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عصاية سيدنا سليمان

2011-02-06T17:44:00.001+02:00

كما لم يعرف الجن ان سيدنا سليمان مات الا عندما اكلت عصاته لم يعرف المصريين ان النظام الحاكم هش و فارغ الا عندما قام بعض من الشباب باسقاط رموزه واحد تلو الاخر . و لان معظم الشعب و انا منهم فهمه بطىء زى الحكومة معلهش بقى من عاشر القوم و اربعين يوم و احنا معشرينهم بقالنا سنين و لان برضه الشعوب العربية و احنا منهم برضه تحكمها النزعة القبيلة و الاعراف و التقاليد و و الميل لقمع الاخرون ولما منلقيش حد يقمعنا احنا بنقمع نفسنا بنفسنا فاختلفت ردود الافعال حول ما حدث. اكيد زى ما الجن عملوا منهم من ادرك ان سيدنا سليمان مات و انه يمكنه الخروج من تحت سلطته ( مع اعتذارى الكامل لسيدنا سليمان ) و البعض الاخر فضل مش مصدق و شاكك فى الموضوع. و البعض اللى شاكك ده هو الشعب اللى متربى على كتب التربية الوطنية و الدراسات الاجتماعية و القناة الاولى و ده جاهل سياسيا و محتاج محو امية سياسية و محتاج دروس و علاج نفسى علشان يصدق انه حر يالا كده كلنا مع بعض حاء..... راء....ياء......تاء......حرية بس و النبى بلاش حد يقراها على طريقة عبدالفتاح القصرى ح ر ي ة مبارك.

2011-02-06T15:58:00.000+02:00

مرسوم على الارض خط ابيض عريض بس بعرض القدم ماشى عليه الناس و القدم قدام القدم اوعى يا عم تدوس برة الخط لاحسن الارض تبلعك و الهمس ينقل خبر ورا الخبر واحد من هناك حط رجله و اتخطف و التانى فكر بس و الكرباج لف حواليه رجعه امشى امشى و اوعى تقف اوعى تبص حواليك و لا تبص تحت رجليك. بس الحقيقة انك لو خرجت عن الخط هتقف و الارض تحتك ثابتة و لو مشيت لبعيد هتوصل حتة اوسع و اجمل من اللى فى نهاية الخط الابيض و هكدا يفعل الطغاة مع شعوبهم حتى ياتى من يكشف الحقيقة

2011-02-06T15:57:00.000+02:00

يبدو ان اجتماع مجلس الوزراء كان لعمل صلاة استسقاء و بما ان دول ناس بركة اهى مطرت و الازمة هتتحل بطل خراطيم الداخلية المطر هيغرق الميدان واللى مش هيمشى هيجيلوا التهاب رئوى ويفطس والمشكلة بس ان دلوقتى يطلع علينا واحد يقولك ان السماء مع مبارك و احدمن جانب التانى يقوللك قفشوا ملاك بيرش مياه ولما فتشوا طلع معاه كارنية مباحث امن دولة

2011-02-06T15:54:00.000+02:00

اللى بيحصل فى مصر الان درس لاى حد بيدرس سياسة حيث ان كل انواع الممارسات السياسية موجودة على الساحة الان نضج سياسى تخلف سياسى عهر سياسى تخبط سياسى بلطجة سياسية و غباء سياسى هل من مزيد

2010-11-16T01:18:00.000+02:00

اعترف اليوم بكل ما اريد ان اكون اعترف بانى اريد ان اصبح طائرة ورق ارقب البيوت و الناس من اعلى الكون و اخشى النزول الى الارض فتمزقنى يد طفل اهوج مجنون.

اعترف بانى اريد ان اكون دوما مسافرا الا ان ابعد ما وصلت اليه هو مقعد خشبى فى محطة قطار اجلس علية اراقب حركة ناسها و قطاراتها يأتون و يرحلون و يدورن حولى كعقارب ساعتها التى تتعلق عينى بها كأنى انتظر من لا يأتى ابدا .

اعترف انى اردت ان اكون حبر على ورق كراسة قتاة مراهقة دونت بى ما فاض قلبها به و نامت وهى تحتضن فى احلامها التى اسرت لى بها.

2007-07-06T14:17:00.000+03:00

I never thought that I can gain more friends; I never thought that I can add more people in my life. But life never ceases to surprise me. You came out of no where, we met in a crowd, every thing was hazy but your face, there was noise but my ears could only hear you. I remembered a song that I loved long time ago (how did you get here no one suppose to be here) and with a wonder look I asked you how did you get into my heart no one suppose to be there?

2007-07-02T00:27:00.000+03:00

-We met on our ways each heading in the opposite direction. Mine was about to end and yours was about to begin. From the few words we exchanged you admired my wisdom and I longed to the foolish boldness of your fresh souls. You asked me to teach you, it couldn’t be taught; wisdom comes with a painful price that had to be paid before you get it. It is like a package. You didn’t give up; you had your share of pain, yet no wisdom, but more anger and persistence. You wanted to make a deal, an exchange of our pain and my wisdom. Few minutes of thinking I agreed. Putting your hand on my heart, I felt so relieved with you absorbing all the pain, taking my wisdom along. I didn’t care and it didn’t seem to matter in front of the calmness that came over me. Suddenly I felt confused and lost, I opened my eyes to see your face full of pain and tears were falling form your eyes I understood that you couldn’t bare both pain, mine and yours in the same soul, I put my hands on your heart and saw how beautiful your soul is, how young how full of life, and love and all this you will give away for a wisdom that will come with time, and who said my wisdom will work with your problems. Who said my life can be copy of yours, you will lose your identity to be copy me. I followed by the book sometimes and followed my heart other times maybe in the wrong times I mixed up but you have to figure everything on your own. I took my pain and wisdom back you felt that and open your eyes wondering I smiled and said the deal is off, you will be angry now but after few steps more on your journey you will be grateful that your trip will be unique not a mimic.

القهر

2007-05-07T22:14:00.000+03:00

القهر انواع قهر الحاكم للمحكوم,
قهر الزوج للزوجة,
الاباء للابناء,
الرئيس للمرؤوس ........ القوى للضعيف
قهر باسم السلطة باسم الحب باسم الدين تعددت الاسباب و القهر واحد و لكن اقسى انواع القهر هو قهر الانسان لنفسه.

2007-04-22T21:40:00.000+02:00

Confronted by the sunlight and the traffic a touch from real life faced me with what I was doing last night, in the illusionary world of the internet. An anonymous hiding behind a screen pretending to be whoever I want, and do anything with no limits or rules. People are just letters gathering in front of my eyes and key board is the only thing I can touch. Just an anonymous with letters and words, just illusions created in my mind, wouldn’t that make me a sinner too.

2007-04-20T12:54:00.000+02:00

The moment I think it is over, and there nothing else left in me that you can unveil, you come and explore another dimension, I didn’t even know it exists inside me turning my world upside down.

wrong

2007-04-17T00:34:00.000+02:00

I invited you to the secret chamber inside my heart where no one ever been, but you didn’t dare to get in you stood at the door. I gave you a rose, you used its petals to decided to whether to come in or not. I showed you the stars in my sky you counted them to pass the time till you make up your mind. I wrote on your palm the letters of my name if u whispered it, all my shields will fall but it only puzzled you more. You know what I guess I was wrong door are now closed.

2007-04-06T11:52:00.000+02:00

Let us break up !!! so I can fall in love with you again

2007-03-01T21:37:00.000+02:00

to all the demons partying in my head, shut up!!!

a piece of paper

2007-02-26T08:14:00.000+02:00

Imagine yourself a piece of paper; a burning piece of paper, your color changes gradually, getting darker and darker. You shrink and fold upon yourself trying to get strength as the fire weakens you. But when the flame is done, you are so fragile that any breeze will break you down into thousands of tiny pieces that are blow into all the possible directions, pulling you with it. Each one will drag you in its direction. Pain is intense and gets more and more till it unites with you so you don’t feel it any more and you know that no one will be able to gather you, no matter how tight they hold you, there is no force that can put you back together into one piece ever again. So, did you imagine your self a piece of paper, a burning paper?

طلاق سندريلا

2007-02-04T11:03:00.000+02:00

هذة الاحداث لا تمت للواقع بصلة و اى تشابه بين الاحداث و الشخصيات فهو من محض الصدفة.

مشهد داخلى فى قصر الامير بعد مرور شهرين على حفل الزواج الاسطورى .
يدخل الامير بعد يوم عمل مضنى يجد سندريلا و على وجهها علامات الحزن و دمعتها على خدها ياعينى.
الامير فى سره: ايه يا ربى النكد ده هو انا ناقص فى الشغل و البيت. و يقترب من سندريلا محاولا رسم علامات التعاطف على وجهه .
الامير: مالك يا حياتى (يارب تبقى حاجة هايفة ) فى سره.
سندريلا: ابدا مافيش و هى تمسح دموعها و لسان حالها يقول اتحايل عليا شوية وانا اقوللك.
الامير و هو بيتلككك: طيب يا شيخة خضتينى افتكرتك زعلانة و لا حاجة. احنا هناكل ايه النهاردة محاولا تغيير الموضوع.
سندريلا: هو هيستهبل و لا ايه ؟ طيب و الله لاقلبها ضلمة: بص بقى انا زهقت من امك و عمايلها.
الامير: الملكة الام ؟ مالها بس.
سندريلا: منعت الخدم انهم يساعدونى و لما سالتها ليه قالت لى هو انتى كان عندك خدم فى بيت ابوكى؟
الامير:حقيقى انت مكانش عندك .... هنا لاحظ الامير انه يتحدث مع نفسه بصوت عالى فاستدرك قائلا حقيقى معندهاش حق .
سندريلا: لو سمحت بقى روح قولها كده.
الامير: انا بس ..اصل.. ماشى بكرة بكرة انا هاتصرف . تعالى بقى دلوقتى ناكل لاحسن هاموت من الجوع يالا.
سندريلا: مافيش اكل.
الامير: ليه بس .
سندريلا: بقولك امك سحبت منى كل الخدم تقولى فين الاكل و هو انا كان مفروض اقف فى المطبخ يعنى و لا ايه.
هنا تدخل الملكة الام و هى تسال عن سبب الزعيق و الفضايح و الامير يحاول ان يخفى السبب الحقيقى منعا للمشاكل و لكن يبدو ان الملكة كانت واقفة ورا الباب و سامعة كل حاجة
الملكة الام: يعنى هى جت علينا ما انتى كنتى نازلة كنس و مسح فى بيت ابوكى مكنتيش قادرة تعملى اى حاجة لراجل يسند بيها طوله؟
الامير: مش مهم يا مامى انا هاطلب اى حاجة دليفرى دا انا حتى واحشنى اكل الشارع ( يا رب استر و عديها على خير) و يحاول سحب الست الوالدة خارج الغرفة.
سندريلا و علامات الدهشة على ووجهها: هو انت كنتى عاوزة عروسة لابنك و لا خدامة؟
الامير: يا حبى ده مامى بتهزر بس هزاز تقيل شوية .
الملكة : و هو انا لوكنت بادور على عروسة كنت مسكت فردة جزمة و مشيت ادور فى الشوارع على صاحبتها .
سندريلا: و هو انا كنت قلت لحد انزل دور عليا يعنى؟
الملكة: و هو فى واحدة تنسى جزمتها فى حتة برضه اكيد كنتى قاصدة.
الامير محاولا تلطيف الجو: يا مامى سندريلا كان لازم تمشى الساعة 12
الملكة: و النبى انت باين عليك اهبل دى تمثيلية كانت عاملاها علشان تخلص من الفقر و القرف اللى فى بيت ابوها بس على مين انا حاوريها النكد اللى على اصوله.
سندريلا بعد ان فاض بها: مولاى لو سمحت طلقنى طلقنى طلقنى.
و بعد هذة الليلة العظيمة فى تاريخ المملكة اختلفت الاقاويل حول مصير الامير البعض حكى انه طلق سندريلا و تزوج بنت خالته تفيدة بناء على تعليمات الملكة . و البعض الاخر يقول انه رفض الطلاق و خد سندريلا و طفش من المملكة بعد ما جاب عقد عمل فى الكويت. و اخرون يوكدون انه اصابته لوثة عقلية وا نه حاليا احد مجاذيب السيدة و ان سندريلا اتجوزت واحد من الناس و جابت دستة عيال و عاملة نصبة شاى على ناصية شارعهم و هى تنكر شخصيتها التى يتعرف عليها الناس عندما تبدا فاصل من الدعاء على الملكة الام كلما ذكرت امامها.

2007-01-13T16:50:00.000+02:00

The moon, some see it as romantic symbol for lovers but I see it as a sign for werewolfs to transform. Some would say, but werewolfs are fairytales and I would say so are lovers.

meaningless lines

2007-01-11T00:21:00.000+02:00

I want you! The real you, I get very angry when I listen to your hollow pointless words and phrases, they are totally irrelevant to what I feel toward you. I want to reveal you from beneath all of your veils. I want to tear off all your masks and step over them with my foot. I want to suck the real you with a long deep kiss out of your body, to free your soul and let you loose. One of my great battles and last raids is you. I lost my patience and got tired from dealing with your phony eyes, being lost in your maze and misled by the shell you are hiding in. Your eyes beg me not to win, not to trigger you, not to push you to an edge where you will have no choice but to let go and open up for me. Your eyes expose your fear that I will win this chess game, going on between us for while. A fear that ,when you will lose control, I will be driven away by your reality but I don’t care if you are a hidden treasure or haunted by bunch of ghosts. If you don’t believe me wait till I show you the real me.

Meaningless lines

2007-01-08T21:04:00.000+02:00

We met after years, he still have his warm welcoming smile. It was nice to run into him although our last meeting was painful, as I declared that I can’t share him with other women. After exchanging the regular greetings and questions about life, he said I was the only true love in his life, and that he always loved me even before daring to tell me. But he knew deep down in his heart that he isn’t up to my standard. So he used others to escape from my love. Each woman reminded him with a part of me. Each one of them was a piece in puzzle that fitted altogether to make his heart complete. He couldn’t spare any of them, he needed them all. He added that he although all that, he was still missing me, but it was too late as he was already known as a playboy that scared me away. He said he still loves me and he doesn’t wish that I love him back but only that I believe what he said. Stunned by what he said and with a dull face hiding a mixture of happiness and doubts, I left without any word besides the regular goodbye. I loved him and maybe still do but I can never trust him he is a lair by nature.

2006-12-26T20:48:00.000+02:00

I draw my heart on the street by chalk and sat on the pavement watching cars driving over it distorting its look, every few cars I draw it again. Bit by Bit I stopped redrawing it, I just sat watching it fading away under the wheels of the passing cars stupid thing to do but not as stupid as giving my heart to you.

meaningless lines

2006-12-10T21:53:00.000+02:00

Shall I allow myself to have these feelings or I am not allowed? Can I just call and say I had no reason but that I wanted to hear your voice? I just feel the urge to hear that warm tone. Nothing can clam all these trembling feelings inside me but your warm voice and that special laughter, I only hear with me. I don’t need love words or emotional moments, I just need your silly jokes followed by the magic laughter telling me, I am somehow special and different and for some reason you only laugh this way with me.

2006-12-06T22:17:00.000+02:00

It is very funny, it is amazing, WoW, it is very painful, you let them close, you talk about every thing, you open up, you get intimate and at the time you think the magic moment has come and you will hear the love word, they say it but to the brainless doll sitting besides you.

meaningless lines

2006-11-23T23:13:00.000+02:00

We arrived to the day we knew that we can’t go on any more. We agreed for the sake of our love to send every now and then a life sign, a missed call or sms or an email just to say I am here I am still alive. Days passed, and one day I found his name on my missed calls list, I got my life sign and under the spell of the moment I was about to send one to him but my finger froze on the dialing button how could I say I am alive while I am not since we are apart?

Meaningless lines

2006-11-19T23:52:00.001+02:00

There was a time that I though that not knowing is like looking at the world through a key hole, and I dreamt of opening the door to get the whole picture. Now, with a push of a button I can bring the world to me. Yet the pleasure of knowing fades underneath the burden of responsibility. Knowing means sharing feelings, and pain of others. It means taking part of battles that not even yours, taking sides, and making choices between endless choices. It means, being responsible of taking action that should change or relief. Although you hide behind the screen of a PC or TV, yet you are in the middle of the dilemma and you are untitled to untie the philosophical knots that result from knowing. Knowledge begins as falls of wonder and pleasure and ends as floods that wash away with it the borders between right and wrong, the thin line between lies and truth. Floods that isolates you and trap you in a corner, and life the beautiful simple life as you knew it is replaced by far more complicated one and you are haunted by the faces, voices and words you see, hear or read on your screens for ever as you become responsible.

بيان هام

2006-06-10T20:31:00.000+03:00

نظرا لظروف بدء الاجازة الصيفية و التى من توابعها اصدار بيان يحرمنى من كل اوقات الفراغ و كل وسائل الاتصال بالعالم الخارجى و كذلك منع التعامل مع فئة البالغين الا من يقوم السادة الطغاة (ابنائى) بتحديدهم ( امهات اصدقائهم فقط). و كذلك مصادرة الكمبيوتر بصفته مضر لصحتى و استقبال فقط قنوات الكرتون لعزلى عن العالم و تحديد اقامتى داخل المنزل او النادى مع السماح لى بالذهاب الى العمل فقط من اجل توفير المال اللازم لتنفيذ مخططاتهم الارهابية . وقد تمكنت فى غفلة منهم من الاستيلاء على الكمبيوتر و ارسال هذا البيان لكل من يهمه الامر و السلام ختام و دعواتكم لكى تمر الاجازة على خير.

Drums of temptations

2006-05-29T22:24:00.000+03:00

Drums of temptations these are my heart beats, they rise up like African drums in the jungle beaten to expel evil spirits. Hundreds of tempting thoughts dance in my imagination, like a gipsy dancer in a full moon night, seducing me, manipulating me reshaping every inch of me hundreds of times, till I lose the track of who I am, till I lose the logic behind my resistance but I don’t surrender to the charm of temptations. I want to smoke but my chest can’t take it, I want drink but I am drunk enough by my thoughts. I want to be wild but my wisdom can’t take it, I want to stop repeating the same mistakes over and over again but it is too tempting and I want to be a writer but I am terrified of what I write A. One of my painful temptations is betraying you. The bitter sweat sinful thoughts, all the heat that wrap the place when he is around, all the roaring waves of passion that boils inside me when I hear his voice, makes the sound drums get louder and louder, yet I cant betray you, he is my deepest temptation, a wild dream, like a movie stars that pass by my dreams but you are life, you are my home. I can’t betray you. I just wish that the drums expel the evil spirit.

words seller

2006-05-27T13:35:00.000+03:00

He looked up to the smoke cloud exhaled of his dying cigarette and as if he was reading words written on it, he falls back on the piece of paper in front of him, push away his coffee and throw the words carelessly on its lines. After he finished, he nodded with his head to a man who was waiting anxiously for him. The man ran with his eyes rapidly through the lines and with a satisfied smile on his face, he handed him some money. He counted them with the same careless look on his face and announced with his hand that the man can leave. He was lucky that day, it was one of these days when words jump or fall off the tip of his pen to embrace the lines in warm passion. Not one of the other days when he push his pen to write yet, the pen seems too dry that it scratches the paper beneath it. The pen seems too heavy for him to carry words seems like puzzles that refuse to be solved and the lines refuse to give birth of his thoughts and feelings. One of these days, years ago he believed that his talent dried up and he couldn’t bear to relive this feeling once more, he couldn’t tolerate the abortion of his feelings so he stopped writing. When he missed writing he wasn’t brave enough to carry the burden of his talent, so he started to sell his words, that what he became, a words’ seller.

that is me ;)

2006-05-25T02:05:00.000+03:00

You Are a Peacemaker Soul

You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can.War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace.You are a good mediator and a true negotiator.Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy.
While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental.You lose respect for people who don't like to both give and take.On the flip side, you've got a graet sense of humor and wit.You're always dimplomatic and able to give good advice.
Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

2006-05-25T01:32:00.000+03:00

wow I am Ghandi and type A personality to those who know me you are lucky :)))))

You Have A Type A- Personality

You are one of the most balanced people aroundMotivated and focused, you are good at getting what you wantYou rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.
When it's playtime, you really know how to kick backWhether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds

Do'>http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/">Do You Have a Type A Personality?

2006-05-25T00:42:00.000+03:00

What Famous Leader Are You?
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meaningless lines

2006-05-24T23:15:00.000+03:00

Yes I hated you. See what monster you have created. One that is capable of doing anything and everything. I have lied, I have cheated, and I was even willing to kill. Kill you for what you have did and didn’t. I hated you and I hated myself even more. I not being able to return you love by love I could only hate you. I have no answers, so don’t ask why. I couldn’t leave, days passed by while I was watching myself changing couldn’t stop it I wanted to fit in the image people saw in us, but I hated us. Even the place so called home, hated me I could feel its walls getting tighter and tighter every day expelling me out of it. It was a long painful labor but the moment I walked away. I thought I was reborn again yet your curse haunted me, and I am still paying the price of hating you.

Love being tagged

2006-05-23T23:14:00.000+03:00

1-Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as your dinner guest? As your close friend? As your lover?
Close friend: my soul mateLover: the male version of my soul mate
2- Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by five years to become extremely attractive?
- NO way.
3- Would you rather spend a month on vacation with your parents or put in overtime at your current job for four weeks without extra compensation?
-YEEEESSSSS.
4- When did you last cry by yourself? In front of another person?
- Last week on my own few days ago in front of a friend of mine. I usually don’t cry that often.
5- If 100 people your age were chosen at random, how many do you think youâ€™d find leading a more satisfying life than yours?
-None as I never met someone who is satisfied with what he or she got.

6- If you had the choice of one intimate soul mate and no other close friends, or of no such soul mate and many friends and acquaintances, which would you choose?
- that is a tough one but my soul mate is a very good friend too so I will go for my soul mate.

7- Do you think your friends would agree with one another about the kind of person you are?
- Yes they do I only disagree with them.
8- Would you prefer to be blind or deaf?
I used to irritate my friend with this question when I was teenager.
SO that how they felt, actually don’t know.

9- How many of your friendships have lasted more than ten years? Which of your current friends do you feel will still be important to you ten years from now?
- Maybe five or six and I guess there is more than one will be important each of my friends is important to me in he or she own way.

