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Saturday, December 23, 2006

My Best Wishes for the Holidays

I have promised my family, and myself, to take it easy and to spend as much time with them as possible during the coming week. Since I’m not taking any vacation in the real meaning of the word, lazing around at home, watching TV, playing with the kids and frequenting Sile in the evening would be my objects of desire in the next few days.

I might get overwhelmed with the hubbub of the festive season and miss blogging so terribly that I’d sneak away to my PC in the after hours for a quickie.

In any case, whether this would be my last post of 2006 or not, I would like to wish each and everyone of you a Merry Xmas, a Blessed Eid Adha and a Happy New Year.

Through this blog, I can only offer something modest along with my wishes. I gave it some serious thought and the best I could come up with is the gift of music.

I would like you to enjoy this audio stream below of a magnificent guitar duel by Carlos Santana & Ottmar leibert. I hope it gives you as much pleasure as it did to me, with a Cognac in hand and a fine Cuban cigar.

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May your life be as wonderful as this musical gem Samba Pa Ti (1992).
Happy Days To All…


The Syrian Brit said...

Abu Fares,
Let me be the first to wish you Eid Mubarak, a very Merry Christmas, and a Happy and Prosperous New Year.. well, at least the first cyberfriend to do it!..
All the best, and may the coming year bring you and yours continuing happiness, good health and contentment..

abufares said...

Dear Syrian Brit

Cyber or not, you're one real friend to me.
Happy 3 in 1, to you and your family.

Black Hawk said...

ADHA MOBARAK ! (Blessed Eid Adha)
Happy New Year..
& Merry christmas...
To Abu Fares & his family:
..wishing u a great vacation with ur family...

Same wishes to all of u..

abufares said...

Kol 3am Wa Anta Bi Kheir Black Hawk
May the coming days and ways be all yours to take with joy and grace.

Dubai Jazz said...

كل عام و انت بخير يا أبو فارس , و أتمنى لك عيدي أضحى و ميلاد سعيدين.
Abu Fares;
Happy new year in advance, wish you also a happy Eid al Adha, and merry Christmas.
Dubai Jazz

abufares said...

Dubai Jazz

Happy Holidays season to you my friend.
Wishing you the best of times.

Shannon said...

Abu Fares, Happy holidays! I wish you all the best in '07. Enjoy the time with your family.

abufares said...

Hey Shannon
Happy Holidays to you and yours.
BTW I tried to watch your latest posted video but couldn't.
Enjoy 007, how about that???

Highlander said...

Abufares , thank you so much and Happy 3 in 1 as you say to you and your family . That song was awesome .

Angel said...

Dear Abufares,

Wishing you, your family and loved ones a magical Festive Season filled with Peace, Happiness, Good health, Tidal Wave of Love, and Bright Futures.


abufares said...

I'm glad you enjoyed the guitar piece.
Happy Days to you.

abufares said...

Thank you Angel for your wonderful wishes. Same to you and yours.

I love Munich said...

EID MUBARAK to you and your family dear friend!
Thanks so much for having given us so much pleasure over the last months, lots of laughter, a tremendous amount of fun!!
Enjoy every minute with your family!
Only the BEST to you ... have a GREAT time!!

abufares said...

Hi Karin
Thank you for your warm wishes.
More importantly, thank you for bringing a wonderful new dimension into my life.
Being my friend is a treasure I would cherish forever.

NouR said...

Happy feast Abufares. Really wonderful blog :) I've just bookmarked it after reading some of your cool posts..
God bless Tartous..

Rime said...

Santana rules of course, and I'm assuming you will NOT be listening to Fairuz's "Laylet Eid"? :)

Enjoy the holidays, and promise you won't come back telling us about all the wonderful things you ate! Actually, I was kidding, please do!

Eid mubarak to you all.

abufares said...

Hello Nour
Ahlan Wa Sahlan to my humble blog.
Thank you for your wishes. I look forward reading more of your blog (which I've just happily discovered) and seeing you in this comment section.
Merry Xmas, Adha Moubarak and Happy New Year

abufares said...

