Few days ago, i was invited to a wedding of school friend whom i have not seen since very long time. I arrived 10 minutes late and the ceremony was already on going. I was surprised as normally the bride comes late... but I was even more surpised when i stepped in the church. First, the attendees where not what i was expecting, and i felt like a stranger, dressed up like that while the people where much more simpler... I tried to have a good place to see the bride and groom but I was seeing only their profiles, so I was watching the ceremony on the big screen. But.... the bride didn't look like my friend.. i was thinking maybe she changed, you know how you could look differently with all that make up, specially at your own wedding.. I knew it wasn't her but I wanted to be certain, at least to check if I was in the right church. And yes, i was at the right church, at the right time but at the wrong wedding... all that time inside the church was trying to think what if it wasn't her and i stayed till the end and i go to greet them... or when i was taken in the video, what would they say seeing someone they both dont know..
I stayed till i heard the priest pronouncing the name of the bride and groom which was different as i was expecting and this was the final confirmation that i was definitely in the wrong wedding so i decided to leave it.
I went outside and then saw lot of people standing at the main gate of the church. This time they seemed the type of people I was expecting to be attending the wedding... and yes, moments later, i saw the bride, in the car.. waiting for her turn to get married.
What a funny and unexpected evening :-)
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Simply... a forgotten feeling
What a joy to reconnect with yourself, to simply forget anything and look to your own hands, playing like a child, trying to create something out of nothing, something that speaks of yourself, that says this is yours and only yours. Nothing else is comparable to it nor similar, it is unique and has even more value for you cos it is simply your creativity.
I've forgotten this joy and happiness, long time ago did i grab a pen or colors to draw, or make any bricolage... and suddenly out of nowhere, it was there before me, clay and pottery and a chance to make something out of it... although i had to get help, and it was not that easy, but i feel proud of what i've done. it may not be perfect, it may not be that pretty, but for me it's something more, it's the long lost dream, the forgotten joy, that life had carried away....
My only wish is to take it as a start and not an ending...
I've forgotten this joy and happiness, long time ago did i grab a pen or colors to draw, or make any bricolage... and suddenly out of nowhere, it was there before me, clay and pottery and a chance to make something out of it... although i had to get help, and it was not that easy, but i feel proud of what i've done. it may not be perfect, it may not be that pretty, but for me it's something more, it's the long lost dream, the forgotten joy, that life had carried away....
My only wish is to take it as a start and not an ending...
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Hiking experience
I had the chance to experience the adventure of hiking in Sinai. It all started by an invitation to join a hiking trip to El Galt El Azraq. I was tempted to join in as i love to explore new places and also to try something different and it turned out to be one of the richest experience i had.
I discovered a lot about myself , that i had more endurance than i thought, based on my previous experience in Bahareya Oasis a year ago. I met new people i didn't know before and we lived together a 3 wonderful days although our differences and our hiking experience. Everybody helped others, whether in climbing, sharing water, sharing needed stuff (like the needle and the brick needed to carry on the little operations of blowing off the little bubbles on our feet).
The only thing i really missed during this trip is that although we were hiking in one of the beautiful places, my mind was not there to contemplate this beauty and we didn't have much time to just sit and watch what is around us, as we were always on the move catching up with time, and i was so focused on the hiking itself, to watch out from making a bad move.
I loved watching the stars shining in the sky at night, camping in the outdoors, drinking from waterfalls, seeing the flowers and the trees flourishing in the mountains.
The most difficult was to challenge myself, to go beyond the limits that the mind can draw, and it is then when i discovered that these limits were fake, that i can do more than i could imagine. It is strange how the mind can hold you from a lot of things and bind you even just trying something. Life is so rich but we only need just a little bit of will to go further.
Also, one of the things that i liked is that i discovered more about my personnality through my friends. Sometimes it is hard to see myself through my own eyes, and that's when you need other people to tell you more about you.
So this is an invitation for you to look for more than you can see, and believe me, you'll discover that life can give you much more than you can imagine.
I discovered a lot about myself , that i had more endurance than i thought, based on my previous experience in Bahareya Oasis a year ago. I met new people i didn't know before and we lived together a 3 wonderful days although our differences and our hiking experience. Everybody helped others, whether in climbing, sharing water, sharing needed stuff (like the needle and the brick needed to carry on the little operations of blowing off the little bubbles on our feet).
The only thing i really missed during this trip is that although we were hiking in one of the beautiful places, my mind was not there to contemplate this beauty and we didn't have much time to just sit and watch what is around us, as we were always on the move catching up with time, and i was so focused on the hiking itself, to watch out from making a bad move.
I loved watching the stars shining in the sky at night, camping in the outdoors, drinking from waterfalls, seeing the flowers and the trees flourishing in the mountains.
The most difficult was to challenge myself, to go beyond the limits that the mind can draw, and it is then when i discovered that these limits were fake, that i can do more than i could imagine. It is strange how the mind can hold you from a lot of things and bind you even just trying something. Life is so rich but we only need just a little bit of will to go further.
Also, one of the things that i liked is that i discovered more about my personnality through my friends. Sometimes it is hard to see myself through my own eyes, and that's when you need other people to tell you more about you.
So this is an invitation for you to look for more than you can see, and believe me, you'll discover that life can give you much more than you can imagine.
Monday, February 01, 2010
The day after
Why i can't feel happiness like everybody because our national team won the Afrcian Cup of Nations again breaking records? Why all i can see in the morning is the garbage in the streets after people celebrating all night? why do i feel sad, just after 10 minutes of the last whistle and holding the cup? I don't care if we had lost, of course happy that we won but if we had lost, i wouldn't be so sad. I feel that we forget far more important things in our life and we just think of winning a game. And now what, we won the cup and then? What about tomorrow, what about the day after?
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Agora
In the adventure of discovering new movies, out of the current trend of movies played in the cinemas, Agora was the one who caught most my attention.
It is a movie directed by Alejandro Amenábar. The story takes place in ancient Alexandria, about a woman, Hypatia, who was a scholar, avid for science and teaching. What is the most striking about this movie is that it can the every day story, no matter when, who or where. The long fight between the fanatism and the believes. How everything can be manipulated in such a way that at the end, we forget what is the origin of all things. When the love for religion becomes fight for supermacy, the differences between people emphasis the distances and search for glory becomes the main concern.
Shouldn't we learn from history... that history that we neglect and we only remember the facts like the date of the wars or the name of the kings and queens... but what about the history of the people who lived? how people where thinking and coexisting with as much diversity as nowadays? we know nothing, although this is what we ought to know in order to undersand better the past and the present. I'm not saying we should learn from the past but that we should look at it from another point of view, a more human view than a historical one.
It is a movie directed by Alejandro Amenábar. The story takes place in ancient Alexandria, about a woman, Hypatia, who was a scholar, avid for science and teaching. What is the most striking about this movie is that it can the every day story, no matter when, who or where. The long fight between the fanatism and the believes. How everything can be manipulated in such a way that at the end, we forget what is the origin of all things. When the love for religion becomes fight for supermacy, the differences between people emphasis the distances and search for glory becomes the main concern.
Shouldn't we learn from history... that history that we neglect and we only remember the facts like the date of the wars or the name of the kings and queens... but what about the history of the people who lived? how people where thinking and coexisting with as much diversity as nowadays? we know nothing, although this is what we ought to know in order to undersand better the past and the present. I'm not saying we should learn from the past but that we should look at it from another point of view, a more human view than a historical one.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Ressemblance and Diversity
We share the same continent, yet we are different.... not the same language, not the same color, not even the same religion and yet, we discovered although these differences, we do share one small thing (beside working in the same company) which is Hibisicus, herb used to make a red colored drink or more commonly knows as Karkade in Egypt and Bissap in Senegal.
If we don't try the "other" things, we miss the experience and we miss the discovery of the resemblance. I think this is what is lacking in our world. If we try what's different, we might feel that we are more alike. If we care to know something that might be insignificant like the local name of a local drink, our perspective would have change.
But as every thing else in our world, we are afraid from "what is not like what we know" and we don't even have the urge to do try something new or different cos we are more comfortable with what we know already. and this lead us to live in a bubble, not daring even to see what's outside and the bubble becomes blurry till we can't even see what is just under our nose.
from wiki: different names in different places
It is also known as meśta/meshta on the Indian subcontinent, Tengamora in Assam,Gongura in Telugu,chin baung in Myanmar, กระเจี๊ยบ krajeab in Thailand, bissap in Senegal, Guinea Bissau, Mali, Burkina Faso, Ghana, Benin andNiger, the Congo and France, dah or dah bleni in other parts of Mali, wonjo in the Gambia, zobo in Nigeria (the Yorubas in Nigeria call the white variety Isapa (pronounced Ishapa)), karkade (كركديه; Arabic pronunciation: [ˈkarkade]) in Egypt, Saudi Arabia, and Sudan, omutete in Namibia,sorrel in the Caribbean and in Latin America, Flor de Jamaica in Mexico, Saril in Panama, rosela in Indonesia, asam paya or asam susur in Malaysia. In Chinese it is 洛神花 (Luo Shen Hua) .
Monday, October 05, 2009
Between Fear and Hope
was the theme of the unexpected spectacle i had attended last night. I would say unexpected cos it was totally inovative and challenging. The dancers really were moving as driven by the music, every step as if was created to this note or that beat and were taking you from fear to happiness , from love to hate, from death to life. I was amazed feeling all these feelings at once, going through the deepest parts of my soul, discovering hope underneath the surface.
It is amazing how just a small spectacle can transcend all those feelings at once. Like living in a virtual world, it is not ours but it is there and you come up with lot of questions of who and what.
The most striking was that for the part of "Sacre du Printemps" of Stravinsky, the Pina Bauch band were dancing upon a covered floor with actual and real dirt. Each step taken was traced on it to leave its mark. Like our life, every little thing leaves its footprint even if we can't see it. At the end, it is us who should pay attention cos if unseen, it is like using a part of ourselves.
To be honest, I didn't have all these thoughts last night. It is like seeing or capturing a scene in ur memory then after that u think about it and strikes u with the plain clear meaning.
It is amazing how just a small spectacle can transcend all those feelings at once. Like living in a virtual world, it is not ours but it is there and you come up with lot of questions of who and what.
The most striking was that for the part of "Sacre du Printemps" of Stravinsky, the Pina Bauch band were dancing upon a covered floor with actual and real dirt. Each step taken was traced on it to leave its mark. Like our life, every little thing leaves its footprint even if we can't see it. At the end, it is us who should pay attention cos if unseen, it is like using a part of ourselves.
To be honest, I didn't have all these thoughts last night. It is like seeing or capturing a scene in ur memory then after that u think about it and strikes u with the plain clear meaning.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Shadia
Shadia is a little girl, not more than 8 years old... she sells some glittering head thing at Khan El Khalili. She came to our table, with her little smiley face as many other beggers/sellers but unlike everyone else, she had her little own sharm. A minute then she commented on my brother's old mobile (Nokia 6150) that he like very much. Imagine this little girl giving him hard words about his mobile and how he still carries it. She was so hilarious cos she was talking so seriously... we couldn't stop laughing... at the end, she didn't want money when someone tried to offer her, she said she is not a begger, she only sells... A little girl that knows what it means to have self respect and decency, that is something so rare in our society...
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Expectations, between reality and dreams
For my 200th post in my blog, trying to ask myself, what are my expectations from writing and blogging.. is it to write only for the sake of writing or to share whatever i feel is good to share with friends, family or totally strangers? is it to try to get the attention of "someone" without telling him/her directly about feelings and thoughts? is it not having anything else to do except wasting time by typing words on an empty screen??
Does it really matter what is the reason behind all this in the first place?
And when those expectations are lost, when the dreams are just more dreams carried away by the wind of time, and the reality is just another reality which is more cruel than anything else, at this point, we forget about any expectations. The high hopes are shuttered into million pieces and the dreams become nightmares. Should we forget about those dreams? Should we leave everything to the fate, whatever the outcome will be? Cos the more we have expectations in life, the more we suffer if we can't fulfill them. Does it worth all this trouble?
I try to live by the concept of give it a try even if it won't work out. At least, you wouldn't miss what could be achieved and if it turns out to the other way, you know it wasn't for you at this time. Sometimes i get discouraged, sometimes i get lost in the middle, and few rare times, i get to live just one tiny moment of true happiness, cos i feel i reached something, even if in the moments after it is gone already. And those little moments, are what give me motive to have more expectations even though most of the times, they are trashed away by little unsignificant events.
Anyway, i'm still keep searching for this point where dreams meet reality and i do have high expectations to reach it someday... until then, i guess i'll be bothering you with my posts every now and then :D
Does it really matter what is the reason behind all this in the first place?
