Hole Milk

I know, thus I know 

And, I don’t care if it is ok or no

I know that the planets orbit because of your love, this I know

I know that the moon and the sun show up in you every time I see your soul when I look into your eyes, yes I know, because I don’t see them the same anywhere anymore when they come and go

I don’t know if it’s going to be a “normal” thing, but I know that I never cared about what normal might be

I know that you are my Hubbi 

Your body is the vessel of your soul and mine 

My heart is the healer of yours and mine 

Let’s love and live, let’s not waste this Devine odyssey in time 

I know … thus I know

And, even if you don’t let it happen, know that it already did, is, and will be … 

Forever you are my Albi. 

Oh yes, I know … thus I know.

For each broken heart a Cupid – a hummingbird –

I was laying on the sofa watching a movie and a hummingbird hit the window. In a sudden moment I’ve imagined the pure reflection of their form. Cupids.

I’ve started wondering and thinking, what if in this reality cupids were hummingbirds!? What if they’ve decided to transmute on this earth in the envelope of hummingbirds, an image that our human minds can accept? What if they didn’t give up on us? What if they are humming to humans the pure nectar of Love?

What makes me go further in life is not fearing rejection at all but being grateful for it instead. Actually, sometimes I even seek rejection on purpose to be sure I’m not leaving chances behind. Every single “No” I get is a “Yes” towards what I really want to be next, where, how, and with whom. 

It’s simple. See it like this: take a list of a few things you want to accomplish, achieve or get; put down the names of people, things, means that you can reach out to, do, gather, or have in order to get what and where you want. After the list is done, email people, call, text, take actions because you will never move forward if you don’t have a yes or a no!

You will be either stagnant or waste chances if you do not try to seek what you want because you fear that rejection and that No. So that’s why I’m grateful for all the “Noes” I’ve encountered in life so far.

Noes are just eliminating noise from your mind about uncertainties. At least you know you’ve tried … now move on and don’t carry what’s rooted and hard to uproot as you need to be light to fly forwardly high. Never give up, just seek the “No” to get the one “Yes” you need. That’s the oneness of the one “Yes” that will eliminate the none-ness of “Noes” you’ve accumulated.

If you are passing by an old forest don’t try to uproot the proudly standing oak. Offer, instead, to plant new seeds. If the forest is welcoming then it will be richer. If not, you know that your seeds will be welcomed in a more fully inclusive somewhere else. You at least tried and that in itself is precious. 

Be grateful for negations. Those “Noes” are virtual walls that are taking you towards bridges of a huge “Yes.” 

As Noes equal no noise, you move quietly and certainly towards a bless of yes. The choice now is yours: are you ready for the Noes or would you rather keep the noise?

 

I am against the death penalty even for the most horrible criminals! Death engenders death and the cycle needs to be broken. The vicious cycle must be broken! Prison for life with psychological framing is the solution to understand even the worst act of the most horrible being! To cure a disease you study the organs or whatever in a lab but to cure terror you kill it?!?! It doesn’t sound right at all!!!

As if you are destroying proof of a murder! As if you are more willing to invest millions in jets tanks and weapons but not willing to pay a good psychologist or/and psychiatrist to work closely for life with dangerous criminals and try at least to understand what’s wrong at the source! What really happened in their minds and brain source? What and/or who turned them into terror, crime, and horror? What happened really?

Yesterday I had the honor to be invited by one of my dear brothers from the Chorus to a Saint Patrick party!

I thought I was gonna learn more about Saint Patrick, enjoy the party and not something else!

I talked with about 10 different people during the party! 7 out of 10 started right away talking about the Quran and Islam as soon as I answered their question about my origin! The so famous ‘interrogation’; “Where are you from?”. They shifted right away to that channel ’69’ as if I pressed a button on a remote control! The “best” one I had was an American guy from the Philippines originally, who said: ” I know about the Quran but you don’t because Tunisia is French even though you look Arab and you probably don’t speak Arabic ‘?‘ but know that the Quran is dangerous and I’m educating people to stay away from it as once you read it you become radical … … it’s in the surah # … !” ?Believe it or not, I said nothing! Me!!! Saying nothing! Yes! Me!

