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Late Iraqi scientist Professor Abed Jabbar Abed Allah: Student of Einstein

سافر العالم أينشتاين إلى اليابان عام 1922 في الوقت الذي تم فيه الإعلان عن فوزه بجائزة نوبل للفيزياء !
وفي الفندق لم يجد معه مالاً ليعطيه للخادم الذي جلب الشاي.

فأمسك ورقة وكتب فيها جملة ثم وقعها ثم أعطاها للخادم ونصحه بالاحتفاظ بها.
بعد مرور 95 عاماً، في يوم 24/10/2017 اتصل أحد أبناء أخوة عامل الفندق ذاك، بدار المزايدات المقام في مدينة القدس ،لطرح الورقة في المزاد.

ابتدأ المزاد بالشاري الأول (2000 دولار) وبعد 25 دقيقة وقف المزاد على مبلغ (1,3 مليون دولار).
الآن… لنرى ماذا كتب أينشتاين في تلك الورقة:

{{ حياة هادئة ومتواضعة تجلب قدراً من السعادة أكبر من السعي للنجاح المصحوب بالتعب المستمر }} .

في العام 1958 كان رئيس جامعة بغداد… #البروفيسور_عبدالجبار_عبدالله ، هو أحد أربعة طلاب تتلمذوا على يد العالم أينشتاين في معهد ماساشوستس في الولايات المتحدة.

عندما حدث انقلاب القوميين والإسلاميين على سلطة عبد الكريم قاسم (1963)… اعتُقل العالم الفيزيائي العراقي ، وتلميذ أينشتاين فيمن اعتقلوا من كوادر وسياسيين وأساتذة وعسكريين.

وعندما أُفرج عنه هاجر إلى الولايات المتحدة، وأقام أستاذاً في نفس المعهد، ومنحه الرئيس هاري ترومان أعلى وسام …” #وسام_العالم ”.
أحد زملاء الزنزانة عرفه جيداََ… !

يقول إنه كان يشاهده مستغرقاً في تأملاته وكانت دموعه تنهمر أحياناً.
وإنه ذات يوم تجرأ وسأله عن سبب بكائه، فأجاب العالم الكبير :

عندما جاء الحرس القومي لاعتقالي… صفعني أحدهم، فأسقطني على الأرض. ثم فتش جيوبي وسرق ما لدي، وأخذ فيما أخذ قلم الحبر الذي أهداه إلي #ألبرت_أينشتاين، يوم نيلي شهادة الدكتوراه التي وقعها به.
وكان قلماً جميلاً من الياقوت الأحمر.
ولم أكن استعمل هذا القلم إلا لتوقيع شهادات الدكتوراه لطلابي في جامعة بغداد.

صمت هذا العالم قليلاً. ثم قال:
لم تؤلمني الصفعة ولا الاعتقال المهين.
ما آلمني أن الذي صفعني كان …أحد طلابي.

هذا ما قاله #البروفيسور_عبد_الجبار_عبدالله .
و #أينشتاين يقول:

(“2% من البشر يفكرون.
3% من البشر يظنون أنهم يفكرون.
95% من البشر يفضلون الموت على أن يفكروا”.)

الخادم الياباني أكرم انشتاين و احتفظ بالقصاصة لأحفاده بينما رجال السلطة لدينا اهانوا أنشتاين العراق والعرب وكسروا قلم أنشتاين…

ليس فقط في العراق بل الوطن العربي قاطبةََ دمروا العلم والعلماء والتعليم واهتموا بإنشاء جيل مهووس بالغناء والكرة والملاهي التي لا تسمن ولاتغني ولا تفيد إلا في انهيار الأمة….

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Timeline of global deaths: January 1st to April Fool.

Covid-19 has overshadowed the reality of what kinds of deaths people are succumbing to.

This table does Not cover all the curable diseases because of lack of medical treatment and available health care valid system

More importantly:

Those dying out of famine, by the millions, particularly in Yemen, Sudan (North and South), the Congo and those States ravaged by continuous civil wars

Those dying from drinking foul water: dysentery, Typhoid fever, Yellow fever…

All those 30 million refugees on the road, dropping like flies in inhospitable lands.

