The "Moroccan princess" and the Cybersexing Arab , a satire but a true story, dedicated to Fatima Mernissi the Moroccan sociological writer

2014/10/18 19:23:32] *** Missed call from mr. 1. ***

[2014/10/18 19:42:29] mr. 1: But u dont realy think as a regime agent u will survive long by threatening activists, right?

[2014/10/18 19:43:01] mr. 1: At the end of the day there is law

[2014/10/18 19:43:26] mr. 1: Muahhhh :) fuck u hard u animal :)))))

[2014/10/18 20:49:18] mr.1: R u sad :(?

[2014/10/18 21:51:58] *** Missed call from mr. 1. ***

 [2014/10/18 22:13:04] Canela: You are the agent, not me. You are the disgusting alawi who hacked Bilal's account and is harassing and alienating his friends while subtly trying to nose out information. One possibility. The other is that you are him, and you are just fucked up, dis functional and crazy and dumping your shit on people.

I know two,  others. They were tortured in prison and they both have this totally mad,irrational tempter though none of them shower me with obscenities like you. And among those who are or claim to be a revolutionary you are the only one wasting your time in cybersex.

[2014/10/18 22:16:09] mr. 1: Wht cybersex u r talkin about

[2014/10/18 22:16:16] mr. 1: And wbbho is Bilal

[2014/10/18 22:16:34] mr. 1: R u mad now?

[2014/10/18 22:16:57] mr. 1: U r an assad agent or not

[2014/10/18 22:17:05] mr. 1: Be honesty

[2014/10/18 22:17:19] mr. 1: Just be honest

[2014/10/18 22:17:27] mr. 1: Nothing more!

[2014/10/18 22:27:20] Canela: Or to  whatever your name is. F something. I should check the screenshots. Or ask Jean Marie. :)

[2014/10/18 22:2: I am who I said I am.

[2014/10/18 22:28:57] mr1: Screenshots show nothing, ur photoshop might show

[2014/10/18 22:29:18] mr. 1: But asking jean marie might help. Honestly

[2014/10/18 22:29:34] mr. 1: And u r practiced agent

[2014/10/18 22:29:42] Canela: Bilal F. You don't know who that is? From a Paris university, Syrian?

[2014/10/18 22:31:54] mr.: Syrian? Ok

[2014/10/18 22:32:04] Canela: Jean Marie is pro regime

[2014/10/18 22:32:06] mr. 1: So what do u want ?

[2014/10/18 22:32:13] mr. 1: Ask her

[2014/10/18 22:32:22] mr. 1: U said u want to ask her

[2014/10/18 22:32:24] mr. 1: So do

[2014/10/18 22:32:40] Canela: I already know who you are

[2014/10/18 22:32:42] mr. 1: U use same regime tchniques

[2014/10/18 22:32:48] mr. 1: Of frightening ppl

[2014/10/18 22:32:49] mr. 1: Ppl

[2014/10/18 22:32:57] mr1: Threatening

[2014/10/18 22:33:10] mr. 1: And print screens

[2014/10/18 22:33:20] mr. 1: And nosy info

[2014/10/18 22:33:30] Canela: Ok, fine. I am Syrian, from Lattakia and a regime agent. And I am after you and want to ruin your life. Now what?

[2014/10/18 22:33:38] mr. 1: So why dont u just b ballanced

[2014/10/18 22:33:45] mr.1: No

[2014/10/18 22:33:54] mr.1: U r not from lattakia

[2014/10/18 22:34:01] Canela: Have you ever been fucked by a regime agent?

[2014/10/18 22:34:01] mr. 1: Now nothing

[2014/10/18 22:34:11] mr. 1: U r the one

[2014/10/18 22:34:24] Canela: Who fucked you hhhh

[2014/10/18 22:34:36] mr. 1: So i will block u here if u keep threatening Nd talkin bullshit

[2014/10/18 22:34:37] Canela: Too late

[2014/10/18 22:34:44] mr. 1: Be good

[2014/10/18 22:34:51] mr. 1: Too late for ?

[2014/10/18 22:34:52] Canela: I am not threatening youn

[2014/10/18 22:35:01] mr1: Yes u are

[2014/10/18 22:35:10] mr. 1: U even black mailed me

[2014/10/18 22:35:23] Canela: I blackmailed that alawi

[2014/10/18 22:35:28] mr. 1: So u want to be normal or no??

[2014/10/18 22:35:31] Canela: I mortified him

[2014/10/18 22:35:50] mr. 1: Who alawii? And whts ur prob with alwaits?

[2014/10/18 22:36:07] Canela: And made him feel ashamed before all his friends

[2014/10/18 22:36:14] mr. 1: Why u black mail ppl

[2014/10/18 22:36:25] mr. 1: U think its hard?

[2014/10/18 22:36:37] mr. 1: To destroy anyones reputation?

[2014/10/18 22:36:45] Canela: Because he was stupid enough to ask me to fuvk him when he was angry that I do not like Bashar

[2014/10/18 22:36:49] mr. 1: U think u did good job by doin that?

