He welcomed me in his house
He was a little bit shy
Has sweet tiny fingers
He said:" this is my home "
" I like to play here"
" I have lots of friends"
Look in his eyes…the innocence …the pureness…
the ambition...the dream...the freedom
...well...he still does not know the truth of this country...the reality
I showed him his pictures...he smiled
I just came from Tahrir and saw an amazing picture
the lights in the square were closed…that is why the pictures are very dark…and I am sad that I did not meet Alaamanal ... I am a big fan
There are citizens who say that the condition in this country will always be the same…and it will never ever change…
and there are other citizens who say that the condition in this country can be changed if they do something…so they planed for the sit in Tahrir square and it was nice that some people took part in an event like that…at least they have done something ...hmmm...haaa...fffffmmm...aha..but the condition did not change
I tried to explain to him that this is dangerous and could lead to accidents …and innocent people could be victims and die … well it started when I took the microbus to go home…and I sat beside the driver…he looked religious because of the big long beard and the way he was dressed…and I was looking from the window until a car drove across the street…and the driver did not see it…so I said “ be careful “ and the driver stopped suddenly to avoid the crash…all the passengers were very anxious …I was relieved…but then I saw what he was doing …he was driving with bare feet ( with no shoes )…holding the Quran with one hand and reading from it while he was driving…I told him that this is not right what he was doing…he asked me if I read the Quran…I told him yes…then he told me that he does not have time to read but only while he is driving the microbus...I told him that in this way he can not concentrate on driving…it is the same like talking with the mobile phone...and that he can make an accident…but he said that god knows our destiny and if something is going to happen it will happen and we can not avoid it…even if I drove with full concentration…but I said that we should do our best and the right thing first and then accept the end result …anyhow he did not listen to me and did what he wanted to do …and I came home safely
He is one of the best of them…hany …the last Egyptian in star academy…he is a hard worker…has an acceptable voice…enlightened and talented…behaves decently with the other girls in the academy with no hugs and kisses ( and we know why )…has a very nice personality and a good heart…but I fear that he will go out of the academy…why…because we do not have time for him…we have our tough life…and to call for him costs money and we barely have money…and what will I get if he won…nothing…he will maybe be famous …make an album or something …maybe be a movie star …and that’s it…but in the first star academy we have done everything to make this loser named Mohamed Atteya to win the competition…and what a nice model
for the Egyptian community he became…
I can not stand that any more…it was like I was waiting for something like that to happen …to explode…yes…I exploded…because everything has a limit…and this was over the limit…and I can not accept that …
I wanted to buy the newspaper Sot El Oma ( I do not have a TV at home so I always need something to read while I am eating ) but the store in the corner of the street I live in was closed…so I went to the end of the street (500 meter) where I knew another store…but it was also closed…so I asked someone and he told me to go another 500 meter and I will find a bookstore…so I went there but he did not have this newspaper…and he told me to go another 500 meter and I sure will find someone …so I thought I will better walk this distance cause I already walked to that point so I do not need now to take a taxi …plus I will have to pay him 2 pounds and the newspaper costs 2 pounds so that will be 4 pounds…and when I finally arrived there ( it was in Tahrir street beside the metro station…by the way …on my way I saw a lot of young hungry and very dirty children sleeping on the street...and I will discuss this problem another time ) I found my newspaper…I gave him 5 pounds...the man told me ( in a rude way ) that he has no change ( although he sells newspapers and books all day long and actually has to have a lot of money ) …I went to a supermarket and returned back to the man and gave him 2 pounds…he told me “ no …2.5 pounds…”
