocco, non-existent anti-Semitism because Jews have been an integral part of the population and society in at least 500 years, a Moroccan is a Moroccan - Muslim, Jew, black or white - as long as they are drinking mint tea with each meal, then it will work fine. Even after this massacre in Gaza and the subsequent massive demonstrations against Israeli attacks, the people understood to keep it separate.
At home, the media did a virtue of balancing the conflict. And no one wondered why U.S. President Obama did not open his mouth before the invasion 10th day and victim number 500.
But Lina survived the bombing and could receive a personal greeting on concert tickets and a signed album from me and the boys. Fan-care gets sometimes an extra dimension than we are accustomed to."
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Et arrangeret kæresteskab
8. juli2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/et-arrangeret-kresteskab/KObkgg!IAiErLD5wmyU/
An arranged lover ship
Divorce is almost been more normal than to breathe. This is because there is nothing sacred by couples any longer, Isam B says.
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A café at Henne beach on a hot summer day. Here I am surrounded by a lot of German tourists, with their Würsten und Schwengrill in the air. I try to explain the waitress what, a Chai tea is, but she looks at me as if I speak Chinese to her.
While my son jumps around as a lunatic in bouncy castle beside the Café, and I am worried and keep an eye on him, when I suddenly becomes dotted on the back of a small nine-year-old Jut boy with Harry Potter glasses.
' It wouldn't be a good idea if you had him in 10 days and so she could (he points to my wife) have him the next ten days?! '.
I am not good to multitask and might initially not understand Harry Potter while I keep an eye on my little troll.
”Excuse me, brat?!” I reply more easily frustrated by my lack of chai tea and ability to comprehend the boy's analogy.
He reiterates his proposals, but this time I want to ask:
' Where the f*** ' did you get that from?!'
'My Mother and father talks about it at home … ', he continues, and tells me the short version of his parents ' current situation, at which point he runs into the other children on the bouncy castle, as if nothing had happened.
I stand back and look on in awe.
In my parents ' generation divorce is almost unheard of, but today it is virtually everyday. It is too easy! The result is that every second marriage ends in divorce, and each 10 of us men have no idea whether the child is ours.
Newest shots on strain among Muslim youth is what I call ' arranged lover ships', that is to say, young guy marries his girlfriend without the girl's parents knowing, but with his own parents ' acceptance.
It is exciting and fun to begin with, but when reality kicks in and what was once exciting becomes routine, the romance breaks.
Generally speaking, the problem is that the sacred are taken out of partnerships today, and it will without doubt crack the family as an institution. With the Sacred, I do not believe the words of an imam or priest or any other; but the mutual understanding of the couple. When it comes to the crunch, we can learn from the older generation – not that this is a guarantee, for which my Egyptian friend said the other day:
'My parents were integrated in 1981. Because they were divorced that year'
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En 19-årig hvad?
24. juni 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/en-19-arig-hvad/KObkfw!uge7YOVixJP0E/
Grænsekontrol
Danmarks internationale omdømme
A 19-year old what?
Isam b. was confused, since the media are not told what ethnicity and background of the 19-year-old, who beat another 19-year-old at a disco. Because they use to…
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Lately we have been able to hear in the media a part of the 19-year-old guy who lost his life at a disco in inner city after having been hampered with another 19-year-old.
And since the media here of course use to be so good to focus on the involvement of ethnicity and background, I was naturally deeply confused; since I no info could get around their roots.
While I searched on various newspapers websites I thought: ' please, let it not be a similar to me — I manage not to hear politicians stand in queue to display their disgust in the spotlight: they must be thrown out, the family must be punished, and the lynch mob is once again a fucking countries plague '.
This time no politicians stood in the queue or found it important to comment on the matter, at all. The parties’ background was not at all in focus:
Oh my God – can it really fit?! Has the media finally sought it out? As to ethnicity, religious beliefs and cultural backgrounds are minor and have nothing to do with whether someone beats someone down at a disco, doing vandalism or steals.
