About her: The Blood of My Blood!

To the lovely gathering, the tireless hours we spend talking, chit-chatting, and moving thoughts around…

To the smile of the little baby, the pure laugh of her, and the joy she spreads around the place..

To the brother whom is one of the few I love unconditionally without sharing a last name..

To mom’s smile when you’re around.

And to her.. My world is a better place with you..

You’re gonna be missed, a lot.. May ALLAH be always with you.. yi3dilha 3laik m7l ma tgabbili halool…

You are never alone, never far away from our hearts…

About her: The Drama Queen Child

I have been struggling with some childish behavior lately.. I really dunno how to deal with such behavior, and it seems every step I take, every word I say, and every word I don’t say would trigger some stranger behavior..

Ever been in similar situations?? Walk away and never look back.. Trust me, you’ll regret every single moment you struggle with this craziness.. And however hard you try, you will never be rewarded.. Don’t you ever fool yourself that you’ve got it under control. You are never in control of drama queens.. Drama queens cannot be tamed.. They are forever in drama, and they love it.. They will never let you take that from them however hard you try, however lovely and sweet world you make for them.. It’s either you live in their drama and fuel it, or you step outta their lives.. There’s no staying in their lives without getting ignited with drama flames..

Just walk away, pal…

About her: The SUAS

We all have that stupid friend, the one who is on the other side of the world with the word smart..

We all have that ugly friend.. The one who looks like hell however good she tries. Actually trying makes things worse..

We all have that arrogant piece of %$$^, who thinks the world not only revolves around her, but the world is her..

And we all have that smug in our circles, even if we do not choose her, some close friend would do and maintain her in the damn close circle.. And we will bear with that..

The SUAS as you would’ve guessed, is the Stupid, Ugly, Arrogant, Smug her.. She who is right in front of me right now writing these lines.. I’d give her the credit of catching ’em all, no one in my life caught all four letters before.. The type of girls that thinks of herself as wanted and love-able, and thinks all people (esp. men) do what they do craving her attention and wanting her approval, and the entire universe is designed to satisfy her, and that she is too damn tired of all the important things she does that makes her too.damn.busy… Now, not that I do not sympathize with her (fyi: I don’t!) or I discourage self confidence ideas, but at least have the minimum amount of worthiness to claim that huge worth..

Nowadays, all the world is virtually in one place.. And all people claim they deserve better that they got. I never found anybody (except for that one person) that doesn’t claim he/she deserves way better that his life.. It seems odd to me how we think, but not too much to make me claim that we don’t… I can’t claim that children born and raised in South Sudan, Darfur, Nuba Mountains, Sudan (generally), deserved all that misery and those born and raised in LA or Sweden deserved better.. A general rule is hard to maintain, but generally I hate people who have average lives always nagging about how they deserve better if there was justice in the world. Most people I see that way deserve less that what they got, in my opinion and all of those I trust.. And she’s worth less than any low I can ever imagine..

Whenever I see her talking to anyone, I never fail to guess: it’s either gossip about her female coworkers, or how much she is awesome and doing all the impossible things in life.. So let’s be worse than her and talk some more bad of her.. Her life achievements? Being born to a vastly rich family, graduating from the worst college I’ve seen (and probably in the earth), actually getting married, and purchasing a car with less than quarter the price from her brother with money paid by her husband. And oh, she was awarded the queen of the workplace drama.. Her relationship scheme is so complicated that she cannot remember who is her friends (currently) and who are worth making some scenes with.. Her professional track records? Makes me look good! How people around her think of her? I typed 522 words so far all in hate of her…And the worst part, she thinks she is worth it!!!!!

Out of all things I cannot understand, I cannot get how there was some guy who actually liked that, and actually got married to her.. I’d like to have a picture of him and hang it on the wall with a caption: There is hell on earth!

About him: The Invisible

There’s something in his eyes.. Something that made him stand out of the crowd, made him distinguishable among the 361,366 people in this city.. I asked him to do something simple. Now the trick about simple things is that people often treat it the same as non-important things, and they suck at it.. But not that dude, he nailed it.. Then he posed couple of answers to my unasked questions.. I didn’t get the expression wrong as he poses answers the same way you would pose a question. And his simple 42 answered my ultimate question of life, universe, and everything else…

I kinda have a rule not to identify the about-him/her’s, but Bilal stands out.. His work is to be invisible, and his life is invisible to people.. Yet somewhere, some blog post is all about you man.. And to some random guy whom is invisible to you, you stood out..