And when those expectations are lost, when the dreams are just more dreams carried away by the wind of time, and the reality is just another reality which is more cruel than anything else, at this point, we forget about any expectations. The high hopes are shuttered into million pieces and the dreams become nightmares. Should we forget about those dreams? Should we leave everything to the fate, whatever the outcome will be? Cos the more we have expectations in life, the more we suffer if we can't fulfill them. Does it worth all this trouble?
I try to live by the concept of give it a try even if it won't work out. At least, you wouldn't miss what could be achieved and if it turns out to the other way, you know it wasn't for you at this time. Sometimes i get discouraged, sometimes i get lost in the middle, and few rare times, i get to live just one tiny moment of true happiness, cos i feel i reached something, even if in the moments after it is gone already. And those little moments, are what give me motive to have more expectations even though most of the times, they are trashed away by little unsignificant events.
Anyway, i'm still keep searching for this point where dreams meet reality and i do have high expectations to reach it someday... until then, i guess i'll be bothering you with my posts every now and then :D
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Karetas
Now in my way back to home, i pass by Kasr el Nil bridge, which is one of the oldest bridges in Cairo. This bridge is known as a place to visit, specially on summer nights, cos of the view, the Nile and all the lights around, its proximity to downtown and a famous place for friends or lovers to hangout.
With all that, comes the "kareta", this small carriage that is steered by a horse. It is mostly used by tourists or foreigners, or egyptians who want to have a quite different experience.
I wonder how people enjoy a ride in a "kareta" in the middle of all those cars and noise and pollution... shouldn't be those rides in some specific area just for the karetas for the sake of both, the karetas passengers and the car passengers?
With all that, comes the "kareta", this small carriage that is steered by a horse. It is mostly used by tourists or foreigners, or egyptians who want to have a quite different experience.
I wonder how people enjoy a ride in a "kareta" in the middle of all those cars and noise and pollution... shouldn't be those rides in some specific area just for the karetas for the sake of both, the karetas passengers and the car passengers?
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Too much love kills the love
A couple of days ago, during an exchange of messages, the above 'quote' was mentioned as an example.. It was a first time for me to hear and it made me wondering if too much of something could kill this thing? How and Why?
If we check our daily life, like for material and physical things, it is more or less correct. Too much smoke kills or at least would affect the health. Too much water could kill the plants...
But for the non-material things, is it the same thing and why?
I think it is related to the fact that the human being needs constant change, whatever in the rythm, in the activities and to be unique.
Too much work will make us hate working and kills the ambition to excel in this domain.
if a person talks a lot, we would find that he/she becomes a boring one, with all the stories repeated.
but back to the quote that intrigues me, Too much love kills the love. Why isn't the same with hate. Wouldn't be great if the too much hatred in this world would vanish just like that? does the person have what is called a "normal selection" to which feelings are good to fill life with them and which may lead to the "self destruction"?
or is it related to that the excess of something could ruin it all? as per the prior two things, a perspon needs change and uniqueness.
If we check our daily life, like for material and physical things, it is more or less correct. Too much smoke kills or at least would affect the health. Too much water could kill the plants...
But for the non-material things, is it the same thing and why?
I think it is related to the fact that the human being needs constant change, whatever in the rythm, in the activities and to be unique.
Too much work will make us hate working and kills the ambition to excel in this domain.
if a person talks a lot, we would find that he/she becomes a boring one, with all the stories repeated.
but back to the quote that intrigues me, Too much love kills the love. Why isn't the same with hate. Wouldn't be great if the too much hatred in this world would vanish just like that? does the person have what is called a "normal selection" to which feelings are good to fill life with them and which may lead to the "self destruction"?
or is it related to that the excess of something could ruin it all? as per the prior two things, a perspon needs change and uniqueness.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Why is it difficult to say I love you?
This is a question that always had been intriguing me since long time...
why is it always when coming to feelings, we just keep them inside us?
why we don't say i love you or even i like you even if it is so obvious?
why do we have to wait till we are 500% certain before saying it?
why are we afraid from the reaction and can't act like normal grown up people? if it is a no, then it is a no, and life goes on... but yet, this is not the case for most of people, it changes everything.
why and why.... and we keep wondering and life goes by and at the end, we end up missing lot of "could be" cos we didn't have the courage for one moment to say what we really feel.
why is it always when coming to feelings, we just keep them inside us?
why we don't say i love you or even i like you even if it is so obvious?
why do we have to wait till we are 500% certain before saying it?
why are we afraid from the reaction and can't act like normal grown up people? if it is a no, then it is a no, and life goes on... but yet, this is not the case for most of people, it changes everything.
why and why.... and we keep wondering and life goes by and at the end, we end up missing lot of "could be" cos we didn't have the courage for one moment to say what we really feel.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Rediscovering Egypt
The idea started by mixing two of my favourite things, visiting historical places and monuments, and photography. Both make me discover new horizons and dimensions, through photography i notice the greatness of those places, and at the same time, i'm trying to rediscover places that are hidden to the common people or to discover new aspects for the more common places.
It gives me joy to hold my camera, adjust the settings and click on the button. The result might not be as beautiful as the reality but i also keep in mind those few moments of amazement and excitment. To think what could be behind at door, or what's inside this room and to notice small details that contribute in the whole thing, to be transported to another world that used to be the real world.
I'm just happy and i hope that i could keep it up like that.... Wait for the coming adventures :)
It gives me joy to hold my camera, adjust the settings and click on the button. The result might not be as beautiful as the reality but i also keep in mind those few moments of amazement and excitment. To think what could be behind at door, or what's inside this room and to notice small details that contribute in the whole thing, to be transported to another world that used to be the real world.
I'm just happy and i hope that i could keep it up like that.... Wait for the coming adventures :)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thank you
When your heart wants to feel happy, but your mind is preoccupied, you kind of feel lost in the middle. You want to enjoy your time but you feel there is something missing. It’s like an incomplete happiness.
And that is when you discover that your friends are the best in the world. They try to cheer you up and make you feel better. They make you for a while forget your worries and help you to face your troubles.
And that is when you discover that your friends are the best in the world. They try to cheer you up and make you feel better. They make you for a while forget your worries and help you to face your troubles.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Love kills and resurrects
Aida, the famous Opera by Verdi, is all about Love. The love of country, the love of parents, the love of life.... the love of suffering.
As the stories goes by, we discover that the different loves struggle all together. The soldier defend his country till the last drop of blood, the daughter loves her father and obeys him even if on the account of her love... a person will think first that this is the reality, that one will sacrifice everything for his country and family but.... that's where we are wrong. True love triumphs at the end, even by death. It is not about living happily ever after, it's about living the moment knowing that the other person is just right here, breathing the same air, living and dying... The moment that it is found, nothing else matters, but really what matter more is declaring it and not keeping it for ourselves, just cos being afraid for the consequences, or waiting to be 100% sure but when this moment arrives, it may be too late...
The opera may be tragic specially at its end, but worth to see and live for the few hours outside our world, in a world of love.
As the stories goes by, we discover that the different loves struggle all together. The soldier defend his country till the last drop of blood, the daughter loves her father and obeys him even if on the account of her love... a person will think first that this is the reality, that one will sacrifice everything for his country and family but.... that's where we are wrong. True love triumphs at the end, even by death. It is not about living happily ever after, it's about living the moment knowing that the other person is just right here, breathing the same air, living and dying... The moment that it is found, nothing else matters, but really what matter more is declaring it and not keeping it for ourselves, just cos being afraid for the consequences, or waiting to be 100% sure but when this moment arrives, it may be too late...
The opera may be tragic specially at its end, but worth to see and live for the few hours outside our world, in a world of love.
Monday, January 19, 2009
S.M.S.
Our life has been shortened to an S.M.S which stands for Short Message Service. Yeah it's too short that it's the favourite way to say Merry Christmas or Happy Birthday and now even for any little event that we didn't use to care about.... it's just an SMS, sent to bunch of people, carrying no feelings, just some wishes or greetings and that's it... It's a good invention, for example when being in a meeting and need to tell a friend about something without disturbance, or when abroad and want to say hi to a friend to make him smile but certainly not to be the only way to wish friends a nice time.
i decided few years ago not send greetings through SMS. It's too impersonal. I would rather call my friends and hear their voice than typing few letters and press send...
Let's never forget that living in a tech world should not draft us away from humanity... let's get back to the old fashion world...
still, you can always send me S.M.S, with a nice word that would make me leave everything else and smile for a second or two.... :)
i decided few years ago not send greetings through SMS. It's too impersonal. I would rather call my friends and hear their voice than typing few letters and press send...
Let's never forget that living in a tech world should not draft us away from humanity... let's get back to the old fashion world...
still, you can always send me S.M.S, with a nice word that would make me leave everything else and smile for a second or two.... :)
Friday, January 09, 2009
The first time
How many times do we try to remember when it was the first time?
the first time to do something, the first time to talk to someone, the first time to experience... sometimes we remember and we are happy about it, other times we can't remember as if it has been forever.
it doesn't matter to remember, memories can build up an imaginary world that shields us from seeing the reality. what matters is how we feel about it now, the present.
memories are just there to remind us about our existence and how we evolve into the persons we are now but they are not everything. We should take the moment and live the present.
I guess that would be one of my 2009 resolutions :).
the first time to do something, the first time to talk to someone, the first time to experience... sometimes we remember and we are happy about it, other times we can't remember as if it has been forever.
it doesn't matter to remember, memories can build up an imaginary world that shields us from seeing the reality. what matters is how we feel about it now, the present.
memories are just there to remind us about our existence and how we evolve into the persons we are now but they are not everything. We should take the moment and live the present.
I guess that would be one of my 2009 resolutions :).
Thursday, December 11, 2008
True friendship
Few days ago, i was chatting with one of my dear friends and in the middle of our conversation he made me realise something important; true friendship is when you are just youself; when you don't have to pretend or say something just to not make any offense; you are who you are without any masks to hide behind.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Beyond dreams
I was attending a nice show of Carmen by Antonio Gades Company and I was really touched by a simple old little fat guy who may not be called a dancer yet he was entertaining everybody by his enthusiasm.
How many times we tell ourselves we can’t do it, we are not fit for that and at the end we miss real opportunities to actually do what we want to do, not just what everybody thinks we can do.
It doesn’t matter how you look or how your capabilities are, it only matters what’s in your heart and soul. If you give your best with a true passion, you’ll reach the heart of people and the more important is that you’ll reach heights far beyond your dreams…
How many times we tell ourselves we can’t do it, we are not fit for that and at the end we miss real opportunities to actually do what we want to do, not just what everybody thinks we can do.
It doesn’t matter how you look or how your capabilities are, it only matters what’s in your heart and soul. If you give your best with a true passion, you’ll reach the heart of people and the more important is that you’ll reach heights far beyond your dreams…
Friday, October 17, 2008
Trip to Wadi Degla
Last week i went to a hiking trip to Wadi Degla with SS group.
Wadi Degla is a place worth to visit. It is not very far from Cairo but it's completely as if going to a different planet. The whole trip was amazing, there are no words to describe such a place. At first, as i've been before to this place, i thought it would be the same thing but i was totally wrong. Nothing was the same. I discovered that i was capable to endure such trips, to go up and down the hill, to walk and contemplate the nature.
At a certain moment, we stopped and had few moments to contemplate the nature without speaking. I should say it was a strange feeling to listen to the voice of Silence.. to be one with the nature, to communicate with the soul. Our every day life erase this from our mind. The sound of the living city is the normal thing. The sound of TV at home, family talking, telephone ringing.. those are the normal things. But Silence? what is that strange word. In our world it means saying nothing but still it's not complete silence, it's only silence of the mouth. the other Silence i experienced is like a void pulling u from anything else, like a black hole.
I wish i can do this more often. I need to talk with my inner soul. I hope u can experience this feeling at least once in ur life time.
Wadi Degla is a place worth to visit. It is not very far from Cairo but it's completely as if going to a different planet. The whole trip was amazing, there are no words to describe such a place. At first, as i've been before to this place, i thought it would be the same thing but i was totally wrong. Nothing was the same. I discovered that i was capable to endure such trips, to go up and down the hill, to walk and contemplate the nature.
At a certain moment, we stopped and had few moments to contemplate the nature without speaking. I should say it was a strange feeling to listen to the voice of Silence.. to be one with the nature, to communicate with the soul. Our every day life erase this from our mind. The sound of the living city is the normal thing. The sound of TV at home, family talking, telephone ringing.. those are the normal things. But Silence? what is that strange word. In our world it means saying nothing but still it's not complete silence, it's only silence of the mouth. the other Silence i experienced is like a void pulling u from anything else, like a black hole.
