Islam Media, speaks of really, Media (as with everyday stories perhaps), as seen really, in Islam. This Media too, should not be confused, with Islamic Media. Geopolitically speaking, the Middle East, is a Region, rich and rife, with all forms, of Media (as mainly to do with, Content, rather than, Variety) [with Media in the Western World, mainly being about, Variety really]. There are about, 4 main types of Media, seen in the Middle East [and the cause too, of lots of fighting/arguments, as with regards really, to what, does constitute, Islam in itself]. The first is, Islamic Media (which does have a difficult time, fitting in, into the world of Islam), Dubai Media (which is believed falsely perhaps, mainly Western), Israeli Media (which is rather political in nature), and finally too, Islam Media (which is rather, unknown, outside the Middle East Region).
This entry though, will present Islam Media to all, as while Islamic Media, is prevalent through out the Middle East (and rather old too really), Dubai Media, is mainly prevalent, in Saudi Arabia, Oman, and the UAE; while on the otherhand, Islam Media, is mainly seen (perhaps) in, Qatar, Bahrain, Pakistan, and the Swahili lands even [Israeli Media on the otherhand, is seen, through out really, the rest, of the Middle East]. Israeli Media too, has the 'High Class' Israeli Urbanite/Socialite, at its helm really, while Dubai Media, has the Sheikh, in the very same role too. Islamic Media on the otherhand, is rather religious in nature (as with an Imam), while Islam Media, has the Mohammedan/Koranic, at its helm truly.
Israeli Media, has spread its wings though, into the Western World, and while seen in Europe really, in North America, it somewhat merges, with what they do call, American/Western Media** (which is rather, 'African' influenced too in all) [even UK/Brit Media, is somewhat really, Israeli]. Dubai Media, is somewhat too really, mainly Architectural today, while Islamic Media, is based heavily on, religious stories (of all kinds really); [Western Media, is actually too also, heavily based on, the Movie format (and TV programming as well)]. Islam Media on the otherhand, is heavily based on, the Hadithi, and is the basis too really, of the Motion Picture Industry (in America too also) [and via Qatar too] [In all surely, Islam Media, is actually, the Motion Picture (Industry) really].
Other Interesting forms of Media out there, include, Russian International Media [which was, at the heart really, of the Iron Curtain, but also too, gave birth, to Russian-French Media (and the world, of the Concorde, CFI TV and RFI Radio too as well)]
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(the AirBus A380 on the otherhand, is actually, Dubai Media)
Dubai Media, is significantly too, associated with Satellite TV (Sky TV), while Israeli Media, is strongly associated, with Cable TV (HBO) [with Satellite TV, being rather prominent too, in the Asian Region]. Islamic Media on the otherhand, tends to be heavily Radio driven, while Islam Media, is driven today really, by the world of Creative Writing (and Book Fairs in all too even).
**the aggrandizement, of Europe today, is actually really, by Western Media (and its African antecedents)
5 Days in the Life of Ahmed Bukhari
Its a Wednesday morning, when Ahmed, already awake and cooking breakfast, hears a knock on the door, to his residence, and a turn on the knob, indicating, an attempt at entry. He stands still somewhat, while staring at the door, wondering who it could be, wishing to pay a visit, so early on. Still standing, and holding the cup of coffee, which a moment ago, he had added some sugar to, the door fully opens wide, as his longtime friend, Basim, walks in, while holding a Videocam recorder, in his hands. "Basim!!", Ahmed somewhat calls out, as Basim still walking in, and now aptly somewhat, recording Ahmed, is somewhat surprised, when Ahmed somewhat yells to him, to shut the door, behind him. With leg raised backwards, and still aiming the cam recorder at Ahmed, Basim delivers a well executed kick, at the door, causing it to swing rapidly, and suddenly shut too. "Ahmed", says Basim, as he quickly switches off the camcoder, with a swift, flip, at its screen hood. Ahmed, who is finishing up on stirring his coffee, glances at Basim, from the corner of his eyes, as he now more or less, turns directly, towards at him. "We are in big trouble", he says again, as Ahmed now stares at him, with a somewhat mocking expression, but eyes widened still, as while he has been, through similar past experiences, he never truly, is welcoming, of such statements. He stares on at Basim, as Basim now with, a somewhat forlone look to his face, simply states that "the clients did not come through". Ahmed quickly somewhat scratches, the top front of his head, grasping at some hairs, as he was certain really last night, when he went to bed that, the next day, would only bring, good tidings with it. Ahmed lives all by himself, without too much support from his parents. He has a residential apartment, in a rather upscale part of Dubai, which his parents, partly pay for, but he on the otherhand, has to fully, support himself, by working as long and as hard as he can, in one of his Uncles, Dubai based Hotels. His job is easy, as his Uncle once simply explained to him "just find clients, to fill up the rooms". He has been allocated, two floors, in his Uncles Dubai Hotel, and the somewhat startling news from Basim, has him wondering somewhat, at why things would, fall apart, in such a manner. He continues staring at Basim, and it is times as this, that religion truly beckons, and thoughts of self-hate and perceived hatreds, fill his mind, as to why things, truly never, do work as they are supposed to. Basim on the otherhand, seems to have somewhat taken his frustrations, out on Ahmed, and even somewhat aptly, gleefully watches, as Ahmed attempts in all, not to show his displeasure.
It is in the evening, Ahmed and Basim, having spent some hours at the Hotel, and working too, to find more clients, with thoughts, of failure, somewhat creeping up, at the back of their minds. An hour ago, a friend of Basims, Fakhir, called to say, he would be showing up, at the Hotel, in about an hour. 45 minutes had elapsed since then, and as Ahmed stands by the Windows peering out into the streets of Dubai, he can't help but wonder, why life, seems, always stressful with, moments of happiness, born really with wild imaginings only. Ahmed does not really like Dubai, and the only other alternative his Uncle had offered him, was a similar position, working in a London owned Hotel. He had denied that request, and as he was standing there still, an attempt at opening the door to the Office, has him turning somewhat swiftly, to look over hesitantly, at the opening door, so as to see whom, it really could be. Dismal success, in the last few months, has had him believing unconsciously, that he probably, doesn't truly belong in the Office really. The door opening, somewhat wide, with voices emanating from outside it, sees Fakhir, somewhat marching in, into the Office, as Ahmed watches rather surprisingly, as Fakhir in all, ignores him really, and proceeds to start communicating, with Basim. Fakhir, is Omani, and does not truly adhere, to non Omani, communication protocols, he choosing or seeking to be, Omani, whenever he truly can. Ahmed turns back, to look outside the Windows again, somewhat acquainted with, the rather harmless nature of the likes, of Fakhir. Fakhir is already rapidly talking to Basim, asking on really why, the tempo in Dubai, is rather low. "Nothing happening here" says Basim, as Ahmed now turns, to look at Fakhir, or "the Bik", as many out there on the streets of Dubai, would refer to him, on gaining his acquaintance. Fakhir is rather popularly known, as a 'peoples person', and while Ahmed actually has seen him, several times, on the Dubai party circuit, he has never actually, truly said, anything to him other than, a mental response, to Fakhirs, "the Bik", party showmanship. Fakhir has by now, turned to Ahmed, and warmly greeted him, and Ahmed now resumes, sitting, at his Desk, as he waits for all cordialities, to come to an end. Basim it appears, believes, that Fakhir, has the answer, to all, their woes.