[2014/10/18 22:37:31] mr1: The easiest thing is to chase someone and destroy his life

[2014/10/18 22:37:48] mr. 1: But that is not what i am ready to do

[2014/10/18 22:37:49] Canela: If you want to have a reputation, do what creates the reputation, do not do the opposite. Simple

[2014/10/18 22:37:51] mr. 1: Not me

[2014/10/18 22:38:17] mr. 1: U r not in that place to tell ppl wht to do

[2014/10/18 22:38:28] mr. 1: And even u with all the reputation u did

[2014/10/18 22:38:35] Canela: This is not what one does

[2014/10/18 22:38:37] mr. 1: It can be destroyed essily

[2014/10/18 22:38:46] mr. 1: So y u think u r smart?

[2014/10/18 22:38:55] Canela: I told you, I showed his friends what he does.

[2014/10/18 22:39:06] mr. 1: Ot was not ur business

[2014/10/18 22:39:10] Canela: There were some good Muslims among his friends

[2014/10/18 22:39:12] mr. 1: U were a betrayal

[2014/10/18 22:39:28] Canela: Sweetheart, I am teasing you

[2014/10/18 22:39:37] mr. 1: He can do much worse things to destroy ur career Nd life

[2014/10/18 22:39:39] Canela: You are gullible

[2014/10/18 22:39:52] mr. 1: U can not do that to someone

[2014/10/18 22:39:56] mr. 1: U can not

[2014/10/18 22:40:04] Canela: I am simply teasing you

[2014/10/18 22:40:12] mr. 1: No u were not

[2014/10/18 22:40:17] mr. 1: U betrayed

[2014/10/18 22:40:27] mr. 1: U cant lie now

[2014/10/18 22:40:31] mr. 1: Stop

[2014/10/18 22:40:37] m01: And be a good person

[2014/10/18 22:40:43] Canela: I betrayed what?

[2014/10/18 22:40:48] mr. 1: It does not worth

[2014/10/18 22:41:03] mr. 1: The private ethics

[2014/10/18 22:41:05] Canela: You asked me for cybersex

[2014/10/18 22:41:13] mr. 01: No i didnt

[2014/10/18 22:41:17] mr. 1: U r a liar

[2014/10/18 22:41:23] Canela: You showered me with obscenities

[2014/10/18 22:41:27] mr. 1: And u r a regime agent

[2014/10/18 22:41:38] mr. 1: I did nothing bad

[2014/10/18 22:41:41] mr. 1: Like that

[2014/10/18 22:41:43] mr1: To you

[2014/10/18 22:41:52] mr. 1: Leave me alone

[2014/10/18 22:41:55] mr. 1: And go

[2014/10/18 22:42:06] mr. 1: U disappointed me enough

[2014/10/18 22:42:41] Canela: And now you say I am messing with your reputation? You are messing with your reportation. What kind of asshole would do this stuff from his own profile to people he does not know? Who could be anybody?

[2014/10/18 22:43:04] mr. 1: Wht?

[2014/10/18 22:43:13] mr. 1: What i did

[2014/10/18 22:43:17] mr. 1: Show me!??

[2014/10/18 22:43:24] mr. 1: Tell me!!?

[2014/10/18 22:43:28] mr. 1: What!!?

[2014/10/18 22:43:35]  Canela: Go on facebook, add a friend of a well known lady among the jet set of New York and say " suck my dick."

[2014/10/18 22:43:52] mr1: Who did that?

[2014/10/18 22:44:01] mr. 1: U r a liar

[2014/10/18 22:44:04] mr. 1: U r mad

[2014/10/18 22:44:07] Canela: While using his name and his photo ?

[2014/10/18 22:44:14] Canela: You did

[2014/10/18 22:44:14] mr. 1: U lost a potential friend

[2014/10/18 22:44:22] mr. 1: No i didnt

[2014/10/18 22:44:22] Canela: Look

[2014/10/18 22:44:30] mr. 1: U asked me and i refused

[2014/10/18 22:44:34] Canela: You are a coward

[2014/10/18 22:44:37] mr. 1: U look

[2014/10/18 22:44:56] mr. 1: U r a mad crazy mentally sick person

[2014/10/18 22:45:00] Canela: I asked you and you refused. You were a virgin,. Hahahahahaha

[2014/10/18 22:45:09] mr. 1: I thought u were educated

[2014/10/18 22:45:20] mr. 1: Yes i was :))

[2014/10/18 22:45:34] mr. 1: Nono i was not but i didnt like u

[2014/10/18 22:45:59] Canela: I will tell that to Jean Marie. " Bilal is this shy guy in Paris. Shall we send him a nice girl to take his virginity! He is getting old."

[2014/10/18 22:46:35] mr. 1: Y u want to do this to me ?

[2014/10/18 22:46:53] Canela: I will tell her I tried to seduce you. And you were so innocent, you did not even know what I was talking about

[2014/10/18 22:47:07] Canela: So I took pity on you.

[2014/10/18 22:47:11] mr. 1: No

[2014/10/18 22:47:11] mr1: Dont tell her that plzzzzz

[2014/10/18 22:47:20] Canela: We should help you to have some fun

[2014/10/18 22:47:25] mr. 1: That is not nice

[2014/10/18 22:47:33] Canela: Paris must be lonely for a guy like that

[2014/10/18 22:47:37] mr. 1: But who is bilal in the first place?