I wish i can do this more often. I need to talk with my inner soul. I hope u can experience this feeling at least once in ur life time.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
the power of ...
These are just little thoughts i wrote in the beginning of this year but i didn't continue it i'm posting it as it is...
What's power? is it the ability to do something, or the authority, or the capacity?
Some people have all the power in their hands, other people just pretend they got the power and the rest, only are subjected to the effect of the power of the others.
If we have power does it allow us to use it as we please to do what we finally want? or this power is subjected to the needs of others?
Is a powereless man more powerful by his strength than a man with all the power in the world but without any other abilities?
I'm not only talking power of ruling like a president or a director, i'm talking about a more simpler thing, the power inside every one of us.
What's power? is it the ability to do something, or the authority, or the capacity?
Some people have all the power in their hands, other people just pretend they got the power and the rest, only are subjected to the effect of the power of the others.
If we have power does it allow us to use it as we please to do what we finally want? or this power is subjected to the needs of others?
Is a powereless man more powerful by his strength than a man with all the power in the world but without any other abilities?
I'm not only talking power of ruling like a president or a director, i'm talking about a more simpler thing, the power inside every one of us.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
10 days ago...
The following story happened exactly 10 days ago...
It was around 10h30pm or 11pm. I've just finished the final exam of my spanish course, got the result which was as expected and heading to my home full of joy. I missed that feeling for a long time, feeling of self content, after achieving something, feeling of relief after hard work (ok i'm exagerating in that last thing, i didn't study hard at all)...
so, like after any class, i walk about 5 minutes to a nearby metro station to go home (metro is really good since it doesn't take time with all the traffic on the roads especially when not crowded). i was in the 1st car, dedicated for the ladies, everything was normal till a guy with his wife and kid stepped into the wagon. One young girl protested, and began to shout, it's againts the rule, he should go off the wagon.. another one disagreed saying when it's late at night there is no such rule... and so one, the more times passes, the more their voices became louder, till they almost fought with hands. everybody else was just indifferent, some were laughing, some not paying attention. i was surprised, why when someone is talking about something right nobody cares? i didn't mind that this family came or not, i was just thinking about what are the rules and they are followed or not. it's a way of living, by or off the rules. most of the people out there didn't like the young girl who overreacted cos someone broke the rules.
i didn't do also what i should do, i just kept silence, watching what's going on.. i'm not proud of myself, i was just afraid to say something, to get caught into something.. i was upset for spoiling my happy moment... and i got off the metro, wondering about the whole situation.
It was around 10h30pm or 11pm. I've just finished the final exam of my spanish course, got the result which was as expected and heading to my home full of joy. I missed that feeling for a long time, feeling of self content, after achieving something, feeling of relief after hard work (ok i'm exagerating in that last thing, i didn't study hard at all)...
so, like after any class, i walk about 5 minutes to a nearby metro station to go home (metro is really good since it doesn't take time with all the traffic on the roads especially when not crowded). i was in the 1st car, dedicated for the ladies, everything was normal till a guy with his wife and kid stepped into the wagon. One young girl protested, and began to shout, it's againts the rule, he should go off the wagon.. another one disagreed saying when it's late at night there is no such rule... and so one, the more times passes, the more their voices became louder, till they almost fought with hands. everybody else was just indifferent, some were laughing, some not paying attention. i was surprised, why when someone is talking about something right nobody cares? i didn't mind that this family came or not, i was just thinking about what are the rules and they are followed or not. it's a way of living, by or off the rules. most of the people out there didn't like the young girl who overreacted cos someone broke the rules.
i didn't do also what i should do, i just kept silence, watching what's going on.. i'm not proud of myself, i was just afraid to say something, to get caught into something.. i was upset for spoiling my happy moment... and i got off the metro, wondering about the whole situation.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Back
i didn't write for a long time, convincing myself that i should only write when something touches me and that's all.... then days passes, months passes, and i don't post anything, waiting for something to shake me to write.. so i lost the main reason why i began this blog in the first place.
it doesn't matter what i write about, big or small, happy or sad. i don't have to lock everything inside myself, i should let it go.
so for who believed in me, who encouraged me, this is for you.
it doesn't matter what i write about, big or small, happy or sad. i don't have to lock everything inside myself, i should let it go.
so for who believed in me, who encouraged me, this is for you.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
My laptop is a TERRORIST
For those who use the underground these days, they have probably noticed the increased security, searching bags for people going inside..
This is good, i don't mind it since it concerns the safety of people and it is the normal thing now in the world, though sometimes it makes me feel that we live in an insecure world.
After finishing something in Dokki, i headed to the metro station over there... i was stopped by a guy asking to look in the bag i carry, which i got used to it lately.. the guy ironically asked me what is this, laptop? i afirmed it, so he told me it is prohibited.. what? he offered me to go to talk with the officer inside. so i went, since i won't lose a thing... anyway i headed to the office where he was sitting, i asked him why is that, he just said we got orders and we have to obey them. so i just told them they should tell that people are upset with this decision but i guess the mentality won't change, orders are to be followed not discussed.
i left the station, very furious, but i decided not to just give up. i decided to take the risk so i walked to the following station at the opera. it isn't very far and i used to walk that distance though i was tired carrying my laptop bag under the sun (i'm still so red after my one day trip to Alex). on my way i was thinking what if i face the same situation and they don't allow me to go in, then i would have done all this for nothing, why not just take a taxi to home... but i just kept walking. i finally arrived at the opera station, i entered without being stopped by anyone, not even searching my bag!!!
i was relieved but, if there were orders, shouldn't they be followed without exceptions everywhere? isn't the opera an important place or cos rarely people use that station?
lot of questions but above all, how far things can go? will we face the day we won't be able to walk on the street cos we r afraid? will the day come when everyone is supsected till he proves the contrary? is the world going to be more crazy than it is right now?
This is good, i don't mind it since it concerns the safety of people and it is the normal thing now in the world, though sometimes it makes me feel that we live in an insecure world.
After finishing something in Dokki, i headed to the metro station over there... i was stopped by a guy asking to look in the bag i carry, which i got used to it lately.. the guy ironically asked me what is this, laptop? i afirmed it, so he told me it is prohibited.. what? he offered me to go to talk with the officer inside. so i went, since i won't lose a thing... anyway i headed to the office where he was sitting, i asked him why is that, he just said we got orders and we have to obey them. so i just told them they should tell that people are upset with this decision but i guess the mentality won't change, orders are to be followed not discussed.
i left the station, very furious, but i decided not to just give up. i decided to take the risk so i walked to the following station at the opera. it isn't very far and i used to walk that distance though i was tired carrying my laptop bag under the sun (i'm still so red after my one day trip to Alex). on my way i was thinking what if i face the same situation and they don't allow me to go in, then i would have done all this for nothing, why not just take a taxi to home... but i just kept walking. i finally arrived at the opera station, i entered without being stopped by anyone, not even searching my bag!!!
i was relieved but, if there were orders, shouldn't they be followed without exceptions everywhere? isn't the opera an important place or cos rarely people use that station?
lot of questions but above all, how far things can go? will we face the day we won't be able to walk on the street cos we r afraid? will the day come when everyone is supsected till he proves the contrary? is the world going to be more crazy than it is right now?
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Hope
Hope is a big word carrying lot of feelings.. hope is the source of energy that makes us able to go further, to carry on with life.. it makes u able to set goals and looking forward to achieve them..
i passed through a period where i have lost it, it was like dying slowly without noticing it, vanishing as if not existing. it takes a lot of will to get back hope, to turn upside down the situation.. sometimes a little thing reminds us with this hope that we once had, a little conversation makes u reevaluate urself, a book that makes u open ur eyes to see the light..
let us move a step forward, let us get back hope to our life...
i passed through a period where i have lost it, it was like dying slowly without noticing it, vanishing as if not existing. it takes a lot of will to get back hope, to turn upside down the situation.. sometimes a little thing reminds us with this hope that we once had, a little conversation makes u reevaluate urself, a book that makes u open ur eyes to see the light..
let us move a step forward, let us get back hope to our life...
Friday, April 06, 2007
stories and thoughts
Sharing:
a little girl, in the metro, with her mom and younger sister. the first thing she did when she opened package of buiscuits is giving a piece to a little boy sitting with his mom next to her.
Sun:
i had a day off yesterday. i took advantage to do some errands. it took me hours but i enjoyed it. walking in the street, the sun is shining (even if it was very hot), walking on the Kasr El Nil bridge.. it has been long time since i did something similar, i forgot the feeling of freedom (freedom from life).
Friends:
I went out with my friends yesterday night. They made a surprise for me and another friend, for our birthdays. i was touched, not cos of the surprise, but cos even though life takes us apart, we r still trying to stay in touch.
Decision:
I decided to change the way i live. Lately i was caught in the routine of work-home, i forgot things i used to enjoy. I was full of energy, now i feel like i'm empty person. It's time to open a new page in my life.
a little girl, in the metro, with her mom and younger sister. the first thing she did when she opened package of buiscuits is giving a piece to a little boy sitting with his mom next to her.
Sun:
i had a day off yesterday. i took advantage to do some errands. it took me hours but i enjoyed it. walking in the street, the sun is shining (even if it was very hot), walking on the Kasr El Nil bridge.. it has been long time since i did something similar, i forgot the feeling of freedom (freedom from life).
Friends:
I went out with my friends yesterday night. They made a surprise for me and another friend, for our birthdays. i was touched, not cos of the surprise, but cos even though life takes us apart, we r still trying to stay in touch.
Decision:
I decided to change the way i live. Lately i was caught in the routine of work-home, i forgot things i used to enjoy. I was full of energy, now i feel like i'm empty person. It's time to open a new page in my life.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Korba Festival
Korba Festival or Spring Festival or whatever it is named.. It was a nice experience. They closed Baghdad street in Korba, only pedestrians. on both sides of the streets, tables, people eating, drinking, buying stuff.. kids with their parents drawing on the street with chalks or paintings. You can see people of all ages, the old and the young, the rich and the poor. There was a little parade but actually just few cars with little decorations for the sponsor, not impressive at all. Only 2 bands played on stage. I believe that if they made it from morning, with different bands to play, it would be more interesting, to discover different types of music. I don't say it wasn't nice, on the contrary, Wust el Balad performed and they were really great.
There are 2 things that really touched me, the place, you could feel that you are transported to a strange, with all th placee specific architecture of El Korba, and the ambiance in the place. It was very charming. The 2nd thing is that i really had a great time with my brother, it has been long time that we didn't do something together. i enjoyed it a lot and somehow i forgot what i was missing. It was a nice day though i wished for a better ending.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
it's my life
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
listening to this song among others, looking through the window at people in the streets, as if i am in a small glass ball watching the world going round while i'm away from everything, nothing in my mind, no worries, no thoughts... just me out there.
try to enjoy one moment every now and then cos sometimes we forget to enjoy living and we end up in the endless loop of life.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Iraq after 4 years...
