There are couple of songs I used to sing when I was so young, some of them I remember very well like edeeny forsa tanya by Lateefa and the song about the telephone yousra used to sing lol gross :p
Yesterday, while there was some ads on Fox series, they were promoting that there would be a tribute to Abd Al Haleem Hafez on Rotana, one part was him singing: masek el hawa fe edeya, w ah mel hawa, w ah mel hawa ya 7abeeby ah mel hawa; I found dad telling me that I used to love this song when I was young and actually sang it alot lol that is a thing I never had any idea about lol.
So my dad tells me about another song Amr Diab used to sing and that I used to sing it too to my dearest beloved late grandfather, dad remembered the rhyme but he couldn't remember the words correctly, anyway I did remember the words, it went like that: mat5afeesh ana mosh naseeky, mat5afeesh law meen nadany, mesh ha3eesh men gheer 3neeky, mesh ha3eesh ma3 7ob tany tany lol, but again i never remembered I used to sing it and above all he said I used to dance while singing it, and dad tried to show me how I did dance and as expected it was very childish and stupid dance that you would love you kid to dance for you lol I bet my grandpa did love me dance and sing it to him
I don't know what is the point of this blog but I just wanted to keep it for history!
Monday, 23 March 2009
Friday, 13 March 2009
Dr. Mohamed Abd El Mabood, thanks for being my teacher!
My first impression of Dr. Mohamed Abd El Mabood wasn't quiet interesting, it was the end of out tutorial class with Dr. Abd Al Aziz the head of the department and after his tutorial session was a clinical session. Someone knocked the door and greeted Dr. Abd Al Aziz, Dr. Abd Al Aziz asks him if he would give us the clinical session he says yes, so Dr. Abd Al Aziz tells him: give them a 15 mins break before you start and he replies: but i don't want to give them any breaks! and that's what happened, just after the very rich tutorial session Dr. Abd El Mabood comes to give us the clinical session, back to that moment i didn't know he was Dr. Abd Al Mabood.
Then he came to give us a tutorial class about The Retina, people as usual are coming late than they should come and he says that those that come on time and get ready for their lecture are those who would be good doctors, always there when patients need them and always ready to help them, and those who don't will be in the next room chatting with a friend and he won't be ready to act as soon as he should. Then still students are coming late, so he says, there is a doctor who would be there in time and there is an undertaker (referring to the late students) who would come after the patient has already passed away. still students are coming late so he says with that smile that rarely leaves his face: and there is a reciter, who would come 40 days after the patient has already passed away, and there is someone who won't even show up and would be in his home at the moment the patient needs him. Actually that day i felt that it did pay off waking up early and taking my one hour public transportation to come early and sit prepared waiting for my professor. It is the feeling of reward that was missing and so many students aren't pro being on time this days, they are punished for being late and feel obligated towards it which is the true but yet they aren't rewarded and they don't feel treated the same as most professors come really late making us waiting and mostly wasting our time!
Someone wanted to ask a question and hesitated, when it was asked we kinda felt it was somehow a silly question to ask, so Dr. Mohamed said: the one who asks a silly a question is better than the one who have an important question and not asking it. He also said:ليس من الضرر ان نبدو حمقى لأننا بالفعل حمقى there is no harm to look like a fool because we are already fools, including me (pointing his finger to himself!).
Talking about medical competence, He says that is essential to have the knowledge in order to take action, he quoted Aristotle when he said:اعطني مكانا اقف عليه و سارفع لك العالم كله give me a ground to stand upon and I will left the whole world for you. He said that generally, a 60%-80% performance in most careers is enough, but in our career, the performance must be 100%. However, he said that patients and their families don't want from us to do miracles or to resurrect the dead, they just want us to do our best to preserve their lives. He also asked us that sometimes we aren't qualified enough to take actions, if so, we will have to call for help and he insisted so much on it, when he said that he gave some examples as laryngotomy and paracetesis!Then he came to give us a tutorial class about The Retina, people as usual are coming late than they should come and he says that those that come on time and get ready for their lecture are those who would be good doctors, always there when patients need them and always ready to help them, and those who don't will be in the next room chatting with a friend and he won't be ready to act as soon as he should. Then still students are coming late, so he says, there is a doctor who would be there in time and there is an undertaker (referring to the late students) who would come after the patient has already passed away. still students are coming late so he says with that smile that rarely leaves his face: and there is a reciter, who would come 40 days after the patient has already passed away, and there is someone who won't even show up and would be in his home at the moment the patient needs him. Actually that day i felt that it did pay off waking up early and taking my one hour public transportation to come early and sit prepared waiting for my professor. It is the feeling of reward that was missing and so many students aren't pro being on time this days, they are punished for being late and feel obligated towards it which is the true but yet they aren't rewarded and they don't feel treated the same as most professors come really late making us waiting and mostly wasting our time!
Someone wanted to ask a question and hesitated, when it was asked we kinda felt it was somehow a silly question to ask, so Dr. Mohamed said: the one who asks a silly a question is better than the one who have an important question and not asking it. He also said:ليس من الضرر ان نبدو حمقى لأننا بالفعل حمقى there is no harm to look like a fool because we are already fools, including me (pointing his finger to himself!).
He keeps teaching us and explaining stuff and when he asks about something he has just explained he finds most of the students not going along with him kinda lost, so he says: It is the difference between feeling and comprehending (Or perception!) انه الفرق بين الاحساس و الادراك. He explains saying, we are sitting here, recieving all that visual and auditory stimuli but when coming to understanding what they mean or what were they emitted for we have nothing, brains are off.
Last lecture, he was training us on how to elicit physical signs, we had a patient with us in the room that was to be examined at the end of the lecture. The patient was kinda worried and asked the doctor to leave to get her grandchild, he said it is ok, then he told us that when we give the patient the choice, he chooses us. He said it is unnecessary to pick on the patient and keep telling him or her that we are in a teaching hospital and that he or she must be checked and must wait and and and. And he was right, the patient got her child and got back, she left later anyway for an operation she had to make!
Dr. Mohamed Abd El Mabood, Thanks for being my teacher, it was truly an honor to learn from you, I wish one day you hear or read my name and say that was my student, nothing hurts me more in life than letting my amazing professors down by my bad performance and grades, till I see you again isA.
Sincerely your student
Tale of a Pasha
Once upon a time there was a pasha named sharkas. Sharkas pasha was a Turkish pasha that lived in Egypt as his grandparents from whom he got his title. Sharkas was so beautiful, he was white with wide dark eyes and very beautiful hair. Almost everyone liked him and he was friendly as well to almost everybody, he was sensitive, shy, curious, and loved to be loved. He had a friend who wasn't exactly as beautiful and adorable as him, he was kinda ordinary, but he loved him as a brother and more. The pasha lived his life pampered in every way, he always got what he needed, the love that embraced him by everybody always gave him what he wanted, but he never accepted such live without giving much more in return. Last night the pasha didn't feel well and decided to stay in bed. I found that he was in bed for many hours so I thought I will take him out for a little while to be engulfed by the warm rays of the shining sun and I thought he might feel better. He stood there were i left him, looking and starring at the street and the people in it. He then went to the narrow windy corridor, the curtains prevented my eyes from seeing him, so when i pulled them away, I look at him, he was standing there beside the metal fence, facing the cool breeze, I tried to call him through the glass window but he wouldn't listen to me, he was living his moment! I knocked on the glass and he looked at me, he looked so peaceful, so quiet, so relaxed, his eyes was in my direction but he wasn't looking at me, he was like waiting for something better. I came out and called him to come in as it was getting colder, but he wouldn't listen, minutes later he comes in and later that night he walking around. I knew he walked out of pain, but i was glad that at least he was doing so. This morning, before i leave home, i went to say good bye, I hugged him and put him in bed, but i wasn't quiet relaxed when i saw him that way, he was too week.
His name is Sharkas Pasha, He was my cat and he died today.
His name is Sharkas Pasha, He was my cat and he died today.
With All due respect Dr. Mohamed El Basty; We aren't losers!
