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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-309752948759762366</id><published>2012-01-08T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:23:05.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rich dont care</title><content type='html'>some how some way i have noticed that the rich dont care&lt;br /&gt;they say with noses pointing to the sky the people in tahrir are thugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell them no they are not&lt;br /&gt;they say have u been there have u seen them&lt;br /&gt;i say yes&lt;br /&gt;maybe they dont look so clean cuz theyve been there for weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they go on to provoke me more and say&lt;br /&gt;why was the girl in the blue bra not wearing a shirt under her black abaya&lt;br /&gt;and Oh God nothing annoys me more than that&lt;br /&gt;because if they saw the video she was and if she wasnt she is free&lt;br /&gt;because underneath ur clothes u can wear whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;you dont think well maybe if they undress me i need to wear layers&lt;br /&gt;undressing people is not an option usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they say what brought her there&lt;br /&gt;and oh i cant even stand this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the street children who were killed&lt;br /&gt;they say they are street children as if that is their fault and as if for that they deserve to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rich dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont care for the blood shed &lt;br /&gt;all they care for is if a building got burned or a material thing got touched&lt;br /&gt;but they do not value the lives that are lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rich dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its disgusting not to even have a stance with ur heart&lt;br /&gt;not to take the side of justice not even with ur heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they walk around in expensive clothes they live in huge houses and their hearts are so cold&lt;br /&gt;they are so blinded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they really do not care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no its not democracy to respect their opinion&lt;br /&gt;because when u are for murder and inhumanity&lt;br /&gt;you are not worthy of respect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly so many people i know dont care if a man is killed for asking for a better life&lt;br /&gt;just because he is poor uneducated or even looks messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rich dont care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-309752948759762366?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/309752948759762366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2012/01/rich-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/309752948759762366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/309752948759762366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2012/01/rich-dont-care.html' title='the rich dont care'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1999243668769833721</id><published>2011-09-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:13:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She is with God</title><content type='html'>at the hussein mosque she came in wearing big loose black garments and a veil like all the women there were dressed&lt;br /&gt;she oozed so much confidence&lt;br /&gt;and strong will&lt;br /&gt;she was big and full of life like a warrior of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was so strong&lt;br /&gt;like a fighter like no one can stand in her way&lt;br /&gt;the man at the door wanted to take her shoe and give her a number like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;but she refused&lt;br /&gt;she said i wont take a number&lt;br /&gt;she put her shoe on the shelf and with a loud strong voice she said&lt;br /&gt;im with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went to the tomb of al Hussein the grand son of my beloved prophet&lt;br /&gt;and she started singing poetry of sufi love&lt;br /&gt;praising the prophet his grandson and all his family&lt;br /&gt;praising the sufis GOD and the seekers of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;she sang like she did not care what anyone thought&lt;br /&gt;everyone gathered and cried&lt;br /&gt;she touched all our souls&lt;br /&gt;she was different and confident&lt;br /&gt;like a thousand men could not stand in her way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a million women were inside her abaya &lt;br /&gt;like a warrior of light&lt;br /&gt;she took us all in a sufi trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she made me realize why this land is so precious &lt;br /&gt;because its full of light and spirituality&lt;br /&gt;so many poor people tied closely to God&lt;br /&gt;the egyptians are originally mystics&lt;br /&gt;the egyptian muslims are mostly sufis&lt;br /&gt;don't fear the fundies the warriors of light will win&lt;br /&gt;because they pray from the heart &lt;br /&gt;and from them true peace can fill the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this land is worth it &lt;br /&gt;this land is full of light&lt;br /&gt;and the sufis will not stop singing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i met a woman who said im with God&lt;br /&gt;and no one can stand in her way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1999243668769833721?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1999243668769833721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-is-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1999243668769833721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1999243668769833721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-is-with-god.html' title='She is with God'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-7822589869584622944</id><published>2011-09-18T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:36:41.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evolution revolution</title><content type='html'>if you keep fighting it you will gain nothing&lt;br /&gt;its part of the spiritual evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many angels on this earth right now &lt;br /&gt;here to take us higher&lt;br /&gt;here to change us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the experts know about 2012 and how much it will be so much better for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the tyrants have no place&lt;br /&gt;all of those who were swiming in cash are drowning now&lt;br /&gt;or finding shores where their cash means nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can fight it&lt;br /&gt;you can blame the u.s and isreal for everything on earth&lt;br /&gt;but you can also embrace the change&lt;br /&gt;you can realise its good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your soul knows it&lt;br /&gt;you can stop using ur monkey brain&lt;br /&gt;you can open your heart&lt;br /&gt;your soul wants to evolve too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so close &lt;br /&gt;you are connected to him know it or not&lt;br /&gt;believe in him or not he created you and the world as you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old ways of running after money and power will not work anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes your life was comfortable but now is the time to feel for the rest of those on the sinking boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can keep crying for the few we think are now unjustly in jail&lt;br /&gt;we can keep falling into hate and misery and fight the waves of change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its happening so you might as well surf &lt;br /&gt;you might as well let it go and let the meant to be happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you  were attached to the material world&lt;br /&gt;you will have nothing&lt;br /&gt;find God inside you &lt;br /&gt;yes its not like hollywood and all the cool things that make talking about him geeky&lt;br /&gt;but you know what? God is here and he is great and so much light came from him and his angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time you realise the practical and mundane are lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone else is embracing the light&lt;br /&gt;im not judging you&lt;br /&gt;you are the only one still suffering&lt;br /&gt;we all suffered from fear but now we are happy and we realized the impermenance of our material enviroments&lt;br /&gt;stay in the freak out zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will find the light&lt;br /&gt;and we will be dancing in circles with the angels while you dread the change and how things did not go ur way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be high while you keep smiling at the instability saying i told you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are not shortsighted we know its part of the evolution to go through some instability and guess what we are not glued to the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what there is no me and you&lt;br /&gt;there is no us and them&lt;br /&gt;there is no concpiracy either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we are all one we are all divine because we are all him and he is inside each of us and the skies tie us on this earth into one&lt;br /&gt;and if you open your eyes you will see so much beauty and if you close your eyes you will see even more light and beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-7822589869584622944?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7822589869584622944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/evolution-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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until you can not bear it any longer &lt;br /&gt;then pain has to faDe slowly cuz that's how pain works&lt;br /&gt;They say endure it&lt;br /&gt;Pain teaches you the blessing of not having it&lt;br /&gt;Pain is mostly from stress&lt;br /&gt;The mind can't handle it&lt;br /&gt; so it manifests&lt;br /&gt; in an aching part of ur physical body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain has to go away&lt;br /&gt;It makes you suffer&lt;br /&gt;And from that you grow &lt;br /&gt;and learn about the pains of others&lt;br /&gt;You then relate&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a club a dark one that makes you bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how it is for those &lt;br /&gt;who are going through what you went through&lt;br /&gt;Pain teaches you about impermanence &lt;br /&gt;Makes you decide to detach or else die and get it over with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain and patience go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to talk about pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When pain leaves peace of mind rests and suddenly you are so close to GOd&lt;br /&gt;As if the demons in your head caused the pain&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and at other times the pain itself brings you close to GOD &lt;br /&gt;Pain is not fair but it's a great teacher that leaves scars and gives you stories to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is very close to pleasure&lt;br /&gt;When the pleasure is absent then comes pain&lt;br /&gt;teaching us to leave the game&lt;br /&gt;And find a safer place&lt;br /&gt; where there is no pleasure and no pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a magnet to the pain&lt;br /&gt;Pain chooses his victims like they are waiting to suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go through another's pain&lt;br /&gt;Help but don't feel it &lt;br /&gt;You will get your share so don't bleed twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the strong rock instead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is part of human life&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a harsh good teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thank GOd for the pain cuz it taught me about blessings of peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst kinds of pains are  pains of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keep the heart happy and pure cuz sooner or later pain will visit and the heart needs to be peaceful and away from pleasure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is painful&lt;br /&gt;So even in love rise moderately and don't fall hard&lt;br /&gt;So the bruises don't give you too much pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-8540600948426997364?