I did not answer him cause I thought he was mistaken and I took the newspaper to show him that it is written on the newspaper that it costs 2 pounds but he suddenly took the newspaper from my hands and put it back on the shelves…first I did not understand what he did and there was a woman working with him that told me …” he wants to take a tip…give him a tip man”…I was shocked…I told him “ what…what happened to you people…do you really want to take 0.5 pounds more from an ordinary Egyptian teenager who is not a foreigner or a man driving a Mercedes car…the money is not the thing I am talking about…I can give you 3 pounds if you want…but the behavior what upsets me…the way of thinking…if you took from me…and from another person and from everyone who comes to buy something from you today 0.5 pounds extra …then there will be a catastrophe…this is greed…this is dammed unfair…”so I gave him 3 pounds but he told me then “ well…so you will not take the newspaper…I will not give it to you…”
Stop…at this moment my blood pressure increased immediately to the limit where I shouted to him so loudly that all the people on the street came to see the show…” what the hell do you think you are…are you insane…are you crazy man…I hate you …I hate you …” and then I looked to the people around me…" I hate all of you…I hate all of you …I hate all of you….I hate all of you" …and was going to hit the man but the woman stopped me from doing that and gave me the newspaper and took the 3 pounds from my hand…other people took me away from this seller while I was shouting “ I hate all of you…I hate all of you”…well maybe they thought I was crazy…well…honestly it was the first time for me to do something like that in public…but this incidence was an alarm…a critical sign of deterioration in this country…it is like there is no other thing left for us but eating each other like animals…and at the end…the newspaper seller won…and I was the loser ...and what I did was wrong
الموبايل بتاعى رن من ساعه...الساعه كانت تقريبا واحده بالليل...نمره معرفهاش...مين يا ترى...ربنا يستر..قولت الو...سمعت صوت كوكو...كان صوته حزين جدا...و بيعيط خلاص...قولتله ايه يا كوكو... فى ايه؟ ...مالك؟...قاللى ان والده طرده من البيت...و اخد منه كل حاجه ...حتى موبايله...طبعا اندهشت...قولت اكيد حصل بينهم خناقه جامده كالعاده...بس ان الموضوع يوصل انه يتطرد من البيت...كده يبقى الموضوع اخد منعطف خطير...حاولت اهدئه...حكانى انه حصلت خناقه كبيره فى الشارع بينه و بين والده مش عاوز ادخل فى تفاصلها...بس انتهت ان والده سابه فى وسط الشارع من غير فلوس و روح البيت...طبعا فى احد الاشخاص صعب عليه فوصله البيت...قام حصلت خناقه تانيه اكبر فى البيت انتهت بطرده منها...و قال له والده انه يروح عند ولاد خالته او عندى يبات فى البيت...اده...ده انا اسمى دخل فى الموضوع...المهم راح عند ولاد خالته و مش عارف يعمل ايه دالوقتى...قولت له يستريح الوقتى و ينسى كل اللى حصل و ينام و بكره إن شاء الله نشوفلها حل...و قولت له انه يجيلى بكره الصبح بدرى قبل الكليه...شكلها كده لازم اتكلم مع والده...مع انى حاسس بقالى فتره طويله ان والده شايف انى السبب فى تمرد ابنه ...و انى اثرت عليه سلبيا...مش عارف اعمل ايه...انا حنام الوقتى برضه وبكره بقى ربنا يستر
I hate taxi drivers…I am sorry but I have to confess that I hate them from the soul of my heart…every time I take a taxi to go somewhere I arrive to my destination with deep depression…and anger of course…and what happened today is normal for me because I face it every time I take a taxi…well we all know that if you want to know what is going on in this country…the news…the prices…the disasters and the rumors…you pick a taxi and talk to the driver on the way …ask him what you want ... but be careful…he will ask you also…he will know you from head to toe…but this is not the problem…the big problem is the final conversation with him…yes…the price…but let us first talk about the horrible journey with a taxi driver…
you show to him with your right hand to stop…well he will not stop…he will slow down…try to hear the name of your destination…and if he does not like it…he will continue moving…and here is the act that kills me…he does not say “ no” or“ sorry” but rather turn his head to the street in front of him …and that’s it…oh…and if you have luck…and there was traffic jam…well…good luck…you will never ever arrive to your destination....
