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!

31 July 2012

في الشارع

فيه ناس بتلعب كورة في الشارع
وناس تمشـي تغني 

تاخد صـورة في الشارع..
فيه ناس بتشتم بعض
بتضرب بعض..
تقتل بعض في الشارع !!ـ
فيه ناس تنام ع الأرض في الشارع
فيه ناس تبيع العرض في الشارع..
وفي الشارع...
أخطـاء كتـيرة صبحت صحيـحة!ـ
لكــن صحيح حتكون فضيحـة
لو يوم نسـينا و بوسنا بعض في الشارع؟!!ـ


 -أمينة صلاح جاهين




29 July 2012

KOLO BAMYAH!

هل تعلم أن كلمة "كيلو بامية" هي أصلا  

Qui est le premier?

Bahahahahaha!!!

Eshypshianz!

True Love

So the handsome old man decides to board the train earlier, while I go slouch my way to the ladies' room. I mean, hey, I'm Egyptian! I have to make it late to the train and to arrive screaming and snotting and dragging my bags as if they are refusing to join me!

 A couple of meters ahead of me, there's this gorgeous-from-behind young lady, with long blond hair and an amazing artwork of an ass..

Until, I found out, what that ass is capable of producing.

 Two toilet cabinets next to each other, with just the two of us. Enter, fight the bags into the small cell, close the door with a mini-fight, lock, shake the booty to assist the pant-dropping process, sit, and get ready to let the flow go.

I start to be aware of the thought that I entered several seconds after her.  I decide to wait quietly. Now, out of courtesy, I'll let you start the symphony, hun.

.. Hun?

Errrr, hello? I could swear I saw you coming in to the toilet! Now, you start so I'd start! Yalla!

Silence as death.

Is this the toilet of the dead?

Never mind, I'm letting go now, OK?

Ready, Steady, Pee!

Hmmm, still no sound whatsoever.

Ok hun, maybe you're too polite. Are you German, hun? What if I push harder so my stream would be louder so you would feel relaxed-er? (never mind the Double Dutch for the sake of a rhyme).

Hmmm.. I'm all evacuated now, yet, no sign of life from the next-door hun. As my hand approaches the siphon, I didn't realize it was the secret starting sign for hun. Hun thought I didn't hear what happened while my toilet was flushing? Well, to put it down nicely (like she tried to put hers down politely); the hell broke loose in the poor toilet. And I started to run for my life imagining a big blue poo monster coming out of hun's toilet and holding my throat and smothering me to death.

Run, Forrest, Run!

As I go back to catch the train, I find the first class loaded like we're in India! Heck! And I choose for Sunday, of all days, because I hate people, and now this? You people travel en masse on Sunday mornings? What do you do for fun, huh?! Go fly kites or have sex or something!

 Blech.

So I end up spotting a compartment for four. O-oh. I just can smell trouble. And what do you know, before I could catch a second thought, there makes a grand entrance this expensive bimbo, loaded with a brigade of things that shout: look what daddy got me! And she lands across me like a plane crash, and starts unpacking the following in the exact order- all with an accompanying grand audio of the item: an iPhone, an iPad, and iPod, a Macbook (mind you, *air*), a Blackberry (vot? Little bitch got an iPhone AND a BB? That's like, like, like being Jewish and Muslim at the same time!), a milkshake, and last but not least: the earphones! And when you think the saga is over; and you've seen the worst for the day; wait till you hear who came next.

Now, next to me, the seat is free.. And across the isle, a woman speaking Spanish to her supposed son (as proven by the common nostrils that make me wonder, if God exists, was he drunk while creating some among us?). The woman started speaking as the train started moving, and I think that the first pause she took was when the train arrived, about 5 hours later. She was speaking in a semi-whispering tone that would make one curious enough to want to listen, but hell, I no habla Espanol ya habla! And nope, that is not the end of it. All of a sudden this always-so-stinking-familiar odeur falls over me. Sirens and alarms, a stinking smoker is approaching. Oh no, he's coming too close, moving on to plan B: claws out. With a voice that rather sounds like an old broken car's perforated exhaust pipe: "Is this seat fREI?". No you disgusting homoerectus it is not. Go away and take your stinking breath, stinking hair, and stinking clothes with you.

-"Yes it is. Please.". I harakiri myself in the ass a little.

 While nobody thought nobody was watching: Spanish nostrils family kept on annoyingly whispering, bimbo went on giggling at some video she was watching on her Macbook ( mind you, *air*), while BBMing and Whatsapping and SMSing and chatting and tweeting and Facbooking between, and Mr. Stinker was making endless phone calls in Italian with his tomato. Yes, he received around 50 ass-blowing missed calls from a person whom he addresses as "his tomato"! Oh, did I fail to mention that the dude actually spent 90% of the ride picking his nose? And no, it doesn't end there. You see it coming don't ya? Yup, buddy was eating his booger while he thought I couldn't see it with the corner of my huge-obviously-for-a-bad-reason eye. Yeah and he was, behold, making sounds as if he was immensely and tremendously enjoying the experience. Buddy, you make it look like a KFC ad!