On Thursday morning, Ahmed awakens once again, feeling a bit too tired, as he having slept late last night, thinks truly again really, that he did actually, enjoy, the night out. Fakhir was the reason for this, as his philosophies on life, had Ahmed realizing, how the likes of "the Bik", were well prepared for life, by having apparently, reasoned it all out. Ahmed though, not aspiring to life philosophies, still dreams of owning a mansion, to himself, and hopefully too, a 'Gated' one for that matter. He is out of bed again, and in another hour or two, is ready to leave for work again. Out, on to the entry parking, to his residence, Ahmed gets in swiftly, into his Toyota Hilux 4-door pick-up truck, and once in, starts the engine, and reverses swiftly out of the parking spot, and begins driving off somewhat really, towards, the Gates. There is a 'Nubian' Watchman at the Gates, who opens them up, as Ahmed somewhat waits, impatiently, and once open again, speeds out, onto the rather empty streets, next to his residence. As he is driving to Ghalibs, a friend he has known, since his childhood, he can't but help but peer, onto the now, somewhat active streets, some distance really, from his residence. He looks out at the opened shops, at the nearby Mall to where he lives, and then even at passer-bys, pedestrians, and even too, passing cars. Ahmed, has never truly, fit, into Dubai, having grown up really in Abu Dhabi. He moved to Dubai, on his Uncles request, and some of his friends, such as Ghalib, decided to make the move, with him. As he is driving aimlessly on, he can't but help notice, a somewhat statuesque woman, with sun eyewear on, long black flowing hair, walking past by, as he waits, for the traffic to begin, rolling on. He looks at her, and he can't but help remembering, Ghalib say that, such women, were the reason, fatwas exist. Ahmed, somewhat smiles at this memory, and in no time again, as the traffic having began rolling swiftly, he eventually finds himself, driving, fast, on the rather, still new looking, highway, into Dubai's City center. Into it, and proceeding to go to Ghalibs, he can't but help notice, a huge hanging 'Wall Portrait', of Emirati Vice-President, Sheikh Mohammad bin Rashid, to which he somewhat keenly, peers at. It has not passed Ahmed unrecognized, that he simply is not, too happy, in Dubai. He truly wonders, why he can't, simply fit in, into Dubai or even Oman for that matter, having lived there a while, but seemingly too, unnoticeable, despite his, lofty ambitions, which he truly believes, he has the intelligence, to live out. Its as if, he understand Dubai in all, but really though, can't seem to understand why, his mental thought processes, seem so muddled, as to what he wants in life. He for instance, on looking at a Real Estate brochure, stares amazingly at the homes on sale, but truly too also finds himself, not too driven, to own that Mansion he so truly desires. Looking out of the window, of his now speeding pick-up truck, he can't but help notice, the Mercedes Benz, or Maserati car models, speeding by him, and he actually wonders, whom the people, behind the stirring wheels of the cars truly are. He has somewhat bought, into the belief really, that all Emiratis, or even those, from the Middle East, all truly know each other, but he finds himself somewhat subconsciously questioning this, as he peers onto the side really, of a rather beautiful Woman in a Mercedes Benz speeding past him, to which he consoles himself admirably perhaps, as 'she' speeds on, by openly noticing, she is Saudi. With such thoughts lingering on his mind, he finds himself, driving on towards the outskirt suburbs, of Dubai, and while still having some imaginings, eventually does find himself, rolling into the driveway of Ghalibs house.
It is in the evening again, and as Ahmed is seated behind his Desk, he can't but help notice Ghalib seated, somewhat directly infront of him, in a leather bound sofa, stretched out, along the Window view, right before him. Ghalib has his feet, stretched out too, on a table placed, right before the sofa, which Ahmed, had originally wanted, to be a glassed table, on his very first day at work, but now actually, it did not seem to matter at all, even if the table, was plastic. Basim is at the other end, of the room, which is rather panoramic, and to Ahmed, there appears to be, a lingering tension between, Basim and Ghalib, as to Ghalib, not wishing or seeking, to work with both of them. Ghalib though, is talking rather swiftly, and questioning Fakhirs reasoning, that if, Ahmed knew himself in Dubai itself really, he would then know whom he was, 'in this very Office'. Ghalib however believes, if Ahmed truly knew, whom he truly was, in this very Office, he would probably know whom he was, even in Saudi Arabia, as the Office in all, is rather grand by nature. The telling, proceeding on from Ghalib, has him eventually, noticing, the distance, that both, Ahmed and Basim, seem to hold towards him. It is then, he begins once more, explaining his philosophy, of life in Dubai, "so look" he says, as if speaking even, to Basim, "I do not, know, whom I am in here, or whom I am, out there" "yet still, I have by now, attained, a State of Equilibrium, as to not knowing, whom I am, and I therefore, don't believe, anything will happen to me, until, I leave Dubai". Simplistic, some would imagine, but a creeping smile on Ahmeds face, has him wondering if, it truly perhaps is, soundly physics.
The three eventually leave the Office, and make for a Restaurant Eatery, where Fakhir, will be meeting them, with regards to helping outline, a sales promotion of some kind, for the Hotel suites, under Ahmeds name.
It is Friday morning, about 9:30 a.am, when Ahmed awakens, to sounds of Basim, knocking even wildly, at his door. He is out of bed, somewhat rushing to the door, which he opens by turning the lock, and walks off again, as Basim makes his way through. Last night, Fakhir had unveiled something that, even the rather serious minded Basim, was bound to call, a 'Secret Weapon'. While staring at the rather sleepy looking Ahmed, Basim, quickly reiterates Ghalibs promise, to meet them early on today, a Friday, at the Office. Ghalib who had paid attention to Fakhir, was rather surprised, when Basim, told "the Bik", about Ghalibs, own theories on life, and even, the Office itself. Fakhir on hearing all this, did not attempt to denounce Ghalib, but simply stated that, they would debate all that, later, as they all had, some work to do at the moment. Fakhir, goes through it all again in more detail, about the sales promotion, arguing in all, that the three, which provokes a stare from Ghalib, have been wasting their time, attempting to market, the rooms. Basim is somewhat ecstatic, as he cannot but help, see the money, coming in, from just about anywhere. With time, Fakhir asked the group, to move on, to another location, which had turned out, to be a Waterpark, to the surprise of all, and especially, Ghalib. "You guys shouldn't feel ashamed" says Fakhir, in his haltering Omani English, as he somewhat intermixes, Arabic and English, to communicate, what he has to say. Ahmed is rather surprised, at how big the Waterpark is, Basim, at the number of people, while Ghalib stares, at the children running all about. They spent their late evening there, listening to amusing stories mainly, retold perhaps, by "the Bik", with Basim, being the most eager listener, of them all.