You Do Not Have To Take My Word. Seriously.

From the very first days of your life, you knew that is how life works. You trust people to interact with your life in ways that might break it, and they hopefully don’t break it. The doctor that pulls you out of warmth and comfort to the cold uncertainty, and the nurse that doesn’t drop you, and then your parents with absolutely everything. But you don’t really have a choice in that, do you? Then the story goes on: your early school friends with your secrets, your siblings with your [top] secrets, your lover with your heart (Spoiler: they will break it!), your boss with not screwing you up (but he will!), and your children with your name, reputation, and wallet :D and your leaders with your big issues. And they all do the same to you. There’s nothing you can do to stop any of them screwing you up, yet the common human decency prevents that and frowns upon those who do. This is how we act, this is how we are wired to be like, and this is how we design things…

And here comes the early days of web. People having all that things they wanna share. Mr. Lee puts up a way to do so, and it’s on like it was never before in the human history.. At some point, people decides it would become handy if there’s a way to share some secrets without others knowing, and mathematicians come forward with some tricks and a cool name to call it: cryptography! In theory, that was a great solution, but here practicality kicked in pretty awfully. People responsible for making a practical way for that came up with a pretty good model (read: protocol) that addressed the crypto part of it well, but when it comes to authentication, they really, really sucked!

To clear it up a bit, let me go more about the last part. Let’s say I want to tell you a secret, over the web (seriously, I do!). If I just tell you what I want to tell you, people may hear it on the way to you, people may stop it, and aggressive people may change it. I can use the crypto trick: I put my secrets into the box (=algorithm) and lock it with a key, and send it to you. Now nobody knows what’s in the box, nobody can change some of it, and nobody can filter it based on contents (because he cannot see its contents!). The new problem is: how can the other party open that box? He needs the key! If I send him the key, they key itself could be intercepted and the box can now be opened. Put the key in another box? C’mon, you’re smarter than that! The new new key needs to be exchanged as well.. Now that’s a stall! We have to exchange keys in another secure (or at least separate) channel, where no intercepting party can get it.. That would be acceptable when talking about handing a USB thumb to my friend next door with the key inside, but scaling up and contacting a totally stranger in the other side of the world with no available channel than the internet is totally … what’s the word? insane! (let’s face it: if we had another channel of communications with strangers in the other side of the world, we wouldn’t have invented the internet!)…

So the magicians came up with another crypto trick: PKI. The same box, only with two keys. If closed with key 1, it cannot be opened except with key 2, and vice versa. So now, keep one key to yourself (let’s name it Private Key) and publish the other (let’s call it Public Key). Now anyone wanna say something private to you can place it in a box and lock it with your public key, and he’ll rest assured that nobody else can see it but you. You can reply to him and he’ll know that’s you because if he could open it with his public key that means it must’ve been locked with the private key that nobody has but you (supposedly). Combine your keys and his, lock a box encrypted with your private key into a box with his public key and you now have a private channel! Now that’s perfect right? Really?!

Think of that: How to publish your public key? Anyone can tell you: Here, that’s your friend public key, and you cannot prove him right or wrong. Remember the key exchange problem in the third paragraph? Let’s call it the Trust problem, and here you are, my friend, falling for it again. You cannot get the meta data about the secure connection securely without a secure connection. Now people from Netscape faced that problem when designing SSL, and their solution was a lousy one: let’s ship the apps that wanna speak in private with the public keys! But you cannot have all public keys in the world, so they chose to create another billion dollar business in the world: let’s trust some businessmen, have their keys shipped with apps, and let them sell keys to people verified by them. Now when speaking to your friend, your friend gives you a key that he claims his, that key must be signed with another key that is a private key of a company that their public key is shipped with your browser. This sentence is designed to confuse you, and if it didn’t, that’s because I didn’t try so hard, the protocol is messed up like that! Let’s now put some naming in place: Public keys are replaced with Certificates ( = public key and some more info), the billion dollar companies are Certificate Authorities (CAs), and the app is the app (a browser is a common example). Now the design flow results in the following: Whoever claims to be ABC must present a certificate of ABC signed by a CA, and whoever presents a CA signed certificate for ABC is ABC. We completely trust the CAs that our browsers comes with, and not just browsers, all apps and operating systems. We trust them to verify that ABC is ABC, and that they will never lie or sell us. We trust them not to be jerks, and we trust them to know what they’re doing. And as with all huge trust relationships, they do prove they are worthless…

DigiNotar, Comodo, even VeriSign screwed up. CNNIC sold us, and modern OSes and browsers stacked them CAs up with endless chains that made it impossible to revoke the trust of any cert or CA. Hong Kong Post Office is a trusted CA, for God’s sake! This thing is messed up.

