بقايا ام وجود تام؟

ربما تحرير العينين من كُحله …طيُه بيدين من حرير…إسكانُه دفء خِزانة عزيزاً..هو أكثر أنواع الترك طُهراً…
وربما الإستمرار فى تقبيل ثنياته مع كل شهيق متهدج هو أطهر القُبلات على الاطلاق…
المهم..النقاب لم يعد غريباً…لم يعد مخيفاً…لم يعد مُقصياً…
فنحن من نصنع الأشباح..لإحتياجنا للخوف…
الخوف من طيه..او الخوف من تقبيله..
ففى الحالتان..تتكشف نفوسنا!ا

كانت ترتدى عباءة سوداء ..طويلة..ساترة..كثيفة..تخفى تحتها الوان زاهية..وأنوثة رائعة…

كانت ترتدى عباءة سوداء..مثل كثيرات..يرتدين العباءة..وربما النقابم..ثل نساء إتخذن العباءة ستراً عرفتهن فى حياتى..وكنت منهن..

ولطالما خاف الناس من السواد..من النقاب..من الإختلاف..صنعوا خوفهم فى أذهانهم…وعاشوا..وعشن

وإمتدت أيدى..لتضرب..وتكشف وتُعرى وتمتهن وتهين وتزدرى وتقتل شيئاً ما فى أذهانهم..وشيئاً ما فى أرواحهن…لكن

ما إنكشف حقاً ليس عورات ولا لحم ولا الوان مستترة..ما انكشف حقاً وتعرّى هو الجانى المَهين الضعيف المتخاذل المائع اللا إنسانى المُحطم المزدى وهو أحق أن يُزدرى

عجباً لمن تعرى فاستتر..وإن خلع فهو خلع خوفاً وهمياً فى أذهان الناس فبات رفيقاً يُحترم

وعجباً لمن عرّى ففضحه رجسه وفجره

وعجباً لما يحدث فى العقول من نقلات..تُعيِن على الأمخاخ أمراء فى يوم..وتقصيهم منفى الذكريات فى ثانية

وعجباً لما يمكن أن يفعله مقدار متراً من القماش…فقط عندما نسمح له

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A tiny pinch of salt…

We were having sohour, I and my mother last night. she made us the greatest dish of foul ever (Fava beans)…it had nothing but a tbsp of zebda balady (home-made butter).

I took the first lo2ma…tasted goodbut something was missing…it felt like it needed more butter..but the thought clinched my arteries and there was no way I could add any more even if it is yummy.

My mom felt the same but she said: ” it needs a pinch of salt!”

She added the salt and voila…the dish zabat!

It really tasted like it needed butter when in fact it needed salt.

And yes, this is  a metaphoric post…and yes, our intense life issue that is missing something to sort out for us and suits our taste is in fact in need of a wake up call and a pinch of reality to really make good..then we could really enjoy.

More Huge heavy burdens might kill us…salts, on the other hand, may burn if sprinkled on wounds, yet guess what…IT HEALS!

I’ll tell you…

How does cruelty form?

When you have no desire in someone…or satisfied your desire in someone and it’s over, your senses become numb towards them…you no longer breathe them…feel them…eagerly want them…seek their tiniest attention hungrily…so, your senses and hyper heart and urges to seek them gets muted!

It is then, when, they might have responded to you… felt you…gotten infatuated by you…

It is then, when, they feel pain and plea for your attention…and you’d be muted! numb! couldn’t care less! don’t give a damn about them!

They would lose sleep…they would feel pain all over them…they would feel saddend…they would lose their minds over you…and you’re not even aware.

They’d think you’re cruel…they’d regret feeling for you…they’d hate themselves they got that attached…they’d yearn for you…

and you’re muted…sensless…you’re cruel!

And broken hearts mend with much time and much healing.

And the table turns…the broken heart toughens…and seeks and gets numb and muted and hurts another.

Always happens…will always happen…and the pain we inflict will be inflicted upon us.

this is called love…this is what frightens me the most…this is what i refuse to embrace…

I refuse to get  hurt by an eager heart who will change his mind and go numb on me.

I refuse to hurt someone’s heart  and mute over them.

Hearts flip like a coin…Hearts pulse with life…and stop to their deaths…

Cruelty forms in the heart…side by side with love…

And no one appreciates the precious vibrant heart…no one!

