I am alive..!!

I had just finished watching “City of angles”.. Gosh!!
I’ve longed for that one, not for Meg or Nicolas, but for the sound track “Angle”.. that one fills me in with a shiver each time I got to hear it.. Unbelievable!
Until I saw it.. I SAW IT.. such a wafting fragrance of love,, u could feel it touching ur face as Meg passes away.. and when he was confessing with tears.. that was so heart breaking..

I wished I could go and sleep, but with om kalthom and one of her eternal enchanting melodies on the radio.. and GUESS WHAT its Friday night Cairo.. and after a while Ossama will rock your night with his masterpieces in “late cartoon”

“Why on earth am I doing that to myself.. why didn’t I watch Frankenstein instead?”

Believe it or not, as I was trying to shake these thoughts off my head, the lights went off!

For the 1st time in my life, I’ve never felt as desperate as I was,, I couldn’t get to my pc to space out these thoughts.. plus I’ve never felt as lonely as I was..
THAT WAS THE 1ST NIGHT THE LIGHTS WOULD GO OFF WITHOUT MY RADIO ON!!
Sadly, I did murder my friend, and all what is left, old paralyzed electric ones.. which SUCKS!!

I stood up, and walked in circles in the dark, as helpless as I could ever be.. then OFFFT.. I lied on bed , closed my eyes, and imagine those long nights I spent my, myself and my friends around.. my radio with some softies joining me from “the musical” and the universal melody from the sea I face..

I wished I could have the chance and vanish in both.. as the air would be getting all over me, in a magical and tender touch.. directly I’d be in a different world.. different timing and different myself..

Moments later, I stood up, and tried to down my thoughts on a piece of paper, with the help of a street lamp light joining my lonesome party with her faint beam of hope.
I gazed a little at the nothingness of life.. and life gazed back..
Till lights were to shine again..

Even before I would take in my breath, unconsciously, my hands were searching for a one I know his every bend and turn by heart.. I heard the voice of ossama and his masterpieces filling me in.. and I saw the warmth of life spreading around the place..

I took a deep relaxing breath in and thanked ALLAH I am alive.. I have my dearest friend on..


Time to go... 73's

Quoting Me .. :D

The more I grow up, the more I realize: life is ruled by some fools, who believe they are something..
However, eventually I will become one of them..

Time to go… 73's

Starry starry night..

Supposedly, today was the last day in collage before exams ..*YAY, What a relief!!*
Tell ya.. I got to admit, I HATE that collage.. I HATE its empty halls and walls.. and my fellow colleges *as well*, but for few folks, my gang and the breaks ;) ;)

Yet actually, I was thinking of anything but the above, on my way back home.
I only remember I had a sudden shiver all through me, and an eagerness to walk, capturing my every senses.. Un-consciously I gripped my stuff and things, just in a second I was off the bus to a near by station *obviously not mine!*

So I wandered a little here, and a little there.. Until I found my feet tapping through my club’s gate. As I entered, I was taken by over whelming, warm welcome of the April flowers, still waiting for me. Let alone the burning sun, or the books chaining me.. I started humming “Vincent” by Don McLaen, that popped up in my head, without a proper or clear reason.. *and no knock knocks*
“Shadows on the hills..
sketch the trees and the daffodils..
catch the breeze and the winter chills..”

When a breeze, I know by heart, filled me in with a unique un-defined, abrupting feeling of unity and vanish.. as light as a feather, swaying to a no-where never-land.
“They would not listen..
they did not know how..
perhaps they’ll listen now..”

In a genuine, cherished moment of harmony and majesty.. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.. *if you’ve ever saw that idiot, holding books and having kinda dirty sneakers.. blah blah.. then.. hehe.. that was ME :D *
I wondered about my all of a sudden “nature love”.. And hunger for liberty to break all rules and chains.. and above all, my sudden belief I am the breeze itself..
“Starry starry night..
flaming flowers that brightly blaze..
swirling clouds in violet haze..
For they could not love you, But still your love was true.”

I remembered your smile and was swept by a flood of wished to start from the childish steps.. dancing on a piano tune or playing hide and seek between the trees..
What a wonderful world this can be, with twinkling eyes, sparkling in the horizons of a day like today..
“They did not listen..
they did not listen still..
perhaps they will never will..”


Thank You ALLAH for all the blessings I have in life.

PS: you can find here the complete lyrics..

Time to go… 73's

A quest..

Away for over a month, from my dearest bloggie *not very very far.. only one URL away*

Over this month I was trying to figure out an identity..
In Arabic I cry and laugh.. In Arabic I scream and blubber.. In Arabic I understand and talk.. Yet express myself in English.. and I wonder WHY!!
I felt astray.. as if starting a state of losing myself in a merry-go-round of circle of my own foreign words.. Paralyzed no matter how far I walk, seems way behind my real self.

And after the strong oath I took, on starting the journey to fulfill the quest *to seek myself through my native tongue* my insight was blurred again by my passion for the latten letters that wrote the 1st chapters of my book.. and still on a wait to write the rest..

So I am returning back, after the beam of light I saw in my horizons, with a bitter sweet aching in my heart..


Time to go… 73's

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