Today we heard that one of the FusHa- Modern Standard Arabic- teachers at our centre had died in a car accident last night. I don’t know the exact details, but as I understand it, it happened when he was on his way home travelling by mashrooha, a microbus, which has room for around 10 to 12 passengers and got involved in an accident in which four people died. I didn’t know him well, but the centre where we have our lessons is very small so even if you never speak to certain people you know names and faces. As foreigners we often complain about the way people drive here. It’s absolutely mental. There seem to be no rules. You can overtake from which ever side you fancy, no one wears a seat belt, mothers drive with their baby on their lap and you’re considered to be very rude if you refuse to be driven by someone who has been drinking. This attitude of negligence is not limited to traffic. Buildings are constructed with doggy permits, its very common for streets not to have pavements and in some streets there is rubbish everywhere. In our eyes this lack of rules or organisation results in a higher risk of unnecessary injury-or worse- death. We have been told that people die crossing the Corniche or otherwise involved in an accident every day. There just mere statistics until a person you know becomes one of these statistics.
I only had one class with him, the revision class just before the start of the first term. He was a chubby, kind man with a big voice. I imagined him to have been an opera singer in another life. He was popular among his students like most teachers at the centre are. Ustaadh Mohammed Said, I didn’t know you well, but I know you will be very very sadly missed.
Peace and Blessings
Dark Fairy Adventures 
There’s is indeed a very thin line between life and death, but still, we take the blessing of life for granted. We will never know our time and the least we could do it to live our lives to the fullest. 🙂
Word to that, Walter