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.

About Me

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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!

10 November 2014

03 September 2014

25 August 2014

The Chicken VS The Eggs

So when you're afraid of eggs..

Would that make you a chicken for eggs?

Terribly eggy situation coming ahead.

May the Holy Pan have mercy on my poor vulnerable soul. 

24 August 2014

Goldfish Letter

Dear Goldfish,

I am writing you this, blub, letter to express how much I missed you.

The aquarium felt so empty, cold, and dark without you. The fact that you're back makes the sun shine through the ocean, and the algae seem greener.

I hope you wouldn't consider this anything other than a fishy kind of love. Mind you, I don't want to have your little caviars or anything. I just love having you in my waters, so we can have our little daily adventures in finding Nemo and the likes.

I feel safe from sharks and much appreciated. I hang on your strong fin with that fish tattoo (your great granddad?), and feel like I can beat a war submarine.

So happy you're safe and didn't fall into the capture of some evil fisher's net.

Yours Blubbly,


21 August 2014

The National Smear Campaign

For some odd reason, every single time I meet a foreigner living in Switzerland, they start to bitch and whine about the unfriendliness of the Swiss people!

This special observation is particularly magnified in people from North and South Americas, Eastern Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia.. Hey, hold on... Who's left?!!

Even a Swiss friend who grew up in Brazil (and therefore has an accent), is complaining! 

Some weeks ago we had dinner with Argentinian friends and the lady told us horror stories about people treating her badly in shops. Mind you, the lady is filthy rich but doesn't like to look like it. 

A couple of days ago I was in a bootcamp training with 9 other ladies and our coach, all foreign, and there was a poster on the wall stating the 10 commandments of the gym- which I hadn't read in advance.So, while we were busy training, one lady shouted with a sarcastic tone: "Rule #2 must be for the Swiss!"

I tried to figure out what it would be..No Fondue while you do?Yodeling in the class is not permitted? Don't say Chuchichäschtli to pregnant women and children?

As the class finished, my curiosity led me to go check out the poster.

2- Smile and be nice and friendly to others.


I drove back home thinking, I love Swiss people! Do I need to see a shrink now?!!

16 August 2014

My Culture.. Her Culture

While airports are a melting pot for cultures; you can immediately recognise Egyptians from the content of their luggage.

Some 15 years ago I was walking my way through Milan airport when an older Egyptian lady, dressed in her traditional galabeya dress, stopped me to ask about the way to her gate. She seemed so distressed, and was so far away from her destination gate (and land), and it seemed impossible for her to decipher the boards; because, sadly, she was obviously illiterate.

I luckily still had some time before I had to be at my gate, so I took the small effort to carry her massive bag and walk her, arm in arm, to her gate. During that trip she proudly told me about her son who lived in America and that it was her first time to visit him. She cut me like a knife as she said: "It's very difficult to be illiterate."

As we arrived, she was so happy and grateful that she gave me an affectionate hug and kiss, then sat down, placed her bag strategically between her legs, opened it, and revealed a massive 7alla (pot), opened it, and there was about a million soba3 ma7shi lying there- each in the size of a full-term fetus. She got one out, and pointed it in my face like a gun.

"Take this."

I froze.

Not only did the whole airport start to smell like ma7shi, but also my body is conditioned to produce toxic weapons of mass destruction just by the sight of it, let alone eating it. I could feel my intestines telescoping into each other out of horror.

It took me about 15 minutes trying to convince the kind Egyptian lady that I couldn't, shouldn't, and wouldn't eat ma7shi kronb at Milan airport.

I said goodbye, thinking, I wonder how many Egyptians are in her situation every day,  only, ONLY, because they can't read.

One day, I'll help people like you, nice lady. I can't die before I do my part, even if it takes me 50 years to do it.



On board Dusseldorf-Zurich flight..

I have this habit of taking food with me on board any plane, no matter how long or short the trip is. It might be something I learned from my mother, or an Egyptian thing, but you can be sure that Egyptians have food in their travel bags- plenty of it!

