الاثنين، أبريل 30، 2007

سؤال وجواب

من قد ايه وانا فاكرة ان وظيفة الجزمجى انقرضت من الشارع المصرى.. لحد النهاردة، لما لقيت اكتر من خمسة قاعدين جانب بعض –ع الارض- فى حتة شارع مايزيد طوله عن عشرة متر.. كان نفسى اروح اعيش التجربة مرة، واسأل حد منهم عن سر الاختفاء والعودة.. انما لقيت الهدة اللى فيها، وقرف المواصلات المعتاد وتقل الشيل اللى فى ايدى جاوبونى من غير كلام..

السبت، أبريل 28، 2007

Yesterday's blubber..

Literally Its been ages since I wrote in this blog, or the other one as well. Frankly speaking, its not because of how busy I am lately, though I am… I mean, I am very busy 5alas, and I think will stay the same if not more the next couple of months or so.. and frankly speaking too, its not because I have nothing to say. I’d be a big fat lair if I said so. Actually I can start counting the topics to talk about if you want. And each one is even better than the other. 1. The biggest fairy tale ever.. 2. The funday.. 3. The dof3a’s grouped photo day.. 4… blalala.. I don’t even remember… I just remember that this week might be the best I’ve ever had so far.. and still I believe, even the best is yet to come.. however, I am happy like no other msA…
I mean,,, lately I was having few fights within myself keda.. bas now I think I’ve settled to the best choice of all.. seriously.. I don’t know.. probably I want to scream it out and loud :D bas el sabr.. el sabr, I tell myself..

Looks I’m into a new confession post.. but.. well.. because of how excited I am this week, I find that really “words are not enough” .. I find nothing to say!
The funday was SUPERB, the grouped photo was a BLAST! I started to love my dof3a.. would you imagine that? I wonder how would I leave them!
You know 2 days ago I worked on a little movie for the girls.. and suddenly I found tears out of my eyes keda.. I love them all wallahi… girls and boys.. how could I forget them?! Grr… that’s the worst thing about beautiful things always.. it will finish…
I don’t understand till now how the funday is just gone?!
I mean I was waiting for it all through the 5 years I spent in college, and now it was here and gone! Even the grouped photo was here and puff into thin air.. I look into the photos and wonder.. it wasn’t a dream, right? Yeah right, I can see me in the pictures too… that’s.. simply amazing…
Remember when I told you “its all a matter of days no matter how long!”
Yeah, a matter of days… we’ve kept nagging for the year book photos, the t-shirt design, the comments… grrr… writing the comments was another big event.. hanging them… our preparations for it.. funday eve! Funday morning, waking up early to decorate 3m farouk’s bus.. I just don’t believe anything.. its all but a dream wallahi..

And the thing I don’t understand till now, that different type of happiness I was granted all of a sudden. I am blessed.. I am simply blessed wallahi… just.. I have nothing to say… till here and words totally fail me.. and I find me lost… no not lost… I don’t know.. I can’t interpret anything…

Just… may ALLAH keep this memory in our heart forever… My dof3a you are the best… and this week is totally my best too :) …

الخميس، أبريل 19، 2007

علامة إستفهام

"ياريتك حلم فى جفونى.. أنام وألقاك وأعيش وياك.. وآخر طيف أشوفه إنت..
ياريتك فجر فى عيونى.. أنام وأصحى على فرحه.. وأول صورة أشوفها إنت.."

كل ما أسمع البيتين دول من أغنية "دليلى إحتار" لثومة ورامى.. استعجب على تعلق الناس بالأحلام.. مع ان فى الواقع، الواقع ساعات بيكون أجمل.. وحتى لو مش أجمل.. ع الأقل مش ح تفوق منه على واقع اسوء..

سلاماتى

Stillness of the dark..

You know when you have a tape playing, then suddenly it goes off.. you know the 1st min of silence that precedes your discovery? .. always the 1st minute of silence different, unlike the rest.. you feel there is something.. do you feel then?.. no I don’t.. its like.. in a second everything is taken but can’t recognize anything yet.. till.. till my ears captures the moment and finds out.. the tape is off.. and silence surrounding me now..
I don’t usually fear the dark.. and I don’t fear silence neither.. in fact almost all the time I enjoy both.. tranquility that is.. calmness all around.. stillness of the dark, only me thinking.. only me hearing the spinning of that weary head…
I only fear the dark and silence if and only if, for a second I felt no feeling at all..
You know that state?
You try thinking, and you fail… I like to stop thinking for sometime… enjoy it very.. yet at night when I am there sitting all by myself and even myself is not there to share, I feel me different.. I feel me strange..
Did you ever live to feel you don’t know yourself? I mean not for long, I mean a second flashes and you feel… by God’s sake what is going on here?!.. hmm.. naa.. not that.. no.. its I don’t know..
Today I had a heavy heart for no reason.. yes.. no reason at all, though I got every possible and impossible reason to be happy. And I am happy.. I am happy true.. but like its been captivated inside a box and other stuff suddenly floated on surface.. what other stuff?.. they didn’t show me their faces yet..

Strange me tonight.. playing one and only song, over and over, and over then over…
I didn’t talk properly to Bava today. I didn’t give her a damn care.. if I was in her place, I’d get hurt…
Its like, me finding new pleasure somewhere else, so I’m forgetting the previous… used to hate that in MI.. I even told her.. and she was like wondering “did i? sorry for that.. you know I don’t mean”.. and yes she doesn’t mean, exactly like how I reacted today.. but if I was her I’d get hurt.. my friend is not here for me..
Why do I do something I know it will hurt me or others with me mints later..?

Now I don’t know anything.. I’m not sure of anything.. except one… I’m feeling nothing, yet with a heavy heart still..

الأربعاء، أبريل 18، 2007

استاذنوا يرحمكم الله


يعنى حقيقى مش لاقية كلام أقوله، لانى تعبت من كتر الكلام فى هذا الموضوع.. بس مش معقول كل كام يوم اصحى الصبح على خبر من شخص ما –بالصدفة- ان فيه بوست اتنشر من ع البلوج فى صحيفة ولا مجلة ما وانا آخر من يعلم!
الفكرة مش عارفة اعمل ايه اكتر من كدة؟! .. كاتبة عندى بالصريح:
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لا يجوز نسخ هذه المواد أو إعادة إنتاجها أو نشرها أو تعديلها أو اقتباسها لخلق عمل جديد أو إرسالها أو ترجمتها أو إذاعتها أو إتاحتها للجمهور بأي شكل دون الحصول على إذن كتابي مسبق .

والحمد لله ايميلاتى فى كل مكان، وفاتحة التعليقات 24 ساعة على مدار الإسبوع.... والدى اس ال (حمدا للاله) بلا انقطاع.. يعنى لو واحد فكر بس يسال.. بعد اقل من نص ساعة ح يلاقى الرد!
والموضوع مش موضوع غرور.. فاكرة نفسها الكاتبة الأديبة ولا معرفش ايه.. ابدا.. حتى يا أخى فى أغلب ظنى انى ح وافق على النشر على طول طالما ماعنديش اعتراض على الصحيفة او المجلة.. وحتى ماتخفش.. مش ناوية اطالب بأجر... إعتبرنى يا أخى محدثة شهرة ونفسى أحتفظ بنسخة من المنشور!

يعنى دا الواحد لو فى بيته، وداخل أوضة مش بتاعته.. من حق الناس عليه انه يستأذن.... واخد انت بالك معايا؟ لو الرجل فى بيته... يعنى اقول ايه أكتر من كدة... ولا هى الأخلاق من النوع دا خلاص.. اختفت مع باقى معالم هذا الزمن..



بى إس: دا بخصوص نشر "حديثه لى" امبارح على "المصرى اليوم" ولولا بعض الاصدقاء قالوا لى.. ماكنتش ح عرف حاجة اصلا.. وياعالم كان ايه فين تانى وانا لا أدرى!


