Yesterday I was in a good mood, something happened in that day's lecture that raised my spirit, I was going to write about it but said it was one of the good things that happens in one's day, but today I was crushed, totally, after finally finding out that Heaven is a place on Earth and finding that place, I was faced with the most stupid instruction at the door of that Heaven. The Heaven is the new library, the stupid instruction is this, and read carefully,: YOU CAN'T BRING BOOK INSIDE OF THE LIBRARY. Come on, how stupid is that, what library in a college that is supposed to be one of the best have such a stupid instruction, I went to the old library, but as usual, the lighting was awful and the ventilation worse than that of Tut Ankh Amon's tomb, of course relative to the new library, I brought out my books, couldn't study, especially after my mock exam which I didn't do very well, so I left and I forgot to attend today's lecture, I have no idea how it slipped out of my mind like that.
Anyway, the good thing that happened the day before was in Prof. Dr. Hussein Khairi's lecture, he was discussing major trauma, I and my dear friend and Colleague A. Hani was contributing to the discussion as did everybody else btw, but in the break, Dr. Hussein said that anyone can leave if he needs to, then he looked up, pointed his gaze at us and said:"except these two". I kept this situation away from my analytic brain and just enjoyed the good feeling it brought, it was a good feeling indeed.
Monday, 22 March 2010
Monday, 15 March 2010
[ وَبَشِّرِ الصَّابِرِينَ * الَّذِينَ إِذَا أَصَابَتْهُم مُّصِيبَةٌ قَالُواْ إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ *
أُولَئِكَ عَلَيْهِمْ صَلَوَاتٌ مِّن رَّبِّهِمْ وَرَحْمَةٌ وَأُولَئِكَ هُمُ الْمُهْتَدُونَ ] البقرة/154-156
وَالَّذِينَ إِذَا فَعَلُواْ فَاحِشَةً أَوْ ظَلَمُواْ أَنْفُسَهُمْ ذَكَرُواْ اللّهَ فَاسْتَغْفَرُواْ لِذُنُوبِهِمْ وَمَن يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ إِلاَّ اللّهُ وَلَمْ يُصِرُّواْ عَلَى مَا فَعَلُواْ وَهُمْ يَعْلَمُونَ [آل عمران : 135]
أُولَئِكَ عَلَيْهِمْ صَلَوَاتٌ مِّن رَّبِّهِمْ وَرَحْمَةٌ وَأُولَئِكَ هُمُ الْمُهْتَدُونَ ] البقرة/154-156
وَالَّذِينَ إِذَا فَعَلُواْ فَاحِشَةً أَوْ ظَلَمُواْ أَنْفُسَهُمْ ذَكَرُواْ اللّهَ فَاسْتَغْفَرُواْ لِذُنُوبِهِمْ وَمَن يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ إِلاَّ اللّهُ وَلَمْ يُصِرُّواْ عَلَى مَا فَعَلُواْ وَهُمْ يَعْلَمُونَ [آل عمران : 135]
Sunday, 7 March 2010
What you get is what you see, not all the time!
Recently I have been reading "The man who mistook his wife for a hat", it is a group of clinical tales wrote by Dr. Oliver Sacks; a neurologist, in his 20 something tales he tries to make a compilation of some of what might become wrong with our brain reflected on our mind so that he can amplify our appreciation of what is normal that most of us most of the times do not feel and take for granted.
I was coming home with some of my friends from college today. We were in two cars and we were having fun in the insane way of friendly fun. With so much serotonin in my system I paused a little to think of what was around me. We passed by a dog, he was sitting there, just a regular Egyptian street dog, eyes screwed, dirty here and there, looking at something of perhaps thinking, alive! not severely wasted, he can find what he need to survive, either food or shelter, till now! Then we went up El Moneeb bridge, and as I looked downwards I saw the tracks of our Metro, how fine looking those shiny perfectly parallel steel bars were, coming from as far as my eyes could notice, so strong and modest!
The dog was doing what he was created for, he wasn't asked for more to be underachieving and he didn't do more than he needed, he was just sitting there, thinking or meditating, about the next moment, when probably he would just do what he has done the same moment yesterday, and perhaps every day before yesterday.
The tracks weren't just steel, they were hard work to be seen like this and above all a vision, not just that, they are a student going to school and an employee going to his work, a mother coming home to her family and a daughter returning from school. If then someone comes to tell me that the students escape from school and fail (not in marks of course but regarding the objective of their education) or that the employee is a corrupt one who isn't doing his work as he should, don't blame those steel bars that made the track, the track did its job without expecting to be paid and without complaining, no more was required and no more should be expected, that's when I realized I had work to do, if I could ascend to the level of the dog doing his job I would be more than satisfied.
It might seems ironical that I am writing this after realizing that I should do my work, I somehow agree, but the thing is that I forget, too much, too often and too frequently, such things is the only tie between me and the past, If I don't record then I am nothing but now and then, the was part is confusing and depressing and without it the now and then seems like the first time, and how awful it is that every time is the first time.
I was coming home with some of my friends from college today. We were in two cars and we were having fun in the insane way of friendly fun. With so much serotonin in my system I paused a little to think of what was around me. We passed by a dog, he was sitting there, just a regular Egyptian street dog, eyes screwed, dirty here and there, looking at something of perhaps thinking, alive! not severely wasted, he can find what he need to survive, either food or shelter, till now! Then we went up El Moneeb bridge, and as I looked downwards I saw the tracks of our Metro, how fine looking those shiny perfectly parallel steel bars were, coming from as far as my eyes could notice, so strong and modest!
The dog was doing what he was created for, he wasn't asked for more to be underachieving and he didn't do more than he needed, he was just sitting there, thinking or meditating, about the next moment, when probably he would just do what he has done the same moment yesterday, and perhaps every day before yesterday.
The tracks weren't just steel, they were hard work to be seen like this and above all a vision, not just that, they are a student going to school and an employee going to his work, a mother coming home to her family and a daughter returning from school. If then someone comes to tell me that the students escape from school and fail (not in marks of course but regarding the objective of their education) or that the employee is a corrupt one who isn't doing his work as he should, don't blame those steel bars that made the track, the track did its job without expecting to be paid and without complaining, no more was required and no more should be expected, that's when I realized I had work to do, if I could ascend to the level of the dog doing his job I would be more than satisfied.
It might seems ironical that I am writing this after realizing that I should do my work, I somehow agree, but the thing is that I forget, too much, too often and too frequently, such things is the only tie between me and the past, If I don't record then I am nothing but now and then, the was part is confusing and depressing and without it the now and then seems like the first time, and how awful it is that every time is the first time.
Monday, 1 March 2010
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