I was having a very good sleep in my chillin' cold room when I heard some strange noises. I could clearly hear people yelling and screaming outside. I jumped out of bed and headed toward my window, which viewed a nearby farm with a village just behind it. It was already early morning and I could see the workers of the farm running towards a yard and yelling and then dropping on their knees, with the strangest features on their faces. I was in great shock as I couldn't figure out what was going on.

Suddenly, I heard it. The noise of one of those giant bombers flying around and the sound of a bomb being dropped. Luckily, the impact was on a point about 5KM away. OK, whe are safe this time. Well, NO!

As I could notice the very familiar mushroom shape and it needed a bit of a second for me to figure out the bomb was a nuke. As the blast circle was widening, I could see the village being transformed into a sandstorm. The blast line was coming towards us and people started running but I wasn't able to. Actually, there was no need to run. How would you escape a nuclear blast?

In the few seconds needed for the blast to reach us, several scenes of my life flashed accross my mind. My first day in school, pictures of Mom and Dad, my English teacher in high school, my college graduation....

In another part of a second, I started to think: "Why has this bomb been dropped here? What's the point? Why here but not the places closer to the war zone" and my definite reply was: "It's a war where you hit your possible enemies along with your enemies, because we're in the 21st century. No one ever used nukes in war since 1945. Using them now seems to be an act of despair. That's why they would be bombing all cities that could make a base to head the army that would keep the war going. The aftermath will be severe, that's why they're giving it all at once. It's over!".

As people were running, I was just standing there, watching from the window and waiting for the hot breeze to reach and we all get over it. I started shouting: "Ashhadu An La Ilaha Illa Allah.. Ashhadu Anna Mohammadan Rasoolullah", hoping for forgiveness and mercy of God.


I could feel the hot breeze already, people in front of me were turning into ashes, but I was still alive. "Amazing!", I whispered to myself. How come I'm still here, alive and breathing. I looked at my hands. I could clearly see that my fingers were wiping off slowly. "Is that how it works? Or I just can't feel time?", I couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, it was all dark.

I could hear myself breathing loudly. I could hear a loud buzz nearby, but it was still dark. My eyes were closed and the buzz was getting louder and louder. I barely managed to open my eyes as the sunlight struck them. I was lying on my back. I tried to look to where the loud sound was coming from, and there it was. My small mobile phone/calculator/scheduler/gainer/camera was ringing to announce it was time for me to get up and go to work. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head spinning and my breathing still loud and was perspiring like never before. It was a long, bad dream, but it made me think about a lot of stuff.

We've all got a chance to live a good life in peace, but our genetic human arrogance and evil beats us all the time and leads us to wars and massacres. Perhaps everyone of us should have such dream, for all of us to live in peace.

All my passionate sympathy, support and prayers to the kind people of Beirut and beautiful Lebanon, which was blossoming when I went there some time back.

I was having a very good sleep in my chillin' cold room when I heard the noise. I could clearly hear people yelling and screaming outside. I jumped out of bed and headed toward my window, which viewed a nearby farm with a village just behind it. It was already early morning and I could see the workers of the farm running towards a yard and yelling and then dropping on their knees, with the strangest features on their faces. I was in great shock as I couldn't figure out what was going on.

Suddenly, I heard it. The noise of one of those giant bombers flying around and the sound of a bomb being dropped. Luckily, the impact was on a point about 5KM away. OK, where safe this time. Well, NO!

As I could notice the very familiar mushroom shape and it needed a bit of a second for me to figure it the bomb was a nuke. As the blast circle was widening, I could see the village being transformed into a sandstorm. The blast line was coming towards us and people started running but I wasn't able to. Actually, there was no need to run. How would you escape a nuclear blast?

In the few seconds needed till the blast reaches us, several scenes of my life bumped into my brain. My first day in school, pictures of Mom and Dad, my English teacher in high school, my college graduation....

In another part of a second, I stated to think: "Why is this bomb dropped here? What's the point? Why here but not the places closer to the war zone" and my definite reply was: "It's a war where you hit your possible enemies along with your enemies, because we're in the 21st century. No one ever used nukes in war since 1945. Using them now seems to be an act of despair. That's why they would be bombing all cities that could make a base to head the army that would keep the war going. The aftermath will be severe, that's why they're giving it all at once. It's over!".

As people were running, I was just standing there, watching from the window and waiting for the hot breeze to reach and we all get over it. I started shouting: "Ashhadu An La Ilaha Illa Allah.. Ashhadu Anna Mohammadan Rasoolullah", hoping for forgiveness and mercy of God.


I could feel the hot breeze already, people in front of me were turning into ashes, but I was still alive. "Amazing!", I whispered to myself. How come I'm still here, alive and breathing. I looked at my hands. I could clearly see that my fingers were wiping off slowly. "Is that how it works? Or I just can't feel time?", I couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, it was all dark.