اجيبلك منين نفس يا سلاماتى

الأحد، أبريل 15، 2007

Clipped!

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You know today.. I finished el exam in 10 mins wala 7aga
w a3da ba2i el hour and half doing nothing but remembering when my grandpa passed away
I was 3.5 years old..
and there asked my father, "whats wrong..?" he said.. "your grandfather died".
"whats died?".. I asked.. "y3ni he went to God".. how he replied..
so, I went to his room..
You know there was a window keda between his room and my cousine's.. I used to sneak thru to him.. playing w keda
I opened el curtains, and saw him lying... wl nas 7awaleh.. and he even moved his finger... i can remember all that..
sebak....
I just returned to father and asked.... "he's there... "
and was his reply.. "no he went.... he's not coming back.."
"so.. will I ever go to God too?"
"yes" he said... "we'll all do"
"when?"
"when you have everything in life.."
I don't know if it was a right explanation for a girl in her 3.5 years or not
bas all I knew ever since... life never gives everything..
Sooo.... I was thinking.. what will I need tomorrow, or will be taken from me today..?

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PS: Today was the 1st day in our last midterms isA (amen ya Rab).. antenna :)

السبت، أبريل 14، 2007

Seasonal farewells...

So guess I’m back to my seasonal decision quitting the virtual life for sometime.
Without mentioning much reasons… as now.. everything looks un-clear more than anything.. So (and I mean it) No more blogging, commenting, following blogs, reading, FaceBook, twittering.. logging in the 1st place.. God bless me and grant me the inner will to be smart enough to direct my thoughts anywhere but the where is it heading now.. (as my father always says)

الخميس، أبريل 12، 2007

For the note..

As this place always shared my happy and bad moments in life..
I want to say it out and loud.. probably tonight... the 12th of April..
at 2 Am..
the best.. no... the start of the best moments in life... isA

and when N=3, n=6 :P




Dear ALLAH...
I don't know how to thank you enough

الاثنين، أبريل 09، 2007

A movie and ice cream

Today was the ice cream night event.. and for those who don’t know whats the thing.. its simply a way to say “No fesee5, Yes ice cream” on Sham el nessem…
And even though I’m not a big fan for ice cream. YET today I terribly enjoyed it, especially for the company :) GUESS who was there!
I FINALLY met Nesrinaaaaaaa… we had not a very long walk (due studies reasons), but an OK one in the club, while having our ice cream balls.. was real enjoyable walk begad… now I can say it loudly.. “today I had a new friend ;) “

And YES, today was a NICE day.. well.. I studied, not much as supposed to.. yet… apart from the walk… “esha3et 7ob” was aired people… my lucky movie :D I call it keda..

So anyways.. cruel world… I may be not at my highest today.. YET enough to pray peace for you..
Cheeeers… and G’nite..

الأحد، أبريل 08، 2007

You are loved..


Probably the best Song I've heard since long..

السبت، أبريل 07، 2007

A call for help..

Last night before going to sleep I made a decision to “get myself out of it”. Today came in and I couldn’t pull me out. In fact, I did more mistakes engaging me more into. I forgot all about Dee & Nesrina’s advices.. grrrrr… I always forget and act at my worst when I stop my brain from working!..
God! I did today not just one mistake but twice… and so.. its going to get worst I think… unless I acted steady and fast…
What you think I can do?????
Now… I really really want to pull myself from the whole thing… wipe all the written pages.. and just act in the way I’m adapted to for long!
God…. Grand me wisdom, inner will… and HELP!

