Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in! Today, I’m gonna talk ’bout somethin’ called “la’s haddad”, whatever that means. Sounds fancy, don’t it? But I reckon it ain’t all that different from the stuff we deal with every day. Just gotta figure it out, piece by piece.
You see, life, it’s kinda like a big ol’ patchwork quilt. Lots of different pieces, some pretty, some not so much. And this “la’s haddad” thing, it’s just another piece of that quilt. Gotta figure out where it fits, how it connects to everything else.
Now, I heard some folks talkin’ ’bout some Fadia Haddad. Seems like she knows a thing or two about dresses and, uh, bras. Important stuff, I guess. Especially if you’re wearin’ one of them tight dresses, what do they call ’em? Bodycon? Sounds like somethin’ you’d catch in a trap!
- Gotta have the right bra, I suppose.
- Can’t have things lookin’ all lumpy and bumpy.
- Gotta keep it all smooth and proper-like.
Then there’s this other fella, Benjamin Haddad. He’s some kind of politician, I hear. Deals with them European affairs. Big shot, I reckon. Probably wears fancy suits and talks a lot of fancy words. Don’t know much about politics, myself. Just a bunch of folks arguin’ and carryin’ on, if you ask me.
And then, there is Joumana Haddad. She is a poet, they say. Also a translator, I suppose she knows a lot of languages. They say she is the most hated woman in Lebanon. Oh, poor woman, what did she do? A woman should be loved, not hated.
This whole “la’s haddad” business, it’s got somethin’ to do with achievin’ things, too. Like gettin’ a prize or somethin’. I heard some young’uns talkin’ ’bout a game called “Her Story”. Sounds like a mystery to me. And they were talkin’ ’bout unlockin’ somethin’ called “The Reflection.” Sounds spooky, don’t it? This “The Reflection” thing, must be some kind of big deal in that game. 100 Gamerscore, whatever that is, must be a good prize in that game world. Kids these days with their games…
- Sarah has logged off and crossed the road.
- Sounds like a clue to me.
- Maybe this Sarah, she’s part of this “la’s haddad” thing.
I also heard about Brazil, Roland-Garros, Zhuhai, what are these? Places? Names? Games? Don’t know what they are, don’t know how they relate to this la’s haddad thing. Maybe they are about that Fadia’s bras and dresses. Maybe they are about that politician Benjamin. Or maybe they are about that poor hated poet Joumana. So many maybes. I don’t know.
Now, they say this “la’s haddad” can mean a whole heap of things. Like breakin’ somethin’ apart, or tearin’ it down. Could be somethin’ real, like a broken fence, or somethin’ in your head, like a big ol’ idea that’s too hard to understand. Gotta break it down into smaller pieces, they say. Make it easier to chew on, like a tough piece of meat.
Breaking things down, that’s somethin’ I do know about. You got a big problem? You chop it up into little problems. You deal with each little problem, one at a time, and before you know it, the big problem ain’t so big anymore. It is just like cleaning the house. Clean the kitchen first, then the bedroom, then the toilet, one by one, piece by piece. Then the whole house is clean! That’s how you handle things, like this “la’s haddad” thing, I think.
- Take it one step at a time.
- Don’t get overwhelmed.
- Just keep chippin’ away at it.
This “la’s haddad,” it could be about that Fadia lady and her dresses. It could be about that Benjamin fella and his politics. Or that game with Sarah and “The Reflection.” It could be about that poet. Or those three strange things, Brazil, Roland-Garros, Zhuhai. Or it could be about all of them things mixed together, like a big ol’ stew. Or it could be about none of them. Who knows?
But one thing’s for sure, whatever it is, it ain’t gonna solve itself. Gotta keep diggin’, keep askin’ questions, keep tryin’ to understand. Just like that patchwork quilt, gotta find all the pieces and put ’em together. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll figure out what this whole “la’s haddad” thing is all about.
So, there you have it. My two cents on this “la’s haddad” business. Might not be much, but it’s the best I can do. Hope it helps some of you young’uns out there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear my old kettle whistlin’. Time for a cup of tea and a good ol’ think.