I suddenly got a feeling in the body of that I was in the middle of something big. I saw a piece of Denmark's history, and slowly, but hastily, I could hear the call-out … ' Yes, we can! Yes, we can! YES, WE …'
WRONG. NO, WE CAN'T!!! The reason why most newspapers considered it irrelevant to mention anything about boys background, was that they both are ' just ' was Danish. Or as a friend said: ' Please be pleased that it was a ' Jannick ' (slang for an ethnic Danes) who beat, and not a ' foreign worker (slang for alternative pigmented Dane)! Had it been the case, he was not released, but surely been expelled! Hihi'.
These words from my friend was said a little jokingly and with a gleam in the eye, and we, who heard it, laughed about it, because we knew perfectly well what he thought. It reminded me of the feeling I get, the countless times I've read the newspaper, watched TV and heard a radio on criminal 2. g’s your and criminal immigrants. I understand that sometimes it is necessary for purposes of journalism mentioning the criminal's background, but most times, it is therefore unnecessary.
Only the smear campaign, win on it, while common sense disappears.
Bordercontrol
Denmarks intertational reputation
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Anders Breivik findes også her i Danmark
5. august 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/anders-breivik-findes-ogsa-her-i-danmark/KObkhe!6Ahb9S4CbU9BY/
Ramadanen er startet, jeg faster frivilligt denne måde
Ved Afrikas Horn faster de fleste mennesker ufrivilligt hele året
Anders Breivik is also available here in Denmark
The Danes are busy denouncing Anders Breivik’s mass murder in Norway. Unfortunately there are people with similar personalities at home.
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The tragedy in Norway has happened and now it's time to rationalize. It's so ridiculous to sit and read the column up and down, about why it happened in Norway. 'We have a freedom of expression, as has the Norwegians eh!' Is an argument that I often has encountered.
Why are there no politicians and opinion leaders who dare to look in the mirror and ask: 'Do I look like Anders in attitude and sense when it comes to Muslims and Islam? "All the Danes, who are mentioned in his manifesto or had a e-mail from Anders through time, refuses to look inward, as well as right-left politicians strongly condemns and will not even be connected to a madman. But it is too easy, folks. This is more than just a madman’s work!
I was born in this pond, and I can guarantee that Anders is also available in this country, with the same thoughts, attitudes and ambitions! He was usually beaten up for 'paki' as a young man (the nightlife), stuck to his own "race" because his father thought that even children were playing best. They could not afford to move from the concrete ghetto, and therefore they had to keep extra together, a black pilot jacket with a Danish flag sewn on the shoulder and a pair of military boots; flyers in your pocket with the headline 'did you know that in 2083 there will be X number of Muslims in Denmark? '. The closest he came to fulfil his plan of a 'better society', was when he succeeded and his friends to set fire to the newly arrived immigrant family's front door, so almost the entire hallway was in flames.
This type also comes in a brown version! This view of society's diversity exists on both sides. WE have a problem here in Europe that only WE can solve together here in Europe!
But when we have politicians, such as refusing to enter a mosque, then it is in itself a clear signal to society that 'we' interfere not with 'them'. This thinking is unfortunately more and more prevalent.
Islam and Christianity are both monotheistic religions from the Middle East. Jesus was a Jew from Palestine (with an Arab appearance.) Muhammad was a Muslim from Arabia. There are plenty of historical examples where the two can work well together! The only difference is that Christianity has been in this country for about 1,000 years, Islam about 50 years. So I will not rule out that Denmark will have a Muslim Prime Minister sometime in the future, and when it happens, it's because the Danes have chosen it.
The Ramadan has just started; I am fasting voluntary this month
At Africa’s Horn the most people involuntarily fasten
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Ramadit og ramadat
19. august 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/ramadit-og-ramadat/KObkhr!9TUUWEEqyB86o/
Henrik Andersens mål mod Villareal i onsdags
Det mindede gevaldigt om Jesper Olsens tilbagelægning mod Spanien i ’86.
Ramadit og ramadat
It is not nice for the colleagues when the person next to you faster. The fasting spirit smell just not very good, writes Isam B.
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By God, another year where we need much column space on the now hugely controversial and popular annual Ramadan dinner at the Christiansborg (the Danish Parliament). Oops, I meant of course reception. There is, of course, a huge difference on a dinner and a reception –all can see and understand it.