As we sat on board for the 55-minute flight, my boy was to my right, and a Swiss lady to my left. She was around her 60s, plump, and with a cute smile.

There was no sign whatsoever that food was coming. It was 3:30 pm and we hadn't had lunch. Of course I started doing my ritual. Opened my bag and took to making sandwiches for the family (yeah, making sandwiches. I'm Egyptian, I can make sandwiches even in my grave).

"Give her one."
My inner voice told me.

"Give who?"
I surprisingly asked my inner voice.

"The lady next to you!"

"One what?!"

I told my inner voice with one eyebrow raised.

"One punch in the face! A sandwich! Duh!"
My inner voice started to get impatient with me.

"Buddy, she's Swiss! They don't like being talked to and offered things from strangers!"

"I just have this inner feeling she needs one!".. The inner voice sadly mumbled.

"I wish I could, and it feels truly unnatural for me as an Egyptian to not offer her a sandwich, but I don't want to bother her! Go fly a kite for now please. Can't you see I'm busy and all this turbulence is causing Philadelphia spread to be all over my forehead?!"

"Alright then, I'm out of here."

I gave my 3 men their food, and sat to enjoy the taste of my sandwich.

Suddenly a massive turbulence caused the whole plane to scream of horror. My Egyptian hand (that with a mind of its own), unintentionally landed patting on the arm of the cute lady, trying to comfort her distress; as she seemed super panicky and gasping for air.

Literally 10 minutes before the landing, they start to spray us with boxes of ice cream. It was like the delivery to the plane had just arrived or something! #Yaoming

The next scene looked like a piece from Hamlet. The lady snatched the box, opened it nervously with shaky hands, and was engulfing the ice cream like it was her last 5 minutes.

After she finished, she suddenly turned to me and said: "The food was so late and I had no food with me. I'm diabetic and might have died without this box of ice cream."

*Ice water bucket pouring on my head*

"See? I told you, bitch! Next time listen to me, alright?"

I struggled to focus on ignoring to shout back out loud at my inner voice: "Shut up, bitch!"


Now I'm here in my bed, wondering, if I'm here in Switzerland, should I do like the Swiss do, or just be myself? I mean, I faked it so I wouldn't bother her, while if I were myself, I would have saved her life- somehow!

To be Egyptian or not to be.. Zat ist ze qvest-shion.

Well.. At least I'll go Egyptian in airports.

07 August 2014

04 August 2014

لو على قلبي

لو على قلبي داب في هواك 
و كفاية ليل و سهر و عناد 
و يايا جوا عيوني حنين و غرام مشتاق لعينيك 

قلبي نادالك حن في يوم 
و تعالا و اهديك روحي بس تعالا 
يلي بحبك قرب طمن قلبي عليك  

بتغيب ايام و ليالي

و انت ما بتغيب عن بالي 

و تروح و تسبني عليك مشغول 
بحلم بعنيك و غرامك 
و بدوب في هواك و كلامك 
و لا ليلة يا ليلي علي اطول

لو على قلبي داب في هواك 
و كفاية ليل و سهر و عناد 
و يايا جوا عيوني حنين و غرام مشتاق لعينيك

اسمع مني و عيش مع قلبي 
زماني ...و ادوب فيي و احبك تاني
كفاية عشت كتير من قبلك بحلم بيك 
تبعد عني ليه طب ما انا قدامك 
بسال قلبك ايه احلامك لو تتمنى الدنيا بحالها  تكون في ايديك

بتغيب ايام و ليالي 
و انت ما بتغيب عن بالي

و تروح و تسبني عليك مشغول 
بحلم بعنيك و غرامك 

و بدوب في هواك و كلامك 
و لا ليلة يا ليلي علي اطول

لو على قلبي داب في هواك 
و كفاية ليل و سهر و عناد 
و يايا جوا عيوني حنين و غرام مشتاق لعنيك

قلبي نادالك حن في يوم 
و تعالا و اهديك روحي بس تعالا 
يلي بحبك قرب طمن قلبي عليك 

01 August 2014


Fantastic night at Mascotte.