It all happened last Thursday, we were taking our slide show tutorial in the ophthalmology department, it was Dr. Dina, she was explaining and came to a slide and said: "I guess Dr. El Basty explained this part to you". So the students laughed, they didn't like him much, cuz he came on time and insisted on taking attendance by himself early. I liked him so much, admired his respect to his appointments and his commitment to us. Regarding his scientific part, it was amazing, he explained everything with true passion and love to the subject, he wanted us to understand rather than contain. Anyway, when the students laughed Dr. Dina smiled and said that we should consider that he ranked the first on his peers in the six years of college as well as masters and phd, he is so scientific, that 's what she said. Those words were like a lightening shocking all of us to death, it doesn't show at all, so modest to science, those words changed some of their opinions. I was so impressed by how much power someone can have to achieve what he achieved msA. What happened was on last Wednesday, we were taking an operations' video tutorial and in the middle of his speech he said "ento keda keda fashleen" (you are losers anyway). Till this moment I don't know if he was kidding or serious when he said it, but either way i don't accept that we get called that. Why? because we might not be perfect and we might not reach what he reached, but at least we are trying and some of us are really giving their best trying to do good. ya doctor Mohamed, you are a great doctor, you are considered a role model to us, we love you and we respect you and your opinions. When you come and say that we are losers you are killing our spirits, you are killing our hope. I usually don't care with what people say or with their opinions, but in his case i care, because that is a great man that i look up to, but when he say something like that, i will have to displace him to the other side of those i don't care about, cuz if i want to be a good doctor i won't care for those who say i am a loser as long as i am doing my best. ya doctor Mohamed you took saying this word for granted. It hurt us and it hurt deep. I wish one day you read or hear my name ya Doctor and say with pride: "that was my student". And believe me ya doctor, we still have a lecture with you on a coming Tuesday, if u said we are losers again i will talk then, I am just not sure if i should do it in front of my peers or in private with you but i will talk and my voice shall be heard.
/forever proud to learn from you, sincerely your student.
/forever proud to learn from you, sincerely your student.
Did I lose my power to act because i gained my right to speak!!
http://www.almasry-alyoum.com/article2.aspx?ArticleID=179823
شاهدت إعلاناً تليفزيونياً شديد السماجة عن إحدي شركات المحمول التي قامت بتجديد شبكة إرسالها واستغنت عن الشبكة القديمة، ثم باعتها لبلد أفريقي مفترض هو جمهورية شومبونجو. ويقدم الإعلان سفير دولة شومبونجو وهو يشترط لإتمام عملية الشراء أن يحصل فوق البيعة علي القرد المتكلم!.
تتضح شطارة القرد المصري وفهلوته عندما يجلس في الطائرة مع السفير في طريقهما للوطن الجديد عندما يوضح للرجل قواعد التعامل منذ البداية وتتلخص في الحكمة الخالدة: عشّيني تلاقيني.
وبعد الوصول إلي جمهورية شومبونجو نلاحظ الفرق بين القرد المصري الذي لا يكف عن الكلام وبين القرد الشومبونجي الصامت.
وقد كشف الإعلان من حيث لم يقصد أسباباً كثيرة للخيبة التي ترفرف علي حياتنا منذ ٣٠ سنة، وأوضح دون أن يدري لماذا فشلت كل محاولات التغيير التي اضطلع بها نفر من المصريين دون أن يكون لها تأثير. كذلك بين الإعلان لماذا احتمل المصريون كل أصناف العذاب التي لاقوها علي أيدي حكوماتهم الفاشلة الفاسدة دون أن يثوروا أو يغضبوا.
كنت أتساءل دوماً وأردد سؤال الدكتور جلال أمين: ماذا حدث للمصريين؟ وما الذي جعلهم بكل هذه البلادة.. لا يدفعهم الجوع إلي محاولة الحصول علي حقهم في الطعام عنوة، ولا يدعوهم تدني مستوي التعليم والصحة والخدمات إلي الثورة علي جبل الفساد المعشش فوقهم ومحاولة هدمه والإطاحة به؟
ولماذا ثاروا في السابق عندما كانت أحوالهم أفضل مما هي عليه الآن، وكيف خرجوا عام ٦٨ في مظاهرات عارمة بعد الأحكام الهزلية في قضية الطيران، وكيف خرجوا في مظاهرات ٧٢ يطالبون السادات بالحرب، وكيف لم يقبلوا الزيادة الطفيفة في الأسعار عام ٧٧ وكادوا يحرقون البلد فوق رؤوس حكامها لأن الأرز زاد سعره تعريفة! ما الذي يجعلهم اليوم يرون ماء الحياة ينسحب من أجساد أولادهم ولا يحركون ساكناً،
وكيف تقع علي رؤوسهم الصخور الجبلية فتدك بيوتهم، وكيف يعانون من ذل البطالة ويتحولون إلي شعب من المتسولين ينتظرون موائد الرحمن، كما ينتظرون أن يحن عليهم لص يقوم بسرقتهم ليل نهار فيمنحهم شققاً أمام كاميرات التليفزيون، أو يتعطف عليهم قاتل فينشئ من أجلهم بنك العفاف..كيف يحدث لهم كل ذلك ولا يتحركون؟
الإجابة عرفتها فقط من إعلان القرد المتكلم. الكلام هو ضالة المصري يطلبها أني وجدت. لا تحرمه من حق الكلام وافعل به ما شئت. سرطن طعامه وشرابه، لوّث ماءه ودواءه، خرّب تعليمه، حطم كبرياءه، اطلق عليه الكلاب المسعورة، اهدم بيته فوق رأسه، احرقه في القطارات، أغرقه في المراكب، أشعل النار في مسارحه ومبانيه، اسفح دمه علي الأسفلت، اسرق فلوسه، سد باب الأمل أمام أولاده. افعل أي شيء وكل شيء لكن لا تحرمه من الحق في النباح.
لقد ثار الطلبة ضد عبد الناصر وثاروا ضد السادات، وخرج العمال في ١٨ و١٩ يناير٧٧ وطالبوا بإصلاح الحال المايل لأن حرية النباح التي تقوم بتنفيس الغضب وتسريبه، تلك التي ينعم بها المصريون اليوم لم تكن موجودة آنذاك، لهذا لم يجدوا داعياً لاحتمال الظلم أو قبول أسبابه.
أما اليوم وفي وجود الصحف المستقلة والقنوات الفضائية فإنها أصبحت تقوم بالفعل ذاته وصارت تعمل علي امتصاص الغضب واستيعاب الوعي ثم تسريبه في القنوات والبالوعات المفتوحة.
والأهم من التليفزيون والصحافة هو الاختراع الجهنمي الرهيب: التليفون المحمول ورسائله القصيرة التي تصل في نفس لحظة إرسالها وتحمل أحدث النكت علي الحكام وآخر أخبار الشائعات والفضائح.
ويبدو أن النبوءة أو المخطط الذي تحدث عنه «زبيجنيو بريجينسكي» مستشار الأمن القومي الأمريكي في عهد كارتر عندما تحدث منذ سنوات في جمع من كبار رجال الأعمال وقال إن عالم القرن الواحد والعشرين لا يتسع لكل هؤلاء البشر الطامحين إلي العمل،
وأن الملايين سوف يتم إخراجهم بهدوء من سوق العمل وسيتم تقديم أشياء أخري بديلة لهم وهي «رضعات تسالي» تنسيهم البؤس والشقاء، وبشّر «بريجينسكي» بأن الأطباق اللاقطة ستنتشر علي ضفاف نهر الأمازون حتي ينام الناس في أكواخهم علي صوت سيلين ديون.
و من الواضح أن المصريين قد وجدوا سعادتهم مع الدش وقنواته ومع النغمات والرنات وأصبح غاية مناهم هو تحديث الموبايل كل فترة وأخري في ظل إلحاح شركات المحمول علي المواطن بأن يعيش أجمل ما في اللحظة حتي لو كان يعيش علي جرف صخري قد يهوي به في أي وقت ويضيع جمال اللحظة!.. غير مهم. المهم هو أن يكون المحمول في جيبه والنغمات والرنات أنيسه وونيسه في الظلام وتحت الصخور،
ومهما كان الموت يقترب حثيثاً فإن بإمكان المصري أن يتحدث في المحمول ويطلب النجدة التي لن تأتي.. غير مهم مجيء النجدة ورفع الأحجار، المهم أنه مات وفي حضنه الدش وفي جيبه المحمول.. وعاشت مصر وطناً للنغمات والرنّات
Lost and found
once upon a time there was this kid that lived in cairo, the kid as the locals described him was daye3 (Lost) he was no good for life at all, just another stomach to fill with food and water and another holes to drain his wastes, he didn't like it either but he didn't express it through asking for help yet it was through rebellion. Till one day he was wandering in the streets of Khan El Khalili were he passed by a perfume shop he was frozen in his place by the beauty of those scents that captured his mind and prevented any motor cell in his brain to move his limbs to stay in this heaven as long as it could be. Lucky him his uncle knew the owner of the shop and tried to get him a job in it, the owner at first didn't like it as he already knew about the kid and his behaviour but at last he agreed and gave him the job. From that day on the guy was nothing but polite, gentle and a model of good. He lived for his job and nothing but his job, he never went to sleep except to wake up stronger for his job, he followed the orders of his boss so carefull and never disobeyed him, the owner liked the guy and trusted him, later the guy used to make scents by himself, extract them from different flowers, process them and mix them if needed too, he made the scents that his owner asked for and also he made another ones from his own creation, these were so good too that the owner liked them and started to merchandise them. He one day stayed at the shop late making one of his scents and was so taken by it that he forgot about everything but his scent, he came up with the best scent he had ever made in his life. Regardless how beautiful it was he kept it as a secret and never told anyone about till one day.