10- If you could mould to your liking your memories of any past experience, would you do so?
- I don’t get the question maybe due to the fact that my first language is Chinese!!!

11- Would you be content with a marriage of the highest quality in all respects but one â€“ it completely lacked sex?

- What that question aims to? Can’t talk about sex in public place.
- 12- If you were happily married, and then met someone you felt was certain to always bring you deeply passionate, intoxicating love, would you leave your spouse? What if you had kids?
- The same comment as the previous one.

13- Relative of the population at large? How do you rate your physical attractiveness? Your intelligence? Your personality?
- Super of course you should see me:)))

14- If you could script the basic plot for the dream you will have tonight, what would the story be?
- That is what I do every night and I would love to have a dream that my diet worked ;)

15- While out one day, you are surprised to see your father holding hands with someone who is clearly his lover, he begs you not to say anything to your mother. How would you respond? What if your mother later told you that she was going crazy thinking that your father was having an affair yet knew it was just her imagination?
- Well of course it would be pure imagination and the answer is I wont tell her but I will talk to him.
16- If you had to spend the next 2 years inside a small but fully provisioned Antarctic shelter with one other person, whom would you like to have with you?
- My kids

17- You become involved romantically but after 6 months realize you need to end the relationship. If you were certain the person would commit suicide if you were to leave and were also certain you could not be happy with the person, what would you do?
- I would try to make him walk out of it. by driving him crazy.

18- What was your most enjoyable dream? Your worst nightmare?

-My worst nightmare is that the lions on the Kaserel3ani bridge would move and attack people:( .

-My most enjoyable dream I have long list.1

9- If by sacrificing your life you could contribute so much to the world you would be honored by all nations, would you be willing to do so? If so, would you make the sacrifice knowing that someone you thoroughly disliked would received that honor while you went unrecognized?
-If I am willing to make a scarify than it means I am not selfish so I would mind if any one took the credit for it as long as the aim of this scarify is fulfilled.

20- Would you like your spouse to be both smarter and more attractive than you are?

-I am not sure but I guess it would be nice.

21- You discover that your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mix-up at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to try and correct the mistake?
Yes Of course but I have to maintain relationship a close one with the other parents too.

22- When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

- I usually sing in my car and I sing for my baby niece, yesterday I was singing to her Mohamed Mounir song BRAH ELSHBABIK. (I guess they should don’t leave with her alone for long time).

23- Which sex do you think has it easier in our culture? Have you ever wished you were of the opposite sex?

-I used to want to be a man because we are in male society but when I read that women seek equality with men lack ambition I realised that being a female is a great bless. At least I am a mom.

24- What are your most compulsive habits? Do you regularly struggle to break these habits?

- I DON’T THINK I have one oh no wait I look to my car side mirror, with no need to do so, if I am not comfortable with the company I have with. I eat when I am depressed. YES but it doesn’t work.

25- Would you enjoy spending a month of solitude in a beautiful natural setting? Food and shelter would be provided but you would not see another person.
- never I rather be in a fully crowded place but food is nice touch :)

26- If you knew you would die of an incurable disease within 3 months, would you allow yourself to be frozen within the week if you knew it would give you a modest chance of being revived in 1,000 years and living a greatly extended life?

- No who knows maybe when I am back to life I would die form shock of what I see

27- You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people youâ€™ve never met. Would you want to go if you had to go by yourself?
-Although I hate being alone yet I would go I like exploring

28- If you were at a friendâ€™s house for thanksgiving dinner and you found a dead cockroach in your salad, what would you do?

- I would ignore and stop eating it already happened but not in a friend home I was invited out by a friend and I feared to insult her as she picked the place so I pretended that I am not feeling that well .

29- If someone you love deeply is brutally murdered and you know the identity of the murderer, who unfortunately is acquitted of the crime. Would you seek revenge?
- don’t think so I am not that kind

So what else??

There is no where to run

2006-05-23T09:17:00.000+03:00

- Free me.
- -I can’t you know that.
- Then why you are here?
She wasn’t surprise by the question she was asking it to herself many times before she came up to the cell he is locked in. But she had no answer she was hoping that when she will see him she will understand but she could give neither herself nor him one. She turned her face away to hide her tears. Looking from the only slit in the wall it is too small to be called a window yet it allows him to view her bedroom. She was shocked from that fact so she looked at him and as if he read her thoughts; yes I can see you from here , they made this window just in front of me he smiles ironically they couldn’t find something better than that to torture me with. He said that and turned his face away to hide his tears, she ran to him held his face between her hands; I am sorry I didn’t know they did that I am sorry.
-Would it make a difference? You know I am here I am only few steps and still you live your life as if I don’t exist.

-That isn’t true I die every day because of you, you aren’t few step away from me you are here in my heart and s he took his chained hand and put it over her heart and kissed it.

-Then free me let me have a life too I wont come near you or hurt you, I will go away.
- You know that isn’t possible you know that if I did you will kill me.

-How can I do that I will die if I did?

-You will kill my soul I will lose myself to yours and this isn’t the life I want to live.
-with begging eyes, please I al dying here I can’t breath my heart is torn my soul is fading away I just want to smell the fresh air, see the stars and taste the sea one more time just one more time. I will let you live in peace I promise. Tears rolled on his face to her hands and his voice was capture by the strength of his sadness.

-You know that is not all what you miss and not all what you want to taste.

He looked at her with that look she know well so she stepped away from him although knowing he can’t harm her because of his chains yet she stepped back while he was trying to get loose screaming at her ; then go why you came here just to show me that you won the battle that you took lead after all ok you did you won but for how long I am not only in your heart but guess what I am also in your soul you also miss that taste as I do you long for these doomed feelings even more than I do I was only your excuses to have it but the truth is that we are one, I am just the other face of the coin. Lock as you want, tie me ,close even the slit, but my voice will reach you, your heart beat will be mine, there is no where you can hide there is no where to run .

She ran outside the cell falling into deep cry. There is no where to run

Negotiations

2006-05-18T18:19:00.000+03:00

-We met and you said: let us settle this matter once and for all. I said: ok let us do that! then you brought your hand up on the table to play hand wrestling.

- We met and again you said: let us settle this matter once and for all. I said after a brief moment of silence ok let us try to do that! Then you put a piece of blank paper on the table and drew X and O squares and said: you start!!!!.

-Last time we met and you said: do you think we can really settle this matter forever? I smiled and shook my head wondering and didn’t say anything then you stretched your hand to put a rose in front of me with a smile on your face. Well now this matter is finally closed.

الصياد

2006-05-16T19:12:00.000+03:00

جلست التقط انفاسى من عناء زيارة زوجتى على الرغم من اعتيادى اياها الا انى اعتبرها نذير الرحيل عن مكان عملى . عموما انا لاامانع فقد حان الوقت لقد فقدت الاثارة هنا لقد كانت الفريسة سهلة جدا هذة المرة سهولة جعلت من اى محاولة صيدها اهدار لطاقتى. كانت مختلفة عن كل الاخريات لا تعلم اصول اللعبة لا تعلم انى مجرد رجل احب زوجتى و لا اريد ان اخونها انا فقط اريد ان اضيف بعض الاثارة لحياتى اعشق ذلك الاحسا س الذى يسبق الحب انا لا اريد ان احب انا احب زوجتى لدرجة الجنون و هى الزوجة التى يحسدنى عليها الجميع نحن الزوجان المثالين فهى كل ما اريد و اكثر تفهمنى و تقرانى ككتا ب مفتوح حتى ضعفى هذا تعامله كنوع من الادمان تعلم لو انى تخليت عنه لن اكون نفس الرجل الذى تحب سينطفىء داخلى شىء و تعلم ان قلبى لن يتمكن من عشقها بهذا العنف لو لم يرى نظرة الاعجاب فى عيون الاخريات لو لم يستمتع لمحاولاتهن لجذب انتباهى و انتزاع اعجابى. والان ورقة لاكتب استقالتى و مكالمة لبا ئع الورد ليجهزالباقة المعتادة و يجب ان افكر فى هدية تتناسب مع غباء هذة الساذجة التى كشفت كل اوراقى تماما امام زوجتى فضحتنى او ربما فضحت الاكذوبة التى تحاول ان تبرر بها لنفسها صبرها على عموما انا لم و لن اخونها و هى تلم ذلك كل ما فى الامر هو انى اعشق التحدى و اعشق ان اجد مفتاح كل فتاة ان استطع ان اتكلم لغتها و ان اكون الصديق الذى تبحث عنه الاخ الذى تفتقده ما ذنبى لو اسئن فهمى و عبروا ذللك الخيط الرفيع بين الصداقة و الحب. ربما سيكون من المناسب ان ازرو الصائغ ربما قلب صغير من الماس سيجعلها تنسى عن هذة الفتاة التى لا يمكن ان تكون الصياد .

سئمت حبك

2006-05-10T08:51:00.000+03:00

جلست فى السيارة التقط انفاسى, كم اصبحت مملة تلك المسرحية سئمت زيارتى المفاجئة لك فى مكان عملك كلما تنتقل الى عمل جديد لاعلن عن وجودى فى حياتك لكل فتاة تنبهر بك و تقع فريسة لذلك السحر الغامض فى عينيك. سئمت نظرة التحدى لاى انثى سئمت التحفز و الاستفزاز المستمرلقدراتى كامراة. و كلما امنت مكان مللته انت لترحل الى اخر, و يتكرر نفس السيناريو انا تعبت الم تتعب انت؟ و فجاءة تذكرت صورة هذة الفتاة المسكينة صفعتنى برائتها و هى تندفع خارج المكتب, لانها هذة المرة لست كهولاء الفيتات الى طالما رأيتهم معك تفوح منهن رائحة الرخص و تكاد تهزمنى وقاحتهن. الا انى تعلمت مع الوقت ان ارسم حروف اسمى الاولى على قلبك ان اترك رائحة عطرى على قمصانك و خصلات شعرى تعربد على كتفك لتعلن بوضوح انا كنت هنا و هذة ارضى وغير مسموح بالدخلاء. شعرت بالالم يجتاحنى, ربى لقد ظننت ان قلبى من كثرة جراحه لم يعد به مكان يمكن ان اجرح فيه و لا اعلم لما فأجتنى برأة هذة الفتاة هكذا, الانها ذكرتنى بحقيقة طمستها الاخريا ت, بانك انت الصياد و لست الفريسة, حقيقة طالما عرفتها فيك و لكن جرأتهن اوهمتنى بانك ضعيف امام اغراءهن. لكنك انت الذى لا تكتفى, اعلم انك لا تملك الجراءة الكافية على خيانتى اعلم ان تهوى ان تعيش شعور الصياد الذى يطارد الفريسة على ان تتذوقها بالفعل . ضحكت بصمت اعلم الان ما سيحدث ستعود الى المنزل محملا بالورود و هدية و ساعيش امسية جميلة اكون فيها ملكتك المتوجة كم انت بارع يا حبيبى بارعا فى فنون العشق و الهوى تماما كبراعتك فى جرحى لااعلم عما تبحث ظننت انه لا يوجد ما يمكن ان تعطيه المرأة لرجلها اكثر مما اعطيك ربما هى نشوة الامتلاك واى شيء اخر لااعلمه. كل ما اخشاه ان ياتى يوم امل فيه طعم مرارة انكسارى و ان تنتصر العاشقة المهزومة بداخلى على الانثى المنتشية بفكرة انك فى النهاية تعود الى فراشها هى كل ليلة اخشى ان اسئم كل هذة الالعاب و المرواغات ان اسئم حبك فارحل بلا عودة.

احبك و لكن

2006-05-09T08:24:00.000+03:00

To a very dear friend of mine you always inspire me, hope you enjoy it.

دخلت فجاءة الى المكتب فى زيارة غير متوقعة, فى لحظة عصفت باحلامى كلها. كنت اعلم انها موجودة من الخاتم حول اصبعك و لكنى محوت اسمها و نقشت اسمى بدلا منه. كنت اعلم انها هناك نتنظرك فى مكان ما من صورتها على مكتبك و لكنى حللت صورتى بدلا منها. نعم كانت موجودة فى حكاياتك و اسمها الذى تردده كل حين كانك تؤكد لى وجودها و لكن كل هذا ابدلت انا فيه اسمى. اعلم ان هذا درب من الجنون و لكنه بالنسبة لى كان اقل ايلاما من فكرة وجودها. و اليوم اقتحمت بزيارتها هذة مخبئى تجسدت واقع امامى, واقع لن استطيع ان امحوه او ابدله هذة المر,ة و كانها ابت ان ترك لى هذة المساحة التى تجمعنا, ترفض ان ترك لى هذة الساعا ت القليلة التى ا كون فيها معك. جاءت و لم تعلم انها فتحت فى قلبى جرح و القتنى فى دوامة اخرجنى منها صوتك يقدمنى لها و قد كنت هربت من هذا بادعاء انهماكى الشديد فى العمل فلم الحظ دخولها سلمت و هربت الى الحمام لاخفى دموعى. لما هى هكذا رائعة الجمال لما هى هكذا لطيفة لقد دمرت كل نظرياتى حول زواجك التعيس و حول ان ارتباطك بها من دافع الشفقة و لولا انك انسان عظيم لكنت تركتها يوم رايتنى و اعلنت عن حبك لى. لقد نسفت كل هذا نسفاو ونظرت الى وجهى فى المراة, و لكنى انا ايضا جميلة و رائعة و كان يجب ان اكون انا التى معك انا التى يقترن اسمك باسمها انا التى ترى ابتسامتك اول شىء فى الصباح انا التى تعلم كم معلقة سكر تحب فى الشاى و كيف تحب ان يكون دافئا. انا الى تعلم بما تحلم عندما تنام و انا التى تحتضن ملابسك و تقبلها قبل ان تضعها فى دولابك و انا التى تختار لك عطرك و كرافتاتك. انا فقط التى تقف مبهورة برجولتك عندما تقف لتحلق ذقنك فى الصباح, و انا التى تتفنن فى اعداد غدائك. انا التى كان يجب ان تحمل ابنائك و نسميهم سويا هذا على اسم ابيك و تلك على اسم امى انا التى يجب ان تجلس معك والصق كتفى بكتفك و اداعبك بان اختلس نظرات الى جريدتك و اخفيها منك مبررة بانها تاخذك منى فتتركها لنتحدث سويا عن احلامنا لبكرة و نجدد عهود الهوى و الغرام نعم انا و ليست هى. ولكن ها هى هنا تذكرنى بان كل هذا لن يكون ففرحتك بلقائها و نظراتك لها ليست الا حب ربما سؤ حظى جعلك تقابلها قبلى ربما لو رايتنى قبلها لكنت انا حقا مكانها ربما و ربما و الف ربما لن تجد جواب ربما انت لم تدخل قلبى الا لانه فراغا من حب يملئه لانك كنت اول رجل اقترب منه هكذا اراه كل يوم و امضى مع معظم نهارى و انت لست الا رمز لحب اريده و ابحث عنه لو لم تكن انت لكان غيرك لكان اى احد يشغل هذا المكتب يحتل قلبى مكانك كم انا مغفلة لكى انساق وراء وهم رسمه لى اشتياقى و عطشى للحب نعم يجب ان تكون مشاعرى نحوك مجرد وهم يجب ان تكون زيارتها اليوم هى الصفعة التى تردنى الى ارض الواقع انت لست لى و انا ايضا لست لك كم كان جميلا ان احبك و لكن الاجمل ان اجد من يبادلى الحب و ان يرضى بى انا فقط دون عن نساء العالم كله. غسلت دموعى و وهم حبك و نفضت عن خيالى صورتك و خرجت ليس الى المكتب بل الى الخارج لاملاء صدرى بهواء نقى خالى من انفاسك كى اشفى منك.

4 انا و انت و البلوج

2006-05-07T18:30:00.000+03:00

I would like to thank nerro for drawing my attention that I did like the egyptain tv and post number 5 before number 4

المكان:البلكونة طمعا فى نسمة باردة فى تلك الايام الفطيس
الزمان: قبل نص الليل بشوية
الاشخاص: الواد الرزل ياكل رز مع الملائكة ( يا دى المصيبة لو كانوا طفشوا منه).
انت فى البلكونة مع كومة جرائد قومية و معارضة و صفراء و تريكيواز اشتريتها علشان تلقى حاجة تتسلى عليها غيرى.
انا متجهة الى البلكونة مع اكبر مج نسكافية حيث اعددت حتة قاعدة اللاب توب و الراديو على البرنامج الموسيقى و حتة شوكلاتة كادبورى باللوز والزبيب من الحجم الكبير و الافكار بتطنط فى دماغى والبلوج فى انتظارى.

انا : الجو جميل و الدنيا ربي--------------------* دادادا دندن موسقى مقتبسة من فيلم رعب
انت من وراء شاشة الكمبيوتر: لاقيت الواد روؤف صاحبى اون لاين الواد ده مسخرة هاهاهاها.
انا تحت تأثير صدمة عصبية حادة : لا بجد.
انت: الله الله ده ميدو دخل هو كمان دى القعدة هتحلو
انا: امنى قلبى بالافراح ارجع و قلبى كله جراح*.
انت:والنبى و انت جاية هاتى معاكى مياه.
انا: لن استسلم لاحتلال مالهم القلم و الورق ده حتى من فات قديمه تاه.

عودة الى البلكونة كلاكيت تانى مرة

انا اغنى: عدى النهار و المغربية جاية تتخفى ورا طهر الشجر و علشان نتوه فى السكة شالت من ليالينا القمر*
انت : هو انت محتاجة الكمبيوتر فى حاجة؟ اصل ميدو هيبعتلى كام جون حكاية؟
انا:لا خد راحتك ابقى اكتب بعد ماتخلص.
انت: طب ولو مافيهاش رزالة ممكن تجيبى كيس اللب من جواه؟
انا: هى فيها رزالة بس ماشى حاضر ياسيدى و تاج راسى (باتسامة الصداقة على وجهى مع جز على الاسنان)
انت: لذيذة موت.
انا: جاب سلاحه و طيراته ....دباباته و غواصاته واعتدى علشان نسلم* .

عودة الى البلكونة كلاكيت ثالث مرة

انا: لا ده مين لا ده بعده هو اللى تتلقى وعده *
اخيرا جلست و احاول ان اللملم افكارى اللى اتبعترت من اثر هذا الاحتلال الغاشم على الكمبيوتر و عندما امسكت القلم و فى اللحظة اللى ربنا فرجها فيها
انت: بقولك ايه ما تخليكى جدعة كده و تقومى تعمللنا كوباية شاى ؟
انا : ماشى ما تشوف كده ميدو و رؤوف يمكن يحبوا يشربوا حاجة ؟
انت: ياسلام دمك خفيف اوى يالا بسرعة.
انا خارجة من البلكونة و رافعة ايدى للسما : هو ده يارب اللى كنت بقوللك عليه الراجل اللى هناك ده شايفه يعنى لو ممكن انت عارف طلبى و يبقى كتر خيرك.
انت: انتى بتدعى عليا؟؟؟
انا: لا ابدا ده انا بوصى على واحد معرفة!!!
* اغانى من التراث .

انا و انت و البلوج 5

2006-05-06T19:10:00.000+03:00

المكان: دخلنا تانى جواه اصل الجيران قالين سمك النهاردة.
الزمان: ساعة عصارى.
الاشخاص: عودة الندل الواد الرزل .
انا من وراء شاشة الكمبيوتر: شفت التمبلات الجديد بتاعى؟*
انت: شفته مش الورد المدلدل ؟*
انا: مدلدل؟؟؟*
الواد الرزل: يعنى ايه ورد مدلدل يا ماما؟
انا: اسال بابا يا حبيبى.
انا:بص شفت انا قفشتك بتدخل على البلوج ازاى من ورايا؟
انت: يعنى انا احب برضه ابص كل شوية.
انا بسعادة بلهاء: طب يا راجل كنت سيب مرة كدة كومنت و لا حتى دحرج التماسى.
انت: انتى فاكرانى فاضى زى العيال الهايفة دى.
انا فى سرى يظهر الغداء كبس على دماغ الراجل انا قلت لام محمد بلاش التقلية.
انت:على فكرة فى واد سمج بيسيب كومنتس كده مالهاش لازمة .
الواد الرزل: ماما يعنى سمج؟
انا بصوت منخفض: السمج يا حبيبى و هو شخص شبه بابا كده بس اطول شوية.
الواد الرزل: زى خالو كده يا ماما؟
انا: ؟؟؟؟
انا مستدركة: طب و فيها اية دى مساحة حرة ممكن اى حد يدخل و يكتب اللى هو عاوزه؟
انت: انا كنت هامسحه بس احترمت حريتك الشخصية و ان البلوج بتاعك.
انا: اصيل يا ابو العيال يا بتاع الحرية الشخصية انت.
انت: هاسيبك انت اللى تمسحيه!!
انا:؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟

* اهداء من بلوجاية اصيلة الاخت وندرر نشكرها بشدة وعنف حتى تستغيث.

انا و انت و البلوج (3

2006-05-03T20:37:00.000+03:00

المكان: يعنى هنروح فين ادينا متلائحين
الزمان: ساعة بدرى عن كل مرة
الاشخاص:نقدم لكم فى اول ظهور الطفل المعجزة: الواد الرزل

الواد الرزل: ماما ماما هو مين اقوى انا ولا القطة؟
انا: انت طبعا يا حبييبى
انت بعد اول رشفة من الماج الموجود امامك: ايه ده ايه البتاع ده؟
انا من وراء شاشة الكمبيوتر و باتسامة فخر: دا كا بتشينو بطعم الهازل نت.
انت: هازل ايه؟
انا مازالت متفائلة : يعنى بطعم البندق يا حياتى ايه رايك حكاية مش كده؟
انت:بندق ايه القهوة يعنى قهوة و بس ده اسمه عك
انا فى سرى ايش فههمك انت فى القهوة انت يا دوب عليك حلبة حصى
الواد الرزل : ماما ماما هو انا اقوى ولا الكلب؟
انا مستعيدة هدوء اعصابى: انت طبعا
الواد الرزل يستعرض عضلاته التى هى زى الفتلة و اتا ارد عليه باتسامة و احاول التركيز مرة اخرى
انا: بتحفز: يعنى ماسالتنيش عن البوست بتاع النهاردة؟
انت: ماهو انت بتقولى لوحدك
انا : اشمعنى يعنى بتعرف تسال طبخة لنا ايه؟
انت : ياريت تبقى فى المطبخ زى البلوج
انا: انت بتقارن بين البلوج و المطبخ يعنى الاكلة اللى اضيع فيها ساعات و سيادتك تزلطها فى ثوانى زى الخواطراللى بحط فيها عصارة روحى و خلاصة افكارى .
انت: ياريت تبقى تحطى شوية من الخلاصة دى المرة الجاية فى الخضار يمكن يتظبط شوية
الواد الرزل: ماما ماما هو مبن اقوى انا ولا الديناصور؟
انا:؟؟؟؟؟؟ هو الواد ده طالع اهبل لمين؟
انت: ؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟

To nerro with love ( imitation trial 3)

2006-05-02T19:43:00.000+03:00

I worked hard on this one hope you will like it.

I don’t want to go to work fa I thought about calling T to have a sick leave or something but I am not good in lying I hate it so I pushed myself out of bed dressed in one of my favorite colors trying to put myself in a better mood. In the car I put on my favorite music to relax a bit. Then for my surprise the car stopped just like that with no funny noise or shaking just stopped. Fa I went keda "I don’t need that now I am on the middle of the 6 Oct. Bridge" I stepped out of the car knowing nothing about mechanical troubles of cars I tried to pretend that I do and I opened the car and looked inside mmmm!!!! …On a second thought I will ask for help I tried to stop a taxi driver but no hope what happened to the men in the country. I started to sweat when I noticed that it is hot and I am late for work fa I decided to call M and ask her to tell T that I am stuck here we keda, I asked her if she knows anything about cars fa she was silent showia than she said ya3ni things which I didn’t figure out, because the traffic police interrupted my call shouting from a distance and moving his hands in way that I figured out that he is asking me to move the car as it is slowing the road. I replied with a stupid smile and trying to be clam in front of his stupid attitude and said "I can ‘t'' , when he came closer he was asking why I stopped here? so I replied ''actually I enjoy doing that every morning when I am late to work I come here and stop so you can come and ask me to move'' by the end of my sentence I lost my smile and the other face of being a Gemini started to appear but that was the wrong answer to the wrong guy as he opened his mouth widely and starred at me in a way irritated me more. fa I went back to the car to avoid losing it completely and tried to be nice to the car of course not the traffic man and as I am Omi Da3iali the car just started again Wallahi keda on its own so I waved good bye to the guy and burst in laughter when I imagined him believing what I just told him about the my habit of stopping on the bridge when I am late to work no way now he will believe that there was a problem with the car.

انا و انت و البلوج 2

2006-05-01T15:24:00.000+03:00

ا

المكان: نفس مكان كل مرة
الزمان: نفس الوقت و الميعاد
الاشخاص: هما هما بتوع كل مرة

انا من وراء شاشة الكمبيوتر : اقرلك البوست الجديد بتاعى؟
انت من وراء الجريدة: ماشى
انا: النهاردة يوم لونه بنفسجى و طعمه زى العرقسوس

انت: نعم
انا: ده العنوان
انت : و بعدين
انا : و بس لسه بافكر فى الباقى
انت: سوال بسيط هويعنى ايه يوم بنفسجى و طعم العرقسوس
انا : لسه باحاو ل اكتب. بس دي الطريقة الجديدة فى الكتابة الميتافور .
انت: الايه ؟؟
انا: ميتافور يعنى كلام عادى بس وراه معانى تانية .
انت: استعارة يعنى طب و اية الاستعارة فى البنفسجى و العرقسوس.
انا: الحزن الدفين يا استاذ
انت: مش فاهم
انا : البنفسجى لون غامق طلمة يعبر عن الغيوم يعنى يوم مغيم مش باين له شمس.
انت: و العرقسوس؟
انا: مشروب لونه بنفسجى ماشين مع بعض يعنى.
انت:العرقسوس لونه بنى مش بنفسجى هو اي كلام و خلاص
انا: بعصبية : انا مش بحب العرقسوس و بالتالى اليوم لما يبقى طعمه زىالعرقسوس يبقى منيل زى الليلة اللى مش هتعدى دى.
انت محاولا كتم ضحكة : طيب طيب كملى.
انا: لا خلاص انت طلعتنى من المود.

انا و انت و البلوج

2006-04-29T13:38:00.000+03:00

المكان : مكان من الاماكن.
الزمان : يو م من الايام و ساعة من الساعات.
الاشخاص : اتنين يمكن اكون منهم.

انا من وراء الكمبيوتر: انا قررت المرة دى اعمل بوست عن الاغانى.
انت من وراء الجريدة: و ماله.
انا: لا انا هاكتب قصيدة الاول.
انت: ماشى
انا: هل تريد نزالى فا
انت: ننزل نروح فين خلينا فى البيت احسن.
انا : ؟؟؟؟
انت بحذر: هو انت قلت ايه؟
انا: انا كنت هاقولك القصيدة!!!
انت: اه اه ماشى و بعدين
انا: هل تريد نزالى هل من مبارز ؟ اذا كنت تريد فاحذر فانا فى الهوي دائما منتصر
انت: انت دايما تستخدمى لغة المذكر فى كتابتك ليه؟ .
انا: ايه المشكلة يعنى ؟
انت: ابدا بس ماله المؤنث مش برضه سيادتك و احدة ست و لا انا متجوز واحد صاحبى لامؤاخذة.
انا: ثصدق بالله انك رزل؟ يعنى كل الناس بتكتب بصيغة المذكر و محدش قال حاجة.
انت: مش فاهم؟
انا: هو كل شعراء الجاهليه و غير الجاهلية مش كانوا بيكتبوا بصيغة المذكر
انت: ايوه بس دول رجالة
انا: انا قصدى كان بيخاطبوا الحبيب دائما على انه مذكر مع ان زى ما انت لسه بتقول كانوا رجالة و لا هم لامواخذة كانوا (***)
انت : ده تخريف جديد على غرار نظريتك عن المصارعة الرومانية؟
انا:لابقى كله الا دى انا متاكدة من اللى اخترع اللعبة دى كان كدة يعنى بذمتك لعبة كل اللى فيها اتنين رجالة فى وضع مخل تبقى ايه؟
انتك و ده برضة زي اغانى ام كلثوم اللى انت مصرة انها قلة ادب؟
انا: طبعا يعنى لما تقول خدني لحنانك خدنى و لا لما تقول و نقول للشمس تعالى مش قبل سنة يبقى ايه

انت : دى رومانسية ايش فهمك انتى
انا: رومانسية ايه يا استاذ اتنين بيتقابلوا بالليل و مش عايزين الشمس تطلع ليه علشان يكملوا فورة الاستيمشن يعنى ؟
انت: بقولك اية انت اللى مخك الاستقبال بتاعه مشوش جربي تفكى الرلوه ده يمكن تستقبلى الارسال اوضح شوية.
انا: و الله انت اللى خارج نطاق الخدمة اساسا

كلمة تم حذفها لمراعاة شعور البينك بلوجرز (***) -

اعلن العالم الحرب على

2006-04-28T22:56:00.000+03:00

كبرتى قالتها صديقة امى فى الصباح و لم اعيها الا فى المساء عندما كنت انتهى من الصلاة و اقتحم هدوء نفسى و صمت جدرانى صوت عال لاغنية طالما سمعناها سويا و شق صدرى الم حاد يذكرنى بما احسسته من يوميين عندما اعلنت انك تنوى الرحيل لانك ببساطة توقفت عن حبى. هربت للخارج لاحتمى باسرتى لافاجاء بامى و خالى فى نقاش حول بيع شاليه العائلة الصيفى. كله الاهذا انا اعشق هذا المكان و كل ذكرياتى فيه و شق صدرى الم اقوى و ما التفت حتى اعود لغرفتى شاهدتنى امى فاستنجدت بي لادخل طرف فى نقاش, بهت فهذة ليس عادتها فهى دائما ما تبعدنى عن الصراعات و عندما رفض خالى, صرخت قائلة: ليه هى كبرت خلاص و لازم تعرف كل حاجة . زاد الالم عن احتمالى فهربت الى غرفتى و سريرى احتمى بهم و الا ان الاصوات اخذت تعلو و تعلو الاغنية و صوت امى و صوت خالى يتبادلان الاتهامات . وضعت يدى على اذنيي لامنع كل الاصوات حاولت الهرب لذكرياتى طاردتنى احلامى بان اكبر لواقع كبرت فيه فعلا لتتضخم الاصوات مرة اخرى صرخت هل كبرت لاجل هذا؟ هل كبرت كى يجرحنى حبيب؟ كبرت لتسقط كل اقنعة من حولى ليظهر قبح كانوا يخفونه امام براة طفولتى؟ لتباع كل ايامى و ذكرياتى؟ صرخت يا رب رجعنى تانى صغيرة . و تذكرت مصحفى احتضنته بكفاى و علا صوتى بالتلاوة لاطرد كل الاصوات من غرفتى فقد اعلن العالم الحرب على لاننى ببساطة كبرت .

2006-04-26T00:42:00.000+02:00

الليل و اخره

(اصل اللمبة قلاووظ و انت م بتلفش)
The final parts of a joke about two drunken people don’t know if any of you know the joke???
I remember this joke all the time when I am attending the staff meeting

يا سيدى اهوه كله برتقال) احدى جمل مسرحية العيال كبرت).
This always jumps into my mind when I try to explain the right way of doing things to one of the technician in my lab and it ends up that he is doing things his way after a long lecture from me as if I have been talking to myself.

يارب حاسب نينا بالدقيقة مش بالمدة) احدى اقوال الفتى مرشدى ).
When my two bosses fight together in staff meeting about silly things and I have to sit there for hours watching them without being able to say what I really thinks of both of them or even of what they are fighting about.

This isn’t imitating anyone it is only midnight hallucination I decided it honor my favorite says or words by publishing them on my blog but due to the effect of a long day with kids it came out like this..

can you guess who ? trial number 2

2006-04-23T23:29:00.000+02:00

جالى ميسد من الواد صاحبى صحيت عليه بس مش هارد. قلت لنفسى كده و انا بقوم من السرير شعور لذيذ ان الواحد يلمس الارض و هو حافى بحس انى حرة خصوصا فى الايام الحر دى يا ساتر انا كنت هافطس امبارح بصراحة انا مش بحب الحر بيخلى الواحد كده ملزق و مش طايق نفسه . يووه انا نسيت انا كنت بقول ايه أأه الواد صاحبى رن لى و انا مش هارد عليه اصلى ماليش كيف النهاردة اتنطط معاه فى الشوارع .زهقانة شوية منه و لا منى و لا من التنطيط مش عارفة . هو مش هاين عليا اسيبه يرن بس برضه مش قادرة اندمج فى الدور صحيح هو واد لذيذ ومجنون بس على مين ده انا الذ و اجن منه ميت مرة. طب اقوم اعمل شاى كده و اشوف يمكن قلبى يحن.

I dont believe in fairy tales

2006-04-20T00:05:00.000+02:00

OK I will do something here which might be crazy but I really want to go for it I will imitate few bloggers in their writing style just for fun and to warm up and trying to unlock my writer block.

So let me try this:

I don’t believe in fairy tales. I mean as many people said before, we never knew what happened after they come together? Did they really live happily ever after? but this not the only reason I don’t believe in fairy tales the other one is that it cant be true love they don’t have the required the elements of a relationship’s success. It is a shallow attraction between a handsome young rich man who seems silly enough to fall in love with a pretty girl the moment he saw her with no words no thoughts exchange without even knowing anything about her even her name ok the prince in Cinderella did know her name danced with her, but this prince in snow white what did he have as a basis for his love a kiss to a sleeping lips?? Which makes me believe that this love is built on only pure physical attraction and not pure romantic love as they tried to make us believe through the years and again how can I buy that the king in Cinderella easily agreed that his son marry a common girl with no family or money just because her shoes were the right size!!

ok that was a silly trial for imitation because actually I don’t know whom I did imitate in this post :) promise to make it better next time.

The shadow of my friend

2006-04-19T00:02:00.000+02:00

She was sitting in the middle of the room all dressed black sadness added to her beauty. I sat in a corner that allows seeing the entire house, the same house that witnessed our friendship. I used to spend more time here than in my home, I remember the fights I had with my parents for her sake. I can see my memories every where I can even hear our voices I can’t believe that time flew and that I am back here to this prison where I locked my self willingly 20 years ago as a fat teenager, lacking a smashing beauty but had the wisdom of grown up, I was charmed with her beauty that all boys where chasing, and she found in me the friend that keeps a secret and give advices that always worked. All I wanted is to be near the queen of all girls at school as I will only be accepted through her. Things I did for her where beyond the logic and reasons of a person like me I covered up of her so she can meet her boy friends I wrote her love letter because she get bored of writing. I studied for her done her homework.

I did her house work, baby-sat her sister while she was on the phone with her lover. I kept going on with no limits for what I can do for her I lived in her shadow I was seen through her eyes no one cared or even thoughts about discovering this shadow of the queen I was just there unseen unheard unnoticed but I didn’t care as long as I have the chance to be around her and her smile would wipe all pain I suffered for knowing deep down inside that she doesn’t really give a dam about me.
I don’t know how long it took me to be weaned from her, to be able to live on my own; I don’t even remember why I did that. I just one day had enough I walked away disappeared from her life and the funny thing that she didn’t even noticed that I am not there any more. All the years I believed that I was indispensable for her were wasted, I lost myself in hers and the scars still there. The pain was coming back so fast that I wanted to leave before she sees me, but it was too late she spotted me, screamed my name and welcomed me with a big hug and said that as I used to be there for her in hard times and cried the loss of her father on my shoulder. For a moment I was about to me caught in her shadow, I extruded myself from her arms before melting in her gain and run out shouting that I have to go now.

2006-04-14T22:54:00.000+02:00

قليلا من هذا -----و-قليلا من هذا

القيت بجسدى المنهك على اقرب مقعد فى منزلى و احسست بمدى خوار قواى. ارحت رأسى مستسلما للالم و الارهاق و احسست كانى لتوى خارج من معركة او صراع عنيف . و لكن صراع مع ماذا فاليوم ليس الا احد هذا الايام العادية و من انا حتى يكون لى صراع مع شىء او احد. فانا احد هولاء الاشخاص العاديين اصحاب الحياة الرتييبة الملتصقون بعقرب الساعة يدورون مع دورانه بلا كلل و لا ملل. شخص عادى من اسرة عادية ذهبت الى مدرسة عادية و دخلت كلية عادية , تزوجت من فتاة عادية انجبت اولاد عاديين اسكن فى شقة عادية املك سيارة عادية حتى ملامحى عادية كل شىء عادى لدرجة انك اذا مررت بى لن تلحظنى و لن الفت انتباهك . اذهب لعملى كل صباح كالالاف الناس العادييين القى بنفسى فى سيارتى و القى بها وسط الزحام و اسير بالية و تلقائية كانى مبرمج على خط سيرى.
بل انه ليس حتى احد الايام التى اصحو فيها من النوم مكدر المزاج بدون سبب واضح فاصب غضبى على كل شى
انه يوم عادى كمئات الايام التى مرت على انا. انا حتى لم ادخل فى نقاش عنيف مع احد و لم يعتد احد على حدودى انا حتى لا اعلم ما هى حدودى و لا اظن احد يعلم لى حدود فانا عادى لدرجة عدم وضوح ملامحى.انا مجرد شخص هناك بلا طعم بلا رائحة مبتسما دائما ابتسامة الصادقة كانها رسمت على شفتاى اتعامل مع الناس مع مختلف ارائهم و ميولهم و اتحمل سخافاتهم و جنونهم كنت اكلم كلا بلغته كنت اتحدث مع اصدقاء والدى من سفراء و مشاهير الكتاب بنفس العمق و الطلاقة التى اتحدث بها مع عم محمد البواب. اكون محبا لكل شىء منتميا لكل شىء و متمردا على كل شىءمتسكعا فى الحياة , كنت قليلا من هذا و قليلا من هذا
تعب القلب من كل هذا من كثرة تغير لغته و لغة فكره من بحثه عن ذاته عن مكان ينتمى اليه. كنت فى الماضى مستمتعا بهذا التعب كان ارهاق لذيذ يدفعننى الى المزيد و المزيد حتى اما اليوم ,فلم يعد شىء يثيرنى و لا يحزنى او يفرحنى. استسلمت لرتابة الايام .لم اعد استطيع ان اكون مراة الاخرين يرون فيها اجمل ما فيهم لم اعد حتىاستطيع اكون صفيحة القمامة التى يلقون فيها حماقاتهم فاتقبلها.

يبدو انى عجزت , ازعجتنى الفكرة فنهضت الى المرأة اتامل ووجهى و جسدى لا انكر انى وجدت قليلا من الكرمشة اسفل عيناى و بعض الشعيرات البيضاء و كرشا يعد بمستقبل عظيم و ترهل فى انحاء جسدى و لكن لا شىء يماثل التجعيدات التى احسها فى روحى و احتلت قلبى تتسرب مع نبضاته الى كل انفعالاتى و احاسيسى ربما استطيع ان اصبغ شعرى الابيض استطيع ان امارس الرياضة لتلك التجعيدات و الترهل لكن ماذا افعل بقلبى و روحى . شاخ قلبى و اصبحت كثيرا من هذا----و لاشىء من هذا.

2006-04-11T23:04:00.000+02:00

وؤدت فى الصدور الكلمات

تموت على الشفاه الابتسامات

و تباعد بنا الخطوات

وتفترق النظرات

و رغم ما يجمعنا من مكان
و هدوء الغضب مع الزمان
يبنى الكبرياء الف جدار فى القلب
ليسجن فى ثناياه الحب
الف سبب وسبب
يدفع بالغربة فى القلب
و تصير برودة الاختلاف جليدا يحتضن دفء الائتلاف

و افقد القدرة على النظر فى عينيك دونما خوف
و يجذبنى الحنين الى الخلف
ليقذفنى هدير براكين الغضب
و ارتطم بجليد عينيك بعنف
كيف ولد الكره فى القلوب
كيف بعدما التقت تفرقت الدروب
ربما يعمينا الغضب
ربما انا السبب
ربما انت السبب
و لكن ما يثير العجب اننا فى غمار الصراع
نسينا من انت و من انا
و تهاوت الاقنعة قناع وراء قناع
و هوينا بكل قوة الى القاع
فكان فراق بلا وداع

Here we go

2006-04-09T22:50:00.000+02:00

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.

"Some of F cells have their f plasmid integrated into the bacterial wall" The book name is medical microbiology and immunology ( I am giving a lecture next tuesday have to work on it ).

2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
AND...

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

A documentary about famous airplane pilots who saved their planes from crash on Discovery channel, it was very intersting my sons (10 years and 5 years old) were watching it and I could nt move till it was over .

4.Without looking, guess what time it is?

well last time I checked it was a minutes ago and it was 11:00 pm.

5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?

it is 11:11 pm

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

My youngest son breathing while he sleeps besides me.

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

I was at work doing the usual stuff I do at work check out the routine of the unit ( I work in the university hospital I am one of the supervisor of the Microbiolgy unit there) I try to teach something to the new fresh doctor who just start his work with us, and chat with colleagues and had a nice productive meeting with my boss who gave me something to do which I should be working on now instead of answering that, but for Message eyes I take the risk:)).

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?

On my next lecture slides on the pc and filgoal site to check the results of todays football matches.

9.What are you wearing?

A blue Pj ( can I know what is question reveals about my personality:))?

.10. Did you dream last night?

I enjoy a very active dream life I always dream more than one dream per night I even have english dreams with arabic subtitles really I do !!!

11. When did you last laugh?

Just a minute ago with my son.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

A mirror , a painting that I inherited from my grandma, a photo of a my mum in her honey moon ( she died five years ago, and I miss her every day). and two tableau one indian style and the other is I dont know which style it is but they are both nice. crowded isn't it?

13. Seen anything weird lately?

nothing!!

14. What do you think of this quiz?

Funny and can't figure it out.

15. What is the last film you saw?

The pink panther

16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?

Borche, Ferrarri, BMW, Hummer actually two of each for my boys. minicopper for me, a villa with pool, and every a kind of new technology that can make life easier, build a school, health club with a mall, and eduction center that only women can join ,work at and enter. it will have baby sisters, offer courses in different fields, and serves hot meals for the ladies to take home after having fun and doing whatever they want to do in this center. finally I will start a project to make every street in egypt an ideal street by the hand of its own inhabitants. long list:)) oh I forgot travel all around the world with my kids.

17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.

That is long list remember I am the new kid in the block nobody know any thing about me but being left handed would be nice to say ( you know left handed are genuis :))

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

I want all people to be Pink bloggers.

19. Do you like to dance?

not anymore

20. George Bush.

I have a smaller copy at work.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

"Seteldar" well I always want to have boys so I rarely thought about girls name sorry. (I dont hate girls I love them enough not to bring one in such world for men).

22.Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?

Ali that my first son name.

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?

not really

24.What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?

oh it is you!! ( ok sorry bad joke) let me try again mmm ok i hope he will tell "I think I can forgive, I know you didnt mean any harm"

25. 4 people who must also do this meme in their journal.

let me see whom left so I can ask ok I guess wonderer, ayman, tigress and opps dont know enough people wait bluerose if she reads my blog.

thanks again Message it was fun doing it and thank you for considering me one of the gang

مشاهد

2006-04-07T22:11:00.000+02:00

المشهد الاول:

انا و انت نسير على اقدامنا نحتضن شنطة المدرسة و نتبادل الاحلام و تمضى الايام و تختفى شنط المدرسة لتحل محلها كتب الجامعة و اوراق تحمل خواطرى او اشعارك على سطورها نقرأها سويا و نحن نشاهد غروب الشمس و نجدد وعود الحب.

المشهد الثانى :

انا و انت نجوب نفس الطرقات و نحمل الصحف و نتبادل قرأة اعلانات الوظائف الخالية و الاحلام التى سنحققها عندما نجد وظيفة. و تمر الايام و انا و انت نجوب نفس الطرقات فى سيارة صغيرة قديمة و تحمل اصابعنا دبل تتوج احلامنا و تولد احلام جديدة ببيت و اطفال ونتحدث عنها و يشهد عليها غروب الشمس.

المشهد الثالث:

انا و انت فى سيارة كبيرة و دبل انتقلت من اصابع لاصابع و طفل فى المقعد الخلفى و شريط كاسيت لمطرب يتحدث عن احلامه و نحن نتبادل الصمت و الشرود. احتضن يديك ترد بابتسامة و نظرة فارغة و نشاهد غروب الشمس .

المشهد الرابع:

انا و حدى فى سيارة كبيرة و طفلان يلهوان فى المقعد الخلفى احلم لهما احلام كبيرة و استمع لاحلامهما الصغيرة و انا اجوب نفس الطرقات. يأ تى صوتك عبر الهاتف معتذرا عن تاخير جديد القى الهاتف جوارى غير مبالية و اشاهد غروب الشمس فى المرأة الجانبية للسيارة وانا امضى بعيدا و المح اثنان يجوبان نفس الطرقات تعلو شفتاى ابتسامة ساخرة .

Pink blogs and the other side of the moon blogs (final):

2006-04-05T22:31:00.000+02:00

Finally we reach the last group it is the subtype which I call the dark side of the moon. I do so because I guess the writer of these blogs are living in the dark side of their souls or of their society. I don’t want to make a long statement so I will just describe them they way I see them and hope they don’t get offended after all who am I to judge anyone??. What I want to say that this group of blogers can have their reasons to behave the way they do and these could be one of the following:

1) They are teenagers whether true ones or those who are suffering from late teenage attack.
2) They have antisocial personality who tends to attack the society for no reason but causing damage.
3) They sore losers who failed or can’t coup with certain loss in their life and they are looking for someone or something to blame so they attack any moving targets.
4) They are lost souls looking for identity or seeking attention being shocking the others through saying or doing things beyond the recognized traditions or values.
5) They misunderstand the concept of freedom and I mean personal freedom and that shows by the way attack the others’ freedom in expressing their selves as if it is only them who are allowed to be different.
6) They hide their shallow minds and personalities by big words and bad words and that shows when you try to purify the comments they write on other blogs if you take all the bad words out will find empty hollow words that doesn’t make sense at all.
7) They are shadows of heroes or we can call them copy cats as their ambition is far more than their abilities so they imitate a figure or model and try hard to cover their weakness behind the tough phony beliefs they claim they have and that collapse under pressure or attacks by other.
8) At last there are few who are just like that.

I might have more to say about them but I don’t want to repeat myself trying explain my point of view and I guess what I already said can give a close idea

Pink blogs and the other side of the moon blogs (part two):

2006-04-05T00:04:00.000+02:00

It isn’t easy to write about these blogs because I see that there are two subtypes one is the grey zone and the second is the dark side of the moon. Not only that but also because although I consider myself a person who went through a lot in life I was amazed of what I read on some of these blogs (I know now that my parents raised me well as I didn’t understand most of the bad words they used).

Anyway to cut it short, here is my observations concerning the grey zone blogs (grey zone is a word we use in laboratory, when a sample is between positive and negative).

1) They are in between every thing and I mean every thing.
2) They have two parallel lives real life and blog life.
3) They are restless souls looking for a missing piece of a puzzle. They want to have a cause to fight for but they can’t figure it out yet.
4) They are torn between the madness of the creativity and the rules they have to follow to be accepted in their society. So although they are eager to cross the red light they do it in very limited and cautious way.
5) Lastly they long to fit in to find someone or something to belong to just they way they are without masks, but the problem is that they cant accept themselves they way they are as they are looking for the ideal human being and that as we all know doesn’t exist.
So that leave the dark side of the moon blog that will be tough job !!

Pink blogs and the other side of the moon blogs (part one)

2006-04-03T00:31:00.000+02:00

I am a clinical pathologist that means I analyze people’s blood to know what is wrong with their bodies. when I was younger I wanted to be a psychiatrist to analyze people and know what is wrong with their minds, but I feared to lose my own. Any way I can’t t resist analyzing things (old habits hardly die) and being here for while surfing here and there I ended up with some observations that I decided to write them down not to forget them.

I noticed there are two types of blogs the pink blogs and the other side of moon blogs which could have two subtypes. (According to me of course)
Anyway now I write down my comments on the pink blogs:

They appreciate every tiny detail of their life and life in general.
They tend to belong to someone or something (their families and friends).
They color the world with rainbows when they are happy and spread Joy around them ( you know like you can see hearts , balloons and butterflies coming out from in between the lines some times I could even hear music and see them dancing ballet LA LALA :).
They are very noble in both their sadness and anger (they never use bad language).
They have values and tend to be religious.
They have realistic dreams those that can be accomplished they don’t waste their energy over lost battles.
They make you feel that we live in a warm loving society that all their member love and support each other which it was true.

Well that is all for now

2006-03-30T23:57:00.000+02:00

I define myself through you. I know who am I, by a look in your eyes, I shape my borders and features through your touches. I hate and love myself just by a word from you.

2006-03-30T23:56:00.000+02:00

I wanted to draw a rose in your heart, to put a smile on your face, wash away your sadness and conquer all your fears. But it seems that I lost my magical stick somewhere and a snap of my fingers doesn’t work either.

نقطتين مطر

2006-03-29T23:03:00.000+02:00

كان مرة فيه نقطتين مياه فى البحر كانوا مع بعض على طول الموجة تجيبهم و توديهم و هم مع بعض ينزلوا قاع البحر يطلعوا على الرملة شوية لحد ما يوم الشمس جت و اتبخروا و بقوا نقطتين مطر فى سحابة كبيرة. كاننوا خايفين لكن احتمو فى بعض و حلموا انهم هيكونوا قطرتين ندى على خد وردة جميلة او جنب زرعة عليلة لكن فى يوم الريح كانت شديدة و الرعد و لبرق اشتدوا عليهم و الدنيا مطرت و كل نقطة بعيد عن التانية و نزلوا على ارض اسفلت و بقوا مجرد نقطتين مطر توتة توتة فرغت الحدوتة.
يا ترى احنا نقطتين مطر يا محمد؟ سالته و هى تتطلع الى رده بلهفة فاخذ نفسا عميقا من سيجارته قبل ان يلقيها فى البحر الممتد امامه و زفر دخانها مع رد اجوف : جايز. و كان كلما ياتى الشتاء و المطر تركن راسها على كتفه و تطلب ان يحكى لها قصة نقطتين المطر و عندما ينتهى كانت تتنهد تنهيدة عميقة احيانا و احيانا تنفجر فى البكاء او تنساب دموعها فى صمت. و لكن فى اغلب الاحيان تقفز من جواره فى حماس و تطبع قبلة على جبينه قائلة بس احنا مش هنفترق ابدا يا محمد.
و تمضى الايام و يحاول محمد ان يبدل الحكاية باخريات فتنصت بلا اهتمام ولكن عندما ياتى المطر لا ترضى بديلا لقصة قطرتين المطر. و ظلوا هكذا ايام و شهور و سنين ياتى الشتاء و ياتى المطر و هى تطلب القصة و تبكى تارة او تتنهد اخرى و فى معظم الاحيان تضحك و توكد انهم لن يفترقا. حتى جاء الشتاء و جاء المطر و جلس محمد على الصخر وحيدا امام البحر و صوتها الضاحك مرددا بس احنا مش هنفترق ابدا يا محمد !! يتردد صداه يكاد يصم اذناه يثير جنونه و يبكى و يبكى حتى لا يعرف دموعه من قطرات المطر و يعلو صوته و هو يججف دموعه كان فيه مرة نقطيتن مطر........

2006-03-28T00:11:00.000+02:00

نفسى اقعد على الرصيف و امسك ورقة و قلم
احط الحرف جنب الحرف و ارسم
بالكلمة صورة لكل البشر
كل واحد عدى جنبى رسم خط فى الورق
كل واحد ضاف لى حاجة او يمكن سرق
واحد بس جه واقعد
حرف منى و حرف منه خلصنا كل الورق
قمت اكمل عالحيطان لما مشى
طلع الكلام شخبطة

2006-03-28T00:06:00.000+02:00

و انا اللى كنت بقول على قلمى فيلسوف
فررت الورق و ملانى الكسوف
منين اجيب كلام لما تتوه منى الحروف
يظهر ان الاوان انزل من على الفرس
و اعتزل الكلام و يصبنى الخرس

هل ترقصين معى؟

2006-03-21T00:26:00.000+02:00

-هل ترقصين معى؟
-لا هززت راسى موافقا على رافضها اخذت اداعب الكوب الشبة فارغ امامى بينما هى عادت للحوار مع صديقاتها.

-ارقصى معى؟ رتبت على يدى و بضحكة مصطنعة الاغنبة القادمة هززت راسى متعجبا و تمتمت بصوت غير مسموع و الاغنية دى مالها؟. و جاء الجرسون ليحمل الاكواب الفارغة فتمسكت بكوبى دونما سبب واضح.

- هترقصى معايا؟ تساءلت بنبرة محذرة نوعا ما. نظرت نظرة فيها مزيج من العتاب و الغضب و اشاحت بوجها بعيدا لتكمل كلامها مع صدبقاتها. اخذت حقيبتها افتش عن سجائر انتزعتها منى غاضبة و ادارت ظهرها لى. الغريب هوا نى لم اغضب و ام ارغب ان اصفعها بشدة و بدلا من ذللك رحلت و انا اتساءل انا ايه اللى جابنى هنا؟.

اراك هناك تقفين تتقلص بنينا المسافات و تنفرد
كالامواج تداعب الشط بين هجر و ود
اعبث باعواد الكبريت متمنيا لو كانت خصلات شعرك
اعيد ترتيب الاكواب امامى كما لو كانت اوراق حياتى
هل ترقصين معى تدق هذة النغمات بقوة على بابى
تدفعنى دفعا الى احضانك هلا رقصت معى
لتولد مشاعرى مبتسرة بنغمات غجرية كدق الزار
اغمض عيناى اتوسل الحلم من قلب الحقيقة و استسلم لدقات الزار
اهتز معها و يهتز قلبى و يتوحد مع دقات الزار نبضى
لتزداد عنف لعلكى عن قلبى ترحلين

2006-03-13T00:20:00.000+02:00

Public bus, school bus, cars, taxi waiting to collect costumers, children walking to their schools men and woman hurrying to their works, or buying breakfast from the nearby shop ,faces and faces surround us every day old young familiar or totally stranger but they all share that same dull look that same heavy footsteps they shake under the weight they carry, we all carry the burden of humanity sufferness whether we wanted or not whether we knew it or not.

2006-03-09T23:58:00.000+02:00

I know her, we meet every morning in same time on our way to work. We are both working ladies, one can tell that from my elegant suits and suitcase, hurrying every morning to catch the first of a long list of meetings, and she from her simple but clean galabya, walking steadily under the weight of an old leather bag full of different stuff. We share the same road but we walk in different directions, I saw her coming closer I never smiled at her when our eyes meet, but today, in the short distance that separated our eyes from meeting till she passed by me I saw glances of her life and realized that we are so much alike. We face the same daily challenges, we have the same struggles with life, and although they might be different, yet we stumble beneath the burden of our families demands. I couldn’t resist giving her an encouraging smile as we definitely share the same dreams.

