HAPPY NILE :)

Last night…on my way home from down town…I drove all the way by the


It’s amazing at night…with all the lights reflecting on the water…


Sparkling like it had a million stars shining on its surface…


Its little waves dancing with joy…as if it’s happy with all the ships that are passing by…decorated with colors and lights…


On the Cornish all the way from ta7reer square to where I live…thousands of people standing…enjoying the happy …there was too much love in the air…


They don’t mind the heat and humidity. I thought!!


They are so much happy to think of negative feelings…either enjoying their walk by the or standing talking and laughing…


And every few meters you’d see the corn man…who makes corn on fire wood…you can smell…that special scent in the air…another boy selling soft drinks…and the typical carriages with the guy in the jilbab calling for his…TERMISSSS…..7AB EL3AZEEEEEEEZ…JJJ


Very nice a seen. Very homey feeling…


What made me really smile…was the seen of a nooby old man in his huge 3emama walking very very proudlyآ  wearing a five times bigger than his size…PINK jilbab !!


He looked so sweet and nice…really cheered me up…


All my life I’ve been watching theses scenes…feeling that love in the air…


All my life I’ve wished I could be one of those who enjoyed that simple walk by the Nile…I did it once back in college and it felt amazing…I hated seeing and admiring from my car…or justآ  having a peak as I enter a big hotel by the Nile..


Last night I wished I could stop and go stand next to those wonderful people who are used to finding joy in little things…


And as I thought that I saw a big white wedding dress with a groom holding her hand…and I thought…what???Wedding by the ???


That’s it!!….I think the most amazing thing about Egyptians that they know how to smile at all time…with what is less than any one would imagine…Egyptians are charming…attractive people and it all comes from the simplicity they have and the sense of humor they tend to force on every situation…


We are imperfectionists…but we have great Great Spirit…


And you can ask…THE HAPPY NILE J

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update: after posting this..i knew thatآ fifty egyptians were’nt so happy..

check eno’s post:http://emoussa.jeeran.com…7adeed ya seka!!

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Analyse this !!

Silly people make fun of it and find great mockery in bullying someone and keep calling him a wacko!!


Around our countries. This science is still a fetus. Saw the light only among mental institutes. Where only crazy people are admitted…


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But in the west. This kind of therapy is a normal issue…when someone feels down or troubled because of any tragedies or new circumstances affecting him. It is only natural to seek professional help…


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My advice. Is not to seek it unless you are positive that it’s not a lack of faith matter. Cause sometimes being way far from faith causes discomfort and disorders out of guilt. If that was the case…reach out for Allah. Maintain proper praying andآ  quran…then ask for help…


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Psycho analysis is great in givingآ tools in letting one know how to deal with himself better. How to acknowledge his needs and faults and deal with them. How to seek direct answers. And confrontآ it and others…


It is great in pointing ways to deal with past circumstances…and accept life as it is and search inside for true skills…


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Open up your mind and welcome a great healing process…only if god forbids you ever need it…


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Another one..

Back grounds. Lovely sounds…


Happy faces…flying rice…


It is nice…all is nice…


A thousand roses stand in lines…


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In my hand. A holding hand…


Feeling numb but…i will stand…


Say the word. Grin and grin…


But for god…why feel like sin?


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Braid all light into my heart…


Now I’m starting from the start…


Now I’m leaving another part…


Now I’m riding the dreamy cart…

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I should see the other one..

Life with her should..begun!!

Breaking fences as we run

Oh..i know that she’s the one..

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Never meant to say her name…


Never meant to fit her frame…


Never meant to burn her flame…


Never meant for her to claim…


My heart. Will never be the same!!


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Baladi…

Baladi..i love you..

Baladi..i care..

Every step i take in any street..roots love in me..

All the flaws and all the good raise a step in me..

days are history and nights are beauty…it’s home everywhere..in any house

With tan smiles or a joke someone shares..

We grow by far…more and more..and all we are in love with you..

That’s not poetry..that’s not talk..that’s my feeling every time i walk..

When i see the glittering nile..with trees huging it’s shore..peaceful boats resting or spreading it’s wings and heading away..

That’s what i feel when i never feel..but warmth anywhere..

That’s how i feel when i touch the sea or hit the waves..

When i fill my lungs with alex’s air and feel sorry that i have to exhale..

You are so special..you are the one

the end and what has begun..

After all that love..hug me close..don’t let go..i won’t go..

Baladi..they jump in the sea to run away…why??

Baladi..they glow farrrrrr..not under your moon..why??

Baladi..they want to speak..why wrap their lips..why??

They want your hand..don’t cuff theirs..why??

They love your nile..your sand ,your style..why shut your door..why??

I bent my knees ..for the storm to pass..but it won’t pass..why??

I sighed and lent my tear and cry..to the near by ..why??

Baladi..Accept my gift..of life and loveآ and please don’t letآ itآ die!!

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Half moon …half story!!

Love stories..

First Qwaider’s ahmad & hayam…then,M.M’s The past never returns..

Now ME!!