One day he was at his shop polishing the glass containers that contained the best perfums in whole Khan El Khalili when he heard the most beautiful voice any woman could ever have saying "Law samaht" (execuse me) he turned to her and looked at her and he saw the lady with the sweet voice, she was charming in her own Egyptian way with the politness and shyness that cought his immediate attention, at that moment he knew she was the one that deserved the scent her made for her, he knew from her she wanted a perfum for her mom as a gift, he gave her a good one and she liked it, he tried to give her the scent he made as a gift for her but she strictly refused but after smelling it she decided to buy it, he tried once again to gift her with it but again she refused but buying it, and while he was wrapping it he put a small part in a small glass bottle and kept it for himself. The beautiful Egyptian girl went away with her mom's perfum and the perfum he made himself.
Days after, anytime he felt lonely or depressed he took out his bottle and took a smell at the scent, when he do that he get together with the beautiful lady in a daydream that surpassed night dreams in awesomness and magic, when he opens that bottle he takes a deep one smell and try to store how it is in his brain hoping he could meet his princess again.
Days came after and he took over that business after the owner got too old and sick to run it again after all he found no one to trust more than the "kid". He excelled in his work but that bottle of scent and that one memory kept him lonely and he never managed to be engaged to any woman after that, thus he stayed single.
And as life went over and he had a car accident that left him without the blessing of seeing light with his eyes again, he never gave up on his life and lived it as much as he can.
And many many years from that as he grew old, old enough to have grandchildren yet still single, he was at a cafe shop drinking coffee with one of his assistants at the shop, it was the moment when his all sense got into a state of alertness, his eyes aren't complaining of not seeing right now, no need to, his brain has every detail of that beautiful face carved in it, he smelled the perfum he once gave to the lady at Khan El Khalili, he smelled it once then he started to breathe it, he breathed it inside his lungs and his heart refused but to get some of it to ease the tireness it had all those years of loneliness, he asked his assistant to describe the people in the cafe shop and lucky him there weren't many customers there and there were only two ladies having there drinks, he was astonished as the lady must have grown up by that time yet in the cafe were only young ladies, he told his assistant to go to them and tell them that he(The kid) is the one that made that scent and that he needed to have a little talk to whoever is putting it right now. The assistant came back with the two lovely ladies who were seated at his table and after one another breath he knew he would never forget that scent in his whole life. He talks to the young lady who happens to be the daughter of the beautiful lady he met in Khan El Khalili he get into talking about himself and how he loved that woman so much that he gave her the best scent he has ever made, yet comes a moment he never wished to witness when the lady tells him that her mom died two years ago, it wasn't the news he wanted to hear but he kept listening to her daughter about how she loved that perfum and how she protected it so much also she tells him about her and how amazing person she was, he keeps listening to those memories while consuming every breath he takes to take in that perfum that he waited so long to find except that he didn't find it on the right person.
One day he was at his shop polishing the glass containers that contained the best perfums in whole Khan El Khalili when he heard the most beautiful voice any woman could ever have saying "Law samaht" (execuse me) he turned to her and looked at her and he saw the lady with the sweet voice, she was charming in her own Egyptian way with the politness and shyness that cought his immediate attention, at that moment he knew she was the one that deserved the scent her made for her, he knew from her she wanted a perfum for her mom as a gift, he gave her a good one and she liked it, he tried to give her the scent he made as a gift for her but she strictly refused but after smelling it she decided to buy it, he tried once again to gift her with it but again she refused but buying it, and while he was wrapping it he put a small part in a small glass bottle and kept it for himself. The beautiful Egyptian girl went away with her mom's perfum and the perfum he made himself.
Days after, anytime he felt lonely or depressed he took out his bottle and took a smell at the scent, when he do that he get together with the beautiful lady in a daydream that surpassed night dreams in awesomness and magic, when he opens that bottle he takes a deep one smell and try to store how it is in his brain hoping he could meet his princess again.
Days came after and he took over that business after the owner got too old and sick to run it again after all he found no one to trust more than the "kid". He excelled in his work but that bottle of scent and that one memory kept him lonely and he never managed to be engaged to any woman after that, thus he stayed single.
And as life went over and he had a car accident that left him without the blessing of seeing light with his eyes again, he never gave up on his life and lived it as much as he can.
And many many years from that as he grew old, old enough to have grandchildren yet still single, he was at a cafe shop drinking coffee with one of his assistants at the shop, it was the moment when his all sense got into a state of alertness, his eyes aren't complaining of not seeing right now, no need to, his brain has every detail of that beautiful face carved in it, he smelled the perfum he once gave to the lady at Khan El Khalili, he smelled it once then he started to breathe it, he breathed it inside his lungs and his heart refused but to get some of it to ease the tireness it had all those years of loneliness, he asked his assistant to describe the people in the cafe shop and lucky him there weren't many customers there and there were only two ladies having there drinks, he was astonished as the lady must have grown up by that time yet in the cafe were only young ladies, he told his assistant to go to them and tell them that he(The kid) is the one that made that scent and that he needed to have a little talk to whoever is putting it right now. The assistant came back with the two lovely ladies who were seated at his table and after one another breath he knew he would never forget that scent in his whole life. He talks to the young lady who happens to be the daughter of the beautiful lady he met in Khan El Khalili he get into talking about himself and how he loved that woman so much that he gave her the best scent he has ever made, yet comes a moment he never wished to witness when the lady tells him that her mom died two years ago, it wasn't the news he wanted to hear but he kept listening to her daughter about how she loved that perfum and how she protected it so much also she tells him about her and how amazing person she was, he keeps listening to those memories while consuming every breath he takes to take in that perfum that he waited so long to find except that he didn't find it on the right person.
My missed BIG chance
Long time ago i was with my mom at the sports club, we used to go there every friday to play, I and my sister, to the kids game zone there, it used to be fun till one day i decided i was too old to play in this zone ( I was 8 then ) we still went there to let my sister play and I always sat with mom the thing that made her uncomfortable me sitting there doing nothing like that, she suggested me playing a sport, i wanted karate but my father refused any violent sport, i refused football cuz i never heard good things about the coach there, i went for squash (and my club has the best reputation in squash in Egypt) but the schedule had dates during my studying so i couldn't, i finally settled in Tennis.
My mom and I went to the coaches and registered in the tennis school, then we went to buy a racket and three balls from the sports shop in the club and then we had a big mac me meal the three of us.
I went there every Friday and saturday, i was a very quick learner and i fitted easily in tennis, in the tennis school there are five playing fields arranged in levels the first one is for begginers and the fifth one is for top players in the school. In the frist one we were about 15 kids with one coach learning the basics and the names of the features of the Tennis play field, it didn't take me much time to go to the second and third one, in the third field the coach showed me a big man walking by and told me "You see that one he is going around the world playing tennis, one day you would be like him". It took me only three months to ascend to the fifth level, in the fifth field i was with only two other players aged 14 and i was the 8 years old kid, my coaches admired my performance a lot. After that i didn't go to practice cuz of my exams and i was ill before, i skipped the practice of Tennis that was only three hours a week to study some maths and some arabic, I missed my chance of going on in what i did best, finish the school and become a player for my club to get some extra marks in MATHS. I am still thinking of all the opportunities i could have if i kept on doing it, events that could have happened and the life i would have been living.
I told a lot of friends this story and they all tell me to forget about it and move on, sorry my friends I JUST CAN'T.
