Clashes of Ideologies

The pinpoint of normality has by far been overturned. The inner emotions and rational solutions of a person can be shattered in just a second. In that second, he gets a clear picture of the world and starts realizing what he has been protected of. He thanks God a hundred times for the blessings He has given him and the unlimited grace and mercy He has had. Unfortunate people with unfortunate ideas lead unfortunate lives that lead to the unfortunate nowhere or to the equally unfortunate doom. He has stopped believing in the good side of people. The innocent, life-mastering, close-to-God, pure, wise, white side. Living a reality that he hates, he will continue his life, not knowing where he belonged. Being as extreme and as radical as he was, he distanced himself from everyone and everything. Begging. Bring me freedom and Peace Of Mind again. It has been an experience, but I do not want to live it again. Reality is my biggest frontier. Digging deeper into me and flourishing proudly as if it was worth it. But no, it is not all that great. And people are sinking further down towards the flames of hell, accepting and knowing this fact, but kindly believing that God will rescue them at the last minute. Out of fear of missing out on something in this life, everyone does as they wish, without considering right from wrong. Unleashing powerful demons within themselves, they believe that they have found the core of this life, when they really have not.

Isolation

Isolation! As good and pure as it sounds. Desperately in need of it. A break from humans!

Google's Doodle to John Lennon

It's Odd...

It’s odd.
I hate these chains that at other times feel like smooth honey crawling over my skin.
I hate these voices that at other times make me love the state I’m in and the person I am.
I hate the taste of life in my mouth that at other times makes me ecstatic and filled with rapture and harmony.
I hate these feelings that at other times are the secret ingredients to my pure joy and give me the feeling of wings on my back.
I hate these three empty words I speak that at other times are so full of meaning and passion.
I hate the hopes of my mind that at other times are just tiny components of a series of pleasurable and memorable moments.
I hate the person inside of me. And I hate most people around me.
Take me away to where the essence of life has been created and is being carried on today.
Take me back to a time with more work and more love and more discipline and more balance.
Carry me on the high horse of Heaven to a place where I can find myself in.
The meaning of true happiness will never again be my companion, for I have become a person with other principles and morals that were not identified till now. I expect too much.

An Epiphany... sort of...

I think I should not be dealing with people. it's hurtful to them. and hurtful to me to see how i hurt them again and again. i have lost the ability to appreciate others. i have lost the ability to save others. i have lost the ability to adapt to others. i have lost the ability to thank others. i have lost the ability to give in to others. it is my own fault. i can sit awake nights convincing myself that certain people in my life have made me that way, but it's just not true. i have at some point decided subconsciously that that's the way i'm going to be. i cannot remember when or how, but it happened. and it's killing me now. watch me emotionally isolate myself further and further away from others, because i can't jump over the wall i have built. the invisible wall that has firstly made me unable to express how i feel or how i should feel, and secondly has turned me into a person as cold and selfish as Cain was to Abel. i do not believe in any good will that could come from inside me. all i seek is unlimited freedom and obedience. and i hope by God that i won't be granted any of that until i change my ways. Amen.

Telepathy

The fire spreads in the infinite room we possess. We sit there. Staring at each other. I can feel your fingertips on mine. But I can’t feel the spirit. The distance has grown. It’s getting hotter. The sweat drips down our bodies. But we don’t move. We just sit there. Souls start walking through the room. They look like shadows. Orange shadows. Blue shadows. I want our spirits to connect again. But we both have this hollow look in our eyes. Hello. Can you feel me? Try again. But I have to admit, I’m not trying any harder. Whatever it was, it’s gone. Things gone, and things still here. It doesn’t make any difference now. We both get up at once. We both walk away at once. Talking about telepathy that I thought was long gone. It comes back the moment we decide to part.

We All Become One...

The low-lives. The fiends.
They are here, just like they were many years ago.
Penetrating my brain.
Making me think I could decide who deserves what.
Making me believe that I have the strength to overcome it all.
Without regrets.
I am superior.
I am up there.
You are a misfortune.
A genetic mistake of centuries to come.
I can make you pay for this unbearable sight.
I can make you stop your utterly weak and empty self.
I have what it takes.
But I don’t use it.
Because I am kind.
And now I ask myself: what on earth, heaven and hell ever gave me the right to think that way?
I am yourself, before you are myself, and after we all become one.

Dive...

When I put on my headphones while walking into university, I distance myself from what I see and what I would hear.
It’s about diving into what you want reality to be.
It’s about shaping what you see and what you perceive according to the music that’s playing right into your ear.
It’s about shaping your own thoughts according to your so-called background music, and creating your own mood.
But sometimes it’s about fleeing from you own thoughts and choosing to listen to somebody else’s instead. Even if this someone is a complete stranger to you, but his words make more sense than those of the people you know and deal with.
Long live the music.
It replaces myself.
Dive.

