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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Home and beyond

All my life i dread airport..planes..goodbyes and travelling.

My father used to travel a lot and used to take me to the airport so he could see me till the very last-minute.

Those last minutes before the departure…my stomach would ache…i would experience anxiety too close to fear…deep sorrow…and agonizing loss…i would cry 30 minutes before he left and 30 minutes after he’s gone…

When i used to travel with him i used to feel exactly the same that i’m leaving my mother plus extra pain that i am such a “nadla” for leaving her alone.

I’ve been raised that loving parents don’t leave their kids and travel unless there’s a true emergency…I’ve been raised to enjoy other countries but always stay in love with my country…I used to feel home sick the minute i step foot in a plane heading to europe or else…I am emotional…I get attached…and the longest i spent away from my kids was two days. Not only because they need their mother…not only out of responsibility…but out of love…when you love someone you hate and dread leaving…with kids its more hurting…to leave the very precious part of yourself…the most precious in life…

Why am i writing about this? I am because i feel extreme home-sickness because there’s a trip i have to take very soon…because there’s a chance I might relocate to a foreign country…a chance that anyone would see an amazing opportunity yet i feel extreme resistance towards.

I love every damn thing about egypt…good or bad…I have always seen beauty in it and its beauty even glowed more as i grow older.

My kids will be with me every second…but i fear for their safety…I want them as egyptian as can be…I realized, now, after being around Egyptians who have willingly chosen to immigrate abroad and who have lived there for tens of years and who have absorbed their culture and “damm” that i don’t want this “bliss”.

I don’t want the better life and better streets and better houses…I don’t want the western sense and way of life…i don’t want them not because i desire nothing better…I’m just scared…scared of losing my home, thus, my self in any la la land…

It is kind of ironic…how people who spend years and power to defuse their entity and be western and how people would die to keep the Egyptian skin tighter and closer.

Fear…fear of change…fear of the biggest risk of all…pure fear!

 

Cairo Winter

The burning sun cools a bit…the fuming dust rests a bit…night noise tones down a bit…

My skin likes smooth fabric covering it heavier bit by bit…hot drinks are favored a bit and ice melts goodbye…

Walks are longer and more frequent…outings are earlier…nights are lonelier…and mornings are louder and busier…

I meet my winter…for i have grasped my first breath in December and it was chilling cold i bet…

I meet my winter and i miss Cairo winter…when streets sparkle at night and its yellow lights bring me moral warmth…

In winter i notice the fuming sweet potato carts by the Nile and the smoking hot Huge pots of spicy chickpeas waiting for a cold couple to hold it’s hot cups and laugh over the heat of the chili meeting their cold teeth…

In winter i notice Cairo lights falling on the dark waters of the Nile painting a thousand paintings of Cairo night colors…

Coats and Shawls hug people intimately and encourage them to leave their warm beds and breathe in winter nights clean air…

My winter is about movies and poetry and the occasional ride with a loved one under Cairo preciously rare rain…

It’s the mild quiet announcement that another year will be gone forever…that another set of dreams need to be written and wholeheartedly wished for…and that a list of heartaches need to be torn away to a long gone farewell…

I love Cairo winter…I love my winter…

Elections drag queens

The first parliament elections after the revolution should be a liberating very exciting experience for me…as giving my vote, now, should make me feel ecstatic since democracy “is” being practiced politically in my country now on a new wider scale.

But…I don’t feel this way…I don’t feel the democracy in the air after we fought away a corrupt regime…I feel confused and here’s why:

– The new age politicians and the new representatives of the public who are running for seats in the parliament are mostly from the old faces we’ve seen for years and who were in total cooperation with the old government…few new faces appeared…faces that have no experience and doing no publicity so i have no idea what are their agendas or what they are capable of.

– incidents of violence and killing distracted/consumed us during the last few months that proper preparation for the elections were not made.

– the way the fundamentalists and the Muslim brothers are gathering themselves so powerfully and organized is actually freaking me out…I do not believe in a religious political party…I think it defies the religious aspect and messes the political life…yet, I accept their representation as a democratic aspect…but in the absence of equal powers to sustain the balance…i am worried.

– Many of the candidates sound and seem like drag queens…they over do wanting to sound “politicians” while they only make me either laugh or feel sick :S

My dilemma now…I don’t have many names that fulfill my political needs so i can go there and vote for them…I need hard home work and research to find a couple of names who are worthy of representing me in the new era Egypt is starting.

My needs as a single working mother.

many discourage me saying that i shouldn’t bother as it will be a messed up situation in Egypt anyway…I refuse to think so…as, I have no asset in life now but passion and hope!

أوركسترا البلاد

من هو ذلك العبقرى الذى يقود أوركسترا البلاد؟

يشير الى الكمانجات فتكاد ان تقطع أقواسها الأوتار وهى تصدر أحدّ وأرفّع صوت يشبه كثيراً نحيب السوبرانو

ويومئ الى الأبواق فتصدر نفيراً فزعاً عميقاً ثقيلاً تهرب منه الأرواح

ويتغاضى عن قارعى الصاجات فتحدث رقعاً فوضوياً يصم الآذان

ويقبض على حفنة هواء فيسكت البيانو ذو المنطق الراجح

ويرسم دائرات وهمية بعصاه ليطلق عنان شغف التشيلو

ويسمع أن المعزوفة بها تناغم ونشاز تعانقا كزوجين بشهر العسل أحدهما من الصومال والآخر من أيسلاند…لا يفهمان لغة ولا يعتنقان دين ولا امل لهما الا العناق الحار ولا نتيجة مرجوة فكلاهما عقيم

يسمع العبقرى ولا يمل القيادة…فالنغم الحائر يطربه والايقاع المكسور يشجيه والغموض وراء آلات غريبة يمتعه

 من هو العبقرى الذى يترك النهب ثم يمسك الغضب ثم يبرر التخاذل ثم يهب الفُتات ثم يجفف المنابع ثم يخيف الضعفاء ثم يخطط الاعمال …اهو من دولة الموسيقى ام مهندس من دولة المبانى والماكينات ام خبير من ساسة العالم ام غفير امسك عصاة اوركسترا البلاد؟؟؟

لا اعلم…لكننى اثق انه لم يسمع قط ناياً ترقص على نفحاته اغصان الريف ناياً أمسكت به اصابع قاسية لفلاح اصيل ، نفخ فيه من نفسه ليعطى الكون عذب رقة انبثقت من شقاء

هو ليس سلفياً حرّم الناى

وليس ليبرالياً اجهضه المال

وليس عسكرياً يغمره الرصاص

وليس سياسياً لحنه كلمات

وليس مسيحياً غُناه نوتةُ حَذِرَه

إنه شيطانياً…يميتنا ببطىء لحنه السام

فعذراً لمن يجهل مفتاح الصول

وأسفاً لمن يطرب بالنشاز

وسُحقاً للعازفين بجهل

وطوبى لمن تحمل..وتحمل..وتحمل…أملاً وحباً وتقوى

 

إلى مُلهمى…نعناعة فى كوباية شاى

Jan. or June??

Like nothing has changed…Like arrogance never learned the lesson…Like Evil never subsided in front of the powers of what’s right.

again…they strike…again they beat…they injuir and they kill.

With their newly bought fiercer tear gas bombs and their stronger bullets and their vigorous guns…Again they behave ruthlessly and again they carve a thousand holes in the flesh of the egyptian people.

And again…they find weaponless people to blame…and again they detain civil to the military jails and in front of  the military courts they will be judged.

It is all coming back again…

Like a rerun…a cruel show that won’t stop running…

Am I naive thinking that a new era has begun?? was i a fool? you might answer yes…but let me tell you…maybe the wishful thinking and the simple true rights i am in favor of and would always call for sound silly to you…

Maybe i sound so…but…basic line…plots are dirty…power will forever contaminated…politics will forever be a nasty game…and fact is WE WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON BEHIND THE CURTAINS.

So..silly or not…no one has the truth but the ones playing the game…the military…the government…al-ekhwan (semi-knowledge/fierce plotter) and USA.

The most absurd is the government…the puppet show.

The old wolf in the military is soooo internally powerful that he sits back and points at things so they be or NOT.

Al ekhwan don’t give a rat’s ass about who gets hit or killed or unfairly prosecuted…their eye is on the “chairs” and they are focused and organized…manipulative and dumb sleepy people defending them should wake the hell up!!

USA…orchestrates…not clearly…just awaits and just waves the wicked wand so that the whole middle east would stay under its wing and playing for its favor.

DAMN trash can!!

but…we…simple ordinary people can’t help but stick to what our narrow realization leads us…to what our heart tells us…to what we believe in.

YES there’s a conspiracy…but…is it avoidable?? conspires can use any random act or event to make a catastrophy…brainstorm, can we help??

I don’t know…I’m not sure…it is way out of my head.

