She Writes Verses of Poetry

She writes verses of poetry in her mind as she looks at the pale moon and the North Star from a two story house – a house built on the side of the street of a village that has endured bombshells and rifles and men with rough shoes and a handful of foreign languages.

She writes verses of poetry in her mind about what’s going on in the minds of the people sitting in the gardens and lit houses around her: What hardships have they endured in their lives? How many times have they fallen in love? What goes on in their minds as they lay their heads every night on their pillow? What has made them who they currently are?

She is fascinated by people’s history.

She writes verses of poetry in her mind as the prayers of a distant priest fill the village for the fifth time that day, and raise to the sky in an attempt to please a listener in the heavens that may or may not be listening – that may be a figment of imagination that has been passed on from a history to another, and has been woven so deeply into the histories of so many that it has become an “unquestionable” reality.

She writes verses of poetry in her mind about this reality, as she realizes the role she can and has to play in carving out an exact piece of the future she wants to hold in her wrinkled hands 50 – 60 years from now.

She trudges down the steps to the first floor and lights red candles she usually leaves for special events then decorates the halls with them. She sits facing a 32 inch TV.

She turns it on: Skies black from fire smoke. Villages rioting. People out of their minds. Minds out of their people. Burnt gardens. A repeated history.Chaos. A young girl with curly brown hair and sun-kissed skin lying dead in a pool of crimson red blood. A young boy placing next to her a white flower black from the grease in his hands, and a lit red candle.

She turns it off – smashes the screen with the vase of white flowers she had placed at the table, next to the red candle she just lit.

And then, she goes back to writing verses of poetry in her mind, running far away from a bitter- sweet reality and a constantly repeating history. But at the back of her mind, behind where the verses of poetry form, the image of curls and tan and the history that that girl could have made continuously resurface.

At some point, she knows she will write verses about her too.


TechGirls : Inspiring A Worthwhile Road

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One year ago, I was going through the pictures of the Tech Girls of 2014, wishing I was one of them.

Yesterday, I was on Flickr, going through the pictures of Tech Girls of 2015 – the pictures of girls who have become sisters to me in the past 3 weeks. I still have trouble digesting the entire experience I had went through in the United States and the fact that I was even part of this program. Every single moment was a special one, a different one.



From the day I arrived, I knew that this is going to be a life-changing experience. Going from Washington DC’s airport to American University, I looked through the bus’ windows at DC:  Its clean vastness that boasted a contrast of lit signs of international companies and beautiful greenery is enough to inspire anyone to think big. Such forms of inspiration continued from the first moments of arrival up to the last minutes before departure – which for the fact, we spent at the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum (NASM)’s annex (Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center), digging deeper into the science, mechanics, and history of international and historic airplanes.

And I was right: it was a life-changing experience.

At Tech Girls, we were exposed to how the real tech world works and to how successful people have built themselves and their companies. We visited the big tech companies and met with several hard-working, intelligent women, each of which had her story to inspire us with. We visited museums that exposed us to the American culture, past scientific achievements, and future ideas on the road.  We went through a technology camp that empowered us with a programming language and creative ideas. We spent two days at a summer camp that gave us long-lasting friends. We learned about the importance of continuously giving back to our communities and about the strategies of designing projects fully focused on benefiting the people. We made friends – no, sisters – from all around the Arab World. We laughed, cried, danced, sang, and talked for hours. We fully embraced the importance of diversity, technology, and society.

Most importantly, we realized that the road in the field of technology is not going to be an easy one, but it will definitely be one that’s worth it.


Because the technology we develop is the future of the planet. Our innovation and hard work will be what will determine the next course humanity will take – be it regarding space exploration, renewable energy, social media, medicine, politics, and many more topics.

At Facebook and Yahoo, we met with women whose work is at the intersection between politics and social media: The effect of the work they do ripples into the hands of millions of users of these two massive companies. At Virginia Tech University, we saw and listened to the newest research and inventions being made: solar cells as thin and small as an A5 paper, doorsteps that can help conserve energy by turning off the electricity in rooms you are not in, 3D printing technology that can change the medical and industrial field, and much, much more.  And what these visits, and many others, made me realize is that everyone can have a role in technological development – not a small role, but a big one if he/she wants to. Everyone and anyone can change an entire industry if he/she put their mind and work into it.  Everyone and anyone can affect the community, country, and world they’re in.

Just think about it: The next coding class you’re giving might be to a 12 year old that would one day start what would become the biggest tech company. The next event you make might hold the inspiration that a young entrepreneur needs to launch his idea. The next picture you post might be one of a tech program that sparks the interest of a young girl in the suburbs of a big city – a program that once she applies to and gets accepted in might change her life.

Scratch the last “might”. The program already did.

Tech Girls gave me the confidence I needed to have in my tech abilities and ideas and in myself.  I now look at all the difficulties currently present in my country and in the world, and remember a sentence said by one of the women we met at Facebook:

“Every job I had did not exist before I had it. I saw this problem. I saw the solution, and I realized that I want to be the one to do this.”

 I see the problems, and I’m on the look-out for solutions.