PS: Dee I got away from one of the things you mentioned.. the 2nd… NOT YET!.. (my 1st mistake for tonight)

الجمعة، أبريل 06، 2007

حديثه لى

وقال لى صديقى الفيلسوف ذات ليلة ليلاء..
"اسمع ياصاحبى.. فى زماننا دا لازم تتعود على الإكتفاء الذاتى. يعنى لو فى يوم اشتقت تضحك.. بحلق فى أقرب مرايا وإضحك على منظرك براحتك. ولو حبيت تبكى.. بحلق فى نفس المرايا وابكى على حالك مع نفسك.
ولو فى مرة كان نفسك تحب أو تتحب.. إنزل لأقرب محل شيك، وإشترى بوكيه ورد أحمر، وكرت، وعلبة شوكولاتة.. وانت راجع انساهم قدام باب بيتكم.. تانى يوم الصبح تتفاجئ، وإبدأ بحثك عن العاشق المجهول!..
ولو فى ليلة احتجت صديق ومالقتشى.. ماتدورشى.. إقعد زى ما إنت قاعد كدة.. وإمسك ورقة وقلم وإنقشنى قدامك، بكلمك بأفكارك.. وإعمل نفسك مش واخد بالك.. قال يعنى كان مرة لك صاحب.. وقال ايه.. كان كمان فيلسوف.."

الخميس، أبريل 05، 2007

Deja vu

You know déjà vu, right? I mean, you should be knowing it.. till now, haven’t met a single somebody who didn’t live a déjà vu even once per life time… its like something common between most of us..
And actually, there are quite few theories about the phenomena. However, the one that really stuck me in the head is that we’ve all witnessed our lives before, not in the sense of reincarnation or those Buddhist philosophies.. but rather when we were younger Or probably before existing in the 1st place. And just after watching the whole thing, only fragments of memories lingered upon our un-conscious mind, so that when we already live that, we un-consciously remember! You might disagree with me.. you got all the right to take it or leave it.. but I do strongly believe in that. Sometimes, not just déjà vu times, I feel as if.. ok.. I know what will happen. Not in detailed order. Not even in sequence.. just as if it’s a vague vision for something far away.. and it happens.

Surprisingly, these days I am experiencing a lot of déjà vu. I know what will happen. I know what will the one in front of me say. I know my feelings clear.. oooh! And the stupidest of all.. a vision.. a one and only detailed vision I have this time. For the exact location I am in, the exact person.. GOSH! the exact position I take… the exact dim light.. the exact look on the face.. the exact words I’m listening to.. the exact dress.. the exact feeling I never knew before… Com’n! I am going crazy whenever I see the whole thing in front of my eyes as if it is happening at the NOW!..

So, If you believe what I believe in, do you think this vision is killing me apart as vivid as I see it , because it will most probably happen?!
I know its one stupid question to ask.. ALLAH only knows what will happen.. but I can’t stop myself.. I tried.. but.. the vision keeps visiting me all the time every day.. and everywhere..

yeah.. what's the hell..

Boosting my ego.. I want to boost my ego as fast as possible… tell me.. What’s the hell if I didn’t start studying ever since the start of this term? And the hell with graduation project I can get in NADA?!.. or the hell with the stupid reflex I have for whatever triggers me to the zone I fear the most?.. or the hell with being broke till the end of the month? What’s the hell with busy days you can’t have space for you to you, even reading a single book?.. or the hell with lecturers who get on my nerves?.. or the hell with mother’s report that doesn’t want to end?.. or the hell with people waiting for a single little mistake to turn your life as hell?.. or the hell with living "good byes" every single min. of the day?.. or tell me.. What’s the hell with waiting for something that never shows up.. and when it does.. it fades away like a comet lost its way to your skies..

Yeah.. whats the hell with days starting the same and ending as the very expected… no output.. no relief.. no comfort.. no satisfaction..

Yet above all tell me.. In my condition.. what’s really heaven or hell?



PS: one bright thing! I discovered I'm not totally broke.. as I forgot to take my money already!

الاثنين، أبريل 02، 2007

الأحد، أبريل 01، 2007

After Midnight's Talk..

It was dark by the time I started the walk. I looked up to the skies.. the moon was up there, looking upon me too. Kept on looking, till it was covered by aimless clouds..

