61:71

فى حديث مش فاكرة نصه حالياً ومكسلة بصراحة أدور عليه..كان النبى صلى الله عليه وسلم بيتكلم مع احد أصحابه وبيتنبأ بحال المسلمين فى الازمنة اللى جاية من بعده…

كان بيقول ما معناه ان المسلمين حيتفرقوا 71 او 61 شُعبه كلهم حيبقوا فى النار الا من اتبع سنته

ايام ما كنت حافظة الحديث ده و تلات ارباع احاديث النبى اكتر من اسمى ، كنت بقلق اوى واقعد افكر وابحث فى الكتب واقرا للعلماء عشان افهم ايه الشُعب المتفرعة من الاسلام واللى حتتحدف فى نار جهنم دى

فى بحثى فهمت ان كل مجموعة سَمت نفسها اسم وحكمت ان “طريقتها” هى الافضل هما فى الحقيقة حطوا نفسهم وسط الـ 71

فهمت ان السُنة اللى متبعيها حينجوا من النار هى غير السُنة اللى الناس فهماها…مش جلابية قصيرة ولحية وسبحة …الخ ، لأ…يا ريتها كانت بسيطة كده كان زمان الجنة مساعتناش…

 وفهمت ان ربنا مخلقش الاديان عشان الناس تستخدمها عضويات زى النوادى كده

انا مؤمنة ان تقسيم الدين الى فِرَق مش دين خالص

تسمية شوية مسلمين بـ “اخوان” وشوية تانيين ” سلفيين” وحبة “تبليغ” حبايبى من ايام الجيزة وجماعة” انصار السُنة” وعِد حضرتك اسماء الجماعات حول العالم حتلاقيهم كتير…مش 71 ولا 61…بس لو شفت الاختلاف فى المناهج بين غير الجماعات حتلاقى العدد ظَبَط

انا مؤمنة ان الدين كان مقصود منه بيان واضح لفكرة الايمان…خطاب ربانى لعقول العباد عشان تصحصح وتعمل الفكر انما الانسان ظلم نفسه كالعادة وبعتر الهدية وقسمها …ويا ريته لما فكر باختلاف عن غيره سكت واحترم افكاره تواضعاً الى الله…لأ…ازاى…ميصحش…لازم يفشخ اخوه الانسان ويعايره ان هو اللى اخترع الطريق وان اى طريق تانى فى النار وبئس القرار

ودى الحقيقة…المناهج اللى بتكفر بعض كلها متلزمش ربنا فى حاجة …وكلها اونطة ، لان السُنة المُنجية هى : حياة النبى…والنبى مسماش طريقته…وكتير كان بيختلف حُكمه على الشىء حسب اختلاف ظروف الشىء او الناس…كان سلس…متفهم…دقيق…ليّن…رقيق…حنيّن…

عمرك سمعت عن صحابى سلفى ومراته اخوان وحماه تكفير وهجره؟؟

اختلاف الناس بعد عهد الصحابة دليل تقوى؟؟

تفتكر ربنا عايز ايمان مستقر فى القلب وخير بيعم الجميع ونزاهه بترعى الحقوق وشرف متصان واعراض نقية وامخاخ ذكية وعدالة وتطبيق كل ده وقت الشدة ووقت الرخاء سواءَ بسواء…ورحمة ببعض لما نغلط وتسامح لما نقصر وعفو لما نقدر…اعمالاً برحماته هو نفسه علينا وهو القادر على كل شىء…ولا عايزنا لابسين بادجات وكل واحد معاه كتيب “رؤية الجماعة” بتاعته؟؟

هل حيبقى فيه نضورجى على باب الجنة بيكشف على الكارنيهات فيدخل الاعضاء بس؟؟ وساعتها لازم ابقى عضوة فى انهى جماعة؟؟ الجماعة اللى حتضمنلى انى حدخل الجنة لما ابقى عضوة فيها تقول..

