ف العصر هيدخلوا مصر

يا خوفى لو حل العصر, و لائناهم دخلو مصر واحنا كتير و الخيبة مزينة الجبين.

ربع خنافس و ربع.. مسطول.

ربع بايع القضية و طفشان مالبلد, اهو كده بيقول.

ربع نزل القصة و ورانا اللباس, والروج لا غنى عنه يخللى الشفايف تتباس.

و ربع تعالب وديابة بكروش جعانة صعرانة, صعب تتملى. وحش بنى آدم لما بيفترى.

امنتى ألأرض هترتوى... امتى الهم هينطوى...

Part 2

Part 2 includes a "bad memory" and a "hurry"!
well the one most important incident was the safari till now... i went on a safari with a battery-less camera, what makes things worst is that there was so much to capture, they would've been amazing shots... the women there were so much like the women described in "wa7att al3'oroob", the one thing that really caught me was the striking eyes...

she was standing in the corner gazing at us, all that connects u to her is that little naked area around her eyes, its the only window for her to reach out.. that IF shes allowed to!
her from if u imagine her as a silhouette was like 2 pyramids on top of each other a big one on top of a smaller upside down pyramid, she was wearing something that looked like a black tent with a colorful gelbab underneath, the black cover on her face had beautiful work in gold and some metals with earrings attached to the cloth... black kohl filling the brown eyes.
underneath all that magic hides a little infant carried on her back, i went inside said hello and departed, it was so warm inside that tent, the boy was laying there asleep like hes still inside his mothers womb... safe.

the camels were sitting as if they were parked, the owners standing beside them yelling "ta3ali ta3ali", all surrendered to their first invitation call and i decided to take my time and pick one i like... i walked between the camels and it didnt take me long to settle on one... the owner was a female that stood still next to her female camel, she stood silent for women are not allowed to speak without the permission of their men there, i liked her silence and i liked how her camel seemed so different than all the others it was brown with relativly long brown hair, beautiful eyes, long eye lashes, busy mouth and the kindest sweetest look ever :)

phone ringing ested3a2.. hv to go, will be bck again!

my hair is a mess am swallen, sleepy all the time... hibernating.. hibernating in hurgada, i miss cairo.

made friends with Abdallah he's from Aswan, hes cute and he used to work in Movenpick too! wonderful coincidence...
he has a natural sense of humor and is very spontaneous in an elegant comforting cozy way :)

yesterday i met Jean Paul a 39 yr old french man who's been living in Scotland for 8 years for work... Jean is a Yes man, he quite his job only because he felt like he wants to do something else, he decided he wants to enjoy life and achieve all of his wild dreams.
amazingly i managed to talk with him for a long period of time and amazingly i understood his accent that souded like one tounge speaking both English with a scottish accent and English with a french accent, on the bus back home jean asked me to join him for dinner, i said i couldnt because we dont tend to do that here in egypt and because am with my mom on a vacation so i couldnt possibly leave her all alone on dinner!
i told him i was flattered and that it was very sweet of him to ask me, the guy turned red for gods sake, which made me feel kinda like woohooo and my feminine side started singing halelouya!

well ive got alot of things i want to spill here but my dad just called and i need to go now, so, i guess i'll be bck!

p.s 3ndi soda3.

16:45

Will Miss!

Abla mervat, Amira, Ahmad bta3 el room service, Abu bakr, Mohamad, 3m mohamad el shayal, Nariman el tayeba el gamila, mdm mary, 3m Toma (hamada) bta3 el faluka webn 3amo 3m mohamad hussien, 3m 3awad 7ares ma3bad nefertari f abu simbel, 3m nagy el sawa2, wel chefs kolohom... i will Miss them all.
i came to the realisation that Nubian's could possibly be the real Pharaohs... i mean with this spirit between them, all the love and dedication, there is a possibility that they were the ones to actually build the great temples and come up with the most complicated scientific and astronomical discoveries... they are attached, constantly in love, passionate, warm hearted, dedicated and faithful...
i really needed to stay there for a longer time so i can rub some of there goodness on me!

Rolling on the rail way

Sinking in the depth of darkness...
it takes time for u to know whats really going on, takes time for u to understand, deal with and adapt to...

Things are happening, u dont knw why, if u try finding out -that can never happen- peaking from windows, asking a question and recieving a million different answers, u never know truth from false... just then ur off. u will not reach ur destination, u realise there is nothing u can do but sit and wait adapt and, when u get there u will find out the answers to questions carried through that long bumpy journey..was it worth it, was it not.. its always worth it!

Trying to find out reasons for why things happen.. trying to find answers to questions asked by dear ones who are used to always being in the "know"...
That isnt always the right thing to do, Yes, they might not talk to u through that long journey, asking themselves how come u did not offer them the answers and explanations they were always used to recieve...
In the end, all will be clear, to u and to them!

Sacrifices should be made. sacrifice is never nessecerily bad. sacrifice is a smart yet risky move!

Some trains are just unstopable.

7agat

sima
soda3
rayeb
mcvities
shanta
lebs
7abl el ghaseel
ottat
balkona
shagara
sereer
iftis
ma
friends...

attr
tazakr
shebak
noam...

Aswan... :)

YES!

no mint, no sugar :) good company.

Today was a strangely flexible day. although it took me an hr and a half to get from maadi to mohandessin, i mean come on i would've made it from Cairo to Ein el sokhna in that time.. ironic!

