Bad guys lose eventually!


Few weeks ago, I thought we were heading downhill and that free will has slept, but thank God, it turned out that I was wrong… Egyptians never let go! Ahmad Shafiq (Mubarak’s mirror image) has lost, and though our new president Mohammad Morsi raises lots of debates and controversies, still he came by our votes, which is a brand new experience in Egypt!

Ahmad Shafiq… Source: http://latuffcartoons.wordpress.com

I don’t know where he will be taking us, or if his plans for Egypt are as he promised, but at least, WE brought him and will support him, and if he lets us down, Tahrir square is always there! 😉 🙂

Mohammad Morsi… Source: Google images.

Eight taxi drivers you’d meet in Egypt!


The Egyptian taxi.. Source: Google images.

I’ve been taking cabs to college for like 5 years, which got me dealing with a wide sector of drivers, and let’s state the fact that Egyptian drivers are quite unique and pretty weird as well! Through my experience, I can tell that a majority of them fit under one (or probably more) of the following types:

  • The moderate: Either remains silent, plays Qur’an, or tunes the radio to any news or entertainment channel.
  • The disturbing: Fairly common and incredibly irritating! He feeds on local songs which are insanely loud and completely tasteless. Astonishingly, 90% of drivers in Egypt are that disturbing!
  • The chatty: Stepping into his territory gives him the right to buzz your head with all sorts of political, sports, and even religious discussions. Whether you remain silent or slip into the debate, he just never shuts up.. never!
  • The greedyAlways finds a way to abuse the “taximeter” and illegitimately increase the fare; he’d pick the longest road to your destination, or would just turn it off and ask for double the fare! You’d have to silently pay him ’cause otherwise, he’d make a scene!
  • The reckless: He’s above the traffic rules; no speed limit, no safety measures, and possibly, no driving licence!
  • The furious: Traffic jam drives him mad; he yells and swears at other drivers and passersby! At some point, you might need earplugs!
  • The psycho: Not so common, but you can’t predict him! One might go nuts only because you direct him to the right road, another might just talk to himself!
  • The too good to be real: Acts like your personal chauffeur; too much respect, and a fatherly tone of voice.. You’d then realize it’s your lucky day! 🙂
You might ask why the hell I would take a taxi, but trust me, you  eventually get used to such madness and after all, you always reach your destination safely.. 🙂

Bibliophilia: (2) A Thousand Splendid Suns


Source: Google images.

Reading about other people’s misery can sometimes be quite helpful; it makes you  realize you’re not suffering alone.. And with the current overwhelming ”political congestion”, I decided to finish reading Khaled Husseini’s novel, A Thousand Splendid Suns..

That novel portrays the endless suffering in Afghanistan along the years. Although the last few chapters really broke my heart, I couldn’t help but fall in love with the book. And except for few paragraphs that I had (as an obssessively-strict reader) to skip, I can’t help but admit that the novel is perfectly written..

Here’s the most heart wrenching part, where “Mariam” met her destiny: (SPOILER ALERT)!

Thousands of eyes bore down on her. In the crowded bleachers, necks were craned for the benefit of a better view. Tongues clucked. A murmuring sound rippled through the stadium when Mariam was helped down from the truck. Mariam imagined heads shaking when the loudspeaker announced her crime. But she did not look up to see whether they were shaking with disapproval or charity, with reproach or pity. Mariam blinded herself to them all.

Earlier that morning, she had been afraid that she would make a fool of herself, that she would turn into a pleading, weeping spectacle. She had feared that she might scream or vomit or even wet herself, that, in her last moments, she would be betrayed by animal instinct or bodily disgrace. But when she was made to descend from the truck, Mariam’s legs did not buckle. Her arms did not flail. She did not have to be dragged. And when she did feel herself faltering, she thought of Zalmai, from whom she had taken the love of his life, whose days now would be shaped by the sorrow of his father’s disappearance. And then Mariam’s stride steadied and she could walk without protest.

An armed man approached her and told her to walk toward the southern goalpost. Mariam could sense the crowd tightening up with anticipation. She did not look up. She kept her eyes to the ground, on her shadow, on her executioner’s shadow trailing hers. Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky.

She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the beautiful young woman that she would one day become, would not get to paint her hands with henna and toss noqul candy at her wedding. She would never play with Aziza’s children. She would have liked that very much, to be old and play with Aziza’s children. Near the goalpost, the man behind her asked her to stop. Mariam did. Through the crisscrossing grid of the burqa, she saw his shadow arms lift his shadow Kalashnikov. Mariam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad, Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings. Mariam’s final thoughts were a few words from the Koran, which she muttered under her breath.

“He has created the heavens and the earth with the truth; He makes the night cover the day and makes the day overtake the night, and He has made the sun and the moon subservient; each one runs on to an assigned term; now surely He is the Mighty, the Great Forgiver.”

“Kneel,” the Talib said.

“O my Lord! Forgive and have mercy, for you are the best of the merciful ones.”

“Kneel here, hamshira And look down.” One last time, Mariam did as she was told.

I guess now is the right time to pick an  uplifting book, The 7 habits of highly effective people would do fine! 🙂

Falling apart!


I’m back! Sorry for acting like I was abducted by aliens, but I’m so overwhelmed.. My schedule is messed up, exams are coming closer, and Egypt is politically on fire, which leaves me with a viscid sense of apprehension, insecurity and absolutely no desire to read or write a single letter!

It agonies to see all your dreams of justice, freedom and a better tomorrow burn into ashes right in front of your sight! SCAF’s beasts kill with no mercy; they’ve recently shot another schoolmate of mine right in the back of his head, while he was saving the injured!

Alongside, they’ve manged to kill our spirits! After all this fighting, after almost winning, people have let go! Most Egyptians now are seeking the easy way; the peace of their minds even if it’s fake, and even if provided by Mubarak’s man who has unexpectedly reached the “finale” of the presidency race!!

Now we’re left with two choices; Mubarak’s regime regaining it’s strength, or being ruled by a political party whose loyalty to the revolution is pretty controversial! And sadly, all the expectations pour into the side of Mubarak’s man, “Ahmad Shafiq“, and people have started to accept the defeat!

I feel quite confused, yet all I’ve got now is praying and praying and praying till a shred of light sneaks in!

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