An Egyptian living in Europe but her heart stayed back home. Having some random thoughts about the before and after pictures. Ghawayesh means bracelets. In my context it symbolizes the cuffs of my culture. I don't know if I like them or hate them. Thanks for passing by.

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I started this blog in 2006 as a joke. Now that I look back, I have decided to take it seriously!

27 June 2011

I'm an Egyptian in New York..

So the lady sitting next to me on the plane, a nice African American 60-ish History teacher, asks me what I think the main reason for the revolution is, I answer, "citing a *most important* reason will be inaccurate & will discount reality".
She answers, "I guess you're right. They say Obama's speech in Cairo last year is what instigated the revolution, but I guess this can't be the only reason".

I die. The End.


France's burka ban descended into farce when the first women to be summoned before a European court for illegally wearing the garments were refused entry, because they would not remove their face coverings.

Speaking of Belly Dancing.. Here Comes Yousra Hanem.

Watch. Enough said.

قابلت كتير فرشوا لي علشاني الأرض حرير :))))

Omar Faruk Tekbilek- Sufism Aside! LOL

This guy made so many Sufi pieces yet this is by far his hottest production- one for belly dancing! Yeah baby! Belly dancing is originally rituals for the Mother Goddess religion anyway, so shake it in gratitude, you hot mama!

Originally from this song here (note Fifi Abdou having fun in the audience.):

The Sorceress & The Magical Perfumes- Omar Khairat

Modern Egyptian symphony. We might not be able to hear such beauty soon, thanks to the fucking Izlamists.

غوايش - كلمات سيد حجاب - ألحان وتوزيع عمر خيرت

في الليل وفي التباريح

يتلملموا المجاريح

والغرب يتقاربوا يقفم

فى وش الريح

وأنا جرحي لهبوب الهوا مفتوح

والصرخه تشلب دم من نني

وألم جرحي وأنوح بصوت مدبوح

في عيون حبيبة الروح تهنني

دا الحب مش سهم طايش

الحب زاد اللي عايش

دا أنا كنت مت

وحيتني ست الصبايا غوايش

26 June 2011

Mohsen Abuelazm Art محسن أبو العزم

I'd like this man to get international credit for his genius art. The world should see this! I don't know how or where to start but I'm working on it.

I have never seen someone before him, except for Salah Enany perhaps, who could express the Egyptian identity like he does. Every detail is so damn true to reality! Mind boggling!

I'll leave you with some of his work.

25 June 2011

Gibran.. About Reason and Passion

From his book: The Prophet.. Now that's who I'd call a real prophet!


And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion."

And he answered saying:

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite.

Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.

But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.

If either your sails or our rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.

For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing;

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

I would have you consider your judgment and your appetite even as you would two loved guests in your house.

Surely you would not honor one guest above the other; for he who is more mindful of one loses the love and the faith of both.

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason."

And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion."

And since you are a breath In God's sphere, and a leaf in God's forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion.


24 June 2011

An Eye For an Eye Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I believe that the best way to steer clear of trouble is to avoid looking into certain people's eyes. For the eye is the gate of the soul. Don't look them in the eye, and no one would get hurt.

In Egyptian culture we give a lot of importance to the effect of "The Eye" on our well being. Egyptians tend to believe in an invisible force coming out of our eyes that affects others negatively at a moment of anger or envy; in a phenomenon called "The Evil Eye" hitting people and causing them to get ill or change their happiness into misery. Meh.

The Eye of Horus is however an exception. It symbolizes good health and protection; and is actually used nowadays by doctors in prescriptions. It's this R/ that you see ahead of names of medicines.

Another eye is one that women wear with a blue stone. They call it the blue eye; which is meant to reflect evil energy back to the envious onlooker. They even believe that people with blue eyes have natural protection! (lol)

A more, to me, interesting eye is our Third Eye! The third eye (also known as the inner eye) is a mystical and esoteric concept referring in part to the ajna (brow) chakra in certain spiritual traditions. It is also spoken of as the gate that leads within to inner realms and spaces of higher consciousness. In New Age spirituality, the third eye may alternately symbolize a state of enlightenment or the evocation of mental images having deeply personal spiritual or psychological significance. The third eye is often associated with visions, clairvoyance (which includes the ability to observe chakras and auras), precognition, and out-of-body experiences. People who have allegedly developed the capacity to utilize their third eyes are sometimes known as *seers*. But I think we're all seers, since we all had at least once the feeling that there was someone staring at us from the backside, then turn around only to find that it was the case! They say we could see that with our third eye!

Some claim that the third eye is localized in the pituitary body and the pineal gland.

It was said that in the far past, when man was in touch with the inner worlds, these organs were his means of ingress thereto, and they will again serve that purpose at a later stage. According to this view, they were connected with the involuntary or sympathetic nervous system, and to regain contact with those inner worlds; it is necessary to establish the connection of the pineal gland and the pituitary body with the cerebrospinal nervous system. It was said that when that is accomplished, man will again possess the faculty of perception in the higher worlds (i.e. clairvoyance), but on a grander scale than it was in the distant past, because it will be in connection with the voluntary nervous system and therefore under the control of his will.

Last but foremost; some eyes are like precious diamonds. You just can't stop staring at them.. But after some time; you catch yourself making a total jackass of yourself, and that's when you decide that you should stop staring, and walk away. Give yourself a good excuse; like, if I stared long enough; I might turn into stone. For an eye for an eye makes the heart go fonder.