[2014/10/18 22:47:55] mr1: Go

[2014/10/18 22:48:01] mr. 1: U r really crazy

[2014/10/18 22:48:09]  Canela: You want me to tell you who is Bilal F?

[2014/10/18 22:48:36] mr. 1: Leave me alone

[2014/10/18 22:48:44] Canela: He is a guy who

[2014/10/18 22:48:47] mr. 1: When u r back to ur mind

[2014/10/18 22:48:53] mr. 1: If u have any

[2014/10/18 22:48:55] Canela: Writes and

[2014/10/18 22:48:57] mr. 1: Then okay

[2014/10/18 22:49:03] Canela: Studied history

[2014/10/18 22:49:15] mr.1: Other wise leave me alone

[2014/10/18 22:49:24] Canela: And education

[2014/10/18 22:49:27] mr. 1: That might b written on the net

[2014/10/18 22:49:36] mr. 1: So u read it there

[2014/10/18 22:49:42] Canela: And business admin at a Paris university

[2014/10/18 22:49:44] mr. 1: Anyways

[2014/10/18 22:49:55] mr. 1: Hell go

[2014/10/18 22:49:57] Canela: Who gives interviews

[2014/10/18 22:50:01] mr. 1: What do u want from me?

[2014/10/18 22:50:20] mr1: I block u here if u dont talk in a descent way

[2014/10/18 22:50:21] Canela: Are you waiting for me to blackmail you?

[2014/10/18 22:50:36] Canela: I said I was teasing

[2014/10/18 22:50:45] mr. 1: U already blackmailed me

[2014/10/18 22:50:50] Canela: I have a sense of humour

[2014/10/18 22:50:59] mr. 1: No u were not teasing

[2014/10/18 22:51:04] Canela: I blackmailed the other guy

[2014/10/18 22:51:08] mr. 1: U r strange!!

[2014/10/18 22:51:08] Canela: Not you

[2014/10/18 22:51:27] mr. 1: No u did that with me too

[2014/10/18 22:51:31] Canela: I told you that I blackmailed a law student from Tartous

[2014/10/18 22:51:33] mr. 1: And u do it with many

[2014/10/18 22:51:37] mr. 1: I am sure

[2014/10/18 22:51:44] mr1: No

[2014/10/18 22:51:53] Canela: Ok, fine, if that is what you think.

[2014/10/18 22:51:53] mr. 1: Not true

[2014/10/18 22:52:03] mr. 1: I believe in that

[2014/10/18 22:52:05] Canela: Let's assume I am in Paris

[2014/10/18 22:52:10] mr. 01: Ok

[2014/10/18 22:52:14] mr. 1: Come

[2014/10/18 22:52:17] Canela: And have your address

[2014/10/18 22:52:24] mr. 1: Let me see u when i can

[2014/10/18 22:52:30] Canela: And am so angry at you

[2014/10/18 22:53:25] Canela: That I will call one of the usual suspects and send a hitman to your house to drop a snake in your window while you are sleeping

[2014/10/18 22:53:31] Canela: Or something like that

[2014/10/18 22:53:47] Canela: Are you happy now

.

[2014/10/18 22:54:17] mr. 1: U want to kill!??

[2014/10/18 22:54:25] Canela: Do you understand why this Kafranbel poster guy hired me as a writer

. :)

[2014/10/18 22:54:26] mr. 1: Ready to do that!??

[2014/10/18 22:54:35] mr. 1: U r liar

[2014/10/18 22:54:38] Canela: He hired me

[2014/10/18 22:54:40] mr1: He didnt

[2014/10/18 22:54:44] mr.1: No

[2014/10/18 22:54:48] Canela: Because he likes my writing

[2014/10/18 22:54:49] mr.1: He didnt

[2014/10/18 22:54:56] mr.1: Show me evidence

[2014/10/18 22:55:12] mr.1: U r schyzophrenic

[2014/10/18 22:55:23]  Canela: And thought I would have enough imagination to come up with a Bashar interview by Oprah

[2014/10/18 22:55:46] Canela: I don't even know Oprah's show but I wrote it and he loved it

[2014/10/18 22:55:56] mr. 1: Lies

[2014/10/18 22:56:04] mr. 1: Borring

[2014/10/18 22:56:07] Canela: Ok sweetie

[2014/10/18 22:56:10] mr. 1: No truth

[2014/10/18 22:56:15] Canela: I made this up

[2014/10/18 22:56:26] mr. 1: Y u call me sweetie???

