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يشهد عالمنا اليوم ظاهرة تفشي استخدام وسائل التواصل الاجتماعي من قبل كل الفئات والأعمار.فالسوشال ميديا شبكة الكترونية تربط العالم وتضم المليارات من سكانه من عشرات الدول، والذين يتفاعلون عبر منصاتها المختلفة.أما تطبيقاتها، فهي من أهم التطبيقات التي تغزو العالم اليوم،مثل انستغرام، تيك توك، فيسبوك،تويتر، سناب شات وواتس اب. ولما باتت هذه الشبكات الضخمة ذات تأثير كبير جدا على مستخدميها،فلا بد أن نسلط الضوء على إيجابياتها وسلبياتها.
مما لا شك فيه ،أن وسائل التواصل الاجتماعي تحمل مزايا عديدة في التقريب بين الناس، وفي بناء مجتمع على الإنترنت. فمنصات التواصل الاجتماعي أفضل وسيلة لإنشاء العلاقات والصداقات الاكترونية.وإيجابية أخرى هي إمكانية استغلالها كفرصة للاستفادة من تجارب الناس و التعرف على أشخاص وقصص ملهمة، وكذلك من الممكن الانضمام والاشتراك بحملات اجتماعية على مواقع التواصل الإكترونية،والمشاركة في مجموعات تضم أفراد من نفس الاهتمامات والهوايات.والأهم من هذا قدرة السوشال ميديا على نشر الطاقة الايجابية التي لاحظها ٨١٪ من المراهقين الذين يستخدمون الطبيقات، وايضا قدرة هذه الشبكة على توفير محتوى مفيد يمكن للمستخدم أن يتعلم منه ويحصل على معلومات ذات فائدة له. وأكبر مثال استفادة الكثيرون من المستخدمين من هذه الشبكات اثناء الحجر المنزلي الذي فرضه على العالم وباء كورونا المستجد، حيث تعلموا مهارات جديدة منها الطبخ، والرياضة في المنزل، و مشاريع فنية وأفكار (DIY). أما على صعيد التجارة فإن ٩٥٪ من الأفراد و الشركات والمشاريع التجارية أصبحت تعتمد بشكل أساسي على وسائل التواصل للوصول إلى العميل المستهدف وتسويق أنفسها ومنتجاتها وخدماتها.فاليوم نجد أعداد هائلة من المشاريع التي حققت انتشارا واسعا و بأقل التكاليف، حتى أصبحت مشاريع عالمية ناجحة. ولا ننسى بالطبع دور هذه الوسائل في التسلية والترفيه عن النفس في أوقات الفراغ.
.وعلى الرغم من المزايا العديدة لوسائل التواصل الاجتماعي، إلا أنها توصف أيضًا بأنها سلاح خطير. كونه وللأسف هناك العديد من المستخدمين الذين يسيئون استخدامها ويستغلون ضخامة هذه الشبكة لنشر الكراهية والسلبية. ٣٧٪ من المراهقين بين اعمار ١٢ و١٧ يتعرضون للتنمر الالكتروني بأشكاله المختلفة.سواء من خلال التعليقات على الصور،أو رسائل الكره الموجهة لشخص ما.ومما يؤثر على نفسية الشخص المستهدف، خصوصا اذا كان المستهدف طفلا أو مراهق نجد أن التنمر يسبب فقدان الثقة بالنفس، القلق الاجتماعي، ومشاكل صحة عقلية أخرى. هذه الامور لها تأثير مزمن على كل من يتعرض الى التنمر الإلكتروني. أيضا نجد أن نسبة كبير من الصور والمحتوى على وسائل التواصل الاجتماعي مصطنع ومزيف، ولذلك قد يقارن مستخدم هذه الشبكة نفسه وحياته بحياة مشاهير السوشال ميديا مما يسبب له الإحباط والاكتئاب.ومن الجدير بالذكر،أن الإدمان هذه الوسائل باتت مشكلة يواجهها ١٠٪ من مستخدمين السوشال ميديا،و خاصة فئة الشباب، مما يؤثر على علاقات الفرد مع عائلته ومن حوله، ويؤثر كذلك على نشاطه الجسدي،وطاقته وحيويته بشكل سلبي ،ويجعل منه إنسان كسول، فالإدمان يطمس مواهب الشباب ويهدر وقتهم. كما أن وسائل التواصل الاجتماعي تلعب دور كبير في نشر السلوكيات السيئة مثل تعاطي المخدرات، وشرب الكحول والفساد الأخلاقي الذي يتعرض له اكثر من ٧١٪ من المستخدمين، هذه الاحصائية من عام ٢٠١٨.وأخيرا،لا ننسى أيضا الخطر الكبير من وراء اتخاذ المنظمات الإرهابية لهذه المنصات وسيلة لنشر أفكارها والسيطرة على عقول الشباب لجذبهم وتصديق أكاذيبهم.