What can I say. I just returned from the mountains. I had a great plate of Fattouch, some great assorted Mezza and more than my share of good homemade Arak. I kid you not, I really wish you were there. The weather gorgeous, the whole ambiance appetizing and the little fire begging for wonderful company.
Meery Xmas, Adha Moubarak and Happy New Year to you and yours.

Naji said...


Benjamin Franklin

THE Perfectibility of Man! Ah heaven, what a dreary themel The perfectibility of the Ford car! The perfectibility of which man ? I am many men. Which of them are you going to perfect ? I am not a mechanical contrivance.

Education! Which of the various me's do you propose to educate, and which do you propose to suppress ?

Anyhow, I defy you. I defy you, oh society, to educate me or to supress me, according to your dummy standards.

The ideal man! And which is he, if you please? Benjamin Franklin or Abraham Lincoln? The ideal man! Roosevelt or Porfirio D،az?

There are other men in me, besides this patient ass who sits here in a tweed jacket. What am I doing, playing the patient ass in a tweed jacket? Who am I talking to? Who are you, at the other end of this patience?

Who are you? How many selves have you? And which of these selves do you want to be?

Is Yale College going to educate the self that is in the dark of you, or Harvard College?

The ideal self! Oh, but I have a strange and fugitive self shut out and howling like a wolf or a coyote under the ideal windows. See his red eyes in the dark? This is the self who is coming into his own.

The perfectibility of man, dear God! When every man as long as he remains alive is in himself a multitude of conflicting men. Which of these do you choose to perfect, at the expense of every other?

Old Daddy Franklin will tell you. He'll rig him up for you, the pattern American. Oh, Franklin was the first downright American. He knew what he was about, the sharp little man. He set up the first dummy American.

At the beginning of his career this cunning little Benjamin drew up for himself a creed that should 'satisfy the professors of every religion, but shock none'.

Now wasn't that a real American thing to do ?

' That there is One God, who made all things.'

(But Benjamin made Him.)

'That He governs the world by His Providence.'

(Benjamin knowing all about Providence.)

' That He ought to be worshipped with adoration, prayer, and thanks- giving.'

(Which cost nothing.)

'But-' But me no buts, Benjamin, saith the Lord.

'But that the most acceptable service of God is doing good to men.'

(God having no choice in the matter.)

' That the soul is immortal.'

(You'll see why, in the next clause.)

'And that God will certainly reward virtue and punish vice, either here or hereafter.'

Now if Mr Andrew Carnegie, or any other millionaire, had wished to invent a God to suit his ends, he could not have done better. Benjamin did it for him in the eighteenth century. God is the supreme servant of men who want to get on, to produce. Providence. The provider. The heavenly storekeeper. The everlasting Wanamaker.

And this is all the God the grandsons of the Pilgrim Fathers had left. Aloft on a pillar of dollars.

' That the soul is immortal.'

The trite way Benjamin says itl

But man has a soul, though you can't locate it either in his purse or his pocket-book or his heart or his stomach or his head. The wholeness of a man is his soul. Not merely that nice little comfortable bit which Benjamin marks out.

It's a queer thing is a man's soul. It is the whole of him. Which means it is the unknown him, as well as the known. It seems to me just funny, professors and Benjamins fixing the functions of the soul. Why, the soul of man is a vast forest, and all Benjamin intended was a neat back garden. And we've all got to fit into his kitchen garden scheme of things. Hail Columbia !

The soul of man is a dark forest. The Hercynian Wood that scared the Romans so, and out of which came the white- skinned hordes of the next civilization.

Who knows what will come out of the soul of man? The soul of man is a dark vast forest, with wild life in it. Think of Benjamin fencing it off!

Oh, but Benjamin fenced a little tract that he called the soul of man, and proceeded to get it into cultivation. Providence, forsoothl And they think that bit of barbed wire is going to keep us in pound for ever? More fools they.

This is Benjamin's barbed wire fence. He made himself a list of virtues, which he trotted inside like a grey nag in a paddock.


Eat not to fulness; drink not to elevation.


Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation


Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time.


Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.


Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself i.e., waste nothing.


Lose no time, be always employed in something useful; cut off all unnecessary action.


Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and, if you speak, speak accordingly.


Wrong none by doing injuries, or omitting the benefits that are your duty.


Avoid extremes, forbear resenting injuries as much as you think they deserve.