[2014/10/18 22:56:26] Canela: I invented the snake story

[2014/10/18 22:56:36] Canela: I am not in Paris

[2014/10/18 22:56:36] mr. 1: Gooo

[2014/10/18 22:56:47] mr. 1: Just live ur life

[2014/10/18 22:56:48] Canela: I am simply telling you

[2014/10/18 22:56:56] mr. 1: Cant u live away

[2014/10/18 22:56:57] Canela: Don't mess with me

[2014/10/18 22:57:05] mr. 1: Go away

[2014/10/18 22:57:13] Canela: Because you don't know who you are dealing with

[2014/10/18 22:57:15] mr.1: Leave me alone

[2014/10/18 22:57:25] mr. 1: U r a piece of shit

[2014/10/18 22:57:30] mr. 1: Nothing more

[2014/10/18 22:57:30] Canela: I have no interest in blackmailing you

[2014/10/18 22:57:41] Canela: And I lied

[2014/10/18 22:57:53]  Canela: I did not take any screen shots

[2014/10/18 22:57:53] mr. 1: You are here blackmailing again

[2014/10/18 22:58:09] mr1: Wht is the money u take to go away

[2014/10/18 22:58:20] mr. 1: Say the amount as in the morning

[2014/10/18 22:58:37] mr. 1: Even if u took

[2014/10/18 22:58:38] Canela: And maybe I will say nothing to Jean Marie about what her educated friend does in his free time

[2014/10/18 22:58:50] mr. 1: I didnt say anything wrong

[2014/10/18 22:59:00] mr. 1: Who?

[2014/10/18 22:59:15] Canela: Would you like a copy of what exactly you said ?

[2014/10/18 22:59:17] mr. 1: I have no single thing about me

[2014/10/18 22:59:23] mr. 1: Yes

[2014/10/18 22:59:25] Canela: To help you remember?

[2014/10/18 22:59:28] mr.: Ok

[2014/10/18 22:59:34] mr. 1: Show me

[2014/10/18 22:59:43] mr.1: With no photoshop

[2014/10/18 22:59:45] Canela: Ok

[2014/10/18 22:59:51]  Canela: Hang on

[2014/10/18 23:00:00] mr1.: Hurry i m busy

[2014/10/18 23:00:03] Canela: I do not photoshop my messages

[2014/10/18 23:00:13] mr. 01: U can easily

[2014/10/18 23:00:17] mr. 1: Do photoshop

[2014/10/18 23:00:22] Canela: Why should I?

[2014/10/18 23:00:26] mr. 1: Anyone can do so

[2014/10/18 23:00:29] mr. 1: Easily

[2014/10/18 23:00:37] mr. 1: To hurt someone

[2014/10/18 23:00:42] Canela: Maybev

[2014/10/18 23:00:45] mr. 1: Or blackmail him

[2014/10/18 23:00:52] mr. 1: As u r doibg now

[2014/10/18 23:00:57] mr. 1: So?

[2014/10/18 23:00:58] Canela: I asked you to behave yourself

[2014/10/18 23:01:06] Canela: The first day

[2014/10/18 23:01:12] mr. 1: Go to hell

[2014/10/18 23:01:13] Canela: The second day

[2014/10/18 23:01:21] Canela: The third day too

[2014/10/18 23:01:22] mr. 1: I will block u here

[2014/10/18 23:01:30] mr. 1: If u keep leing

[2014/10/18 23:01:42] mr. 1: U r an ugly bitch

[2014/10/18 23:01:50] Canela: Lying about what?

[2014/10/18 23:01:54] mr1: Workin with the regime

[2014/10/18 23:02:03] Astrid Canela: Hahaha

[2014/10/18 23:02:06] mr. 1: Show me ur evidence

[2014/10/18 23:02:10] Canela: Oh my god

[2014/10/18 23:02:13] mr. 1: Without photoshop

[2014/10/18 23:02:18] mr. 1: I m waiting

[2014/10/18 23:02:30] Astrid Canela: Of working with the regime, you mean?

[2014/10/18 23:02:59] mr. 1: Working with the regime

[2014/10/18 23:03:01] Canela: You want to read yourself talk dirty"

[2014/10/18 23:03:22] Canela: My evidence of working with the regime

[2014/10/18 23:03:36] mr. 1: I want to see ur photshop work

[2014/10/18 23:03:42] Canela: You mean like my Syrian I'd card or something?

[2014/10/18 23:03:57] mr1: No ur evidence of the things u r blackmailing with

[2014/10/18 23:04:12] Canela: I also said I was teasing you

[2014/10/18 23:04:37] Canela: All I am saying is, don't mess with me

[2014/10/18 23:04:52] mr. 1: No u freaked me out with ur threats

[2014/10/18 23:05:00] mr. 1: And i am afraid now

[2014/10/18 23:05:05] mr1: Look

[2014/10/18 23:05:08] Canela: I know

[2014/10/18 23:05:09] mr. 1: One question

[2014/10/18 23:05:13] mr. 1: Answer

[2014/10/18 23:05:15] mr. 01: It

[2014/10/18 23:05:21] Canela: Have a cup of tea and calm down

[2014/10/18 23:05:51] Canela: I took revenge

[2014/10/18 23:05:58] Canela: Simply that

[2014/10/18 23:06:07] Canela: No more

[2014/10/18 23:06:16] mr. 1: U want to publish any material about any  conversation you are claiming took place between us?

[2014/10/18 23:06:21] Canela: Than taking revenge for disrespect

[2014/10/18 23:06:38] mr1: Answer

[2014/10/18 23:06:59] Astrid Canela: Publish it where?

[2014/10/18 23:07:06] mr. 1: Anywhere

[2014/10/18 23:07:07] Canela: Paris match?

[2014/10/18 23:07:21] mr. 1: Answer and dont be cowered!

[2014/10/18 23:07:22] Canela: Your university newsletter?

