It's barbaric, but hey, it's home!

I love this song! :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPUAhSGZtvU&feature=related

Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place

Where the caravan camels roam

Where they cut off your ear

If they don't like your face

It's barbaric, but hey, it's home

When the wind's from the east

And the sun's from the west

And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down

Stop on by

Hop a carpet and fly

To another Arabian night
Arabian nights

Like Arabian days

More often than not

Are hotter than hot

In a lot of good ways
Arabian nights

'Neath Arabian moons

A fool off his guard

Could fall and fall hard

Out there on the dunes

My Broken Foot

Is there a better way than to welcome the first days of the year with a broken? That's what I got here! A broken left foot!

I was playing football with friends when one of them tried to tackle me so bad and I wanted to avoid that tackle by jumping over. unluckily, I fell on the left side of my left foot. I felt a terrible pain and I knew I broke some bone there but I tried to deny that and stand again on my feet. I pulled myself together and stood again but I couldn't hold it to stand on my injured foot. I quietly went to the side of the field hopping with one leg. A friend drove me back home and I convinced myself it's only a bruise and I will get better in the next day but I was wrong.
I woke up in the morning and my left foot was swollen. Nobody was home though; my father was at work, my brother and sisters were at college and my mother went shopping. Anyway, I could handle it with one leg and I brought some ointment and put some on my swollen foot and then I bandaged it. Later, my mother found out about my foot and went crazy of course but I assured her that I was ok. But she decided that I have to see a doc and she hurried to get me a taxi and drag me to the hospital.
As soon as we got there, a paramedic hurried to me with a wheelchair and asked me to sit down on it.. "No! Thank you! I can manage!" I said. but the Paramedic replied: "but your foot is injued, boy!". I didn't pay to him any attention as my mother brought me a crutch. Later, I was examined by a doc who said that I have a fracture in my instep and he sent me to an orthopaedic to splint it. The orthopaedic was very nice as he told me he's been in this field for more than 25 years. He told me that in the same year I was born, he did his 1st operation in his career. "It was terrible at those days because we were in Al Qadisiya war" he meant the Iraqi-Iranian war. "I had to splint about 20 to 30 people a day" he added. Then, he told me to come and see him again in five days. I went out to find my mother was crying! She called my father and she couldn't hold it and she cried... "What the.. Mother?! What are you doing?!" I felt ashamed and sorry for being such a clumsy son! It's my 1st time that I break some bone of me.
Anyway... Here are couple of photos: