So Long my Sedra ..
December 29, 2010
I slept on the ocean floor .. I felt weightless, numb and sour .. A part of me has gone and you are free.
So Long my baby girl ..
Born- 21 sep 2010
Died- 21 sep 2010
URGH !!! The Brain
March 2, 2010
When the brain works right, It helps you be thoughtful, playful, romantic, intimate, committed, and loving with your partner.
When the brain is dysfunctional, It causes you to be impulsive, distracted, addicted, unfaithful, angry, and even hateful, thus ruining chances for continued intamcy and love.
Daniel G. Amen
So Mr. Daniel, you are saying that Men sorry “Egyptian Men”
All of them Well “No Offense” Most of them .. The vast majority are suffering from a brain damage, OKAY, I Got it ..
Katie Melua – I Cried for you
February 10, 2010
When you went I became a hopeless drifter
It has been a terrible year and a half without you
I madly miss you
And desperately wish you were here now
Without you now I see
How fragile the world can be
And I know you’ve gone away
But in my heart you’ll always stay
So long My Father
Till the day we meet Again ..
Motherhood
February 1, 2010
Eliza is a full time housewife, she ‘s a mother of two kids.
Suddenly; Eliza finds herself doing the same things in the same ways everyday from the time she wakes up untill the time she goes to bed. And she can’t cope anymore, she can’t stand herself doing a series of small repetitive actions.
Finally she collapsed and decided to leave the city.
With a very angry face Eliza left the city on her way to New Jersey then took this huge step back after she had picked up the call from her husband who was trying to rescue their kid and kick a lollipop out from his throat then the writer actually took us to a very nice conversation in trying to show her husband’s understanding although he was very busy and always not at home but I liked his lines so much, they were short, specific, a bit funny and absolutely they were having an Aim.
The Funny thing is; while I was watching the conversation I imagined the Scenario not by Uma therman and Anthony Edwards but by an Egyptian couple 🙂 It would definitely lead to different Results.
Let’s see the conversation :
Eliza: What could possibly possess you to give a toddler a known choking hazard?
Avery: Don’t lecture me, Eliza.
I could just as easily lecture you.
Eliza: Really? For what?
For doing all the idiotic errands?
For listening to mothers in the park who need to be medicated? While you get to go to work with real adults and have normal adult conversation.
Avery: Oh, yeah, like having Morris ream me out
because I had to leave work to take care of Lucas?
You mean those kind of normal, adult conversations?
Eliza: You got an envelope at home today,by the way.
Some messenger guy delivered it.
Avery: Oh, yeah, right.
Eliza: He…
He helped me carry my bags upstairs,and so I let him come in for a while.
Avery: You what?
Eliza: I let him come in,and he blew up balloons.
Avery: You let a messenger come into our apartment and decorate for our daughter’s birthday?
Eliza: His name was Mikesh,and he was just being nice.
He looked at me like I was a person who might still have something worthwhile to say.
Avery: I always tell you that you have something worthwhile to say.
You…
You need a stranger to tell you that?
Was he good-looking or…?
Eliza: He looked at me like I might still be somebody worth looking at.
Avery: How could you not know that you’re worth looking at?
Were you attracted to him?
Were you?
Eliza: It’s just that you never look at me that way anymore, Avery.
Avery: Do you look at me that way?
Eliza: No, not really. Not enough.
But I still love you, Avery.
I really love you, but…
Avery: But what?
Eliza: It’s just that
every day from the second I wake up till the second I pass out cold,
my day, like the day of almost every other mother I know, is made up of a series of concrete, specific actions. And they’re actions that kind of wear away at passion, if you know what I mean.
The actions are petty and small like…
Like refilling coffee cups or folding underwear.
But they accumulate in this really debilitating way that diminishes my ability to focus on almost anything else.
Bigger things like, you know,
ideas or… politics or dreams of a better life.
Avery: Well, what would be a better life?
It wasn’t always my ambition to supervise a team of fatuous liberal arts graduates and edit their copy about traveling to places that we can’t afford to visit.
When we had Clara, I got a job with healthcare and a little bit of flexibility. It was a decision that we made.
We made the decision together. So I got a job that I can tolerate.
No more, no less.
You’re not the only one who’s made sacrifices, Eliza.
Eliza: Well, that still doesn’t explain why you can’t pick up your socks.
