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!"

Awakening

Laying in bed sleepless... the window is wide open.. the air is so cool.. the silence is so strong that somehow its deafening.

Its a full moon tonight, a silver spell splashed into the room filling it with magic and charm..., bed.. floor.. and walls they've all been blessed by the silver touch of grace.

The wind is strong, i can hear it finding its way to my big old berry tree, caressing her leaves so softly... giving her voice, allowing her to speak... Its amazing how her first words sound so much like the sea, you cant really tell the difference... :)

Colors in the sky vary with every tick the clock makes... pitch black.. Navy blue.. dark bluish purple.. greyish purple.. light blue... Blue.

Laying there a small tweet is heard coming from an awakening bird out there in the vast space... announcing the uninvited break of dawn.
i haven't had my sleep yet, but what can i do, the clock will never stop ticking, the world will never stop spining, neither should i stop living.
Life goes on...
its a new day, a new chance, a new clean start...

That fact alone, would now allow me the sleep i've been striving for the whole night... i close my eyes, surrender and let myself sink away...

The yellow house.

Theres a knock on my bedroom door.. its my uncle.."Rana, u forgot to lock the door again..".

that sense in the air, the sense that u are always threatened, always trying to lock doors behind you, always alert and aware, always wide pupiled...

That act of locking doors, at that particular moment, represented locking life out...

The yellow house. once was a house full of life and passion, but as souls pass away they suck along the life out of the old walls...

Breathing is not enough proof that you are alive, it does not mean that ur soul is setteled peacefully in ur flesh between ur ribs in ur mind and heart...

A body with no soul, is corpse. And corpse are nothing more than just remains.

It was here... my first embrace :)

when a place allows you to open your heart.. drop it all there knowing it is safe and sound.. unjudged, then it shouldn't be treated as some empty space, it should be appreciated, because a connection has been born and Connection = obligation, Obligation = loyalty, Loyalty= i like you just the way you are!

i liked "wordpress", so fancy and all... but i first set foot here... its hard to leave now, it feels like the right thing to do, when all my friends are switching to the fancy good looking "wordpress"...

wal salam khairo khitam.