نستنتج، أن استخدام وسائل التواصل الاجتماعي يحتاج إلى ضوابط،و أن الرقابة الذاتية لها الأهمية الأكبر في استخدامها.فالمستخدم يقع عليه واجب الابتعاد عن المحتوى السلبي.واستغلال وتوظيف هذه الوسائل بشكل ايجابي، وبما يخدم قضاياه وقضايا أمته،تماما كما شكل الاردنيون المثقفون قوة ضاغطة بتكاتفهم عبر كافة وسائل التواصل الاجتماعي في أكثر من قضية اجتماعية ،مثل العزل المنزلي للأطفال المصابين دون سن ال ١٨.وكذلك قضية طفل الزرقاء الذي سانده الملايين المعبرين عن غضبهم وتعاطفهم معه.فالمرايا و الأضرار بين أيدينا ونحن من نختار،،،،
EXISTANCE- FRANKESTEIN
March 13th, 2020
To every young man and woman who are fascinated by their existence,
Life and death are beyond science and no brain could break the boundary between them, and there are things in life you do not want to know, that is what I want to tell my 19-year-old self, and that is what I am telling each and every one of you. My name is Victor Frankenstein, you may have heard of me, or not. I am the young man who thought of taking a role that no human should attempt to do. Years and years ago, I discovered this fire within me, a feeling of enthusiasm towards natural philosophy, and I knew that this fire would regulate my fate. As a young man, I was fascinated by science, and the complexity of our creation, just like all of you. However, as a scientist living in this world, I always felt like an outcast, I always wanted to prove my potential as a practitioner. Before leaving off to study my passion, my guardian angel passed on. My mother left me alone, even though I had the love of my life Elizabeth and Father and my family, nothing could replace the feeling of emptiness I felt. That was a very dark phase of my life, it haunts me down, just like my creation that I will be telling you about.
I went on to college, and I felt it was the greatest distraction I needed at that time. During my studies, this idea came to mind, I thought of creating a life, creating Man. I knew how difficult this experiment would be, I wanted to give life to humans and not to animals because it would not be as beautiful. Creating a man that is all i though of, and so I began my experiment of creating life. No one ever thought of that before, I thought if I could do it I could prove my capability and the potential I could offer to society. I never wanted anything more, it was just an experiment. I worked with all my heart and soul, and did it, I created life out of death. Some may think of it as a god’s work of art. I set my creation free, I gave him freedom, that no one ever gave me before. I thought that it would be a gift until I remembered what I gave him in return which is loneliness. I thought of that experiment as a gift to science, but now I know that should have never revealed this to the world.
I did not know where I messed up, I assembled the most proportional body parts, designed him with so much detail. I thought of creating life to be so simple. The moment he woke up, he was yellow, 8 foot tall, white eyes, structured as a mannequin. It believed he is not even man, and so do I now. I forgot about his soul, I forgot the fact that he is made from more than one soul. Over that I abandoned him. I never thought he would want revenge, but now I do, sitting here in this ship, not knowing anyone, floating in the middle of the ocean that I do not know the depth of, I feel loneliness again, I feel as if the universe is abandoning me for the crime I had committed. He killed my innocent brother. That lead to the execution of Justine then murdered my companion Cereval, who did not even live enough to reach his purpose in life. The monster asked of a companion, but I could not birth another curse. At first, I believed that he would stop spreading darkness if I designed a female, but I could not believe him. He killed my wife-to-be and Father. Five lives gone to death because of an idea I did not think through. Making life is god’s job, not mine, I broke the wall of humanity and nothing could rebuild that wall unless I kill what I started.