On that Friday morning, after Ahmed had jumped into the shower, and quickly bathed, the two had speeded off, in only Ahmeds car, towards the Office, while peering mainly, at nothing much at all, on their way; despite the streets on that day, being filled with Mercedes Benz's, Maseratis, and even BMW's of all makes and kinds even. It would probably, have not mattered to Ahmed, if he had been told, that a certain Saudi looking Woman, had peered at him, as it probably, would have registered as being, nothing more, than a future note. Into the Office, and they find Ghalib seated as he was, on the previous day, feet up high, and looking rather nonchalant, as if awaiting, everything, and nothing to happen. The two get down to work almost immediately, driven somewhat impulsively by Basim, while Ghalib, continues to be, as he was when they walked in, while Basim somewhat outlines, how they can very well proceed, with mapping out really, the Sales Promotion; "Map it out", is what Fakhir had said, "don't waste time, thinking about all this". With Basim already, looking into everything, and Ahmed somewhat mindlessly following along, Ghalib continues to be, as he was five minutes ago, before the working mood now permeating the Office, somewhat hits him, at which he then proceeds to say: "I know how, I can be of assistance". Fakhir, had attempted to, assign him some tasks to do, which he had somewhat, annoyingly, declined. "What is it?", had said Basim, somewhat mindlessly, when Ghalib, had then began, to reiterate, on his earlier points, "I don't know, whom I am in here, and to be truthful Ahmed, don't care too much, for the money you are making." Basim had turned to look at him somewhat aimingly, before Ghalib had proceeded, without too much further ado. "I have truly found it" he said musingly, and while somewhat standing, and actually doing so, and mindfully openly, walking to the Desk, he had sat on it, one leg on Desk, bent, and had said while looking at Basims openly questioning face, and Ahmeds eyes "I am going, to be Office Regent". "Office Regent", had said Basim, with Ahmed almost too, mouthing the term, as Ghalib, while now looking Basim in the eyes, and Ahmed in the face, had simply stood up, and said "Simple, I will simply philosophize, on whom we can be in here, and whom, we will be, in the future out there". "You have to understand Ahmed", he says, while maintaining his previous stance 10 seconds ago, and looking away, from both of them, "I can't work, when I don't know, or see myself, into the future even" "I don't know, whom I am; but, if you allow me this pleasure", as he somewhat feelingly noticed motion, on Ahmeds part, signaling humour in all, and he turning too, to look at both, Ahmed in the eyes, and Basim in the face, continued on saying "I will make us, rather Wealthy." "Forget 'the Bik', and his easrtwhile promotions" he had said, while looking down, at the Desk, and on peering up again, said "We shall go Corporate, and not simply, be an Office". Ghalib then looked at both, Basim and Ahmed, with a rather satisfied look, on his face, for it was rather simple, Corporate meant, 'Office Regent', while at the moment, they were simply, an Office, in downtown Dubai.
While Ghalib, had felt his presentation, rather earstwhile too even, he did feel as if, something was missing, and to his minds view, it appeared very much that, Fakhir, could play the role of advisor; it was all then, planned out, they were now, Corporate.
It was Saturday morning, when Ahmed had woken up, feeling rather tired, as Basim, had insisted, they stay in late, and work out, all technicalities, associated with the promotion. Ghalib had stayed in longer too, and with time, as he appeared deep in thought to himself, while somewhat feelingly too, sensing out Basim for no too good, apparent reason, he had gone Religious, on both of them, by reminding them, how the duo of Prophet Muhammed, and Al-Bukari, and a few others even, had spread Islam, with the Prophet playing CEO, and Al-Bukari, "Office Regent". The spread of Islam, he had unwittingly stated perhaps, had been Corporate. It was a beautiful thing to Ghalib, and even Basim had to agree on hearing it, that the Sales Promotion, was a minor event, in the history, of the Office.
At about 12:30 p.m., Ahmed had arrived anxiously, at the Gates of a Mansion situated, just right out of Dubai, on the insistence of Basim, that they attend a party, to be held there. It was more or less, a BBQ and Swimming Pool party, and Ahmed had wondered about exactly, how many people, would be there. Basim had not been too happy, with Ahmeds lack of enthusiasm, at not wanting, to attend the party, as Basim had in all really, seen it even, as a chance to branch out, and get to know, Dubai unwittingly. To him, one could in all, never truly know, just where future opportunities lay, unless one mingled vicariously, all over Dubai, as power in Dubai, was never truly fixated, at any one point or place, as even a bartender, could have a close connection, to the Vice-President of the Emirates. Ahmed though, had not been too pleased with all this, and it appeared to him, that Basim had not taken, Ghalib too seriously, as while Ahmed, had actually totally, been taken in, by the Corporate speech. He having known Ghalib, longer than Basim, he perhaps too in all, was inclined really, to side with Ghalib.
There were many people at the party, more than he had hoped for, all spread out even, inside and outside the Mansion, while mingling amongst themselves, in small-to-medium groups. It was the reason, why he secretly hated Dubai, all these groups, which chose even, not to be groupings. Power might be found anywhere in Dubai, as Basim had theorized, but it was still, rather unapproachable in all, is how, he very much, saw it in all. Inside within, and moving around, Ahmed secretly wished, that Ghalib was present, as Ghalib, was truly, the nerd amongst them all. Seated at a window sill, and looking around and even begin to feel, as though he was been watched, the door to the Mansion opens, and with somewhat a big smile even, unknowingly on Ahmeds face, in walked, "the Bik". He had walked in, with another two persons, whose names would turn out to be Peter, and Levi, and Ahmed wondered, whom they might be, as they totally, did not fit the scene at hand he thought. Later on, he did change his mind on this, on noticing really, that Peter and Levi, did communicate, like everyone else at the party, with the exception really, of him and Basim. Fakhir, or "the Bik" really, had stopped to say hi, but with time, had moved on he apparently being, the only one it appeared, to know whom he was, at the party. He had said hi, to a former friend from afar, an Ashraf Metwalli, whom had greeted him somewhat enthusiastically, but communications, had broken down, as they had nothing much in common any more, or even, nothing much really, to say to each other. Ahmed, still seated at the Window sill, though having taken a break, after talking to Ash as he once knew him as, had returned from the back of the Mansion, where the Pool was situated, and on eating a hamburger or two, with a coke to drown it all down, had found himself again, at the Window sill, silently hating, the whole scene, and even perhaps, wishing them all sickness unconsciously.