22 June 2011

Ryan Dunn Jackassed Himself

This is what's left of his Porsche. He died doing his duty; drinking and driving at a minimum of 210 Km/hr.

I wanted to show this photo to Egyptian drivers. Perhaps they would learn a lesson or two! More Egyptians die on the road than in any war we have been through..


20 June 2011

It Wasn't Me..

"I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper

— Rumi

19 June 2011

Tweets about sexual harassment in Egypt..

I have never been harassed like I was harassed in Egypt. P.s. According to research: 100% of the Egyptians are "religious".

I have never walked in the street without being verbally/physically abused in Egypt. P.s. Say it's my fault, then you're a 3ars (pimp).

A male who finds any reason to allow himself to sexually harass a woman needs intensive psychotherapy sessions. Dead serious here.

It has nothing to do with looks. Sexual harassment is a show of power; like animals in a jungle.

Walking in the streets for an Egyptian woman feels like being in a landmine. A rude comment might explode in your face any moment.

Comments thrown at (veiled) Egyptian women by passersby? "I want to lick your cunt". "Whore". P.s.Those are religious people for you!

Many, if not most Egyptian ladies have developed a real phobia to being in public places. Some use tranquilizers and antidepressants!

As my friend, Dr.H was having lunch in her car in her work break, an ass was masturbating on her window. She had to clean his semen.

Sexual harassment in Egypt happens at home too. Many, many Egyptian girls have been subjected to sexual abuse by a family member. :/

S.harassment has deprived me from a very simple right: to walk in the streets of my country.I avoid being in the street by all means.

If I could; I would chop off the genitals of the male harasser on the spot with a knife. Yeah that's how much this matter angers me.

التحرش في البيت يأتي من أزواج الخالة والعمة ومن أولاد العم والخال بصورة رئيسية

Our dignity and even humanity are crushed everyday. We need your help. Please stop sexual harassment in #Egypt.Together we're strong.

Girls and women who step into public buses get "fingered". Welcome to #Egypt; the land of the cuckoos.

Like in civilized countries; we want a LAW against sexual harassment. Where is the law to protect us?

Tourists are not coming back because of (sexual) harassment. This phenomenon could be destroying our economy too.

Image of the Egyptians my ass. No one is destroying the image of the Egyptians but the Egyptians.

One day soon; this should stop.

مدة الحمل في الاسلام .. الله أكبر

جاء في (البخاري كتاب التفسير حديث 4697) "عَنْ اِبْن عُمَر أَنَّ رَسُول اللَّه قَالَ: مَفَاتِيح الْغَيْب خَمْس ... لَا يَعْلَم مَا تَغِيض الْأَرْحَام وَمَا تَزْدَادُ إِلَّا اللَّه ).
(-) اِخْتَلَفَ الْعُلَمَاء فِي تَأْوِيل قَوْله : " وَمَا تَغِيضُ الْأَرْحَام وَمَا تَزْدَاد "
1ـ قَالَ قَتَادَة: الْمَعْنَى مَا تَسْقُط قَبْل التِّسْعَة الْأَشْهُر , وَمَا تَزْدَاد فَوْق التِّسْعَة ...
2ـ وَذُكِرَ أَنَّ رَجُلَيْنِ , تَنَازَعَا وَلَدًا , فَتَرَافَعَا إِلَى عُمَر ... فسَأَلَ نِسْوَة مِنْ قُرَيْش وقَالَ : اُنْظُرْنَ مَا شَأْن هَذَا الْوَلَد ؟ فَقُلْنَ : إِنَّ الْأَوَّل خَلَا بِهَا وَخَلَّاهَا , فَحَاضَتْ عَلَى الْحَمْل , فَظَنَّتْ أَنَّ عِدَّتهَا اِنْقَضَتْ، فَدَخَلَ بِهَا الثَّانِي , فَانْتَعَشَ الْوَلَد بِمَاءِ الثَّانِي ; فَقَالَ عُمَر : اللَّه أَكْبَر ! وَأَلْحَقَهُ بِالْأَوَّلِ.

هل اتفق العلماء على مدة الحمل؟
الإجابة: (1) الواقع أن الْعُلَمَاء اخْتَلَفوا فِي مدة الْحَمْل.فهناك من قال أنها سنتان وآخرون ثلاثة، وآخرون أربعة إلى عشرة.
(2) الأحاديث التي تقول أن مدة الحمل يمكن أن تصل إلى سنتين:
1ـ فَرَوَى اِبْن جُرَيْج عَنْ عَائِشَة قَالَتْ : يَكُون الْحَمْل أَكْثَر مِنْ سَنَتَيْنِ .. ذَكَرَهُ الدَّارَقُطْنِيّ .
2ـ وَرُوِيَ أَيْضًا أَنَّ رَجُلًا جَاءَ إِلَى عُمَر بْن الْخَطَّاب فَقَالَ: يَا أَمِير الْمُؤْمِنِينَ ! إِنِّي غِبْت عَنْ اِمْرَأَتِي سَنَتَيْنِ فَجِئْت وَهِيَ حُبْلَى ; فَشَاوَرَ عُمَر النَّاس فِي رَجْمهَا , فَقَالَ مُعَاذ بْن جَبَل : يَا أَمِير الْمُؤْمِنِينَ ! إِنْ كَانَ لَك عَلَيْهَا سَبِيل فَلَيْسَ لَك عَلَى مَا فِي بَطْنهَا سَبِيل ; فَاتْرُكْهَا حَتَّى تَضَع , فَتَرَكَهَا , فَوَضَعَتْ غُلَامًا قَدْ خَرَجَتْ ثَنِيَّتَاهُ ; فَعَرَفَ الرَّجُل الشَّبَه فَقَالَ : اِبْنِي وَرَبّ الْكَعْبَة!

(-) الأحاديث التي تقول أن مدة الحمل تصل إلى ثلاثة و أربعة أعوام:

1ـ وَقَالَتْ جَمِيلَة بِنْت سَعْد .. وَعَنْ اللَّيْث بْن سَعْد - إِنَّ أَكْثَره ثَلاث سِنِينَ .
2ـ رَوَى الدَّارَقُطْنِيّ عَنْ الْوَلِيد بْن مُسْلِم قَالَ : قُلْت لِمَالِك بْن أَنَس إِنِّي حُدِّثْت عَنْ عَائِشَة أَنَّهَا قَالَتْ: لاتَزِيد الْمَرْأَة فِي حَمْلهَا عَلَى سَنَتَيْنِ .. فَقَالَ : سُبْحَان اللَّه ! مَنْ يَقُول هَذَا ؟ ! هَذِهِ جَارَتنَا اِمْرَأَة مُحَمَّد بْن عَجْلَان , تَحْمِل وَتَضَع فِي أَرْبَع سِنِينَ , اِمْرَأَة صِدْق , وَزَوْجهَا رَجُل صِدْق ; ... تَحْمِل كُلّ بَطْن أَرْبَع سِنِينَ .
3ـ وَذُكِرَ عَنْ الْمُبَارَك بْن مُجَاهِد قَالَ : مَشْهُور عِنْدنَا كَانَتْ اِمْرَأَة مُحَمَّد بْن عَجْلَان تَحْمِل وَتَضَع فِي أَرْبَع سِنِينَ , وَكَانَتْ تُسَمَّى حَامِلَة الْفِيل .
4ـ وَرَوَى أَيْضًا قَالَ: بَيْنَمَا مَالِك بْن دِينَار يَوْمًا جَالِس إِذْ جَاءَهُ رَجُل فَقَالَ : يَا أَبَا يَحْيَى ! اُدْعُ لامْرَأَةٍ حُبْلَى مُنْذُ أَرْبَع سِنِينَ قَدْ أَصْبَحَتْ فِي كَرْب شَدِيد ; فَغَضِبَ مَالِك وَأَطْبَقَ الْمُصْحَف ثُمَّ قَالَ: مَا يَرَى هَؤُلَاءِ الْقَوْم إِلَّا أَنَّا أَنْبِيَاء! ثُمَّ قَرَأَ , ثُمَّ دَعَا , ثُمَّ قَالَ : اللَّهُمَّ هَذِهِ الْمَرْأَة إِنْ كَانَ فِي بَطْنهَا رِيح فَأَخْرِجْهُ عَنْهَا السَّاعَة، وَإِنْ كَانَ فِي بَطْنهَا جَارِيَة فَأَبْدِلْهَا بِهَا غُلَامًا , فَإِنَّك تَمْحُو مَا تَشَاء وَتُثْبِت , وَعِنْدك أُمّ الْكِتَاب , وَرَفَعَ مَالِك يَده , وَرَفَعَ النَّاس أَيْدِيهمْ , وَجَاءَ الرَّسُول إِلَى الرَّجُل فَقَالَ : أَدْرِكْ اِمْرَأَتك , فَذَهَبَ الرَّجُل , فَمَا حَطَّ مَالِك يَده حَتَّى طَلَعَ الرَّجُل مِنْ بَاب الْمَسْجِد عَلَى رَقَبَته غُلَام جَعْد قَطَط , اِبْن أَرْبَع سِنِينَ , قَدْ اِسْتَوَتْ أَسْنَانه.
5ـ وَيُقَال : إِنَّ مُحَمَّد بْن عَجْلَان مَكَثَ فِي بَطْن أُمّه ثَلَاث سِنِينَ , فَمَاتَتْ بِهِ وَهُوَ يَضْطَرِب اِضْطِرَابًا شَدِيدًا , فَشُقَّ بَطْنهَا وَأُخْرِج وَقَدْ نَبَتَتْ أَسْنَانه. وَقَالَ حَمَّاد بْن سَلَمَة : إِنَّمَا سُمِّيَ هَرِم بْن حَيَّان هَرِمًا لِأَنَّهُ بَقِيَ فِي بَطْن أُمّه أَرْبَع سِنِينَ.
6ـ وَقَالَ عَبَّاد بْن الْعَوَامّ : وَلَدَتْ جَارَة لَنَا لِأَرْبَعِ سِنِينَ غُلَامًا شَعْره إِلَى مَنْكِبَيْهِ , فَمَرَّ بِهِ طَيْر فَقَالَ: هش [ولد يتكلم].

وعن المدد الأكثر من أربع سنين:

(1) وَرُوِيَ عَنْ مَالِك فِي إِحْدَى رِوَايَتَيْهِ , وَالْمَشْهُور عَنْهُ خَمْس سِنِينَ ;
(2) وَعَنْ الزُّهْرِيّ سِتّ أوَسَبْع سنين.
(3) وَرُوِيَ عَنْهُ لَا حَدّ لَهُ , وَلَوْ زَادَ عَلَى الْعَشَرَة الْأَعْوَام .



17 June 2011

Losing Faith in Humanity

This post will be very difficult to write, as I am now shaking and in tears..

My first real shock was with 9/11, not only when it happened, but also when I found out that it was most probably all a plan by the US to invade Iraq.

My second major shock was the Swine Flu. I knew from day 1 that it was all a huge lie to sell some kind of mysterious vaccination; be it to make profits or to inject the children with something not kosher; in both cases it would be a shame on humanity. Of course I refused to give my kids and shots of those. Add to that the scenes of all the poor pigs who were killed for no reason in Egypt! :'(

But now, here is the straw.. I am having difficulty breathing..

I know so many people and dear friends who would buy nothing but "biological" foods, because they trust them as a safer source of nutrition. I don't. I eat everything- but my friends don't eat everything!

Anyway, now, the EHEC bacteria turns out to be resistant to EIGHT antibiotics, and has been found in a biological farm, right? Let's see what's so fishy about this; a bacteria that is resistant to 8 antibiotics at once CANNOT exist in nature on its own. EHEC is man-made in a laboratory! Two, it has been thrown in nature, and it seems that they chose the place carefully. In a biological farm. Who is trying to send a message to who? Is this yet another evil plan from the pharmaceutical companies in cooperation with the processed-food industry?


As I was having those thoughts.. I stumbled upon this article that makes my doubts even more tangible..

The thought that any of my precious friends would have died in this saga makes me panic. I am here to protect people's health, and I am scared of what I'm finding out.

I am losing faith in humanity.

May you be blessed to live happily and healthy; my precious.

YES! Back to my love!

I'm going back to teaching! So very happy!


A Haiku About A Psycho..

My dear gorgeous friend N. is hitting 30. She is so beautiful in every possible way, yet has been so unlucky in love. I keep introducing her to eligible bachelors yet every time she comes to me and says: "You know what, it won't work, he's a psycho."

Last time I did an attempt as a matchmaker; I introduced her to a real movie star! An irresistible Egyptian hunk! And guess what? She wouldn't even call him!! N. is emotionally drained and exhausted of meeting potential partners.. =(

Some people even catch the so-called Sexual Anorexia!

And then I thought; OK, is anyone perfect? Of course not! I think the secret of success of long-term relationships is to understand this rule very very well: WE ARE ALL PSYCHOS! Yes, no one is ever perfect; we all have (horrible) flaws.

Step two: After you realize what's bothering you about your partner, ask yourself:"Is it really worth a fight/breakup?" Of course some are, but so many little flaws aren't!

Of course we can fall in love and fall out of love; and scientifically that takes a cycle of 7 years in humans, yet some people last longer; only by realizing that we all make mistakes; and we all have flaws.

My rule of thumb whenever someone is wondering whether he/she can continue with his/her partner is to ask oneself: "Do I (still) like his/her body odor?". If the answer is yes, then please give it another go!

A plus is to have a fetish about his/her body. In my case my fetish is pecs and strong arms and shoulders. I'd forgive anything for those!

And let me finish with a small Haiku for every beautiful psycho:

"Beautiful chest under a black shirt
my heart goes dancing
.. a Fight"

Photo: God

16 June 2011

Egyptian GGMILFs

These ladies are in their 70s/80s

Nadia El-Gendi

Nabila Ebeid


Who else?

Islam is the solution for what exactly?

Read this:

Recent reports of gang rapes in Iran are worrying women and raising questions about social values.

In a religiously conservative town near the city of Isfahan, women at a private party were abducted last month and gang raped at knife point. It was on the evening of 24 May that two families in the leafy suburbs of Khomeinishahr invited their friends to a private party. In total, 14 people gathered in a walled garden.
Wall of garden with gated entrance The private party where female guests were raped took place in a walled garden.

According to press reports, it was late when a gang of more than a dozen men armed with long knives entered the garden, locked some men in a room and tied others to trees. Female guests - including one said to have been heavily pregnant - were taken to an adjacent property and raped.

One week later, a female university student was attacked and raped by unknown assailants on the heavily-guarded campus in Masshad, a holy city.

In both cases, officials accused the victims of not wearing the hijab or headscarf in the proper fashion and general un-Islamic conduct.

So, let's see, Afghanistan is country number one in the world in sexual harassment, followed by Iran and Egypt of the top 10.

Here's a picture from Afghanistan before the Taliban:

Still insist that Islam is the solution? My next article will be about Sharia Law.

Brace up!

Look! Revolution in Vancouver, In or out? Fight or Flight?

Spy on me baby use satellite
Infrared to see me move through the night
Aim gonna fire shoot me right
Aim gonna like the way you fight
And I love the way you fight

The Barrack of Mubarak

It's getting more obvious by the day that the Supreme Council of the Armed Forces (SCAF) is bamboozling us with a so-called democratic ruling, and that Mubarak is still practically in power- especially with his first man, Omar Soliman (Rightfully pronounced in Egyptian dialect: Sillyman), is still officially appointed as member of the SCAF.

Anyway, here's my vision for the near future: They will use the same artist who photoshopped Bin Laden's dead picture to photoshop a dead Mubarak (that reminds me of the Twitter joke: Now we're having a video of Bin Laden watching a video of himself watching a video of himself watching a video of himself dead) , while in fact he will be flown to live happily ever after in Switzerland or something as fancy.

One thing that made me resent our culture is the two-facedness. You hear the SCAF talking and you're like yeah they're OK, while their deeds are the total opposite. They're like an abusive boyfriend who would smash his girlfriend's face only to apologize and declare his love in tears on his knees afterwards.

And whatever happened to the virginity tests saga please?

Boy I'm so grateful I don't have to deal with such people on daily basis. I'm so grateful I chose to hit the evolution by upgrading the genes of my offspring. Phew, that was close!

Off to buy a carpet made in Egypt. For it's a way to keep things running. For I will always love you, my dear dear Egypt. Never mind your people; they don't deserve you. xx

Photo: That's what the Egyptians nickname Mubarak.

15 June 2011

It's A Revolution's Obligation to Stick Its Boneration in The Cunts of a Nation!

The picture below is of a question in the Egyptian final school exams this year. Which pervert wrote this? And does anyone double check on the exams? Is this what Egyptians understand under their newly found freedom?

The title is of course adapted from Cartman's quote : "It's a man's obligation to stick his boneration in a woman's separation; this sort of penetration will increase the population of the younger generation." I would have preferred that one to be discussed in the exam instead!

Hahahahahaha!! I can't stop laughing at this!!

This reminds me of my teaching glory! Happiest time of my life was when I stood in those lectures in front of 200 students to convey hard and boring info in a funny way. Way to go, colleagues! The only weird thing is that this joke is from Ze Germans! I thought the smallest book ever written was that of German humor? :p

Traumatic brain injuries in the Asterix comics

Traumatic brain injuries in illustrated literature: experience from a series of over 700 head injuries in the Asterix comic books

Acta Neurochir (Wien). 2011 Jun;153(6):1351-5.

Kamp MA, Slotty P, Sarikaya-Seiwert S, Steiger HJ, Hänggi D.

Department for Neurosurgery
Heinrich-Heine-University Düsseldorf

Background: The goal of the present study was to analyze the epidemiology and specific risk factors of traumatic brain injury (TBI) in the Asterix illustrated comic books. Among the illustrated literature, TBI is a predominating injury pattern.

Methods: A retrospective analysis of TBI in all 34 Asterix comic books was performed by examining the initial neurological status and signs of TBI. Clinical data were correlated to information regarding the trauma mechanism, the sociocultural background of victims and offenders, and the circumstances of the traumata, to identify specific risk factors.

Results: Seven hundred and four TBIs were identified. The majority of persons involved were adult and male. The major cause of trauma was assault (98.8%). Traumata were classified to be severe in over 50% (GCS 3-8). Different neurological deficits and signs of basal skull fractures were identified. Although over half of head-injury victims had a severe initial impairment of consciousness, no case of death or permanent neurological deficit was found. The largest group of head-injured characters was constituted by Romans (63.9%), while Gauls caused nearly 90% of the TBIs. A helmet had been worn by 70.5% of victims but had been lost in the vast majority of cases (87.7%). In 83% of cases, TBIs were caused under the influence of a doping agent called “the magic potion”.

Conclusions: Although over half of patients had an initially severe impairment of consciousness after TBI, no permanent deficit could be found. Roman nationality, hypoglossal paresis, lost helmet, and ingestion of the magic potion were significantly correlated with severe initial impairment of consciousness (p ≤ 0.05).

13 June 2011

Small Big Joys of Life

- A cheese brown bread sandwich with a cup of tea made by mom.

- My boys running to kiss and hug me after school.

- Helping a random lady in the street.

- Any random act of kindness.

- Being healthy, semi-wealthy, and not too wise.

- A song.

- A night out with all night dancing.

- Men's pectorals. Broad men's pectorals with the perfect number of chest hairs.

- Soft skin.

- Hugs of those holding me tight at my waist.

- My walk-in closet.

- My shoes.

- My books.

- My Mac.

- My family. (not in that order)

- Koshery.

- Fuul.

- A walk in Luxor at sunset.

- A new home.

- The Internet.

Nighty night. xxx


Sleep.. For my heart is over your bed..
Whenever love is mentioned it whispers bless!

Sleep, the angels will be awake to guard you
One with a smile and one sings adieu!

Sleep, and harvest the dreams of your inner boy
Cast and bring down the stars of the Sky

Sleep to the fullness of your eye
And my eye will be left with blood and cry

Sleep, peace has been written upon your lips
And I'm here kissing them in my clips!

Sleep, as love is partying against me,
for my pain and your luxury

Sleep, and nourish your core of heart and do not
be like me watching the stars at night

Sleep on my chest- it's the cradle of love
and chastity will always be our dove

You sleep and leave me sleepless
and leave our souls to make their wordness

Béchara El Khoury - AKA: Al Akhtal Al Saghir
(1885 - 1968)

نم أن قلبي فــوق مهدك كلما
ذكر الهوى صلى عليــك وسلما

نم فالملائك عيناها يقظــى فذا
يرعاك مبتسمـــا" وذا مترنما

نم و اجتنٍ أحـلام أزهار الصبى
و استنزل الزهر النجوم من السما

نم ملء عينيـك أن عيني ملؤها
دمعٌ و إن عنفتهــا أمتلأت دما

نم فالسلام على شفتيك سطرت
آياتـــه فلثمتهــا متوهما

نم فالهــوى حزبٌ علـي لأنه
يقضي بأن أشقـى و أن تتنعما

نم وارع حبات القلوب ولا تكن
ترعى كعيني في الظلام الأنجما

نم فوق صدري إنه مهد الهوى
و عفافــه أبدا" يرف عليكما

نم أنت واتركنـي بلا نوم ودع
روحي وروحك في الهوى تتكلما

To Suad..

I love you beyond words. And I miss you beyond feelings. You are a legend beyond time and place. And I hope to meet you one day, beyond bodies.

Maybe you're now looking down at us with a smile. Maybe we will revenge for you soon.


Caramel.. Because I Have To.

My blog should have a post about Caramel!

This is not only a work of art in every way, but also the fact that Nadine Labaki, the creator and main role actress of the movie, is my ultimate dream woman. She had an idea, went for it, and couldn't stop before realizing it at its best. She made it to Cannes with her first movie! Critics described the movies as "both an astute cultural study, and a charming comedic drama from a talented newcomer."

I keep a copy of this movie in my "precious box". It can be easily considered a documentary of my lifetime; for my kids and grand kids, who will happen to grow so far away from where I came from, to see how my life back home was like.

Caramel narrates the lives of five Lebanese women dealing with issues such as forbidden love, binding traditions, repressed sexuality, the struggle to accept the process of aging, and duty versus desire.

The title Caramel refers to an epilation method that consists of heating sugar, water and lemon juice; then making a sticky paste of the mixture, which can be used to remove the body hairs from the roots. It's a method as old as ancient Egypt; and the secret for our silky soft skin; we- Middle Eastern women.

Labaki also symbolically implies the "idea of sweet and salt, sweet and sour" and showcases that everyday relations can sometimes be sticky but ultimately the sisterhood shared between the central female characters prevails.

Caramel revolves around the life of Layale; who works in a beauty salon in Beirut along with two other women, Nisrine and Rima. Each one has a problem: Layale is stuck in a dead-end relationship with a married man; Nisrine is no longer a virgin but is set to be married and in her conservative family where pre-marital sex is not accepted; Rima is attracted to women; Jamale, a regular customer and wannabe actress, is worried about getting old; Rose, a tailor with a shop next to the salon, is an old woman who had devoted her life to taking care of her mentally unbalanced older sister Lili, but has found her first love. The film doesn't refer to any of the political problems or recent warfare that has troubled Lebanon. Rather, Labaki's tale paints everyday people with everyday problems.

The shooting of Caramel ended just nine days before the Israel-Lebanon war erupted in July 2006 and was released in Cannes exactly one year after the shooting began. An old clothes shop in the Gemmayzeh area of Beirut District was transformed into a salon where the filming of the movie took place. Caroline Labaki, Nadine's sister, was the costume designer. The music was composed by Khaled Mouzanar. Shortly after the movie release, Labaki married him. ♡

I'll leave you with the trailer. It's English subtitled.

Oh, that scene at the end when she was epilating the policeman's face reminded me of that time when I had an argument with my husband about whether women have a higher pain threshold than men, especially around the tummy area, and of course he disagreed.. Until I epilated his tummy skin in a scene very similar to that one in Caramel. Aaaahahahaha. Needless to say he was on his knees with a white flag swearing by girl power. OoOoo0o0hohohohoh!

Photo: Nadine & Khaled this year at Cannes, presenting her new movie with Khaled composing its music again! Aren't they gorgeous?! ❤

P.s. Info here are from Wiki

12 June 2011

Look, There's Democracy in Mianus!

Back.. Took a look at Twitter, boring. lol

For those who missed the notorious episode of Jackass; I have to explain the title of the post for you. *Sigh* .. Pffff, or you know what? If you don't know the Jackass Mianus episode, go away! (That's easier.. *Sigh of relief*)

So I was thinking, The Mullas came into power through democratic elections in Iran; Hamas came to power through democratic elections in Gaza; The Maleki government in Iraq is supposedly a democratic one brought to us by Mama Amreeka.

Hmmm, perhaps democracy is not the way for us!! The story goes that Ahmad Lotfy Al-Sayed, the great liberal of Egypt, had lost the elections because his opponents spread among the people that he was "democratic" meaning he's calling to allow brothers to have sex with their sisters. Welcome to the Middle East!

Too tired to write.. Should be continued.


Back to where the heart is..

Back home.. This city is truly my home. ♥

Spent my weekend somewhere in the Swiss Alps. Saw Cancellara win Tour of Switzerland! And I even saw his dad do the preliminary tour- so inspiring! The city was so organized to receive the bikers it was just mind boggling! Every biker had a policeman on a motorbike accompanying him, and since there were not enough of them in that small city, they got ones from all over Switzerland. The scene (everything; people and nature) was breathtaking. At every zebra, and I mean every single zebra crossing, there was a person leading pedestrians to their safety. There were so many young men from the army sharing responsibility. It was an experience of a lifetime.