Flashlights in my eyes

Thursday 30th June

Live music…Piano…caressing, pressing on, pounding and dancing on the keys with his brilliant fingers…the piano was black and grand…and the music revived my soul…took me away from life and up to the skies…I breathe…I, then, breathe…then suddenly and by an odd chance  I was exposed!!

I knew it was time…

 

 

 

Friday 1st July

Morning: Surrounded by many colleagues…watching a scene from a movie as part of the studying process: and there it was…music…a guitar that screamed on the sidewalk…a talent disclosed…and she joined him on the piano…he was humming the tunes…she was playing them…he was guiding her through the notes…and she was following his melody…and i had him in my head sitting their…on the black grand piano…humming tunes and guiding me into playing them…then we sing together…and he’d smile i get the tunes…and he’d smile when I harmonize…

a girl from the group looked at me…smiled…and said: does it remind you of something?

And I couldn’t hide the sting that evoked many soundless tears to flood from my eyes…quietly i left my seat to head to the bathroom…no one noticed me but my best friend…the bathroom was busy so i stood at the end of the hall…facing a tiny window overlooking the empty street and a dull tree…and i breathed him out…with many tears…hearing the couple from the movie still playing and still singing and hearing my heart still weeping but i choked on the sounds…my tears are silent…soundless crying…and i cried…cried…and cried…till the tears stopped on their own…I managed to wash my face…and faned it with my hands dry…and went back to my seat hoping my eyes are tearless…my pain over missing him at that very moment inserted a sharp pin in my heart…and it wouldn’t go away…

 

 

 

 

Friday 1st July

Afternoon: A boat in the nile…amazing breeze…kids that look older at that very moment…many years have passed…and i worry…I worry about them…

the boat turns…the smoke from my cigaret blows towards them…so i stop smoking…and i wish i could smoke…my mind was worrying over my kids…my heart was missing a beat…a certain beat i only know of…again…should i be grateful i had a long time-out from that beat? should i be grateful i have it now?

The Serenity of the emptiness was good while it lasted…

Here i am…slightly slightly aching again…living again…here…i…am…

 

 

 

 

Saturday 2nd July

Noon: the circle felt complete…I felt the belonging…the secure belonging…despite being conscious and putting myself out there in front of them…i know i have the guts many people don’t have…so i might as well enjoy it…act upon it…and trust them…

I trust them…I trust it…it…that ties me to that grass and to that breeze that blew through my hair…to that sky…to it…that spirit…

I feel WHOLE there…and M’s eyes always hug me…always…always…all i have to do is look at her…when i’m confused…in pain…scared…uncomfortable…M’s look hugs me…and i…I AM…I AM there…on that spot on that day at that time holding that book…I BE.

Noon: I know what I’m good at…I know what i want…will pursue it wholeheartedly! 

 

 

 

 

Saturday 2nd July

Night: The market was so so crowded i could barely hear myself thinking: why the heck have i come here to shop on a SATURDAY?!

Mom was smiling…we were walking inside and each had a kid in her hand…a kid who wanted to pull his/her hand away and walk freely…but we wouldn’t let them…too crowded…too damn crowded and we have nothing but those kids…we love…LOVE LOVE those kids and we LIVE for those kids…we wouldn’t let go…

I looked at her and said:

– “I need a break”

– “aren’t you having one already -ya nasaba”, and she laughed.

– “Not really…attempts only…i need to set my self free…”

– “entaleqy ya bent elmontaleqa “, she laughed again and nodded that she understands…then she made something with her hand -while still smiling- like flipping a burger on a grill.

– “No…Idon’t believe that would happen to me…other things may cause that…I harm no one…I am a good person”

– “yes you are”

we didn’t talk again…but as we reached home she gave me that piercing look that contained: take care of yourself…i’m scared over you…and i understand, all at the same time.

I looked away…didn’t say a word…end of story!

 

 

 

 

Sunday 3rd July

Very early in the morning: No need to be smart to get it! it’s obvious!

Still naive? Is it a bad thing after all?

Well…I feel every emotion and speak every word SO sincerely…and that is so rich and so valuable…no one and nothing would ever rob that away from me.

Rational I gotta be…and mature as I know I can.