On the road,
But still life is fair. in return i got to ride in a new comfy Hyundai Verna taxi, with a sweet driver and a CD player, he had some crappy music on at first then i asked him if he wouldn't mind to change it and he gave me a couple of Cd's to choose from.. tamer hosny.. ihab tawfee2.. shereen.. asala.. amr diab... pop mix and om kolthoom... it was 4:20pm the sun was warm, we were driving on the kornish and i can see many palms far at the horizon, so it felt like an om kolthum moment that i just couldn't resist... Mohammad Sha3ban (the 50 year old driver from Gena upper Egypt) kindly turned on om kolthum for me... the sound was perfect the weather was perfect, the traffic started to increase but with "el sett" playin in the afternoon, u would feel completely numb if it was all the traffic in the world ur stuck in. it was a magical hour, it always is at that time of day...

At Cindy's,
it was mostly silent, she did most of the talking i would respond, she seemed to run out of things to say and this is when it gets all awkward, i fear that she might think I'm holding back or am hiding things and that am not sharing and opening up, but simply i was never the narrator!
i mostly respond... don't know if that's good or bad...

she kindly made me green tea without mint:) and she bought me 2 swiss rolls, and she made me beleela bs she forgot to boil the sugar in with it so the milk was sweet and the beleela was... but effort appreciated.
i spent 5 mins with Yasmeen and Habiba in the same room with the door shut, these 5 mins were capable of making me feel that ohhh my god i should go buy myself a coffin right away and get ready to die, but amazingly they did that in a comic kinda way!
The three sisters are a completion of each other, they complete each other in such a harmonical funny hysterical way, they are like "ya 3in ya leil", whatever that means :)) there simply amazing!

Mahmoud... my friend whether he likes it or not, he IS! he's my buddy, howa ahh 2alesh and somtimes he's a pain in the bagoonies but that's wut i like abt him :D i mean at the end of the day im sleeping in maadi and hes sleeping in mohandessin :))

i really wanted to see "Tant" el gamila :) bs i didnt want to bother her... so i decided i shud write her a letter, habibaz pen was a pieceof crap so my handwriting sucked and the pen didn't even make it till the end of the letter so i got out my pen and continued.. i hope she was able to read it, and i hope it planted a slight smile on her face :) coz she deserves it!

On the road back home,
Kindly Hassan gave me a drive to maadi :) and he made me listen to the new Dido album which was very soothing and made me feel sleepier than i was already! on the way i discovered i forgot my phone and my coat. the day before i also forgot my glasses at nanuz...ana mastoola. FACT!

Home,
i forgot to tell mom "i missed you, why didn't u call me all day?" although i really wanted too... el 7aya talahee... we orderd burgers, fed the cats, cuddeled them, fought over the computer... nagged at each other like cat and mouse (as usual)... mom went to bed and here iam sitting on my blue chair writing... :)

Word of the day,
"a3ooth bellah men 3aynin la tadma3!"



**cant wait till Wednesday...Aswan prepare ur palette, here i come**

Faces

Faces... my god how beautiful and magnificent faces can be.
Millions of faces, not one looks like the other, each face carries a story a past present and future, a million chapters... a million moments came across and left there mark on that skin and complexion.
A face carries time.
A face is history.
It is a crystal ball from which u can read the future.
A face, my god its a bless, its the gate to ones world... i want to know someone i shall look at his face directly into his eyes, and stay there for as long as possible.. its amazing what u will find hidden inside... but only if u look long enough... if u just look long enough, u could win the hearts of a nation!

Strongest kick.

Ali. the new member in our family. Ali and i had the most wonderful conversation today. Ali is 2 and a half months old. he likes snoopy. so do i. so does his mother. so did my late dearest lovely aunt Mona. i should mention that Alis mom is also called Mona... if i ever have a daughter i will call her Mona, that is one thing i know for sure. i told him that i was ready to trade my snoopy 7asala with his snoopy pyjamas, and i think he liked the deal. i inherited the snoopy 7asala from my late aunt Mona. she died young. she was beautiful and smart. she had kidney failure. she was very young when it was first diagnosed. i guess she was still in high school preparing for college. she married Luigi an Italian man, with a big belly, huge mustache and a kind heart. he loved her, she did too. they never had children. Mona was the youngest, and she was my favourite aunt. i'd always feel so happy whenever mom tells me u remind me so much of Mona, or when grandma would call me Mona by mistake.
i hope Ali and i would grow to be good friends. i think he would be a gr8 football player coz he keeps on kicking all the time... u never know maybe he'd end up to be on of the greatest swimmers, something like Micheal Phelps but the Egyptian version of him, the swimmer with the strongest kick ever!

The cycle of injustice just wont stop.

This is something i heard years ago in the very first entefada, on "El manar channel", i recorded it and stared writing it down on paper...

it feels bad bringing it out again, and actually typing it down using as for it really goes all so fine with the current events... no difference the same shit on and on...

it really caught my heart the very first time i heard it, it still does... it goes like follows...
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"For those who believe in humanity... for those who believe in liberty and those that still have some sanity!

Its a message of truth from starting point till infinity... an innocent child is calling, yes he is calling.. cries of agony!

The world still watching, strangers raped his land, destroyed his home soil and sand, burnt his house along with the green so flowers cant grow.

In the land of Palestine a child is calling, yes he is calling... Cries of agony!

Where as we will never surrender, revolution of truth is our aim.
The stone that i throw holds my name...

For this dear Palestine you'll be free from all this shame, this evil filth that occupies my sacred land has come to an end, look how frightened they are!!!
Just look how frightened they are! and how we are filled with rage...
Imagine what they fear.
What they fear is the truth.. the heart.. the soul that we hold.

Dear Palestine your roses will grow again...
Al Quds is ours!
Its soil has spoke, yes, the soil has spoken the words of God above - it will be free for the time has come...

Behold my innocent child.. the stone that holds my name heard you cry!"