I’ve seen it crystal clear..and i’m waiting no matter how long it takes..i’m waiting for him..the man of my dreams ..
They all say the same..they’ve never wanted a woman like they wanted me…they are all liars!!!
Wewent to our fav. cafe..that very famous egyptian one..Elfishawe..
Me and Enoآ manage to extract laughs just from each other’s company..we are so relaxed and outgoing together..regardless of all our headache issues..
We are the kind of friends that would like the same stuff and finish each other’s sentences..
And our nice night completed when we met summer again at the cafe..
We found summerآ and her husband kindly waiting for us..they were in the middle of the most crowded place in cairo..this historical..authentic and ancient cafe..where a thousand people are gathered in a one meter wide long lane..
There were no om kolthoum songs this time..only the apple scented smoke of the sheesha and the little tea pots..and people from all nationalities hanging out..sitting so close that you can count the hairs in thier 2afa:D:D
WE talked and laughed and i really felt even closer to summer ..i was so relaxed and enjoyed my time to an unbelievable extend..she so fresh and caring and the brightness in her eyes give you hope and even..power to live the moment fully aware and alert..
Mo7amed her husband gave us those lovely jasmines..we put them as bracelets..i can still smell them..as there smell and the sheesha’s added charm to the whole theme..
I think it’s great to appreciate little sweet..special things..
And i think it’s even greater to appreciate sweet people that are willing to embrace you in thier lives as a friend..
Unfortunatly we didn’t stay long..and the goodbye in the parking lot was aching to me..i was about to shed some tears when i thought…no girl!! she’ll think you’re silly!!
I loved you summer..very much and i’m soooooo lucky that i’ve met you..
And when ever i’d see jasmine or smell it…i’ll remeber our sweet jasmine night..
The anniversary of the Egyptian victory of the 1973 war against Israel..
On that day..our soldiers were fasting…they were fighting for the first time by the name of Allah..the word allah akbar never left their hearts as they prepared to one of the greatest wars in history..tactics and strategical wise..
Along with Syria..the country that bonded with Egypt for years as one ..
Both countries planed the whole thing strategically and they taught Israel very tough lesson that they will never forget till this day..When they crossed the canal and conquored the israeli myth!!
Egypt is celebrating..cause that day was our last acquaintance with pride until now…but hey..I’m not focusing on that now…I’m saying jazakom allah kheer for all the brave devoted fighters that lived to see the 33rd anniversary of it and may Allah reward you with the highest grade in paradise for the brave fighters that sacrificed their souls for Allah and their country.
Are you asking allah for strength?
I remember you..
You achieved victory and pride for us..
Not because it has cooled that i’d forget you..
Blessed ramadan..may allah grant you more power and wit and strength..you are the hope..what allah gave us to feel our dignity again..
Ramadan mubarak skeikh hassan..allah ye7fazak.
Iâ€™m losing it againâ€¦
I lost my temper and my best judgment and most importantly my cool mind yesterday at work and thatâ€™s why I didnâ€™t post yesterday as scheduled.
I donâ€™t have an accurate answer for thatâ€¦all I know is that I felt that things werenâ€™t as in control as they used to beâ€¦minor things around the office is irritating meâ€¦I started to raise my voice at certain occasionsâ€¦Iâ€™m not as comfortable as I once wasâ€¦
Is personal stuff affecting me again? Yes, they are.
Well, I lost 2 kg â€¦now I have 14 to go. Whatâ€™s great is that itâ€™s beginning to get slightly warmer the last few days and I know I really loose weight in summer so; hopefully that part of the challenge will be good.
Sometimes I wish I were with limited sightâ€¦walking a narrow roadâ€¦neither seeing nor bothering about whatâ€™s more out there or whatâ€™s below the surface. Sometimes I wish I had no great expectations from me or anyone else around meâ€¦just following a pattern and repeating a cycle day after day after day.
The moment I settle and begin to smile from relaxation and cozinessâ€¦something rocks my world and I start another challenge to maintain my stability again.
I never mind challenges as I love the rush of winningâ€¦but the repetition is tiring.
Yesterday morning I went to the club for the morning walkâ€¦I brisk walkâ€¦a girl ran next to me so I thought why donâ€™t I run? so I started runningâ€¦after a couple of minutes I began to acheâ€¦my breath failed me and I had to continue walkingâ€¦after a couple hundred meters I picked a tree down the lane and I set it as my goal to reach and I began running againâ€¦before reaching it my breath failed me againâ€¦after a while I set another point to reach and I ran and I reached it and it felt so fine that I repeated it again and again.
Now, that felt goodâ€¦but I wondered if that manifested the way I view things in generalâ€¦am I realistic and practical? Have I analyzed it right?
Why did I compare myself (34, chubby, poor lunged and tired woman) with a teenage fit girl running on the same track?
Why didnâ€™t I feel like I belonged to the same middle aged ladies trying to walk slowly just to reach a goal of completing the track?
I wondered if thatâ€™s why Iâ€™m having a hard time accepting lots of things around me that tells me everyday to want less and expect much lessâ€¦
I had a hard day yesterdayâ€¦my son isnâ€™t feeling so well and that breaks my heart.
Allah granted me so much lately and i feel humbled and guilty that I donâ€™t give much towards my faith and serenity.
I still â€“ after all the pain I went through- put so much from my soul towards peopleâ€¦I think itâ€™s time to slow down and reconstruct my world.
Hey, I lost 2 kg in week J