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8540600948426997364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/science-of-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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cafes to see what everyone is up to&lt;br /&gt;What they are saying&lt;br /&gt;And from that i understand how things are in a place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at night in tabasco cafe &lt;br /&gt;A young man of artistic nature ordered a coffee and wanted to light a cig in the closed space&lt;br /&gt;I asked if he doesn't mind waiting till I leave since me and my baby we can't breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was understanding&lt;br /&gt;He waited and gave me the right of oxygen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His two girl friends came in and hugged him cuz he just came from Alex&lt;br /&gt;They really missed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had so Much art to show them in his notebook and many interesting stories to tell them about life in Alex &lt;br /&gt;They were all liberal, wearing jeans and t shirts very Egyptian and very proud &lt;br /&gt;Two strong women who felt like they were taking care of him&lt;br /&gt;He was so slim he doesn't eat much&lt;br /&gt;So they laughed and ordered their own lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started telling his stories his sad stories&lt;br /&gt;He was loud and we were the only ones there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I hope you guys don't mind that I can hear everything you are saying&lt;br /&gt;I am entertained but I want to have your permission to continue listening&lt;br /&gt;They laughed so much and apologized &lt;br /&gt;I explained that I'm loving it&lt;br /&gt;They went on to telling their story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he talked about Alexandria&lt;br /&gt;that Alex has become another gaza&lt;br /&gt;Beards and long cloaks everywhere&lt;br /&gt;All the workers are dressed in the typical Islamic garments and the army is creating an environment of hostility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said things are much worse in Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Alexandria has always been more conservative&lt;br /&gt;And after the fall of the Islamic phobic regime the Saudi influenced people are shining now and it's like they are all out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even here in Cairo&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the long messy beards have grown out of the once shaved faces of men I used to know who worked at the store&lt;br /&gt;I realized they were always religious but Mubarak made them hide it since they could have been arrested&lt;br /&gt;Anything forbidden is more interesting&lt;br /&gt;They forbade religion and made it so wrong that now it's  freedom showing that you are very religious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe religion is inside us &lt;br /&gt;But I believe people should be able to dress and look the way they want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man told his girlfriends that two of his Friends died in Alex &lt;br /&gt;I was shocked they are young&lt;br /&gt;He said one died from a heart attack in his apartment&lt;br /&gt;The other from an overdose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are dying from heart attacks these days&lt;br /&gt;I could relate some of the nights of the revolution I could have easily lost my life too&lt;br /&gt;My heart was almost stopping from fear of the thugs and gunfire of the old regime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if the islamists rule will these friends be able to meet again and sit together and laugh &lt;br /&gt;Will they be able to wear short sleeves and touch as they talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started remembering how we look at the way Egyptians used to dress at the king Farouk times&lt;br /&gt;we never know if the way we dress now will be remembered as the good old days of freedom&lt;br /&gt;thats if the islamists rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said no&lt;br /&gt;the liberals are here&lt;br /&gt;they wont let it go&lt;br /&gt;the voice of the fundies is high&lt;br /&gt;but they are a minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sufis and the liberals are still here&lt;br /&gt;we egyptians are faithful by nature&lt;br /&gt;faith is part of our being&lt;br /&gt;so its natural for religion to play a role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but  freedom and arts are also parts of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be obsessed with the islamist boogiman like my fellow x regime lovers&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be paralysed by fear from the lack of security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life will go on &lt;br /&gt;art will go on&lt;br /&gt;if i paint and the worker works and the singer sings&lt;br /&gt;maybe life will be better here&lt;br /&gt;it already feels way better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i was overhearing a group of people forming an alliance to help egypt&lt;br /&gt;loud people who are passionate and a bit annoying are discussing the future of the country which is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a buzz&lt;br /&gt;and it is exciting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1565003225181476424?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-6540412287232150965</id><published>2011-09-12T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:07:31.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliet and mars</title><content type='html'>If men are from mars&lt;br /&gt;And women are from Venus &lt;br /&gt;Why on earth do they live together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars is cold&lt;br /&gt;Venus is warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars is happy alone for long intervals&lt;br /&gt;Venus loves company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars doesn't notice so many details&lt;br /&gt;Venus is aware of every little thing and it touches her psyche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus listens&lt;br /&gt;Mars interrupts&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus is spiritual and dreamy&lt;br /&gt;Mars is practical and earthly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars is a desert&lt;br /&gt;Venus is a forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars is cold and sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;Venus is warm and empathic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do mars and Venus decide to live on earth together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come from opposite worlds and only before sharing a bed does it seem like the 2 worlds can coexist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they come from different worlds if they were meant to live together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did Romeo not mention the cave when he fell in love with Juliet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-6540412287232150965?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6540412287232150965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/mars-is-not-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6540412287232150965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6540412287232150965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/mars-is-not-fun.html' title='Juliet and mars'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-6698341334087639522</id><published>2011-09-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:52:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The city is charming</title><content type='html'>The city is charming until u have a baby&lt;br /&gt;And it becomes overbearing &lt;br /&gt;The pollution&lt;br /&gt;The filth &lt;br /&gt;The dirt&lt;br /&gt;The dust&lt;br /&gt;The traffic&lt;br /&gt;The lack of nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cairo is not meant for children but rather adventurous young couples or single women and men&lt;br /&gt;Living the urban dream&lt;br /&gt;Living the rustic way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cairo &lt;br /&gt;I love u but to me u have eXpired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-6698341334087639522?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6698341334087639522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/city-is-charming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6698341334087639522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6698341334087639522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/city-is-charming.html' title='The city is charming'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4228626258810874954</id><published>2011-09-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T14:51:11.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cairo</title><content type='html'>There is another world out there for &lt;br /&gt;X cairenes who chose the cleaner life and escaped the city&lt;br /&gt;They chose the suburbs &lt;br /&gt;Young families with young children moved to the sprawling city &lt;br /&gt;In gated compounds they live in greenery &lt;br /&gt;With less pollution and their children can run free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have malls like the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;I visited mall of Arabia today and I even found rich women in the abaya and loose hair like in Dubai &lt;br /&gt;Shops like gimberee gap zara home oysho and more make me feel home and that if I need  something I don't have to travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinnies opened there and the experience is world class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to see Egyptians in uniforms working just like the people of the world &lt;br /&gt;And this tome they smile more and have more  hope&lt;br /&gt;If only the people in the cafes won't smoke&lt;br /&gt; a much the experience would be worldly.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's exciting to see Egypt embracing modernity with local brands like Mobaco concrete and beonos offering services like international &lt;br /&gt;competitors &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was celebrating in mall of Arabia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old city has it's  charm back in Cairo but it sure is nice to walk without crooked sidewalks &lt;br /&gt;To be surrounded by clean new  infrastructure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see kids running free and families having their rights to breath and be themselves not worrying about what the bawab will say or even if the elevator is still not working &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New clinics new schools wider roads lovely compounds a sense of community and hope for Egypt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love 6 of October and I wish I was part of that world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4228626258810874954?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4228626258810874954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-cairo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4228626258810874954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4228626258810874954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-cairo.html' title='New Cairo'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4076036926839195053</id><published>2011-09-02T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:59:49.