Happy birthday, Switzerland.

I love you more than words can tell xx

29 July 2014

Mine O'clock

It's mine o'clock.

Quarter past mine.

I'll be waiting for half mine.

28 July 2014

Midnight Thoughts

It' me, myself, and an X-ray.

An X-ray will never sound the same again.

20 July 2014

The Blow

RIP Barbara, Rob, the boys, Prof. Lange, Mr. Thomas, and all others.

The world has lost such great dreams and plans.

Each and every one of you was so precious for all of us.

I'll never forget you. xx

15 July 2014


Massive.. And seemingly impressive.

Patience is a virtue, though.

09 July 2014

Reminder of The Urge

Keep resisting the urge..


On any thing but that..


On not focussing..


On the perimeter of the circle. 

04 July 2014

Born Again on the 4th of July

Today we launched our English version.

And we're working on the English education channel.

What a year it has been. I have never thought my life would look like this one day.

Totally, madly, deeply enjoying the ride.

Loving every moment, no matter how the end will be.

28 June 2014

School Party

This year: Meat Balls with cantons' flags.

It rained on us, and while it did, we came closer under our small umbrellas- waiting for the sunshine to come back, and had little lovely intimate chats.

Never thought the rain can make an outdoor party more fun.

And now, back to the drawing board.

Can't believe my program is being stolen by a TV channel.

But that's Egyptians for you.


20 May 2014

H as in Rumi

There exists a field, 

beyond all notions of right and wrong.

I will meet you there.

- Rumi

04 May 2014

Happy Birthday

Dictator, asshole, psycho, who is destroying everyone around him. 

Happy birthday, President Mubarak. 

30 April 2014

30 April

4 years ago. I came here. Never knowing what would come my way.

Amazing ride.

So far.

17 April 2014

Coz I Gotta Have Goddamn Faith..

I am in a state of sheer horror right now.

I am literally panicking and don't know what to do. Or where to go. Or how to be..

All I can do right now is cry when no one is watching.

I want my project to grow.

Please, it's my 3rd baby.

Please. Don't let it go.

24 March 2014


Getting so damn addicted

to that brief moment..

Please.. Let it forever be..

And until forever and ever..

I'll be there.. Running in circles..

Trying very hard..

My damn best..

Not to cause

any nuclear implosion..

21 March 2014

Woman + Man


12 March 2014

08 March 2014

Julia Boutros 3ala ma yabdou

So it seems
So it seems he's funny
So it seems he's cute
His company is fun and his talk is witty
And not silly, so it seems!

So it seems he's generous
His thoughts are proper, his voice is lovely 
His eye colour is not a cheater
And more than this we can't add

So it seems he fancies love
And fears to hurt my poor heart
I didn't promise or reject him
Nor told him hope is weak

على ما يبدو
على ما يبدو دمو خفيف
على ما يبدو شكلو ظريف
وجوَ لطيف وحكيو طريف
ومنو سخيف على ما يبدو

على ما يبدو طبعو كريم
وفكرو سليم وصوتو رخيم
ولون عيونو مايخونو
واكتر ما عاد فينا نضيف
على ما يبدو هاوي غرام
وخايف يجرح قلبي حرام
انا ما وعدتو او بعدتو

ولا قلتلو الأمل ضعيف

28 February 2014

The Energy Shake

I just couldn't help it.

Had to shake hard..

Like someone receiving cardioversion..

When I felt that energy.

I feel it..

But it's really too bad to realise..


I'll never see it, hold it,

Or be it.

The Impossible Return of a Sun of a Beach

Spring is coming soon..

My best time of the year is near..

And then.. The warm light brings along..

The memories.

Of that sun of a beach..

That has set into the lake..

To never be back again.

The Mile Milestone of a Rolling Stone

Yesterday something went wrong while grandpa went to pick up G from school.

They missed each other, so G decided to walk back home.

And he did.

For the first time.

His first step of independence.

Historical day.

One small step for baby, one giant feeling sending mama over the moon. <3 p="">

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