Ahmed walked into his residence, about5 hours after, his meeting Ashraf Metwalli, and his drive home, was filled with thoughts, about his youth, and partially growing up, with 'Ash', in Abu Dhabi. As he walked in, he was partially surprised, to find Ghalib, seated on one of his sofas, legs up on a small table nearby, and the TV on, showing, the Sports Channel. There was a Tennis Match on, two Russians he noticed, as he somewhat, took the time, to take in, Ghalibs presence. Ghalib who had heard, Ahmed walk in, after unlocking the door really, continued to watch the Match, but turned slightly, to somewhat partially see, Ahmed walking in. "Who is winning?!!" asked Ahmed, as Ghalib, hesitantly, and finally with a silence really, admitted, he was simply watching, the Match, as in watching perhaps, the ball fly on the court. As Ahmed started to make his way to his bedroom, Ghalib somewhat swiftly turned somewhat, before asking aloud, even enthusiastically "how was the Party?!", to which Ahmed, who was by now, in his bedroom, replied not at all really, but as with beginning to do so, somewhat muffled his voice on somewhat realizing, that Ghalib, could not hear him out too well. On his return, from out of his room, Ahmed noticed Ghalib, taking out a document of sorts, from a folder, that lay nearby him. He put it down next to him, but as Ahmed walked into the open kitchen nearby, he could not help, but notice Ghalib do so. Ahmed began to prepare himself, a cup of coffee, while watching somewhat, the game, still playing on, on the flat panel TV. As he was doing this, Ghalib, as if somewhat having tired himself out watching the Match, Ghalib then somewhat turns towards Ahmed, and on noticing fully even, that Ahmed is standing there where expected, somewhat having quickly picked up the documents taken out earlier, shows them 'wavingly', to Ahmed, while still watching the TV somewhat. Ahmed on noticing this, walked into the TV space, to take a look at the documents being waved at him really, by picking them out, of Ghalibs hands. "Its nothing much" he hears Ghalib say, as he does peruse rather quickly, through the documents, "its just something, I thought up, that I believe will be of interest". The documents, as Ahmed was to later find out, on the following day really, was an outline perhaps, on how really, to turn the Office, into a Corporate body. Simple formulations, of the kind Ghalib, was kind of famed for while growing up, that if implemented, would eventually see them, even flying corporate. On his taking the documents, and promising Ghalib to read through them, he watched somewhat annoyingly, as Ghalib switched off the TV, and then proceeded, to somewhat mutter out, loudly, a goodbye. Ghalib having left, and he having walked back into his room, he had thrown the documents on his bed, and then somewhat taken interest, on a periodical laying nearby, which he then picks up, and walks back to the TV space to read it, while watching something perhaps, and even most likely, the game.
On Sunday evening, after having spent the day, swimming at a local Private School, and even had Ghalib show up for a short time, Ahmed, had driven home, and decided to pick up, a Pizza, on his way back. He had not heard really from Basim, since the previous day, and had spent his day, with some of his neighbours. Back at his place, and the TV on hoping really, for something even, of great interest, being one in all, to be a rather frustrated channel flipper, Ahmed, began eating up his Pizza, while having come across, a News Talk Show, that appeared in all, to proclaim really, Israel, as the very center, of the universe itself. He let the show run, while picking up to read, some newspapers, that he had picked up too on his way back, and of different Nationalities really. There was a Saudi paper, an Emirati one, and finally even, a Chinese English daily, that he believed, might be of interest. As he was doing this, while munching on his Pizza literally, his cellphone, that he barely used, began to ring, as he surprisingly wondered, whom it could be, as all his friends, tended mainly, to SMS him, via the Internet really. He turned on the phone really to answer it, as he very much saw it, and with a rather hesitant hello, and almost frown like too, a loud piercing, and even shrill voice, called out to him saying, "Hi!!". He wondered whom it could be, as the voice almost immediately, began to talk loud of his wishes, and while struggling to recollect himself really, so as to listen eagerly, he quickly realized, that the only thing he had gotten so far, was the callers name, a certain 'Bedford'. On standing up really, he asked 'Bedford', to please repeat himself, and minutes after this, and while having an interruptible conversation on both their parts, he understood and realized, that this 'Bedford', actually wished, to make a hotel booking, and spoke as if, there was second voice standing, near by him, as he did this. He on nearly finishing the call, asked Bedford, to send an email, to his Office really, and he would then, look at it, and quickly reply, to his queries. 'Bedford', agreed to this, and the call, was then truly over.
Later that night, as he was laying on his bed, he happened to pick up on, the documents, Ghalib, had left behind with him. There were two of them, and one was actually typed out, on a desktop computer, and the other, a managerial article, from one of Dubais top Universities, on 'corporate ethics'. He decided to put the article down, and read Ghalibs thoughts, on all thought up recently, to which he atleast, attributed, an entertainment factor to. In it, Ghalib had at the very least, outlined perhaps, a picture, if not a vision really, of the direction, the Office could take, into becoming, a Corporate structure. In it again, he had taken the time, to spell out, certain rules and laws even, which if followed to the tee, would turn the Office, into. a Boardroom of sorts, in simply a week even. He read through the whole document, looking at what at times he perceived, to be stringent conditions implaced, as he wondered to himself, what Basim, would think of the document, as it in all appeared, to have the workings and functions, of the Office, totally rotating, around Ghalib. As he read more of the document, it appeared very much, that Ghalib, had imprinted an image even, of the total workings of the Office, as he could very well see, a whole new Shelf, on one side of the Office, with the Qu'ran, and works on Islamic Ethics, lined out on it. On the other side of the Office, stood a Workstation, with Basim on it, dressed too, in blue jeans, a white shirt, and ruffled hair, working out, all the Managerial details, that the Office needed to operate. He could also see himself, seated behind his Desk, with black jet hair, well combed, sharply even, and a black suit on, to match his prevalent attitude. As his memory, took in these imaginings, they continued to flow, as he could finally see, Fakhir, living out somewhere in Oman perhaps, with a swimming pool to his right behind, as he shelled out advice, on any problems, the Office might face. And finally even, to top it off really, there was Ghalib, dressed in black Mohammedan attire, seated with his feet on top of a glassed mini-table, with his arms, stretched out on the top of the sofa, talking 'inspirationally' somewhat, and even musing loudly, while all in the Office, worked away. On taking all this, Ahmed, with slightly dazed and even shut eyes, could not help but imagine, and even believe, that the images that Ghalib had drawn out, were fully imprinted, on his mind, and on reasoning shortly on all this, with Basim in view, he could not help really, but think to himself, that the Office, had probably truly in all, gone Corporate.