My mom and I went to the coaches and registered in the tennis school, then we went to buy a racket and three balls from the sports shop in the club and then we had a big mac me meal the three of us.
I went there every Friday and saturday, i was a very quick learner and i fitted easily in tennis, in the tennis school there are five playing fields arranged in levels the first one is for begginers and the fifth one is for top players in the school. In the frist one we were about 15 kids with one coach learning the basics and the names of the features of the Tennis play field, it didn't take me much time to go to the second and third one, in the third field the coach showed me a big man walking by and told me "You see that one he is going around the world playing tennis, one day you would be like him". It took me only three months to ascend to the fifth level, in the fifth field i was with only two other players aged 14 and i was the 8 years old kid, my coaches admired my performance a lot. After that i didn't go to practice cuz of my exams and i was ill before, i skipped the practice of Tennis that was only three hours a week to study some maths and some arabic, I missed my chance of going on in what i did best, finish the school and become a player for my club to get some extra marks in MATHS. I am still thinking of all the opportunities i could have if i kept on doing it, events that could have happened and the life i would have been living.
I told a lot of friends this story and they all tell me to forget about it and move on, sorry my friends I JUST CAN'T.
A fasting day
yesterday was the first day in ramadan, as hard as it may sound for non muslims that we don't eat or drink from dawn till sunset as it is strangely considered one of the loveliest months in the whole year, we wait for it, we cheer for it and we goodbye it with tearing eyes. Yesterday when i and some family were having our iftar, u find all thanking Allah for the blessing of food and water, especially how they admired water. When u ask any muslim why do u fast? the answer u will get most probably would be to experience what the poor feel when there is no food to eat, no water to drink. But, is that really it? On a second thought while enjoying the blessing of my Iftar i pictured it that way, a fasting day is a lesson, it is a faith experience, why do we stay all day with no food and no water while they are infront of us, why do we have to wait for more than half of the day to eat?
If we imagine life minimized in one day (Which actually it would be like that at the end) we will see that if we keep hungry and thirsty the whole day we for sure would eat and drink after sunset, life is exact the same thing, no matter how hard it is, no matter how cruel it could be, if we have faith then we will find everything waiting for us at the end. My friends why are we so happy about ramadan, while if we look it from one side u will find it is a month of hunger, thirst, we are happy about ramadan cuz we get to enjoy the experience of real faith in it, the faith we use to keep away from food, water and other life deserts, we welcome hunger and thirst and we actually enjoy it, why? cuz we do it for Allah that we love so much and that we know he is so mercifull on us, why can't we apply the model of the fasting day to our life, why doesn't we enjoy life, and welcome it knowing that with faith in Allah everything would just end perfect just like a day full of hunger, thirst and abstinence of other life deserts would end by a tasty meal, cold nice beverage and a good sleep.
I'll quote saying: "Time can heal a broken heart, but faith can heal EVERYTHING"
If we imagine life minimized in one day (Which actually it would be like that at the end) we will see that if we keep hungry and thirsty the whole day we for sure would eat and drink after sunset, life is exact the same thing, no matter how hard it is, no matter how cruel it could be, if we have faith then we will find everything waiting for us at the end. My friends why are we so happy about ramadan, while if we look it from one side u will find it is a month of hunger, thirst, we are happy about ramadan cuz we get to enjoy the experience of real faith in it, the faith we use to keep away from food, water and other life deserts, we welcome hunger and thirst and we actually enjoy it, why? cuz we do it for Allah that we love so much and that we know he is so mercifull on us, why can't we apply the model of the fasting day to our life, why doesn't we enjoy life, and welcome it knowing that with faith in Allah everything would just end perfect just like a day full of hunger, thirst and abstinence of other life deserts would end by a tasty meal, cold nice beverage and a good sleep.
I'll quote saying: "Time can heal a broken heart, but faith can heal EVERYTHING"
My dream
So I had this dream recently, i was infront of something like a castel with a bunch of people who are supposed to be friends (and just for your information i didn't recongnize any of them).
We were all standing there outside the castel by the wall very happy and cheering, we were like waiting for a door to open to let us in to finally meet what we want. We were doing like rituals asking for a door to open and then a small hole is open through the door, less then one foot in dimensions, and here i see like an old man with those cone hats and long white beard and moustaches, he asks us in but we don't know how we would enter through such a hole, he reaches us with a cup of water and ask us to say something like a prayer, many did tell the prayer and i saw them diminish in size less than ants and falling in that cup that supposed to be our vehicle into our castle, i guess all of them did it well and were in that cup except for me, i kept telling that prayer with no chance, that old man told me i had to believe in what i am saying in order to make it works, and here i remember something, there is only ONE thing i believe in and the heart can't manage to burden two beliefs, i realized that i wasn't ready to trade my beliefs for that one, i would never diminish myself for a loose ground, i am standing on a hard ground and i strongly believe in it, I may dress like them, i may accompany them, i may look like them, i may talk like them, i may not look any different than any of them, but at the end, it appeared that i don't believe in it, no matter what, i will still be ME with my beliefs, and it isn't in my hands but i will never get into that castel, my belief holds me out "Safe".
We were all standing there outside the castel by the wall very happy and cheering, we were like waiting for a door to open to let us in to finally meet what we want. We were doing like rituals asking for a door to open and then a small hole is open through the door, less then one foot in dimensions, and here i see like an old man with those cone hats and long white beard and moustaches, he asks us in but we don't know how we would enter through such a hole, he reaches us with a cup of water and ask us to say something like a prayer, many did tell the prayer and i saw them diminish in size less than ants and falling in that cup that supposed to be our vehicle into our castle, i guess all of them did it well and were in that cup except for me, i kept telling that prayer with no chance, that old man told me i had to believe in what i am saying in order to make it works, and here i remember something, there is only ONE thing i believe in and the heart can't manage to burden two beliefs, i realized that i wasn't ready to trade my beliefs for that one, i would never diminish myself for a loose ground, i am standing on a hard ground and i strongly believe in it, I may dress like them, i may accompany them, i may look like them, i may talk like them, i may not look any different than any of them, but at the end, it appeared that i don't believe in it, no matter what, i will still be ME with my beliefs, and it isn't in my hands but i will never get into that castel, my belief holds me out "Safe".
I miss u so much
So i was in my shop and a lady was asking my father about fire works for her kids, so my father was explaining to the lady how dangerous they are and amongst the reasons was that kids put them in girls' pockets and shirts, i was sitting there, so sad, so frustrated, so hopeless, when my dad said so i remembered her, and my mind relived that situation, it was after a midyear exam, we were walking in the road, the three of us, I, her and a mutual friend, we were walking home and they had fire works, i was wearing the green sweater and she put one of fireworks in it, it was so much fun, i loved that girl so much and right now i don't know anything about her, i just miss her loads and i don't know if i can right enough to describe her or describe us together, ya rabyyyyyy ya rab bas tkoon be5eer.
one of the moments in my life : )
One of my moments in my life
In our university there is a military education course that must be passed in order to get our diploma, it is a two week course, i took it in the summer vacation of my first year, i was with only one friend that i know, during the first day the man stressed out that discipline is a must in this course, who is later for 30 mins gets kicked out of the course and who don't wear his clothes properly too, we started at 7:30 am, it is so hard to me to reach that place so early, i am already hour and half away from that place adding that the first transportation at my city never starts before 6 am, anyway, i went on time the first day we had exercised for about 2 hours then break then lectures talking about some basic military knowledge, i went home at about 3 or 4 pm. The next day i woke up late, exactly at 9 am, way too late, so i decided i won't go anymore and i will sign in next year, but my mom completly refused that, i told her i am going to be kicked out anyway, she had no place left for argument and i was told to go the rest of the two weeks, anyway, i go there, i find out the cards that day wasn't signed by the staff so next day my day off was signed, the first weeks passes with nothing about me, i wonder why?, and on the third day of the second week of our course the moqadem(head officer of the program) called for me, i go there, we were three people infront of him, he asks them why they weren't there and they replied very foolish answer like one of them said and i remember that one very clearly saying that the aunt of his mother died or something, anyway, he dismiss them, and look at me, he tells me: "I know that u didn't come on the second day, but i also noticed u came every day after so i spared u to the end." he asks me why didn't u come? i tell him i got up late that day, he says "u got up late and missed that day thinking we will let u finish this course" i looked at him and i told him" frankly sir, from the moment i woke up late and i knew i wouldn't take its degree, i wouldn't have come the rest of the course and i would have signed in for the next year, but my family didn't believe that, and they refused me not attending the rest of the course" then he tells me " and did u ignore what i said that anyone missing days are kicked off" i completly denied and said" no sir, wallahi i know that i am kicked off anyway and i already intend to roll in next summer, but the thing is that my family don't believe me, i had nothing to do about it". Then he tells me how is your card signed attending on that day u didn't come, i told him because that day all the cards weren't signed and it was all signed anyway the next day.
