The Other Side of Me

Skipped work for no reason, she sits alone in her tiny flat, she walks around like a zombie. Coffee and dark chocolate, she stays in bed half the afternoon. She gets up, decides that it's about time that she stars a new drawing, but she falls back into bed. It's been six months since he left her for her best friend, and she's still not a bit over him. She gets up again, with a blank mind, she starts drawing and just like every time, the drawing is a memory of theirs. Sunshine coming inside from the squares of the wooden-glass window. A white breakfast table with a vase of flowers, pancakes and fruits. Her cup of coffee and his cup of tea. She smells the mix of flowers and coffee as she draws, she sees him smiling at her. She leaves her drawing and goes back to bed in tears. Why did he leave her? She wishes she knew, it would've made all her grieving easier. But he just left, saying that he doesn't love her anymore, that they're not compatible anymore, that he...

It's up to you, to live the life you want to live, or that that people want you to live. It's up to you, to be who you want to be, or what others want you to be. It's up to you, to lead a happy life or a sad one. It's up to you, to know you can, or to find excuses. It's up to you, to face your problems, or to hide in saying I can't. It's up to you, to love yourself or to hate it. It's up to you, to change the world or let it break you into a thousand pieces. It's up to you, to accept the facts or live your life trying to change them and failing. It's up to you, to face your fears, or to hide into believing you're weak. It's up to you, to believe in your power or to believe in you're weakness. It's up to you, to have a reason to live, or a reason not to live. It's up to you, to try or to give up. It's up to you, to believe, or to lose hope. It's up to you, to fall in love or to not believe in love. It's up to you, t...

It was a fairy tale, it was sweeping her off her feet, it was love at first sight, it was the unmistakable energy between them. It was in his touch, it was in her smile, it was in the way they looked at each other. It was in how much she missed him when he wasn't around, it was in how he always wanted to be with her. It was in how she always found the right words when she talked to him, it was in him never running out of words when they were together. It was in their comfortable silence, it was in how they needed no words to understand each other. It was in their friendship, it was in their love relationship. It was in their hearts, it was in their minds. It was in their good times, it was in their worst of times. It was in her support, it was in his caring. It was in their arguing, it was in their fighting. It was in their smiles, it was in their laughter. It was in his kisses, it was in her hugs. It was in their tears, it was in their pain. It was in their lives, it was in their ...

I have started my past couple of posts about Tahrir with these words: "the revolution is back". I won't do so this time though, because the revolution has never left us, it has always stayed in our hearts, and always will. Today I became sure that this generation of ours will never accept that somebody steals our revolution. I became sure that no matter what happens, there's noway we're giving up on Egypt. The way we chanted today at the top of our lungs made me sure that we'll always be there, that we'll always be stronger. The way "el sha3b yoreed esqat el mosheer" (the people demand overthrowing the field marshal) moved the square reminded of January days. I'm now sure that no one can stop this revolution from winning. The numbers weren't that much at first, but since the minute I set foot there the numbers kept increasing. Every few minutes the stage announced the arrival of another rally. As the sun went down, numbers have reall...

All her days are the same, new faces come and go. Happy faces, worried ones, sad ones, excited ones. She sees them all, and forgets them the minute they're out of her shop. She hears the stories behind the bouquets, but never really listens. She sees the faces, but never really watches. Stories reach her mind, but she never allows them in her heart. She doesn't really care, she knows she'll be forever alone. She knows she'll never have anyone to be happy with, to worry about, to share a success or a failure with, but somehow she feels happier this way. She feels that to be as happy as the faces she sees everyday, she'll have to be as sad as the others someday. It's still early and it's the weekend, she wasn't expecting anyone at that time. But a man comes in, with a smile on his face, a smile that she quickly recognizes. It's that smile of people in love. He approaches her and starts talking, she decides to listen today for a change. He's p...

She's young and beautiful, but she's so desperate to find a husband before the year ends. She doesn't care about love, she wants to find a good man she can start family of her own with. She's looking for someone from a good family, that's socially equal to hers, someone who's financially capable of giving her the life she has always lived, and of course someone she can live happily with. In the process of finding the husband, she meets a guy from another department at work. He's everything that is not the husband of her dreams. They're not socially equal, he's from another religion, he's younger than her, and he's in love with someone else. But the minute they talk, they become the best of friends. They always talked about their lives, and how different they are.... She has lived in Cairo all her life. The other Cairo, the one that just a few know about. She knows nothing of the real Cairo, but today he's taking her there, to see the...

This post is a collection of things that cheer me up, if you ever feel depressed try one or two of them they might work =).... Remember those days back when we used to have inboxes filled with colorful forwards? I got this one ten years ago, yes ten! And ever since it's been hanging in my room and always will. It's lovely give it a read This oldie was played in my school reunion three years after we graduated. It was one happy day, it felt so good to be there again, and it felt even better to know that some of my teachers still remember me. They played the song while showing photos of us from KG to high school. It's a wonderful memory, but even if you don't have a memory connected to it. Once you here "Those were the Days" you'll remember your good old days =).   Milkshake! Nothing makes me feel happier. I'm sure no one needs a recipe, but just in case here are some   Hallmark cards. As my favorite forward says, sending cards to peop...