Watermark: Breathless…restless…focused…trembling…strong…emotional…sincere…defensive and slightly slightly in pain…some say I’m vulnerable these days…well…I am a tough gal…so, all combined,,,,I’ll be ok.

 

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

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…

And to my surprise, men get it!

Sometimes it feels lonely in the ethical world.

Sometimes, I and many others i know feel lonely as we practice our beliefs because we feel better about ourselves while we do…yet some other people might see these beliefs as unrealistic, unnecessary or just weird.

We live anyway, feel proud anyway, brag about our ideals anyway.

Sometimes we fail our own beliefs but because we are already familiar with them we would always reach a point where we remorse and retreat back to a higher bar of values, that would make us feel good about ourselves again.

I, like many, when i embrace values that are not so common among the -modern society- i feel lonely sometimes…but the most refreshing thing happened to me the other day.

Let me take you back to the Summer of 1996…I was in my last college year (studied Law btw) and my Lebanese hunk of a cousin came to visit Egypt for 18 days…His mother is Egyptian so he had a nice humor and a special machoism added to his gorgeous appearance.

a few days later something just clicked and we had a super summer -totally innocent- crush ever!

He extended his visit to be one month then returned to Beirut.

We both discovered later on that a proposal was fought big time within the family…

I got married and each of us lead his different life…only a family call or email here or there kept us in touch every couple of years…but one day, about a year ago and while i was married, he decided to call me…he was emotional…I apologised politely as i felt against talking to someone i had any sort of history with while i’m married…time passed…I got my divorce and just the other day he knew from his mom so he called…we talked a nice welad khalah conversation and suddenly he said: I want to express my total respect for you…Because you were truly exceptional refusing to receive my emotional call although I AM YOUR COUSIN out of respect for your husband.

My smile was so big my cheeks hurt…MEN GET IT!! someone thinks my too much cautious is respectful…someone recognizes a value so alien today i am called mo3aqada because of.

Men respect the respectful…they read the gestures…they value the valuable.

Men, might seem OK and encouraging when we want to lose it with them and get involved in any habal…that’s because they react to an open invitation that instincly they can’t refuse and of course they’ll say and do anything to get it.

It was not a big thing…it was just a phone call…but the rule was clear in my head…the mere presence of a husband was a clear criteria for me.

Speaking of which…Women, as mo3aqadeen as i am get those 3o2ad from a very special place in their lives btw…I am speaking of mature independent women, we aren’t born with values and we have out grown the strict fatherly cocoon that keep us safe.

We have simply gotten ourselves burned/or watched closely a loved one doing it  at some point by false concepts and delusional modern dreamy sweet talk that attempted to rip the dignity and coat it with a short-term delicious sin…that burn is the base that we build a strong life path upon and a solid set of values on.

We all burn ourselves and we all allow others to hurt us at some point of our lives…but only the proud…the graceful…and the authentic know when to face the hurt and build a new vision with it.

In the phone call, I have wished my cousin the best in life…He wished me the same and we hung up as friends…no emotions were there, at least from my side…nothing but a sweet memory and a lovely recognition.

And it may feel alone in the -good world- but the time will come when something refreshing will happen and all the alienation will feel sooooooo worth it.

Last Thursday of exhausting March

Dear Blog,

March has cracked my bones…It has been confusing, exhausting and mind draining…and really tight with the bucks…

But Today is a brilliant day…It ends and takes March with it.

It takes all the waiting…All the confusion…All the back and forth annoying movement between offices, decisions and urges.

March ended and I’m happy that i can mark the end of a 120 days critical phase in my life.

Today, I settled in my work…made up my mind and settled…and I am happy with what Allah gave me…and i will build from there…not build anywhere else.

Today, although i was very worried about my sick mom, Her spirit lifts mine…she is a very courageous lady, don’t know how i forgot that and expected her to stop caring for her health…Inshallah she’ll be fine.

Today, I decided to recall my old forgotten ability to gain friends…for real. i tried to deactivate Facebook (i don’t need virtual communication,,,at least for a while) but i couldn’t as I’ll be deactivating Dad’s page as well…so, i made it a private profile…i don’t wanna read two liners from people…I want to hear from them…I’ll focus on the real people in my life and the real people i would like to earn their new existence.

