Last night I, along with bloggers Ayesha Saldanha and Deonna Kelli Sayed, was invited to participate in a special Elham event regarding the role of blogging in cultural development, with particular emphasis on the literary aspect of online writing. I read several of my posts and answered some very interesting questions from the attendees.
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Some of you might have noticed the January 2007 issue of National Geographic with Dubai as one of its cover articles. On that note, here’s a little something to look at from my archives.
National Geographic, February 1946:
That’s right, probably one of the first articles in NG dealing solely with our little island of hope, Bahrein: Port of Pearls and Petroleum – With 6 illustrations and Map, 11 Natural Color Photographs by Maynard Owen Williams.
Some gems from the article (keeping in mind fair use!):
Even before petroleum outranked piracy and pearls as a source of riches, Bahrein was credited with the highest per-capita wealth on earth.
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Oct 29
Many might have kid about Bahrain’s most popular blog, Mahmood’s Den, being blocked one day. It seems that day will be tomorrow according to a ministerial order.
While one can only speculate on the reasons for the block, some have pointed out that it most likely has to do with the Bandargate scandal.
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Listen to podcast:
Transcript:
While research suggests that people are connected to one another within six degrees of separation worldwide, one of the charms of a small island country like ours is that everyone on it seems to be connected within a degree or two at the most.
Such closeness of relation in large cities or countries provides for happy coincedences, perhaps even serendipitous encounters.
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Aug 23
The following vignette is fiction, including the quotation.
I looked out the window on this cool spring day, thinking of how mother used to enjoy days like this. I remembered Fridays at our villa. Mother would take the opportunity of unusually good weather to walk in the garden. “Our villa’s garden,” she would say, “go out there and enjoy it people, go enjoy the garden that’s right there waiting for you.”
Her words fell on deaf ears, for each one of her four sons dabbled in his own world.
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