Well, the dinner has become a media darling, which DF annual hunts under the watchword:
‘Kill ya darlings'. This did not happen last year, it will not happen this year, and it will not happen next year. But, it is o.k. entertainment. As a person on Facebook wrote: 'same procedure as last year, Miss Pia?-Same procedure as every year, James'.
Apropos darlings my three-year son are also started fasting. And he is deeply serious: ' no, I am faster, baba! "He responds with an intense look with its Rasmus Klump-Chin bib on the neck and a bowl of potato-Leek-Soup in front of him, as I try to get into him. He breaks the course lent it immediately when I ask, whether he wants pancakes with jam, little rascal.
When one is fasting, smack one's breath just not very good, and you are a smoker, then I would suggest that it is really not smell particularly well. In General, it is not at all fun to be smoking in Ramadan. It is one thing not to eat, but quite another to keep themselves from ingestion. It is said that God is a fixed culminated in a breath as the smell of MUSC (fragrance aroma) – but here is a small reminder to mine with-fast: it is not for your colleagues, classmates and so on. Brush therefore teeth and tongue thoroughly!
And so to a Ramadan-joke:
Langballe and Krarup have gone astray in the Sahara desert after a national meeting that clearly went badly wrong. They are dying of hunger and thirst when they mock a mosque on the horizon. Langballe says to Krarup: ' Hear you old; we pretend we are Muslims, otherwise we will not have anything to eat of the Bayard pickers. I would call me why Muhammad '. Krarup simply do not believe his ears and refusing to change their name. When they come up to the mosque, the Imam to welcome and ask for their names: langballe corresponds immediately: ' my name is Muhammad … and I am from Sweden! ' Krarup corresponding nervous: ' And I called Krarup … and I from Dan. ..mark … '
The Imam will call immediately a servant over: ' Please, just to bring some food and drink to Krarup '. Then the Imam himself comes against langballe: ' Salamu aleikum, Mohammed, and happy ramadan! '
Henrik Andersen's goal against Villareal on Wednesday
It reminded particularly insistent about Jesper Olsen's returning to Spain in ' 86.
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Hvis Danmark forsvandt
30. september 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/hvis-danmark-forsvandt/KObkiC!18Speg1yLPKaM/
Street Art
Meningsløs graffiti
If Denmark disappeared
Would anyone really miss us if Denmark went away and disappeared? Isam b. thinks just over it.
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I stand and wait for my better half by Vigerslev Station, while I am thinking: Is it just her, or are all women so slow? As I look at my clock for 117th time again, I noticed a sticky phrase written on the wall, and then I can see that different people (each with its own color) have chatting on each other's comments. Street art chat forum, long live!
The first comment is: ' If Denmark disappeared, would anybody ever notice ...? '
I assume that this is another immigrant who is behind this line, because spelling is hell. But the question can be as easily reflected on. What would happen if we in Denmark made an Atlantis and just suddenly disappeared out of the blue? Who would miss us? Americans, Germans, Swedes, Greenlanders, the Chinese — or what about Arabs, Africans, so?!
Life is so huge and continues regardless of what, of course, while mankind has hastened to accommodate itself that I actually have doubts whether we would be mourned as a nation if it disappeared. When I have been out in the great world, I have often put ear to people who are confused areas of Denmark with a city in Germany or Sweden.
A passerby also woke up for the yellow writing on the wall and have even given the time to stop and add an answer to the question with his black drink ink: ' no, but they noticed that you can’t spell in ' ENGLISH '.
Hehe, it's fun, even if it is a little racial. It reminds me of the time I went in 1.g. I and my friend ran in the corridors, while we are on opposite sides knocked on the doors – classes exclusively for making pranks. We were in, even until there was one that cried out to me: ' dare to do it in your own country? 'I felt like a fork in a world of soup. Deafening silence, Oh, back to the fun…
Dane likes immigrant who can speak fluent Danish. Just take ' Countess Alexandra as a good example: She learned to speak Danish in record time! Prince Henrik has been here in 50 years, and we still do not understand what he says. And why give us really a short leash to the Chinese and really very cord to franker? And it will say that Jokkes wife gets as much cord, because she is French?
