into the wild [ part 2]

He walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt.mckinley.he hitchhiked and stopped jim gallien ,an old man ,who was driving four miles out of Fairbanks .Gallien saw the kid friendly enough to tell him to climb in . maccandless tried to lie on Galliebn by telling him a fake name and age and he is from south Dakota .

Gallien misdoubted him  he did not carry with him enough food and gear ,Gallien was worried about the kid .Also, he described him as a naive, becaues he refused gallien’s help or offer of  food .

According to jon krakauer Chris McCandless died as a result of "one or two seemingly insignificant blunders.".in my opinion, the biggest mistake chris did was not to tell his parents about his destination and the few equipment he took .he could have avoided these blunders by telling his parents where he is and taking what would help him survive into the wild such as plenty of food and a weapon to protect himself at least to guarantee his safety. I believe chris was a narcissist and selfish he was thinking about himself, he did not care about his parents and their anxiety. He killed himself by trusting the nature; however, nature is a fickle beast, turning from friendly ally to cruel enemy in the blink of an eye. McCandless is not insensible to this fact.i have read that chris had two favourite authors Jack London and Henry David Thoreau, and their immense respect for nature influences the impressionable young man. Furthermore,.i wondered why chris had been described as “leather tramp"?I think because he gave up his car and relied on his leather shoes to do his journey. Any way the story seems to be exiting and captivating, I can’t wait till I finish it

into the wild

I am reading a book called into the wild by jon krakauer .I have finished reading the first two chapters .in this post I will give a brief summary about the author, the plot and some of my opinions about some points in the story .....

Jon krakauer is an American writer and mountaineer, well known for outdoor and mountaineering. His writing career has circled a lifelong passion for adventure, the wilderness, and mountain climbing— his most abiding interest. He is the author of best selling nonfiction books Into the Wild. The reason that made him write about Chris is that he had been told by OUTSIDE magazine to write about the young man’s story. Chris's story stays with Krakauer, encouraging him to further research about the young man to understand what went awry. Krakauer's was interested t in discovering the similarities between them. Krakauer believes that his own youthful escapades might easily have ended fatally, and he wrote Into the Wildtrying to defend Chris from his critics. Many people have responded to Chris's death with anger, seeing Chris as a foolhardy young man who threw away every advantage he was given in life.

The story is about an eighteen year old boy called Christopher Johnson mccandless, his nickname is alex. He graduated, with honor, from Emory University in the summer of 1990, he is from a well to do family .he dropped out of sight by changing his name to alex. he chaos to live in the margin of his society .he gave twenty four thousand dollars to  charity and this is all what he had in his account ,he burned the cash in his wallet ,abandoned his car and most of his possessions .his family has no idea where is he until his body turned up in Alaska. His remains were found by a party of moose hunters.





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I was in London i came by an underground station ,i wandered if i would use it, what would  happen even if i lost my way i can ask or go back to my hotel by a taxi, nothing to be afraid of ,i think this is the time to try what i wished to use ,this is the only chance to catch .i bought a map i chose a place to go then ..........here we go.

I am in Kensington Street, moving to Lancaster gate, what a confusing map, i don’t know which line should i use, is it the red ? no the green ? i am asking a couple to direct me to a place i have heard about ,called canary wharf , by chance they are going to a place where it become before mine . i am following them and doing the same as them .i am inside a place similar to a tube making too much of noisiness a place has no ventilation but one window ,dirty seats people from all over the world ,all ages and some are reading others are speaking forging languages......

Ohh a man is coming toward me, holding something tightly  a above me. His underarm is opposite my face and talking into  hismobile phone and I am ding I can't breath well my nose is turning red and eyes are sreaming , I do not know what to do, ok i will wait until he get off this bloody tube. Finally, he gets off.

I will go beside that window to have some pure air ,the tube is getting full of people who is trying to have seats or they will stay standing up till the next station. A woman with her dog next to me and playing with my shoes i feel shy to ask her to move him away from me. I prefer to stay on foot rather than being disgusted and making trouble with people. i am in canary wharf now, it is a place deserves all that struggling day with hard transport like the underground .although it is noisy and crowded tube, it is the fastest way in London to reach the site you want. so be courageous, take deep breath and go head .........