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear egypt</title><content type='html'>please seek the turkish model&lt;br /&gt;please leave the persian trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please for the love of God be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre always beautiful nomatter how dirty they make you and how instable you are im safer here then anywhere&lt;br /&gt;cuz here is love cuz here is family cuz here i will make it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4076036926839195053?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4076036926839195053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-egypt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4076036926839195053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4076036926839195053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-egypt.html' title='dear egypt'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-2893933988269372958</id><published>2011-09-01T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:00:53.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glowing lights</title><content type='html'>glowing lights came to me last night&lt;br /&gt;shaping lovely patterns and some flickering wings&lt;br /&gt;across a black background  glowing colors started dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a tough ride&lt;br /&gt;finally im home again with lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramadan never do i wanna leave u again &lt;br /&gt;pleaese GOd dont let me go so far&lt;br /&gt;i need to be around everything that reminds me of my ramadan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time we will be together with my sisteers and mother&lt;br /&gt;i wont just leave again in the best time to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glowing lights said so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-2893933988269372958?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2893933988269372958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/glowing-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2893933988269372958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2893933988269372958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/09/glowing-lights.html' title='glowing lights'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5956573333590488759</id><published>2011-08-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:16:42.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little things</title><content type='html'>little things mean so much&lt;br /&gt;things that might mean nothing to others means so much to us&lt;br /&gt;The mad lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scene might not get to them but to us it can traumatize us for a life time&lt;br /&gt;flowers mean the world to us&lt;br /&gt;words of love and compliments with details&lt;br /&gt;taking your time with words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long gazes and eye contact&lt;br /&gt;putting us first always&lt;br /&gt;not bringing in other names&lt;br /&gt;not even mentioning other creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how we are we are selfish with our lovers&lt;br /&gt;we want it like the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are ambitious &lt;br /&gt;we cant just be happy like our mothers&lt;br /&gt;we want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want to be part of the decision maing process&lt;br /&gt;we want transparency&lt;br /&gt;and equality&lt;br /&gt;we want to be treated like we deserve the world and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want to be missed even if its one night&lt;br /&gt;we want to be told so&lt;br /&gt;we want to be like the lovers of the shakespeareian  tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want the stars and the sky &lt;br /&gt;and everything between the earth and the stars to feel like its ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want to be sacred&lt;br /&gt;like nothing you have seen&lt;br /&gt;like we are unique and our bodies are temples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want to be looked at for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our efforts and hard work need to be acknoledged&lt;br /&gt;we want to know that we are the true love and not just the settlement destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want to be your best friend &lt;br /&gt;and your dream and your forever&lt;br /&gt;we want to be protected by you like we deserve only the best scenario so long as you can give it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you lie about it&lt;br /&gt;lie in favor of making us feel like goddesses of beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you have seen more beauty say that we are the only ones you have seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if your dying to take that call shut the phone&lt;br /&gt;even if you mean nothing by complimenting others hold it in and keep the compliments to us alone&lt;br /&gt;yes we are selfish lovers&lt;br /&gt;and when we go mad cuz so many times we do hold us tight and say how much you love us and respect us and that in your life time you &lt;br /&gt;have never loved so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your gaurd down&lt;br /&gt;cry a little&lt;br /&gt;get down on your knee and say you want to live forever with us&lt;br /&gt;say we want to share each detail and plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont become the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Be a mad lover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5956573333590488759?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5956573333590488759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5956573333590488759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5956573333590488759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-things.html' title='little things'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-42940525507412</id><published>2011-08-29T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:14:28.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love gives wings</title><content type='html'>http://www.ascendyourself.com/node28.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-42940525507412?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/42940525507412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-gives-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ride&lt;br /&gt;When u truely look at it you will realize how easy it could be for people to quit on stuff&lt;br /&gt;Giving up sucks but sometimes it's simpler and way more relaxing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-7094762376936628464?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7094762376936628464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/earth-is-tough-no-doubt-in-that-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7094762376936628464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7094762376936628464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/earth-is-tough-no-doubt-in-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5042567762526705573</id><published>2011-08-28T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:12:54.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a culture of sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xy4mDsR29QI/TlsseHy1CDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3yEHcQ9mUQI/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xy4mDsR29QI/TlsseHy1CDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3yEHcQ9mUQI/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646155453838985266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn on the egyptian channel&lt;br /&gt;yet i am in california&lt;br /&gt;and oh my God &lt;br /&gt;the soap opera&lt;br /&gt;the mother is crying holding her daughter &lt;br /&gt;saying words that could not be translated in english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our culture in egypt is so sad&lt;br /&gt;sadness is just our way and the common ground&lt;br /&gt;yes there is humor &lt;br /&gt;but the overriding feeling is sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness is a culture in egypt&lt;br /&gt;even after the joy of the revolution all i could do was cry for the martyrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in california people are not afraid to say they are happy&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because they really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the government makes sure most of them are&lt;br /&gt;they can walk around&lt;br /&gt;they have pavements&lt;br /&gt;sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;they have trees&lt;br /&gt;they have parks around every neighborhood so the people can enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have rights&lt;br /&gt;they feel like human beings like they are worthy&lt;br /&gt;and at the coffee house the stranger opens the door for me and gives me his place in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says you go first&lt;br /&gt;i thought everything was a struggle and here everyone is being nice &lt;br /&gt;a new movement here started by a local called daymaking&lt;br /&gt;which is an attempt to make a strangers day and do something nice for no rewards other than a desire in a better world&lt;br /&gt;so its like paying it forward everyone is trying to make everyone else's day &lt;br /&gt;walking down the street i am greeted by nice people who wish me a great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in egypt the beggars only wish me stuff and they want money &lt;br /&gt;they say may God keep you&lt;br /&gt;i once told a beggar but i don't wanna just be around, pray something better like God bless you or wish me happiness or anything who says i wanna just be around forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in california&lt;br /&gt;in the street&lt;br /&gt;there are&lt;br /&gt;smiling people&lt;br /&gt;full of hope &lt;br /&gt;and its a happy culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home we are mostly sad&lt;br /&gt;traffic can steal any joy out of us&lt;br /&gt;everyone is out there to share the misery&lt;br /&gt;we have even grown closer in misery&lt;br /&gt;because we have it as a common feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have no idea what is next&lt;br /&gt;our government is capable of screwing us over to the limit that we can not imagine&lt;br /&gt;we have zero trust&lt;br /&gt;we are traumatized&lt;br /&gt;we took our lives into our own hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so happy when we see a policeman&lt;br /&gt;we wanna dance in joy that they decided to work again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we travel we always say what a clean place&lt;br /&gt;because it not that clean in our street&lt;br /&gt;but cleanliness is like a given everywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then again i look around and i feel the joy of the people here&lt;br /&gt;yes many have gone mad and walk around yelling stuff but the majority are happy motivated and hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the egyptians are like orphans &lt;br /&gt;the government has abandoned them so those of them who can went and tried to get adopted by those who value their children&lt;br /&gt;canada and america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants dual citizenships&lt;br /&gt;because another passport gives you more humanity&lt;br /&gt;your price goes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the revolution came along and now saying im egyptian here in california tastes so much better&lt;br /&gt;thanks to tahrir square we have a better name here and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what exactly is going on back home i dont know&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i wanna say im egyptian here and it feels way better than saying it last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but our culture is a sad one and it might be an eastern thing that the tears flood like waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;my people have seen so much injustice and pain and neglect its only normal to be so sad&lt;br /&gt;even if you are rich having poor and sick people around you will depress you&lt;br /&gt;having so much ignorance and sickness and poverty around you is bound to get you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are stuck with so much love to our land&lt;br /&gt;love that hurts &lt;br /&gt;love that makes us sad&lt;br /&gt;love that makes us come back&lt;br /&gt;they say build and we will&lt;br /&gt;but its the sadness that will take so much time to erase and the trust that will take ages to build&lt;br /&gt;and the people  who need new bodies new skins new minds to start fresh and to forget the ways they have been treated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we take everything into our hands &lt;br /&gt;because we have zero faith in our government&lt;br /&gt;we keep trying to live in a place that is just perfect for dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is hope and life will go on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its an arabian thing to carry sadness within&lt;br /&gt;ours is a culture of sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5042567762526705573?