[2014/10/18 23:07:32] mr. 1: Answer

[2014/10/18 23:07:40] Astrid Canela: Ok

[2014/10/18 23:07:44] Astrid Canela: No

[2014/10/18 23:08:07] mr1: Ok so ur answer is :no

[2014/10/18 23:08:09] mr1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:08:10] Canela: Have some tea, sweetie and collect yourself

[2014/10/18 23:08:25] mr. 1: Ok so ur answer is :no

[2014/10/18 23:08:26] Canela: Nobody is trying to ruin you

[2014/10/18 23:08:35] mr. 1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:08:40] mr. 1: Ok so ur answer is :no

[2014/10/18 23:08:44] Canela: I wanted to teach you a lesson

[2014/10/18 23:08:47] mr. 1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:08:50] Canela: I am a pro

[2014/10/18 23:08:55] mr1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:09:00] mr. 1: Ok so ur answer is :no

[2014/10/18 23:09:04] Canela: Even though it is not my dream job

[2014/10/18 23:09:06] mr. 1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:09:11] Canela: It is tiresome

[2014/10/18 23:09:14] mr. 1: Ok so ur answer is :no

[2014/10/18 23:09:24] mr. 1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:09:30] Canela: And I wish I did not have to do this in the first placeb

[2014/10/18 23:09:41] mr. 1: Ok so ur answer is :no

[2014/10/18 23:09:46] mr1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:09:51] Canela: Stop asking me to fuck you

[2014/10/18 23:09:58] mr. 1: Ok so ur answer is :no

[2014/10/18 23:10:02] mr. 1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:10:06] Canela: Simple enough

[2014/10/18 23:10:13] mr. 1: Ok so ur answer is :no

[2014/10/18 23:10:18] mr. 1: Right?

[2014/10/18 23:10:21] mr. 1: Answer

[2014/10/18 23:10:44] Canela: Be a good boy and we will see, ok?

[2014/10/18 23:11:02] mr. 1: Ok so u r blackmailing me

[2014/10/18 23:11:06] mr. 1: Here u r

[2014/10/18 23:11:07] mr. 1: So

[2014/10/18 23:11:11] mr. 1: My words:

[2014/10/18 23:11:26] Canela: Speak like every other Syrian, and since you are in Europe, treat ladies like a gentleman and not like an abuser

[2014/10/18 23:12:34] Canela: Why does one blackmail someone into being a gentleman? Don't you have a mother to teach you that.?

[2014/10/18 23:13:40] Canela: Why does one have to scare somebody to death simply to get him to stop talking dirty to total strangers? Educated strangers?

[2014/10/18 23:14:34] mr. 1: If u published any thing i said or calimed i said or u used my picture or my name in any publication or public platform . In print or digital . Anywhere in the world then i will sue u for 300,000 three hundred thousand euros at least.

And i am telling you here that by law u can not publish private messages and i am telling u here that u scared me with ur manipulative attitudes and threats and blackmailing.

[2014/10/18 23:14:47]  Canela: Who may not be in the mood nor have any taste for cybersex? Cybersex is fucking boring, I tell you. I was looking at Google maps of the Himalayas while you were trying to make me come.

[2014/10/18 23:15:47] mr. 1: Stop faking lies

[2014/10/18 23:15:54] mr1: I said wht i want

[2014/10/18 23:16:06] mr. 1: Now any mote threats

[2014/10/18 23:16:14] mr. 1: Or blackmailing

[2014/10/18 23:16:26] Canela: Kundera would laugh his head off if he knew and write another short story about that. Look we could copy and print this entire conversation and put it in the Sunday Monde to make people laugh. Good idea? We can share the money they pay us for that. It is a good story

[2014/10/18 23:16:39] mr. 1: I will follow legal approach

[2014/10/18 23:17:02] mr. 1: Bye

[2014/10/18 23:17:17] Canela: They will laugh and show you to the door and say she really got you

[2014/10/18 23:17:19] mr. 1: U r mentally sick

[2014/10/18 23:17:42] mr. 1: I can sue u

[2014/10/18 23:17:46] mr. 1: Bye

[2014/10/18 23:17:50] Canela: No I just use my imagination in a different Ay from the way you use yours

[2014/10/18 23:17:58] Canela: Way

[2014/10/18 23:18:03] Canela: Not Ay

[2014/10/18 23:18:04] mr. 1: U r sick

[2014/10/18 23:18:10] Canela: More fun than sex

[2014/10/18 23:18:11] mr. 1: U r lonely

[2014/10/18 23:18:15] mr. 1: U attack ppl

[2014/10/18 23:18:16] Canela: Ok

[2014/10/18 23:18:24] Canela: This city sucks

[2014/10/18 23:18:25] mr. 1: U know that

[2014/10/18 23:18:35] Canela: So does Patis, it seems

[2014/10/18 23:18:44] mr1: Paris ?

[2014/10/18 23:18:46]  Canela: You are in Paris

[2014/10/18 23:18:53] mr. 1: Paris is a nice city

[2014/10/18 23:19:01] mr. 1: I wish i can go there

[2014/10/18 23:19:02] Canela: And spend your time in bed masturbating

[2014/10/18 23:19:14] mr. 1: U r disgustibg

[2014/10/18 23:19:23] mr. 1: Disgusting

[2014/10/18 23:19:27] Canela: Instead of getting on with your research plan

[2014/10/18 23:19:29] mr. 1: Old ugly woman

[2014/10/18 23:19:37] mr. 1: Research!????!?