'sounds' of Islam Media:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJO0S_rV8cE
Islam Media and its associated 'materiality':
This entry though, will present Islam Media to all, as while Islamic Media, is prevalent through out the Middle East (and rather old too really), Dubai Media, is mainly prevalent, in Saudi Arabia, Oman, and the UAE; while on the otherhand, Islam Media, is mainly seen (perhaps) in, Qatar, Bahrain, Pakistan, and the Swahili lands even [Israeli Media on the otherhand, is seen, through out really, the rest, of the Middle East]. Israeli Media too, has the 'High Class' Israeli Urbanite/Socialite, at its helm really, while Dubai Media, has the Sheikh, in the very same role too. Islamic Media on the otherhand, is rather religious in nature (as with an Imam), while Islam Media, has the Mohammedan/Koranic, at its helm truly.
Israeli Media, has spread its wings though, into the Western World, and while seen in Europe really, in North America, it somewhat merges, with what they do call, American/Western Media** (which is rather, 'African' influenced too in all) [even UK/Brit Media, is somewhat really, Israeli]. Dubai Media, is somewhat too really, mainly Architectural today, while Islamic Media, is based heavily on, religious stories (of all kinds really); [Western Media, is actually too also, heavily based on, the Movie format (and TV programming as well)]. Islam Media on the otherhand, is heavily based on, the Hadithi, and is the basis too really, of the Motion Picture Industry (in America too also) [and via Qatar too] [In all surely, Islam Media, is actually, the Motion Picture (Industry) really].
Other Interesting forms of Media out there, include, Russian International Media [which was, at the heart really, of the Iron Curtain, but also too, gave birth, to Russian-French Media (and the world, of the Concorde, CFI TV and RFI Radio too as well)]
http://www.manchester.anglican.org/upload/News/img//news-rad5F2AB.jpg
(the AirBus A380 on the otherhand, is actually, Dubai Media)
Dubai Media, is significantly too, associated with Satellite TV (Sky TV), while Israeli Media, is strongly associated, with Cable TV (HBO) [with Satellite TV, being rather prominent too, in the Asian Region]. Islamic Media on the otherhand, tends to be heavily Radio driven, while Islam Media, is driven today really, by the world of Creative Writing (and Book Fairs in all too even).
**the aggrandizement, of Europe today, is actually really, by Western Media (and its African antecedents)
5 Days in the Life of Ahmed Bukhari
Its a Wednesday morning, when Ahmed, already awake and cooking breakfast, hears a knock on the door, to his residence, and a turn on the knob, indicating, an attempt at entry. He stands still somewhat, while staring at the door, wondering who it could be, wishing to pay a visit, so early on. Still standing, and holding the cup of coffee, which a moment ago, he had added some sugar to, the door fully opens wide, as his longtime friend, Basim, walks in, while holding a Videocam recorder, in his hands. "Basim!!", Ahmed somewhat calls out, as Basim still walking in, and now aptly somewhat, recording Ahmed, is somewhat surprised, when Ahmed somewhat yells to him, to shut the door, behind him. With leg raised backwards, and still aiming the cam recorder at Ahmed, Basim delivers a well executed kick, at the door, causing it to swing rapidly, and suddenly shut too. "Ahmed", says Basim, as he quickly switches off the camcoder, with a swift, flip, at its screen hood. Ahmed, who is finishing up on stirring his coffee, glances at Basim, from the corner of his eyes, as he now more or less, turns directly, towards at him. "We are in big trouble", he says again, as Ahmed now stares at him, with a somewhat mocking expression, but eyes widened still, as while he has been, through similar past experiences, he never truly, is welcoming, of such statements. He stares on at Basim, as Basim now with, a somewhat forlone look to his face, simply states that "the clients did not come through". Ahmed quickly somewhat scratches, the top front of his head, grasping at some hairs, as he was certain really last night, when he went to bed that, the next day, would only bring, good tidings with it. Ahmed lives all by himself, without too much support from his parents. He has a residential apartment, in a rather upscale part of Dubai, which his parents, partly pay for, but he on the otherhand, has to fully, support himself, by working as long and as hard as he can, in one of his Uncles, Dubai based Hotels. His job is easy, as his Uncle once simply explained to him "just find clients, to fill up the rooms". He has been allocated, two floors, in his Uncles Dubai Hotel, and the somewhat startling news from Basim, has him wondering somewhat, at why things would, fall apart, in such a manner. He continues staring at Basim, and it is times as this, that religion truly beckons, and thoughts of self-hate and perceived hatreds, fill his mind, as to why things, truly never, do work as they are supposed to. Basim on the otherhand, seems to have somewhat taken his frustrations, out on Ahmed, and even somewhat aptly, gleefully watches, as Ahmed attempts in all, not to show his displeasure.
It is in the evening, Ahmed and Basim, having spent some hours at the Hotel, and working too, to find more clients, with thoughts, of failure, somewhat creeping up, at the back of their minds. An hour ago, a friend of Basims, Fakhir, called to say, he would be showing up, at the Hotel, in about an hour. 45 minutes had elapsed since then, and as Ahmed stands by the Windows peering out into the streets of Dubai, he can't help but wonder, why life, seems, always stressful with, moments of happiness, born really with wild imaginings only. Ahmed does not really like Dubai, and the only other alternative his Uncle had offered him, was a similar position, working in a London owned Hotel. He had denied that request, and as he was standing there still, an attempt at opening the door to the Office, has him turning somewhat swiftly, to look over hesitantly, at the opening door, so as to see whom, it really could be. Dismal success, in the last few months, has had him believing unconsciously, that he probably, doesn't truly belong in the Office really. The door opening, somewhat wide, with voices emanating from outside it, sees Fakhir, somewhat marching in, into the Office, as Ahmed watches rather surprisingly, as Fakhir in all, ignores him really, and proceeds to start communicating, with Basim. Fakhir, is Omani, and does not truly adhere, to non Omani, communication protocols, he choosing or seeking to be, Omani, whenever he truly can. Ahmed turns back, to look outside the Windows again, somewhat acquainted with, the rather harmless nature of the likes, of Fakhir. Fakhir is already rapidly talking to Basim, asking on really why, the tempo in Dubai, is rather low. "Nothing happening here" says Basim, as Ahmed now turns, to look at Fakhir, or "the Bik", as many out there on the streets of Dubai, would refer to him, on gaining his acquaintance. Fakhir is rather popularly known, as a 'peoples person', and while Ahmed actually has seen him, several times, on the Dubai party circuit, he has never actually, truly said, anything to him other than, a mental response, to Fakhirs, "the Bik", party showmanship. Fakhir has by now, turned to Ahmed, and warmly greeted him, and Ahmed now resumes, sitting, at his Desk, as he waits for all cordialities, to come to an end. Basim it appears, believes, that Fakhir, has the answer, to all, their woes.