It might be forgiven for those who designed the protocol, they were working in a famously stressful workplace, but it is obvious that there are many who benefit from the way things are and they would kill to keep it that way: CAs whose business is going to dust if things changed, security companies invested in that, and most of all: intelligence and governmental facilities whose work got much easier this way: any legit CA cert from any (already shipped) CA and they can easily intercept the hell out of conversations (I’m looking at you, MCS Holdings and CNNIC!). Things like the Basic Constraint bug tells you that they don’t wanna know. They don’t wanna hear how messed up this whole thing up, cuz they like it so…

There is that thing, whenever you argue with someone who’s really really befitting from something ugly, he breaks the lines of: what’s the alternative? CAs are deeply embedded in our life and the way we do things now. How can we change that? That’s a legit question indeed! And that’s another topic!

You don’t trust me? you have Google, and a million resources in the wild west and tamed east.. As my man Bruno tells ya: Don’t believe me just watch!

Five Years!

Of all places I kid my self that I know, I know this place better..

I have more beloved ones here than any other place..

I know all the exits..

It feels more like home.

Five years ago, the same place, the very same time.. The same spot, no more no less.. It was a red sun, white coffin, and a hard rock that love could dig into a grave. We never thought we could ever dig that rock, and yet, it was where you are meant to lay down. They loved you, oh so much did they, and it was a natural sight to see them destroying that hard rock to spare you your place, next to your beloved mother.. You belonged there, not in the dirty little hole we are left into. I remember your last night. I was hiding from you, for not completing a task you assigned to me. I pretended to be asleep and turned off the light. Oh, since when do I turn the light off?! You said nothing, and in the morning I never saw you.. I never saw you afterwards, and never gonna do again. I was sick that day, spending time at home far away from where you were. I got to you late, when you are already gone. That was it, you went when I was hiding in shame, and you went far when I was late. Shame and lateness are all what I gave you ever since… I am sorry…

I prepared many defenses ever since, for what I’m gonna say. Too much was expected of me, too much that no one could ever get that high this way. I was not completely understood, and I was always late for a reason. I make no excuses now, and just wish to pass this burden to no other person. I will defend whom I love from these great expectations, and no one has to be anything more or less..

A young boy left us today. He had the same name, and the sorrow was near. I wish him God’s merci. I had to go through the same process, in a closer place, where people are burying a person whom was never expected to be in here. The same person saying the prayers, the same hitting the rock, the same old men with all the wisdom in the world, saying the same shit they say endlessly.. When is your turn Goddammit? And the same friends stood by me that day…

I met a young boy. His name was Ahmed, just like me.. He is in fifth grade, and knows no other place to call home. He insisted that he knew nothing else before they came here. “My mom knows all”, he said. I had a little chat with him, and I swear I saw your face moving next to me.. I couldn’t catch you, or was I late as always?!

Father, forgive me.. It’s too heavy that I cannot carry by my own. It’s too hot that it burns me to the bone, and it is so watched that I cannot have a space for wisdom.

I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along

Would I write a six years post? Would I still keep on on this failed life yet another whole year? Oh God, never again…

Say A Little Prayer For You

In couple of hours, we’re having an addition to our family.. A baby girl to brighten our days.. I have some little prayers, O ALLAH please grant them…

• For my beloved sister, my boo, my love, I pray you a safe easy operation. May ALLAH give you the strength.. And may your angle lighten your life and bring you happiness.. Amen.
• For the beloved angle, I wish you a happy landing.. It’s a terrible world, I can assure you. We’ll try to walk you through some dark nights, but the rest is yours to fight. I wish you a great life, great goals, and a great mystries broken roads that lead to happiness.. Uncle loves you hun :-)
• For my beloved mom, I wish you tension free d