Now to the last point. Another pedestrian have felt inspired enough to pull the pen with a comment: ' Get you a life'
Well ... might well look at it.
Street art
Meaningless graffiti
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“Du taler dansk som en dansker”
14. oktober 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/du-taler-dansk-som-en-dansker/KObkjn!dvAqiexXWNb/
Kulturnatten der skal opleves
Kulden om natten; forede jeans er inde
”You speak Danish as a Dane”
Isam B speaks really good Danish – as well as a Dane. It can even here in 2011 trigger surprise among others.
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I have just been refurbished this opportunity and are waiting for just that the painter comes and gives the bedroom the last stroke. It turns out, to my surprise, to be a middle-aged woman standing in front of my doorstep in painter uniform with his painter accessories and Oh, Yes ... on time!
I welcome her inside, and in a split second she reads and looks a little strange to me, but I assume only that she thinks: ' where is it now, I have seen him?! 'She enters, and I go through the to-do things with her, after which she begins. My phone rings, and I take it inside the room. Acoustics in my apartment is ' all around ', and I am not very good to speak low, when I talk on the phone, so that everyone in the apartment may consult with. And when I have my manager in the tube, which spit out a thousand words per minute, I am even moving in and out of all rooms.
After an hour's time, I look to the painter, who has been quiet and a little strange, almost ever since I told her to come inside. I ask her if everything is o.k., to which she responds:
'Yes ... I just think you speak really good Danish! '
» Uh ... excuse me?! ... Thank you?! 'I reply, while I am thinking: ' it is damn long time ago, I have heard it! 'Now it is all of a sudden I who has difficulty finding the right words and facial expressions. I am at this time, 110 percent sure that she comes from a distant place, for example, Bornholm, so I ask:
» Where do you really from? '
To which she promptly responds:
'I'm from Ishøj! '
In this moment is mine eyes become so big of despair that I come to exclaim:
» ISTANBUL Ishøj?! '
A city where nearly half of the residents is alternately pigmented, and so she does not know someone who does not have accent?!! It transpired that she actually know one family relatively well (i.e. good enough to come to dinner with each other).
Her comment reminded me of an episode for a few years ago, when I had just come down out of the scene somewhere in Nørrebro, when Jack asks where I have roots. I respond:
'Morocco '.
He smiles:
“ I too “
While I write him an auto graph, says he and strange gazes at me, and I assume that it is ' as I would like to be when I'm big'-eyes, but suddenly he says:
‘You speak Danish as a Dane! '
The way he said it was just as innocent as the way she said it. It was an observation that for both of them just was hurled out. And both times I was just surprised. I thought we had come on?!'
Henrik Andersen's goal against Villareal on Wednesday
It reminded particularly insistent about Jesper Olsen's returning to Spain in ' 86.
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“Medier og politik - spin og polemik”
25. november 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/medier-og-politik-spin-og-polemik/KObkkj!UBbmawFRf3ePs/
Forældrene til Ekrem Sahin
Kujonagtige fængselsbetjente
”Media and politics – spin and controversy”
A random trip with bus 5A in Copenhagen made Isam B to speculate a little over the situation in the world – well aided by a taxi driver's conspiracy theory about the way things are proper context.
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“You also take bus?” it sounds from a taxi driver; I drove with last week and lights up when he sit down next to me.
We sit in the bus 5A in Copenhagen. I must be in the theatre, and I must be on the stage in about 20 minutes, so I also stress a little.
He is from Syria, and with all the fuss we hear about on a daily basis, I would ask for his family's well-being.
"They are doing well. But you should know that Assad is good enough. It is the United States and Israel, which is behind ... And al-Jazeera is a Jewish channel. It's all a plot – believe me!!!" he responds.
I find it difficult to find the right facial expressions and I look embarrassed around:
"Ahhhh, now I think, we must pad the horse, my friend,” I reply.
Media and politics – spin and controversy; Just look at the way the media in this country (and world) handled the hostage exchange between the Israeli soldier and the 1.001 Palestinian prisoners. We get all the honor of the story, we hear his father expressing his feelings and learn a little about the man, but we don't get to see, or with a single word get to know about just one of the thousands of Palestinian prisoners. Just one!!!
