How to make Wudu the automatic way

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Soon to be seen in Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Oman and Bahrain.
Read more about it here.
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How to make Wudu the automatic way




A very strange phenomenona is happening in Kuwait.
Do you remember the movie coneheads?



I will not ramble on about them, just watch the trailers and you will know what I mean.
Henry Ford invented the assembly line method of manufacturing. The concept was to assemble each component of a product separately and pass it down the line to the next stage with further assembly. At the end of the assembly line, the result would be a finished product. This manufacturing method transformed the car industry allowing the mass production of cars at affordable rates for the masses. If not for Henry Ford and assembly lines, the elites would be driving cars and everyone else would be riding horses and donkeys.
Kabab Al Hija in Bned Al Gar, Kuwait have also revolutionized the manufacturing of Kababs. Inside, you will find an assembly line for Kababs, from the meat carcasses, the meat grinders, the coal grills, packing with Iranian bread and the final product packaging. Each stage has its own work area with one or more white clad worker assembling the kabab product.
I managed to snap a few pictures clandestinely, I did not want to be caught and arrested for industrial espionage. I did not take any pictures of my ordered Kabab, I was too hungry so I ate it :-)



I thought my computer set up was pretty cool, with 2 monitors, my big screen TV and all my remotes (DVD, TV and satellite receiver) all lined up.


Here is the most repeated song on my iPod these days.
Download Jessie.mp3
Youtube Live Performance.
Hope you love it just as much as I do.
The signboard installers did not have a ladder, or scaffolding (or isgala in Kuwaiti ;-) ) No Problem, just lift the Hindi in the crane lift.


The mother Panda has her cub lying under her on the straw mat. A perfect idyllic scene showing the wonders of motherhood. Then the cub does something, watch it here:
Sesame Street's version of V for Vendetta.
Too weird to describe, but hilarious. Just watch it.
I was in the middle of watching the movie "Blood Diamond", in my darkened living room. I hear something banging on my window shutters. It starts slow then increases within minutes to a powerful roar, I jump up and open the outside door of my Diwaniyah and I witness the hailstorm at its peak. Mark called it Hurricane Laila, which is very appropriate.
I just saw in the movie Blood Diamonds how raw uncut diamonds looked like. I looked down my welcome mat and saw the same precious stones all over, but when I grabbed a stone, it melted into water.
Here is a pic of my welcome mat with all the diamonds hailstones that landed within a two minutes.

Wikipedia Entry
New Yotk Times Article
Rest in Peace
Yesterday was the worst weather ever, red dust all morning then monsoon like rain causing torrents of mud.
In bad weather, be sure to drive slowly, safely, buckle up and watch out for the drivers around you.
This poor guy was not very careful.

To see the country of manufacture for your mobile, press "* # 0 6 #" without the spaces. A 15 digit serial number will appear.
Find digits 7 and 8.
if they are 02 or 20 then the mobile is assembled in UAE (yaay Gulf Made)
if 80 or 08 then it is German made (not bad)
if 10 or 01 then Finish made (very good)
if 00 then French made (best quality)
My new Nokia N95 is Finish. Cool
Or rather the title should be Girl writing versus Boy writing. By reading the different blogs by boys and girls, I noticed that girls write about their feelings, what happened to them, their thoughts, etc. Boys write about gadgets, weird things, their super powered computers / cars / bikes, etc. As a perfect example of the different styles of writing, read this exercise that an English proffessor at the University of Phoenix gave his students. It is a long read but hilarious:
I walked into the DHL office in Ardiyah late last night. I parked my car in the customer parking at the front entrance and proceeded inside. I wanted to send some official signed documents to a bank I was corresponding with.
The DHL office was small. A counter with computer terminals was on the left and seats for six people where on the right. The counter was painted in the standard Orange and Red DHL corporate colors. The white walls where adorned with promotional DHL posters. Just above where the counter met the wall hung framed pictures of Sheikh Sabah Al Ahmed and Sheikh Nawaf Al Ahmed. Sheikh Sabah and Sheikh Nawaf looked towards the length of the counter in a benevolent smile as if over looking what was being sent out of their country to far away foreign lands.
On the other side of the counter was an Indian attendant. He was busy processing a letter for a Kuwaiti man dressed in traditional attire. On the seats placed at the end of the room, another Kuwaiti man was waiting for his turn. I pulled a number tag from the numbers roll and sat waiting for my turn.
With nothing better to do but wait, I sat listening to the exchange between the Kuwaiti and the Indian.
"Who is the recipient?” asked DHL, the man answered in a low voice, "Al Sheikh Abdullah bin Saud". My ears pricked up. I looked up to see what the man was sending to Saudi Royalty, it was a large white envelope with a bulge in it, as if it contained a small package. "Your address please?” the attendant asked, the man responded with his address giving the street name, house number, block number in Firdous.
"Do you have a mobile number for the recipient?” the attendant asked. The man said no, again in a half whisper. "I am sorry, I cannot send it if you don't have the recipient's mobile", the man tried to explain quickly in a low embarrassed voice that Sheikh Abdullah was well known and the DHL office in Jeddah would know where to deliver it. Can you give me any mobile number; the man pulled out his mobile phone, clicked on his phone address book and said this was the Mobile of the Sheikh's secretary, reciting the numbers as he read them off his mobile's screen.
The Kuwaiti paid his DHL charges, received his receipt and left very quickly.
The next Kuwaiti sitting near me had a big brown envelope also bulging. It is a standard process by DHL to inspect the contents of the shipment. I shifted my seat to get a side view of the transaction. As DHL took out the contents of the brown envelope, four loose fax rolls came out. They where fax copies documents that had a letterhead similar to the Kuwait Military. "What are these?” the DHL attendant asked, the man said "just papers". The attendant wrote that down. "Where are you sending them?” the man showed him a piece of paper. The DHL Attendant, oblivious to the man's attempt at secrecy, recited the paper out loud. "Hmmm, mmmm airbase, Jeddah, Saudi Arabia", the attendant slowly read. "Your adress?” the man was asked, the man answered “Sabah Al Nasser Area", with the street and block number and house number. The transaction was completed and my turn came.
As I went to the counter, it could have been my imagination, but the portrait of Sheikh Sabah and Sheikh Nawaf lost their smile and instead had a stern sad look on their face.
In this Internet age, there are so many ways to make friends and meet other people not in your immediate social circle. You have myspace, hi5, messenger, bluetooth, email, etc. etc. etc.
But how did the older pre-internet / pre-mobile generation get to meet others?
Well they placed their picture and interests in a magazine or newspaper and waited for the envelopes to fill their mailbox. Here are a few choice samples:





I just came back from Amsterdam. It was not a vacation but work. I had a free last day and I managed to snap a few pictures. A picture is worth a thousand words, so they say so I will keep the prose to a minimum. Enjoy.