Tolerate no uncleanliness in body, clothes, or habitation.


Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.


Rarely use venery but for health and offspring, never to dullness, weakness, or the injury of your own or another's peace or reputation.


Imitate Jesus and Socrates.
A Quaker friend told Franklin that he, Benjamin, was generally considered proud, so Benjamin put in the Humility touch as an afterthought. The amusing part is the sort of humility it displays. 'Imitate Jesus and Socrates,' and mind you don't outshine either of these two. One can just imagine Socrates and Alcibiades roaring in their cups over Philadelphian Benjamin, and Jesus looking at him a little puzzled, and murmuring: 'Aren't you wise in your own conceit, Ben?'

Henceforth be masterless,' retorts Ben. ' Be ye each one his own master unto himself, and don't let even the Lord put His spoke in.' 'Each man his own master' is but a puffing up of masterlessness.

Well, the first of Americans practiced this enticing list with assiduity, setting a national example. He had the virtues in columns, and gave himself good and bad marks according as he thought his behaviour deserved. Pity these conduct charts are lost to us. He only remarks that Order was his stumbling block. He could not learn to be neat and tidy.

Isn't it nice to have nothing worse to confess ?

He was a little model, was Benjamin. Doctor Franklin. Snuff-coloured little man! Immortal soul and all!

The immortal soul part was a sort of cheap insurance policy.

Benjamin had no concern, really, with the immortal soul. He was too busy with social man.

(1) He swept and lighted the streets of young Philadelphia.

(2) He invented electrical appliances.

(3) He was the centre of a moralizing club in Philadelphia, and he wrote the moral humorisms of Poor Richard.

(4) He was a member of all the important councils of Philadelphia, and then of the American colonies.

(5) He won the cause of American Independence at the French Court, and was the economic father of the United States.

Now what more can you want of a man? And yet he is infra dig., even in Philadelphia.

I admire him. I admire his sturdy courage first of all, then his sagacity, then his glimpsing into the thunders of electricity, then his common-sense humour. All the qualities of a great man, and never more than a great citizen. Middle-sized, sturdy, snuff-coloured Doctor Franklin, one of the soundest citizens that ever trod or 'used venery'.

I do not like him.

And, by the way, I always thought books of Venery were about hunting deer.

There is a certain earnest naivet‚ about him. Like a child. And like a little old man. He has again become as a little child, always as wise as his grandfather, or wiser.

Perhaps, as I say, the most complete citizen that ever 'used venery'.

Printer, philosopher, scientist, author and patriot, impeccable husband and citizen, why isn't he an archetype?

Pioneer, Oh Pioneers! Benjamin was one of the greatest pioneers of the United States. Yet we just can't do with him.

What's wrong with him then ? Or what's wrong with us ?

I can remember, when I was a little boy, my father used to buy a scrubby yearly almanac with the sun and moon and stars on the cover. And it used to prophesy bloodshed and famine. But also crammed in corners it had little anecdotes and humorisms, with a moral tag. And I used to have my little priggish laugh at the woman who counted her chickens before they were hatched and so forth, and I was convinced that honesty was the best policy, also a little priggishly. The author of these bits was Poor Richard, and Poor Richard was Benjamin Franklin, writing in Philadelphia well over a hundred years before.

And probably I haven't got over those Poor Richard ` tags yet. I rankle still with them. They are thorns in young flesh.

Because, although I still believe that honesty is the best policy, I dislike policy altogether; though it is just as well not to count your chickens before they are hatched, it's still more hateful to count them with gloating when they are hatched. It has taken me many years and countless smarts to get out of that barbed wire moral enclosure that Poor Richard rigged up. Here am I now in tatters and scratched to ribbons, sitting in the middle of Benjamin's America looking at the barbed wire, and the fat sheep crawling under the fence to get fat outside, and the watch-dogs yelling at the gate lest by chance anyone should get out by the proper exit. Oh America! Oh Benjamin! And I just utter a long loud curse against Benjamin and the American corral.

Moral America! Most moral Benjamin. Sound, satished Ben!