But i know this…I know goodness when i see it…I know justice…I know right and wrong…I know of ideals.

I know NO ONE should use force against civils…no matter what happened and why. It is against the very basic human rights…It is against the very basic morals and democracy.

I know no civil should be detained by the military and prosecuted in front of their courts.

I know the police should organize security not lead to its explosion.

I know ordinary people should WORK…and WORK and WORK to save our country and economy and stop the god damn strikes and the god damn chaos…I know we have many rights that were swallowed in the rotten tummies of the thief this country used to let run it…but everything has a proper timing and our rights (financially) can wait till we save the land we belong to.

I know that the Prime minister should be more firm…that al3esawy should be fired!! immediately!!

I know that a freakin’ football match shouldn’t be our main concern NOW!

I know that people want a humane treatment…a firm grip on security…a fair grip!

Fire has been burning tahrir square for the past 24 hours…fire that apparently was waiting to ignite since february…masks are dropping…new masks are going to cover other truths…untill when…well…until we succeed to finish what we started civilly…

Untill human life is treated as precious…Untill the egyptian flesh is not that cheap…untill we know what we deserve and work for it…untill we experience and practice democracy as a worthy nation…untill we view each other as worthy…and untill we choose and elect according to who’s/what’s best…not according any other sick agenda.

Well…I will keep wishing for the very best…I will keep believing in the freedom i want…I will keep believing in my right to live in my country valuably…I will keep wanting a better egypt for my kids to grow up in.

And I will keep praying…that all the mess accompanying the changing process would end as safely and pain-free as possible.

حسمٌ خاطىء ثم تعلم تتبعه حيرة

ماضى…

لم أكن يوماً ممن يحتارون…كانت لدى مشاعر تقودنى وميل وهوى يغمض عيناى بسحر ويمسك يدى بقوة ويسرع بى فى إتجاه أريده

لم أكن يوماً من حادى النظر…كانت لدى عيون واسعة ترى فقط ما أهواه وتسمح لزغللة الرغبة ان تموه الوجوه والحقائق

لم أكن يوماً بلا حُرية…قيودى أصنعها أو أسمح لآخرين بصنعها…حريتى أباها قوة وأمها نظر ضعيف وأهواء تقود بتهور

لم أكن يوماً أعرف تماماً أى شىء…أعرف بعض الشىء عن كل شىء..أحب أشياء لا تلتقى إلا عندى..أحب أناس بمقياس لا يفهمه إلا أنا

لم أكن أتقبلنى وحيدة…فالراحة فى تقبل الآخر والراحة فى وجود..أى وجود..الراحة فى السماح لمسخى ومسوخ الآخرين فى التآخى…الراحة فى الصراع

لم أكن أنسى أبداً…كنت أتذكر الحدث بألفاظه ورائحته وألوانه وتفاصيله وصوره وظلاله ونوره أو ظلمته ومشاعره وغباواته..كنت لا أتخلى عن ذكرى مؤلمة..بل أضعها بحذر كإسطوانة عتيقة حتى تدور وتتكرر وتعذبنى وتجتر الدمع القديم حتى يغرق صدرى

لم أفقد موهبتى فى خلق المنطق..أخلق المنطق وراء كل كسر لقيمة…أخلق المنطق وراء كل تخلى عن حق..كنت أخلق منطق نبيل لتغطية دناءات النفس وعللها

ماضى قريب وحاضر

تعلمت من…أخطاء حرقتنى تأنيباً وندماً

تعلمت من …أخطاء تاريخى والآخرين

تعلمت من…معلمة رأت متاهة ورأت العلة ورأت الموهبة وربما رأت الخير

تعلمت أن…أنقب داخلى بشوكة من حديد عن المعنى  وأدواتى ثم السبب

ثم…كان لابد للنمط أن يتكرر مرة أخيرة

كان لابد لإجتماع كل ما مضى لى وعلى وتجسده فى تجربة

كان لابد من مشروع للتخرج وكان لابد من تحويل مسار الحياة من ضحية نفسى لملكية نفسى

وكان…ومرت…وتملكت

وثُرت قبل الثورة…وثُرت مع الثورة وثُرت بعد الثورة

وقفلت باباً وسمحت لأبواب الكون أن تفتح

وإنتظرت…إنتظرت نفسى القديمة ان تطل على بنمطها المعتاد..او أن تفاجئنى بنمط جديد قد تَخَلَق