[2014/10/18 23:19:42] Canela: What a waste

[2014/10/18 23:20:00] Canela: You got the Champs Élysées

[2014/10/18 23:20:19] Canela: And Montparnasse

[2014/10/18 23:20:19] mr. 1: Look who is wasting his time and others with blakmails and threats

[2014/10/18 23:20:22] mr. 1: Wake up

[2014/10/18 23:20:31] mr. 1: Wht!?!!

[2014/10/18 23:20:52] Canela: You could be hanging out drinking cafe au lait at Deux Magots

[2014/10/18 23:20:54] mr. 1: Go away

[2014/10/18 23:21:02] mr. 1: Stop stalkin me

[2014/10/18 23:21:04] mr. 1: Please

[2014/10/18 23:21:07] Canela: With the fans of Jean Paul Sartre

[2014/10/18 23:21:18] Canela: Watch beautiful women walk by

[2014/10/18 23:21:26] Canela: And what do you do?

[2014/10/18 23:21:35] Canela: Cybersex on facebook

[2014/10/18 23:21:45] Canela: Playing with yourself

[2014/10/18 23:21:48] mr. 1: Leave me alone u r a big liar

[2014/10/18 23:21:56] mr.b.mr.b2601: I cant block u here too

[2014/10/18 23:22:02] mr. 01: If u dont stop

[2014/10/18 23:22:04]  Canela: Do you realize how sad this is?

[2014/10/18 23:22:10] mr. 1: U r supper agressive

[2014/10/18 23:22:24] Canela: Read again

[2014/10/18 23:22:30] mr. 1: ......

[2014/10/18 23:22:44] Canela: Have you ever talked to a woman from Europe before?

[2014/10/18 23:23:49] Canela: You don't know that we do not do this?

[2014/10/18 23:24:19] Canela: That only Arabs and Turks sit in some forlorn depressing Internet cafe

[2014/10/18 23:24:30] Canela: And talk to girls they cannot touch?

[2014/10/18 23:29:46] Canela: This makes a good story for " women in revolution " group . I might out it there as a joke . And send it to my career woman friends for a good laugh

[2014/10/18 23:30:49] Canela: I will change your name , ok? And call you Mustafa Al Himar or something like that . So nobody will know who this was.

[2014/10/18 23:31:05] mr1: I will block u . Sorry. But ur harrassment is unberable

[2014/10/18 23:31:39] Canela: I will send you the link to the facebook group

[2014/10/18 23:31:55] Canela: It is full of Syria supporters

[2014/10/18 23:31:56] mr. 1: And just do me a favour since u talk abou mt himar and ask ur mother about ur real farher please .

[2014/10/18 23:32:07] Canela: Hahaha

[2014/10/18 23:32:23] Canela: Your father was a duck

[2014/10/18 23:32:24] mr. 1: Ok thanks

[2014/10/18 23:32:28] mr. 1: Bye

[2014/10/18 23:32:39] Canela: A cute little duck

[2014/10/18 23:32:42] mr. 1: Ur father is unknown ;)

[2014/10/18 23:33:01] mr. 1: Thts ur prob with algerians ;)

[2014/10/18 23:33:07] mr. 1: Hahaaa

[2014/10/18 23:33:19] mr1: Bye bye princess

[2014/10/18 23:33:29] mr. 1: U lost a friend

[2014/10/18 23:33:47] Canela: I will get on of those bath tub ducks and think of you while I water board the poor ducks in the bath. Of course ducks don't mind that so much . I am no sadist

[2014/10/18 23:33:50] mr. 1: :) u knew nothing about me.

[2014/10/18 23:34:06] mr. 1: ;)

[2014/10/18 23:34:09] Canela: Right

[2014/10/18 23:34:33] Canela: You stole Bilal s facebook account.

[2014/10/18 23:34:46] mr. 1: U didnt give urself a real chance

[2014/10/18 23:34:48] Canela: We are back to square one

[2014/10/18 23:34:59] mr. 1: Bye bye dear

[2014/10/18 23:35:04] mr. 01: When u r fine

[2014/10/18 23:35:08] mr. 1: Get in touch

[2014/10/18 23:35:11] mr. 1: Before that

[2014/10/18 23:35:14] mr. 1: Plz dont

[2014/10/18 23:35:26] Canela: You already told me I am not your type so you will not tell me about your PhD ideas

[2014/10/18 23:35:36] mr. 1: .........

[2014/10/18 23:35:55] Canela: Hermine was not Swann's type either

[2014/10/18 23:36:35] Canela: Have you ever read Marcel Proust? No, Odine, Odette, Odele, it wasn't Hermine

[2014/10/18 23:37:27] Canela: You will not give me any sample of your great intelligence because I am not your type. You just want to fuck

[2014/10/18 23:37:49] mr. 1: I hate sex

[2014/10/18 23:37:57] mr. 1: Wht r u talkin about

[2014/10/18 23:38:09] mr. 1: Leave me aloneeeee

[2014/10/18 23:38:40] Canela: Let us assume you were trying to impersonate a graduate student even though you don't have the brain nor any clue what a PhD thesis could contain, so you had to talk your way out of that one

[2014/10/18 23:39:22] mr. 1: Wht??