On Thursday morning, Ahmed awakens once again, feeling a bit too tired, as he having slept late last night, thinks truly again really, that he did actually, enjoy, the night out. Fakhir was the reason for this, as his philosophies on life, had Ahmed realizing, how the likes of "the Bik", were well prepared for life, by having apparently, reasoned it all out. Ahmed though, not aspiring to life philosophies, still dreams of owning a mansion, to himself, and hopefully too, a 'Gated' one for that matter. He is out of bed again, and in another hour or two, is ready to leave for work again. Out, on to the entry parking, to his residence, Ahmed gets in swiftly, into his Toyota Hilux 4-door pick-up truck, and once in, starts the engine, and reverses swiftly out of the parking spot, and begins driving off somewhat really, towards, the Gates. There is a 'Nubian' Watchman at the Gates, who opens them up, as Ahmed somewhat waits, impatiently, and once open again, speeds out, onto the rather empty streets, next to his residence. As he is driving to Ghalibs, a friend he has known, since his childhood, he can't but help but peer, onto the now, somewhat active streets, some distance really, from his residence. He looks out at the opened shops, at the nearby Mall to where he lives, and then even at passer-bys, pedestrians, and even too, passing cars. Ahmed, has never truly, fit, into Dubai, having grown up really in Abu Dhabi. He moved to Dubai, on his Uncles request, and some of his friends, such as Ghalib, decided to make the move, with him. As he is driving aimlessly on, he can't but help notice, a somewhat statuesque woman, with sun eyewear on, long black flowing hair, walking past by, as he waits, for the traffic to begin, rolling on. He looks at her, and he can't but help remembering, Ghalib say that, such women, were the reason, fatwas exist. Ahmed, somewhat smiles at this memory, and in no time again, as the traffic having began rolling swiftly, he eventually finds himself, driving, fast, on the rather, still new looking, highway, into Dubai's City center. Into it, and proceeding to go to Ghalibs, he can't but help notice, a huge hanging 'Wall Portrait', of Emirati Vice-President, Sheikh Mohammad bin Rashid, to which he somewhat keenly, peers at. It has not passed Ahmed unrecognized, that he simply is not, too happy, in Dubai. He truly wonders, why he can't, simply fit in, into Dubai or even Oman for that matter, having lived there a while, but seemingly too, unnoticeable, despite his, lofty ambitions, which he truly believes, he has the intelligence, to live out. Its as if, he understand Dubai in all, but really though, can't seem to understand why, his mental thought processes, seem so muddled, as to what he wants in life. He for instance, on looking at a Real Estate brochure, stares amazingly at the homes on sale, but truly too also finds himself, not too driven, to own that Mansion he so truly desires. Looking out of the window, of his now speeding pick-up truck, he can't but help notice, the Mercedes Benz, or Maserati car models, speeding by him, and he actually wonders, whom the people, behind the stirring wheels of the cars truly are. He has somewhat bought, into the belief really, that all Emiratis, or even those, from the Middle East, all truly know each other, but he finds himself somewhat subconsciously questioning this, as he peers onto the side really, of a rather beautiful Woman in a Mercedes Benz speeding past him, to which he consoles himself admirably perhaps, as 'she' speeds on, by openly noticing, she is Saudi. With such thoughts lingering on his mind, he finds himself, driving on towards the outskirt suburbs, of Dubai, and while still having some imaginings, eventually does find himself, rolling into the driveway of Ghalibs house.
It is in the evening again, and as Ahmed is seated behind his Desk, he can't but help notice Ghalib seated, somewhat directly infront of him, in a leather bound sofa, stretched out, along the Window view, right before him. Ghalib has his feet, stretched out too, on a table placed, right before the sofa, which Ahmed, had originally wanted, to be a glassed table, on his very first day at work, but now actually, it did not seem to matter at all, even if the table, was plastic. Basim is at the other end, of the room, which is rather panoramic, and to Ahmed, there appears to be, a lingering tension between, Basim and Ghalib, as to Ghalib, not wishing or seeking, to work with both of them. Ghalib though, is talking rather swiftly, and questioning Fakhirs reasoning, that if, Ahmed knew himself in Dubai itself really, he would then know whom he was, 'in this very Office'. Ghalib however believes, if Ahmed truly knew, whom he truly was, in this very Office, he would probably know whom he was, even in Saudi Arabia, as the Office in all, is rather grand by nature. The telling, proceeding on from Ghalib, has him eventually, noticing, the distance, that both, Ahmed and Basim, seem to hold towards him. It is then, he begins once more, explaining his philosophy, of life in Dubai, "so look" he says, as if speaking even, to Basim, "I do not, know, whom I am in here, or whom I am, out there" "yet still, I have by now, attained, a State of Equilibrium, as to not knowing, whom I am, and I therefore, don't believe, anything will happen to me, until, I leave Dubai". Simplistic, some would imagine, but a creeping smile on Ahmeds face, has him wondering if, it truly perhaps is, soundly physics.
The three eventually leave the Office, and make for a Restaurant Eatery, where Fakhir, will be meeting them, with regards to helping outline, a sales promotion of some kind, for the Hotel suites, under Ahmeds name.
It is Friday morning, about 9:30 a.am, when Ahmed awakens, to sounds of Basim, knocking even wildly, at his door. He is out of bed, somewhat rushing to the door, which he opens by turning the lock, and walks off again, as Basim makes his way through. Last night, Fakhir had unveiled something that, even the rather serious minded Basim, was bound to call, a 'Secret Weapon'. While staring at the rather sleepy looking Ahmed, Basim, quickly reiterates Ghalibs promise, to meet them early on today, a Friday, at the Office. Ghalib who had paid attention to Fakhir, was rather surprised, when Basim, told "the Bik", about Ghalibs, own theories on life, and even, the Office itself. Fakhir on hearing all this, did not attempt to denounce Ghalib, but simply stated that, they would debate all that, later, as they all had, some work to do at the moment. Fakhir, goes through it all again in more detail, about the sales promotion, arguing in all, that the three, which provokes a stare from Ghalib, have been wasting their time, attempting to market, the rooms. Basim is somewhat ecstatic, as he cannot but help, see the money, coming in, from just about anywhere. With time, Fakhir asked the group, to move on, to another location, which had turned out, to be a Waterpark, to the surprise of all, and especially, Ghalib. "You guys shouldn't feel ashamed" says Fakhir, in his haltering Omani English, as he somewhat intermixes, Arabic and English, to communicate, what he has to say. Ahmed is rather surprised, at how big the Waterpark is, Basim, at the number of people, while Ghalib stares, at the children running all about. They spent their late evening there, listening to amusing stories mainly, retold perhaps, by "the Bik", with Basim, being the most eager listener, of them all.