Nothing is worth new knowledge, no discovery, no experiment, no lives. There are things in life humans are capable of but should not do. Playing with life and death is not a game of chess it is a game beyond all of us. I am not sure who is haunting who, but what I do know is that I am after my creation. I lost everything, everyone, I lost myself to science, to that fire that I discovered in me as a young man. Now I am the monster not my creation, I lost my logic. I overreached science, that it released forces it can not hold. I went behind mother nature’s back because I was not satisfied with the cycle of life, maybe because life took away my innocent mother for no reason whatsoever.
I call upon all of you to foresight every experiment, do not do what I did, do not attempt to try things that humans are not supposed to do. Making a life does not give you power, it does not make you a puppet master, all it does is break nature, and shatter you. What I did should be forbidden, I consider it to be forbidden knowledge. Do not think of this discovery as a progression of science, what I did is bring nothing but danger to society. Science is a double-edged sword, there is one side no one wants to play with.
I am sitting here on this wooden desk, under this deck, not knowing where the waves are going to take me, this may me the last letter I will ever write. Now the question is will I kill my creation before it kills me. Good bye my dear scientists, remember me before taking on a scientific adventure, there are some things in life no one wants to discover or investigate.
Victor Frankenstein,
METAMORPHOSiS
Novermber, 11, 2018
“Pass me the clamp”, this is what any doctor would say, just before they would cut your umbilical cord. Just before the first moment where you would officially hatch from your mama’s nest. You have officially turned from an egg of a size of a chestnut to a living, breathing little baby, who is about to explore the world. The clamp, which was used to cut the cord, was the first thing that announced your first stage of life, your crazy transformation from an egg to a child.
After you are born your parents raise you to be polite, act kind, learn your a b c, and memorize your 123. This is your well known days of childhood, where you are as innocent as a white bird, you are as peaceful as you would ever be. You getting high was you on a swing. Protection meant wearing a helmet when riding your pink sparkly bike. When your worst enemies were your siblings, and your worst fear was going to the doctor’s office, your happy place was your grandma’s house. Your mom was your superhero, your father’s shoulders were the highest place on earth.
Until apple juice became alcohol, cough medicine became drugs, wearing a plaid skirt meant being a slut. When the worst pain you were in turned from scratching your knees, to your boyfriend cheating on you. When goodbyes turned from meaning tomorrow to never. And all we ever wished for was growing up.
Your childhood dreams, were going to the mall with your friends, kissing a boy, wearing whatever you want, your dream is growing up. All you ever wished for was growing up, but do you still want to grow up, still want to transform every spec of happiness you ever felt, transforming everything that ever meant something to you. Everything about you witnesses change, you grow taller, your age adds up, your point of view changes from being with you to turning against you. You grow older, bigger, but your confidence gets smaller. Having facial hair meant turning into a boy, having a uni brow meant being disgusting, having stretch marks meant you are getting wrinkles , when your weight marks your beauty. When having short nails meant you are not girly, when not knowing how to apply makeup haunts you. When not having straight long hair meant you are not as beautiful. When self love turned to self hate!
And all you ever wished for was growing up!
FREEDOM
September,9,2018
Dear Diary,
In that moment, Gravity could not pull me down. There is no force, no weight, nor boundary between me and my desires. Falling from the sky is a kite in the summer breeze, a shooting star in space, ceasing to exist in this close-minded world. It is like Schrödinger’s cat, both existing and not existing. It is being supernatural, being forced to live or die by nature’s will. It is breathing, but without oxygen entering my lungs. I am trapped in a box in which I alone know whether I am alive or dead.
Diving from the sky is more than falling from a plane. It is more than a parachute holding you up. It is a ticket to an unlimited vacation, a trip to the sky, and to freedom, like swimming in a sea of peace. These couple of seconds floating in the chilled air, propose feelings that take years to elevate to be real, feelings that only skydiving can make you discern.