Across Riyadh's Desert! (Part 2)

We arrived to the camp; I was impressed by the layout of the tents, the scene of the lights, the golden sand and the firewood smell. I was so happy and enthusiastic when I met my best, best friends, Jojo and Nono. We gathered together about the fire and drank some coffee. Before going to sleep,I did the most stupid thing can people do in a desert which was applying a lotion to my face and body.

In the morning, I woke up to find myself covered with sand as a result of leaving the tent door open by my mum. I asked my made to bring me some water , I touched it, I was shocked how cold it is. I asked her to boil some of it ,ohh it became too hot .I started mixing the water till I made a proper temperature. A couple of moments later, my made hated me after that suffering morning.

During the midday ,we were playing and competing each other and were exploring the desert. At night, lonely, I tried receiving some signal to call my friend in Jeddah telling her how amazing the camping is .With some bravery I went at the top of the hill.

While I was talking ,strong wind blew towards me ,I turned back to the other side then I saw a genie I could not speak ,I ran away to the camp again ,I was crying and trembling my mother subsided me, I shouted at her to leave this horrific place right now .it was amazing experience to had at the beginning and it became horrible at the end which made me hated any thing related to desert or even coming by it.

Across Riyadh Desert! (Part 1)

Camping for my mother’s family is a tradition. Every spring they set 3 big tents for men , 6 ones for women, one kitchen, one toilet, a big tank of water and there is a dynamo to lighten the camp.


My mother used to take my younger brother and sister there except me , I hate these places for many causes .The weather usually is severe cold and dry by the reason of Riyadh’s location which is surrounded by three deserts. Also, it has some scary animal and insects such as wolves, foxes, snakes, locust and beatles .Moreover, being dirty and sitting in a place full of sand is making me feel disgusted. All these reasons are made up by my imagination and others people experience,i have never tried going to a desert .


In 2008 spring, my mum forced me to go with her and wanted me to try a unique trip, to overcome my fears and my false thoughts about camping in a desert. I accepted going with her and started to pack my back and travelled from Jeddah to Riyadh.

There, at King Khalid airport, we were welcomed by my mum’s cousin, Sarah. She took us from the airport to the camp directly with her own driver, in our way to the camp we were chatting and laughing on funny incidents that had happened before we arrived. Then she stopped at a supermarket to take some food, drinks, firewood and fuel as well. After that we continued driving to the camp.

We were close to arrive, Sarah asked her driver to get off the car and keep walking to the site on foot. She started to drive herself and I was so scared, because it was the first time to get a car with a woman driver, not only this, she was a crazy driver. She was driving in sandy way from right to left and the other way around until the car got stuck. Consequently, she asked us to get off and push the car. I was laughing all the time and couldn’t believe that I came from Jeddah to Riyadh to push a damaged car.


To be continued...

Celebrating Away From My Family

Friday 23 July was my birthday I was so sad I couldn’t celebrate even though I was happy to be 21 years old. I keep missing my friends dawlah and fatemh so much and their children as will I miss every minute I spent with them my tears fall down from my eyes.

On Friday , I called my other friends , Misho, Ameerah, Layla and Ghadh to go to costa cafee in order to do our homework together. Another friend came and told us there is a festival in the old market square. We went there ,we enjoyed watching people dancing and playing. I felt little bit released when I saw my friends. I told them let us go to do something exiting.

We went to the skating centre and while I was playing, I heard my name being announced by a DJ, OoOoh how happy I was when my friends remembered my birthday. After that we had dinner together in ZIZI restaurant and I received a lots of presents from them. In my opinion life without friendship is like wedding without music.

Sad Mood in x Day

In a sunny and windy weather, I am sitting alone in front of fountains where I used to sit with my friends remembering every thing I did with them, I am sad I feel home sick. I miss every one in my life.

I need every member in my family especially mum and dad. I can’t wait until I see them .I feel like a child woke up and suddenly has been taken from his mother. I am a thirsty person in a desert and trying to find any sources of water. I cant stop imagining that moment when I hug my mum and kiss her hands and foot as will .I did not see her for one year .I do not know what to do in Ramadan. Everything will remind me of her and what she used to do in it. Gathering us at the breakfast time with her delicious food and asking me to pray with her. She cries once she hears my voice and that  breaks my heart. May Allah give me some patience until I see her?