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شكرا للخارجية المصرية!!

قصة حقيقية..ده تقريبا اللي حصلي..فشلت اتعامل مع البريد السريع..لأنهم قالولي ح يوصل يوم الاربعاء..! السفارة تبعد عني 4 ساعات سفر..احنا في أجازة ..مش بسهولة عرفت أوصل لمكتب البريد

لو كنتوا مش عايزينا نصوت..بتسمحوا بالتصويت ليه بقى؟

وهل حتكرروا السيناريو بنفس العته في الانتخابات الرئاسية؟؟

Refreshing the Memory..

A Reminder: "Try to Fly with Hope!"

Belongs to Tahrir..

I only sleep..when things get calmer in Tahrir.

When twitter is no longer showering hundreds of tweets with all news

And when Facebook is calmer and people are just calm and asleep..

Then, I can be pacified and sleep.

I wish I can be there..

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وتعيشي يا ضحكة مصر

على هامش الثورة

احساس العجز وقلة الحيلة ..ابن ستين كلب. الغربة بتوجع..والميدان في القلب. السبع ساعات فرق التوقيت بتخلي متابعتي للي بيحصل اسوأ فاسوأ..بأقضي ليلة طويلة ما بين الضرب ع المعتصمين بالليل..وشوية الصمت على تويتر..وبعدين فيضان مفاجئ بتاع الصبح الاستغاثات ان الناس تنزل..وانا كل اللي بعمله "شير" و "ريتويت" .عشان بعدها أصحى ألاقي كمية مهولة من الأخبار لازم استوعبها في ساعة لكل اللي حصل في اليوم وأنا نايمة في اخر العالم. بتعب ودماغي بتتشل..وببقى حتخنق..فأخرج، وبتجنن اني بعدت عن الأخبار..وأرجع من تاني أتابع كله وأنا نفسي ح ينقطع من كل ده! وبرضه الاحساس بالعجز ينقط
هنا ولا حد داريان..ولا حد حاسس..وأنا قلبي في الميدان ـ أقول ما انا لو كنت في مصر ما يمكن مكنتش اعرف اروح لأنهم مرديوش يسيبوني أروح...- قال يعني بأصبر نفسي- بس أرجع واقول: استحالة كنت أكيد ح اعرف أروح...وميبقاش كل اللي بعمله شير ورتويت
احساس العجز ابن كلب
وقلة الحيلة بنت ستين كلب
والغربة بتوجع
والميدان واحشني

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يسقط يسقط حكم العسكر

بكتب حياة تانية لأوطاني*

الشعب يريد الورد في البساتين
الورد يريد الشعب في الميادين

-أمين حداد-

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العنوان: للأبنودي

My Status..

E.T. Phone Home!

Just for the record..

So as not to forget:

Yesterday, I dreamt I was back home for one day..one single day I surprised my family, stayed with them, met my friends and colleagues..and was with them, and was planning for going away again...One day...I hugged Heba, talked to my dad, visited work, talked to friends...and was home..

Sunday, 13th Nov. 2011

Getting it Out..

If you do not create your own Eid in here..you'll never have it, nor savour. That's why on "Yawm Al Waqfa" and the last fasting day, I invited a lot of people, dorm residents, students to join a big Eid dinner. I wanted to have Eid. Balloons, decorations.. and cooking all night and day things I've never in my life cooked before. In that day and a half, I learnt how to boil meat, make soup, make Fatta' (though I never liked it and don't know how it taste actually like)..and other of things for 70 people..and learnt how mothers do a lot for holding a family Eid banquet...and also learnt how to feel joy among people..even if you never knew them before.

I learnt that day some people are truly sincere and want to share your joy of Eid.

I learnt on that day that some really wanna show you support.

and some people..don't want you feel alone by any means.

..and some don't bother much.

Tired and exhausted..I rested happily on Eid's eve.

Eid was less painful this year..at least I didn't cry in prayers like last Eid :D

We missed prayers..and had a re-do prayer..that was utterly awkward..(I don't know why men don't speak up in prayers after Imam saying "Amen" and Takbeerat out loud!!)

Went home, blown balloons, listened to Safaa Abo El So3oud..singing about a joyous Eid...and Eid was over by 12 pm. !!!

Despite all that...I had a long Eid day..that is so not felt in my silent, dull, campus room.

Eid is painful and hurts..

Facebook made it worse..it made you feel more alone..for having nothing to share...You have no friends, no family to be among with..and it's Eid..where everyone else at least has someone even if Eid sucks for them..they're not alone.