While I throw up in my mouth a little every 5 minutes, I wonder what the second class is like at the very moment. I keep myself distracted with picking a fight or two on Twitter. That's what tweeps are for. To be there in the time of need where you can bitch to your heart's content, while you smile and pretend to be a nice gal.

As we approach the final destination, It suddenly hit me how I am walking into the city, (dare I call it "my city" now?), with a whole new spirit.

 Something falls over me. A familiar cloud of energy that made me totally shake off the train experience in a glance.

There, in a secluded corner, stood the giggly old man I met at the lounge in Germany, cuddling and kissing passionately with a woman his age. They looked so happy and in love, and their energy flew all around with music and flowers and birds and molokheya (I adore Molokheya, OK?). I should have known he was so extra very merry not only for the funny book- he was happy because he was going to meet his love. He sees through the wrinkles, and he adores despite the hanging tits and the varicose veins and the hip and knee replacements. He loves her soul, and that's the only true and eternal love I believe in.

 I leave the ZuriHB with a smile. Right in time to spot a parent I knew from N.'s previous school. He smiled at me like: "Hey, where do I know you from?".

But I don't stop for people who half-remember me. I only notice, remember, cherish, and hold dear (people for) one feeling, and that is: true love. The only scene that will stay from this day: is that of true love.

While the rest, as always, is click, dragged-and-dropped into the trash of my memory. With love.

Heheheumumuhohohohoh

I'm in the lounge wating for my trip.. Across the room there's this older, yet very pleasant-looking gentleman wearing a Bavarian blazer (what was it called again?)giggling his heart out at a book he's reading. It is so funny to see, that I couldn't help but chuckle at the scene.. As soon as he spots me, he aplogizes in super proper high German: "A very funny book this. Here, read from here to there." Oh boy.. So I read, and it's indeed hilarious. I laughed till my tummy hurt. And of course now we'reexchanging info and we find out that we share thesame destination. He'son his way home from Moscow! Let's see what he has to tell about life.. Off for the ride..

Heading Back Home

With a new, yet so old, view on the universe. Perhaps one day I'll get the energy to share this experience with the world. I miss home. Where I left my heart. Now humming my favorite song, and life motto, by Abdelwahab; translated: I love the life of freedom Like a bird between the branches As long as my loved ones are around me All countries are to me, my home. With Love. Xx

23 July 2012

Blop Checklist

Goodness I'm so busy I can't believe it!

Art is being produced: Check.

N. got his test and he's an intelligent boy: Check.

J. is sick and I'm replacing her: Check.

Tests to be done: in the loop.

Playing clown for the boys: Ongoing for the next 15 years.

This weekend: The trip to get myself back: Looking forward.

Life's great. The future's Orange.. Errr I mean good. 


16 July 2012

Liberté, Egalité, Hilarité

YouTube has recently been flooded with young revolutionary comedians.

For the last 30 minutes I have been laughing so hard at some of them, I thought my heart would stop any moment now!

Here's one. For Egyptians only!

