¿Qué estamos haciendo con los animales?

Escribir algo sobre el tema de los animales me pareció muy extraño cuando la profesora me lo pidió
De forma general, los animales no me gustan. Diciéndoos la verdad, la mayoría del tiempo solo siento que son creaturas que me provocan una sensación de obscuridad y de indiferencia.

El ser humano ha siempre sido la creatura más importante. Satisfacer sus necesidades y sus deseos hasta los más increíbles suele ser el objetivo esencial aunque esto a veces puede causar daño a las otras creaturas.
Frente al humano, el animal es un ser débil, “inferior”.
En lo que se refiere al uso de los animales, yo creo que es algo que no podemos evitar.
En este contexto, el uso puede tener muchos aspectos.

Para empezar, el animal nos puede dar algunas cosas sin que este tenga influencia negativa. En este punto me refiero a la satisfacción de las necesidades de comida del ser humano
Ejemplos de esto son: la leche de la vaca, los huevos de la gallina.

En segundo lugar, podemos usar el animal como medio de transporte o para cumplir algunas actividades que necesitan fuerza física, que va más delante de la que tiene el hombre
En este punto estoy hablando del uso del borro para llevar un equipaje, de un camello para transportar las personas de un lugar hacia otro.
En tercer lugar, me gustaría que nos fijemos en otro tipo de uso que puede afectar a los animales pero que representa una parte de la vida cotidiana del ser humano.
Ejemplos de esto son: degollar una oveja para comer su carne, usar la piel para confeccionar ropa y protegerse.
En casos así, daño esta causado al animal pero no se hace con exageración porque siempre se suele poner un límite para evitar un afecto a la existencia de los especies.
El ultimo uso y es lo más peligroso, se define como un mal tratamiento a los animales.
Este acto se divide en diferentes partes según la atención y el carácter de la persona que ejerce de una manera directa o indirecta el acto de violencia.
Esto se debe a una envía de demostrar el poder, y a veces esta relacionado con otras formas de violencia y crueldad que existen en la familia.

Argumentar en temas como este resulta complicado, porque por un lado,parece que el desarrollo de la tecnología hace perder a la gente todo sentido de responsabilidad y moderación en lo que se refiere al consumo de lo que ofrece la naturaleza.
Por otro lado, las compañas de sensibilización están intentando cambiar las cosas.
Ahora se crean más organizaciones para proteger todos tipos de especies.
Creo que los humanos, aunque tomaron mucho tiempo para hacerlo, terminaron dándose cuenta de que lo que existe en el mundo no se puede conseguir y destruir con el dinero porque forma parte de nuestra existencia y a veces romper la cadena de los demás significa poner más probabilidades en que la nuestra tenga el mismo destino.
Hoy, no creo que odie los animales. Solo sé que con toda la fragilidad que tengo, me encantaría protegerlos.
Para concluir, me parece que el ser humano siempre tendrá la fuerza del cerebro pero la naturaleza tendrá el resto y hacer de ella una debilidad significa poder usar su fuerza en nuestro favor.

Bejaia....