Today, my aunt who is living till now in Baghdad and 2 of my cousins arrived to Egypt. I was so excited to meet them and get to know them, after all those years (can't say i knew them, we were so young last time we met).
i only passed about 2-3 hours with them today, but it was enough to feel strange. really, what i heard today is beyong any thinking. i can't imagine how they are living, and how they are telling all those stories as a normal thing.
i decided to tell some of them, even if it is not so nice, cos the truth must be told, the stories of the common iraquis must be heard.
i'm sorry if i'll make you more depressed, or more upset, but i just feel i must do this.
i don't know from what to begin, just imagine that they don't have electricity (it would be great if 1 hour in the day), it is freezing, no heat, no light. it is not safe to be outside from 3pm. what is the life if u can't do anything, when u don't have the luxury that normal people have or should have, to just feel safe when u go to work or university, to walk on the street with no fear, to be able to sleep in ur bed knowing that nothing can harm u.
one of my uncles, when going to jordan by bus, el kaeda members stopped the bus and asked if there are any shiites.. well, they asked them to pray, to make sure that they are all sunnis as they said. they would kill if shiit. they took my uncle (who is christian), and held him for a night. anyway nothing happened to him thank God. the "amir" of this group is a 22 years old Saudi guy. Do u know that one to be "amir", has just to kill 10 people to get this title.
it is not safe to go from a place to another, people make false papers, so if i a sunni area, they have paper with sunni last name, or the contrary if going to shiite area. no where is safe, no one is safe. Is this democracy they r shouting night and day in the news and in every interview? i doubt. it is as my brother said, the democracy to kill anyone.
do u know that in some places, they go to a house and kick people living in it, with nothing but their cloth, just to make the area theirs.
i am still under chock of what i heard. i knew the situation was so bad, but when meeting my relatives and hear it from them is totally different than hearing it on the news (though even the news, don't tell details about the normal, average, iraquis).
i'll stop now cos i have nothing more to say
i only passed about 2-3 hours with them today, but it was enough to feel strange. really, what i heard today is beyong any thinking. i can't imagine how they are living, and how they are telling all those stories as a normal thing.
i decided to tell some of them, even if it is not so nice, cos the truth must be told, the stories of the common iraquis must be heard.
i'm sorry if i'll make you more depressed, or more upset, but i just feel i must do this.
i don't know from what to begin, just imagine that they don't have electricity (it would be great if 1 hour in the day), it is freezing, no heat, no light. it is not safe to be outside from 3pm. what is the life if u can't do anything, when u don't have the luxury that normal people have or should have, to just feel safe when u go to work or university, to walk on the street with no fear, to be able to sleep in ur bed knowing that nothing can harm u.
one of my uncles, when going to jordan by bus, el kaeda members stopped the bus and asked if there are any shiites.. well, they asked them to pray, to make sure that they are all sunnis as they said. they would kill if shiit. they took my uncle (who is christian), and held him for a night. anyway nothing happened to him thank God. the "amir" of this group is a 22 years old Saudi guy. Do u know that one to be "amir", has just to kill 10 people to get this title.
it is not safe to go from a place to another, people make false papers, so if i a sunni area, they have paper with sunni last name, or the contrary if going to shiite area. no where is safe, no one is safe. Is this democracy they r shouting night and day in the news and in every interview? i doubt. it is as my brother said, the democracy to kill anyone.
do u know that in some places, they go to a house and kick people living in it, with nothing but their cloth, just to make the area theirs.
i am still under chock of what i heard. i knew the situation was so bad, but when meeting my relatives and hear it from them is totally different than hearing it on the news (though even the news, don't tell details about the normal, average, iraquis).
i'll stop now cos i have nothing more to say
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
12 days of the Year (to be continued)
On the 1st day of the year,
my boss has asked me
to create the dummy neighbours
On the 2nd day of the year,
my boss has asked me
to create the CSV files
to create the dummy neighbours
On the 3rd day of the year,
my boss has asked me
to use my laptop
to create the CSV files
to create the dummy neighbours
On the 4th day of the year,
my boss has asked me
to try shisha
to use my laptop
to create the CSV files
to create the dummy neighbours
On the 5th day of the year,
my boss has asked me
not to sleep early
to try shisha
to use my laptop
to create the CSV files
to create the dummy neighbours
______________________________________________________
Notes:
I began to write this when i had the flue
"My boss" just for the rhythm of the song only, no hard feelings :)
"dummy neighbours" and "CSV" are work terminology
my boss has asked me
to create the dummy neighbours
On the 2nd day of the year,
my boss has asked me
to create the CSV files
to create the dummy neighbours
On the 3rd day of the year,
my boss has asked me
to use my laptop
to create the CSV files
to create the dummy neighbours
On the 4th day of the year,
my boss has asked me
to try shisha
to use my laptop
to create the CSV files
to create the dummy neighbours
On the 5th day of the year,
my boss has asked me
not to sleep early
to try shisha
to use my laptop
to create the CSV files
to create the dummy neighbours
______________________________________________________
Notes:
I began to write this when i had the flue
"My boss" just for the rhythm of the song only, no hard feelings :)
"dummy neighbours" and "CSV" are work terminology
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Goodbye 2006
I didn't really want to talk about my 2006, but as it was my idea in the 1st place here and Blue started it, so here i am.
What i would like to achieve in 2007 is to determine what i want for my life. i know it sounds big, but really i discovered when facing some personal issues that i simply don't know... it is an important question to answer, yet the answer is not as simple as that. it may take a year or two, but at least what i wish is to be on the right track.
2006 was a special year, full of joyful and less joyful events. what had impacted me the most is my trip to jordan, with its ups and downs... i'm thankful that i was able to do it before it's too late.
What i would like to achieve in 2007 is to determine what i want for my life. i know it sounds big, but really i discovered when facing some personal issues that i simply don't know... it is an important question to answer, yet the answer is not as simple as that. it may take a year or two, but at least what i wish is to be on the right track.
2006 was a special year, full of joyful and less joyful events. what had impacted me the most is my trip to jordan, with its ups and downs... i'm thankful that i was able to do it before it's too late.
Friday, December 15, 2006
xmas spirit
i don't know why i feel happy. maybe it is the xmas spirit.... anyway it feels good.
hope u catch it too :)
hope u catch it too :)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
foggy (not froggy)
this morning, while going to work in the bus as i do everyday, things were different. it was very crowded, we took longer time cos of the fog and the accidents (on the me7war).
it was very strange, to see fog so intense, even when looking through the window, i felt it, the air was whity, not clear.. i felt that it is like my life, i can't see what's ahead of me like this morning i couldn't see the adds on the sides of the road. the road exists, and we just roll on ahead, following the flow.. is life like this, following the flow, going on the one track that i can't see where it leads? then at the sudden, i discover myself in a totally strange place, not knowing how i arrived there, feeling lost. lost and stranger, in the middle of noisy life, not able to catch the singing of birds, the whistle of the wind. the wind travels from place to place, carrying all feelings of the earth, people, and living beings. it should carry hope, love and peace, but all i can see is a storm turning me upside down, or should i say it is the storm inside me. what is in me? all i see is emptiness, nothing. like the car on the road in the middle of the fog, i'm trapped in the emptiness of myself...
it was very strange, to see fog so intense, even when looking through the window, i felt it, the air was whity, not clear.. i felt that it is like my life, i can't see what's ahead of me like this morning i couldn't see the adds on the sides of the road. the road exists, and we just roll on ahead, following the flow.. is life like this, following the flow, going on the one track that i can't see where it leads? then at the sudden, i discover myself in a totally strange place, not knowing how i arrived there, feeling lost. lost and stranger, in the middle of noisy life, not able to catch the singing of birds, the whistle of the wind. the wind travels from place to place, carrying all feelings of the earth, people, and living beings. it should carry hope, love and peace, but all i can see is a storm turning me upside down, or should i say it is the storm inside me. what is in me? all i see is emptiness, nothing. like the car on the road in the middle of the fog, i'm trapped in the emptiness of myself...
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Rien / Nothing
Qu'y a-t-il de plus jouissif que de s'arrêter de penser? Cesser enfin ce flot débordant d'idées plus ou moins utiles ou plus ou moins importantes. S'arrêter de penser! Comme si on était mort tout en pouvant redevenir vivant. Etre le vide. Retourner aux origines suprêmes. N'être même plus quelqu'un qui ne pense à rien. Etre rien. Voilà une noble ambition.
extrait du livre "Les Fourmis" de Bernard Werber
Translation
What is more enjoying than stop thinking? to finally cease all those ideas flowing more or less useful, more or less important. Stop thinking! As if we had died while being capable to become alive again. To be the vacuum. Return to the supreme origins. Not to be someone who doesn't think of nothing. To be nothing. This is a noble ambition.
from the book "the Ants" by Bernard Werber
I was reading this book the past few days, and this passage just moved me... maybe cos i have lot of free time to think these days, and sometimes wondering too much about an issue makes it hard, cos u end up asking too many questions, not knowing the answer, not knowing what to do cos obviously thinking too much leads u to several roads and at the end u don't know which one to choose.
extrait du livre "Les Fourmis" de Bernard Werber
Translation
What is more enjoying than stop thinking? to finally cease all those ideas flowing more or less useful, more or less important. Stop thinking! As if we had died while being capable to become alive again. To be the vacuum. Return to the supreme origins. Not to be someone who doesn't think of nothing. To be nothing. This is a noble ambition.
from the book "the Ants" by Bernard Werber
I was reading this book the past few days, and this passage just moved me... maybe cos i have lot of free time to think these days, and sometimes wondering too much about an issue makes it hard, cos u end up asking too many questions, not knowing the answer, not knowing what to do cos obviously thinking too much leads u to several roads and at the end u don't know which one to choose.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
adventures = ?
r u curious about the answer? try to guess...
well it is difficult, since what i'm going to say doesn't happen a lot.
ok, here is my little story, for u it will be very funny, and u'll say the poor girl, what a luck!
Here is the whole story... just don't laugh too much :)
everyday i come back to the hotel, i notice a small pizzeria near it, on the corner of the street. by the way pizzerias and taxi phone (shop for talking on the phone) r everywhere in Algeria.
I decided today, since i was a little hungry and well i thought it would be nice to go out for a little on my own, to go and have lunch there.
There was a even a movie on the tv, and i wanted to see it, but i told myself i have to go out, not stay in the hotel as almost everyday.
so, i went out and.. as soon as i stepped out in the street, it began to ran. i decided, it just just 2 steps, i can just walk quickly and arrive at the pizzeria, and have dinner and hopefully rain will stop by then. actually, things didn't go as planned. first in the few mintues i walked, i was like drowned. i always try to look to the bright side, i don't get to walk under heavy rain a lot in cairo.
but sometimes the bright is too bright that it makes u so blind and u see it dark. well it wasn't only the rain. there is a cafeteria beside the pizzeria, i just entered for shelter from the rain, and well thought i can find something to eat like sandwich or a meal. well, i was surprised that they told me there is no food, no sandwich, no french fries, nothing except croissant and drinks. they told me if i come earlier, at 3-4pm, there will be but since it is 5h30pm, everything is finished. it is so weired. in egypt, any cafe, u find food anytimes, sometimes u ask for something and there is not, but i never faced a situation like that.
anyway i decided to take a croissant and a pepsi, and to wait for the rain to stop. i waited about an hour, sitting on a chair that is not very stable, watching the sky, feeling like i'm out of the picture. it was crowded, no girls or women, young guys talking loud... and i just was sitting there thinking my sense of adventure got me to that point... then i rememberd a friend telling me that he doesn't like the number 13. i don't believe in that stuff, but at this moment, i just smiled and told myself, he is right today ;-)
well it ended that the rain became light, so i just walk out back to the hotel. and i'll probably have a yogourt or cereale for the dinner tonight.
see.. this is what adventures lead to :-)
well it is difficult, since what i'm going to say doesn't happen a lot.
ok, here is my little story, for u it will be very funny, and u'll say the poor girl, what a luck!
Here is the whole story... just don't laugh too much :)
everyday i come back to the hotel, i notice a small pizzeria near it, on the corner of the street. by the way pizzerias and taxi phone (shop for talking on the phone) r everywhere in Algeria.
I decided today, since i was a little hungry and well i thought it would be nice to go out for a little on my own, to go and have lunch there.
There was a even a movie on the tv, and i wanted to see it, but i told myself i have to go out, not stay in the hotel as almost everyday.
so, i went out and.. as soon as i stepped out in the street, it began to ran. i decided, it just just 2 steps, i can just walk quickly and arrive at the pizzeria, and have dinner and hopefully rain will stop by then. actually, things didn't go as planned. first in the few mintues i walked, i was like drowned. i always try to look to the bright side, i don't get to walk under heavy rain a lot in cairo.
but sometimes the bright is too bright that it makes u so blind and u see it dark. well it wasn't only the rain. there is a cafeteria beside the pizzeria, i just entered for shelter from the rain, and well thought i can find something to eat like sandwich or a meal. well, i was surprised that they told me there is no food, no sandwich, no french fries, nothing except croissant and drinks. they told me if i come earlier, at 3-4pm, there will be but since it is 5h30pm, everything is finished. it is so weired. in egypt, any cafe, u find food anytimes, sometimes u ask for something and there is not, but i never faced a situation like that.
anyway i decided to take a croissant and a pepsi, and to wait for the rain to stop. i waited about an hour, sitting on a chair that is not very stable, watching the sky, feeling like i'm out of the picture. it was crowded, no girls or women, young guys talking loud... and i just was sitting there thinking my sense of adventure got me to that point... then i rememberd a friend telling me that he doesn't like the number 13. i don't believe in that stuff, but at this moment, i just smiled and told myself, he is right today ;-)
well it ended that the rain became light, so i just walk out back to the hotel. and i'll probably have a yogourt or cereale for the dinner tonight.
see.. this is what adventures lead to :-)
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Destination Kourou 99
7 years ago, from 5/9 till 14/9, i had the most wonderful trip of my life.
it all began in the year 1998/1999. it was a competition between schools, and at the end, we were 9 winners, from 9 schools.
we didn't just win a 10 days trip, we won something more important, friendship, which is priceless.
i can't believe that it has been actually 7 years since we travelled. i still remember our first meeting, we barely knew each other, we were gathered by fate.
now, after 7 years, we graduated from universities, we have different carriers... each one of us had his own life but, we still have this common thing that bond us together, Kourou.