Heartbreaking love stories is laying it’s shades around…

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“It’s like they are the only couple around…not on earth..but on the moon.

آ  she is east and he is west..she looks as far as she can..she only sees theآ آ آ  darkآ side of the moon..can’t see him..vaguely she could hear his voice..she’d run towards the sound..emptiness is all she can find…

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He grasps the air…wanting to hold her..to find her..but she’s not there..not anywhere…he looks as far as he can..no sidn of her..he is bitter..always bitter..mad..of her or himself?!

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She feels missing..incomplete..lost..hurt..she cries for him but he can’t listen..he won’t listen..he wants to find her..in flesh and blood..not voices..not sounds..not floating emotions..she sits alone..cold andآ shivering..stares in space..longing for some care and tenderness..waiting and seconds won’t pass..heavier than mountains..she waits and waits..but knows in her heart..that he won’t come..he won’t move..or try..he won’t care..as for him,it’s easier to say goodbye..still she stares at the other side of the moon..where he stands alone?? who knows??

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He feels angry..why won’t she jump in the air..run toآ him..please what he wants..he is fed up..he won’t wait..he won’tآ  bear this..yet he waits as if he doesn’t care..he playes scenarios in his head..i’ll push her away..i’ll be rude..she can’t do this..she is such a b****..but i want her..but i need her..i want her back..he is looking away yet steals a peak..at her side of the moon…he tries to stretch himself as tall as he can..maybe he’ll find her coming running to him..he stares at her side..where she stands alone..is she??آ “

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The story is incomplete..cause they are not complete..it is, her and his side of the moon..half moon..half story!!

Inspiring toast !!

I read the book…although the whole idea is not tempting…


She is an actress so what is it that she has to say in a book???!!!!!


That would be the normal thought…but the fact is…she is every one…in a way…


I related to the idea…the book is called” burnt toast “…and unless you’re a mom you won’t know what that means…


It means…mothers…ordinary mothers who find themselves having the burnt toast and giving the great golden ones to their kids…


That is almost every mom…when we choose…we choose what’s best for our kids…i know…one would ask…why not throw the burned ones away and share the good?!


I honestly don’t know. But I think it’s an extra act of love. As if we’re declaring full loyalty and the will to sacrifice…


Strangely TERI HATCHER…refered to the matter as a big flaw regarding treating herself…she thinks that we should not do that..But we should pamper ourselves as much as we do others…and I say…Regarding some matters..we can’t choose but the kids

We can not give them but toآ  the max…and treat myself nicely off their time??!!

Some times having the burnt toast is fulfilling…satisfying…we like to give and over do it.


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In the book she talked about another serious matter…Child molestation…


She was abused as a child…it was her uncle and that left her scared forever…damaged her soul as she always thought that it was her fault!!


That same uncle after decades did the same thing to another girl and that made her kill herself…Teri…couragously turned him in…She testified against him and he was putآ in prison for life


I guess that’s what abusers do…they make one feel guilty…even though they are the ones who’re guilty…they make them believe it’s o.k..then put all the guilt on them to keep them around for the lom


ngest time.

Don’t you even think that Arabs don’t have this problem…NO WE DO.

Predators are everywhere and among everyone. It’s just that no kid would ever speak up…

And those abusers are very smart…they are usually relatives or close friends to the family…they are usually the least one anyone can think that of!!


But they are monsters…beasts…waiting around some hidden dark corner to ruin someone’s life and corrupt some innocent soul…They should be so burned in hell and life…they are ruled by daemons and they lost their humanity long ago…psychiatrists said that they are mostly abused themselves asآ children…well…THEN they should’ve known better!!!


But regarding anyone who has had this unfortunate incident in his life…I say this…


It is not your fault…you shouldn’t feel guilty. As bad as it hurts. You shall find healing in Allah’s hands…he can mend that broken soul and sooth that troubled heart…


Allah would accept anyone. Who ever did anything…we may not think that we are worth it. But Allah is the generous. He has the mercy that should wrap u up in light…


Reach for Allah and you’ll be guided…ask Allah to take the pain away…to take the memory away…and help others realize that taboo…


WE should educate our kids rather than living as if there is nothing wrong in this world. We should talk to them with an open mind. We should expand this narrow heart of ours so it can contain them. And the world within it…


We should continuously ask Allah to guard them and keep them safe…


We should try to fear Allah, More and more and more and more……


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BACKSTAGE..me, myself and music!!

I KNOW MOST PEOPLE WOULD DISAGREE WITH ME…BUT…MAYBE THAT’S WHY I’M WRITING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE,.I MISS SOME ACTION;)


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As most of you know…i was born into music!!


My dad welcomed me to the world with a song…actually, I’m smiling know that I remember itJJ


I inherited his musical genes along with some other things. I thought music,ate it and drank it…Absorbed every tune that I ever heard…blues…jazz…hip…se3edy…pop.old new…it didn’t matter I could find amazing soul in each and every one.


Being among the musical factory made it attach even more…i went through the whole process from the words till composing them and recording it…yet I was never able to see the trick in the whole thing.