Today, I will buy a book and read…and I will write as vivid as i did before “news” took over my life…and I will work for causes…and all that with the help and will of Allah.

From now on, I will have fun with my kids…I will listen to old music i love…I will dance and walk down my favorite street.

and I will welcome a new month…a new quarter of the astonishing life changing year of 2011 and i will set new fresh goals…I will enjoy life, love and people…I will fight when i need to and i will relax as often as i can.

I’m glad i have you bloggy…forgive me for looking elsewhere 🙂

A Quick post about everything…

  1. I don’t like calling AlTahrir the hyde park where people make mini concerts and visit…I guess i have to elaborate a bit as lately I’ve been bdalda2 thoughts that get misunderstood ;)…Of course we should support and join and share…Support and have a part in a cause we believe in/fight for…but just lets not make it a heeeeeeeeiiiiiiih habal thing…plz…it is way more serious and meaningful than this.
  2. I don’t like how every artist that ones bashed the revolution and cried for baba mubarak now goes to Tahrir for redemption!! that is lame…that is publicity…that is fake and sickening….and as much as i would like to generalize, i will force myself to give a few the benefit of the doubt and say: elly 3eref ghalteto sincerely Rabena yesam7o. noting that…it is so much easier to join the revolution now that it is recognized and legitimate and the whole world is giving it its true value…kont fein ya tamer welnas btet2ata3 henak??!! that is what really was worth your weeping :S
  3. Who ever is spreading fear about the economy i have to say that they are exaggerating…the situation is not bad…not yet anyway…many companies are still holding on…Most people have returned to work…some even started a new job (yeah…mabrook is due here :D)…and that can not mean by anyway cooling down about the revolution…on the contrary…we should all work as hard as possible to maintain and escalade its momentum while trying to hold our lives together…lets just focus on being productive in every aspect and go easy on being consumers…the lame phase should be over…the Egyptian Authentic spirit is rising now.
  4. ya khofy ya badran…men 3omar sleiman!!
  5. I am not sure about delegating Wael Ghoniem…well, the guy is great and all…he made me cry hysterically when i watched him on TV…but i have my worries and i won’t be shy to disclose that…It doesn’t feel spontaneous and easy to clap along…why?? just a feeling…maybe he can be among a group of activists who had a major role  through the revolution…yes…i would vote for that…he’s great and sincere and all…hmm…mesh 3arfa…i can think of a point or two…bas i’ll keep those in mind untill further disclosure 😛
  6. You have no idea how this new Era has done and is doing to life…masks have fallen…puzzles have clarified…True colors of some people have shown…hiden sincereities have been reveiled…ay na3am elgada3 gada3 bas elnas betban fel azamat…trivial stuff that were normally the strings that moved our moods from side to side on daily basis now have no weight nor control on us…and i say, if this revolution didn’t help everyone participating or even watching have the strength to fight their own personal battle then they haven’t really learn anything from that amazing experience we went through…
  7. 5 posts at least have disappeared from my wall on facebook…ok…about FB…i still don’t like it but i guess that activating it days before the revolution is something remarkable…ay na3am i did so for the sake of the “good old blogging days” event…and to pass some extra time during a bad few weeks…it turned out to be useful…and back to the posts i’m referring to…well, one was a tag from Insomniac, a video making fun of mubarak’s family,one was the mounir new song, one was Chris de burgh’s REVOLUTION and the fifth is a bad out burst on pro mubarak calls…most of those had comments by friends and one of my friends messaged me asking why i deleted the posts…and i answered: I DIDN”T…then i checked and i found many not on my wall….that is impossible i know…but i didn’t…i changed my password and emailed FB…how weird is that?!!
  8. About my book…the project is -of course- postponed because of the recent interest on the Egyptian street…but a new book is in the oven and the publisher is hungry 🙂 momken do3a2 plz en rabenna yetemaha 3ala kheir this time?
  9. Every God Damn presidential period in the world is 4 years with 2 times to run for presidency maximum…why, why why why does it have to be 6 years in Egypt?? that means we will be stuck with someone for 12 years…too much…really…they should really consider changing it to 4…i mean, i need to see presidents in my life time (law rabena edany 3omr) … 
  10. That guy -you know who- has a really REALLY heavy ass!!