2006-03-08T21:35:00.000+02:00

ياتى هنا يحمل حلمه, يحمل همه, يحمل وهمه, واقفون امام ابواب الجنة او هكذا يظنون و تجار الحلم لا يبالون حتى بعرض بضاعتهم بل هم عن الراغب معرضون. تراهم و لا تعلم من يشترى من ?او من هم البائعون. مشيت بينهم بخطى بطيئة اتساءل عما اتى بى هنا انظر الى اعينهم و هى تنظر بريبة و شك تتصاعد اسئلتهم و ترتتسم فوق وجوههم علامات العداء كأننى جئت اسرق احلامهم او ازايد على ما يعرضون. فى البدء انتابنى خوف من مجهول و بدا الشارع الطويل بلا نهاية و جائتنى النظرات من كل جانب و هاجمتنى الهمهمات تتعالى من خلفى يتكلمون اكاد اسمع كلماتهم التى تتردد فى صدورهم تتخابط بجسدى و تدفعنى بعيدا.
أشيح بنظرى اصوب نظراتىالى الارض حتى لا تتعثر خطواتى. ارتبك بلا داعى فاثير شبهة رجال الامن الواقفون و اهاجم بسيل مختلف من الاشارات الصامتة و النظرات المصوبة نحوى كالاسلحة المشرعة استعدادا للخطر.

اصل للمدخل ذو السقف المنخفض و الباب المغلق و رجل ينادى على الاسماء ليتراصوا فى طابور طويل و يسال كلا عن سبب مجيئه لشارع الاحلام ياتى دورى: زيارة و لا هجرة ؟ هجرة فرفعنى درجة و ابعدنى عن الطابور لطابور اقل و ازدادت التظرات قسوة و عداوة ثم سألنى عن ما اريد ؟ فاجبت باننى اريد ان اعيد الفيزا انا لا اريد السفر . تعالت نظرات الدهشة و الذهول و اعاد جملتى فى دهشة .

و فجأة زال كل الخوف و القلق داخلى و شعرت اننى صفعت بائعى الوهم كأننى ازلت عنهم كل الاقنعة و كأننى ازددت طولا و اتسع فجأة المكان و بدا كل الناس بعيدا و مكومون فى مكان غيرى و علا صوتى نعم نعم و تحولت العدواة فى نظراتهم الى اتهام بالجنون و تحول الخوف داخلى و القلق الى فخر باننى لست تحت رحمة بائعى الاحلام بل اننى جئت هنا لارمى بضاعتهم فىوجوههم و ارحل حرة طليقة بعيدا عن شارع الاحلام و عدت من حيث جئت هذة المرة بخطى واسعة سريعة و ابتسامة فخر على وجهى و تكاد تتحول الى ضحكة بصوت عال و نظرات الشفقة القيها هنا و هناك على هولاءالذين جاؤا يشترون الحلم والوهم.

2006-03-08T20:49:00.000+02:00

امد يدى اليكى عبر جدار الزمان
اطبع على جبينك قبلة لتنامى فى امان
كيف تظنيننى رحلت
قفى امام المرأة و انظرى سترينى
ضعى يدك هاهنا على قلبك حسينى
مدى ذراعيك أغمضى عينيكى و ضمينى
المسينى فيما لمست من أشيائك
فى ندى الصباح و فى رحيق عطورك
اسمعينى فى همسات نجوم ليلك اانا اكبر من ان تاسرينى فى احرف و صور صندو ق ذكرياتك الخشبى
لن اكون طوفان ذكريات يجتاحك فتبكينى
ما رحلت و لكن تحررت من جسدى و ما حاجة الارواح الى جسد لتلقينى

2006-03-07T22:33:00.000+02:00

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2006-03-06T22:50:00.000+02:00

) I made all the noise I could make I shouted I screamed I hitted the ground with my feet and bang the doors with my hands but nothing seemed to work every body moved away people walked in their way as if I wasn’t there and every things seemed to be coming from far away I could hear a thing I see them going on living but I don’t hear them I could feel the fire inside but I don’t see it every thing was going crazy around everything was running so fast my heart beats started to run and my breath was running every one of the many wounds were leaving their marks that I don’t know from where the pains is coming .

meaningless lines 3 d

2006-03-06T22:44:00.000+02:00

1) He entered the room the air became heavier I couldn’t breath any more all voices started to be echoes every thing became hazy I lost the rhythm of my heart every thing moved in slow motion the minutes , my heart , my breath I wish life could end here and now before he could touch me .

meaningless lines 3 c

2006-03-06T22:43:00.000+02:00

1) Long time ago all who saw me said I will be someone important and I will won’t pass through life quietly I believed them but when the moment came I couldn’t face the crowd I looked behind the curtain I was scared and went back to the seats of the audience I just lied there and days passed suns raised and set down and moons borne and faded and I was just sitting their doing nothing my life was slipping in between me fingers like water and every drop hang from my fingertips shivered before falling down to hit the ground taking a part of my soul with it I passed through life alright but as quiet as dead.

meaningless lines 3 b

2006-03-06T22:41:00.001+02:00

I had this usual attack of longing to her I couldn’t resist chasing her with my eyes wherever she goes and memories flashed back dragging me more and more into missing her I kept the question of do you miss me too? Locked in my eyes and when our eyes met she lost her self in my eyes for a second and gave up her coldness I could see the answer if the second lasted longer I would have talked to her but what is the value of the question if you already know the answer what we had once can never be again.

meaningless llines 3 a

2006-03-06T22:37:00.000+02:00

1) I look at her she was talking but I can only see her lips moving while I was traveling in her eyes and wondering about how this miracles of beauty was created I stopped for minutes to listen to what she was saying and I wondered my dear I wonder is your inside is beautiful as your outside.??

meaningless lines 2 (b)

2006-02-28T00:46:00.000+02:00

I saw her from a distance in the middle of my way she was there sitting with her black fading into grey cloths due to time and dirt. Time engraved his marks deeply on her face which seems so pale from illness. She was begging passing people for money I turned my eyes away and passed her speeding up my steps. I walked away her voice still reaches me I asked myself is she will just disappear just because I don’t see her any more does her existence will cease just by ignoring her, does her sufferness will end by my leaving he street ? I turned back while searching for money in my pocket I stuck in her hand and rapidly and walked away wondering did I do that out of guilt , or for God’s sake or just to stop her voice from chasing me. I don’t know.

meaningless lines 2 (a)

2006-02-28T00:45:00.000+02:00

Sitting in my car stuck in traffic, I looked to the people who surrounded me. I wished I can invade each one’s brain and know every thing about them who they are, are they happy? Or sad? Where they are going? I wanted to unite with them to taste their life feel their happiness, anger sadness and love. I wondered about the taxi driver does he make enough money can he afford his daughter marriage? Besides me I wondered about the man driving his kids back from school is he a good father? is he happy with his wife? is he going to live to see them grow up? I wondered about the girl in behind she seems nice is she is really nice she talk on the mobile whom she is talking to a friend or her lover? Is she nice or double faced human. I wondered and wondered and the circle getting wider and wider more people are entering into it the light went green and we all moved. I guess that is why I become e a psychologist to be able to invade people brains.

meaninglesslines 2

2006-02-28T00:36:00.000+02:00

After chasing her with my eyes for many months and noticing that she is totally different than all the girls I always chased and she even provoked different kind of feelings inside me, I made my move towards her. I stood in front of her giving her my deep invading look and while I was waiting for her to melt and fall in my love she bursted in loud laughter and replied to my amazed look I had on my face by saying : you must think that your are God’s gift to women . Teased by her words I replied in anger and maybe you aren’t woman enough to appreciate it. She stood up with a half of smile on her lips and left. We never talked again and I never understood the half smile she had before she went. I tried to tease her by going out with all the girls she knew but she kept this half smile when ever our eyes met. I remembered all that when I saw her after many years passing by with her husband and two kids, while I am still smacking down girls with my deep invading smile but never found real love never felt the way I felt for her she was the land that I wasn’t able to conquer she was God’s gift that I didn’t appreciate and now I know that her smile was mocking me for that.

2006-02-05T20:44:00.000+02:00

كأننا فى ماتش كورة

هى مصر ملهاش غير فى الكورة؟ هذة المرة انا لن اكتب شعر او قصة انا فقط اسالكم هذا السؤال وبما انكم من مفكرى مصر الشباب و مثقفينها ارجوكم ساعدونى اذا كان لدينا القدرة على الالتفاف حول هدف واحد ان نكون كما يحدث ايام المباريات الخاصة بمصر ان يتحول السبعين مليون (او اكثر بلاش نعد علشان الحسد) الى قلب واحد و صوت واحد موجهه لهدف واحد اين يذهب هذا الحماس بين المباريات و اين كان قبل هذة البطولة؟

و اذا كان السبب هو الاستاد وان التجمع فيه له هذا المفعول السحرى على العقول و القلوب اذن فان كل مشاكلنا قد حلت لاننا نقدر نجيب كل المصريين من الفئات المختلفة زى الاخوة العمال و نجيب قصدهم كام عامل افريقى و ندخلهم ماتش فى الانتاج و باقى الناس تشجعهم و نعمل كده مع كل قوى الشعب العاملة و ممكن نضم كمان كبارات البلد علشان يمكن يتكسفوا على دمهم من التشجيع و يخلوا قلبهم علينا اكثر شوية. و اظن صوت السبعين مليون اللى حول اللعيبة الكسر بتوعنا الى انداد الكوت ديفوار ممكن يعمل كده. و حاجة تانية هو الشباب الى زى الفل الى رسموا العلم و على وجههم و ذهبوا الى الاستاد و بعد ذلك ظلوا سهرانين الى الفجر فى الشوارع يهتفوا باسم مصر كان ممكن يسهروا كده بنفس الهمة و الحماس فى مشروع او هدف اخر غير الكورة ؟ ممكن يرسموا العلم على قلوبهم كل يوم بعد البطولة و يكون كل حلم ليهم كانه ماتش كورة و كل واحد فيهم صاحب حلم الباقى يشجعوا و كانهم فى ماتش كورة ؟ و يا ترى لما سهروا يشجعوا و يهتفوا لحد الفجر صلوه و لا ؟؟؟

عموما السؤال لسه مطروح للنقاش و صحيح الى هيجاوب عليه لن يكسب موبيل او لاب توب بس اكيد هيكسب ثواب فيا و فى مصر (اللى ربنا يستر ويكون على الاقل ليها فى الكورة).

سهى

2006-02-05T20:31:00.000+02:00

1) I woke up in the morning, looking around I was terrified by the shadows on the wall surrounding me, the light, supposed to reveal the hidden in the dark, and the light revealed all my haunted ghosts and draw them to me on my walls, the light revealed all my fears and faced me with them where can I go now, there is no place to hide.2) When we are children I used to get her candy and open her hand pushing them proudly in her hand and her laughter would make my heart jumps. When we were teenagers I used to bring her roses and hand them to her while kissing them and her shy smile and blushed face would make my heart shivers. Now, I meet her with empty hands and her encouraging smile makes my heart shiver from fear, candy and roses don’t build homes, don’t buy dreams.3) I sit there in the corner watching her, wondering how does her magic really works she is master piece I hate all of her yet I collapse when she looks at me. How can she manipulate me that way how can she look through me so deep that I can feel her eyes cutting through the emptiness inside me? Each times I feel she will make her move against me I keep busy with other stuff I keep concentrating on one word resist, resist, resist, I smoke, I drink, I write, I laugh, I call people for help, and the moment she touches me I fall into pieces in her hand and no one no one can collect me but her. What a pure madness!!!