[2014/10/18 23:39:51] Canela: Or, as I already said, you are one of those on a regime scholarship who never had to work hard in school and just got the red carpet treatment

Call declined

[2014/10/18 23:40:04] mr. 1: Y u don’t answer? Super strange

[2014/10/18 23:40:17] mr1: So now

[2014/10/18 23:40:23] mr. 1: U either talk clearly

[2014/10/18 23:40:29] Canela: Or just a rich kid, is your Paris university private? Or public?

[2014/10/18 23:40:35] mr. 1: Or i will realy need to block u

[2014/10/18 23:40:57] Canela: Ok you want cybersex?

[2014/10/18 23:40:59] mr. 1: Private

[2014/10/18 23:41:07] mr. 1: Cyber wht????

[2014/10/18 23:41:12] mr1: Nooooo

[2014/10/18 23:41:17] Canela: I will tell you the story of the Moroccan princess

[2014/10/18 23:41:20] mr. 1: I dont want any sex

[2014/10/18 23:41:24] mr. 1: No no

[2014/10/18 23:41:28] mr. 1: I will block u

[2014/10/18 23:41:32] Canela: Who conquered the prince next door

[2014/10/18 23:41:34] mr. 1: U cant waste my time

[2014/10/18 23:41:43] mr.b1: U answer my question

[2014/10/18 23:41:52] Canela: By climbing over the roof when he slept

[2014/10/18 23:41:54] mr. 1: Wht u want

[2014/10/18 23:41:59] mr. 1: I will block u

[2014/10/18 23:42:00] mr. 01: Sorry

[2014/10/18 23:42:04] mr1: Bye

[2014/10/18 23:42:07] Canela: And stuck a cucumber up his ass

[2014/10/18 23:42:10] mr. 1: Gave u a chance

[2014/10/18 23:42:17] Canela: He married her after that

[2014/10/18 23:42:17] mr. 1: Bye

[2014/10/18 23:42:28] Canela: Because he liked her wit

[2014/10/18 23:43:06] Canela: This is hilarious

[2014/10/18 23:43:29] Canela: " no no, I don't want any sex. I am scared of you now."

[2014/10/18 23:43:37] Canela: We traded places

[2014/10/18 23:43:42] Canela: Hahaha

Mashhad, a pilgrims' destination

During my second trip to Iran I decided to visit Mashhad, a place that is as famous as it is remote, located on the other end of the desert , 15-20 car  hours from Yazd.
I took a flight from Teheran. Before embarking on this journey, the very kind lovely parents of my friend helped me prepare for the trip. Her mother lent me her chador, a white slightly taylored sheet with a purple flower pattern.  Trying it on it reminded me very much of the happy days of my childhood when my grandma would pull one of her bed quilt covers over my head,  something with little flowers on it, too, to check for any holes to be mended. I would stand in her quilt cover with my arms stretched out at the sides and she would look all over me. I kept quiet about my childhood memories and only mentioned that it did look indeed like a bed sheet. The Iranian family gave me a gentle though slightly embarrassed smile and agreed with me though advised me that this is a rude thing to say .
Next came what I call the " automatic hijab" , in this case another piece of cotton cloth, in a lovely brown sand colour, which could be pulled over the head in one go and which safely hid every last strand of hair while arranging itself into a headscarf. I looked into the mirror . Not bad actually, the hijab kind of suited me even. Certainly a lot better than black. I asked their daughter to help me practice the Shia prayer which involves a small stone, a piece of light clay actually, to be placed in front of you to rest your forehead on, thus having your own place on the ground to touch, like a portable personal clean protection. I worried about missing it while bending down and be exposed as a "fake", as a clumsy worshiper who doesn not even know how to pray. But she assured me that even real Shia sometimes miss too, so I would look quite normal and not attract attention.
The next morning my taxi arrived and took me to the airport. The flight to Mashhad was just a little over an hour, I think, and did not cost much.
I arrived and asked a taxi driver to take me to the Pars hotel which seemed like a cheap alternative to "Vali's non smoking home stay" which everyone talked about on the internet but which got very mixed reviews and seemed to be somewhat unsuitable for a female traveller as it offered dormitory style sleeping arrangements in his living room or something.
Anyway, my driver knew the hotel and delivered me to the door of a lace with dark red curtains that looked like it had seen better days. There were some sofas and lounge chairs in the lobby which looked somewhat threadbare and saggy, but at least the manager knew English. He informed me that he had given my room to a group of pilgrims but that I could have the restaurant downstairs all to myself. It turned out that he had layer some mattresses with white sheets onto the takhts, platforms that were meant for eating.
The shower was shared, my door was a wrought iron one with a big chain and a lock and if I moved around the corner to the end of the room, I could not be seen from the door, as long as I kept it locked. Across the hallway, past the shower door, was another dormitory for Iranians, which produced a stream of inhabitants, women and children, almost every time I left my room, sometimes even the fathers of the families could be met on the way to the shower. So I always had to sneak back and forth after taking a peek around the door, unless I was fully dressed and in hijab etc.
One day I left my door open and found a whole family of gypsies from the Zagros mountains sitting inside when I came back. They were playing music and the little girls danced and everyone wanted to have their photo taken with my camera.
That first night I ventured out to the street of the haram.
I could see it's lights shining from far away, and I could feel it's presence. As soon as I came close, I was strictly requested to put on a chador, by men that were standing in front of it on the sidewalk. I did not bring one, so could not get closer than to a ten meter distance from the outer gates and just reveled in the blue and golden lights radiating from the haram under the moon.