But for the most part, there is also nothing about chatter. The question is whether you live in a glass house, or if you just are Palestinian?
I remember when I was in Damascus up to the holidays. I looked forward to experience the common prayer in Ummayade-mosque. John the Baptist is buried there, and tradition says that Jesus is expected to drop down there, FIRST of all places on Earth. There is also floor heating! Forget electric heating or district heating
On the great feast day I turn up in front of the mosque port, but a long iron fortress is in the way, which goes all the way around the mosque.
‘Well, I have come all the way from Denmark, and I must get in, " I said to a Guard/soldier/policeman who looks at me as if I am stupid: Just the President and his people have access here, ergo, people go to other nearby mosques.
Funny enough was all the other mosques closed. The local was by the way not present and there I stood on a joyful day – Palle alone in Arabia (Palle is a Danish story of a boy who suddenly is alone in the world, at first he think it is good, but along the way he misses his parents and friends) — and felt resentment over the system. The closest mosque, which was open, turned out to be a small humble shia-mosque.
The parents to Ekrem Sahin
Cowardly prison warders
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“Kunsten at blive gammel”
25. november 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/kunsten-at-blive-gammel/KObkkx!Tyuptx3lvAI/
Familien
Ensomheden
”The art of growing old”
The large family matched the old – so it's just not in Denmark, and it may be difficult to live with.
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He came to the country for over 30 years ago. The mission was simple: work hard, earn money, travel home, barley House and get married. It was the dream! In fact, it is still the dream of many in my parents ' generation to this day; to leave the country and live permanently in the motherland!
But life has it, of course, amaze and explore new avenues, not just had seen coming. For example, love himself in Melinda that he gets the child with the right quickly. But it is not acceptable, because they find out that they essentially are too different.
He looks back to the roots and gets married in the Mainland the following summer, and he takes her up to Denmark a year later.
Life goes, he works as a horse, she is housewife, they have children, move into something bigger and in stages, and he also added a little to one side and built his house in the motherland.
But the older he gets, the less he feel that there is a need for him. On the other hand, he needs them. Children have become adults and are busy living their lives. His wife has been active in the local environment, working a little bit and earns her own money
He has always been at all, in particular in relation to the economy. But the role he has no more, and, more generally, he has difficulty finding calm in his new role as old man in Denmark.
Three decades have flown, and he has never felt so lonely here in Denmark, on behalf of the motherland is one is never alone. When his brother gets married, builds his parents a floor more on their House, and then move the brother man and wife, and so are running everything as it normally would. Grandkids are nourished, the elderly will be nourished, and work and friends also for offloading there is plenty of: family institution is the safety net in the motherland!
Here at home, it is difficult to ask the same upstairs living of moving somewhere else, just because one's son is getting married! There is a system, and it may be difficult to understand for a man whose legacy is that the large family covers one in.
But why travels he not only home to the warmth and relaxing?! Affiliation change of course over time. The House in the hot heartland is not the same without one's children and grandchildren. It will be blank!
In a perfect world I would never throw away my parents in a nursing home, so I would prefer to go up to neighbour and give them an offer they can't refuse.
the family
the loneliness
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“Kys, kram og flade”
9. december 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/kys-kram-og-flade/KObklh!PXM234sX3EE/
“MuhameDaneren” af Tariq Omar
At hilse uden hjerte
”Kiss, hug and surface”
A greeting is different, depending on which culture you come from – some give kisses, other hand — others a slap ...
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Slap. It annoyed me immeasurable! Could you not just welcome normally? My aunts in the motherland loved to distribute ' good to see you'-cheek slaps followed by the question: ' is it good in Europe? '
They near observed the changes at my physical traits, since they had last seen me; Followed by a second greeting slap. My cheeks were entirely red, and I could not do anything other than just to take up with a smile. Not that it did evil, but for me it seemed just a bit condescending.
It is always the young people who receive these gestures-images from the elderly. Why actually? And why is it that the ' greeting ' slap is only prevalent in the warm countries?