الموضوع مش كده؟؟ كلنا داخلين؟؟ طب قارف #$$% امنا ليه يا عم؟؟

 المُسمى: مُسلم

 المعنى: بتحاول ونفسك وبتسعى انك تحب ربنا وتحب الخير اللى ربنا بيعلمهولك كل لحظة انت عايشها

الطريقة: لا طريقة…لا مُسمى..لا جماعة..لا وسيط بينك وبين الله…لا مُعلم للايمان…لا مرشد للمسلمين…مُرشدك قلبك ومُعلمك القرآن والطريقة بتاعة النبى بالفهم الصحيح …ووالله والله والله…علم اتعلمته بقلبك من القرآن أصح وأقيم ألف مرة من ميت شريط لشيوخ الطريقة اللى كل واحد منهم وظيفته الاولى هى جذب مسلم آخر لجماعته …زيادة عدد وبالتالى زيادة نفوذ بتوصل لهدف ما لا يعلمه الا الله

انت فاكر لما واحد اخوان ولا سلفى ولا غيره يبقى رئيس جمهورية حيبقى معصوم؟؟ مستبعد يعمل زى حسنى ويشفط البلد؟؟ تبقى ولا مؤاخذة عبيط..عارف ليه…عشان المؤمن واللى حب سُنة النبى مش ممكن يقعد يخطط عشرات السنين عشان ياخد سُلطة…عارف ليه؟؟

 البنى آدم المؤمن فاهم كم المسؤلية اللى عليه من حكم شعب وخوفه على نفسه من فتنة السلطة بتخليه مش ممكن يرشح نفسه ويسعى…عشان كده كان الحكم ايام الصحابة كان بالتوصية/التكليف/ المبايعة…ويبقى الصحابى من دول حاكم بلد وهو كاره عيشته وعينيه فى وسط راسه وبرضه سبع الرجال وكله بس كان يقعد يدعى ربنا انه يثبته…فتنة السُلطة جبارة

بس محدش فاهم

بعيد عن السياسة… الايمان اعلى من ان بشر يسوق قلبك له…الايمان اعلى خصوصية بين خالق الكون …خالق الحياة..اللى بيوهبك كل نَفَس…اللى سايب قلبك يدق…اللى سايبك تعانده وتعصيه وتتذاكى على اوامره…اللى صنعلك كون بحاله عشان صنفك يعيش ويتمتع لعلك تعرفه وتقدر هديته وتشكره…بين الله وبينك

مينفعش ابداً تقبل ان كلمة “يا رب” ينطقها لسانك بصوت واحد تانى غيرك انت

منهجك انسجه انت…عَرَفه انت…نقيه انت…

اغلط فيه وامسح وعيد من الاول…اغلط فيه وقطع الصفحة واكتب على نضافة…اغلط فيه وخليهادام عينك واقلب الصفحة وحَسِن بس انت….كتابك انت..بخط ايدك

 متغشش من بليد

Brief to a focus, to a raw truth

It was never easy for me to focus…through out my life, i would either see clearly or blur totally. Focus was never intended…was never a tool i used and was never one of my skills.

I was introduced to its importance a few years back and as part of my therapy. and boy, was it hard to learn to focus especially when it came to emotions…and since my emotions usually used to drive me rather than my rational thinking, it was an almost impossible thing to master.

But with time…With practice…With experiencing certain hardships that forced me to use that newly learned skill, i started to earn its bliss bit by bit, untill my mind took some of the control it had unconsciously let go of  in favor to my heart…i even learned how to intentionally lose focus when it caused a counter reaction…

And yesterday…i discovered a whole new meaning of focus.

Yesterday i was interviewed by a journalist where i had to tell the journalist a story of mine…a real life story.

Have you ever tried to tell a true painful story of yours to a complete stranger?? i mean a story that happened over the course of years…and to someone who’s not interested in you one bit but in the story…and to a cause where you are totally aware that you should be brief, 100% honest and clear??

I mean TOTALLY honest…even the little hidden facts that you always keep for yourself to keep your pride or the little lies that helped you see the situation more reformed than it really was or the little editing you intentionally did to make a hurtful story line appear more poetic…TOTALLY honest!!!

And brief…the journalist asked specific questions and wanted THE answers…no swirling around the answer…just blunt answers.

And i am someone who doesn’t usually lie…especially when asked…i almost never answer falsely to a question unless great harm is going to happen to another person because of my answer…so it was easy to answer truthfully.

BUT…it was not easy at all to view the story that clear and that blunt.

There is another set of facts that reveal when you see a story clearly. you, then, see the true meaning…the clear value…what you really did…how stupid you really were…or how ugly others were.