He had to go to the frontiers of his State to settle some disturbance among the Indians. On this occasion he writes:

We found that they had made a great bonfire in the middle of the square; they were all drunk, men and women quarrelling and fighting. Their dark-coloured bodies, half-naked, seen only by the gloomy light of the bonfire, running after and beating one another with fire-brands, accompanied by their horrid yellings, formed a scene the most resembling our ideas of hell that could be well imagined. There was no appeasing the tumult, and we retired to our lodging. At midnight a number of them came thundering at our door, demanding more rum, of which we took no notice.

The next day, sensible they had misbehaved in giving us that disturbance, they sent three of their counsellors to make their apology. The orator acknowledged the fault, but laid it upon the rum, and then endeavoured to excuse the rum by saying: 'The Great Spirit, who made all things, made everything for some use; and whatever he designed anything for, that use it should always be put to. Now, when he had made the rum, he said: " Let this be for the Indians to get drunk with." And it must be so.'

And, indeed, if it be the design of Providence to extirpate these savages in order to make room for the cultivators of the earth, it seems not improbable that rum may be the appointed means. It has already annihilated all the tribes who formerly inhabited all the seacoast . . .

This, from the good doctor with such suave complacency, is a little disenchanting. Almost too good to bc true.

But there you are! The barbed wire fence. 'Extirpate these savages in order to make room for the cultivators of the earth.' Oh, Benjamin Franklin! He even ' used venery' as a cultivator of seed.

Cultivate the earth, ye gods! The Indians did that, as much as they needed. And they left off there. Who built Chicago? Who cultivated the earth until it spawned Pittsburgh, Pa?

The moral issue! Just look at it! Cultivation included. If it's a mere choice of Kultur or cultivation, I give it up.

Which brings us right back to our question, what's wrong with Benjamin, that we can't stand him? Or else, what's wrong with us, that we kind fault with such a paragon?

Man is a moral animal. All right. I am a moral animal. And I'm going to remain such. I'm not going to be turned into a virtuous little automaton as Benjamin would have me. 'This is good, that is bad. Turn the little handle and let the good tap flow,' saith Benjamin, and all America with him. 'But first of all extirpate those savages who are always turning on the bad tap.'

I am a moral animal. But I am not a moral machine. I don't work with a little set of handles or levers. The Temperance- silence-order- resolution-frugality-industry-sincerity - justice- moderation-cleanliness-tranquility-chastity-humility keyboard is not going to get me going. I'm really not just an automatic piano with a moral Benjamin getting tunes out of me.

Here's my creed, against Benjamin's. This is what I believe:

'That I am I.'

' That my soul is a dark forest.'

'That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.'

'That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.'

' That I must have the courage to let them come and go.'

' That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.'

There is my creed. He who runs may read. He who prefers to crawl, or to go by gasoline, can call it rot.

Then for a 'list'. It is rather fun to play at Benjamin.


Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.


Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.


Know that you are responsible to the gods inside you and to the men in whom the gods are manifest. Recognize your superiors and your inferiors, according to the gods. This is the root of all order.


Resolve to abide by your own deepest promptings, and to sacrifice the smaller thing to the greater. Kill when you must, and be killed the same: the must coming from the gods inside you, or from the men in whom you recognize the Holy Ghost.


Demand nothing; accept what you see fit. Don't waste your pride or squander your emotion.


Lose no time with ideals; serve the Holy Ghost; never serve mankind.


To be sincere is to remember that I am I, and that the other man is not me.


The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgment is never just.


Beware of absolutes. There are many gods.


Don't be too clean. It impoverishes the blood.


The soul has many motions, many gods come and go. Try and find your deepest issue, in every confusion, and abide by that. Obey the man in whom you recognize the Holy Ghost; command when your honour comes to command.


Never 'use' venery at all. Follow your passional impulse, if it be answered in the other being; but never have any motive in mind, neither offspring nor health nor even pleasure, nor even service. Only know that 'venery' is of the great gods. An offering-up of yourself to the very great gods, the dark ones, and nothing else.


See all men and women according to the Holy Ghost that is within them. Never yield before the barren.
There's my list. I have been trying dimly to realize it for a long time, and only America and old Benjamin have at last goaded me into trying to formulate it. ,

And now I, at least, know why I can't stand Benjamin. He tries to take away my wholeness and my dark forest, my freedom. For how can any man be free, without an illimitable background? And Benjamin tries to shove me into a barbed wire paddock and make me grow potatoes or Chicagoes.