It is known that people around the world give always more than a name to the places that they deeply love. And I don’t doubt that this wonderful city called “Candle” or Bejaia has always been since long years a very admired region.
It keeps attracting million of tourists, and it is not simply for its beaches.
For all these who have been before to Bejaia, the beauty talks for itself between the mountains, the monuments, the nature, and the traditions of its population.
I remember my first trip to it. I was so young, and discovering a new place was making me extremely excited.
I reached it by car. It was totally great to discover the virginity of its roads.
The trees, the sun, the birds, the silence and above all of these, the sounds of this candle when it is shining ,just giving the necessary dose of light to relax your looks while the car is going and your heart of a big lover of this city is getting closer to it.
For sure, nowhere in the world you would find such high roads that you take from a peak to another one, to discover the mystery of each corner of it.
What a deep of a feeling gets inside you when you are in front of the cap of “Cabron” just admiring the virginity of the nature that touch the deepest nerve of love in your spirit by the green color of its water.
I enjoy the lights of the city during the night; I enjoy closing my eyes in Gouraya and let the fresh air rub my hair.
Have you ever seen the splendid views from the road of “Corniche”?
That’s what I would advice you to try. Such a luxury landscape offered for free can’t be other than the language of you feelings.
The mosque of Ibn Badis is more than a religious construction.
It is a curious place to discover, enough attractive with its gardens and the revealed side that involves.
Sometimes, when I am describing Bejaia, I feel that I am talking about a big country and not a region of Algeria. It is so rich with what it offers that getting lost with its beauty is quit easy.
Bejaia is also famous for its culture, for the life style of its population, for its food and its hospitality.
Is there anyone who has never stopped to look at the beauty of the Bejaoui ladies with their traditional dresses in which the colors take another cube of lights and interpret the joyful of its people?
I guess that each one of you has parked his car while going to Bejaia to buy one of these wonderful dresses and with it, he couldn’t resist to that desire of buying one of the jars, or some of her fruits that men cultivate with the biggest care.
In this Berber city, I enjoy visiting the old houses, in which tasting the traditional meals is a pure moment of pleasure.
From the Ameqful well decorated with vegetables and meat to the Douara passing by the Tchicha soup and the omelet I don’t know what to choose when all these delicious preparations are in front of me.
I don’t know if my words were enough to describe a real beauty that for sure you will not regret visiting and discovering but I do believe that the image given talks for itself.
Including the Spanish, the Turkish and the French styles according to the époques, Bejaia with all its touristic potentialities has the doors big open to all her visitors.
The summer is here, so time for you to take your car or your plane and give yourself some days of pure relaxation in such an exotic city.

Finally, I’d love to end with this poetry written for Bejaia:
“There is a place in you,
Where man dreams alone,
He never gets old,
He never dies,
And it is in your forests, in your beaches, inside you: Bejaia.”

Un deseo sexual.

Ya sé que hay gente que empezará a reír antes de leer las primeras palabras del texto.
Sé que otra pensará que escritos así son la culpa del último curso de educación sexual que hice, hace ya más de dos semanas.

Y yo como siempre para evitar los comentarios del uno y el otro, cambio de idioma para que solo poca gente lo entienda. (Esto lo digo por broma)
Esta idea me vino después de haber visto una película el último día de mis exámenes, que me dejó boca abierta.

En la historia, una mujer del país del golfo se caso por la religión islámica con alguien.
En la sociedad musulmana, la boda religiosa se suele hacer mucho tiempo antes de que los novios vivan juntos, o diciéndolo de una forma más tradicional: antes de que la sociedad los reconoce como “hombre” y “mujer” casados.

La película empezó así: durante una tarde del verano, mientras la mujer estaba sola en la casa porque sus dos hermanos se fueron para trabajar, el novio vino para visitarlos.
Ella llamó a su tía para pedirle si pueda abrirle la puerta, y la respuesta de la tía fue positiva.
De esta forma, empezaron a verse cada vez que los hermanos se fueron al trabajo, porque los dos no se conocían antes, algo que pasa siempre en los matrimonios musulmanes en los que el uno nunca ve a la pareja hasta el día de la boda, y si pasa y que la vi antes esto significará que la madre la había elegido pero llevó a su hijo para encontrarla.

De todas formas, y desde mi punto de vista, esto no cambia nada. Ya que la pareja esta seleccionada según el gusto de gente que no compartirá nada con ella.
No quiero argumentar mucho ahora, así que sigo con las escenas de la película.
Después de conocerse, los dos – si me permito analizarlo así- tuvieron sentimientos el uno por el otro y acabaron teniendo relaciones sexuales, cosa que me parece la más normal en casos como este donde los elementos básicos ya están: 1- la boda religiosa
2- un deseo compartido.

Pero la sorpresa vino después, cuando este muchacho la dejó argumentando su acto con la frase más fea que nunca escuché en 21 años de existencia: “yo no me caso con una mujer que se da tan fácilmente”
Para resumiros el resto de los eventos, la mujer terminó matada por sus hermanos cuando decidieron que se case con otro y que este descubrió que no era virgen.
La verdad es que escribir sobre el tema del sexo no es tan fácil como lo cree la gente.
De prejuicios las personas tienen un montón.

