The Cairene

Egyptians do really need a reminder  to help them flash back to Egypt before January's revolution, right away after the revoluion and Egypt today.  Pushing aside the political battles and cunning crawls to reach the presidency chair, we need to zoom our lenses on the prevailing state of Egyptians' status to the government and police. Thus, I decided to write this letter to everyone who's taking their eyes off the turmoil happening here, to every person who sleep off their guilty conscience using the cheap excuse of "terrorism". Dear Sir/Ma'am, As a start, I am asking you to get back to your archive and search for the name "Khaled Saeed". Exactly, that guy who was brutally beaten to death by some police officer because he uploaded a video which detains their over the internet. That strong man, he was the spark, the candle and the flame for every single Egyptian. He moved everyone and stung the freedom-soft-spot inside every Egyptian citizen. He

I watched my mother as she approached to hand me the cup of dark coffee, I watched her face’s reflection inside the cup, I watched her eyes getting narrower and her wrinkles digging up bolder and her collar bones popping out to more visible.  I looked up at her and thanked her. She smiled at me and I saw the gap of her lost teeth. Her smile was genuine. I kept trying to remember any good deed I have done throughout my life for God to grant me that amazing person. I didn’t find any. I looked at my coffee and saw my face growing old. I watched my eyes getting narrower and my wrinkles digging up bolder and my collar bones popping out to be more visible. I looked up again and she was gone. I smiled to my reflection and saw my face marks and tried to read them. It was blurry, I couldn't. I took a sip of coffee; it was still warm.

When I grow up, I want to open a school where I teach the students how to deal with life. How to love themselves and others in return, how to get over losing someone and how to deal with a special person's death. I want the students to know how to accept their flaws, know their mistakes, apologize and admit when they are wrong. I want to let them know when hang onto something and when to let go of it, when to give up(yes, sometimes it is a choice) and when to keep going. I want the students to practice art and music, maybe knitting and cooking too. It should be a place where what is inside its fenced borders is as exactly the same as what is beyond the borderlines. I don't know why everyone focus on the typical routine of "education" that it reach the point where some weak students commit suicides because of a tough exam. Back in high and middle school, I studied English, Arabic, History, Physics, Biology and the rest of the science courses. I studied music and art,

It’s 7 am and I have been awake since last night. My thoughts are wandering about every edge and sidewalk of my brain. The walk isn't so good for my thoughts because you are there in every corner; a crack my thoughts stumble upon every once in a short while. There is no way I can fix those cracks and it sucks.  It’s 7 am and I have been awake since last night. I am not supposed to be thinking about you at all. I have made accords with my other self that I am so over you, but tonight the agreement was rescinded and now the wars inside my mind have begun. The dead buried unhealthy thoughts are brought back to life, the long gone forgotten sadness are put on and I am falling. It’s not a safe place anymore. It’s 7 am and I have been awake since last night. I have been remembering you and I hate it as much as I really like you. Severally, I abhor you and dislike the fact that I have once liked you and now,  I want you  I don’t know. I don’t want to be yours, I don’t want you to