And how can I be free, without gods that come and go? But Benjamin won't let anything exist except my useful fellow men, and I'm sick of them; as for his Godhead, his Providence, He is Head of nothing except a vast heavenly store that keeps every imaginable line of goods, from victrolas to cat-o'-nine tails.

And how can any man be free without a soul of his own, that he believes in and won't sell at any price? But Benjamin doesn't let me have a soul of my own. He says I am nothing but a servant of mankind - galley-slave I call it - and if I don't get my wages here below - that is, if Mr Pierpont Morgan or Mr Nosey Hebrew or the grand United States Government, the great US, US or SOMEOFUS, manages to scoop in my bit, along with their lump - why, never mind, I shall get my wages HEREAFTER.

Oh Benjaminl Oh Binjum! You do NOT suck me in any longer.

And why, oh why should the snuff-coloured little trap have wanted to take us all in? Why did he do it?

Out of sheer human cussedness, in the first place. We do all like to get things inside a barbed wire corral. Especially our fellow men. We love to round them up inside the barbed wire enclosure of FREEDOM, and make 'em work. ' Work,you free jewel, WORK!' shouts the liberator, cracking his whip. Benjamin, I will not work. I do not choose to be a free democrat. I am absolutely a servant of my own Holy Ghost.

Sheer cussedness! But there was as well the salt of a subtler purpose. Benjamin was just in his eyeholes - to use an English vulgarism, meaning he was just delighted - when he was at Paris judiciously milking money out of the French monarchy for the overthrow of all monarchy. If you want to ride your horse to somewhere you must put a bit in his mouth. And Benjamin wanted to ride his horse so that it would upset the whole apple-cart of the old masters. He wanted the whole European apple-cart upset. So he had to put a strong bit in the mouth of his ass.

'Henceforth be masterless.'

That is, he had to break-in the human ass completely, so that much more might be broken, in the long run. For the moment it was the British Government that had to have a hole knocked in it. The first real hole it ever had: the breach of the Amurican rebellion.

Benjamin, in his sagacity, knew that the breaking of the old world was a long process. In the depths of his own underconsciousness he hated England, he hated Europe, he hated the whole corpus of the European being. He wanted to be American. But you can't change your nature and mode of consciousness like changing your shoes. It is a gradual shedding. Years must go by, and centuries must elapse before you have finished. Like a son escaping from the domination of his parents. The escape is not just one rupture. It is a long and half-secret process.

So with the American. He was a European when he first went over the Atlantic. He is in the main a recreant European still. From Benjamin Franklin to Woodrow Wilson may be a long stride, but it is a stride along the same road. There is no new road. The same old road, become dreary and futile. Theoretic and materialistic.

Why then did Benjamin set up this dummy of a perfect citizen as a pattern to America ? Of course, he did it in perfect good faith, as far as he knew. He thought it simply was the true ideal. But what we think we do is not very important. We never really know what we are doing. Either we are materialistic instruments, like Benjamin, or we move in the gesture of creation, from our deepest self, usually unconscious. We are only the actors, we are never wholly the authors of our own deeds or works. IT is the author, the unknown inside us or outside us. The best we can do is to try to hold ourselves in unison with the deeps which are inside us. And the worst we can do is to try to have things our own way, when we run counter to IT, and in the long run get our knuckles rapped for our presumption.

So Benjamin contriving money out of the Court of France. He was contriving the first steps of the overthrow of all Europe, France included. You can never have a new thing without breaking an old. Europe happens to be the old thing. America, unless the people in America assert themselves too much in opposition to the inner gods, should be the new thing. The new thing is the death of the old. But you can't cut the throat of an epoch. You've got to steal the life from it through several centuries.