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5042567762526705573/comments/default' title='Post 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4935175677705415488</id><published>2011-08-27T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:27:08.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free." &lt;br /&gt;— Rumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4935175677705415488?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4935175677705415488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/dance-when-youre-broken-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4935175677705415488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4935175677705415488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/dance-when-youre-broken-open.html' title=''/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5115398888793259275</id><published>2011-08-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:11:45.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harem</title><content type='html'>No we are not the maids you hired&lt;br /&gt;Neither are we the prostitutes you ordered&lt;br /&gt;No we are not second class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I will not walk after you&lt;br /&gt;No I will not be silent when I can speak for myself&lt;br /&gt;No I am not less just because im a woman&lt;br /&gt;No I am not less just because I am young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I will not be an object of desire&lt;br /&gt;No I will not be weaker&lt;br /&gt;No I will not play dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will shine because my light is on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I will not dim it so I don't make anyone feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am strong I have lived before I was even fine &lt;br /&gt; I don't need to be under your rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is not to look pretty and obey&lt;br /&gt;My job is not just to be a good girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you do not own me&lt;br /&gt;You are not the boss of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I refuse to be treated like a second class citizen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of my age sex or color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My accent is beautiful I don't néed to change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will speak whatever language I feel like speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing in English Arabic and Italian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog I will paint I will walk and I know where I am going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be brave because I owe it to my daughter&lt;br /&gt;I brought her into the world so she can see a strong role model not a disappearing shado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I will not become a clone &lt;br /&gt;No I will not mold my self to fit in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  Pretty much whole the way I am&lt;br /&gt;I love how I am and I won't transform into a half to fit the puzzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not just a goodgirl who does not make trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carry them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not objects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are capable just like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are smart and sometimes even more spiritual and sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are capable of multitasking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And putting ourselves in The shoes of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I will not nod and be quiet &lt;br /&gt;No I won't walk behind you and follow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am whole I am great because I am an EGyptian womAn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harem is not my place  nature is my mother and I am a child of God &lt;br /&gt;And for that I am beautiful and proud I will stand up straight and my head will be high because I am not ashamed of my sex my race or my religion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrazad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5115398888793259275?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5115398888793259275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/harem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5115398888793259275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5115398888793259275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/harem.html' title='Harem'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5970336339502660120</id><published>2011-08-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:51:57.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apple heaven</title><content type='html'>steve jobbs is all over the news&lt;br /&gt;the reason the apple name is golden and this company is so great&lt;br /&gt;is that its not about making money only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple is so much more than just a company or brand&lt;br /&gt;today i am in palo alto california and i am in the same city that steve jobbs lives in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw his house its close to where i am staying&lt;br /&gt;its big and wonderful but its also humble down to earth and it blends in with nature&lt;br /&gt;its nothing showy or too fancy&lt;br /&gt;a man who can build a golden palace and rub it in all our faces knows life is not about showing off ur wealth&lt;br /&gt;but rather living in the place that makes you comfortable and happy don't get me wrong it is beautiful and big but it is reasonable and lovely too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my apple phone died on me so i went in the amazing apple store&lt;br /&gt;a store that is beaming with light full of life&lt;br /&gt;full of young and old people who all wanna be part of the apple revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple is not just a smart brand its artistic its free it symbolizes all the things i believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stranded in the store: no phone, no car and no idea how to reach my husband&lt;br /&gt;the apple genius and thats what the people who work there to help you understand the apple products more&lt;br /&gt;showed me where the phones are &lt;br /&gt;and i looked to my right i found a table with apple phones being charged and so inviting they all stand shiny and new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked the genius: but these phones are not for everyones use are they?&lt;br /&gt;he said yes they are&lt;br /&gt;i asked him: is it for free?&lt;br /&gt;he said yes&lt;br /&gt;now i started getting greedy as i thought of all the international calls i have been making&lt;br /&gt;so you can even make international calls?&lt;br /&gt;he laughed and said yes&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked and i asked and its also for free?&lt;br /&gt;he said yes as he took my i phone to fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood there amazed for a few seconds and i looked around the store &lt;br /&gt;and i understood what all the fuss is about&lt;br /&gt;its abundance &lt;br /&gt;apple is being so kind so inviting &lt;br /&gt;you can use the internet you can use facebook you can check your mail you can play games you can&lt;br /&gt;make calls you can enjoy apple at the store and you are surrounded by so many people who are willing to help you understand apple better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phone could not be fixed so the man just gave me a new one&lt;br /&gt;without even telling me he will&lt;br /&gt;like its so easy to be generous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy&lt;br /&gt;it was like i was in apple heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked behind him and i saw a homeless lady come in&lt;br /&gt;with white hair so long and tangled it touched the floor&lt;br /&gt;with a hunch back&lt;br /&gt;with so many bags &lt;br /&gt;she looked exactly like the which in snow white&lt;br /&gt;even she felt welcomed&lt;br /&gt;she put her bags under the desk and started using the computer&lt;br /&gt;i recognized her she lives on university avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me it was unbelievable how nobody even looked at her&lt;br /&gt;not even a glance&lt;br /&gt;not the employees not the customers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stayed there &lt;br /&gt;i left and thanked the apple geniuses&lt;br /&gt;and i booked an appointment to learn how to create a website&lt;br /&gt;to use the garageband&lt;br /&gt;and the i videos too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is always busy&lt;br /&gt;the apple store is like apple heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i go i will call my mother in egypt&lt;br /&gt;its apple heaven and everything is possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish steve jobbs health because the world needs him around &lt;br /&gt;he is such a great inspiration&lt;br /&gt;a modern day hero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stay hungry,stay foolish" steve jobbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5970336339502660120?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5970336339502660120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/apple-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5970336339502660120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5970336339502660120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/apple-heaven.html' title='apple heaven'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3279270931703632872</id><published>2011-08-26T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:55:04.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have u ever wanted something so bad that you don't want it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;That's me &lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all the struggling &lt;br /&gt;I give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3279270931703632872?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-6021559129569600578</id><published>2011-08-25T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:56:04.