After saying that i found the major sitting in the room telling me "honesty is a savior" i didn't say anything but smiling, i found the head of our course telling me that he forgives me and that he allows me to get the degree of that course.
Story is good till now, but the moment haven't ended yet.
So we were having a lecture on the fifth day of the second week, in the break two guys had a fight, the lecturer this time was the major in the room while i was talking to the head officer. He was so mad at those two guys and saying that fighting like that is childish and not a character of men. then i find him saying: "Last monday i witnessed a situation in which was a real man, some student was called to the office of the head officer for missing a day and when the chairman asked him of the reason he said i didn't wake up(i was completly cool when he started the talking but when he said that i was like OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG) there were two other students with him but they made stupid lies, but he said he didn't wake up, he was man enough to say the truth, i don't know why you(referring to the guys that fought together) won't be like him, is he here? (and that's then i stand up from my seat and raise my hands saying that i am here, the major points to me and say) Look at this man, he was infront of the chairman and when he asked him he said he got up late, i first said in my self, is that guy stupid or what to say such a thing, then he commented about how his family won't believe him and stuff, but i actually admired that guy a lot of being so brave to say that things to the chair man, I am glad i had the chance i met someone like him in my life, makes me proud."
and after he saying that i was like OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG and the whole place was clapping so hard to me and later i know that some of people in my college were there too so we became friends, At that moment i was flying high, I felt so good at that moment and every moment i remember it i cheer more, this is a moment which i can really say it was one of the moments in my life, my fears didn't stop me from saying the truth, my truth got me to the safe side, and at the safe side people were cheering my arrival, i was a happy man : )
This isn't the only moment, i will try to remember another one or two and post them later isA, Ramadan kareem to ALL : )
In our university there is a military education course that must be passed in order to get our diploma, it is a two week course, i took it in the summer vacation of my first year, i was with only one friend that i know, during the first day the man stressed out that discipline is a must in this course, who is later for 30 mins gets kicked out of the course and who don't wear his clothes properly too, we started at 7:30 am, it is so hard to me to reach that place so early, i am already hour and half away from that place adding that the first transportation at my city never starts before 6 am, anyway, i went on time the first day we had exercised for about 2 hours then break then lectures talking about some basic military knowledge, i went home at about 3 or 4 pm. The next day i woke up late, exactly at 9 am, way too late, so i decided i won't go anymore and i will sign in next year, but my mom completly refused that, i told her i am going to be kicked out anyway, she had no place left for argument and i was told to go the rest of the two weeks, anyway, i go there, i find out the cards that day wasn't signed by the staff so next day my day off was signed, the first weeks passes with nothing about me, i wonder why?, and on the third day of the second week of our course the moqadem(head officer of the program) called for me, i go there, we were three people infront of him, he asks them why they weren't there and they replied very foolish answer like one of them said and i remember that one very clearly saying that the aunt of his mother died or something, anyway, he dismiss them, and look at me, he tells me: "I know that u didn't come on the second day, but i also noticed u came every day after so i spared u to the end." he asks me why didn't u come? i tell him i got up late that day, he says "u got up late and missed that day thinking we will let u finish this course" i looked at him and i told him" frankly sir, from the moment i woke up late and i knew i wouldn't take its degree, i wouldn't have come the rest of the course and i would have signed in for the next year, but my family didn't believe that, and they refused me not attending the rest of the course" then he tells me " and did u ignore what i said that anyone missing days are kicked off" i completly denied and said" no sir, wallahi i know that i am kicked off anyway and i already intend to roll in next summer, but the thing is that my family don't believe me, i had nothing to do about it". Then he tells me how is your card signed attending on that day u didn't come, i told him because that day all the cards weren't signed and it was all signed anyway the next day.
After saying that i found the major sitting in the room telling me "honesty is a savior" i didn't say anything but smiling, i found the head of our course telling me that he forgives me and that he allows me to get the degree of that course.
Story is good till now, but the moment haven't ended yet.
So we were having a lecture on the fifth day of the second week, in the break two guys had a fight, the lecturer this time was the major in the room while i was talking to the head officer. He was so mad at those two guys and saying that fighting like that is childish and not a character of men. then i find him saying: "Last monday i witnessed a situation in which was a real man, some student was called to the office of the head officer for missing a day and when the chairman asked him of the reason he said i didn't wake up(i was completly cool when he started the talking but when he said that i was like OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG) there were two other students with him but they made stupid lies, but he said he didn't wake up, he was man enough to say the truth, i don't know why you(referring to the guys that fought together) won't be like him, is he here? (and that's then i stand up from my seat and raise my hands saying that i am here, the major points to me and say) Look at this man, he was infront of the chairman and when he asked him he said he got up late, i first said in my self, is that guy stupid or what to say such a thing, then he commented about how his family won't believe him and stuff, but i actually admired that guy a lot of being so brave to say that things to the chair man, I am glad i had the chance i met someone like him in my life, makes me proud."
and after he saying that i was like OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG and the whole place was clapping so hard to me and later i know that some of people in my college were there too so we became friends, At that moment i was flying high, I felt so good at that moment and every moment i remember it i cheer more, this is a moment which i can really say it was one of the moments in my life, my fears didn't stop me from saying the truth, my truth got me to the safe side, and at the safe side people were cheering my arrival, i was a happy man : )
This isn't the only moment, i will try to remember another one or two and post them later isA, Ramadan kareem to ALL : )
The funny side!!!!!!!
So i was in that group people suck i am moving to mars and in a discusion board discussing favorite quotes, someone replied to me with this quote and i couldn't stop reading it over and over again, it stuck to my head, the least i could do was to publish it in here.
The Joker: Come here. Hey! Look at me. So I had a wife, beautiful, like you, who tells me I worry too much. Who tells me I ought to smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks... look at me! One day, they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again, hmm? I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars. So... I stick a razor in my mouth and do this...
[mimics slicing his mouth open with his tongue]
The Joker: ...to myself. And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling!... " From the movie Dark Night "
My best friend!!
Before u Read, please if u can read arabic read the text from the scanned original article, cuz after what i have done, i believe that rather than i translated it I mutilated it!
And, as if the stick of the magician pointed it is end to all the people to stop moving to announce in that terrifying "silence" it is mourning over the martyrs that were victims to a strong violent earth quake that hit China, their dear country, on the twelfth of May 2007, leaving behind more than 72,000 of dead and missing!
A wild scene in the panoramic tragedy where the lives stayes silent at the time when the Earth quake made its first hit, so that silence turns into a language diving deep into our souls challenging all the other pronounced languages sticking with that horrifying event that affect humanity.
"Silence" ..The new language that the world would pay more attention to in the near future, when all tools and available styles of communication, conversation, impacting and convincing ENDs and nothing is left except that touching language speaking for our pain, grieve and rightfullness!
"Silence"...isn't weaknes, but it is a language that gave up speaking, and refused to connect with the ugliness that comes out from the mouthes!...It is the language of the Sane, the wise who know when and where to be silent! But it is also the preserved language that knows the limits of patience and concealment.
I am one of those humans that feels the pride and stregnth of "Silence" i see in it the braveness and i see those expressions and definitions that talking can't say.
I unite with those silents in a moment of mourning and i unite with others in moments of quiet endurance in front of any kind of tyranny and i believe in the quote that says:" If talking is made from silver, then Silence is made of Gold" and i unite with those who kept silent for their pride and their self esteem and i stand in total respect for the "silence" resulting from helplessness and fate.
But in the end i can join the lines of those silents that believe that the power of their silence also resides in that noble weapon which isn't triggered except when the causes are noble too!!
The blog is quoted from the article the stregnth of silence by Sylvia Al Nakkady, i named it my best friend cuz i find my salvation in silence and always finds my inner peace with it.