15 July 2012

The power of social capital for the unlucky revolutionary





Since Morsy assumed his responsibilities as president, public opinion has gathered across three camps. A supporting camp, another pushing him to fulfill his revolutionary promises and hoping he would fail, and a third confused camp that may have secretly regretted taking to the streets on 25 January 2011, after seeing that Egypt’s political fate ended in a catch-22 between Mubarak’s regime and an Islamist party. During the revolution, Tahrir Square was the public space that created an Agora-like democracy in which everyone was embraced and tolerated. Egyptians moved their online political debates to that physical anchor point, where they engaged with civil society, and communicated their cause. They also formed new friendships, and bonded emotionally and socially.
In peacetime, political parties thrive using that same building block of the revolution: a cluster of social capital, founded on emotional, social and economic exchange. Anyone who is able to spin off such social clusters could mobilize them towards political action — and rebuild a once-toppled regime.
It is loosely alleged, especially by secular political players, that the dynamics leading us into the regime-Islamist duality of the presidential elections were bread-and-sugar bribes, state-commissioned thuggery, and secret deals between the two sides. While election monitors have proved some of these allegations, I find it quite disconcerting that the secular faction cannot engage in self-criticism that would enable it to recognize its inherent comparative disadvantage in popular mobilization.
To understand the dynamics of mobilization, we need to revert to the Emergency Law, operating, most especially, under Mubarak. Law 10/1914 on Crowding, recycled from the British occupation, prohibits the assembly of five persons or more if the authorities consider it may jeopardize public peace. Law 14/1923 on Meetings and Demonstrations stipulates the necessity for prior notification to the security forces, and grants their right to ban any such meeting in advance, and monitor or disperse it.
Obviously, these laws make it very difficult to mobilize or cultivate any social clusters that would create anything but a puppet opposition. The only space that was able to circumvent these crippling laws was the hall of any mosque (or church). Inside mosques, people were allowed to gather and establish friendship bonds in groups without interruption, albeit with a lot of state infiltration. The Muslim Brotherhood therefore has used and abused this comparative advantage of free access to already-existing social capital in mosque halls that they pay little, if any, overhead expenses for.
Mubarak’s regime had another competitive advantage for political mobilization. Every 10 years, the Central Agency for Public Mobilization and Statistics spends roughly US$500 million of taxpayers’ money to collect census data on individuals and households. in Egypt. The data is essentially paid for and owned by the Egyptian citizen, but is undisclosed to the public on grounds of national security. The type of data gathered includes information crucial for identifying the electorate’s needs, filling public and private service gaps, and essentially developing a new political discourse that responds to actual citizen needs.
Remnants of Mubarak’s regime, who still have access to the state’s bureaucratic body, by merit of command and not by rule of law, have a strong comparative advantage with this information, as well as the manpower and institutional capacity to use it for election mobilization purposes.
As for the secular faction, there is no emotional or social bonding marker that constitutes what ‘secular’ is; no readily accessible activity, like a Friday prayer, in a space where people can meet and build social capital. There is no access, either, to a bird’s-eye view through census data and maps to gain insight on our communities. This is precisely why Egypt’s civilian and secular groups face huge hurdles when it comes to political mobilization.
These are just some of the challenges that the non-Islamist and non-regime factions have to deal with while they carry the cause of the revolution forward. They should thus be aware of the fact that they need to claim their public space, their right to information, and take their time in building social capital and bonds. Only then will they be able to mobilize.
Sawsan Gad is a co-founder and lead GIS analyst at HarassMap, an initiative that works to end social tolerance for sexual harassment.


 By: Sawsan Gad
http://www.egyptindependent.com/opinion/power-social-capital-unlucky-revolutionary

14 July 2012

Alpamare

Is the most incredible thing!

Twitterology PhD

Errr, I'm invited by a British University to give a speech (in December) about my Twitter effect on the Egyptian youth!


Vot?!


13 July 2012

Trip the light.. Break the night!

Had a tough training yesterday so I fell dead on the couch since 4:30 PM until now! It's 2:30 AM hehe!

So I crawl up in the dark, to Twitter of course, dazed and confused about the time, only to find a new video of Matt. This man is so inspiring he deserves a Nobel peace prize! I love people who are full life, each and every moment, who spread happiness and joy wherever they go. And I seem to be having trouble finding them around here. It makes me realize how much of a great nation we are back in Egypt (and in Holland as well)- no matter what happens, we are still laughing! Laughter is our biggest treasure!

Here's one page of the happy Mattbook! Five minutes of The World As Should Be. Welcome back, and love you, Matt!
(Song)
If all the days that come to pass
Are behind these walls
I’ll be left at the end of things
In a world kept small
Travel far from what I know
I’ll be swept away
I need to know
I can be lost and not afraid
We’re gonna trip the light
We’re gonna break the night
And we’ll see with new eyes
When we trip the light
Remember we’re lost together
Remember we’re the same
We hold the burning rhythm in our hearts
I'll find my way home
On the Western wind
To a place that was once my world
Back from where I’ve been
And in the morning light I’ll remember
As the sun will rise
We are all the glowing embers
Of a distant fire
We’re gonna trip the light
We’re gonna break the night
And we’ll see with new eyes
When we trip the light
Come on and trip the light
Music: Garry Schyman ©
Lyrics: Alicia Lemke and Matt Harding ©


Image of the Day: Donkey Heart Shrek

I just love that look on Donkey's face..

Keep it up, Donkey.


10 July 2012

Party Postponed

Chris, my new shoe designer neighbor, and I have decided to throw the opening party together.

Hence, my 7/7 party is postponed.

And most guests will be from Austria!

Because, as it turns out to be, Chris's boyfriend is a friend of R.'s, and  I was very pleased to know that R. is Austrian. I should have known from his very friendly and almost "affectionate" attitude that he is not from around here. :)))

For Those Lost, Just Not Forgotten

In the vacuum of leaving and being left,
 People are made.

The loved and lost.

The rejected and the survivor.

Life disciplines in silence.

Teaching when our mentors are gone.

In the light that creates shadows,
 The darkness that craves the Sun.

Our comings; and our goings.

Our meetings and departings.

Make of boys, fathers
 and women, daughters.

And the people that are made,

In the vacuum of leaving and being left,
 Are never lost,
   just, forgotten.


by Chateau Bezerra

08 July 2012

Oops, he did it again!