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting to stay</title><content type='html'>it feels like im fighting for my life&lt;br /&gt;my desire to stay here&lt;br /&gt;to breath good air&lt;br /&gt;to be safe&lt;br /&gt;for basic needs to be met&lt;br /&gt;for higher potential to be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul is happy here&lt;br /&gt;finally im free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fighting for my life &lt;br /&gt;for the right to walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like dying&lt;br /&gt;thinking of going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i do not want to go back to sitting around on my ass all day&lt;br /&gt;no i do not want to be stuck in traffic just to see my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i do not want help&lt;br /&gt;no i do not want to be the madam&lt;br /&gt;to order maids and have so many middle men&lt;br /&gt;although its a blessing&lt;br /&gt;it is also a curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not be the boss of them&lt;br /&gt;i can only be the boss of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the barriers i should keep &lt;br /&gt;the boundaries i should keep&lt;br /&gt;the proffesionalism is hard for me&lt;br /&gt;since i can only be myself&lt;br /&gt;i can only be a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not build walls around my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk in nature &lt;br /&gt;i want to stay&lt;br /&gt;and have a place for my baby to play&lt;br /&gt;for me to lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear egypt i love u&lt;br /&gt;but no i do not miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God let me stay&lt;br /&gt;i know i was meant to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is my time&lt;br /&gt;let me live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will fight for staying&lt;br /&gt;like one fights for their right to live&lt;br /&gt;because to me here is life&lt;br /&gt;and im finally feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-6021559129569600578?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6021559129569600578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/fighting-to-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6021559129569600578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6021559129569600578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/fighting-to-stay.html' title='fighting to stay'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8020133643165717142</id><published>2011-08-24T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:54:29.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in angels</title><content type='html'>I believe Palestine and isreal should move on kiss n make up and live as friends like they did before in Jerusalem I believe in love 4 land but I think the whole border idea is an illusion created by those who trade weapons! wars are all a work of the  weapon industry the people of the world are all fooled into ideas of borders differences hate race  and sex while the truth is we are all one and the earth is our home the divine created us equal I believe that angels come once called upon I believe that we are all familiar  and that the fastest way to connect with people is to laugh n dance with them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-8020133643165717142?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8020133643165717142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-believe-in-angels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8020133643165717142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8020133643165717142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-believe-in-angels.html' title='I believe in angels'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5400622444620305418</id><published>2011-08-21T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:21:04.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now that i can breath they say i have to leave</title><content type='html'>just when i found my place in the world&lt;br /&gt;just when i feel like im finally home&lt;br /&gt;where i can fit&lt;br /&gt;although my heart aches with love to my land&lt;br /&gt;but here im free and i want to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just started breathing and now he speaks of leaving&lt;br /&gt;i just started to live and they say i must go back&lt;br /&gt;i just found my freedom but they said i must come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i feel my destiny telling me this is the place for me&lt;br /&gt;im even more beautiful here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a place to walk right here&lt;br /&gt;i have a place in the world in here&lt;br /&gt;i do not have to be scared of my own government&lt;br /&gt;i do not have to fear thugs coming my way in here.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i know that the police will protect me and my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i know that i can speak my mind and not worry about being arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here its not weird to say hi to strangers because no one is a stranger&lt;br /&gt;here it is not a fault to be friendly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;here i ate with the muslims the christians and the jews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here everyone is my friend&lt;br /&gt;here there is grass and sun&lt;br /&gt;here the trees talk to me and i want to hug each tree &lt;br /&gt;and kiss the ground and thank God for creating such beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they have empowered me&lt;br /&gt;gave me rights and i can breath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i can be myself and i fit in with those who are fre&lt;br /&gt;here i can dance in the street and take care of my self&lt;br /&gt;here i can sing outloud &lt;br /&gt;here i can be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i paint&lt;br /&gt;here i do yoga &lt;br /&gt;here i walk miles of independence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love egypt but it seems to me like it is the place i wanna die in not live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stress level might not be getting to my friends but to me i confess i have been traumatized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the nights where the police decided its ok to let the prisoners out&lt;br /&gt;when they decided the people of egypt need to learn their lesson for speaking their minds and they cut the phone lines and internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be stronger than me but i cant live like that&lt;br /&gt;every day a new scary story on the local news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of people being kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;and our neighbors in syria and libya being killed one after another&lt;br /&gt;the days of hitler are back &lt;br /&gt;the world sands still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innocent people are killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the selfish coward that i am does not want to go back&lt;br /&gt;yes i want to be an atlantic away from all that scares me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i want to be where a government is well established&lt;br /&gt;where the people can speak their minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where having help is not the norm&lt;br /&gt;where democracy is practiced&lt;br /&gt;where the police protects the people and does not terrorize them&lt;br /&gt;where my baby can play&lt;br /&gt;where my baby can eat good food and breath good air&lt;br /&gt;where nobody judges me all the time and interferes with my lif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my time is now&lt;br /&gt;let me live&lt;br /&gt;When I  die i wanna say i have lived &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as opposed to stayed home on the sofa all day &lt;br /&gt;as opposed to just pleased all the people i should please all the time&lt;br /&gt;those people have lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me live too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy as opposed to terrified all the time&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk the streets as opposed to cough from everyones cigerette in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be free &lt;br /&gt;let me&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;you owe it to me&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see me die slowly every single day&lt;br /&gt;take me back to the tomb called my land &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i love it to death but to me it means death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i can breath they say i have to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i started to shine they want to take me away back to the dark&lt;br /&gt;where i dry out like a dried dead flower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me find my way&lt;br /&gt;let me stay&lt;br /&gt;for Gods sake let me stay&lt;br /&gt;let me live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom is my right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5400622444620305418?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5400622444620305418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-that-i-can-breath-they-say-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5400622444620305418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5400622444620305418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-that-i-can-breath-they-say-i-have.html' title='now that i can breath they say i have to leave'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3567380056090451963</id><published>2011-08-19T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T21:25:55.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>artists</title><content type='html'>you see i dont mean to be mean&lt;br /&gt;or to be self involved&lt;br /&gt;to be an artist i must &lt;br /&gt;or else what would i paint about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things we feel on the sphere of artists and more spirtiual people&lt;br /&gt;and when i say spiritual i mean it&lt;br /&gt;are far more intense&lt;br /&gt;so subtle hatred can be felt because the radar is so sensitive in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is well appreciated&lt;br /&gt;neglect is not tolerated&lt;br /&gt;hitlar fans are not welcomed&lt;br /&gt;the german way and no offense to the germans&lt;br /&gt;but the typical german way of law and order is just not possible for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music and authenticity are welcomed&lt;br /&gt;real people and real emotions are embraced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nature is deeply apppreciated&lt;br /&gt;love for artists and i speak about my self and my fellow artist is sacred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if love is practical and treated like a routine job it is not needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loyalty is to extremes a&lt;br /&gt; artists see the chemistry that is willing to spark between the two sexes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artists are on another frequency &lt;br /&gt;dancers&lt;br /&gt;singers&lt;br /&gt;musicans &lt;br /&gt;painters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize there are those artists who are cold speak very little and are extremely practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im talking about the artist that lives an artistic life&lt;br /&gt;that treats each moment with sacredness&lt;br /&gt;and yes they suffer more&lt;br /&gt;and yes they enjoy more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but artists hurt deeper and feel more to their cores&lt;br /&gt;food is art&lt;br /&gt;love is art&lt;br /&gt;every relationship is a dance and motherhood is a heavenly bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in everything&lt;br /&gt;Sufis too&lt;br /&gt;they live in a trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to be from that world and deal with people floating in a realistic blaze frequency&lt;br /&gt;their words will hurt&lt;br /&gt;their dos will hurt&lt;br /&gt;their ways will hurt&lt;br /&gt;they will not understand your tears&lt;br /&gt;they will not comprehend your need to connect wit the devine&lt;br /&gt;they will not comprehend the measures to take for love&lt;br /&gt;or the deep need fr independence and complete freedom that you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will not understand your interest in people of all cultures and your need to help them&lt;br /&gt;they will not understand how much it affects you when you are surrounded by a negative vibe &lt;br /&gt;or a controller&lt;br /&gt;or someone who wants to mold you into the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am nothing&lt;br /&gt;for i came from dust&lt;br /&gt;yet i am everything because inside me is the breath of God&lt;br /&gt;and i am form him&lt;br /&gt;therefore i am great and im worth saving&lt;br /&gt;i am worth being happy and i am worth doing what i feel like doing as long as i do not hurt another being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant live with sadness arrogance insensitivity and tyrants&lt;br /&gt;i cant live without my freedom and my rights to love till the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats mine is mine whats yours is yours&lt;br /&gt;im from God&lt;br /&gt; just like the birds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;like the tree and the skies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen a bird who has been trying to crawl?