I guess that someone is now so disappointed as my blog didn't meet with that person's expectations, sometimes people like to feed on hatred from others, they like to be rejected, it somehow make them feel unique and great, all they need is to fall off those clouds they are standing on in their deluded dreams!
And, as if the stick of the magician pointed it is end to all the people to stop moving to announce in that terrifying "silence" it is mourning over the martyrs that were victims to a strong violent earth quake that hit China, their dear country, on the twelfth of May 2007, leaving behind more than 72,000 of dead and missing!
A wild scene in the panoramic tragedy where the lives stayes silent at the time when the Earth quake made its first hit, so that silence turns into a language diving deep into our souls challenging all the other pronounced languages sticking with that horrifying event that affect humanity.
"Silence" ..The new language that the world would pay more attention to in the near future, when all tools and available styles of communication, conversation, impacting and convincing ENDs and nothing is left except that touching language speaking for our pain, grieve and rightfullness!
"Silence"...isn't weaknes, but it is a language that gave up speaking, and refused to connect with the ugliness that comes out from the mouthes!...It is the language of the Sane, the wise who know when and where to be silent! But it is also the preserved language that knows the limits of patience and concealment.
I am one of those humans that feels the pride and stregnth of "Silence" i see in it the braveness and i see those expressions and definitions that talking can't say.
I unite with those silents in a moment of mourning and i unite with others in moments of quiet endurance in front of any kind of tyranny and i believe in the quote that says:" If talking is made from silver, then Silence is made of Gold" and i unite with those who kept silent for their pride and their self esteem and i stand in total respect for the "silence" resulting from helplessness and fate.
But in the end i can join the lines of those silents that believe that the power of their silence also resides in that noble weapon which isn't triggered except when the causes are noble too!!
The blog is quoted from the article the stregnth of silence by Sylvia Al Nakkady, i named it my best friend cuz i find my salvation in silence and always finds my inner peace with it.
I guess that someone is now so disappointed as my blog didn't meet with that person's expectations, sometimes people like to feed on hatred from others, they like to be rejected, it somehow make them feel unique and great, all they need is to fall off those clouds they are standing on in their deluded dreams!
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يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري وبقالنا كتير
نحلم بيوم ليجينا الخير
بلادنا مش حاسة بتغيير
ما دام حصانتك محمية.
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري شعبك راسي
دي المسألة (أمن سياسي)
تحمي الملك واحنا نقاسي
م البلطجة والحرامية.
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري أمرك دا عجيب
وليك سياستك ف التهليب
وغلبنا واحنا نقولك عيب
واخدنا قال لقمة هنية
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري ووشنا للحيط
أصلك قطعت خميرة البيت
ما عادش لينا دقيق ولا زيت
والفول غلى والطعمية
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري بقولك حاجة
مش كارثة ؟ نملا التلاجة
سموم وسرطان متمكن
في منتجاتنا الزراعية؟
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري ليك أما حاجات!
لما انضربنا ف الانتخابات
عمال تميس ع الخواجات
وراثة هيا وملكية؟
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري بصيت قدام؟
لما أنت بعت قطاعنا العام؟
لسبت باب رزق الأجيال
وخلاص كلونا الأغنيا
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري وغرقت عبارة
وقلنا يا ولاد مصر خسارة
تصاريح فشنك وتلفزيون
والناس ضحايا ومنسية
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري وريحتك فاحت
نازل أكيد علشان فاحت
فرحتنا والله كمان راحت
بإيدين عصابة ( وطنية)
يا عسكري يابو بندقية
وشبابنا آه ويا عيني عليه
أخد الشهادة ودا اللي عليه
مفيش جواز ولا شقة يا بيه
ولا مهر ولا عيشة هنية
يا عسكري يابو بندقية
يا عسكري ومفيش توظيف
وكتير وعدنا الباشا نظيف)
على إيه بلاش والنبي تكليف
حنروح بلادنا العربية
يا عسكري يابو بندقية
يا عسكري والله دي ورطة
مفيش معاملة إلا بواسطة
وناس بتوع حطة يا بطة
رشاوي , قال إيه دي هدية
يا عسكري يابو بندقية
يا عسكري ومنعت الناس
تقول أعوذ برب الناس
وفساد يعم الساس والراس
وف انتظار نكبة قوية
يا عسكري يابو بندقية
يا عسكري وسرك باتع
فيلم الكوارث متتابع
في البحر والغيط والشارع
دا الرك أصلا على النية
يا عسكري يابو بندقية
والعسكري يقول كله تمام
والحالة ماشية أهي لقدام
يا مسلمين دا الكدب حرام
بالعكس ماشية العربية
يا عسكري يابو بندقية
يا عسكري وليه كده مغرور
لما أنت كنت فقير مستور
ليه جي ع الشعب المقهور
بايدين حديد مستقوية؟
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
يا عسكري شعبك ده عظيم
يكفيه كمان حبة ملاليم لكن حرام كتر التلطيم
ما بين مجالس قومية
يا عسكري يابو بندقية
يا عسكري وذنبك على جنبك
تقفل بيبانك عن شعبك؟
لو كنت وريتهم عدلك
لكانوا ليك سنده قوية
يا عسكري وزهقنا خلاص
والعجل أهو دخل البلاص
لا هدمة ولا لقمة ولا مداس
حتى الحمام مات في الغية
يا عسكري يا بو بندقية
شعر / محمد نديم علي
أسوان في : 2 أبريل/ نيسان2006
Friends
So, i was in the group named People suck. I am moving to Mars, and i found this topic showed, named friends, i wanted to write beautiful things about friendships, BUT, when i let my finger tips free to strike the keyboard, that's what i got, i thought people will try to prove me wrong, but i got sweet Catherine that had almost my Idea. NOT an interesting blog, but it tells a little about me.
Post #12
Wow thx people for sharing :)
Clapping is a call
Quoted From Anees Mansour's book "love and hate".
What does clapping mean? and what does hitting a hand with the other mean? We usually hit the the left hand with the right hand..So, clapping is a kind of hugging as when u hug someone u put ur arms around him.
But when u don't find that person u hug the air between those hands and it is possble to hold up your hands together to show someone far away that meaning, and with hugging there is that known sound!.
So, clapping is a heard hugging for someone far, and the whole world remember what happened when the astronaut yuri gagarin stood in that red square recieving greetings from the people...They were to pass infront of him clapping to him one after the other as if they were hugging him one after the other.
And in India when a public figure stands in front of millions holding his both hands together then put his hands close to his hearts...meaning that he is hugging those millions and making them close to his heart.
I "The author Anees Mansour" remember that once i put foot in one of the indian hotels the power was off so i stood outside the room and clapped for a servant to come, so one came, then two and three, they just stood up watching me and none of them asked me what did i want and i couldn't understand!..And i asked them why they didn't respond so they answered: "But u didn't ask for anyone" so i replied that i was clapping! so they said : "We thought u wanted to dance so we like to watch!.
So, clapping for us is a call for someone away too..But in India it is used in dancing, we, in theaters clap for actors, actors in Russia and China clap for the audience...As if they are responding to the greeting with a greeting and to a hug with a hug too.
So, clapping is a remote touching.
Tear
Usually when i watch movies and find a scene where it becomes too emotional and i feel that a tear want to burst out of my eye i hold it and tell myself:"it is just acting, if i cry for actors how would i be in real life". I wanted to be as least emotional as i could be cuz life is so hard. Today when i was watching that movie i managed to hold a lot of tears for about the half of the movie and then for the second half my eyes never got dried out of tears, as if my heart refused to continue in that battle against emotions in movie. I don't know why that happened, is it because the feelings in the movie was so genuine or because of what i am going through these days is somehow similar to that movie! The movie is Forrest Gump and i truly believe it is one of the best movies ever!
Dear God, make me a bird, to fly far, far from here.
