First let me say that most of the extraction of lessons in this post isn't done by me, but by the person who has opened my eyes to the beautiful myth. Yet I also have to say that when I did my own research, and read it from different sources, I found even more lessons to learn. And that's the beauty of it, with every time you read it you learn something new. So to the moral of the Myth of Osiris.... It's clear that the fight between Horus and Seth is a fight between good and evil, between what's rightful and what's wrong, between what's true and what's fake. Horus had an intelligent mind that lead him to fight for the truth. Seth had an intellect mind that made him able to give excuses for his helpers, to brainwash them, or to give them fake reason to fight his fake war. Horus, with the wisdom of his mother and a father who holds the truth had the sharp vision of a hawk. But what is vision to our ancestors? What is the eye of Horus? What does it stand for...
June 29, 2013 Tamarod Tamarod (Rebel), the public movement that has been collecting signatures for the past two months to call for early presidential elections with the aim of finding a legal way to topple President Mohamed Morsi, announced the final signature count in a press conference this morning. The number announced was 22,134,465 signatures. Mahmoud Badr, the movement's founder, made a call for more than 22 million people to join the protests tomorrow and stay in the streets until they bring Morsi down. He also announced that the president's legitimacy has fallen after they've collected a number of signatures th at is more than 85% of the number of voters in the presidential elections. Badr answered those who question the number by demanding early elections, saying that this was the only way to prove the accuracy of either of their numbers. The announcement was met with celebratory reactions among many Egyptians... Support Since April 6 movement...
Missing.... I've always thought that missing someone is the worst feeling in the world, but with you it's different. I sometimes miss you so much that I can't breathe. I go sit on that chair where I always sat when we talked and I remember every word we've said. I can see myself smiling to your sweet words wishing you can see me at that instant, because words can't explain how happy you made me feel, only the look on my face can. I remember how I never felt anything around me while we talked, I remember how I felt that I'm in heaven when I heard your voice. I remember how I felt how much you cared for me with every word you said. I miss when I woke up to your voice, how every new day was a wonderful day because you were in it. Then I come back to reality and sit there alone, missing you. Missing every bit of you, missing your smile and your frown, missing your love and your anger. I miss how you colored my world, how you made me feel like a princess, how I felt ...
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