&lt;br /&gt;she knows she was meant to fly&lt;br /&gt;she will not be happy crawling&lt;br /&gt;thats why i fly because i can&lt;br /&gt;because i have to&lt;br /&gt;because im an artist and im proud&lt;br /&gt;no apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from tousa with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3567380056090451963?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3567380056090451963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/artists-and-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3567380056090451963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3567380056090451963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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support &lt;br /&gt;She was the only one who said I'm right&lt;br /&gt;And boy how i needed to hear that&lt;br /&gt;She said all the things that made my heart rest &lt;br /&gt;She said it all and I went home thankful for my sanity &lt;br /&gt;And that she  supported me when everyone else doubted me&lt;br /&gt;She said I have rights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5008794928222629024?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5008794928222629024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5008794928222629024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5008794928222629024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-said.html' title='She said'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3816830038916882195</id><published>2011-08-18T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:16:04.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun salutation</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to be dripping with love and romance&lt;br /&gt;The sun kisses my soul and makes it feel ok&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance and surrender are my only way&lt;br /&gt;If these feelings are demons I must still accept myself and love myself &lt;br /&gt;Seeing such beautiful trees makes me feel home &lt;br /&gt;God is not only in Egypt he is everywhere  &lt;br /&gt;All I want is to walk and love and dance&lt;br /&gt;All I Want is freedom and respect &lt;br /&gt;All I want is to worship and to lay on the grass &lt;br /&gt;All I want is to love till the end not half way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3816830038916882195?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3816830038916882195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/sun-salutation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3816830038916882195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3816830038916882195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/sun-salutation.html' title='Sun salutation'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-7251977852986907304</id><published>2011-08-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:57:19.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shahrazad will fly</title><content type='html'>Let me fly that's what I was born to do&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly I can't live in a cage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly I need to flap my wings and roam so high&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly I can not be an extra anymore&lt;br /&gt;Let my light shine take away all the shades &lt;br /&gt;and let me shine even if your eyes can't handle it &lt;br /&gt;Let me run free and then I can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fly and when I fly I will fly so high &lt;br /&gt;Let me dream and don't laugh at my dreams they mean a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;Let me cry my tears fall down easily and I'm proud &lt;br /&gt;Don't make me apologize for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Don't take away my accent and don't take away my roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me touch the stars I know I can&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut my wings just because you can&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance if GOd gave you that power&lt;br /&gt;I need to blossom&lt;br /&gt;It's my time not theirs &lt;br /&gt;They have lived Before and it's my first time &lt;br /&gt;Let me fly if I don't fly I die&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too young to die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me taste this sky I feel an angel on my shoulder telling me soon I will fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-7251977852986907304?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7251977852986907304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-me-fly-thats-what-i-was-born-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7251977852986907304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7251977852986907304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-me-fly-thats-what-i-was-born-to-do.html' title='Shahrazad will fly'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-9042316808778549804</id><published>2011-08-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:44:55.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shahrazad rebels</title><content type='html'>No I wont obey and apologize for things I believe are my rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women of EGypt have suffered much&lt;br /&gt;The women of EGypt have said too little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be silent again&lt;br /&gt;No you can not treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be just an object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will die on that hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't just take the drugs to silent my mind&lt;br /&gt;No you can't cut my wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't sit there and wait&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be dragged around&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be treated like I'm less&lt;br /&gt;No I won't just cry in the backround while you blossom&lt;br /&gt;No I do not have to blend with the background &lt;br /&gt;No I do not have to be silent just because I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can speak my mind.     &lt;br /&gt;Yes I can take care of my self and my baby&lt;br /&gt;Just like I carried her for nine months I can also make decisions&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have rights of information&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not a little girl you can lead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will die on that hill&lt;br /&gt;I will not wait for death and the castles in heaven&lt;br /&gt;I can be happy here today if only you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;To live my own life  not the life they think is appropriate&lt;br /&gt;To make my own choices.  &lt;br /&gt;To have my sovereignty so I can blossom.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm not the same anymore because the world is changing and I won't allow them to treat me like my aunt my mother and my grandmother were treated.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will die on that hill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrazad rebels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-9042316808778549804?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9042316808778549804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/shahrazad-rebels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/9042316808778549804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/9042316808778549804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/shahrazad-rebels.html' title='Shahrazad rebels'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8778300090729690194</id><published>2011-08-10T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:23:34.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's nice</title><content type='html'>It's Nice to be able to walk with your baby and to know that all the other cars will protect you not run you over&lt;br /&gt; it's good to be in a country where the police genuinely protect the people where the ambulance actually saves people and is there when needed&lt;br /&gt; where women are not second class citizens &lt;br /&gt;where you can speak your mind and not worry about being arrested&lt;br /&gt; where taking care of your child without having a live in nanny is normal and You won't be judged for actually taking care of your own kid &lt;br /&gt;where you can do things yourself and the food you eat you can trust and tap water is not cancerous but actually good for your teeth and better than bottled water&lt;br /&gt; it's nice to be treated like a human being and thanks to tahrir square it's nice to say ur Egyptian in a country like California &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-8778300090729690194?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8778300090729690194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8778300090729690194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8778300090729690194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-nice.html' title='It&apos;s nice'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5542330036453252660</id><published>2011-08-10T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:58:44.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sovereignty</title><content type='html'>Sovereignty a word I learned lately here in California.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it's what I need to be happy and free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5542330036453252660?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3902233466368806897</id><published>2011-08-07T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T08:29:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mubaraks trial</title><content type='html'>First I was sad for some odd reason to see my x president in a cage&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw his dyed hair &lt;br /&gt;The nose picking&lt;br /&gt;The bed&lt;br /&gt;And I realized it's not that he is on trial &lt;br /&gt;It's that he is in a cage ,on a bed&lt;br /&gt;Too dramatic&lt;br /&gt;Too humiliating &lt;br /&gt;And manipulative for the naive public that is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination went to this:&lt;br /&gt;X president: so what do they want now?