ok…lets continue with my great events with taxi drivers…for instance that man today…he stopped…I opened the back door…he looked at me with an angry face and said…”come on my son…sit beside me…why do you sit behind”…I told him that I do not want to put the car belt…and that the cold air coming from the opened window annoys me”…he told me “ you teen-boy …if you are not coming to sit in front…you better go out of my taxi…I am not your driver ”…
I picked another one…he was in the middle thirties…told me the whole story of his life…his troubles with his wife…his children…his health problems and of course that he does not have enough money…ok …I knew…he will take a lot of money for that ride…after negotiation I gave him 2 pounds more than I actually wanted to give…
Sometimes I feel like a bottle ice tea standing on the roof in a supermarket…and all the taxi drivers pass in front of me …look to me…hear my voice …and if I was not their type…then they will not take me…but if they found a bottle or 3 to 5 bottles Champaign …I mean foreigners …they will take them immediately
on the way back to home…the taxi driver was listening to the worst singer I ever heard…Shabula is much better…and he had the tune to the maximum…I told him politely to turn the volume a little bit down…”what…you do not like him…blab blab bla”…he mad a move with his hand to give me the impression that the volume was lower now…but it was not…ok…and the cigarette in his hand…I wanted to tell him to throw it away…but better not to say…he will argue with me again…I already have headache…because of…bla bla bla…do I have to name it all…ok…lets go…the taxi was very dirty…and the smell is not better than the public bus and microbus…and he chose the way he wanted to go and did not want to hear any advise from me…and if I wanted to go to an inner street…he refused…and then the money thing…my advise...if you have an mp3 player...take it with you
But I am sure there are good taxi drivers out there…but where are they…anyone wants to take me for a ride
By the way…there were 2 fights with this taxi driver in the picture…first because of the money I gave him…second because I took a picture of him
رئيس مجلس الإداره وأسره شركه ايجبت طظ تتقدم بخالص العزاء و المواساه للأستاذ مجدى محمود و المهندس ذكى محمود لوفاه شقيقهما السيد الأستاذ احمد محمود المغفور له بإذن الله ، تغمد الله الفقيد بواسع رحمته و اسكنه فسيح جناته
و لد شاب يتقدم بخالص العزاء للدكتور وائل شريف فهمى فى وفاه زوج شقيقته المرحوم بإذن الله الأستاذ احمد محمد محمود و للأسره الصبر و السلوان
I knew it…yes… I knew it…but I could not believe it…it is not our fault…yes…not our fault that our country looks like a mess...chaotic…stinky…everything is dirty…the streets…the buildings…the trees…the cars…and the people…it is the weather…it is your fault weather…we do not have much rain…what if we had rain
Ok…we have rain now…the air is clean…the streets are clean…the cars are clean…we have nice looking buildings like those in rainy countries…we have more plants…trees…green areas…our land looks beautiful…we are not sticking around this long river…we do not have a large population…we have lots of food…no poverty…we do not have depression…we have a healthy life…trnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…
Oh no…the alarm clock…I was dreaming…what a nice dream…buf lakh…jaq…what is this in my mouth and nose…jaq jaq…sand and dust
Yes baby…it was a dream…look to the people living in Africa…they have a lot of rain…but they live in poverty…look at the pharaohs…
Ok ok…I am late…I have to go now…I will talk to you later …bye
The Oscar night was fabulous…yesterday it was a long day for me…I watched it from 1 am to 6:30 am (due to time zone difference)…and it was worth to watch as the surprise of the Oscar show was at its end…ok…and I went late to college this morning.
Lets talk first about the stars…in my opinion the most beautiful dress was for the actress Rachel Weisz…
ntment…as he was trying to make the audience laugh…at the beginning I had the feeling that he was a little bit nervous…but then he tried to overact to make the evening funny...but at least he was not horrible as Chris Rock in the last Oscar.everyone on this planet was sure that you will win...why were your hands shaking?
nice smile...nice performance...but too long speech
bravo...I hope you will not name your baby "oscar"
The most enjoyable thing is to be in a public bus…but you have to be careful…because it never stops…you have to run …jump…hold…get squeezed…shout loud…hold your breath…and finally jump for your freedom
You will know the feeling of a tuna fish squeezed in the can…you will smell a nice cocktail of sweat of people who do not know something called deodorant or think it is better to keep the money for something more useful…if you have luck you will get a big beautiful animal like a flea…and if you do not have luck you will miss a fight …especially between fat ladies…and if you want to reach the door you better jump from the window…because of the friction you will cause when you rub yourself with people in the bus…and this friction can make fire…especially if you get accidentally in touch with an ugly woman who thinks she is beautiful…she will think that you wanted to rape her in silence…but she will never let you go ….you will be immediately executed
I can not believe I was in my lovely bus today…I am honore