I escaped even my family..and didn't want to skype with them on Eid's day. (They asked me that since they're all gathering, they'd wait for me to skype, but I did not!) I sufficed with a phone call.. and that's all. I hated the notion that they were all gathered (grandma, grandpa, uncle and his wife and kids, my parents, sisters) and they all wanna make me feel how distant I am from them..through stupid skype. I lied..I was at home, I could have skyped with you..but I chose not to..because I knew it will hurt me more.

Instead of crying..and suffocating in my room..where Safaa Abo El so3ood and balloons failed to cheer me up..I went aimlessly out..on a long shopping trip..to spend the day..and preferred to spend it alone in big stores and as a stranger on a bus, rather than a stranger among people I know.

Eid is flavorless in here..

It is americanised..with muslims and Egyptians whose only connection with Egypt is a gold pendant with a Quranic verse and a blue eye for defying envy.

You spend it with people who consider being Egyptian is something exotic to mention in a conversation to add a mysterious, fascinating aura around them.

You spend it with people who hardly speak Arabic..and their concern who they'll vote for in the U.S. elections.

You spend it with people who either never visited their countries or when they do visit it..they visit it as tourists simply..

But at least you spend it with somebody.

I'm so glad that Eid is over. I dislike Eid in here..

and this Eid..I surely didn't feel it..didn't feel it at all.

It's not over. Eid just never came.

مصر الجميلة اللي زي القمر

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أفوتك بعافية وأسافر وأجيلك
يا دافية ..يا صافية..وقلبك دليلك
سماكي وهواكي..وأرضك ونيلك
شتاكي وصيفك ..وشمس تناديلك
ده جنب ده..ده جنب ده
حضنك يا مصر اللي ساع البشر

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اسكندريلا، شعر أمين حداد
العنوان: من نفس الأغنية*

فيها حاجة حلوة..

The Things that the U.S. does not- cannot- have ..and will never redeem:

بياع الفل في اشارة روكسي واشارة رابعة
فطار الجمعة الصبح في شبراوي ارابياتا
الكوربة بليل
النيل في كل وقت..وكل ساعة..ومن كل زاوية
التمشية في الزمالك بليل قبل حفلة علي الحجار في الساقية
براح جامع الأزهر
صوت أم كلثوم طالع من شارع المعز
ريحة بحر اسكندرية
زحمة عباس العقاد عشان لبس العيد
تمشية وسط البلد بكتاب جديد من الشروق وايس كريم من العبد
اسكندريلا في مسرح الجنينة
غزل بنات في حديقة الأزهر
صلاة العيد في جامع مصطفى محمود
العيد في بيت جدتي
السينابون مع عزة
رفعت اسماعيل
كلاكسات الأهلاوية بعد الماتش في شارعنا
سندوتش البطاطس بالطحينة والسلطة من التابعي
بمب العيد
عناب ع البورصة
كوباية شاي بالنعناع
فنجان قهوة تركي في بينوس
الدفا

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العنوان: أغنية لريهام عبد الحكيم

A Companion..

The best Friend..on Crappy Nights!

On being a Minority..

So..It's kinda hard when you're the minority. You do not find that silent support of people of your own religion, sect, who share your same holidays, beliefs, and all. And by time, it is hard to keep your rituals going smoothly..where your whole support system is no longer there. No one looks like you, no one shares your own prayer times, fasting days, holidays..Your rituals are no longer special in the world, but they're only special in your heart.

Eid is coming to a society that hardly knows what Eid is.
The 10-days- of fasting now..no one shares their flavour.

and I sit by the laptop, play Athan at Maghreb time...and fight the sensation that you're doing this alone. Because what consoles really the soul..is that there are millions out there in the world..at that particular moment, are breaking their fast, awaiting Eid..and making plans for it..and praying God All Mighty, to have mercy on their tired hearts and souls.

May we all be blessed. :)

..and am painted black..

For tonight..I utterly feel lost.
Am all dressed for going out..but I literally dunno where to.
I don't care about the work I have to finish tonight..
I don't mind the rain that's pouring outside.
Indifference.
I just feel like doing something 'am not sure what's that!
I miss my mum.
I miss my friends.
I feel lonely tonight..
Like
every
single
Night!
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Tonight, I feel so lost!

I feel like I should go somewhere..but I really dunno..what exactly that is!
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Title: From song, "Falling Slowly"