Her voice

Her voice.
I miss her voice. The warmth and love that poured from her words, like sweet honey soothing a wound.
My mother's voice.
I have no complete sentences. Just the longing feeling and some tears....

To my mother in her language I say:
Ya Mama, wa7ashteeny awy, el donya mn donik msh donya, enty konty kol el donya. Wa7ashteeny.
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Hope

This is a favourite poem for a favourite poet. The meanings dig much deeper beyond the lines...

"Hope"- Emily Dickinson.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Room mate quest

I've spent an entire week in bed. Sick and alone all night with high fevers that felt like my ears were going to pop off and bloody migraines that I could've sworn were hammerring nails into my skull... My aching body was screaming and at times when I wasn't sleeping, I felt like I was unconscious! Too weak to get out of bed for water even, I lost alot of weight and eventually became dehydrated.
Most of my freinds were travelling and sending me emails from airports telling me how "trapped" they were coz of the volcano ash thingy. "No flights, no money left, dunno what do..." blah blah... get the picture?
So when a neighbour noticed my papers building up a little hill on my porch, she decided to check if am still alive... next thing I know I was admitted to the hospital.
To make a long story short for you, and spare you the crap thoughts that were mostly hallucinations I've had... I will not live alone.
YES. No more. From today, I am going to look for a room mate.
I am still not sure if there's someone out there who will put up with my.. hmm... cleanliness? (seriously, I don't see how this is a bad thing but for some reason I got on people's nerves with my rules and freakishly in-control organizing ways.. I've been told I make "Monica" in friends look messy compared to me!)
Still... I know I will find her somehwere... this perfect room mate of mine. We will be friends and we'll take good care of one another.
I'll find her.
Just not today. Tomorrow's not good for me either

You don't get IT!

Don't want to be taken to a fancy restaurant. It's not about the gift showers, boxes of rich Swiss chocolates that I can't pronounce their name or big flower displays that cover every surface in my appartment...
It's not that I don't apprecaite it... I do. And I love them.
Just take a second back, and think of me. Look at me. ME... Why do you care about what I wear, say, how I sit, walk, talk and do the mumbo-jumbo infront of everyone else but never notice the ME. Just me.
Don't want your money, fancy dates and whatever else money can do. I want you.
Just you...

To the most hated person

To my boss,

I see you're having problems these days remembering things, like say, how I saved your sorry fat ass in the Cairo meeting infront of our new client.
Or how about the time you seemed to "mysteriously misplace" my medical insurance forms...
Or the many times I've answered your poor (yet annoying) wife for you, coz you're such an awful husband and can't be bothered to answer her yourself,
How many times have you eaten my lunch from the kitchen without asking or even apologizing for taking other people's food?
And how would you feel if I kept you in the office on Christmas Eve to finish off something I was supposed to do myself since SEPTEMBER
And that bonus, not to mention my raise... that you were too much of a coward to mention to your boss so I did it myself
Oh, and how we love to watch you kiss the big boss ass, especially when he ignores you like the worthless insect you are, and talks directly to me...

My boss from hell, you one sweaty idiotic jerk with no appreciation for the things I do you S.O.B. (U made me swear and am not the type who swears, damn you)
I hope you lose this upcoming promotion...

and I sure hope as hell that you're not secretly reading this blog!!!

Hopefully, I'll still have a job by my next post, and (fingers crossed..) a much-wanted and earned promotion!
Wish me luck wish me luck wish me luck

Tell me this...

Tell me how am I supposed to breathe with no air?
If I should die before I wake, losing you is like living in a world with no air.

I walk, I ran, I jump, I flew right off the ground to float to you...
With no gravity to hold me down for real

So, tell me, how am I supposed to breathe with no air?
Tell me...

Cairo: Bab Zuwayla

To look at the city gate of Bab Zuwayla in El Moez Street in Old Cairo, and its surroundings is to see the whole history of Cairo probably better than anywhere else in the city. Power and majesty, poverty and misfortune, wealth as well as desolation, changing fortunes, empires come and gone- all have left their mark here.

The crowd mills around usually trying to make ends meet; a crowd always eager to watch any extraordinary event that comes along, be it a neighbourhood quarrel or a state visit. Battered buses and shiny expensive cars have replaced pack animals and caparisoned stallions; otherwise the scene has not changed for centuries. This is perhaps the only scene in the world that has never ceased to bustle with activity, 24 hours a day for the past thousand years.

The crowd here has never lacked for extraordinary events at which to marvel.
Bab Zuwayla was an ill-famed place , where executions were held. The sensation-hungry crowd could see severed heads and hanged and crucified bodies displayed on the gate.

I was told by the tour guide that Bab Zuwayla was one of the massive stone gates of "Al-Qahira". The name, from which "Cairo" derives, applies today to the entire metropolis.

I love this city.
Can't wait for more Cairo