My brother heard some stupid things and he especially interfered then with that specific one guy because he felt that he didn’t want to be in my position and that it was too much! Then he told me “What an asshole! ?” then he added “I’m sorry my dear but know that certain people are assholes and ignorant! They also ignore a lot about the world, Alaa!

I stepped away because I needed a drink! The guy responsible for the bar who was an American since many, many X generations from an Irish root, said to me:”What would you like to drink?” Red wine please, I answered!

While pouring my wine in the glass he looked at my name tag and said “Alaa” is that Arabic? I said Yes, it is! He looked to the 2 other guys next to him “Witnesses” looked back to me and said, “As a Muslim, I thought you were supposed to stay away from it, ha ha ha!”

I took my glass looked at the 3 of them and said: Well I’m a bad Muslim, and cheered a salute to him while raising my glass! Then added after a sip of wine, ? now I suppose I’m a Christian since I had some wine as wine is Jesus blood! The two guys with us laughed at the same time! #cheers

Another one (American originally from India) said: “Alaa”? I thought it had an “h” at the end!? He had a surprised tone and above all, he thought I was ‘Allah’! I answered well sorry to disappoint you, that’s not me but someone else!???? That actually made me laugh as I ‘discovered’ that I am 100 percent, not God but I am 300 percent GOOD!? (P.S.: with two Os and an ‘h’ at the end this time Ooh!), (P.P.S: I thought I was a queen but I’ll take the title of goddess if that’s what they think of me!)

Helllllloooooooooo, people, I am an artist singer and human rights activist, not an Imam.

Some other guys and some of the same ones who talked to me were very interested in the Arab Spring and by the Tunisian revolution! (It was nice of them) but honestly I wanted to talk about my being a happy man and passionate artist or/and maybe share my dreams, bright philosophies, exchange some hugs and kisses with my fellow gays, or more of that learn about the different stories around Saint Patrick! Not Mother Teresa, Abraham, Mohammed, Adonai or Allah, or Jesus or Buddha … That’s all that I wanted, honestly to whomever God you all believe in, that’s all that I wanted!

Some people say it’s hard to be a famous star, person or whatever ⭐ I think I just say: it’s hard to be me! But it’s me, “this is me!”, and that’s my name and I’m proud of it!

My favorite moment was when I sang “Stay” by Rihanna with a very nice guy from Lafayette who dragged me towards the lonely dusty forgotten piano that was in a dark corner of the space, and we made it happen, I sang despite the fact that they ‘made me sick, and pierced my tongue’! He played with his magical fingers and we were applauded. (Music puts everything back in order!) His name was Chris and he was half Native American and many other roots! (and we all were in the same room on the same planet)

I also will never forget what I said when my brother who was so amazed by my activism for gay rights in Tunisia told me: “You have a very interesting story Alaa and you are brave because you could have been killed!”

I answered: I don’t fear death, I fear oppression!

Yesterday an over 69 years old friend with whom I enjoy debating most of the time said to me “You need to stop trying to save the world and think about yourself more, young man!”

I looked at him and told him: Would you have said the same thing if it was Harvey Milk sitting next to you?

When he stared at me I knew and saw the real answer inside of his eyes and his look as it was obvious! But even though he said, “Yes, I would have!”

People, why am I even crying when I see homeless people, People? Do something for a stranger with Love and from your Heart and you will make this Planet a better World!

Let’s just think of truly ending homelessness and the actions will follow.

It is not okay at all to live in the same home and not having enough room for everyone, Right, Yes? Then it is not okay to be living in the same home called Planet Earth and not having enough room for everyone. Correct, Yes?

When I from my heart hope and share my dream of one day having on our passports Planet Earth’s picture in addition to our country flags, I mean it! (Oh and I do not belong to any movement or organization as I am my own movement and my own organization.) Some people’s eyes shine and some others say “how about UrAnus?!” I laugh and say back: Yes, the Entire Galaxy if one day we could reach Uranus with Venus, even though most humans are most attracted to Mars and Jupiter!

So yes UrAnus and of course mine, so loved brother!

Do something for nothing for a stranger and for our planet. Remember, I am the Love who travels on and in this Planet, just like you are! (You may just don’t know it yet, but you are Love as well)

#DoSomethingForNothing. #DoSomethingForOurPlanetEarth