I could hear myself breathing loudly. I could hear a loud buzz nearby, but it was still dark. My eyes were closed and the buzz was getting louder and louder. I barely managed to open my eyes as the sunlight struck them. I was lying on my back. I tried to look to where the loud sound was coming from, and there it was. My small mobile phone/calculator/scheduler/gainer/camera was ringing to announce it was time for me to get up and go to work. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head spinning and my breathing still loud and was all sweating. It was a long, bad dream, but it made me think of lots of stuff.

We've all got a chance to live a good life in peace, but our genetic human arrogance and evil beats us all the time and leads us to wars and massacres. Perhaps everyone of us should have such dream, for all of us to live in peace.

All my passionate sympathy, support and prayers to the kind people of Beirut and beautiful Lebanon, which was blossoming when I went there some time back.

I was having a very good sleep in my chillin' cold room when I heard the noise. I could clearly hear people yelling and screaming outside. I jumped out of bed and headed toward my window, which viewed a nearby farm with a village just behind it. It was already early morning and I could see the workers of the farm running towards a yard and yelling and then dropping on their knees, with the strangest features on their faces. I was in great shock as I couldn't figure out what was going on.

Suddenly, I heard it. The noise of one of those giant bombers flying around and the sound of a bomb being dropped. Luckily, the impact was on a point about 5KM away. OK, where safe this time. Well, NO!

As I could notice the very familiar mushroom shape and it needed a bit of a second for me to figure it the bomb was a nuke. As the blast circle was widening, I could see the village being transformed into a sandstorm. The blast line was coming towards us and people started running but I wasn't able to. Actually, there was no need to run. How would you escape a nuclear blast?

In the few seconds needed till the blast reaches us, several scenes of my life bumped into my brain. My first day in school, pictures of Mom and Dad, my English teacher in high school, my college graduation....

In another part of a second, I stated to think: "Why is this bomb dropped here? What's the point? Why here but not the places closer to the war zone" and my definite reply was: "It's a war where you hit your possible enemies along with your enemies, because we're in the 21st century. No one ever used nukes in war since 1945. Using them now seems to be an act of despair. That's why they would be bombing all cities that could make a base to head the army that would keep the war going. The aftermath will be severe, that's why they're giving it all at once. It's over!".

As people were running, I was just standing there, watching from the window and waiting for the hot breeze to reach and we all get over it. I started shouting: "Ashhadu An La Ilaha Illa Allah.. Ashhadu Anna Mohammadan Rasoolullah", hoping for forgiveness and mercy of God.


I could feel the hot breeze already, people in front of me were turning into ashes, but I was still alive. "Amazing!", I whispered to myself. How come I'm still here, alive and breathing. I looked at my hands. I could clearly see that my fingers were wiping off slowly. "Is that how it works? Or I just can't feel time?", I couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, it was all dark.

I could hear myself breathing loudly. I could hear a loud buzz nearby, but it was still dark. My eyes were closed and the buzz was getting louder and louder. I barely managed to open my eyes as the sunlight struck them. I was lying on my back. I tried to look to where the loud sound was coming from, and there it was. My small mobile phone/calculator/scheduler/gainer/camera was ringing to announce it was time for me to get up and go to work. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head spinning and my breathing still loud and was all sweating. It was a long, bad dream, but it made me think of lots of stuff.

We've all got a chance to live a good life in peace, but our genetic human arrogance and evil beats us all the time and leads us to wars and massacres. Perhaps everyone of us should have such dream, for all of us to live in peace.

All my passionate sympathy, support and prayers to the kind people of Beirut and beautiful Lebanon, which was blossoming when I went there some time back.

We will never forget these scenes. The 7-eayr-old Huda Ghaliya was on picnic with her family at Gaza Beach when the Isaeli army launched a strike on the peaceful beach, killing eight members of Huda's family. It was only a flash, a boom, and there she was in the middle of the corpses of her family members. Those images will never be erased off the memory of humanity.






Days after the attack, Shaikh Hamdan Bin Zayed Al Nahyan, UAE Deputy Prime Minister expressed his desire to adopt the 12-year-old.




Now, Huda is here to join Sheikh Hamdan's family. She will be admitted to emotional treatment in an attempt to help her get through what happened. Heartful applause to Sheikh Hamdan, as he shows us that true kindness and makes us remember the late Sheikh Zayed, seeing his charity activities still alive with his sons.

"Do not loose what you have, by desiring what you don't have ;
Because what you have now, is one of the many things you once desired !"

Thanks to Annie for the quote.

Lots of speculations were around about Zidan's act during the World Cup final match against Italy. For those who missed it, In the last minutes of the match, with France being in desperate need for a goal, Zizoo was provoked by the Italian defender Materazzi of which Zidane rammed his head into his chest to be turned off by a red card. France was in very much need of Zidane which was playing the last football match in his career and he is not a player who gets provoked easily. So lots of opinions are around on what really happened.

The fact, so far, is that Zidane is not talking. Even his agent said that he was trying to make him talk, but he didn't, which made the press around the world running around trying to find out what was actually said by Materazzi that made Zidane end his career in this horrible way.

Latest update:
Materazzi admitted insulting Zidane.

"I did insult him, it's true. But I categorically did not call him a terrorist. I'm not cultured and I don't even know what an Islamic terrorist is."