And a painful sting penetrated my heart…i thought: if only i knew how to rip off all the sugar-coating bull shit we do to wrap ugliness with just to humiliate ourselves…If only i knew how to see a story -while i’m at it- that clearly and that honestly and that bluntly…I would have saved myself a whole lot of wasted years and heartache…

but after a few minutes…i breathed out a great amazing sigh of relief…seeing bluntly the story showed me as bluntly that i was never at any point shameful.

I may have been blind…naive…stubborn…anything…but i never justified being shameful and i never allowed myself or anything to disrespect my dignity by accepting disgrace…in the most ugly situations i fought for my dignity…never misled it in the name of anything…even the name of love (which in my opinion is a great a greater pit of crap).

And maybe that is what really matters in life…To be dignified as a human being…no matter what happened…regardless of the story…that is what really really matters.

Thing is…all the truth, clarity and real value you need to save your dignity is laying right under your nose waiting for you to just look…

We can be focused and accept the truth while we’re in the story and before it ends onto us.

We can contribute to the scenario…we really can choose a story line…at least then…the ending would never be shameful…never!!

Dear Daddy,

Dear Daddy,

I miss you beyond expression.

I miss calling you every night…Sometimes I forget you are not here any more and I pick up the phone to call you.

Forgive me for being angry at you…I sometimes get angry only because I love you…and because I missed you…I missed you all my life…way before you died.

Now…I feel grateful for what you left me…You left me a passion for art and a legacy of your music.

Yesterday As i was driving to the book club i put on a CD where you sang with your voice in a rehearsal…It was so warm and so precious and so painful to hear your voice talking and singing.

Dear Daddy, four years have passed…they feel so much longer…a lot has happened in my life;

Things that you would have prevented me from doing…people you would have protected me from…Accomplishments you would have embraced me for…I did screw up at times, but daddy, I did mend…I am trying my best…I have pursued little triumphs that would have made you proud of me.

Today i signed with a publisher who’s interested in my writing…your name and mine will be on books dear daddy…proud?

Your grand children whom you adore are doing great alhamdulelah…Your music is alive…with my little limited resources i am doing my best to make it alive…I promised you a website that contains all your biography, i couldn’t do that but i created a facebook page that is quite as good…you don’t know what facebook is!

I never forget my voice…my music…I live them for you and for myself…Jumana sings beautifully too…and Hassan has an amazing ear for music…I am writing…I am loving…and I never stop remembering you.

sometimes when i have the urge to break the rules I think of you and walk straight…People always greeted you that you had good kids…respectful kids…They were always amazed that an “artist” had three decent kids…Well, my brother and sister are more than amazing daddy…

I do my best be that…I do my best not disappoint you…and not disappoint myself.

If you were alive, would you have forgiven my mistakes??

Some how…I know you would have…You were always understanding, friendly and open minded…you were very strict in a lovely way.

You gave me so little time as a dad but you carved so much in me when you could.

Sometimes I hate myself for resenting things related to you…Sometimes I think that I don’t forgive you…but, now i know for sure that i do…I love you so much and appreciate everything that formed my spirit and my mind.

May you rest in peace…May all the good and generosity you’ve done for all the people I knew of after you passed away would be rewarded.

I am who i am because of everything you were.

I love you…

Rasha

Lane

Will you always turn your back?

leave on a bleeding track…

Will you always walk away?

pump into the walls of the lane

fit in as it closes on you again…

hide the tears that fall and sway

from side to side afraid to say

How hurt you are…what they did…

Will their noise forever be your tone

Will the lights dim the black and crack the bone

should your eyes burn with their sting

Will it drive you insane and turn you to stone

You smile You smile You smile

Support him and stand for a while

and they would shoot

and your heart… your root

will always long away and away

and your tears will fall yet sway and sway

see,  your lane is longer than long

and the walk is anything but strong

and the shake in your hands will point who’s to blame

and the break in your voice will scream his name

and the sight of the tiles stretching afar

and the ache in your heart will deepen the scar

and life will all be the lane

as you walk wishing it ends

and it will end

but the lane will carve your name…

*Inspired by Alicia…

I can see summer…

Summer in Egypt has various shades, depending on which area of egypt you are in.

Downtown and business/market areas it SO hot and SO crowded and sweaty all the time in summer.