The Failed Philosopher and the Clock

Click.
Click.
Tic toc.
Tic toc.
Tic click toc.
Tic click toc.Tic click toc.
Tic click toc.
Tic toc.
Tic toc.
Tic sigh toc.
Tic breathe toc.
Dong. Close your eyes.
Dong.
Dong. Prepare mentally.
Dong.
Dong. For the sake of philosophy.
Dong.
Dong. Open your eyes.
Dong. Hand on trigger.
Dong. Lead to head.
Dong. Sigh.
Dong. Pull the trigger.
Dong.

"Oscar"

She smoked her cigarette in silence, and couldn’t help but smile inside. “You’re going to miss your train, Madame.” The chauffeur’s eyes were blue, and that’s probably why she started shivering every time he looked at her. “So be it! There’s nothing more soothing and valuable than having the time to finish your cigarette in silence, with no burdens on your shoulders. So what if I miss the train? There’ll always be another one. Don’t you think, Oscar?” “Certainly, Madame.”
Oscar. What a weird name for a French man. A French man that had charming, magical eyes. She turned around to take in her surroundings one more time. Breathe in, breath out. That was the sense of life! She finally found her purpose.
But the next train never came. And she just sat there. Reluctantly accepting that she had gone through great loss that she could not regain. The matters of the heart were never easy to grasp. But there was Oscar, the man she had spent the night of her life with in Venice. The man with the most penetrating eyes she had ever seen. “Oscar, do you believe in your own fate?” “What do you mean, Madame?” “Oscar, stop calling me ‘Madame’. I’m Elizabeth, as it were last night.” “Then, Elizabeth, I would highly appreciate you calling me by my real name.” She paused, waiting for his explanation. “My name is Luchino, as it were since I was born.” “How come I wouldn’t know something like that?” “You never asked, Madame. You assumed.”
Her surroundings blurred, the lit cigarette slipped from her hand onto the floor and was immediately extinguished by the falling rain. Another loss, another cigarette going to waste, another Oscar that she enjoyed. She didn’t know until that moment that her search for her real man Oscar was over, since she wasted the years of her, oh so precious life, looking for Oscar and not the man.

One of my photographs...

A photograph I took. Thanks to sawy's camera! :D

There's always...

"There's always a little "TRUTH" behind "JUST KIDDING", a little "EMOTION" behind "I DON'T CARE", a little "PAIN" behind "IT'S OKAY", a little "I NEED U" behind "LEAVE ME ALONE", & a lot of "WORDS" behind "THE SILENCE.""

Wow, why can I SO relate to this??

Lack of Faith

Today, in our MUN-session, I actually noticed how fed-up people have become. They don't believe that they are capable of changing something with willpower, discipline and pure belief. It shocked me for a moment. What has happened for a young generation to get that far??

My Photography...

One of the photographs I did for my Advanced Photojournalism class. See how the words Art (الفن) and Culture (الثقافة) are covered by the value of money. Also notice what is written around the coin (دعك من الثقافة - برنامج مبارك للترشيح للرئاسة). The book is Ibrahim Eissa's "كتابي عن مبارك و مصره و عصره". The headline "أعز ما تملك" ("The most valuable thing you own") refers - in my own context - to the 50 piasters.

Break the Habit

Where to start? Or stop? Let's be honest: we don't know beginning from end, truth from lie. We have reached a point where all that matters are 5 things: Fame, money, connections, popularity (as in social integrity) and power. And they bring us everywhere, if we have them. They open sealed doors, they feed starving egos, they offer luxury and a lifetime of superficial satisfaction. So it seems. And it's what we blindly believe.
Mankind has reached a very worrying state of mind and state of life, if not to say that it's funny. I can't remember the last time I walked the streets of Cairo, simply to unwind, to see joyful faces, without having to think about the burden that this population is going through all the time. And I get sick when I hear German artists rapping and complaining about their country's corruption, the unsafe life they're living, and about the thousand problems that they have to face daily. If they complain and claim that they have such a hard life, what should an ordinary Egyptian citizen complain about? He wouldn't even know the start of his problems, nor the end of them. The end is uncertain and its timing is unavailable. He cannot trust his authorities, never learned to anyways. How have we reached this state? People are too worried about finding their daily bread; they don't even care anymore who's in charge and what he's doing for them - or against them.
To the left, we can see the simple farmer (فلاح) who cannot harvest his crops - due to the lack of proper resources given to him by the government -, with his 11 children running about the streets of the poor village,and he's silently thanking God for giving him a life filled with family and a home that would be considered a matchbox in other places of the society.
To the right, we can see bunch of rich couples, enjoying their lives at a fancy charity event - that cost more than it will gain -, drinking their champagne, complaining about the oversalted food or how the bad weather ruined the hairstyle they had done for a bunch of banknotes in some overpaid hairsalon (كوافير).
Straight ahead, we can see some business-men (رجال الأعمال), passing thick envelopes from under the table, smoking their cigars, with a map rolled out in front of them, revealing a hierarchy of utter disaster and a map of the country they're ruling, deciding on what move they should do next to get even more money and power, and destroy even more lives than they already have.
Behind us, we can see a bunch of people in uniforms, with some golden figures on their shoulders, ready to attack, take in and torture anyone who seems to dance too freely and truthfully. Needless to describe them even more bluntly.
Right here standing with us, is the rest of the population, staring at everything with open mouths, yet reactionless.
But why am I describing what we all know already? It won't bring us anywhere. The important thing is to act. Give an extra fifty pounds to your caretaker (بواب), driver (سواق), or garbage collector (زبال), because it might save a life and because you, as you read this, will not die from it. Join Human Rights Organizations, demand your rights as a citizen, so others will follow you, join simple charity events and decide not to live a good life while others are at the edge of starvation and complete negligence. Take you rights, whether politically, socially, or other-ly. Instead of closing our eyes in order not to see the pain, we should decide to open them and do something against it! Break the habit of fame, money, connections, popularity and power.