Con mi edad joven, me permito decir que en un país árabe y musulmán al mismo tiempo, vivo la época del desarrollo tecnológico y también lo de las mentalidades abiertas.
Me acuerdo de que en las pocas veces que la palabra “sexo” salió de mi boca, mi amiga Sihem siempre estaba poniendo allí poniendo su mano sobre mis labios para que me calle.

Durante el curso de la educación sexual, tenía una gota de alegría al ver que después de una semana, los más cerrados ya estaban hablando del tema sin tabú.
Creo que los musulmanes nunca van a entender la religión que están practicando, una religión que el su libro sagrado “ el Corán” explica las practicas sexuales con detalles.

Y culturalmente nunca llegaré a entender la diferencia que encuentra la gente entre tener un deseo y guardarlo o tenerlo y explicarlo.
A mi me parece tonto pensar que la persona que lo esconde es fuerte y la que lo muestra, de puntos de debilidad tiene mucho.

El sexo como lo conozco yo, nunca representó una debilidad, y lo argumentaré haciendo una pregunta: ¿los casados que lo hacen, son débiles?
Dudo que haya gente que responderá diciéndome “si, lo son”
El sexo, como el amor, como la amistad, como millones de otros sentimientos es fuerte y hacerlo – como lo estaba explicando a mi ex novio- significa que dos personas conscientes del acto lo hacen porque quieren hacerlo, los dos juntos y la culpa “en el caso de unos musulmanes” no es la de la mujer a ella sola porque ya no he visto mujer violando hombres para que estos siempre decidan que la responsabilidad es femenina.

Hoy, entre experiencias, prejuicios, sentimientos y descubrimiento no sé a qué debo fiarme en estas tierras al hablar del sexo.

No sé si desear es un error, pero tengo la convicción de que no es una fragilidad.
Es el ser travieso con la técnica mas preciosa y sencilla en el mundo.
Y bueno, con la sonrisa que tengo ahora mismo mientras estoy escribiendo las últimas palabras de mi artículo, creo que es lo que te hace sonreír al pensar que hay alguien bore el planeta tierra que comparte contigo la belleza de esta fuerza que sigue siendo el tema más profundo y el más oscuro para los humanos.

My trip to Zeraldah..

Dear friends,
To start with, I would like to apologize for not being able to post during all the last period because of many reasons that I won’t bother you talking about them.

As a first article, I will talk about my trip to Zeraldah, a region in Algeria where I have been training fort a week with other students concerning the association aids Algeria in the subjects of the sexual health.
24/05/09
The first day.
I’ve reached Zeralddah afternoon after a long tiring trip with my formal skirt and white blouse.
I felt like being alone in a desert. There was just the sea, and some houses totally empty around my room.
I guess, I have never felt that lost and that confused in my whole life.
Between the coming exams that I couldn’t prepare and the feeling I was having because of some stupid and unexpected meetings during the previous week.
I think I got many reasons to escape and stay alone in such a place just admiring the silence….

A silence that gets deeply inside your heart or soul- for these who believe in it-

Actually, being an unsociable person was quit critical for me.
As I am not used to share my room with strangers, I find it a bit hard to do it.
I was simply trying to understand the world around me.

Something strange happened to me when I first met the three girls sharing me the house.
The first question that they asked me was: “ are you dating someone?”
It was a quit embarrassing question for someone who has never dated.
But anyhow, I was having a good time staring by the third day. I wasn’t feeling bad and this was a victory for me.

8:20 pm of the third day.
What a world!
I had a full time table.
We finished the class at 7pm.
I was the first one to make the summary of the whole courses and I really enjoyed it.
But still that I was afraid. I was afraid of many things and I think that it was extremely relaxing to understand your fairs.

During these days, I could notice that I have never been with such different personalities.
It was really crazy to meet people totally opposite to me.
However, everyone has his own character, his own objective in life, his ideas, his languages, his career, his way to behave with you.

My meeting with a Palestinian guy was the fun of the course.
From the beginning, he simply kept looking at me the way I hate, of course, same I did and we couldn’t talk to each other till the last day. At that time, he realized that we could be friend, and so we are today.

I think that the sexual education was not my main objective. I have always been convinced that about these subjects I know-scientifically- billion of things, even though during the conference one of my colleges made a stupid comment when I asked the teacher of anatomy to give us another conference telling me:” the lady has a small knowledge in that matter and would like to know more things may be”
With my mediocre smile, I preferred to look at him without answering.
Many Arabic still don’t understand that life is made of experiences, that we should never say: “I’ve learnt enough”, and no matter what is offered to us, learning is a part of our thoughts.

A message to my reader

I would like to say sorry for not being able to write during such a long period, because of some trips and studies.
I'll be back to posting starting by the 13 of June.

Zahra

A year had gone...

The 10th of may 2009
A funny day!
Being the representative of my class, it is my job to tell them about every single thing that happen concerning our studies.
Today, as always, I stood up in front of all of them waiting that the non civilized ones shut up to let me talk. Once done, I explained them the new time table and finished as always asking if someone needs more explanation or if anyone got a question.
Suddenly, one of my colleges called me pretending that he wants to ask.
Of course, my reply was obvious and asked him to go ahead
My friend: would you marry me?
Me: send your mom to talk to mine and we’ll see.
The teacher: do you want me to buy the rings for both of you? Back to studies before I send both of you out.
I know, it is quit silly but it made all of us, the 130 students, laugh.
In 5 days, I’ll have finished the D.E.L.E exam.
In 8 days, I’ll have presented my project of menus.
And in 10 days, I’ll have reached 21 years old.
My birthday is always an important day in my life. Not because I get older but because it is what allows me to compare my style life during one year.
And I think that this year I can be quit proud of myself because I made some challenges come true.

My list of challenges is still on my wall and I feel so happy for being able to mark many ones of them as done.
It is still too long but I am sure that I’ll reach one day the 90 per 100 of the needed success to live happy.
This year, I hardly believe that it is very important for me to go to Istanbul. I am sure I will do it. “With the help of God”
In my wallet, oppositely to all my friends, the only pictures there are the new ones of me with some white hair that has already started decorating the dark brown color I have.
My mother pictures are also present and they are my reason to smile.
Dearest friends, don’t expect me to have any masculine photo. This is not me!
For the coming years, I wish to succeed in my career and my studies
I wish to make my mother happy
And I wish that what I have inside my heart can finally grow with while I am doing so.
my last word is :)

May(1)

The first day of May, probably the worst month in my whole year.
Exams are waiting for me, school is making me extremely busy and I can hardly get some time to relax and have fun.
Actually, I am getting no time for that.
Holidays, I wish if I could be in holidays. I wish if I could get some time to take my passport and go somewhere else.
This is my feeling when the drop overflows the vase.
What is for the name of God the mistake that is making the whole of my system going on the bad way?
In my last exposition during the Spanish course, a student asked me how we should do to control the aggressiveness of children.
My answer started with three Spanish words that made my teacher very astonished: el por qué de las cosas, which means: the causes of things.
My friend knows well that I have published before an article in Spanish talking about that.
I think that from all the mistakes I have committed and all the experiences I have lived, the only ones that I couldn’t forget are the ones for which I couldn’t find the cause, the element managing them, the reason that made me make them and act that way.

May be I still didn’t understand the world as well as I think that I understood it.
Anyhow, my analyses are still going, and while they are doing so, I ask myself:
Is it true that the Arabic word: انسان(human being) means that we are made to forget things ?
If it is true then why can’t we forget the events that seem to be somehow marking in our existence whether in the bad or the good sense?
I am still having billion of questions that for sure I won’t be able to work out any reply for them, because doing so means that I would have understood the whole of the system of planet earth and this is the key of the happiness.