Then I went and blew the budget in some forsaken designer outlet (a moment of self loathing and shoe loving here). In one of the shops I immediately spotted an Egyptian family from their backs only by the size of their asses (his and hers). Made sure they are Egys by watching her whine about some sort of a tight Jeans that won't fit through her titanic butt (as if it's the Jeans's fault). Ga! I just can't stand the way most Egyptian women talk! *Bitch slap a nation*. Besides, research has proved that men who go shopping with their wives have more adrenalin in their blood than what they would have in a fight with ammunition! If you want them to live long; leave them home with a pizza and a beer, ladies!

As we were heading back home on the highway, I couldn't take my eyes off the mountains. Some were totally covered in trees, except for one or two houses high up. Those houses always made me wonder; how were they built actually? How did they reach so high up the mountain with their machines and bricks and all that without having a big road? I need to Google that!

Further down the road, I spotted pipes of a coal mine, and I realized that a great country like Switzerland has in fact minimal natural resources. And that what makes it so great is merely its people! Come to think of it; isn't erecting one city after the other up a mountain some sort of a miracle? A world wonder? I find this just as fascinating as building a pyramid! Why isn't Switzerland a world wonder actually? I mean, really!


Why can't we be like the Swiss? Where and how did it go wrong? A Swiss friend asked me the other day if we were descendants of the original Egyptians who built the pyramids (I know this question offends many Egyptians- but it doesn't offend me of course.), and I said yes supposedly because we look like them. But we *only* look like them. We don't walk like them nor talk like them nor act like them. Hence we are not a duck- errr, I mean the real Egyptians. We are nothing- nada, the scum of the Earth. Just look at what we're doing to our land and compare us to what the Swiss is doing to theirs and let's have a group spit on each other. Blech! By the way, I stopped following the revolution news. Not good for my complexion!

I'm gradually turning this blog into a "dear diary" sort of thing. Hey, it's my blog and I bitch if I want to, bitch if I want to.

OK. Off to check on Twitter hehe. Sincerely, Ghawabitch. Muwah.

10 June 2011

The Arty and The Farty

I love to have homemade facial beauty masks- have I ever mentioned that before? OK, now you know. I have a chocolate mask all over me right now. But that's not important right now. Now, concentrate ya Ghawayesh, concentrate!

So, through my work I manage to meet all kinds of amazing people. Day in, day out, I come across stars of their fields: entrepreneurs, engineers, architects, doctors, designers, artists, singers, dancers, physicists, rocket scientists, you name it!

I can't reveal much information about my work, but all I can say is that throughout the day they manage to tell me their life story and show me stuff that they do.

Today I met this incredible young man, whose job is simply to come up with ideas that no one has ever created before. He's a genius crème de la crème Swiss graphic designer! The dude gave me goosebumps for an hour!!!

As he was showing me his work, it hit me how much happiness he could make me feel, simply by flipping through some photos of his work. It was like color therapy or something! This made me think of how much our culture deprives us of so many forms of beauty, yielding us to become taste-challenged! Just look at this:

Anyway, I have to run now so I'll leave you for his work to speak for him. This is a stage he created for a theater play- imagine! ALL with visual effects!! (Got permission to publish those beauties, thank you.) :

Question: Can we ever create this beauty in Egypt? Answer: No. Question: Why? Answer: Because we hit our kids too often on their heads.

Off to soak in the sun in some bella town and dream of a better future for Mankind, not. In fact I'll rot in some dark corner trying shoes on at a random Fendi outlet. Anyway, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or the heart of a D&G shop. *Drool* xx

When He Gracefully Arrived لما بدا يتثنى

This is from an Andalusian poem; the genre of which is called “”
Funny how those songs are sung addressing the masculine form, while the poet actually meant to address a woman!! It's like they'd rather sound homo than to speak to a woman aaahahaha! Anyway, here we go:

Lena Chamamyan is gorgeously singing it here:

Gracefully he arrived,
Full of beauty and glory,
So mesmerizing is my beloved,

He imprisoned me in a garden beyond mountains by the way he looks at me,
He seemed like a tree branch that leans towards its roots after hearing love songs and achieving richness.

I am dazzled and confused,
I have no one to ask for, to save me out of my lovelornness but you,
You .. The king of beauty.

لما بدا يتثـنى *** حبي جمـاله فتنــا

لما بلحظه أسرنا *** غصن ثنى حين مال

وعدي ويا حيرتى *** من لي رحيم شكوتي

في الحب من لوعتي *** إلا مليـك الجمــال

09 June 2011

The End Is Here!

I wrote this post in 2006! Here:

Now, here again:
02 November 2006
The End is Near

The next revolution has started already. It's taking the next forms:

1- A wave of cyber-anger summing up. Communities forming and people talking. It's a snowball effect that the government cannot overcome if the ball becomes big enough.

2- The wave of brainwashing the Egyptians with the slogan: "Islam is the Solution", which is turning Egypt into a country of religious freaks who think Islam is only about wearing a veil and growing a beard and hating the West, and being busy with the most trivial things, like making a national case, taking months, of fighting over whether a hole in a bed-sheet during sex is the best way to mate.

3- A wave of violence and crime among the new generation that has too much time and too little money. Be it street-fighting (with or without swords!!), stealing, raping, killing, sabotage, drugs-use, etc.. See the latest events in Down Town Cairo!!

4- A tsunami of people emigrating, especially the Christians and the highly-educated. The demography of Egypt is changing dramatically and it's all because of what's going on (I posted a thread about this once but no-one cared to reply)

5- A considerable number of people escaping from reality and simply going nuts and start wandering in the streets screaming all kinds of weird slogans, including fcuk Mubarak, but hey they're nuts, right?