we shared great memories together, even after our return to egypt, with the famous Tomber la Chemise ;)
I miss u all, i wish i was there to celebrate.
it all began in the year 1998/1999. it was a competition between schools, and at the end, we were 9 winners, from 9 schools.
we didn't just win a 10 days trip, we won something more important, friendship, which is priceless.
i can't believe that it has been actually 7 years since we travelled. i still remember our first meeting, we barely knew each other, we were gathered by fate.
now, after 7 years, we graduated from universities, we have different carriers... each one of us had his own life but, we still have this common thing that bond us together, Kourou.
we shared great memories together, even after our return to egypt, with the famous Tomber la Chemise ;)
I miss u all, i wish i was there to celebrate.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Egyptians in the eye of Algerians
i heard many things from algerians i met about egyptians & egypt..
the most funny one is that egyptians have a big table on breakfast, eat a lot of things. and this comment was by many, not one only. they have this picture from the egyptian movies.
when i tell them that i eat bigger breakfast in hotel here than in egypt, they were surprised.
breakfast for algerians, just coffee and maybe croissant.
algerian women like to watch egyptian series (el mosalsalat). it is very important for them.
so u can imagine what is the idea about egypt.
this is the reason why it is more easy for algerians to understand egyptians rather than the contrary.
they see egypt as a big country, with a big civilization.
very crowded, live and noisy.
egyptians still preserve their identity. u see cos of the colonization by the french, they got a lot of things from the french. it affected everything from the style of life till even the language, all algerians speak french, and they use it daily also, not only arabic.
the most funny one is that egyptians have a big table on breakfast, eat a lot of things. and this comment was by many, not one only. they have this picture from the egyptian movies.
when i tell them that i eat bigger breakfast in hotel here than in egypt, they were surprised.
breakfast for algerians, just coffee and maybe croissant.
algerian women like to watch egyptian series (el mosalsalat). it is very important for them.
so u can imagine what is the idea about egypt.
this is the reason why it is more easy for algerians to understand egyptians rather than the contrary.
they see egypt as a big country, with a big civilization.
very crowded, live and noisy.
egyptians still preserve their identity. u see cos of the colonization by the french, they got a lot of things from the french. it affected everything from the style of life till even the language, all algerians speak french, and they use it daily also, not only arabic.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Road to Algeria
I heard that Algeria is a nice country to visit, but you should see it yourself to judge.
But to get there, it is not easy, especially if your flying in Algerian Airways. At the ticket office, they told me to be at the airport 3 hours before the flight, i think they should have said, 2 hours after the flight. ok i'm exagerating a little, but our flight was delayed 1h30. we were supposed to fly at 16h15, they annouced boarding at 17h00, we took off at 18h45 (you never forget exactly the time of everything if you are in that kind of situations.. lol)
Anyway, i thought that it was some kind of emergency that caused that delay... but i found at later that this is the normal, the plane is always delayed 1 hour at least.
The plane was very small, very crowded, no entertainment at all, no TV (only screens to see where we are in earth, to wish to just arrive as soon as possible), even no radio (this is the least in the aeroplanes, for a 4 hour trip).
The only good thing that made me forget all about that, was the good company. i was sitting next to the corridor, on my right, was a young woman and her mother, both algerians, on the other side of the corridor was a young girl, 19 years old, algerian too.
it made the trip totally different, we talked about everything, about differences between our cultures, it is very interesting.
We finally arrived, landing was a little bit hard, but we made it safely. there was a funny thing, my friends warned me that algeriansw will get up and open the hatch for hand luggage, before the plane is completely parked. and they did, and the crew had to just ask everybody to sit down several times.
anyway after finishing the passport thing and get my passport, went out to look for the driver that was supposed to pick me up. well i found a guy with a paper written on it the name of the company but with a name of another guy. so i asked him is there another driver from the company, he answered no, i asked if he knew there would be someone waiting for me, negative answer too. i went to try and look for someone else, didn't find, so i returned back again to ask, he said he is waiting for a guy. so since i had colleagues in algeria, i just contacted them and they told that the driver is in the airport. you won't believe this... it was that guy, he was supposed to pick me and 2 other guys, and had even my name in the schedule.. i don't know if he thought my name was a boy's name or what.. anyway finally after maybe an hour, we left the airport just me and one of the guys, the 3rd one whose name was on the paper didn't show up.
so.. after that long day, sleeping was the best to do :)
to be continued
But to get there, it is not easy, especially if your flying in Algerian Airways. At the ticket office, they told me to be at the airport 3 hours before the flight, i think they should have said, 2 hours after the flight. ok i'm exagerating a little, but our flight was delayed 1h30. we were supposed to fly at 16h15, they annouced boarding at 17h00, we took off at 18h45 (you never forget exactly the time of everything if you are in that kind of situations.. lol)
Anyway, i thought that it was some kind of emergency that caused that delay... but i found at later that this is the normal, the plane is always delayed 1 hour at least.
The plane was very small, very crowded, no entertainment at all, no TV (only screens to see where we are in earth, to wish to just arrive as soon as possible), even no radio (this is the least in the aeroplanes, for a 4 hour trip).
The only good thing that made me forget all about that, was the good company. i was sitting next to the corridor, on my right, was a young woman and her mother, both algerians, on the other side of the corridor was a young girl, 19 years old, algerian too.
it made the trip totally different, we talked about everything, about differences between our cultures, it is very interesting.
We finally arrived, landing was a little bit hard, but we made it safely. there was a funny thing, my friends warned me that algeriansw will get up and open the hatch for hand luggage, before the plane is completely parked. and they did, and the crew had to just ask everybody to sit down several times.
anyway after finishing the passport thing and get my passport, went out to look for the driver that was supposed to pick me up. well i found a guy with a paper written on it the name of the company but with a name of another guy. so i asked him is there another driver from the company, he answered no, i asked if he knew there would be someone waiting for me, negative answer too. i went to try and look for someone else, didn't find, so i returned back again to ask, he said he is waiting for a guy. so since i had colleagues in algeria, i just contacted them and they told that the driver is in the airport. you won't believe this... it was that guy, he was supposed to pick me and 2 other guys, and had even my name in the schedule.. i don't know if he thought my name was a boy's name or what.. anyway finally after maybe an hour, we left the airport just me and one of the guys, the 3rd one whose name was on the paper didn't show up.
so.. after that long day, sleeping was the best to do :)
to be continued
Monday, September 04, 2006
Bye Bye Andre
Andre Agassi, after a long career, played his last match yesterday at the US Open.
I'm not going to talk about his achivements throughout his long carrier, i'll leave it to others cos it is easy to get the records.
what i want to say is what i feel personnaly about him as a person. I began to have interest in tennis in the early 90's, and Andre was the first tennis player i cheered for. I still remember him, with his long yellow hair.
after that period, i don't have much memories about him, till i saw him playing in the French Open in 1999. and i almost didn't like him at that period, i don't know why, but when u just don't like the guy. maybe cos his image had changed from the time i watched him, maybe cos he had beaten my favourite player in that tournment (the 98 champion)...
anyway what struck me most, during that match, that though he was far beyond, he came back in the final to win it. he never gives up, he is dedicated himself to what he is doing.
so over the past few years, i was just pleased to know he his playing around even though lately not that much. He had proved that it is not all about the age, it is about the heart, though there are younger players with more energy, he was still present in tennis courts with his hardwork and his love for the game.
it is rare to find nowadays people doing their job with so much dedication, love, respect without being caught in the routine of life.
so, farewell Andre, will miss u.
I'm not going to talk about his achivements throughout his long carrier, i'll leave it to others cos it is easy to get the records.
what i want to say is what i feel personnaly about him as a person. I began to have interest in tennis in the early 90's, and Andre was the first tennis player i cheered for. I still remember him, with his long yellow hair.
after that period, i don't have much memories about him, till i saw him playing in the French Open in 1999. and i almost didn't like him at that period, i don't know why, but when u just don't like the guy. maybe cos his image had changed from the time i watched him, maybe cos he had beaten my favourite player in that tournment (the 98 champion)...
anyway what struck me most, during that match, that though he was far beyond, he came back in the final to win it. he never gives up, he is dedicated himself to what he is doing.
so over the past few years, i was just pleased to know he his playing around even though lately not that much. He had proved that it is not all about the age, it is about the heart, though there are younger players with more energy, he was still present in tennis courts with his hardwork and his love for the game.
it is rare to find nowadays people doing their job with so much dedication, love, respect without being caught in the routine of life.
so, farewell Andre, will miss u.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
CHANGES
I changed to the new beta version of blogger as u had probably noticed.
I didn't finish yet the whole changes, i'll announce when i'll complete labeling all my posts (i didn't realize it would be a huge task :) )
I hope with the new layout, i'll have a new start.
If u have any comment about it, let me know.
By the way, i changed to the blue cos it is my favourite colour
I didn't finish yet the whole changes, i'll announce when i'll complete labeling all my posts (i didn't realize it would be a huge task :) )
I hope with the new layout, i'll have a new start.
If u have any comment about it, let me know.
By the way, i changed to the blue cos it is my favourite colour
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
sorry for not writing for a while. i'll only keep posting on my photo blog for the time being.
thanks to free soul, for those lyrics.
http://freesoul83.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html
thanks to free soul, for those lyrics.
http://freesoul83.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
no comment
i wish i had something to say that is far away from war and suffering.
i wish i was millions away from this world that seem so embarissing.
what is gone to the world? what happened to the people?
i couldn't watch tv cos changing channels didn't change the news.
even where i am, there was a bomb. i didn't hear explosion, but sure it was a reminder of what the world had turned to.
i don't care what happens next, cos this world is not worthy to live in. life is not like movies where at the end everything ends happily. no, this is not the real world. maybe i was too naive, to believe in those dreams till now, maybe i was too blind to see, or i wanted to believe what i wanted to see. i had dreams, i had hopes, i was living in a child's world.
i wish i was millions away from this world that seem so embarissing.
what is gone to the world? what happened to the people?
i couldn't watch tv cos changing channels didn't change the news.
even where i am, there was a bomb. i didn't hear explosion, but sure it was a reminder of what the world had turned to.
i don't care what happens next, cos this world is not worthy to live in. life is not like movies where at the end everything ends happily. no, this is not the real world. maybe i was too naive, to believe in those dreams till now, maybe i was too blind to see, or i wanted to believe what i wanted to see. i had dreams, i had hopes, i was living in a child's world.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
first impressions on Karachi
well.. this time i'm in Asia, not Africa. i'm in Karachi, Pakistan.
Karachi is a city by the sea, the weather is hot (like egypt) but more humid. it is very crowded, population in pakistan is around 150 millions.
driving is worse than in egypt (never thought there are worst drivers than egyptians until i arrived here).
there are a lot of motorcycles, toc toc, and very colorful microbus (will try to catch in photo).
people are trying to be friendly but the problem is that not a lot talk english.. even my driver, doesn't know english very much (i thought first i'm not used to the accent of the pakistanis, but i discovered than he doesn't know english at all, just few words hotel, office...)
it is the only country i visited where they put a camera right in front of you in the airport when stamping the passport at the checkout.
Karachi is a city by the sea, the weather is hot (like egypt) but more humid. it is very crowded, population in pakistan is around 150 millions.
driving is worse than in egypt (never thought there are worst drivers than egyptians until i arrived here).
there are a lot of motorcycles, toc toc, and very colorful microbus (will try to catch in photo).
people are trying to be friendly but the problem is that not a lot talk english.. even my driver, doesn't know english very much (i thought first i'm not used to the accent of the pakistanis, but i discovered than he doesn't know english at all, just few words hotel, office...)
it is the only country i visited where they put a camera right in front of you in the airport when stamping the passport at the checkout.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Food specialities:
Attieké: it grains of Manioc cooked like couscous (equivalent to rice)
Foutou: (i don’t know how it is done or what is it exactly but also replacement of rice)
Deje: kind of juice, made of yogurt, seeds of wheet. (Very sweet).
Tchep: method to cook rice
Alloco: fried banana
Notes:
Ivorians like spices a lot.
Also they eat a lot fish and meat.
There are some Lebanese restaurants (Lebanese are everywhere in African countries in general).
Foutou: (i don’t know how it is done or what is it exactly but also replacement of rice)
Deje: kind of juice, made of yogurt, seeds of wheet. (Very sweet).
Tchep: method to cook rice
Alloco: fried banana
Notes:
Ivorians like spices a lot.
Also they eat a lot fish and meat.
There are some Lebanese restaurants (Lebanese are everywhere in African countries in general).