On that Friday morning, after Ahmed had jumped into the shower, and quickly bathed, the two had speeded off, in only Ahmeds car, towards the Office, while peering mainly, at nothing much at all, on their way; despite the streets on that day, being filled with Mercedes Benz's, Maseratis, and even BMW's of all makes and kinds even. It would probably, have not mattered to Ahmed, if he had been told, that a certain Saudi looking Woman, had peered at him, as it probably, would have registered as being, nothing more, than a future note. Into the Office, and they find Ghalib seated as he was, on the previous day, feet up high, and looking rather nonchalant, as if awaiting, everything, and nothing to happen. The two get down to work almost immediately, driven somewhat impulsively by Basim, while Ghalib, continues to be, as he was when they walked in, while Basim somewhat outlines, how they can very well proceed, with mapping out really, the Sales Promotion; "Map it out", is what Fakhir had said, "don't waste time, thinking about all this". With Basim already, looking into everything, and Ahmed somewhat mindlessly following along, Ghalib continues to be, as he was five minutes ago, before the working mood now permeating the Office, somewhat hits him, at which he then proceeds to say: "I know how, I can be of assistance". Fakhir, had attempted to, assign him some tasks to do, which he had somewhat, annoyingly, declined. "What is it?", had said Basim, somewhat mindlessly, when Ghalib, had then began, to reiterate, on his earlier points, "I don't know, whom I am in here, and to be truthful Ahmed, don't care too much, for the money you are making." Basim had turned to look at him somewhat aimingly, before Ghalib had proceeded, without too much further ado. "I have truly found it" he said musingly, and while somewhat standing, and actually doing so, and mindfully openly, walking to the Desk, he had sat on it, one leg on Desk, bent, and had said while looking at Basims openly questioning face, and Ahmeds eyes "I am going, to be Office Regent". "Office Regent", had said Basim, with Ahmed almost too, mouthing the term, as Ghalib, while now looking Basim in the eyes, and Ahmed in the face, had simply stood up, and said "Simple, I will simply philosophize, on whom we can be in here, and whom, we will be, in the future out there". "You have to understand Ahmed", he says, while maintaining his previous stance 10 seconds ago, and looking away, from both of them, "I can't work, when I don't know, or see myself, into the future even" "I don't know, whom I am; but, if you allow me this pleasure", as he somewhat feelingly noticed motion, on Ahmeds part, signaling humour in all, and he turning too, to look at both, Ahmed in the eyes, and Basim in the face, continued on saying "I will make us, rather Wealthy." "Forget 'the Bik', and his easrtwhile promotions" he had said, while looking down, at the Desk, and on peering up again, said "We shall go Corporate, and not simply, be an Office". Ghalib then looked at both, Basim and Ahmed, with a rather satisfied look, on his face, for it was rather simple, Corporate meant, 'Office Regent', while at the moment, they were simply, an Office, in downtown Dubai.
While Ghalib, had felt his presentation, rather earstwhile too even, he did feel as if, something was missing, and to his minds view, it appeared very much that, Fakhir, could play the role of advisor; it was all then, planned out, they were now, Corporate.
It was Saturday morning, when Ahmed had woken up, feeling rather tired, as Basim, had insisted, they stay in late, and work out, all technicalities, associated with the promotion. Ghalib had stayed in longer too, and with time, as he appeared deep in thought to himself, while somewhat feelingly too, sensing out Basim for no too good, apparent reason, he had gone Religious, on both of them, by reminding them, how the duo of Prophet Muhammed, and Al-Bukari, and a few others even, had spread Islam, with the Prophet playing CEO, and Al-Bukari, "Office Regent". The spread of Islam, he had unwittingly stated perhaps, had been Corporate. It was a beautiful thing to Ghalib, and even Basim had to agree on hearing it, that the Sales Promotion, was a minor event, in the history, of the Office.
At about 12:30 p.m., Ahmed had arrived anxiously, at the Gates of a Mansion situated, just right out of Dubai, on the insistence of Basim, that they attend a party, to be held there. It was more or less, a BBQ and Swimming Pool party, and Ahmed had wondered about exactly, how many people, would be there. Basim had not been too happy, with Ahmeds lack of enthusiasm, at not wanting, to attend the party, as Basim had in all really, seen it even, as a chance to branch out, and get to know, Dubai unwittingly. To him, one could in all, never truly know, just where future opportunities lay, unless one mingled vicariously, all over Dubai, as power in Dubai, was never truly fixated, at any one point or place, as even a bartender, could have a close connection, to the Vice-President of the Emirates. Ahmed though, had not been too pleased with all this, and it appeared to him, that Basim had not taken, Ghalib too seriously, as while Ahmed, had actually totally, been taken in, by the Corporate speech. He having known Ghalib, longer than Basim, he perhaps too in all, was inclined really, to side with Ghalib.
There were many people at the party, more than he had hoped for, all spread out even, inside and outside the Mansion, while mingling amongst themselves, in small-to-medium groups. It was the reason, why he secretly hated Dubai, all these groups, which chose even, not to be groupings. Power might be found anywhere in Dubai, as Basim had theorized, but it was still, rather unapproachable in all, is how, he very much, saw it in all. Inside within, and moving around, Ahmed secretly wished, that Ghalib was present, as Ghalib, was truly, the nerd amongst them all. Seated at a window sill, and looking around and even begin to feel, as though he was been watched, the door to the Mansion opens, and with somewhat a big smile even, unknowingly on Ahmeds face, in walked, "the Bik". He had walked in, with another two persons, whose names would turn out to be Peter, and Levi, and Ahmed wondered, whom they might be, as they totally, did not fit the scene at hand he thought. Later on, he did change his mind on this, on noticing really, that Peter and Levi, did communicate, like everyone else at the party, with the exception really, of him and Basim. Fakhir, or "the Bik" really, had stopped to say hi, but with time, had moved on he apparently being, the only one it appeared, to know whom he was, at the party. He had said hi, to a former friend from afar, an Ashraf Metwalli, whom had greeted him somewhat enthusiastically, but communications, had broken down, as they had nothing much in common any more, or even, nothing much really, to say to each other. Ahmed, still seated at the Window sill, though having taken a break, after talking to Ash as he once knew him as, had returned from the back of the Mansion, where the Pool was situated, and on eating a hamburger or two, with a coke to drown it all down, had found himself again, at the Window sill, silently hating, the whole scene, and even perhaps, wishing them all sickness unconsciously.