Coast line  has amazing breeze, sunshine, sparkling waters and not annoyingly humid (If yo stay away from Alex).

Country side…So green…so fresh…so hot and no one i know goes there…I don’t have a place i can call: 3andena fel balad….where families bring their tons of natural butter and fteer mshaltet…My mother’s city is Alexandria and my father’s ancestors are from m7ala but he was born in Beirut and raised between Libya and italy then he settled in Egypt…living between Alex and Cairo…so i get my fteer usually from Omar’s Oasis 😀

Cairo people find themselves a few spots where they could enjoy summer without having to drive for 2 to 3 hours to the coast.

Private clubs where we can enjoy swimming…Hotels and resorts…and Nile cruises or nile viewing restaurants.

Why all the talk about summer in Cairo? Because It feels great that summer has started, although i have been always a winter girl…still am…but i need the pool…exposure to the sun…light clothing…the freshness of change.

Strangely, despite many annoying stuff happening within my social circle and in spite of the chaotic political life that really consumes a big part of my day…I am optimistic…I wish for the best to come…I sort of know that all will sort out with time…everything always does…and while we work, give things time and act in the right direction…we need to live…fully live…we owe it to ourselves…we owe it to life!

So…Welcome summer…sandals…Sun tan…splashing waters….new hopes…renewed faith in goodness…new realities…

It’s a new season 🙂

groups or not!

A group…Apparently everything in life is bound to form groups.

Life is run by a group of people with mutual interests to make the biggest fortunes sucking people’s blood.

In politics, there are groups within a government…groups within a political party…and groups within ministries.

In businesses, there are groups within the company…groups within the departments…and freakin’ groups within the groups.

It is driving me crazy…I am not a group person…I may like someone in particular and do my best never let that show at work, like that girl who was my assistant in my old company…I LOVED her…she was so kind, so pure like babies and so good at work…she was amazing…I supported her fully while always trying to be fair and objective.

I am not a group person…I am a company person…some colleagues like me and some hate me and I go along just fine with both.

And when someone like me joins an online business/professional group it becomes a true challenge…especially if the group creator is a narcissist bitch…A group admin who never allows anyone to disagree or question the GREAT experienced creator…A group admin who’d reply to a counter opinion in bold red letters that it feels like a bull is running after you :S

I lose my mind easily when I’m annoyed by arrogance; that filthy human behavior that people confuse as pride or strength.

Socially b2a, I blend smoothly in groups but I don’t approach that…or let me say , I never attempted to approach that…I am a one to one person…I love to give from my heart and love to receive truthfully without the influence of a spectator.

Yet, going out with two or three friends is so much fun so I do it rarely but with the RIGHT company that will not ruin the good time for me.

How? Well, girls could relate to the following:

–          When you are having a great time with friends and you say something funny so they laugh then a specific girl would comment: why you laughing, that was a line from a movie.

–          When you are having dinner with friends, then accidentally go to the rest room to find two of your friends gossiping about you in there.

–          When you see the look, the meaningful mean look one of the girls gives the other to draw her attention to something you are wearing or something you just said.

–          When a girl can’t take a joke and tet2emes and ruins the whole outing by ranting so that everyone would spend the evening pampering her.

–          Or when some girl decides to be funny on your expense, so she would tehreeky tarya2a.

–          OR…elkebeera b2a, would teltosh bremark semaweya then when your face changes she would say: eh?? Bahazar…friends beyhazaro 3ady alla!!

Yeah…girls do that…not all of them but it is very likely for at least one incident of those mentioned above to happen within a group.

So, I am not a group person…I like individuals…and every other year I get the urge of knowing new friends…like these days…I have the urge and I am knowing new people of  a certain criteria while cherishing and treasuring my precious old friends.

Which leads me to another related point…I want…I NEED new female friends…most of my best friends are guys…so much easier to be friends with a guy…we get along instantly if he has three things: intelligence, sense of humor and respect.

But…I need the female bond…I have been a loaner for quite some time now and I was humble in my expectations so I didn’t allow myself to seek or even be there for friends to seek me.

so…my quest now is to open up and allow myself to enjoy new female friends.

I don’t know about groups yet…as except for the book club which i absolutely love and adore, i was never in a group…but…I am open for attractive suggestions and I promise my full devotion.