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Akwaba (welcome)
i'm back to egypt after a month in Abidjan (biggest city in Côte d'Ivoire).
i decided to make a different coverage about my trip, it will not be just writing what i did or see, but about small things that touched me in a way or other.
i stayed overall 1 month (2 weeks extra). i didn't have much time to go around and discover the country cos i had a lot of work to do, but i tried as much as i can to talk about different issues with ivorians (mostly with Adam my driver).
well, i think i'll continue later, not really in mood now.
i decided to make a different coverage about my trip, it will not be just writing what i did or see, but about small things that touched me in a way or other.
i stayed overall 1 month (2 weeks extra). i didn't have much time to go around and discover the country cos i had a lot of work to do, but i tried as much as i can to talk about different issues with ivorians (mostly with Adam my driver).
well, i think i'll continue later, not really in mood now.
Friday, May 26, 2006
hi from abidjan
i'm currently in cote d'ivoire for work. i don't have time to post, i'll post about my trip when back in cairo after 10 days
so take care till then
so take care till then
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
back
it has been a while since i wrote anything due to work and life.. but here i am. i don't talk about what everybody talks about these days... not cos i don't have something to say but cos i just feel that i want to think about other things, and cos i guess that u can find discussions about all that.
never mind, i'll just write what i wanted to say today in my post :)
i was confronted to 2 persons today that made me surprised in their behavior. the 1st person, was an officer. these guys are usually poor, and in my opinion, they suffer too. he was, with 2 others, at the door of the embassy of Ivory Coast. i wanted to enter, so he showed me the way, cos to enter, u have to go in the garden around the building till u arrive to the stairs.
after i finished and i came down, i found him and showed me the way out. i thought that he did it cos he wanted to take tips (i usually don't like those situations) so i took 1LE out of my pocket but he refused (now i was embarrassed).
the 2nd person was a taxi driver. i took a taxi from Tahrir Square to Zamalek. just after i entered he said to discuss the fair saying that petrol prices are higher (in egypt they are not going up, they just made a new more expensive type of petrol but the old types still the same). he wanted a big price compared to the distance (he asked for what i would pay to go from Tahrir to Heliopolis). and i wanted to pay half what he asked for. anyway, i payed him more than i was intending to do, but he didn't like it and asked for more. i just wanted to say that maybe i won't deal with him again, but treating customers like this, will make them to dislike him.
just after that situation; i thought about the 1st guy, and the differences between the 2 situations and the 2 people.
never mind, i'll just write what i wanted to say today in my post :)
i was confronted to 2 persons today that made me surprised in their behavior. the 1st person, was an officer. these guys are usually poor, and in my opinion, they suffer too. he was, with 2 others, at the door of the embassy of Ivory Coast. i wanted to enter, so he showed me the way, cos to enter, u have to go in the garden around the building till u arrive to the stairs.
after i finished and i came down, i found him and showed me the way out. i thought that he did it cos he wanted to take tips (i usually don't like those situations) so i took 1LE out of my pocket but he refused (now i was embarrassed).
the 2nd person was a taxi driver. i took a taxi from Tahrir Square to Zamalek. just after i entered he said to discuss the fair saying that petrol prices are higher (in egypt they are not going up, they just made a new more expensive type of petrol but the old types still the same). he wanted a big price compared to the distance (he asked for what i would pay to go from Tahrir to Heliopolis). and i wanted to pay half what he asked for. anyway, i payed him more than i was intending to do, but he didn't like it and asked for more. i just wanted to say that maybe i won't deal with him again, but treating customers like this, will make them to dislike him.
just after that situation; i thought about the 1st guy, and the differences between the 2 situations and the 2 people.
Monday, April 24, 2006
3 explosions + holiday + sinai
does it ring bells?
i can't express what i feel. what is that world? explosions every where, people killed any time.. for what???
i can't express what i feel. what is that world? explosions every where, people killed any time.. for what???
Saturday, April 22, 2006
looking for nothing
after working almost 24 hours a day (i only slept one hour last night, or i should say this morning), all i want is to have a time off and do NOTHING.
i don't know what i'll do the next few days, fortunatly it is vacation, so i'll take maybe a day or two not to think about the rest of the work to be done.
all i want to do is sleep, say sorry if the last few days i was not so nice with people, and enjoy the nothing and stay away from my pc.
i guess it is time to go and sleeeeeeep and enjoy no one wakes me up, (not my mom, not the alarm)
by the way, in the case i sleep till tuesday (ya reit), Happy Easter and Happy Sham El Nassim.
i don't know what i'll do the next few days, fortunatly it is vacation, so i'll take maybe a day or two not to think about the rest of the work to be done.
all i want to do is sleep, say sorry if the last few days i was not so nice with people, and enjoy the nothing and stay away from my pc.
i guess it is time to go and sleeeeeeep and enjoy no one wakes me up, (not my mom, not the alarm)
by the way, in the case i sleep till tuesday (ya reit), Happy Easter and Happy Sham El Nassim.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
song
L'hymne à l'amour by Edith Piaf (1949)
Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer
Et la terre peut bien s'écrouler
Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes
Je me fous du monde entier
Tant qu'l'amour inond'ra mes matins
Tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains
Peu m'importe les problèmes
Mon amour puisque tu m'aimes
J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde
Je me ferais teindre en blonde
Si tu me le demandais
J'irais décrocher la lune
J'irais voler la fortune
Si tu me le demandais
Je renierais ma patrie
Je renierais mes amis
Si tu me le demandais
On peut bien rire de moi
Je ferais n'importe quoi
Si tu me le demandais
Si un jour la vie t'arrache à moi
Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi
Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes
Car moi je mourrais aussi
Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité
Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité
Dans le ciel plus de problèmes
Mon amour crois-tu qu'on s'aime
Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment
Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer
Et la terre peut bien s'écrouler
Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes
Je me fous du monde entier
Tant qu'l'amour inond'ra mes matins
Tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains
Peu m'importe les problèmes
Mon amour puisque tu m'aimes
J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde
Je me ferais teindre en blonde
Si tu me le demandais
J'irais décrocher la lune
J'irais voler la fortune
Si tu me le demandais
Je renierais ma patrie
Je renierais mes amis
Si tu me le demandais
On peut bien rire de moi
Je ferais n'importe quoi
Si tu me le demandais
Si un jour la vie t'arrache à moi
Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi
Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes
Car moi je mourrais aussi
Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité
Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité
Dans le ciel plus de problèmes
Mon amour crois-tu qu'on s'aime
Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
why falling?
I like to know about languages and stories behind words or sentences.
today, on my home from work, there was a lot of traffic so we took more time than the usual. a strange thought crossed my mind. the saying "falling in love" is the same in english, arabic and french. (usually expressions differ from one language to another).
i was thinking, why the verb "falling"? well, i believe that it is inapropiate cos when someone is in love, he is not falling but he is going on the opposit way, as if on a high cloud in the sky, so that he doesn't see what's under him. when you are in love, you are feeling like flying away from everything but not falling at all :).
also people say that when you love, you are free. i believe that it is not that totally true cos you could be liberated but still there are new bounds in your life (even if nice bounds), the simplest thing is that when you are in love, you are not alone, there is the other person, so as much as there is freedom, as much as that you become more attached.
today, on my home from work, there was a lot of traffic so we took more time than the usual. a strange thought crossed my mind. the saying "falling in love" is the same in english, arabic and french. (usually expressions differ from one language to another).
i was thinking, why the verb "falling"? well, i believe that it is inapropiate cos when someone is in love, he is not falling but he is going on the opposit way, as if on a high cloud in the sky, so that he doesn't see what's under him. when you are in love, you are feeling like flying away from everything but not falling at all :).
also people say that when you love, you are free. i believe that it is not that totally true cos you could be liberated but still there are new bounds in your life (even if nice bounds), the simplest thing is that when you are in love, you are not alone, there is the other person, so as much as there is freedom, as much as that you become more attached.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
msn beda2y
my friends and me were in a place with very loud music so that we couldn't hear our conversations very good... so this was the solution :)
it was really fun.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
few days ago i was faced with the question why i created my blog?
i couldn't find a specific answer to that question at that time, but i guess i discovered the answer when i checked some of what i wrote during the last year. i discovered what is life about. it is about the little things we see or feel, but without sharing all that, we lose something of it.
looking back to the past year, i feel i'm older (not just adding a number to my age), but older with all the experiences i had, the good and the bad.
i know that i changed a lot, i'm not the same person as i was.
sometimes i feel so happy, sometimes i feel so bad, but i learned that friends are there all the time, u just have to trust them, i hope i'll be able to do it and break the walls around me.
i couldn't find a specific answer to that question at that time, but i guess i discovered the answer when i checked some of what i wrote during the last year. i discovered what is life about. it is about the little things we see or feel, but without sharing all that, we lose something of it.
looking back to the past year, i feel i'm older (not just adding a number to my age), but older with all the experiences i had, the good and the bad.
i know that i changed a lot, i'm not the same person as i was.
sometimes i feel so happy, sometimes i feel so bad, but i learned that friends are there all the time, u just have to trust them, i hope i'll be able to do it and break the walls around me.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
prayer
let's pray for peace and for all the people suffering in the world.
time goes by but the feelings never die.
it may take a year or two, or even five, but there is still hope alive.
so when you go to sleep tonight, say a prayer to end the fights.
time goes by but the feelings never die.
it may take a year or two, or even five, but there is still hope alive.
so when you go to sleep tonight, say a prayer to end the fights.
surprising scene
few days ago, i was in a taxi in dokki and the street was a little crowded, so we were moving with moderate speed. we crossed by a woman, in a wheel chair, opening the driver's door to enter.
i was happy to see that. i know that there are not a lot of facilities for the disabled (almost inexistant) so i was suprised and at the same time i was excited about it so i'm sharing this with u cos instead of her disability + the lack of facilities in the country, she was able to drive a car. if i saw the same woman in another country, i wouldn't be as much surprised as to c her in cairo.
i was happy to see that. i know that there are not a lot of facilities for the disabled (almost inexistant) so i was suprised and at the same time i was excited about it so i'm sharing this with u cos instead of her disability + the lack of facilities in the country, she was able to drive a car. if i saw the same woman in another country, i wouldn't be as much surprised as to c her in cairo.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
30 September 1945
This is an extract from the journal of Dr. Michihiko Hyachiya, a Japenese doctor who was in Hiroshima when the 1st atomic bomb in the world was dropped, the 6th of august 1945.
in his journal, he writes about what he felt, what he observed (it was the 1st time to see such symptoms for radiation, they didn't know what was it at first), as a doctor and as a survivor.
this is extract is a converstion between the doctor and an american soldier who was visiting the hospital, after the japense emperor had announced the defeat and americans began to arrive in the city.
30 September 1945
... one of them standing near the window said suddenly,
- and you what do you think about the bombardement?
- i am buddhist i answered, and since childhood i was taught to resign. I lost myhome and my health but i consider myself a lucky man because my life and my wife's were preserved.
- i can't share your sentiments, said the young american soldier. in your place, i think i would make a lawsuit to the responsible country.
He was still there for a moment, contemplating the ruins before leaving.
Longtime afterwards, i had the feeling hearing him saying: "making a lawsuit to the country... making a lawsuit..."
i had the feeling that that these words will remain incomprehensible forever.
P.S. i translate this from french
it was published in Science & Vie no 1055 August 2005
in his journal, he writes about what he felt, what he observed (it was the 1st time to see such symptoms for radiation, they didn't know what was it at first), as a doctor and as a survivor.
this is extract is a converstion between the doctor and an american soldier who was visiting the hospital, after the japense emperor had announced the defeat and americans began to arrive in the city.
30 September 1945
... one of them standing near the window said suddenly,
- and you what do you think about the bombardement?
- i am buddhist i answered, and since childhood i was taught to resign. I lost myhome and my health but i consider myself a lucky man because my life and my wife's were preserved.
- i can't share your sentiments, said the young american soldier. in your place, i think i would make a lawsuit to the responsible country.
He was still there for a moment, contemplating the ruins before leaving.
Longtime afterwards, i had the feeling hearing him saying: "making a lawsuit to the country... making a lawsuit..."
i had the feeling that that these words will remain incomprehensible forever.