Time only will reveal what happened and cause an incident to be on all cover pages instead of the news of Italy winning the world cup.

You'd think it's another Caribbean-styled hit that will soon vanish into history. But I think this one girl will be around for a long time.

After appearing in 2005 with her hit (Pon De Replay), the girl from Barbados came back this year with a smashing album. I loved the songs (Unfaithful) ,(S.O.S), and (Kisses Don't Lie) and it's admirable that a 18 year old girl left her family and went all alone to NY and still managed to make such music.

You can find (SOS) and (Pon De Replay) in the music section. Both songs are on top of DJ playlists.

A couple of weeks ago, I had to spend a week in Beirut on business. Despite the official nature of my visit, I was able to go around the place on my last day.

It's a strange feeling you get when you're in Beirut. You feel it is a real city that is alive, unlike Dubai, which is more fabricated. Touring around the city, we were able to find ruins that go back to the period of the civil war and the Israeli occupation. Buildings that still full of bullet holes. You could actually imagine the situation, with tanks all around, fighters hiding behind walls waiting for a chance to fire their bazookas, and sniper aiming from rooftops and apartment windows.

But Lebanon was able to stand up on its feet very well after the wall. Reconstruction works were everywhere and Beirut was able to get back to its state of the most popular tourist destination.

Even food over there tastes different, alot better of course. Fortunately, I was able to visit places like "Hareesa" and "j'eeta". I washed I was able to see "B'albak" but it was too far and we actually didn't have enough time, maybe next time.

You can find more pictures from Beirut HERE. Some of these were taken by my buddy Jose.

It's amazing how some people get addicted to lying. These people enclose themselves in their lies and they actually beleive them.

I can somehow understand when someone tells a lie to save himself from trouble. But I've met people that actually lie very frequently that they really get addicted to it. They make up stories if when there's no risk of trouble if the truth was said.

And I've met people who actually beleive the lies they tell. And that makes them better lyers, I guess. There whole existance itself becomes a lie in a while, and everything related to them would turn out to be a big fat fake lie.

Humans are amazing!

I hate working late..
Even worse.. I got used to it.

I quote from Moryarti

What worse than having to send your boss a work-related email at 1:23 AM?
Your boss emailing you back at 1:25AM!

Last night, while driving back home on SZR, I noticed the very-well-known red and blue light of an ambulance on the other side of the road. Clearly noticing that the ambulance was not moving, all the drivers on the road were slowing down to have a look at one smashed car on that wreck lane called SZR.

Whenever anyone sees such scene, you straight ahead notice all the speedy drivers suddenly change their driving habit, at least for that night, knowing that death has passed them and decided to strike on someone else. And death strikes a lot on Dubai roads. According to Gulf News, 300,000 car accidents in one year killed 236 people and injured 2,330. That means more than 2% of all Dubai population (Approx. 1 million) were injured in a car accident last year. One out of 50 people.

Back to our accident scene last night. After all the views and thought on that accident on the other, with every driver in the road slowing down and hoping to reach home safely, another moron on wheels comes flying. A fully black tinted BMW X5 zig-zagging among all 4 lanes for absolutely no reason. I couldn't really help asking myself what this guy was thinking after he saw the accident. I believe such people always think that accidents always happen to (other people). Or maybe they think just because they have a good grip on their 300,000 DHS automobiles, they are allowed to drive like this. Yeah right! One nail into a tire and everything goes bye bye.

Drive safely, guys!
Peace out.

So finally aymanelkhidir.com is up and running.

Owning your own personal URL feels just like having your own piece of real estate on the internet. It is sort of a foot print which refers to you, your identity and your personality. This is how I convinced myself of blowing those $100 for a "virtual" property.

Ever since I started designing wesites when I was 16 years old, I always concentrated on building "public-access" sites where I dump everything I find intersting. You'd find music, online games, poetry and all kind of binary junk. It was cool but it was of those websites you visit once, enjoy what you find, keep walking and never come back again as updates were rarely happening.

This time it's different. This site is "exclusively" dedicated to the people who (actually) know Ayman Elkhidir. If you don't (or didn't) know me personally, then this site is of no use to you. Go to google.com and type (ringtone)!

In this area, I'll - hopefully - be writing lots of stuff. I'll be writing about life, love, friendship, politics, football, and everything that I find interesting and like to share it with you. I'll be mostly writing in English, but sometimes I will write in Arabic, depending on the topic and the targeted audience. I'll be writing stuff you may or may not understand, depending on how close you are to me and how much you know me.

Generally, I'll be talking about anything I think about or find interesting to think about, so you as well can think about it. Comments will be a good way to tell me what you think of whatever you've just read, so this will turn the place into a sort of living room.

Entertainment - as usual - is available. In the (Music Jukebox) section, you'll find frequently-updated playlists of Sudanese, Arabic, English and Hindi music that will always keep you checking on "what hot and new".

The Photo Album is as well an archive of my life which is also frequently updated.

Finally I want to thank everyone who helped me with ideas and resources to make this site come true. I won't be mentioning names. You guys know who you are.

OK. Enough talking for today. Enjoy your stay!

Peace out,
Ayman