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Galileo Saudi Arabia Program <strong>Newspaper</strong> By Nuha Alahmadi On my birthday, my friend invited me to an american restaurant to celebrate and have fun. By the way, this was the first time for me to eat an American food. So I was wondering what kind of food do Americans have! Then, The server handed me the menu to choose a meal but it was just fast food. I asked the waiter where the American food was and I also asked for fresh juice, but there was nothing of these. Personally, this is my cultural shock about American food and restaurants which is quite different from Arabic food. Actually, I always eat Arabic food which is different from one region to another. It is tasty, spicy, cooked well and delicious. Arabic food is affected by culture and religion. Some people serve vegetables and fruit with the main meal. In addition, they put in the middle of the dining table a bowl of fruit. Vegetables are stuffed with rice and meats. Green and black olives are presented in many dishes on top of that, olive oil is most frequently used in food preparation. Grilling, frying, grinding and stewing are the most common ways of preparing middle eastern dishes .Common spices and herbs are included. In my culture, the family gather to eat different meals which reflects family values. Moreover, the most popular American food is fast food such as hamburger, meat loaf, french fries, hot dogs, potato chips, macaroni and cheese. In my opinion, I don’t have a lot of experience about American food but I am sure that there are lots of healthy food. ”Apple pie is one of a number of American cultural icons. A sirloin steak dinner, served with sauteed onion, fries, broccoli, carrots, and snow peas, garnished with chives. The cuisine of the United States reflects its history. The European colonization of the Americas.” In conclusion, food plays an important role in our daily lives. It is very important for human beings at different age stages. Food is a source of pleasure, comfort and security. It is also a sample of hospitality. What we select to eat, how do we prepare it, how we eat it, what time do we eat and even how much do we eat or choose to eat are all factors touched by our individual cultural inheritance. A Bad Workman Blames His Tools By : Saleh Shaman It is so common and irritating for some people in all areas of activities to lay blame on others or even their working items for an error they are responsible for. When they make mistakes they tend to automatically blame someone else either because they are afraid or be ashamed to take responsibility for whatever has happened. This type of people are unable to see any fault in themselves and go further to the assumption that mistakes happen out of other people’s or items fault. Humans assume that if they can accept the responsibility of whatever the mistake that has happened in their working area , people will perceive them as incompetent and less capable of performing that particular job. They forget that it is out of taking the blame for the mistakes. They are responsible for the fact that their colleagues and other people will respect and perceive them as more mature men to work with. It feels very annoying and ignorant for them, and it tells that they hate that they are not good enough for that particular activity. Admitting that you are wrong doesn’t mean that you are weak, but rather you should take accountability and use the mistake as an avenue to learn. You should admit to lack of skills to perform a task so that your colleagues in workplace assist you to be responsible so that next time the mistake will not repeat. Some managers for example, tend to point fingers to others. That it is their failure to execute their mandate that a mistake has happened even when it is because of their failure to prove that they deserve power, trust or respect of which it is very bad thing. What they don’t know is that admitting to mistakes and taking the blame makes a person strong and earns respect. Therefore , if you are one of these people who blame others , be brave and blame yourself. Moreover, try to learn from your mistakes and do not forget to ask God for forgiveness from people whom you have blamed. 31
By Maysa Mishrif White After my eldest brother passed away ten years ago, my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. She was devastated by the news and couldn’t believe that he was no longer there. My mother was the sort of person who would hold people so close to her heart, let alone her own beloved son. She was also the sort of person who would give unconditional love. My mother would suffer through unimaginable hardships. In addition, my mother was the sort of person who was undeniably altruistic. She was my source of love, comfort, pleasure, laughter, happiness, warmth, affection and more. She was my shelter, my candle that lights my nights, my blood that runs in my veins. No words could ever begin to express my feelings towards my mother. I remember her innocent laughter at the same joke over and over again. I remember my kids giggling at her in the living room. “Salma, you’ve got to see this,” Feysal yelled. Salma burst into laughter echoing, “Tell the joke again, tell the joke again.” At that moment, I felt that words were choked in my throat. I leaned against her, gave her a warm kiss on her forehead and whispered in her ear “Please forgive them mom,” and pretended to laugh with her at the same joke. Even though she was sick, her presence brought intact security. Unexpectedly, she got worse and had to be admitted into the hospital. My two sisters and I looked after her. I spent weekends with her because I had to work during weekdays. My daughter grumbled as I was leaving for the hospital: “How can you go and leave us mom?” I gave her a big hug and said, “You can come to visit.” Deep in my heart I knew that my mother would leave us soon. thought. I picked it up. All I said was “Hello.” Two seconds later, my tears were falling down like rain on my cheeks. I rushed as fast as I could to the hospital, but I was too late. As I was walking towards the door, my legs felt so heavy like never before. I entered my mother’s room. It was colorless. Everything looked pale. The room had never looked as white as it did that day. The walls were white, the curtains were white, the floor was white, even my mother was as white as the wallpaper on the walls. Yet, she looked absolutely beautiful, a big smile set upon her rosy lips, a scent of peace was emitting from her. A sudden flashback of memories manifested in front of my eyes like a movie reel, a rollercoaster of old memories. I remembered her cozy, colored bed. I remembered her warm hugs and joyful smiles. I remembered... I remembered… A split second later and I’m back again standing in front of the colorless bed. Trying so hard to hide my tears, “I love you mom. May God bless you and may you rest in peace.” I groaned. I regretted not being there. I regretted not holding her hands. I couldn’t forgive myself for not seeing her in her last moments. I wished it was a weekend. I wished all days were weekends. Several months after my mom’s passing, my daughter had a production at her school. I told my daughter that I won’t be able to go because I needed to work. My daughter was devastated. The next morning I got up as if I was a different person. I couldn’t afford missing my daughter’s big day as I missed my mother’s passing. I got dressed and went to her school. Her pride and joy gave me such satisfaction that put my heart at ease. At that moment I felt I was forgiven. Your name is so deeply engraved in my heart I LOVE YOU MOM The phone rang around midnight. It was my sister. It was not a weekend. I was home with my kids. My heart was pounding and pounding as if it was going to break out of my chest. “I better not answer that,” I 32
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