Ahmed walked into his residence, about5 hours after, his meeting Ashraf Metwalli, and his drive home, was filled with thoughts, about his youth, and partially growing up, with 'Ash', in Abu Dhabi. As he walked in, he was partially surprised, to find Ghalib, seated on one of his sofas, legs up on a small table nearby, and the TV on, showing, the Sports Channel. There was a Tennis Match on, two Russians he noticed, as he somewhat, took the time, to take in, Ghalibs presence. Ghalib who had heard, Ahmed walk in, after unlocking the door really, continued to watch the Match, but turned slightly, to somewhat partially see, Ahmed walking in. "Who is winning?!!" asked Ahmed, as Ghalib, hesitantly, and finally with a silence really, admitted, he was simply watching, the Match, as in watching perhaps, the ball fly on the court. As Ahmed started to make his way to his bedroom, Ghalib somewhat swiftly turned somewhat, before asking aloud, even enthusiastically "how was the Party?!", to which Ahmed, who was by now, in his bedroom, replied not at all really, but as with beginning to do so, somewhat muffled his voice on somewhat realizing, that Ghalib, could not hear him out too well. On his return, from out of his room, Ahmed noticed Ghalib, taking out a document of sorts, from a folder, that lay nearby him. He put it down next to him, but as Ahmed walked into the open kitchen nearby, he could not help, but notice Ghalib do so. Ahmed began to prepare himself, a cup of coffee, while watching somewhat, the game, still playing on, on the flat panel TV. As he was doing this, Ghalib, as if somewhat having tired himself out watching the Match, Ghalib then somewhat turns towards Ahmed, and on noticing fully even, that Ahmed is standing there where expected, somewhat having quickly picked up the documents taken out earlier, shows them 'wavingly', to Ahmed, while still watching the TV somewhat. Ahmed on noticing this, walked into the TV space, to take a look at the documents being waved at him really, by picking them out, of Ghalibs hands. "Its nothing much" he hears Ghalib say, as he does peruse rather quickly, through the documents, "its just something, I thought up, that I believe will be of interest". The documents, as Ahmed was to later find out, on the following day really, was an outline perhaps, on how really, to turn the Office, into a Corporate body. Simple formulations, of the kind Ghalib, was kind of famed for while growing up, that if implemented, would eventually see them, even flying corporate. On his taking the documents, and promising Ghalib to read through them, he watched somewhat annoyingly, as Ghalib switched off the TV, and then proceeded, to somewhat mutter out, loudly, a goodbye. Ghalib having left, and he having walked back into his room, he had thrown the documents on his bed, and then somewhat taken interest, on a periodical laying nearby, which he then picks up, and walks back to the TV space to read it, while watching something perhaps, and even most likely, the game.
On Sunday evening, after having spent the day, swimming at a local Private School, and even had Ghalib show up for a short time, Ahmed, had driven home, and decided to pick up, a Pizza, on his way back. He had not heard really from Basim, since the previous day, and had spent his day, with some of his neighbours. Back at his place, and the TV on hoping really, for something even, of great interest, being one in all, to be a rather frustrated channel flipper, Ahmed, began eating up his Pizza, while having come across, a News Talk Show, that appeared in all, to proclaim really, Israel, as the very center, of the universe itself. He let the show run, while picking up to read, some newspapers, that he had picked up too on his way back, and of different Nationalities really. There was a Saudi paper, an Emirati one, and finally even, a Chinese English daily, that he believed, might be of interest. As he was doing this, while munching on his Pizza literally, his cellphone, that he barely used, began to ring, as he surprisingly wondered, whom it could be, as all his friends, tended mainly, to SMS him, via the Internet really. He turned on the phone really to answer it, as he very much saw it, and with a rather hesitant hello, and almost frown like too, a loud piercing, and even shrill voice, called out to him saying, "Hi!!". He wondered whom it could be, as the voice almost immediately, began to talk loud of his wishes, and while struggling to recollect himself really, so as to listen eagerly, he quickly realized, that the only thing he had gotten so far, was the callers name, a certain 'Bedford'. On standing up really, he asked 'Bedford', to please repeat himself, and minutes after this, and while having an interruptible conversation on both their parts, he understood and realized, that this 'Bedford', actually wished, to make a hotel booking, and spoke as if, there was second voice standing, near by him, as he did this. He on nearly finishing the call, asked Bedford, to send an email, to his Office really, and he would then, look at it, and quickly reply, to his queries. 'Bedford', agreed to this, and the call, was then truly over.
Later that night, as he was laying on his bed, he happened to pick up on, the documents, Ghalib, had left behind with him. There were two of them, and one was actually typed out, on a desktop computer, and the other, a managerial article, from one of Dubais top Universities, on 'corporate ethics'. He decided to put the article down, and read Ghalibs thoughts, on all thought up recently, to which he atleast, attributed, an entertainment factor to. In it, Ghalib had at the very least, outlined perhaps, a picture, if not a vision really, of the direction, the Office could take, into becoming, a Corporate structure. In it again, he had taken the time, to spell out, certain rules and laws even, which if followed to the tee, would turn the Office, into. a Boardroom of sorts, in simply a week even. He read through the whole document, looking at what at times he perceived, to be stringent conditions implaced, as he wondered to himself, what Basim, would think of the document, as it in all appeared, to have the workings and functions, of the Office, totally rotating, around Ghalib. As he read more of the document, it appeared very much, that Ghalib, had imprinted an image even, of the total workings of the Office, as he could very well see, a whole new Shelf, on one side of the Office, with the Qu'ran, and works on Islamic Ethics, lined out on it. On the other side of the Office, stood a Workstation, with Basim on it, dressed too, in blue jeans, a white shirt, and ruffled hair, working out, all the Managerial details, that the Office needed to operate. He could also see himself, seated behind his Desk, with black jet hair, well combed, sharply even, and a black suit on, to match his prevalent attitude. As his memory, took in these imaginings, they continued to flow, as he could finally see, Fakhir, living out somewhere in Oman perhaps, with a swimming pool to his right behind, as he shelled out advice, on any problems, the Office might face. And finally even, to top it off really, there was Ghalib, dressed in black Mohammedan attire, seated with his feet on top of a glassed mini-table, with his arms, stretched out on the top of the sofa, talking 'inspirationally' somewhat, and even musing loudly, while all in the Office, worked away. On taking all this, Ahmed, with slightly dazed and even shut eyes, could not help but imagine, and even believe, that the images that Ghalib had drawn out, were fully imprinted, on his mind, and on reasoning shortly on all this, with Basim in view, he could not help really, but think to himself, that the Office, had probably truly in all, gone Corporate.
'sounds' of Islam Media:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJO0S_rV8cE
Islam Media and its associated 'materiality':
***The Corporate jet, does differ, from the Western Private Jet.