And Benjamin worked for this both directly and indirectly. Directly, at the Court of France, making a small but very dangerous hole in the side of England, through which hole Europe has by now almost bled to death. And indirectly in Philadelphia, setting up this unlovely, snuff-coloured little ideal, or automaton, of a pattern American. The pattern American, this dry, moral, utilitarian little democrat, has done more to ruin the old Europe than any Russian nihilist. He has done it by slow attrition, like a son who has stayed at home and obeyed his parents, all the while silently hating their authority, and silently, in his soul, destroying not only their authority but their whole existence. For the American spiritually stayed at home in Europe. The spiritual home of America was, and still is, Europe. This is the galling bondage, in spite of several billions of heaped-up gold. Your heaps of gold are only so many muck-heaps, America, and will remain so till you become a reality to yourselves.

All this Americanizing and mechanizing has been for the purpose of overthrowing the past. And now look at America, tangled in her own barbed wire, and mastered by her own machines. Absolutely got down by her own barbed wire of shalt-nots, and shut up fast in her own 'productive' machines like millions of squirrels running in millions of cages. It is just a farce.

Now is your chance, Europe. Now let Hell loose and get your own back, and paddle your own canoe on a new sea, while clever America lies on her muck-heaps of gold, strangled in her own barbed wire of shalt-not ideals and shalt-not moralisms. While she goes out to work like millions of squirrels in millions of cages. Production!

Let Hell loose, and get your own back, Europe!

Naji said...

Dear Abu Fares,

I was suddenly reminded of this old favorite above, from D.H. Lawrence's "Studies in Classical American Literature", and impulsively moved to give it to you for Christmas...!! It is not even a bad read (re-read?) during these holidays, aproaching a new year, ...good with a cigar, curled up by the fire, after that fist cognac... short enough to finish with second congnac and pass it on to Om Fares with a little kiss and a smile ...Santana in the background ...etc...!! (even if he does ramble on a bit towards the end...)

Enjoy (I Hope)...!!

Best wishes for a Mery Christmas, a Happy Eid, and a Happy New Year... and for many happy returns...!


abufares said...

Dear Naji

God willing I'd be able to read all of your quotation before the end of the year. I mean this year 2006.
Thank you for your wishes, hoping for the same to you.

Shadi said...

Merry christmas, Adha Mubarak and Happy new year to you Abu Fares, to your family, and to everyone here.

Wish you a wonderful time in this holiday season.

abufares said...

Hi Shadi
Happy Holidays to you. Inshallah the New Year brings you good news, and good news only.

Anonymous said...

this is one of the best blogs i ever saw...i also dislike fairooz' over-simplified and over-rated songs, what ever happened to real composers, and her voice omg..stop shrieking...independantly of this i really like your posts which i have been reading all day...great blog

abufares said...

Hi Anonymous
Thank you for reading my blog all day long. I just hope it was worthwhile your time.

Dubai Jazz said...

Hi Abu Fares, you are finally tagged!
I know it is a festive season and you have vowed to spend your time with your family, so rush, just take your time!

Anonymous said...

Season's greetings from Abu Abdo and family to you and your family and all your readers
Abu Abdo

abufares said...

Hi Dubai Jazz
I'll get on it asap (even before reading what it's all about).
Take care, Adha Moubarak

abufares said...

Abu Abdo
Kol 3am Wa Anta Wa Om Abdo wal Awlad Bi Kheir.
Adha Moubarak.

Ascribo said...

Dear Abufares,

I wish you a very happy Eid and holidays with your family. I really look forward to seeing you wearing that jacket;-) and I hope you'd be able to post something about Eid itself...

Have a great time "off"

abufares said...

Hi Ascribo
Long time no hear!!!
I will get back to posting asap. Unfortunatelt, I've been sick with a terrible cold since my last one.
I'll post about the Eid, whether I get to enjoy it or not.

ArabLady said...

Happy Holiday Season man! Enjoy with ur wishes


abufares said...

Hello ArabLady
Thank you for your wishes.
I do hope that this Eid and the coming year be to your liking and go, as much as possible, your way.

mannona said...

Dear Abufares
Happy Eid and Happy new year. Hope I can spend this holiday season with you all. My love to all the family. Again Adha Mubarak.

abufares said...

Dear Mannona
Kol 3am Wa Anti Wal Jami3 Bi Alf Kheir.
Sorry for not calling you in the last few days but I've been tucked in bed with a cold.
I'm feeling much better now and will get in touch with you at the first opportunity.
Say hi to all.