P.S. i translate this from french
it was published in Science & Vie no 1055 August 2005
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
My New Blog
i'll post in the new blog events (concerts, exhibition... ) in egypt and it will be updated weekly.
i got this idea cos i receive a lot of mails about events or read in the newspaper... so i guess it would be nice if everything is gathered in one place.
i started by putting music events... starting from next month, i'll add other events such as exhibitions, conferences...
i hope u'll enjoy it.
here is the link: http://eventsinegypt.blogspot.com/
i got this idea cos i receive a lot of mails about events or read in the newspaper... so i guess it would be nice if everything is gathered in one place.
i started by putting music events... starting from next month, i'll add other events such as exhibitions, conferences...
i hope u'll enjoy it.
here is the link: http://eventsinegypt.blogspot.com/
Thursday, March 09, 2006
dedicated to my friends
i had a weird feeling today. i believe that even good friends, when time passes and each one goes in a separate way, this friendship fade a little and becomes weaker. but today, i met/ talked to friends i didn't meet for a long time (some for months), all in one day at different times.
i discovered how happy i was, and i felt that it was just like yesterday that we last met, and most important, i felt that this friendship didn't die no matter what happened, and i realized that i miss them even if i don't admit it.
i discovered how happy i was, and i felt that it was just like yesterday that we last met, and most important, i felt that this friendship didn't die no matter what happened, and i realized that i miss them even if i don't admit it.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Le Clemenceau fait demi tour
Few weeks ago, there were some concerns about Le Clemenceau (a french military ship) to continue its trip to India where it was going to be dismantled and disamianted (not sure about this word). It stayed a week in Suez Canal before allowing to continue its trip to India.
And now according to La Tribune, arrived to destination, it will go back to France to reexamine it and determine how much dangerous material is on it (officially they say it is around 40 tons of amiant but some reports say it is far more than that).
but this time, the way back to France will not pass by Suez Canal, but all around Africa.
This is how things should go, even if this operation will cost a lot of money for the country, even if at the end they will discover someone hided the truth of how much it is dangerous, they are not afraid to admit they were wrong and assume theire responsabilities and show the example to the rest of the world.
And now according to La Tribune, arrived to destination, it will go back to France to reexamine it and determine how much dangerous material is on it (officially they say it is around 40 tons of amiant but some reports say it is far more than that).
but this time, the way back to France will not pass by Suez Canal, but all around Africa.
This is how things should go, even if this operation will cost a lot of money for the country, even if at the end they will discover someone hided the truth of how much it is dangerous, they are not afraid to admit they were wrong and assume theire responsabilities and show the example to the rest of the world.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
khadra
khadra... a girl like me... same age... egyptian... big eyes... that's all the similarities between us
she is married, she has a 6 months old boy and she has cancer and me, i'm an engineer, i work, and i'm in good health.
i met her at the hospital for cancer. she was sitting with 3 other girls (2 of them has also cancer and are as young as she is). they were eating oranges, and talking and laughing.
that day, i entered to different rooms, met people, mostly old, who are treated also from cancer. some have family members with them, a daughter, a brother, a sister, grandchildren, others are alone.
i was touched by those girls cos they kept their spirit, they said that if they don't do that, they won't get anything except sorrow. they are full of life and hope..
how many times do we lack of this hope? how many times the world seems so dark, with no future? how many times we don't notice all the blessing we have: family who take care for us, friends who love us... no body lives in a perfect world and certainly life is not a nice dream, but at least we should realize what we have, be grateful and always remember that somewhere, someone has not all what we got.
she is married, she has a 6 months old boy and she has cancer and me, i'm an engineer, i work, and i'm in good health.
i met her at the hospital for cancer. she was sitting with 3 other girls (2 of them has also cancer and are as young as she is). they were eating oranges, and talking and laughing.
that day, i entered to different rooms, met people, mostly old, who are treated also from cancer. some have family members with them, a daughter, a brother, a sister, grandchildren, others are alone.
i was touched by those girls cos they kept their spirit, they said that if they don't do that, they won't get anything except sorrow. they are full of life and hope..
how many times do we lack of this hope? how many times the world seems so dark, with no future? how many times we don't notice all the blessing we have: family who take care for us, friends who love us... no body lives in a perfect world and certainly life is not a nice dream, but at least we should realize what we have, be grateful and always remember that somewhere, someone has not all what we got.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
the final
i had made my mind before the semi final match to not cheer the egyptian football team... it is not cos i'm not patriotic, but it's a decision i made after what i've seen.
and now, i just read an email asking all the fans in the stadium to say for 3 minutes before the start of the match "صلى الله على محمد .. صلى الله عليه وسلم" to protest for the denmark issue, and to tell everybody by forwarding email or sending sms so even people in houses and after the match repeat the same thing...
why not ask the players to wear a black mark for all the people killed in the ferry accident???
(by the way, during the match agains the congo, we were asked to stay one minute in silence cos it happened on the same day, but will people invite to do that?)
this has gone very far. first, this is sport, and in sport we have to forget any political, social, racism issues... sports carry the message of peace and love... i wish that people understand this one day. that refusing to play a player or a team cos from a certain country has nothing to do with sports (just one example).
and now, i just read an email asking all the fans in the stadium to say for 3 minutes before the start of the match "صلى الله على محمد .. صلى الله عليه وسلم" to protest for the denmark issue, and to tell everybody by forwarding email or sending sms so even people in houses and after the match repeat the same thing...
why not ask the players to wear a black mark for all the people killed in the ferry accident???
(by the way, during the match agains the congo, we were asked to stay one minute in silence cos it happened on the same day, but will people invite to do that?)
this has gone very far. first, this is sport, and in sport we have to forget any political, social, racism issues... sports carry the message of peace and love... i wish that people understand this one day. that refusing to play a player or a team cos from a certain country has nothing to do with sports (just one example).
why???
why all people talking about football, say that it's nice to see girls in the stadium cheering?
why there is no other source of joy except winning a football competition?
why do we forget the suffering and all we talk about is our national team?
why people want to boycott to prove their identity?
why we begin to care when there's a disaster, but after the storm calms down, we forget everything?
why is it easy to blame someone but difficult to recognize our own mistakes?
why is it difficult to live?
why is it difficult to love?
why is it easy to hate?
why people always look to criticize?
why can't we live in peace?
why am I asking these questions???
why there is no other source of joy except winning a football competition?
why do we forget the suffering and all we talk about is our national team?
why people want to boycott to prove their identity?
why we begin to care when there's a disaster, but after the storm calms down, we forget everything?
why is it easy to blame someone but difficult to recognize our own mistakes?
why is it difficult to live?
why is it difficult to love?
why is it easy to hate?
why people always look to criticize?
why can't we live in peace?
why am I asking these questions???
fear
what is fear? there is long list for all kind of phobias, but i think that even all this list, can't describe this feeling, it's more than that... in my opinion, the most frightening thing is not to know the reason of the fear.
fear can be not of physical things, like spiders or mice, it can be fear from certain people, fear from an old memory, fear of the future...
just don't ask me why i'm talking about this today. i didn't mean to write about fear as a subject. it's just that when i woke up, i had this weird feeling and my fingers just typed these few lines.
fear can be not of physical things, like spiders or mice, it can be fear from certain people, fear from an old memory, fear of the future...
just don't ask me why i'm talking about this today. i didn't mean to write about fear as a subject. it's just that when i woke up, i had this weird feeling and my fingers just typed these few lines.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
made in china!!!!!
in the stadium, i bought the sticks for cheering egypt... and it was packed in that, with the instructions written in chinese (my guess)
Saturday, February 04, 2006
24
just 24 hours made me change completely my mood..
yesterday, at that time, i was in the stadium for the match between democratic republic of congo and egypt. we had to go so early cos they said they'll close the gates 3 hours before the start of the match, but i didn't care, i was happy.. and of course i was happy that we win at the end. i returned very tired but so happy.. i wanted to write about it but not anymore
today, my bro wanted to buy tickets for the next match. he went from 2pm at el ahly club in guezira, i joined him around 4pm... i can't describe how things were going.. soldiers beating crowds, crowds waiting from 11am till they start around 5pm to sell, and of course a lot of people without any order, even girls who tried to buy some tickets, including me, we couldn't, there was no place for girls to buy, a man laying in the floor almost dying..
me and my bro left around 6h30 without any ticket, and we decided we'll cheer senegal in the next match, and i decided i won't even watch the match.
yesterday, at that time, i was in the stadium for the match between democratic republic of congo and egypt. we had to go so early cos they said they'll close the gates 3 hours before the start of the match, but i didn't care, i was happy.. and of course i was happy that we win at the end. i returned very tired but so happy.. i wanted to write about it but not anymore
today, my bro wanted to buy tickets for the next match. he went from 2pm at el ahly club in guezira, i joined him around 4pm... i can't describe how things were going.. soldiers beating crowds, crowds waiting from 11am till they start around 5pm to sell, and of course a lot of people without any order, even girls who tried to buy some tickets, including me, we couldn't, there was no place for girls to buy, a man laying in the floor almost dying..
me and my bro left around 6h30 without any ticket, and we decided we'll cheer senegal in the next match, and i decided i won't even watch the match.
repercussions
yesterday in the metro, i saw papers printed and hanged asking all muslims to boycott danes products. it doesn't matter what i believe if we should or shouldn't boycott... but what makes me angry is that this metro is the property of the public and i think this is not right to use it like that to propagate ideas... also i don't like when one girl says a small 'do3a2 el rekoub' so that everyone keeps saying it after her. sometimes i'm very tired and people just scream beside my ear. anyone is free while is not annoying anyone else. and this is a public transportation so it must be respected.
i had a sort of reverse situation, in the yahoo groups i'm subscribed to, someone forwarded an email and really there was some offensive words to christians.. and i just send one email saying plz no one forward something without reading what's in it and thinking if it will hurt anyone or not.. and i got defensive replies that what's written is not what is meant and bla bla bla..
why everything turns to violence, as if we just wait for any little thing to free the violence and hatred. do u know that in itaq, they bombed outside churches in answer for the denmark. this is just one example. i know it is not fair cos this is how is the daily life in iraq, bombs everywhere but still, the concept itself... punishing some people who has nothing to do cos of what someone did and the problem is that nobody just stops and thinks one moment.
i had a sort of reverse situation, in the yahoo groups i'm subscribed to, someone forwarded an email and really there was some offensive words to christians.. and i just send one email saying plz no one forward something without reading what's in it and thinking if it will hurt anyone or not.. and i got defensive replies that what's written is not what is meant and bla bla bla..
why everything turns to violence, as if we just wait for any little thing to free the violence and hatred. do u know that in itaq, they bombed outside churches in answer for the denmark. this is just one example. i know it is not fair cos this is how is the daily life in iraq, bombs everywhere but still, the concept itself... punishing some people who has nothing to do cos of what someone did and the problem is that nobody just stops and thinks one moment.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
مجنون - وسط البلد
مجنون مجنون
و جنوني باختياري
باصرخ بعلو صوتي
يا عواصم إنهاري
عواصم مفيش مفيش
مفيش جوازات سفر
حدود مفيش مفيش
سدود بين البشر
و هو ده جنوني
و هو ده جنوني
مجنون مجنون مجنون
مفيش شمال و جنوب
جنسيتك قلبك
أوم يالا حب و دوب
والدنيا هتحبك
إلغي خطوط الطول
امسح خطوط العرض
ابيض مفيش اسود مفيش
كلنا من نبت الأرض
عواصم مفيش مفيش
مفيش جوازات سفر
عواصم مفيش مفيش
سدود بين البشر
و هو ده جنوني
و هوده جنوني
مجنون مجنون مجنون
مجنون بحب البشر
مجنون بحب الناس
مجنون لإني مفقدتش الإحساس
عواصم مفيش مفيش
مفيش جوازات سفر
حدود مفيش مفيش
سدود بين البشر
و هو ده جنوني
و هو ده جنوني
مجنون مجنون
و جنوني باختياري
باصرخ بعلو صوتي
يا عواصم إنهاري
مجنون مجنون مجنون
أنا أنا أنا مجنون
مجنون مجنون
أنا أنا أنا مجنون
مجنون مجنون
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
no comment
i received an email inviting me to participate in a poll and instructing me what to vote exactly for all questions... without getting into the details about the subject or the answers to select, my comment is that, a poll is to get opinion of people individually, not that a certain group sending mails to show that they are the best at the end... i checked the result and, as i expected, i found that the majority is for the answers selected on the mail, but i know also that this is a fake result.
when are we going to stop to act like that, thinking that the more votes we have, even if not true, we win and we are the best!!!
i went to buy tickets for the next football match of egypt. it was crowded but people were standing in lines, there were officers to make some order.
when will i see the lines every where (metro station, tickets office... )
i attended a concert of Wust El Balad at el Gomhoreya theatre. it was the 1st time for me to enter this theatre (i wanted to attend other concerts before but couldn't cos of time). i was impressed from the place, very beautiful and impressive. i didn't imagine it like that.
if u haven't been there, u should go once.
when are we going to stop to act like that, thinking that the more votes we have, even if not true, we win and we are the best!!!
i went to buy tickets for the next football match of egypt. it was crowded but people were standing in lines, there were officers to make some order.