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Is it a calm night to relax from worries?

Note: Re-edit of “How come this night was so calm?”

I slept the sleep of the caves tonight.

Inconsequential and soft dreams were forgotten by the morning.

It was a “dreamless night

The morning news were anything but quiet:

Fighter jets and drones bombed villages

Rockets buried entire families.

Many blew themselves in crowded marketplaces, kids’ schools, restaurants

It was a “dreamless night”

Yet, last night was pretty loud:

Thunder claps, wind rattling doors and windows,

Sleet rocked roofs, millions of tin roofs

Millions of shacks and refugee tents.

It was a dreamless night

Dogs, wolves, jackals barked and howled

Rats squealed

Millions of insects and animals were devoured

A million procreated to cover up the loss

In the struggle of survival among the livings

It was a dreamless night

A few feet from ear shot

Hundreds of prisoners were tortured

Kicked, slapped, boxed, drowned, burned

Suffocated, drenched in freezing water

Screams we opted to shut off

From our hard ears, minds and hearts.

The horror of silent nights:

In waiting, the silence of the coming horror

Persistent and violent knocks on your door:

Your house is burning

Your neighbour was shot dead

The enemy invested your town

Dozens are being rounded up

Don’t take anything. Run for your life.

No, last night was not that calm:

New-borns were crying their heart out

Babies freezing to death

Kids dying of famine

Sick people kept moaning

Hundreds died in car accidents, handicapped

Airplanes disintegrated in the sky

Passenger ferries and ship sank

And yet, tonight was a calm and dreamless night

Tomorrow night and the nights after

Will be louder and leaden with nightmarish dreams.

Tomorrow is another day.

Violent and brutal horror stories for survival

Among the livings.

Good night all.

 

 

Am I a “professional“? How long can we cling to denial?

Note: Re-edit of “Am I a professional? Am I a generalist scholar? Who am I?”

Aside from obtaining a Nobel Prize or a “recognized” organization... can you feel a professional in any field?

Do you think if you feel fully cognizant of the array of your emotions or your lack of talents (passions) in many aspects of the living that you are set for a boring death?

This post is based on facts that you can gleam in my transcripts, documents and autobiography…

With 14 years of university study, a PhD in Industrial/Human Factors, a couple of Masters in Operations research, physics and chemistry.

With taking many graduate courses in psychology, marketing, accounting,economy, higher education…

Can I consider myself a professional?

I still cannot claim this title: I didn’t work for a company for any substantial duration and just taught a few courses at universities.

Reading 3 hours per day at libraries, taking notes, reviewing books, writing posts and articles (about 9000 articles by now on my blog in 45 categories), and keeping track of the political systems in countless countries, human rights performance, ecology…

Can I consider myself a professional?

At least, I should come to term that I am a generalist scholar

By mastering 3 languages, English French and Arabic (reading, speaking and writing), and being able to understand the written Spanish, I’ll be a fool to deny myself knowledge of 3 cultures and civilizations

Most of all, I have an experimental mind and read and comprehend scientific papers in many fields and can evaluate the extent of their research or scientific validity.

I had to learn and get trained on various types of designing and conducting experiments with objects and subjects in many fields (engineering, psychology, marketing) and I am familiar with the particular statistical analysis packages that each of these fields feel comfortable applying and interpreting results. (That was some time ago)

Can I consider myself a professional?

And yet, I cannot claim to be a professional in the restrictive sense that hiring companies evaluate that term.

At least, I should come to term that I am a generalist scholar

I discovered that “professionalism” makes me physically sick, with sustained stomach aches and recurring periods of catching cold… I would have died early on.

I am enjoying this freedom of expressing my opinions and feelings, and taking positions as a free man: Frequent confrontation with bullying people and the powers flaunting my rights and human rights

I don’t miss “professionalism”, excepting the lavish retirement money


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