Moon face
I was in an extremly bad mood today, i felt my chest was squeezed that my heart struggles to pump and my lungs strive to get some air, I felt so bad that i wanted to grab a butcher's knife and stick it between my ribs to cut through my heart and pass the knife along the ribs till i get that feeling out. I didn't want to eat or drink or do anything at all so i went down. And while i am sitting outside my shop meditating in the green bushes and their colorful flowers in the garden, I noticed a face, a face that u can call moon face, well, who did i see, did i see a beauty queen, or my ex-girl friend that i haven't seen for years or an actor or or or. It wasn't any of that i saw my cousin, he is one year older than me and he is living now in the gulf area, i haven't seen over a year, but still, he is a cousin what makes me love that person so much. Lets see, in my life, every one I knew let me down at least once and i mean every one with no exception, except that person, he is the one that never let me down in my whole life. I ran to him and we talked for about 10 minutes, for the whole ten minutes i was smiling from the ear to the ear and laughing out loud in the middle of the street, for the first time i felt free, i felt uncoditionaly happy. For 10 minutes I felt like a whole new person, i no more cared for my acne that's distructing my face, no more cared for my over weight and my lazy bum that is doing nothing useful during that summer till now. It was only ten minutes and when he walked away, i stayed smiling for a minute or two then i returned to my sad state. Today i found that i was uncertain about anything in my life.
The idea of change
It is very hard for anyone to accept the change that might happen in life. Change takes many many forms like change in work, change in where u live and change in your relationships. However i would like to discuss the change of habbits and life style in order to live a better life. That kind of change like quitting smoking and starting a healthy diet plan and so on. The one thing that concerns me is the concept on "The one last time" that we usually face during making the decission of change i.e: one last cigarette and one last fatty meal etc. It might seem to be OK to many people but let's figure it that way: You found a very beautiful person that u fell in love with, perfect is the perfect word to describe your soul mate, you too talk a lot and u confess that u are having an affair with someone else, Your soul mate disapprove it and ask u to choose between her and the other person, so u tell her the following " I love u so much and i promise u to be faithful my entire life 100% BUT i would like to sleep with the other one just "ONE LAST TIME". Imagine how would the reaction of the person that is supposed to be your soul mate be after u tell him/her that. we should apply this model when we are coming to make a decission ofchange, the concept of "one last time" is so wrong and unjust to the new change.
A very dear friend once told me he's going to write a self-help book, i got excited and asked him how it would be, he told me:"Well, it would be hundreds of white blank papers and i will leave a note in the last page saying: If u want to change, do it NOW"
A very dear friend once told me he's going to write a self-help book, i got excited and asked him how it would be, he told me:"Well, it would be hundreds of white blank papers and i will leave a note in the last page saying: If u want to change, do it NOW"
Nothing serious :D just for fun : )
حبيبتي ..
انا من غيرك زى الشارع بدون اناره
زى التقاطع بدون اشاره
زى السلطه بدون خياره
زى السواق بدون سياره
زى المدخن بدون سيجاره
زى الصحراء بدون بعير
زى بوش بدون بلير
زى الأهبل بدون هبلة
زى عنتر بدون عبله
آآآآه
انا النار وانتي الدخان
انا الزلزال وانتي البركان
انا من غيرك اضيع اضيع
انا من غيرك فى الشوارع بصيع
انا من غيرك زى الخروف بدون قطيع
انا من غيرك حالي فظيع
انا روميو وانتي جوليت
انا سوبرمان وانتي طيارته
انا باتمان وانتي سيارته
انا عشانك اشتغل سواق تاكسي
انا الميراندا وانتي البيبسي
انتي القشطه وانا الزيتون
انتي نعناعه وانا ليمون
انتي الجزيره وانا سبيس تون
انتي الباب وانا المفتاح
انتي الضفدعه وانا التمساح
يا اجمل من بنات المغرب واليونان
آآآآآه ياريتك بنت الجيران
انا لعيونك بغلب جاكي شان
واعدي المحيطات والخلجان
واصارع في حلبة الثيران
يا احلى من شاكيرا وبرتني وكريستان
آآآه
انا وانتي احلى معنى للحب
انا المتر وانتي الشبر
حبي لك أكبر من موج البحر
حبي لك قد مافي العالم من قهر
قد مافي لبنان بنات حلوين
قد ما عند الوليد ملايين
قد مافي هولندا ورود
قد مافي امريكا يهود
قد مافي الصومال مجاعه
قد مافي مارينا صياعه
ااااااه....احـــبــــك
Your life in few answers
[quoted from a show By Ahmed Herbeia from radio Teet.]
there would be some questions, you should think of your answer before moving to the next question (writing down the answer would be good).
1a-Now you are in a jungle, describe it and describe your feeling(happy, sad, anxious.....etc)
2a-while walking in the jungle you found a cup, describe that cup and would you take it with you or not.
3a-Suddenly you found a lion, how would you deal with it.
4a- after dealing with the lion the way you 've chosen you found a lake, describe that lake, and think, would you get down into it or not.
You should remember the answer now!! Remember them well cuz we are now moving to the second and last stage of our game :)
1b-You are now in desert describe it and describe your feelings towards it the same u did with the jungle.
2b- while walking in the jungle you found a box, describe it, and when you open it what would you find in it.
3b-While still walking in the desert you found a ladder, describe it, short or long, is it strong enough to carry you and would you take it with u in your walk.
4b-while still walking you saw a horse, describe it, describe it well and with the finest details, then think, would the horse ye2amenlak lol, how would you deal with it and would u take it with you or not.
5b-Finally in the desert you were stopped by a wall, very big wall, you can't see how long or tall it is, how would you react to it, would you sit underneath to wait el farag :D, walk by it till you reach its end, try to make a hole in it, whatever you want.
NOW you should remember your answers, cuz here is the interpretation of your results.
-The jungle and the desert are your life that you are living, remember how you described them and how you felt about them.
-The cup is the people you meet in your life.
-The lion is problems and how you deal with them.
-The lake is your love life, remember that described it and said if you are going to get down into it or not.
-The box is your inside, remember what you found in it.
-The ladder is your friends, and remember would it be strong enough to carry u or not, and whether long or short.
-The horse is your partner(shereek 7yat).
-The wall is fate, tomorrow, the future.
you don't have to post your answers, actually mine was quiet interesting, and i may post them later isA : )
there would be some questions, you should think of your answer before moving to the next question (writing down the answer would be good).
1a-Now you are in a jungle, describe it and describe your feeling(happy, sad, anxious.....etc)
2a-while walking in the jungle you found a cup, describe that cup and would you take it with you or not.
3a-Suddenly you found a lion, how would you deal with it.
4a- after dealing with the lion the way you 've chosen you found a lake, describe that lake, and think, would you get down into it or not.
You should remember the answer now!! Remember them well cuz we are now moving to the second and last stage of our game :)
1b-You are now in desert describe it and describe your feelings towards it the same u did with the jungle.
2b- while walking in the jungle you found a box, describe it, and when you open it what would you find in it.
3b-While still walking in the desert you found a ladder, describe it, short or long, is it strong enough to carry you and would you take it with u in your walk.
4b-while still walking you saw a horse, describe it, describe it well and with the finest details, then think, would the horse ye2amenlak lol, how would you deal with it and would u take it with you or not.
5b-Finally in the desert you were stopped by a wall, very big wall, you can't see how long or tall it is, how would you react to it, would you sit underneath to wait el farag :D, walk by it till you reach its end, try to make a hole in it, whatever you want.
NOW you should remember your answers, cuz here is the interpretation of your results.
-The jungle and the desert are your life that you are living, remember how you described them and how you felt about them.
-The cup is the people you meet in your life.
-The lion is problems and how you deal with them.
-The lake is your love life, remember that described it and said if you are going to get down into it or not.
-The box is your inside, remember what you found in it.
-The ladder is your friends, and remember would it be strong enough to carry u or not, and whether long or short.
-The horse is your partner(shereek 7yat).
-The wall is fate, tomorrow, the future.
you don't have to post your answers, actually mine was quiet interesting, and i may post them later isA : )
Something are better left unsaid
I really wanted to add some words to make the subject clearer, but i think that any words i say would just decrease the value of the video. I can just describe the situation, place is shawshank prison, the character is Andy who is prisoned for a false accusation of murdering his wife and her lover, Brooks is a prisoner who spent 5o years in jail and couldn't stand life outside when he was released so he commited suicide. You don't have to watch the whole video, my aim was to find the true meaning of the phrase somethings are better left unsaid so u can watch only till the 3:45, however the conversation till the minute 5:4 is great, but the remaining 50 seconds has nothing to do with this blog so you can skip it we khalas.