when will i see the lines every where (metro station, tickets office... )
i attended a concert of Wust El Balad at el Gomhoreya theatre. it was the 1st time for me to enter this theatre (i wanted to attend other concerts before but couldn't cos of time). i was impressed from the place, very beautiful and impressive. i didn't imagine it like that.
if u haven't been there, u should go once.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
EGYPT vs COTE D'IVOIRE
it was my 1st ever football match to attend live, but not the 1st time to enter a football stadium.
i was impressed. overall it was a nice experience though i'm not a big fan of soccer. it's totally different to assist a live match than to watch on tv. u don't feel bored at all, u hear all kind of cheers...
i was in the 3rd class cos there were no tickets available for the 2nd, but i didn't feel that there was any difference. we went earlier but already at 4pm it was so crowded to enter. the electronic gate didn't work or was too slow so they opened the normal gate, but this was en exception.
some of things i liked:
when the national antheme of cote d'ivoire was played, some people were whisteling (which i didn't like at all) the guy beside me, stood up for respect.
at some moment, some guys made bad signs with their hands for the cote d'ivoire fans who were seating under us, but other guys told them to stop it.
hearing the cheers and making the wave (i've experienced the wave thing before).
holding my big pink hand and waving.
and of course.. winning :)
some of things i didn't like:
the big screens don't show the match during the play.
they start the match without a notice.. after few seconds, i just noticed that the players are playing.
i was impressed. overall it was a nice experience though i'm not a big fan of soccer. it's totally different to assist a live match than to watch on tv. u don't feel bored at all, u hear all kind of cheers...
i was in the 3rd class cos there were no tickets available for the 2nd, but i didn't feel that there was any difference. we went earlier but already at 4pm it was so crowded to enter. the electronic gate didn't work or was too slow so they opened the normal gate, but this was en exception.
some of things i liked:
when the national antheme of cote d'ivoire was played, some people were whisteling (which i didn't like at all) the guy beside me, stood up for respect.
at some moment, some guys made bad signs with their hands for the cote d'ivoire fans who were seating under us, but other guys told them to stop it.
hearing the cheers and making the wave (i've experienced the wave thing before).
holding my big pink hand and waving.
and of course.. winning :)
some of things i didn't like:
the big screens don't show the match during the play.
they start the match without a notice.. after few seconds, i just noticed that the players are playing.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
a nice surprise
i was chatting with a friend and asked me if i would like to go to volunteer and i said yes i can, then he made me to join conversation with another friend and after a while, i discovered that we were in the same school, and that i was responsable of her team (jk) in an activity at school (jtc) about 6 years ago...
wow, time passes so quickly. i still remember her and the team, they were 10 girls in 1st preparatory, i was in 3rd secondary, 1st time for me to be jk in jtc and it was a difficult team...
so after all these years, finding out what she's doing in life (now in univ) and what she turned to be, makes me so happy.
it is difficult to see directly what we do to the youngers and what effect we make in their lives, but sure everyething we do directly or indirectly affect other lives ( even writing in a blog :) ).
wow, time passes so quickly. i still remember her and the team, they were 10 girls in 1st preparatory, i was in 3rd secondary, 1st time for me to be jk in jtc and it was a difficult team...
so after all these years, finding out what she's doing in life (now in univ) and what she turned to be, makes me so happy.
it is difficult to see directly what we do to the youngers and what effect we make in their lives, but sure everyething we do directly or indirectly affect other lives ( even writing in a blog :) ).
Sunday, January 15, 2006
ordinary day
i wake up early to go to work, i just can't believe how i managed to wake up at 6am though i slept around 2am (it's too late for me).
my mom thought it would be very cold and told me to wear heavy cloth.
my friend called me just before i leave home to tell me that she might be late a little so that the bus driver waits for her. she managed to arrived on time. we talked all the way to the work (in smart village). it reminded me the old school days when i used to take the bus but the trip was longer. spending time on the bus make u do a lot of things, sleeping if needing to sleep, read, talk, even play (when i was little not now) or sing (when going on a trip). even riding the car with friends gives time to know them more.
i arrived at work and it was nice to meet people again after one week off, also it was nice cos some were travelling from work and arrived.
one hour left and i'll be leaving which is good cos i don't have something else to do today.. that's why i'm posting here :)
sometimes just the small ordinary things can make the person feel good.
my mom thought it would be very cold and told me to wear heavy cloth.
my friend called me just before i leave home to tell me that she might be late a little so that the bus driver waits for her. she managed to arrived on time. we talked all the way to the work (in smart village). it reminded me the old school days when i used to take the bus but the trip was longer. spending time on the bus make u do a lot of things, sleeping if needing to sleep, read, talk, even play (when i was little not now) or sing (when going on a trip). even riding the car with friends gives time to know them more.
i arrived at work and it was nice to meet people again after one week off, also it was nice cos some were travelling from work and arrived.
one hour left and i'll be leaving which is good cos i don't have something else to do today.. that's why i'm posting here :)
sometimes just the small ordinary things can make the person feel good.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
old letter
i decided to arrange a little in my room, to get rid of old things i don't need... and i found this old letter, i wrote it about 6 years ago... i don't remember why i wrote it, i just remember that i've received an email from a friend that was send to me and other people, and a discussion began. i don't remember what was on the email but here is what i send as a reply. i thought to share it with u so hear it is.
Hellooo everybody
the last few days i kept receiving emails from u so i decided to say my opinion though i don't know all of u.
I won't talk about the picture or faith or God but about something that some people miss it, thinking. The person should try to think to understand even if he feels that by this way he keeps asking himself questions he can't answer them. Hiding away in life in general is not a solution, el donia mosh mozakra we as7ab we shoghl we bas.. I'm not saying that we should leave everything and just think but at least trying to ask some questions and find answers for them even if we don't find those answers is something very important for growing and understanding. we are not just people that follow orders and rhythm of life.. what life would be without philosophers and inventors? people zaman didn't believe what they were saying and didn't want to hear them so they were putting them in jails to get rid of them so no one will think and not thinking is the easiest solution but not the best one.
I must confess that i don't do this a lot of times and sometimes my dad asks me something very confusing and i don't know how to answer so i say ma3rafsh or ana mosh fadya to think about that issue but i know this is not the right solution and at least i'm trying to do it.
The other thing i wanted to say is 7oreyet el kalam. i know el kalam mosh beyenfa3 ketir cos most of the time what is done is done and mahma 2olt mafish 7aga 7atetghayar bas 3ala el a2al el wa7ed bey7ess enoh 3amal 7aga we maw2efsh saket men gheir ma ya3mel ay 7aga.. ana garabt dah we 2abl keda fi mawkef we 7asset bel reda.
ana asfa law tawelt 3alekom ketir awy fi el kalam,
bye for now
Hellooo everybody
the last few days i kept receiving emails from u so i decided to say my opinion though i don't know all of u.
I won't talk about the picture or faith or God but about something that some people miss it, thinking. The person should try to think to understand even if he feels that by this way he keeps asking himself questions he can't answer them. Hiding away in life in general is not a solution, el donia mosh mozakra we as7ab we shoghl we bas.. I'm not saying that we should leave everything and just think but at least trying to ask some questions and find answers for them even if we don't find those answers is something very important for growing and understanding. we are not just people that follow orders and rhythm of life.. what life would be without philosophers and inventors? people zaman didn't believe what they were saying and didn't want to hear them so they were putting them in jails to get rid of them so no one will think and not thinking is the easiest solution but not the best one.
I must confess that i don't do this a lot of times and sometimes my dad asks me something very confusing and i don't know how to answer so i say ma3rafsh or ana mosh fadya to think about that issue but i know this is not the right solution and at least i'm trying to do it.
The other thing i wanted to say is 7oreyet el kalam. i know el kalam mosh beyenfa3 ketir cos most of the time what is done is done and mahma 2olt mafish 7aga 7atetghayar bas 3ala el a2al el wa7ed bey7ess enoh 3amal 7aga we maw2efsh saket men gheir ma ya3mel ay 7aga.. ana garabt dah we 2abl keda fi mawkef we 7asset bel reda.
ana asfa law tawelt 3alekom ketir awy fi el kalam,
bye for now
Monday, January 09, 2006
painting
my parents decided to buy tools for painting and to start painting. i'm sure that they won't do it much, but who knows.
my grandmother paints beautiful paintings. i think she inspired my parents to take this step and try for fun.
i used to draw when i was a kid, i liked drawing everything. i think i began first to color with crayola. i still remember my dad teaching me to draw a table in 3 dimensions (i was 5 years old). At school, each day or week one of the girls has the chance to go and draw a big painting with water colors like painters. one day it was my turn and i was so happy and excited about it, and i drew the famous table. i had the idea to color it green, and also the background i made it green but light green (putting more water with the color so it becomes lighter) and it was really nice but.... the teacher was angry and yelled at me cos both background and table were green, though there was a difference between the 2 colors and the table was clear. i was so so sad, cos it wasn't fair.
anyway after this period of drawing, i began to draw cartoons character (copying) and i was good at it though there is no creation in that. then i remember in the boring classes, i used to draw anything on the books (usually arabic books), small writings, small things.. etc
and now, i don't think that i take much time to draw, i don't know why. i guess getting old makes the person forget a lot of things... but i know this is not an excuse..
i think after writing this, i'll look for my colors :)
my grandmother paints beautiful paintings. i think she inspired my parents to take this step and try for fun.
i used to draw when i was a kid, i liked drawing everything. i think i began first to color with crayola. i still remember my dad teaching me to draw a table in 3 dimensions (i was 5 years old). At school, each day or week one of the girls has the chance to go and draw a big painting with water colors like painters. one day it was my turn and i was so happy and excited about it, and i drew the famous table. i had the idea to color it green, and also the background i made it green but light green (putting more water with the color so it becomes lighter) and it was really nice but.... the teacher was angry and yelled at me cos both background and table were green, though there was a difference between the 2 colors and the table was clear. i was so so sad, cos it wasn't fair.
anyway after this period of drawing, i began to draw cartoons character (copying) and i was good at it though there is no creation in that. then i remember in the boring classes, i used to draw anything on the books (usually arabic books), small writings, small things.. etc
and now, i don't think that i take much time to draw, i don't know why. i guess getting old makes the person forget a lot of things... but i know this is not an excuse..
i think after writing this, i'll look for my colors :)
Saturday, January 07, 2006
staying alone in the house, not knowing how should i feel. happy cos it is christmas? sad cos of what's going in the world? excited to see my friends? doubtful of what's next? i feel like too much things going on that at the end, i end up with nothing. very weird.
since last time i posted here, many times i wanted to write, about different things, but each time, i just kept silence.
i wanted to write about the last year, from my point of view, but it is difficult to write in few words a whole year. i had bad and good moments but i think that i'll only remember the good moments. i can't say it was my best year ever, but i know that i had great time and i'm thankful for it. the most important is to pass from one phase to another. when studying at univ or even at school, i know what i'll be doing the next year, but after this phase, it is like being lost in the middle, with too many roads to walk in. i guess that's the major thing. also starting my career and working life, and also my personal life.
i thought to talk about my hopes and wishes for the new year but i found that it is not about wishing that peace prevails or that no more disasters and people dying, or even that everything is just perfect. what i really wish for is that i don't lose what i've gained so far, friendship, love, family. maybe it sounds a little bit selfish, but i think that we can never stop the bad things from happening in the world so this time i wish for little things that i can do my best to keep.
i know that i did a lot of mistakes in my life, i wish i learn from them and don't repeat those mistakes and most important, i learnt that being honest and true is the best way even if painful.
so, now what? i think that i'll hit the publish button and that's it :)
i wish to everybody merry christmas and happy feast.
since last time i posted here, many times i wanted to write, about different things, but each time, i just kept silence.
i wanted to write about the last year, from my point of view, but it is difficult to write in few words a whole year. i had bad and good moments but i think that i'll only remember the good moments. i can't say it was my best year ever, but i know that i had great time and i'm thankful for it. the most important is to pass from one phase to another. when studying at univ or even at school, i know what i'll be doing the next year, but after this phase, it is like being lost in the middle, with too many roads to walk in. i guess that's the major thing. also starting my career and working life, and also my personal life.
i thought to talk about my hopes and wishes for the new year but i found that it is not about wishing that peace prevails or that no more disasters and people dying, or even that everything is just perfect. what i really wish for is that i don't lose what i've gained so far, friendship, love, family. maybe it sounds a little bit selfish, but i think that we can never stop the bad things from happening in the world so this time i wish for little things that i can do my best to keep.
i know that i did a lot of mistakes in my life, i wish i learn from them and don't repeat those mistakes and most important, i learnt that being honest and true is the best way even if painful.
so, now what? i think that i'll hit the publish button and that's it :)
i wish to everybody merry christmas and happy feast.
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