"I have nothing against other cultures and people, but I hate when they welcome with two hands! Can not li ' they go my hand and embrace it with both of their hands. '
My driving test was a dialogue on welcoming, rather than an exam! My driving teacher was so passionate about the dialogue that he completely forgot to record that I had just hit the edge of the stone in my attempt to make a three-point turn. I knew who he was referring to--the Pakistani students. They welcome typically by to take your hand in both of their hands to show you respect. When they saw on top of that, has passed the driving test, takes the extra fat of pure happiness and gratitude.
But for the drivers’ teacher, it was absolutely not him to greet so close and passionate. And he always rushed to pull his hand back.
The Pope kissed the Imam at the mouth of the Benetton-advertisement, I could very well familiar with. Now I come from the Arab culture in which men can indeed go in dresses, hand in hand, and rubbing each other's ears, but when some uncles gave cheek kisses, they came so close to the mouth, that it was drapery wrapped in saliva! Afterwards, we could then use its sleeves to dry face.
As small, I was also confused about how long a hug would last when we bumped into someone on the street? I found out that it was a question of nationality and background.
Moroccans kind kissed four times; Pakistanis embraced and held your hand with both hands, while they looked down. Danes said ' Hello ' or ' moin '. It was a very old ' uncle/aunt ', it was good style to kiss the hand or forehead. It was probably the best way to show his respect. However, it had long been ol'skool, unfortunately.
“MuhameDaneren” by Tariq Omar
To greet without the heart
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“Juletræer, nej tak - juleand, ja tak!”
23. december 2011
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/juletrer-nej-tak-juleand-ja-tak/KObklv!AniWtoeGukpow/
De kvindelige demonstranters mod I Egypten
Den egyptiske regerings arrogance
”Christmas trees, no thank you - Christmas duck, yes please!
How is it to experience Christmas for a young Danish Muslim? Isam B. thinks back.
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When I recently delivered my son in kindergarten, it was to an empty nursery farm. The sound of children playing and is noisy, was ' muted ', and even the pig, goat and hens were just staring, as they had been stuffed.
My son looked one more time around after his friends-a set of twins, which always tends to get ongoing synchronously with open arms, shouting in unison, at best the welcome Committee – backing vocals: ' welcome, DADDY!!! '
‘Father, mother & children ' has been a hit this semester, but this week is ' family ' on Christmas vacation, and since the ' father ' is a Muslim and don’t celebrate Christmas, so he must take care of the shop.
It was a little hard to hand over the day, and I was also there with a little bad conscience.
Since I have not gone in the institution as a kid, because the mother was a homemaker, I have never had the problem with Christmas.
On the contrary-a holiday is a holiday! The same feeling, the ethnic Danish parents stand with every Eid, if their children are in class with many Danish Muslims.
This year the Christmas month had a huge effect on my son. From Christmas songs to Christmas decoration, Christmas trees and all the way up to Greenland, where Santa Claus lives.
I remember myself how I, as small could kill for a Christmas tree in the living room with a light and gifts under, but my parents would not hear of it! No matter how much I tormented them.
‘We are not Danes! We are Muslims, and there is no Santa Claus of Greenland. ONLY Allah gives gifts! '
Bum!
As a mother, however, be able to say it so I stood there with my big eyes and mad dash straight crease and listened to her parts out of his knowledge, while she was bringing them assorted utensils, dough.
We loved both Christmas calendar with The Goblin Gang on the other hand-it was as if it was OK, as long as it was just entertainment. But trailing a Christmas tree in the living room-no way, zero spruce in her living room-went the limit!
The Christmas decoration found a place in the home, perhaps because it was creatively.
So after the Koran-reading with the dad could we sit and merging Christmas hearts and garlands, hanging them in the window. After all, Christmas as a child was intimate, and to be a part of the Lucia cavalcade in the school was also OK, but as a teenager was Christmas Eve the dullest day in a Danish Muslim life!
Everything was closed, and there was not an eye out on the streets, as if everything was stalled. Today, I have a more balanced relationship with Christmas Eve, thanks to the good duck rose.
Merry Christmas and Bon appétit!
Women demonstrator’s courage in Egypt
The Egyptian government’s arrogance
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