وأصبحت أحتار بين أشياء حميدة..عرفت معنى الحيرة..وفى حيرتى عُدت الى الاصل: استخارة ومشورة وبحث وتحقق

حارنى الأمر لأنى لم أكن أعرف كيف يحتار الناس…حارنى لانى لم أشعر أبداً أن لدى ما أخاف على فقده فأحتار…إنما الآن..ربما القيمة حملت معها خوف دعى الى حيرة؟

ولم أتوقف عن إنتظار أشباح الماضى أن تلبس أثواباً جديدة وتأتى لتلاحقنى…

إنتظرت ثقة يطير بها الهوى نحو مهانة أخرى أسَكِن بها مرارة

إنتظرت عيناى ان تموه لى الرؤيا…إنتظرت إبداعى فى كسرى

إنتظرت رغبة مرضية تلح وجود ما حتى أوجد…فقد صاحبتنى تلك الرغبة بصداقة وفيه منذ ان كنت طفلة…لم تتركنى يوماً وانا لم أخذل تلبيتها يوماً

وكنت أنتظر كل يوم…أترقب…وأستعد بأسلحة من تركيز وعدسات مكبرة محددة وتمكين مهارات أخرى وتدقيق قضايا حياة…

وكنت أترقب مشاعرى…وأسألها مراراً…وترد على أن أتركها تعمل فى سلام

ومرت مائة من أيامى الطويلة

ولم تظهر علامات الساعة

وجئت أكتب هنا…ربما إحتفالاً وربما تذكيراً وتوضيحاً وتعليماً

يمكن للأنماط أن تنكسر

بل أخاف أن أترك الجملة السابقة هكذا..أخاف على نفسى من التيه بنفسى..فلأحولها لسؤال

هل يمكن للأنماط أن تنكسر؟

أحب أن أقبل أن الإجابة نعم

بل..سأستجمع شجاعتى وأقولها عالية: نعم

نعم..ولكنى لن أرتاح فخدعة النفس أمهر الخدع

سأبقى على أدواتى وأسلحتى

سأقبل تعليماً جديداً ومعانٍ جديدة

أعلم أنى سأختبر الحياة لأنى لن أرضى إلا بأن أعيشها تماماً

وأعلم أنها ستختبرنى

سأجتهد..وأستعد..وأواظب

أريد أن أموت شبعانة

أريد أن أموت وأنا فى منتهى الحياة

أريد أن أكون حال عبادة

أريد أن أنطق الشهادة بدلالة حياة بإيمان وإيمان بحياة

اليوم…قبل ساعة…إنهمرت بضع قطرات من مطر خفيف على زجاج سيارتى

كنت خائفة وقتها..ترقرقت القطرات وفرضت إبتسامة وحمد وطمأنينة

نحن نسير فى الحياة بكل ما لدينا من قدرة…والله يرى قلوبنا بكل بقدرته سبحانه..ثم يهدينا من رحمته ولطفه إن شاء

سأتنعم بحيرتى…وحسم أرجوه راقياً..وتعلم

Force Sandwich

In my book, I expressed how the manifestation of force shocked me…How the sight of hundreds of guys in black costumes and the sound of their pounding feet on the ground and the grip of their hands on innocent protesters grinded my heart…I expressed all that and more, and it was like losing my “naivety” to the police force on Jan 25, 26 and 28.

 Fear broke the platinum curtain that hid dimensions of evil I have never been aware of.

 Now, I like all, have a brand new format that included practical politics, a country and respect of our right to a will.

 But now, on daily basis, I see other forms of fear…Fear from the sight of endless numbers of guys in ordinary outfits and the sound of their everyday noise and their hidden fists.

 Everyday my colleagues, my mom, in emails, on the radio, in mobile text and on the internet, everyone is warning us from the road traps that muggers create (rather innovatively I must say) to rob people and hurt them by the way.

Warnings like:

– Don’t drive in an isolated road alone.

– Always keep your window up.

– Never stop if someone asked your help or if you see a woman crying with a child on the side of the road.

– If someone threw eggs on your shield don’t turn on the sweepers, it runs milky and you’ll have to stop to wipe it and muggers will attack then.

– Don’t drive at night alone

…..etc.

My first reaction, is the same reaction I have when at some point of my life someone told me that women cheat on their husbands as much as men do, and when I knew that there was male prostitution in Egypt, and when someone would point at a car full of young dudes and say: oh…they’re shooting drugs!

My first reaction was always: OF COURSE NOT!!

