Like a father like a daughter: Since the day.

Since the day you held my tiny body, kissed my forehead and sang me to sleep. Since the day you watched me grow up and become who I am today. Since the day you helped to be organised and patient. Since the day you taught me how to fold my shirts. Since the day you taught me how to not press so deep while writing in pencil so I can erase the mistakes easily. Since the day when I went to Grade 2 and you were so proud that I was one of the first students in my class to be writing in pen. Since the day you taught me how to pray and how recite perfectly Qura'an with Tajweed. Since the day you stood on your feet for 5 hours when I was doing surgery. Since the day you taught me how to use the fork and knife and how to eat like a classy young lady. Since the day you taught me how to treat people and how to cross the street. Since the day you taught me everything and worked so hard to make sure I have a safe future, till the day I watched you grow old and weary

Till the day I watched you, my man, cry. Till the day I saw you in troubles and how you were worried about us more then yourself. Till the day I waited for you get back from work and your surprised me with a bicycle. Till the day you got sick and made me worried. Till the day I knew you wanted to apologise to me but your ego didn't let you(I always forgive you without even trying). Till the day I watched your grey hair grows. Till the till I felt your hands tremble as you held mine. Till the day I saw you get nervous about the silliest things but I truly understand. Till the day I saw how your knees fail you every now and then. Till the day I prayed to God to give your strength and keep you for me. Till the day we fought and wished to fix things up but couldn't because you fell asleep.

Since almost nineteen years and till this moment and tomorrow and after, I am utterly sure that you'll always be my favourite person. I am thankful for your existence and I am so proud to have a father like you.
PS. When I grow up, I want to be exactly like you.

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11 Types of Students you meet at CUFE.

Disclaimer: This post is for fun purpose, so you guys don't take it seriously. It is all about generalizing and no one is particularly targeted. 1- AIESEC Fanatics: They think they are the coolest people taking part in the most cool extracurricular activity. They MUST, I repeat, they must be wearing those lousy aiesec bracelets. They try too hard to look like a badass group specially when it comes to standing at their booth. 2- The Nerd-Extremist There are plenty of this type. Almost everyone in CUFE (Except me ofc). Students from this type would never let their GPA drop less than 4.0 or 3.9. Getting 3.89999999999999 might lead them to some suicidal acts or self-harm. They never skip a class and never leave a lost mark in a quiz unquestioned. 3-The top student-wanna-be These usually have a low IQ, but they are so pretentious. They stick to the nerds' asses and try too hard to befriend them. They never skip lectures,bytlaza2o fel drs w el TAs without mercy,

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بعد تطوّر الاحداث في كلية هندسة القاهرة قررت اني هاحكي كل حاجة بالتفاصيل لتوضيح الامر تماما. منذ بداية العام الدراسي و دايما كان بيكون فيه مظاهرات صغيرة عددها 100تقريبا (لم اتقن العد) داخل الجامعة تهتف ضد حكم العسكر و مؤيدة لرابعة. ماكنش بيكون فيه اي مشاكل و لا اشتباكات داخل هندسة مع العلم ان كان فيه ايام بيكون فيه برّة عند مسلّة جامعة القاهرة اشتباكات بس كانت مش بتدوم طويلا. يوم الخميس 28 نوفمبر, كان فيه وقفة كبيرة برّة عند جامعة القاهرة و كان الطلبة اللي عاملين مسيرة جوة هندسة واقفيت عند الباب الرئيسي لكلية هندسة الذي اُغلق امامهم لمنعهم من الخروج عند المسيرة الاكبر و ربما اغلقه الامن الجامعي لسلامة الطلاب لشدة الاشتباكات في الخارج. الطلبة ظلّوا يريدون فتح الباب و الخروج مع العلم ان الباب الخلفي عند مبني اعدادي كان ايضا مغلقا لموقعه جانب كمين الداخلية و دبابات الجيش المحيطة بالجامعة. تك القاء اول قنبلة غاز داخل كلية هندسة و اصدمت بمدني الادارة الموجود امام الباب الرئيسي تماما و تم القاء القنبلة الثانية و تطايرت بعيدا تماما عن مكان الطلبة المتجمعين عند الباب الرئيسي لتستقر امام

I don't know.

Some things happen without a sign or a miracle. I lost all my wars and battles, and I don't know why. I feel sad, all the time, like there is nothing that ever make me smile again although I try. I fail, and I don't know why. I am always down, being grabbed deeper below by some abstract force and I don't fight myself. I don't know how. I have lost interests in all what I have always loved and I can't go back. I can't get you, nor my old self back. I won't try because I know my inner voice will say 'I don't know'. I don't know what I am writing now or what's the point, but if you are asking; here's my answer: I don't know. I take long walks into the dark side. I like it in a way that I have never known. I am messy, emotionally numb and confused. Don't ask, we both know that I don't know. I watch people and sank into their moves and unspoken words. I know them all, but when it comes to me saying what I saw out loud, I just

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