While we are being engulfed by the presidential elections grey tornado…two young Egyptian women were busy making history during the British Open Squash Championship 2012.
Nour El Sherbini beats her fellow Egyptian Raneem El Weleily to become the youngest-ever British Open women’s finalist.
فيها حاجة حلوة!!!!
Just to let you know that I am moving the -incredibly slow- 365 pp to my tumblr. http://nermeena.tumblr.com/
Yemken..yemken
Hiking along Whales Valley on crutches.
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them”
You come to realize that taking a leap of faith is quite different from jumping of a cliff. In the former you leap and you know that someone is there either holding your hand or waiting for you to land safely. The later is a carte blanche for breaking your soul into million little pieces, and you cannot blame anyone but yourself for believing and believing in. You cannot do the same thing over and over again and expect a different result. That’s a mere act of insanity.
I am broken inside, soreness is seeping out blocking my pores. And I don’t know where to channel all the anger mounting over my chest and weighing me down.
I stepped out. For good, for I know I have been undermined. My love has been misunderstood as weakness while it was strength in its apex. My endless SOS cries were responded to by a “sorry. “Sorry” became obsolete..the verb has been obnoxiously abused. One thing about apologies, they have to be heartfelt, and if you kept on apologizing for the same thing over and over again, then that’s never genuine nor heartfelt. You don’t apologize for breaking people…you are undermining the damage.
I stepped out, cause I won’t stay in a relationship I have been determinately driven weak and vulnerable, postponed and deemed a variable amongst all life constant components.
A sign placed at El Hegaz St, Heliopolis. Some friends thought it’s cheesy… I found it a genuine move (hearts excluded) 
The number of Martyrs doubled up, the parliament proved useless…People are still in the streets…cheering Selmeya Selmeya!!
Opening line: “you are the best thing that happened to me” he said
For a fireball; one of the most torturous things is trying to control its velocity. An effortless gesture to stop or slow down defies its nature and subjects it to expected affliction..
He loves me slowly; my velocity -Velocity (V) = Displacement (S) / Time (T)- is not entirely incoherent to the world pace.
Displacement (S) – It is not the distance between us, “we are connected”, ”you cannot ignore that bond”. It is the DISPLACEMENT, you cannot confuse that with distance. We are not way far from the starting point. We are close in concept, mundanely crawling through a hollow mediocre passage to a climax that I suspect we will reach.
Or shall we say it is the journey not the destination!! “الحب طبقات من التألف والتاريخ المشترك”
3 years of nothing but memories I had to slice throughout brief stolen encounters. Nothing to keep in my scrap book or hide away from the world in my wardrobe. Not even a special poetry verse that says “it reminds me of you”. There are certain things in life that needs tangible proof, love is one of them.
Time (T) - Waiting is agitating, draining, and merciless. It does ruin the budding fruit, and withers the green hearts. Pace up, as I have paced down although it is against my laws.
“I will bring joy to your heart” said he who made me see the edges of my heart turning brown.
Runnnnn
When you see every possible sign….run. There is nothing brave or romantic about waiting for a different end while walking the same path recognizing the resemblance in oblivion.
“she could escape only by leaving a piece of herself behind.”
Salah Salem Traffic Jam
Bey2ollak the road not taken (see the other side of Salah Salem, yes the side am not taking) is always flowing without any congestion (ma3 el i3tezar l Frost).
Speaking of traffic. The drive to and from Downtown is killing me these days. It is fine in the morning, I go out fairly early to avoid the rush, yet in the evening it is inevitable. ehe2 
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Maha’s project inspired me to take the challenge…the commitment of posting/taking one photo a day. I won’t go for inspirational, but something that impacts/impacted my day. Let’s see how will this go.
Fridge Notes
This is the kind of notes we leave to each other at home. Mama sleeps early and wakes up obnoxiously early..and in order to convey a message of skipping a work day, I usually leave her a note (as illustrated above). Purpose is (besides I don’t want to wake up early in a day off) ? to make her smile first thing is the morning. Why? cause she always makes me smile first thing in the morning and by always I mean even in (her) times of distress.
My heart is filled with joy and is about to explode..today’s magnificence lies in the come back of Egypt’s Copts to the streets following the 9th of October massacre .
On the 9th of October and shortly after I started following the march, I bbmed a christian friend and told him that now I am confident no one will be able to hijack the revolution…was super excited. Told him Egypt’s Copts are making history here…and bringing the revolution back. Needless to say I couldn’t open my mouth post the atrocious ending of the day.
But today, a march organized by the Cathedral From El Abbaseya Cathedral to Tahrir Square in memory of the Maspero Massacre Martyrs…hope renewed.
Photo Credit: Simon Hanna http://twitpic.com/7d23lb
Martyrs photos, Chants, Priests leading..and singing the national anthem. A come back that has been described as the “ the most organised march I’ve ever been on. Quite beautiful” I have the confidence, courage, and audacity to say الثورة مستمرة
