Putting Things in Perspective


Ever since we learned how to talk, it was imperative to tell people how old we were, “I am Two”,  “I am three and a half”. Of course, when children say it, it sounds so cute. As we get older, we start measuring things in the same exact way we did as children, using years, days and months; which seems the only normal way of doing things.

We make this much money a year, we will retire at this age or in this many years. All seemed going smoothly until we discovered that animal years are different from that of a human. For instance, a 14 years old dog is considered to be like an 82 years old man in human years. So when we look at a dog that is 14 years old, he might be thinking “This human is more like a dinosaur, he is at least 200-250 years old”, right?

So we just did a comparison between two living organisms, the human being and the dog. We can definitely expand the list to include mammals, fish and all sorts of other species.

Now the fun part begins. I think by now you might have an idea of what I am proposing. Let us compare our human years to the years in heaven. Are they the same? Are they different? Well, what if they’re different. What if one day in heaven is equivalent to one year on earth? What if one day equates to 100 or a million years?

Now here’s where the scary thought really is. What if God has a day off?

If our time here on earth is relatively equal to heaven’s time, then we risk an entire 24 hour without any divine interference due to God’s day off. Think globally now! Galaxies, planets etc… Everything is hanging by a thread.

If our time here on earth is vastly different from heaven’s time, then what? If our earthly 100 years equate to one day, and that happens to be the day God decided to have a day off, then what? Then the fun begins. Do you really want to be around on God’s day off?

You would pray to God, but he’s not listening because it’s his day off. Try praying in a 100 years when he’s available.

P.S: I am not saying that God has a day off. I am not trying to insult anyone, but I’m simply trying to put things in perspective. Be grateful to what you have.

Once Upon a Time… (1)


Once upon a time on a not too far galaxy from here… As a matter of fact I can take you there. Really! it’s just around the corner. If you want we can go there right now. Even better, I will give you directions.
From this location, keep going straight until you hit the second stop light, you make a left. In less than half a block you will see a grocery store, you walk into it, around the middle of the second aisle, on the third shelf from the bottom you will see the Galaxy I was referring to. Just so no one gets confused, it’s the regular plain Galaxy bar, no nuts, no caramel. Anyway, on that specific galaxy was a coupon with a discount and I bought it… The End.

— Raghid Khalil Khalil

Human Nature


Why are people in constant conflict?

Religion: That is the first thing that comes to people’s mind. My religion is the right one and yours is not, I am going to heaven and you are not.
Let us assume for a moment that we are all born into one religion. Even better, let us eliminate the existence of sects within a religion. Now we’re all the same. We shouldn’t have to have any conflict right? Wrong.

Race: You do realize that we are still different because of our race, you’re of a color and I am of another. And my color is superior to yours.
Fine let us assume that we’re all the same race, one color and you pick it if you want to.

Politics: It’s true we might believe in the same religion and that we’re of the same race, but my country is a stronger country than yours. We have missiles and you don’t, we went to space and you didn’t.
Good point, let us remove the invisible borders, and let us assume for a moment that we all share one country and it’s called earth. So if you went to the moon, then we all did.

Language: I can’t believe people speak such languages or such dialects, well if only you could speak the same way I do, wouldn’t that be better, at least we could communicate.
Again, for the sake of argument, let us agree that we all have one spoken language and one dialect. After all we’re trying to diffuse any possible tension that may arise.

What about money, I made my first million when I was 30 and you still work from 9 to 5 trying to keep the food on your table.
Excellent point, but again for argument’s sake we all make the same exact money. As a matter of fact, we all have jobs that are equally satisfying, with the same exact benefits; Doctors and teachers all make the same dollar amount. You know what? I take that back. No one gets paid in money, they all have cookie cutter homes and they all receive food on daily basis. The reason they work is for fun. So having a million or a billion dollars means nothing, because no one deals with money anymore.

By now, one would think we have eliminated every possible way a human being might come up with as an excuse to start a conflict. Unfortunately we are far from being there.
– I am 6 feet tall and you are not. I have muscles and you don’t, I have this and you have that.
– I have 5 kids and you have four.
– I am a man and you’re a child.
– I am a boy and you are a girl.

The question is? When does it all end? This goes to show you that even if we try to manipulate the things that we possibly can, the human being will never thrive except on things that makes him feel a step ahead of another. It’s human nature to step on another cause that’s the only way to get closer to what they believe to be success.

It’s a vicious circle; no matter where you start the end result is the same, “conflict”. People got so used to being in conflict that they even created the word “conflict of interest” . Then they moved up a notch in their level of conflict, “conflicting ideas”, “working through our conflicts” etc.. They even created a “conflict resolution research” which ironically involves “Conflict Management” .

I’m sure some of you will object to it and might stir up some conflicting counter arguments, and to that I apologize in advance. As a matter of fact I urge you to forget about having read this article. Just assume it doesn’t exist and things are as normal as you have always been used to them being. This never happened. Listen to my voice,. I will now start counting backward. When I reach “one” you will be fully awake:
Five : You are now in a state of shock at what you have read, but you believe it makes sense.
Four: You somehow start feeling more at ease and believe you should have a different outlook on life and things around you.
Three: You are getting closer and closer to reality, but you’re not afraid anymore, and you have nothing to show off but your purity.
Two: You are now re-emerging , and you feel great. You are an equal.
One: You are now fully awake and present with us. Welcome to life.

— Raghid Khalil Khalil

Thank you … yup, uhu, you bet!


Aren’t there enough confusing things in life that we even find the need to complicate the way we speak? When I was growing up, the normal answer to a “thank you” was, of course you guessed it “you’re welcome”.

Even when you start your PC there is a “welcome” word on your screen. Your doormat in most cases says “welcome”. Yet people treat it as unfamiliar territory and instead say “Uhu, yup or you bet”.

When someone says uhu to me, for a second I start doubting what I uttered, do I need to continue my story or what? Because that’s how I usually use the “uhu”, to me it’s a form of telling the person who’s talking, that I am still here and listening to his/her conversation in order to carry on with what’s being said.

Now when someone says “yup” to me after I thank them, at first I get surprised because the person is now agreeing with me, and the only thing that’s missing is a nod. After all, this is a very critical matter that needs everyone to be in total agreement here.

As for the last one “you bet” , my first reaction to that would be, to answer what appears to be a change of subject by countering it with a question “do you bet?”, whether I gamble or not is nobody’s business but if you must know, I don’t.

— Raghid Khalil