Out of ignorance, I always refused to believe that such ugliness and evil existed to that extent.

I just wanted to believe that very very very few women could cheat…as I wanted to believe that only one half of the human kind are that weak…I needed to feel that families have a good shot at surviving human nastynesses and its results.

I just wanted to believe that manhood: the father figure, the provider, the strong protector, the support, the wisdom and the loving spouse could never sell himself…that when women through out history did that, it was because they had no respectful father/spouse…or self value.

I just wanted to believe that drug users are not that much and do not feel that their problem is that mild to the extent of showing it on the streets and that they wouldn’t drive high and risk killing people.

I know how silly, half logic and how far from reality my thinking was.

 But I never thought that after growing up enough to realize fully the amount of potential evil in myself and in other people, that I would still meet those warning with the disbelief I had.

 I had to see for myself to believe.

 I had to see two trucks hitting intentionally a police microbus carrying no one but a driver, the two trucks that were driving to the left and to the right of the police microbus kept coming closer together till they made the police microbus a sandwich and totally ruined the sides of the car.

The poor driver didn’t even wave an arm.

He kept moving…He met fear of people…He knew he was to be tortured if he would stop.

Ordinary microbuses and taxis break your mirror because you happen to be driving in a lane that they see more appealing.

 Beggars on a desert road -that I take everyday to reach the office- frighten people not ask them for help.

They pound on shields and they approach ladies inappropriately.

 A colleague was robbed the other day and the egg plot was used on her.

 Fear people feel from ordinary looking people could be traumatizing as you can never anticipate when it’s going to hit.

 My main concern is this: How can we reach truck and microbus drivers, beggars and such angry segment of Egyptians to spread awareness on the importance of having security in our streets?

How can we…who will do this?

Those Egyptians don’t have facebook (how I feel so alienated from them now), many won’t be able to read flyers and of course they have no time to watch TV.

 Don’t we need to work with them…face to face…with a nice attitude and in down to earth tones and language?

 Will it be an only guys plan?

I am brainstorming here…suggest…spread…do whatever you can.

But what we must all realize here, whether we are egyptians or not…The real deal is not only about changing titles and names…The real deal is not only about force…The real deal is not about slogans or even meanings we are newely trying to taste/indulge in…

The real deal is about all the aspects…aspects that show in neon lights or in tabloids and aspects that is so deep and so rooted in the very mud of our land that many of us don’t even realize.

The correction plan need to work to reform all aspects as we might be correcting the frame of the country, but without the real people of the country nothing will be worth it.

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!!

About tomorrow…

I know in my heart that the revolution did it…I believe the change has been done and what’s left is a matter of formality.

After all, Changing mind sets of millions is definitely the Change that will make tyrans falls…or they have already.

The aftermath is what occupies my mind now…who’s next…what is next…how would the country be handled??

The several questions people choose to add answers to from their preferences.

Well…who’s next?

I can not speculate…personally the only name that appeals to me is Amr Mousa…yet, I’m not sure he’s tough enough…i’m not sure if he is a man with firm actions and fast decision-making…

What’s next?

More democracy definitly…less corruption for sure…not total…not complete…but related to the amount of correction that happened in the Egyptian mind and personality, as ordinary people are the ones playing under the big names’ ruling…corruption won’t be the default and people learned NOW that who ever messes up will be punished.

How would the country be handled?

Noone..and i repeat no one in any position that could handle egypt had any experience in handling a democratic country…the corrective system we want and wish for has never been trained for or practiced…so i guess it will be a matter of doing their best or…trying to do their best…and again, democracy won’t be completely practiced by the government…but…the people will always have the power to change…elmared tele3 men el2om2om 🙂

that being said, having incomplete corrections and unexperienced trials and being led by someone who doesn’t have the “know how” is not a bad thing…as a matter of fact it is the first step in the road of excellence…

Which brings me to a last question…is there a chance of an excellent fair ruling??

Well…flawless and perfect…NO!!

With pros and cons but most public can agree on…well…possible!

Why?

Because i believe that power and what it attracts (lust, money and arrogance) is a major fetna that no one can handle 100%.

This is how Humans are, was and always will be…

but…i also believe that having a totally correct government is not the most major accomplishment we can gain from the revolution…it is the recreation of belief in will power, freewill and pride.

And this meaning can’t be robbed from any of us…if we choose to nurture it, it can take us to the highest levels of humanity.

So…Tomorrow is about every and each one of us and the new-born treasure that has been handed to us..not about the one person who’s going to be president.