&lt;br /&gt;Y: they wanna see you on trial behind bars&lt;br /&gt;X: is it not enough all we have done&lt;br /&gt;Y:this is what it will take for them to calm down&lt;br /&gt;X:after all I have done for them &lt;br /&gt;Y: they have been possessed by an evil power but don't worry we will protect you&lt;br /&gt;X: I am a war hero for GODs sake&lt;br /&gt;Y: we all know but the dogs won't stop barking until you are on trial and it's good for our global image&lt;br /&gt;X: isn't it enough all the chaos that happened since I left don't they see why I held a tight grip on them,the islamists are out and they will take over, anyway I will do it for Egypt but I will be on my bed and I want my sons with me&lt;br /&gt;Y: the bed is a great idea that will get the publics sympathy most people love you&lt;br /&gt;X: I do not care anymore history will prove my innocence &lt;br /&gt;Y:yes sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats  my humble scenario and I think the worst part of it is our judicial system putting people in cages during a trial instead of having &lt;br /&gt;them seated like human beings in their own clothes until proven guilty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3902233466368806897?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3902233466368806897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/mubaraks-trial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3902233466368806897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3902233466368806897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/08/mubaraks-trial.html' title='Mubaraks trial'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8427703222866998502</id><published>2011-07-29T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:15:04.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and words we say</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how kids remember what we say &lt;br /&gt;it shapes them and forms them &lt;br /&gt;We must be careful what kind of statements we say&lt;br /&gt;They are learning 24 /7 from our hidden and obvious messages through our behavior and choices&lt;br /&gt;It's one thing to tell them stuff but we do with our lives teaches them how they should live &lt;br /&gt;They believe everything we say &lt;br /&gt;They have faith in us&lt;br /&gt;They believe in us&lt;br /&gt;The way we punish them teaches them about life &lt;br /&gt;And how they should act in distress&lt;br /&gt;The way we love teaches them about relationships&lt;br /&gt;The way we yell or teach them firmly teaches them about the ways they should act&lt;br /&gt;When we smile they learn to smile&lt;br /&gt;When we look in their eyes  they feel worth while&lt;br /&gt;And when they fall and we are scared they learn about fear &lt;br /&gt;They are mirrors of their caregivers&lt;br /&gt;And everything we say is part of their making and they remember it forever &lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you tell children that's where they learn about life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-8427703222866998502?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8427703222866998502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/kids-and-words-we-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8427703222866998502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8427703222866998502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/kids-and-words-we-say.html' title='Kids and words we say'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-2353967454933960352</id><published>2011-07-28T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T03:53:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan I will miss you when I leave</title><content type='html'>Leaving my people when they need Me the most&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my family in the holy month&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my culture my tradition my religious rituals behind&lt;br /&gt;And  off to the land of freedom where there is Notrace of ramadan or the familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;No tahrir square&lt;br /&gt;No old regime&lt;br /&gt;Where democracy is well established&lt;br /&gt;Where freedom of speech is a practiced right&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all the familiar and crossing the Atlantic to a place that's just perfect&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is here where I'm needed the most here by the beach of my Egypt &lt;br /&gt;Family duty calls a cross of the Atlantic trip but in a time when I'd rather stay and suffer with the ones I love&lt;br /&gt;If I can chose between a clean life away from loved ones &lt;br /&gt;Or a chaotic undemocratic unsafe one with my mother and on my mother land&lt;br /&gt;I choose the messy life with my loved ones &lt;br /&gt;Yes I  complain and at times my heart almost stops from fear&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is here where life started on my land with my people who suffered for ages&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in this dirt and in this place where freedoms are burried&lt;br /&gt;My heart is here where everyone is in your business and in Ramadan friends and family gather&lt;br /&gt;My heart Is here where everyone knows my name at the store and in the coffee shop that we all need so much&lt;br /&gt;My heart is here where I can't breath from pollution &lt;br /&gt;My heart is here where I cant speak my mind and I might be arrested for blogging &lt;br /&gt;My heart is here but I gotta go only for a month I guess! but im leaving at a time when I don't know how it will be when I return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-2353967454933960352?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2353967454933960352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadan-i-will-miss-you-in-california.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2353967454933960352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2353967454933960352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadan-i-will-miss-you-in-california.html' title='Ramadan I will miss you when I leave'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1629428791725535364</id><published>2011-07-26T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T05:37:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>عزبة خيرالله neglected slums behind maadi raise awareness raise money &lt;br /&gt;Tousa Mia t shirt brand profits go to the initiative starting today pls donate money or buy a funky tshirt and help the forgotten people of Egypt tousa mia t shirts are handmade hand painted one of a kind and perfect for the beach and yoga comfy and hippy like only for free people&lt;div 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(tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1287313871850782881</id><published>2011-07-25T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:59:38.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the lights go off</title><content type='html'>When the lights go off and its pitch black  &lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I was paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get up and move to scream for help&lt;br /&gt;But fear made me stay in the box like bed&lt;br /&gt;And I felt like I was dead&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing about the feeling of death is not being able to communicate&lt;br /&gt;With those you love&lt;br /&gt;Like that day in Cairo when the mobile services  were stopped &lt;br /&gt;And the Internet was also stopped by the gov the evil old regime&lt;br /&gt;It was like a mini death we could not reach those we love or speak our mind or use the Internet &lt;br /&gt;Last night I was afraid of death of not being able to say what u wanna say to be stuck in a dark place&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered GOd and I started saying some prayers and it made my heart happy &lt;br /&gt;Remembrance always helps me&lt;br /&gt;الا بذكر الله تطمان القلوب&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1287313871850782881?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1287313871850782881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-lights-go-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a phrase coined by pediatrician William Sears,[1] is a parenting philosophy based on the principles of the attachment theory in developmental psychology. According to attachment theory, the child forms a strong emotional bond with caregivers during childhood with lifelong consequences. Sensitive and emotionally available parenting helps the child to form a secure attachment style which fosters a child's socio-emotional development and well being. Less sensitive and emotionally available parenting or neglect of the child's needs may result in insecure forms of attachment style, which is a risk factor for many mental health problems. In extreme and rare conditions the child may not form an attachment at all and may suffer from reactive attachment disorder as defined in DSM-IV and ICD-10. Principles of attachment parenting aim to increase development of child's secure attachment and decrease insecure attachment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-893133139812989556?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/893133139812989556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/definition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/893133139812989556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/893133139812989556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/definition.html' title='its not spoiling its attachment parenting'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5471744400858132457</id><published>2011-07-24T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:58:53.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revolution mom</title><content type='html'>cetain things must be clear&lt;br /&gt;it is not appreciated that all the passers by decide that i need their advice about parenting&lt;br /&gt;and i did not ask to hear about their story of how they had everything perfect and i should learn&lt;br /&gt;no i wont spoil my baby if i carry her all the time because i think babies cant be spoiled and they need to be held &lt;br /&gt;holding a baby is not wrong a sin or weird especially if the baby is yours&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing wrong with taking care of your own baby&lt;br /&gt;in our crazy culture it is the norm that the nanny does everything and the mom sits and relaxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a time of national stress where we had zero security i think it is legitimate that you hold those you love as much as you want especially if they are tiny and helpless, especially if you worked so hard to get them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it anybodys  buisness if you wanna love your baby, sleep with your baby, hold your baby, or take care of your baby&lt;br /&gt;its not like you are hurting anyone&lt;br /&gt;its called love&lt;br /&gt;is love weird now in Egypt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people give me looks cuz i take her on errands on her sling they say her place is home with her nanny&lt;br /&gt;i disagree and i think im free to be as loving and as attached  as i want&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to babies everyone is an expert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a new mom has to smile and nod&lt;br /&gt;and say i will consider that thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me no i wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its  revolution time and we can be free and speak our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revolution mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5471744400858132457?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5471744400858132457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/revolution-mom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5471744400858132457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt; حكم  ألغابه صعب يكمل &lt;br /&gt;ربنا مش حيسيب حقنا&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;لما يكون في طغيان يطبش بهم و سعتها كله حيبان&lt;br /&gt;اصحاب الحق في الميدان و اناجبان باكل و بنام &lt;br /&gt;همه فكرين ان بجد في امل الدنيا تنظف بجد &lt;br /&gt;                                         بس الفللولي&lt;br /&gt;عجباه كده عايز يعديها و يطنش &lt;br /&gt;  عايز يكمل علي اي كلام مش عايزها بجد تنظف&lt;br /&gt;خائف جبان  &lt;br /&gt;بس أصحابنا في الميدان احلمهم اكبر&lt;br /&gt;أنا  جبانه و مروحتش  بس بحترمهم     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt; خلي الفللولي يقول خربوها اهل الميدان&lt;br /&gt; اصلوا مش عارف مين اللي بيببني و مين اللي بيخرب&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-60067673963890817?