Avery: What do my socks have to do with it?
Eliza: Your socks have everything to do with it!
Avery: Eliza, all I wanted you to do in that piece was to stop hiding behind irony because it comes so easily to you.
I want to know what you really think.
I want to know what you really feel.
What makes you want to live a life with passion,
no matter how many socks you have to pick up.
What about that?
He was (quiet). She was honest. He helped her to understand what’s going on and to express her feelings by a positive way. He didn’t yell. He didn’t change the main subject.
He didn’t lose control.
He understood her and made her smile at last.
What A Man!
Happiness is a State of Mind
January 15, 2010
Happiness is a state of mind so I have to have a plan to make life much easier than it is now
As Mr. Burke at “Love happens” Movie said “Life gives you Lemons” and when that happen you have two options:
You can make Lemonade or Sour look
So under the conditions that I face nowadays; the un useful empty unbalanced sucked life I live since this golden circle piece of metal wrapped my finger, I became so much nervous, bored, saddy, and quiet in a very melancholic way.
That’s because I left my job, my one and only way to earn money, dignity and to feel respected and self confident.
I left it to become a house wife cause My fiance wanted that and believe it or not that’s his only wish from life. huh!
In his standards; being a house wife is the perfect way of living for a woman. Well, Now I’m nothing but broke and empty Because I fulfilled his wish .. Screw me!
I feel like I’m losing my spirit, my kefi as the Greek people say.
I feel like I’m walking on the runway and suddenly one of my high heels broke and I have two options:
Stand up quickly and smartly without being noticed by anyone pretending that I’m okay and continue walking with a face head high or ..
Every one would laugh at me and I will become the most stupid dumbest person ever, I will become the clown of the national Circus.
In my inner I don’t want to be a house wife
Some person eating, sleeping, snoring without getting paid.
The visible money, these pieces that make life worth living …
hey STOP! Stop it! I know what you’re thinking ..
Now you’re thinking that I’m selfish and I don’t understand the meaning of taking care of a husband and a baby comes later.
I do appreciate the married life and the whole meaning of giving giving giving thing but I’m talking about my future, my arranged plans, my twenty four years of learning and studying to become a person that matters..
Can’t blow that away
We must take under consideration that the success at work and social life leads to the success at home. It just need a grain of luck and a grain of patience and It would be perfect,
Hmm well not that perfect, I mean smart enough to deal with the both sides of life
Otherwise, Women; we will live in hell !!
About myself; I will burn slowly if I continue moaning between me and myself,
If I continue mumbling the two lines repeatedly and desperatly everyday;
I don’t belong to this life.
I miss participating to the world.
But No… I have a faith that I’m not one of these actors in “LOST” series, I will make a new fully hard plan and bear the consequences, I will do something will change the world for the better.
I will do something makes me feel happy because making Lemonade will always be my choice.
Photography VS Poetry
September 20, 2009
A Collection of Some Inspiring Brilliant Shots Captured By A Friend of Mine
The Enchanted Bird
Don’t you see me yet?
I’m the beautiful one with the longest neck
I walk in pride,
I hush and hide
But In My Fantasy;
You are the Noble Enchanter,
I’m the Princess in her Royal Velvet
Then you hit,
Coquette;
With your Magical Stick.
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Sailing Away
Move the oars so strongly,
Sail across the sea
May be you reach a place
Where you find the Ecstasy.
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No Sailor No Life
I stand and thinking
I search and got disappointed
I ask and No Answer
Where is my other half?
And all is here are empty boats
And all is here is Silent.
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Leaping beyond the Winds
Fly my little wings
Fly and hit the sky
Cause here is dusky and a little bit bleak
And up there you may find the green bay;
The Slopes covered with flowers that you always seek.
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Strange Similarity
The Boat, My Boat
The only colorful thing in my gray world
Your Sailor shaped you well
And colored your oaken wood,
Then abandoned you here Roughly
Alone with your Solitude
Wings, My Wings
You who have soared me above the Ocean
Now you harbored here without a sweet Emotion
Did the immense sky swear,
That you will flutter No more
And become a homeless bird for Infinity
Or It’s written in your destiny,
That you will roost in this hopeless boat,
And become to him the companion and the friend
Now I see and observed
How much the boat and I;
Were became to this such similarity .