But I am very scared of this snowball. I'd rather have Mubarak than a state of anarchy in Egypt. You know what could happen if Mubarak is thrown off and no-one is really in charge anymore? There will be a civil war, total loss of control. Women will be raped and houses and shops and museums will be looted and sabotaged in broad daylight. And if the MB take over, then we will be another Iran for God only knows how long. Unfortunately our people, like any other people in the world, need to get some training in what democracy really means (although I HATE this word being abused and overused by Bush and his likes). We Egyptians do not know how to get into a discussion or a fight. It always ends up in insults and bloodshed. Have you just heard of the family fight in Upper Egypt where 5 people were killed? A guy and his cousin got into an argument about the borders of their adjacent lands so one went and picked up his machine gun and killed the other guy's wife with 50 bullets in her belly and also 4 of his children including an 8 month old baby. I am not a fan of Nasser because he had a big mouth that got us into deep trouble with the West, but I now understand the tears in my mother's eyes at the mention of his name. He managed to bring Egypt to unity against monarchy, and to transfer us smoothly into a new system where everyone is supposedly equal without one drop of blood shed. What we need is someone who can direct the snowball into the right direction. An incredibly charismatic person with whom everybody can identify. You know like how Amr Khaled managed to brain wash the young people, but just a politician instead. I mean Amr Khaled is not himself the annoying person. He's actually great in the way he managed to make so many people adopt a better way of life, like this trend of visiting orphanages and stuff ( the so-called Ta3a Gdeeda ) But what ticks me is the mass hysteria around him. Guys now saying: "I'm a good man, I listen to Amr Khaled" And that the person becomes the law and if you object on him you become outlawed. We are losing our identity and do not see the light at the end of the tunnel and it's breaking my heart to see people jump from extreme to extreme being spitting images of each other or of what they see on satellite channels. We can't say Mubarak bugger off without having a post-Mubarak plan. That's dumb and childish. Anger is good, but not enough. But I'm sure one day we will regain our balance and go back to be the great nation we have always been. God didn't say enter Egypt safe in his holy words for nothing. Hope is wonderful. Let's have hope.
The end is near. Whatever that means!


OMG! I should have put that in a book! Loser! -_-

08 June 2011

About A Girl (Called Mae)

My friend Mae, is one of the most amazing souls I have ever met. Well, I haven't really physically met her, and I don't know if I ever will, but hey, I have known people for close to a decade now, shared them the most intimate secrets of our lives, without having ever met them in person. Need I say it now? Yes, she is my online friend!

Mae is indescribable in words. You just need to read her tweets to know. So I'll get you some. Mae says:

- Men who open doors for me make my vagina sigh.

- I think I'd pay to see someone who "literally" laughed their ass off.

- 6.8 billion people in the world and I just had to make my own sandwich.

- After extensive research, I've concluded that men's favorite traffic activity is rolling boogers off their fingers out the car window.

- My mom just asked me if I'm bringing a date to my brother's wedding and then we looked at each other and shared a hearty chuckle.

- Another overnight and it appears that I have once again failed to become a household name.

- A lot of stuff is going to have to do with how warm my toilet seat is when I get home.

- If I did my math right, Dad's leaving us soon!

- When your genitals itch that means someone is masturbating about you.

- I totally get why women get married! (I can't lift heavy things by myself)

- There are children in Africa who have to poop without reading tweets on their phones.

- I just fell backwards off a stool trying to get the last few crumbs from a Pringles can into my mouth if anyone needs a wife or something.

- 9 out of 10 urban gentlemen of questionable socio-economic backgrounds on the street agree that I'm totally fuckable.

- I put on a glamorous red dress and heels to watch the royal wedding. Couldn't find a hat that looks like theirs so I guess a fez will do!

- Donald Trump looks like someone had to put him back together in a hurry.

- How normal is it to wear your cousin's "I'm Autistic" t-shirt to avoid conversations with human beings?

- I just got back on facebook and I need a long hug.

- I'm totally into politics. I've asked like twelve people to show me their birth certificates today. I am also banned from the mall.

- If you're being genuinely nice I assume you have a brain tumor pushing on some part of your brain causing this kind of behavioral anomaly.

- Nothing jumpstarts my paranoia like a moist, warm toilet seat with no one else in the house.

I'll be updating this list, so keep coming back.

Isn't she incredible? Mad(e) in Egypt! I love you Mae.

Back to writing

After some crazy years on FaceBook and Twitter, I have come to realize that I miss the quietness of a blog. Here it's me, myself and I; receiving some visitors every once in a while. Feels like home. I want to be home, alone. Soh, back to you, blog sweet blog. I missed you. xx

I'm free - Fouad Haddad (My translation)

I'm free - Fouad Haddad (My translation)

I'm free and would die for freedom
And it's my desire to act like lizard
Crawl on the ground and the wall
Go up and down and make a fuss
And go in the sun and play a trumpet

I'm free with my tail and my head
No one is to stifle my breath
No one is to hold my sense

Don't need glass nor curtains
My swinging mind you are so cute
I'm free to live, I want to live
I want to live myself, I live
Just as my wish for wish

Hmmm... I've just realized that the genius of poem is totally lost in translation from Egyptian slang to English! So I'll stop here, sorry Fouad. Hehe.

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