Roger Federer won Wimbeldon! :O

Yeah baby- now I have to finish his painting in celebration!

Cheers champ!

05 July 2012

The Arrest of General Guisan Quai

As I was driving back from my art class, I spotted two police vans parked in an odd way blocking half the General Guisan Quai. I take a closer look; and there was a man in the weirdest position I have ever seen! He was put down on the ground, flat on his face, by two police officers; with his hands cuffed behind his back; while the two men stood, with one foot each, on the arrested man's body (and perhaps head)!!!!!! That, while a seemingly related woman stood to watch next to a car left in the middle of the street.

Could this be true or was I dreaming?!

It reminded mw of the way police handles people in Egypt, and it made me depressed.

I'm curious about the news tomorrow. 


Lindt Bunny Song

So I see

That every day

You cross a sea.

..

Would you please

Just for once

Do it for me?


03 July 2012

RIP My Egypt

The Egypt I knew and loved; is gone- and will not come back in my lifetime again.

The days when all Egyptians, were just Egyptians, came to an end..

See you next life..

Chérie je t'aime chérie je t'adore. Como la salsa de pomodoro!!

01 July 2012

Beyond Barriers

I wish I could fly.

Just float a bit around the room.

Then go a bit further to the left..

And sneak out of a little opening..

in my dark tomb..

 I wouldn't even need a broom :))

Then go high and nigh

A mile or two..

Or maybe three..

Cross a river and a sea..

to wherever you might be..

To run my fingers through your hair,

Go down on your chest,

and inhale your flare 

and whisper in your ear:

Please,

Always,

be there.






Divine Perfection Alert! Magda is Back!!

It's been 6 years, my queen-  about time your voice cleansed my soul!

Holy mother of all orgasms!
Some fragments of her new album: Ghazal = (flirtation)

The Revolution That Wasn't


I'm this close

.. This close.. to shooting the Neanderthal in the ass.

And the Tweetomania Continues

Swiss politician loses post, job after urging 'Kristallnacht' against Muslims

Right-wing Swiss politician Alexander Müller is out of a party post as well as his private job after using Twitter to call for “Kristallnacht … this time for mosques.”

The Zurich man also faces a criminal investigation and police searched his home and confiscated his computer, according to media reports and his own blog.
The prosecutor’s office said Müller, 37, admitted tweeting in response to the May acquittal on hate-speech charges of a Muslim man who said it was "Sharia-compliant” for a  man to beat his wife if she refused to have sex with him, the newspaper Tages Anzeiger (Daily News) and others said. Otherwise, Aziz Osmanoglu had said, the man might be unfaithful.

Müller tweeted from his @dailytalk account, “Maybe we need a new Kristallnacht … this time against the mosques.
The tweet was erased, but newspapers, including 20 Minuten, recovered it and other posts.
Müller also had tweeted that “we should take this pack out of the country. I do not want to live with such people” and “I would like to stand certain people up against the wall and shoot them. Less dirt on the earth would be good.”
Müller’s tweets now are open only to confirmed followers, according to his Twitter profile page. On Wednesday, Müller held a news conference in which he apologized and resigned from the Swiss People's Party executive committee for Zurich districts 7 and 8 and from his seat on the local school board. Roger Liebi, the party's Zurich leader, said the comments were “unacceptable.”
Müller said in his blog that he was fired from his job at a credit insurance firm after his employers learned of his tweets through the media. Abdel Azziz Qaasem Illi, spokesman for Islamic Central Switzerland, was quoted in Islamaphobia Today as saying that Müller's party is no friend to religious Muslims. In 2009, the party had supported a constitutional ban against the construction of minarets in Switzerland.
Islamaphobia Today reported that Illi said statements against Jews are avoided in Switzerland, but "it is more common to hear anti-Muslim hate speech.”
Dr. Herbert Winter, president of the Swiss Federation of Jewish Communities, called Muller’s Twitter statement “totally unacceptable,” the Jewish Telegraph Agency reported. He said it was “very offensive” to both the Jewish and Muslim communities because it “implies that Muslims deserve Kristallnacht treatment as the Jews deserved it in 1938.”
Kristallnacht, or “the night of broken glass,” took place Nov. 9-10, 1938, when mobs throughout Germany and parts of Austria killed nearly 100 Jews, ransacked and burned more than 1,000 synagogues, destroyed more than 7,000 Jewish-owned businesses, and vandalized Jewish cemeteries and schools, the Jewish Telegraph Agency news group explained. Some 30,000 Jews were arrested and sent to concentration camps, JTA said.

From  here



Chill buddies. It's only Twitter! Oh, forgot that it's turning the world upside down already.  xD 

I'm so calling that dude up for a coffee! We're Kreis 8 neighbors after all! 

Hey Muslims, check this out..

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