Coming up with the right tunes made me dizzy… it’s beautyآ is always amazing…seeing song writers use words as threads of silk was astonishing. To see all this talent in one place…at studios I’d see instrument players that are so so good and highly respected…


Yet music to me was always like drugs!!..i get all emotions and dreams from it..It’s the interpreter of what I feel and I’m its reaction!!


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After my blessings of knowing how religion soothes ones soul and comfort the troubled heart. I started to feel funny about music. I started to feel something is wrong with me…


I had no idea that it’s 7aram or makrooh or anything..i never heard before that religion talked about music..


But one day I was in the car with my dad..and he wanted to know what I thought about a recent romantic song he composed..you can imagine ofcourse what kind of sound system he had in the car…the melody and lyrics penetrated every single cell in me…the words were so so sweet and romantic..he did an amazingly loving melody that made my eyes water…and it hit me!!!


They are fooling people!!!


Dad isn’t that sensitive with love!! The writer which was a good friend of mine,has nothing to do with these words!! He’s actually in and out of affairs all the time…i’ve seen how he talks about women..joy puppets!!


What is that?? I thought…how can they sell us this illusion..do men really love this way?? Do they hear the breeze sighing when it passes through her hair?!


Do they really love her smile and need no touch!!


I was convinced then that they are selling illusion to people…people hungry for affection and aren’t able to get it in reality so they dream of it with songs..


Men like it cause it moves them and expresses how they are moved..which is great for them because all the girls, who are fools by the way, would believe that men loves them like fadl shaker or think that she is the most beautiful in the universe like saber!!


Music sometimes can be ..el7aga elasfara elly wa7ed momken yeshrabha lewa7da 3ashan yed7ak 3aleeha!! Just like old Arabic movies!! Funny but true..


It is like a consperecy…and song makers are actually making a great living plotting it…


And let me tell you this…the music business doesn’t stop at that! It affects and leads to more serious damage. It’s when the lady singer appears half naked to sell her record. When it is used in night clubs for dancing and drinking…most artists do drugs. And I’m not exaggerating. Thank Allah that my dad is into sweets!!


Seeing an artist stoned is common. If you’re interested in music


You’d know that most pop and rock stars get high before any concert…It becomes so normal that we won’t find it rebelling in time…we loose the right scale..


And please reconsider when u listen to sting or seal or even Michael Bolton. No one loves this way..so, save the tears and heart ache..


Even drama songs that scratch wounds..what’s the use of reliving some painful history??


And do you really need heshek beshek to celebrate?? It’s just customs..social traditions..when infact all this music leads to that every one attending the wedding is looking for a mate..just like African tribes do!!


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May be some people take songs as entertainment and don’t allow it to make much influence on them…I guess these are fortunate people..really lucky…


آ Cause until this day I find it very difficult to shut my ears when Iآ  happen to hear it not to mention what is stuck in my head till this day.addictive it is!!.


Actually now I think of it as part of whom I was…but part of what messes me up…


I try to stick to what’s in my memory for some fun…


And the moment I hear strings…i feel that they are played on my heart. And that hurts…weakens…makes you long for something doesn’t exist…

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“Killing me softly with his song!!”


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A globe within the globe

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That is one amazing organ we have buried inside our chests…

I guess it’s a creature within the creatures that we are…


It’s a globe within the bigger globe. It holds everything we are…everything we’ll beآ 

Every human sign that there’s a living individual here. when it beats it gives you another moment of life..another water drop to satisfy your thirst..another breath to guarantee a moment of future.

In it we survive and by it we’re alive..


It loves and we’re sensing and revived again..


It fears from the unknown..the powerful..it fears from hurt!!


It hurts and aches so we can run for cover and ask for help.


It understands..who said we understand by brains??!! No we don’t..we comprehend by the heart and analyse by the brain…asl el fahm da mesh 3ayez zaka2!!


You can find an uneducated badawe understands Allah and life more than a scientist in NASA…because Allah is greater and more merciful than we could ever imagine…he made humans believe his existence and power by their hearts…so he can be in everyone’s heart without interference…


Hearts are amazing. It could love deeply in war time. Think of soldiers. facing death every second but still they even love more than anybody else. They love their religion and fight for it. their land. their families and their wives


آ Hearts can’t stop pounding with love. With life. No matter what…


We can’t control it how ever we try. We just can’t. It leads its own path. We can be hard and controlling on the actions but not the master…not the heart.


They say: That civilization started when man postponed or regulated his needs. That’s what brains are for.


Along our life journey to complete faith…we intersect with what hearts dictates…sometimes fight…it is when we awake to the fact that we are holding the matter…our heart is the master…but we are regulating it’s beat…


And our prophet said (PBUH):


“Who loves for Allah, dislike for Allah, give for Allah and takes for Allah? Completes his faith”


We should love for Allah. At least try to…expose ourselves to what Allah loves and try to love it…life will taste differently…living and existing will have a different meaning.


We shouldn’t worry about the master. Cause he will rule. But we will rule too.


And some heart ache may jumpstart our own being.

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