In that moment it was just me and my mind. No one told me, “damn”, “can i have you?” or even “baby” . Freedom from men that come from my same neighborhood , same culture catcalling me, barking like dogs at me for the way i dress, i walk and i talk. Freedom is to walk down your country’s streets with no leash tied to the hands of male dominated societies, choking out the freedom and independence of every woman.
Freedom is beyond any land, beyond the sky, or the sun. Freedom is unlimited. Freedom has endless definitions, it is the release of all feelings and emotions that are driven by the lack of self government. It is the dream of every slave living under the dominance of a person that is not him.
Freedom offers a feeling that cannot be described by one, three, ten or a thousand words. It is only described by gaiety, by a smile, by the power to break free from everything holding one back, keeping him from saying, “No” to society. By the choice of living life, by the flexibility you are offered.
Falling from a plane is like a flying white bird, but without wings. It is riding a rocket through an endless pathway of stars and galaxies.
Until falling from a plane,
Shahd
SILENCE
september, 1st, 2016
every night, I would lay in bed and pray to god I would not wake up the next day, sadly, that never happens, instead I wake up to the disgusting smell of men cologne slapping my face, I would drag my self to the window each day to look at my neighborhood, I would wake up to listen to the innocent voices of young children playing football, would wake up to the intense smell of all the spices that mr.mustafa would sell downstairs in his shop, I would wake up every day to the school bus stopping by each house, although it would only fit 24 students, but 60 rode it each time, I still had a part of me that wanted to ride it.
that was the smell of innocence, the smell of my childhood, the smell of happiness, I never left the walls in which I am surrounded by, not that I did not want to, but because I could not, because I was afraid to, every day i stand by the rusted narrow door with 8 locks shutting it, hoping that a genie would magically open it for me. it is just me, my two birds, Lulu, and Toto.
They asked me for my 16th birthday what I wanted I asked for, birds, because I know our destiny is down the same path, they are locked in a cage and so am I, they would not fly and so would i. I would never have the chance to spread my wings and fly, I would never have the chance to fight for my freedom. I tried, but every time, they would either beat me up or send me to the master and have a bite of me as well.
the clock’s arrow almost reached 12, it is time to get ready, I open my wooden closet with only one door, get out a very uncomfortable inappropriate outfit. dip my face in makeup, most importantly red lipstick, wear my 6 inch high heels, and go to work. Well, my room is where I work. i get a call from the master every 3 hours, slapping me with a client every time. every time I would hang up the phone after the disturbing call from the master, I would hope the client would change his mind, but he never does. he undresses me, harasses me, has sex with me, and then hands me 10 $.
the master was actually my old neighbor from my previous village, back in the day when I lost both my parents to a terrorist attack, I had no one, he promised my dad he would take care of me, until he took my land, sold me to another persecution master and left me for good. he told me I could leave after I would collect 750$, that means 75 clients, besides all of the master’s private sessions.
I hope I would leave this place, I hope I would get this leash off of me, I hope I would have a future. a future of kids, of a respectful family, a future of dignity. a future where none of this would haunt me every night, a life where I would not hope not waking up every day.
the clock’s arrow would reach 1 am, that is my bedtime, I would get this disgusting outfit off, cleanse my face, take a 3-hour shower removing all the stains of my clients' fingers, and cry my self to sleep.
Teta
June, 24, 2016
Every once and a while she would have surgery, this is when I decide to sleep on the couch in her room, to look after her, although sleeping next to her never had any added value. She never relied on anyone, never wanted anyone to look after her, and never expected anyone to take care of her. sleeping in her room was meaningless, she does not need me when she survived everything. She survived cancer, she is a single mother, went through very hard personal phases and was able to raise two young teenage boys by herself. She is a superwoman even though she does not fly anymore, but she always has her cape on, she always amazes you with her endless stories, each one located in different decades and in one of the 60 countries she had visited. I was never close to her as a child, thought she was very strict until I realized she was testing my strengths every day. This superwoman defies everything in my eyes she defeated the impossible. Her name is Fatima al Masri, the mother of my father, my grandmother.