Teacher and Disciple (2)

Teacher: It causes great countries the severest depressions. And can set a human being into an ecstatic state of mind and life. Too much or too less, it will always cause you trouble. An immature mean of rewarding and punishing. Its idea is the greatest, but it does not synchronize with human nature, just like communism. Its mere existence drives people to forget their principles, morals, religiong, laws. Yet, it becomes the most important principle in life.
Disciple: Teacher, does it relate to enlightment?
Teacher: No, it does not, although its possession causes other people to think big of you. It measures things, but not the soul or the mind or the heart. It's the source of everything good, and everything bad.
Disciple: Teacher, does it give me freedom?
Teacher: Freedom is a relative term. Define freedom, and you will need it. Live through the state freedom, and you will need it. Kill freedom, and you will still need it. But it will give you satisfactory freedom.
Disciple: And what does that mean?
Teacher: That it makes you the victim of its very own self.
Disciple: Does it have a soul?
Teacher: Your soul feeds it. And it feeds your soul. Yet, as a matter of fact it's nothing more than a piece of metal or a sheet of paper.
Disciple: Teacher, do you talk of money?
Teacher: This is the enlightment I did not want you to have. But indeed, it's the purpose of what I have said.

Bam...

Anger swells above what's left of this love. No, not anger. Maybe confusion. Or indecisiveness. Two roads. Both of who's goals and ends are unclear and unstable. But which to choose? Such decisions should not exist. Bam! @#$%^&*!

The Lost Highway

Beautiful!
http://www.smashandpeas.com/the-lost-highway/

The hypocrisy of our middle-class and high-class life

Egypt arose in a flood of black, red and white. People cheering. Screaming. Celebrating the victory of a soccer game. And the gain of yet another African Cup.

Even those who hate the country and await their departure into the foreign lands start cheering "Egypt" and are joyfully celebrating what the Egyptian National Soccer-Team have achieved. Just to wake up the next day to remember what they detest about this country and going back to their state-cursing, population-hating, visa-searching, western-culture-worshiping attitude.

The hypocrisy of our middle-class and high-class life.

The Course of the World and Personal Decisions

It's funny when you start noticing that everything you believed in might just be an illusion to your very own being. 

What's right, what's wrong? What's important, what's not? It all goes up in smoke. 

But why is that? 

Why does it take crises and conflicts and fights and arguments to make people realize that nothing is in their own hands, not even their own thoughts or the way they take decisions? 

It takes wars and millions of taken lives to make the world see that the little decisions about what to eat for breakfast are the ones that control the course of the world afterwards. 

Why duck when you can run? Probably for the sake of other people. But sometimes not even that can push you into the right direction.

Amnesty International

Just had to give my salute to Amnesty International. Human Rights till the end of time!

One Day

Get down on your knees and pray.
That hopefully soon enough, one day, all religions, nations, cultures, countries, genders and beliefs can coexist.
That the world one day will learn that violence and irrational decision-making are the things we should not give in to.
That one day, no one should fear his life or feel threatened by another human being for any sort of reason.
That one day, peace, discipline, work, and love will be the only factors ruling our globe without the sense of money-making, punishments, and infidelity.
That one day, God will forgive us for the sins we have committed and help us regain what we have killed from nature around us.
Amen.

Natali Merchant - My Skin

Amazing song! Her voice just does something to you...

Time...

I think time is such a relevant factor to our life. And we let ourselves get hasty by its presence and start going crazy when it's running out. But why is that? What is the magic spell that this clock on your wall throws on you?

Alrighty, then...

I created a new blog. For various reasons that are not going to be elaborated here.
New. For new beginnings. For new thoughts. For new outlooks.
I can't really tell you what will be posted here. But I'll sure enough find out soon.
Peace out. Tie your dogs to a lamppost.