A walk to remember
Once upon a time, there was this young man, that thought he could see everything clearer than anybody, he thought he could see his future the way he sees his past, he believed in his future and in everything he could do, his ultimate goal was money and his pushing power was uniqueness, he had this strange supernatural power; when he looks at his watch he finds the minutes and the seconds are the same, some people mocked his power and others believed in him, he had this very good friend who always carried the wise answers, he advised him to go to an old man who gets his knowledge from all the brains of earth, the friend said that the man would carry the right answer for him, he went there, and the man told him about a group of people who have the same gift, he had to travel overseas to meet those people, they welcomed him, and he finds that there were a fun contest going on that day, every one have 10 times to look at his watch, and the one who gets the most times will get a trophy, the young man believed in the trophy and said that he weren't going without it. And as the end was approaching he was looking at the sky and still have one more look to achieve the perdect ten and walk away with his trophy, and while looking at the sky his eyes noticed a shining star, and he says to himself, things don't just happen, everything happens for a reason, so he decide to look at his watch and while bending his head down to look at his watch he notices this girl sitting down to the grass, he looks at her and can't move his eyes away, he eyes were sticked to her blond hair and blue eyes, it's alarming how charming he felt she was in her long dress, with the silver necklace and braclet, that made her more shining than she is already, he forgot about the competition and everything and went to talk to her, they had a long talk as if they knew each other very long ago, they walk away a long walk to remember till NO air can carry our sounds to them,,,,,, and he completly believes he got his trophy..
I am back again
بسم الله الرحمن الرحبم
Now after i have finished my exams al7amdolellah i have decided to continue writing back in this blog, i will start with a blog that i wrote more than 6 weeks ago including some of the 36o events that occured back to that time, but i was afraid to publish it not to make troubles with anyone, but now i think after it is all clear and obvious to everybody there won't be a problem icA to publishing it, but i will wait till i come back from suez to post it icA.
And since my name is relator and many people could get confused with the meaning of the name thinking it has something to do with relation ships which is not right, relator means narrator and based on this name that i chosed long ago i will start icA narrating some stories, articles or anything that touched me, that's of course beside my own writings.
The Extension of my name right now is papaver somniferom which means medically morphine and litterally "The father of sleep" and i called my self that name because i love sleeping very very much, however, i think that this name would be changed after i come back from my discussion trip.
The articles i am narrating icA are from Anes Mansor's book "Love and Hate", the opening article of the "The Home" magazine by Sylvia Al Nakkady who actually surprised me regarding the deep feelings and the excellent choice of words she did as for a chief editor for a magazine specialized in decoration and painting, there would be also some things that i picked up randomly from different sources, however, i will mention the source of each blog i publish.
The major problem facing me right now in the narration is my English; it isn't strong enough to translate such litteral works, so i will try to publish the arabic text too with the English translation, and if you find any lingual problem i will be happy to recieve your opinions but through the mail and not throught the blog comments space.
But before i start narrating i have to write another blog, i will wait to make things clearer before i start writing it, because i am very paranoid and i could write foolish things and sadly mostly important hurtful things which i don't like to do so specially with the topic of that blog.
I would like to thank all the beautiful friends who supported me with their prayers during that stressing period.
Hope you all like my blog : )
Rise up, with a great video.
I and the 666
I am lying in my bed,
in the 7meters bedroom, the room that i spent 3/4 of my life in till now, i love this room, I find it as my shelter, but it isn't much helpful to me when i need to work, i painted the walls of this room three years ago by my self, I painted it white, i got a new rug to the floor, put a world map in front of my desk, hanged a spot light above the desk, i have those three very very beautiful paintings on the wall to my left, they are supposed to be painted by very famous artists but I don't know exactly who, on my right side there is the little fan and there are those three spiritual pieces hanged on different walls one of them is saying in the name of Allah the another one is the verse of the chair, they are supposed to add the religious feeling to the room. I am in bed it is 12 am, I am supposed to be asleep now but I can't, I am in lying in my bed like a foetus in his mother's womb, they say this position is a protective one, but nothing can protect me, what I did today is completely unforgivable and is a straight route to hell, but who am I to discuss the forgiveness of Allah it isn't my job nor my privilege to do so, but it is so obvious what I did. I am in bed with my eyes wide open, I don't know what to do, I am thinking and after being tired I remember a movie "O brother where art thou" where the black man sold his soul to the devil to let him play guitar well, i remember exactly how he described him, but it is just a movie, i remember another movie where a guy sold his sole to be unioned with the woman he loved, i remember he called the devil by the number 666 and lastly I remembered the movie the number 23 when sparrow concluded that the number 23 is obsessing everything in the universe and when he divided 2 by three he got the number 0.666; the devil. After this magical thoughts I smile a sad, frustrated dark smile and say to my self "D 'oh, as if i am selling my soul to the devil" and it was the entrance to my brain the entrance through which the idea entered my mind. There is a quote that says "A belief isn't an idea that the mind posses, it is an idea that posses the mind" and that is exactly what happened I became obsessed by that idea by my mind and body, may be it is the only way out of my crisis, it may not be a way out but it is a way after all to go through after what I did. It is 3 am now, I am still in bed shivering from the expectations of the idea I was thinking of. Without even remembering how it happened I found my cell phone in my hand, grasping it very tightly, I look at it and Starr at the key pad and the screen, I type the numbers 666 and say to my self "As if the devil would respond to me if I pressed the OK button" and I laugh in the moment when laughing is the last thing that could be every wished, and then I say "No, probably I will get this sweet voiced electronic lady saying that the number I have dialed is incorrect or something like that". That moment of humour eased my nerves a little and made me ready to sleep, I raise the mobile phone to put it on the desk and while doing so I notice a shadow at my door created by the week light of the screen of my cell phone, I was terrified that I jumped from my bed and found my back glued to the wall opposite to that door.
I couldn't see much detail about whatever was at the door, but it appeared like the body of a human being with lots of clothes covering his body, dressed the same way we saw Arabs dressed in ancient movies and series; there was nothing exceptional about the way he looked. But I was terrified and I wanted to say any part of Qur'an to kick that thing out, I want to say Allah but I can't, I want to proceed with the verse of the chair but I can't, he approaches me and slaps me with the back of his left hand on the left side of my face so hard that I fell down to the bed. He says very angrily: "Now, is it now you are trying to seek protection from your creator against me", I am as if paralyzed can't move or speak till he turned his back to me and moves to a corner, he bents his head forwards and says in a tone that the word sadness was created for: "I am expelled from the mercy of Allah for what I did, Allah warned you humans in everything, but some of you are just stupid and don't give enough attention" he turns to me again and now I realize that I am the one who called his so fear regresses a little, I sit on my bed and looks at him.
ME: "You don't look like the way I have expected you".
D: "Look like what?"
ME: "Like a man dressed in white suit and his feet soaked in the tar of hell, or a white man with a very big mean dog or like the way kids think of you a red colored daemon with two horns".
D Laughing: "I don't stick to a certain look, I choose any look but my real one, my real one would kill you on the spot and I need you alive, even the person who would see me after you would see my in a different look, i try to take a look that would make it easier to conversate with humans, YOU".
ME: "AHA, you take the look that would make you more convincing to people you are talking to as an evil".
D: "Yes".
ME: "But I don't hate Arabs".
D says with a mean look: "you think so".
I say nothing but thinking and he interrupts me
D: "So, you want to sell your soul".
ME: "I didn't know it is possible I thought it was just in the plot of movies and scary tales, but if it is possible then yes, I want to sell you my soul".
D: "AND what do you want in return?" I look at him as if I am seeing a bag of dirt in front of me
ME: "DO you think that if I wanted anything, anything, I will ask you, if i needed anything I would have asked the one that has everything, the one that can gives everything with nothing in returns, I am selling you my soul for free".
D: "OK, take this contract and read it before we do it".
ME: "I am not interested; I don't care what you are going to do with my soul or when or where, I really don't care".
He looks very astonished
ME: "What? I am selling you my soul cuz I don't deserve it, what I did give me no right to do anything with it any more, I have already been expelled, expelled just like you".
He looks very angrily, his face becomes congested with veins and his face becomes red like hell, he approaches to me and says: "Then, let it be."
He sticks his hand into my heart and says this strange words then I can hear him saying: "From now on, your soul is mine, every step you take would be mine, every word you say would be mine and every wish you have ever had would be mine, you would live your life controlled by me and when you die your soul will rest in hell with me, no blame but on you, it was your wish not mine and I just obeyed, shall this be written and shall time passes with no limits"
Once an infidel king and a priest was sitting side by side waiting for a boxing game, one of the boxers is entering the ring and making the cross sign to his chest; the king asks the priest what does it mean, the priest replies "it means nothing if he can't play the game".
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