Today, I went to a photographer with Bava. You know, supposedly we are into the process of “year books” and “goodbyes” in college. Everyone is getting ready for the leave. T-shirt designs, comments on colleges, TA’s and lecturers. Its all but matter of days no matter how long..
I hate goodbyes, I always do.. always make me feel as if it’s the end of world jumped up too soon. Goodbye places, goodbye people, goodbye memories… memories good and bad forever will leave me heart broken.. sweet memories leaving, bitter ones living.. and others missed..

I was talking to myself while walking. And for no reason didn’t care for people gazing at the weird girl talking alone in English. Wasn’t in a mental state to think what is proper and what is not. It wasn’t another heavy-air night, but a heavy hearted though. And for a second I thought.. no.. I wished to talk and talk and talk and talk.. empty an ocean of words with ears listening, and open heart understanding.. feeling comfy in a way I never knew before.. but there… was the beeb of a car, and a bus stop..

As I went down from the bus, the moon was already gone. Wasn’t really gone, but was somewhere behind me that I couldn’t follow anymore. So, I looked down at the street bricks and bends, observing my shadow disappearing and appearing, then appearing and disappearing..
We really live in a world of shadows. And the one shadow I wished to see, the constant and perpetual moon shadow, was over taken by artificial street lambs, as if.. we really like living artificial lives in the dark.. masks covering faces, decorations in talking, beating around the bushes, going back and forth in thoughts without a direct link of confessions. Sometimes, I feel the world is too evil to live in.. no.. not evil.. but wicked enough to hate..

The phone ringed, and it was my father speaking from the hospital checking on us. Would I tell you a secret you might not know? I felt pity for my father being there. Not as a human, but this time as my "Papa". Quite disappointing or a little of confusing to you I guess, but ya, let me confess it now, I never felt me in strong connection with him ever since he started to show the other dominating face. I don’t blame him for much now.. I could have taken time to change the core of his attitude of dry emotions I feel inside, but… naa.. no buts… I didn’t have the guts to challenge me to change, when running away was usually my 1st solution…
But today I missed his voice the soonest he left the house in the morning, I would've never believed myself if I said something as such before; except today, after knowing that he’ll most probably have “open heart” operation soon. For another second I thought, what if he’s there no more.. will I ever…??
And I couldn’t complete the words.. it was raining on me…

Today was ACES closing by the way. And of all times of the 3 times I missed, this one was the one I really wished to attend. Lol. I can remember the day before the moderator’s selection, my heart was dead sure I will pass isA. However, I forgot the everything and spent the whole night acting as if I am at the closing ceremony, standing on stage, delivering my final message.. My wildest dreams… hmm… let me tell... to affect people, touch their souls, help them be the one they want to.. leaving my.. my thoughts, my words, my acts and deeds engraved inside them forever.. but forever never shows a kind face to me...

Tell me something.. which one is better, to enjoy something for sometime before its taken from you, or never to know about it in the 1st place?
You know, sometimes, I miss pronouncing the word “Teta”. I’ve never seen one grandparent of mine or even a single aunt, they were all gone before seeing their faces, even the single grandpa I knew, we met for the 1st 3 and a half years in my life before he was gone as well. I can still remember his harsh beard touching my chicks, and vague visions of a bed in my uncle’s flat, a “3okaz” he used to walk with and angelic face I can trace only in pictures..
What if I had anyone of these loved ones now? Will I ever feel the pampering I hear about from friends? I’d go and give my grandpa a warm hug, probably talk with him as frankly as I ever wish to? Or will I cry in my grandma’s lap while she’s playing in my hair, hush me to bed when I am trembling inside, like now?
Do hearing about un-lived stories better, or living un-finished open ended ones?!
And the road came to an end..

When the rain stopped, I caught me humming the line “wa tomo7i an amshy sa3aten ma3ak, ta7ta el matar” nearly all the way.. though it wasn’t really raining, but at least few refreshing drops..
As I was entering my building block, I looked up to the skies again.. the moon was clearer then.. I sent a dear goodbye.. and that was it..

This post's song: Killing me softly - Roberta Flack