This mosque, which is actually several mosques and at least for different courtyards and several places  for prayer and worship with enormous carpets rolled out on the marble floors, inside and outside, is huge enough to hold 700000 worshipers at a time, almost as large as the Kaaba which is, or used to be, big enough for one million people before the Saudis started construction work to enlarge it even further. 

Mashhad is visited by Shia Muslims from all over the world, but especially from Iran and Turkmenistan. I  saw whole groups several times who would alight on the Haram's grounds and sit in formation on the floor  near the gate with their guide giving them lectures from the qran after arriving from a long journey from Java , Tunisia or wherever, which was followed by a formal prayer. I felt almost embarrassingly low key compared to them, me, who had come on a long Iran air flight and hopped over from Teheran after a day of exploration of the city, me, who felt, though respectfully , like an incognito observer who had managed to slip past the guards after being told by her travel agent who dealt in Iran trips, that she could easily be mistaken for an Iranian Muslim, as long as she covered up and never spoke a word while on the grounds. Everyone else had to have either taken shahada or was required to be accompanied by a guide or at least a friend who was a Muslim. Since I did not want the former and did not have the latter, I came alone, under the pretense of being just another pilgrim from wherever, though armed with a camera to take some pictures of this breathtakingly beautiful mosque which is a stunning piece of art among Islamic architecture. Cameras too were not allowed in but some research on the internet among reports from other travelers revealed that even though cameras had to be checked in at the luggage deposit, mobile phones were allowed, a fact that enabled me to unobtrusively take about a hundred stunning pictures of marbled floors, a lotus shaped fountain, shining golden domed roofs and infinite variations in the most intricate mosaiques in shades of blue and turquoise and gold and amber, this mosque was as beautiful as a dream., and all of it tall, ten times as tall as any of the humbled humans that walked among it's arches. 

Another fact about this mosque that many Sunni Muslims seem to have forgotten is that the legendary Arab ruler Harun Al Rasheed is buried in the earth under the center of the mosque, next to Imam Reza who is the main reason that so many Shia come here, and the seventh among the imams of the Twelver Shia version of Islam. I will not relate the story here of how they came to be buried next to each other, those interested can read it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ali_al-Ridha . 

The next morning, after taking a shower and washing my hair, I folded my flowered "gulgoli chador" which is especially for prayers, put on my borrowed hijab scarf and set out to visit the mosque. The street leading to it was lined with shops that sold things catering to the needs of worshipers: prayer stones, prayer beads or , in other words, rosaries, hijab scarves....  I could see many Iranian women accompanied by their husbands, dressed in chadors or black coats who still looked absolutely gorgeous, even in black. The trees let dappled sunshine fall onto the street. 

I bought myself a prayer stone. I still had trouble trying to remember all the zeros in a price, and, since it had never been a bright light in math, I also had trouble converting these 4 and 5 digit sums in my mind into some more understandable currency, so to this day I have not figured out whether I was hugely overcharged for this stone or not. 

It did not matter much but left a strange feeling. 

My stone came with it's own little cushion to be placed on, inside a light blue brocade silk lined bag and for the rest of this trip, it would rest on the window sills or dressing tables of my hotel rooms. 

I reached the path to the haram and wrapped myself into my white flowered sheet. I found the luggage check, only to be told that it was the wrong one, the one for women was on the right side of the entrance. I checked my bag and my camera. Then came the security check, where some women in black chadors would feel you down, much like in an airport. I passed, and my mobile passed too, but then she pointed at my feet in dismay and said something in Persian. I did not understand until it dawned on me:" Ah, you mean- socks?" She nodded affirmatively and sent me back outside. I thanked my luck that I had brought a pair of black socks in my luggage and did not have to walk all the way back to the hotel. So I covered the last bit of skin except for my hands and face in black and this time they let me enter. Whew! No question as to who I was, or where I came from, nor any objection yo me being on my own . I had been accepted as a fellow Muslim and I now almost felt like one. 

The mosque was even bigger than I had thought and it was, as I already said, stunning. Huge, wide, very high, and beautiful like nothing I had ever seen, except in my imagination when being read to from 1001 nights. 

The first thing I did was to follow the call to prayers. It was almost noon and everybody was gathering in the second courtyard, on an enormous carpet big enough for at least a thousand people to stand on, and about fifty meters ahead of me , at a distance from the water fountains, there sat two clerics who led the prayers. And everybody had a little stone which they all placed on the carpet, and I followed suit. 

They did a lot of prostrations, I did not count the number of rakat, but I later found out that this prayer was actually a combination of two since Shia Muslims pray only three times a day instead of five.