Monday, June 21, 2010

DAD 9 years have passed and you still amaze us


29/8/2001 one of the worst two days in our lives (my sister and I), the day my father passed away.
As any child thinks his/her father is the giant who can reach out to touch the moon, we did believe that during our father’s life, but after his death, the image changed TOTALLY.
One of the hardest and painful things that usually happened when someone dies is when the family has to go through his/her things (pictures, clothes, papers, books, etc). It’s a reliving of the death moment over and over; it’s a reliving that goes on as long as days and weeks, while the death moment itself is only a minute. But there’s a good thing in this long torture process which is discovering the LEGACY(something handed down or received from an ancestor or predecessor).
The legacy of my father as we thought was long list of positions:
- Assistant General Manager
- joining the staff of UNICESO - USA
- General Manager of Alexandria YMCA
- Professor and Head of Psychology Department- Faculty of Arts - Oran University, Algeria
- Member of Board of Directors of Alexandria YMCA
- Leadership Training Consultant of YMCAs

And honorable certificates:
- Bachelor Degree of Commerce – Alexandria University
- Diploma of “ Tax Accounting “ - Faculty of Commerce - Alexandria University
- Master Degree of “ Public Finance “ – Faculty of Commerce - Alexandria University
- Diploma of “ Leadership in YMCA” - George Williams College – USA
- Master Degree of “Education “ Springfield College – USA “Community and Leadership Development”
- P.H.D of Psychology – Lancaster University – UK “Attitudes within Juvenile Criminal Justice”
And some books decorated by my father’s name as author.
How narrow mind we were?
This man was not a certificates, positions or books, This man was an effect.
Since the death of our father, we meet people that sometimes we don’t know who told us stories about how they are grateful for what our father did to help them or TEACH them.
Different people with different stories in different times, the one common thing in all of this is how all those people ends the story: “I’ll always be grateful for your father, I’ll never forget how he helped me”
Our feelings in those moments go beyond being proud; it’s more like a fairytale princess flying on the magic carpet.
Our father spent most of his life work for or connected to the YMCA. An association he believed so in its’ message. And they decided to honor him by naming a hall after him.
And we have been asked to bring some of his stuff (that reflects his personality) to the association to be put in this hall. And again we had to go through his stuff, another round of torture and legacy discovering.
Amazingly, new things were revealed to us, new information about our father we didn’t know about, and pictures with famous people we didn’t care to look before, letters to and from people who are now GM or CEO in different organizations and institutions, and so on.
The hall contains his picture of course, copies of all his certificates, copies of the master degrees and PHDs that he supervised as a college professor, pictures of him from different periods of his life and copies of the books he wrote.

In the honoring ceremony, we have met old people and young, and they all said the same thing one way or another:” WE WILL NEVER FORGET”
How to be so positively effective?????? That is the keyword
These words are not said in speeches or in video cameras but in private personal so intimate way, that’s why these words are so honest. In the Ribbon-cutting ceremony, I was standing next to the Chairman of the Board of Directors, who stood for seconds on the door looking to my father pictures hanged on the wall, and whispered: “الله يرحمك يا د.يوسف”
I trembled, with frozen tears in my eyes; I looked at him and then at my father’s picture and the question was in my head screaming out loud: Dad; how you did it? How you did effect all those people so deeply and so positively, that even now after 9 years they still have these feelings for you?
The GM talked about our father and by the end of his presentation he was chocking with his tears. Members of board of director shock my hand
People all around the place were telling the same line:” WE WILL NEVER FORGET”
OH MY GOD !!!!
Dad, it made us feel as you were a treasure, everyone met you get some. We all share this treasure, the treasure of your knowledge, personality, heart, ……
That is the real LEGACY, that is what we still enjoy having till now and will keep till we die.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

facebook: security case study اللى خالع راسه يغطيها


Two days ago, when opening my facebook in the morning, i found a nice video posted by a friend about someone called marc proposing to his fiancee miriam.
WOWWW, so romantic, and by the end of the day all my profile page was one repeated post, everyone reposted the video.
number of people watched the video on youtube jumped from 9000 to 36000 in two days.
my sister, my friend Sally (which is more like an internet investigator then a simple user) and I have a question: did they ever get married?
so my friend an I spent sometime yesterday digging the facebook. and we get our answer.
BUT what this experience reveals is more then a simple answer to a question.
after one hour of digging facebook we know all of this about marc and miriam:
1- his full name: marc wassim (from the profile)
2- her full name: miriam karam (from the profile)
3- date of proposal: 3/2009 (from the video)
4- date of engagment party: 5/2009 (from the video)
5- date of wedding: 10/2010 (from the comment)
6- marc's work place: Dubai (from the video and comment)
7- their friends names (from the video)
8- marc's hobby: photography (from the comment)
9- marc's camera (from the comment)
10- scenes from his house (from the video)
11- some of his family members (from the video)
and more
how we did that: just by digging facebook profiles
marc and miriam, both set the maximum security measures for their profiles, all the personal info are hidden, no pictures were shared, ... etc
but there was one album that was for public view, this was some photos taken by marc practicing his hobby.
just by reading the comments, we knew all of this and more.
are these information too much to know about someone you don't even know? OF COURSE
just two small steps away from hacking his credit card number :)
and remind you, all these information were revealed just by going from one facebook page to another, just unexperienced simple users actions. no software, no hacking ... nothing
did marc expect this or intend to do it? of course not

but this exactly what is called social hacking: which hacking to someone's vital information using what you know about him/her: as in expecting his password to be his date of birth, his wedding date or his kid's birthday and so on

the danger i'm talking about is not silly amateur stealling girls pictures to photoshped it with naked body, i'm talking about the more deep danger: HACKING to your life

and this all starts with a simple youtube video

social media users (facebook, myspace, ... etc) now have to choose between protecting their security or enjoying the magical concept of SHARING

can't do both, because there are no 100% security measures online, it's a lie no matter what the people of facebook say

so now before sharing anything online ask yourself this question: how much information about me will this reveals?

Sunday, June 6, 2010

لا أملك جناحا لأطير



أنا لا اظفر بالراحة.
أنا ظامئ إلى الأشیاء البعیدة المنال.
إن روحي تهفو ، تواقةً ، إلى لمس طرف المدى المظلم.
إیه أیها المجهول البعید وراء الأفق ، یا للنداء الموجع المنساب من نایك.
أنا أنسى ، أنسى دوما أنني لا أملك جناحا لأطير ،
وأنني مقید دوما بهذا المكان.
إنني مت قد الشوق ، یقظان ، أنا غریب في أرضٍ عجیبة.
إن زفراتك تتناهى إلي ، لتهمس في أذني أملا مستحیلا .
إن صوتك یعرفه قلبي كما لو كان قلبه.
أیها المجهول البعید ، یا للنداء الموجع المنساب من نایك!
أنا أنسى ، أنسى دوما أنني لا أعرف الطریق وأنني
لا أمتلك جوادا مجنحا .
أنا لا أظفر بالطمأنینة.
أنا شارد ، أهیم في قلبي.
في الضباب المشمس ، من الساعات الضجرة ، ما
أبهى مرآك العظیم یتجل ى في زرقة السماء!
أیها المجهول البعید ، یا للنداء الموجع المنساب من نایك!
إنني أنسى ، أنسى دوما ، أن الأبواب كل ها موصدة
في البیت الذي أفزع فیه إلى وحدتي.