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Simple things that people do and which, unintentionally and positively affects other people is one of the things that I can't stop admiring.

I go for a walk and something on the floor catches my eye. I gradually figure out what it is. The store implanted the covers of coca cola bottle in the cement of the platform, to write its name, a welcome and a little smiley face.
It was a very simple publicity, yet, because it got my attention, it was able to give me a moment away from all the concerns and the worries, and it made me smile.

Somehow I felt that it was on the floor for the ones who walk looking down…the ones who are upset or have the head loaded with many things that they can't enjoy walking and watching the people and the cars.

Or the day I was going to get some stuff, and before I turn on the engine, a lady, who has just parked looks at and says:" don't take the main road, it is blocked, I was stuck there for over an hour"
She was a stranger, she didn't know me, yet she was human enough to warn me.


Or when I was coming out of a parking and I saw a lady with a little boy trying to cross so i stopped, but the boy, who was still afraid wouldn't walk, so the guard came to stop right in front of my car so the boy can be sure that I won't move, and he smiles to the boy who safely crosses and turns to thank me for waiting.
Or the day I was stuck in the rush hour listening to a wonderful soundtrack that someone once recommended, it was my one companion that helped me through the way.

Simple things that people do, and which unintentionally and positively affects other people make my believe in human beings get stronger.

One precious moment…

It is really wired how a couple of music notes can have such a tremendous effect when you accidently hear them… they have the power to take you away to a completely different world, or even better, to a place where you once were happy and grateful.
It is that moment when you let go everything, and hold on to that nourishing effect, so that it would last as much as it can.
You let the music speak in your head, reminding you of how lucky you were, telling you that life can hold something good for you.
You let yourself live that memory one more time as if it was true.

One precious hour….

It is the evening … a long day of work ended. It doesn't happen frequently, but somehow, that day; most of the missions were accomplished.

Tired…but happy that the battle against the flue ended with the defeat of the virus. It couldn't stop the everyday routine and eventually most of the items in the "to do list" were barred.

The regular beats announce the beginning of a new hour....
Tired… but happy… they were only eight beats… … still one hour left… one hour that is completely yours, may be the only hour that was truly yours. may be another page of that absorbing book will be a good companion… with some music … or something lovely on TV…it could be a good time to call and ask about a friend… many things can share that hour …and whatever the choice …it will be a good one… but make sure that it is truly yours.

... سبت القاهرة

أول مرة اكتب بالعربى , ماعتقدش إن ده تغيير فى الشخصية, بس هتابع الموضوع لحسن تكون دى القطرة اللى فى أول الغيث, و يلاقونى فى أعماق المرض النفسى بعد كده.

يوم السبت هو يومى المفضل. طول العشرين سنة اللى فاتوا كان دايما بيحصل فيه حاجة كويسة.

زمان, كانت ماما بتاخدنى نتمشى يوم السبت الصبح, و كنت بجيب الكتب
الصغيرة دى بتاعة ما وراء الطبيعة و ملف المستقبل.(للأمانة أنا لسة بجيب ما وراء الطبيعة لحد دلوقتى).
و فى المدرسة كان هو اليوم اللى بعده الأحد, يوم الأجازة, فكان ممكن انى بعد الظهر أعمل حاجة غير المذاكرة. و ساعات كنت بقعد فى المدرسة لحد الساعة 5,كنا بنعمل زى نشاط كده, تحت اشراف المدرسة طبعا.
و لما اشتغلت, كان يوم السبت جميل لأنه بقى أجازة عند ناس كتير تانيين,فالشوارع بتبقى فاضية, و الطريق سهل و بياخد 25 دقيقة بدل ساعة و نص.
و كمان كان يوم استقبال الوحدة اللى اشتغلت فيها فترة فى سنة الامتياز. كان يوم مرهق... بس جميل, لأننا كنا عارفين بنعمل ايه, و كنا بنتحرك حركة مفيدة و مثمرة, بعيد عن العشوائية و (المهوبصة) اللى كانت بتحصل. و أهم حاجة كنا مع ناس طيبين و محترمين.
الحقيقة الفترة دى كانت حلوة كل اليام مش بس السبت.
و لمل اشتغلت فى المدرسة الأحد كان أجازة, بس كنت بعمل شهادة التربوى, فكنت بروح المهندسين يوم الأحد.
بس السبت كان بردة يوم جميل, لأنه بعد الجمعة, يوم نبطشيتى فى مركز الحياة. كان يوم عظيم لأنه مفيهوش مستشفى و لا أسعاااااف.
و لأنى بردة مع ناس بحترمهم و بحبهم.
السنة دى مفيش "الحياة" و مفيش تربوى. يمكن الجدول زحمة شوية, بس بردة جدول السبت جميل.
أناكتبت الكلام دة من فترة علشان منساش قد ايه ربنا كريم معايا..... بس قلت اشاركه معاكم انهاردة......... السبت.

Black hole….

Sometimes I slip into the black hole of confusion. I try to hold on to an absolute value, so that I can keep my balance and my sanity, but I fail.
Yet, when I stop and think, and imagine that I went back in time, I realize that my choices would be the same. I might do things in a different way, but the corner stone believes in things or in people will always be the same.
Only you God, and my soul praises the lord, you are the only one who knows my heart, you are the only one who knows everything about me, and who understands me better that any.
You are the only one who knows the how? and the why?
And you are the only one whose opinion matters.
Thank you God, you are the most kind and generous.

True….

If you know me for long, then you know how I feel about giving a public speech, and how it was something that stands next to the impossible for me, following that idea, you won't believe that I agreed to give a "first aid" session where the audience was my colleagues at school.
I won't deny it, I was nervous. I was thinking about all the things that might happen… 1st there might be a power failure, or the projector won't work, or the power point won't work, or I won't work, because as you know my mind blanches on pressure!! Many things actually could have happened…
But I went, and did it. My heart was not pounding, and my hands were not shivering… I was OK, because the people who were there were my people, my family.
Somehow it felt safe to be there, talking to them.
What deserves to be highlighted here is not that I vanquished my fear; it is how lucky I am to be with such wonderful and lovely people, and how I appreciate and respect them.

it did happen....

There are certain points in life that are significant enough to be highlighted and considered as a turning point, a hall mark.

One of these is the time when you find yourself able to see things that have always been there yet, you were unable to perceive.

Recently I had one of those moments, and for some reason it made me create this knew blog spot.
This site wasn't supposed to be for sharing an experience or expressing an opinion, but I will do so… I will talk about me, and I will talk about a close friend.

I had a look at my other website, which is 5 years old now!! I see how things were somehow silly and immature, yet I won't delete it. After all it is still my site. I was that person, and what said then was true and honest, and in fact I still mean most of it.
So I won't delete it and make it as if it was never there, because in fact it did