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/60067673963890817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/60067673963890817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/60067673963890817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_23.html' title='حلبنتيشي :ازاي  ً أعيش فيكي'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4506812350677271188</id><published>2011-07-23T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:26:13.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont bail on me now</title><content type='html'>she came to me tonight and said the words i did not want to hear&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of running away keep coming to my head&lt;br /&gt;but she came and said dont bail on me now&lt;br /&gt;dont bail on me when i need you the most&lt;br /&gt;you can fix me &lt;br /&gt;stay and fix me they dont need you there&lt;br /&gt;dont bail on me when i need you the most &lt;br /&gt;i thought of safety and how my baby needs it now&lt;br /&gt;my mission now is not patriotic but rather motherly&lt;br /&gt;i have to take care of a tiny person&lt;br /&gt;she said but wht about me?&lt;br /&gt;after all the years of abuse  you will leave too?&lt;br /&gt;i told her i am a coward who loves you to death but loves her baby more&lt;br /&gt;im not giving up on you but loving you has become my heartache &lt;br /&gt;leaving you is like leaving my heart behind i want to fix you but i have a tiny life to protect&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry &lt;br /&gt;im a coward who only hid and fled and left&lt;br /&gt;and now that i am here i keep thinking of another life somewhere safer and more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;somewhere where i can breath&lt;br /&gt;but i will always love you and i will come to your beaches that is if i can make it and leave&lt;br /&gt;your love is ripping me apart&lt;br /&gt;she said if you all leave me now who will fiix me?&lt;br /&gt;if all those who can make a difference leave who will fix me?&lt;br /&gt;i cried in silence as she said dont bail on me now when i need you the most&lt;br /&gt;she said her children died for her and i cant even live in her&lt;br /&gt;i cried in fear and said i am so sorry i am a coward but i do love you&lt;br /&gt;im a coward whether i leave or stay im not in the square &lt;br /&gt;she said in the squRE or NOT DONT BAIL ON ME NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4506812350677271188?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4506812350677271188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-bail-on-me-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4506812350677271188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4506812350677271188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-bail-on-me-now.html' title='dont bail on me now'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-9155602480406506751</id><published>2011-07-21T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T06:04:24.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>قصيدة اختي</title><content type='html'>يا حبيبي ترى ماذا تفعلون&lt;br /&gt;أتحت التراب بعدكم ترقدون؟&lt;br /&gt;أم في السماء احرار تحلقون ؟&lt;br /&gt;أتسمع بكائي ودعائي أم نحن واهمون؟ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;جراحكم أمنها تنزفون ؟ &lt;br /&gt;رصاصهم أباقي في العيون؟ &lt;br /&gt;صرختكم، أبعدكم تهتفون؟ &lt;br /&gt;بلادكم، كيف عنها كنتم تائهون؟ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يا حبيبي &lt;br /&gt;ترثيك الامه&lt;br /&gt;تنعيك الكلمه &lt;br /&gt;تنفيك الكذبه &lt;br /&gt;تحميك الدمعه &lt;br /&gt;من النسيان &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;صبغت شوارع الميدان &lt;br /&gt;بلون يأبى السلوان &lt;br /&gt;شهدت أثار الانسان &lt;br /&gt;أن من قتلك جبان&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خلف السواد إستكان&lt;br /&gt;بالقضاء والقصاص إستهان &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يا حبيبي &lt;br /&gt;أتنام وتنعم في حرير &lt;br /&gt;أيصلك صوتي عبر الأثير &lt;br /&gt;أترى دموعي كيف تسيل &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أقسم لك بسم الام الامومه&lt;br /&gt;بسم يتم الطفوله&lt;br /&gt;بسم حق &lt;br /&gt;أن من قتلك سيقتل و لو بعد حين &lt;br /&gt;و إن أبكموا القضاء&lt;br /&gt;واهدروا القصاص&lt;br /&gt;واجهضوا الحماس&lt;br /&gt;وأن ابدوا الناس&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فلنا إلاه إسمه رب الناس &lt;br /&gt;اللاه الناس &lt;br /&gt;منتقم جبار&lt;br /&gt;لا يرضى ظلم و لا جوار &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يا حبيبي:&lt;br /&gt;تسألني من قتلوك أبلذنب يشعرون؟ &lt;br /&gt;أم هم ذئاب بالدم يرتوون&lt;br /&gt;للنوم كيف يخلدون&lt;br /&gt;ولله كيف سيبعثون؟ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يا حبيبي&lt;br /&gt;تسألني عن هذا التأني السقيم ؟ &lt;br /&gt;عن هذا الريب المشين&lt;br /&gt;عن هذا العذاب اللعين&lt;br /&gt;ولا أجدعندي يقين&lt;br /&gt;أن الذين على العدل قائمين&lt;br /&gt;هم على العدل قائمين&lt;br /&gt;وأن هم على ألحق قاسمين&lt;br /&gt;هاملين اليمين والقسم العظيم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولكن يبقى في قلبي إيمان&lt;br /&gt;بأن للميدان إلة رحمان&lt;br /&gt;يحميه من فوق عنان&lt;br /&gt;هو ألحق العدل الرحمن &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فيا مجلس القضاء&lt;br /&gt;ويا مجلس العلاء&lt;br /&gt;ويا من في الصمت أضعتمونا هباء&lt;br /&gt;بما تفكرون؟ &lt;br /&gt;أن الله بغافل عما تمكرون&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فلتنصروا الحق من أجل الأجيال&lt;br /&gt;كل إلى زوال&lt;br /&gt;شهره جاه ومال&lt;br /&gt;قد كان حبيبي خير رجال&lt;br /&gt;وإلاهي حق وعدل وجمال&lt;br /&gt;فلا تكون اندال&lt;br /&gt;لنا العزه بعد الاذلال&lt;br /&gt;والحق معنا لا مجال&lt;br /&gt;وأن يضيع الدم. هذا محال&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By zaynab m hafez  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-9155602480406506751?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9155602480406506751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/9155602480406506751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/9155602480406506751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='قصيدة اختي'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1349312289013677862</id><published>2011-07-02T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T15:18:28.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>combination not going well for me</title><content type='html'>put together artist cancerian new mother nursing mother too attachment parent and you got yourself a recipe for tears that have no end to start and never stop just by the simplest words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wonder if i went to german school if it would have gave me a stronger facade to face the stones better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not easy being all these things and it certainly brings too much emotion for one human body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhasution from too much emotion is the result&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1349312289013677862?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1349312289013677862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/combination-not-going-well-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1349312289013677862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1349312289013677862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/07/combination-not-going-well-for-me.html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is starting to feel like the thugs are the ruling power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems easy to end this bullshit and hang the thugs that are not commiting crimes for a cause other than spreading fear&lt;br /&gt;and keeping our dear egypt in the chaos zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need a good leader&lt;br /&gt;someone to lead tahrir square &lt;br /&gt;to lead the youth and the counrty to the road of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others had martin luther king, nelson mendela and ghandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is our leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are the police forces and thugs one hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is our leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;egypt is filled with great people will the real leader please stand up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3582358019491928071?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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felsefarat&lt;br /&gt;netremy nestana belsa3at&lt;br /&gt;3alashan passporna akhdar &lt;br /&gt;nestana w neskot wntaty&lt;br /&gt;yes2alouna ray7in leh wm3ana floos felbank ad eh&lt;br /&gt;we7na ray7in netfasa7 wenafa3hom wnetsaya7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ezaher en tamana rehkees&lt;br /&gt;enaharda fsfaret almania &lt;br /&gt;a3at astana zay el kalba el balady &lt;br /&gt;etmanet se3ry yeghla wykaramouny feblad tania&lt;br /&gt;etmanet at3amil zay el amricany &lt;br /&gt;7amat raby en benty 3andaha paspor tany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kont fakra en ba3d el thawra 7ay3amluni a7san fesfaret almania &lt;br /&gt;bs estanet zay el kalba talat sa3at wmen wara beban 7adeed a3at be3ida 3an benty talat sa3at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e7na kelab balady felsefarat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4615545407450039085?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;but its a time for change and i will start with the girl in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5939035748491806528?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5939035748491806528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-hacked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5939035748491806528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5939035748491806528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-hacked.html' title='i was hacked'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8251778794001481034</id><published>2010-11-15T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:59:37.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell lara i love her</title><content type='html'>a little girl i met lately &lt;br /&gt;somehow she knows all the secrets to the world &lt;br /&gt;somehow she knows nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;but in the end she is so beautiful and all i can think f is how God will protect her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is crazy&lt;br /&gt;we try to make sense of it but it is surreal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4743314193911658719</id><published>2010-11-05T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:35:36.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>belly talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TNTl4MKSW_I/AAAAAAAAAho/YKkwa6P5ov8/s1600/images-7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TNTl4MKSW_I/AAAAAAAAAho/YKkwa6P5ov8/s320/images-7.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536302595444988914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it totally fine for men to grow bellies?&lt;br /&gt;big strong men with bellies enough to take twins in!&lt;br /&gt;but once a woman grows a belly there must be a baby inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people look at the pregnant lady like she oozes beauty&lt;br /&gt; while she feels nothing but fat and out of balance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing sexy about being huge!&lt;br /&gt;and fat is not the new thin!&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much you try,&lt;br /&gt; you will gain weight on the scale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indigestion, multiple trips to the bathroom through the night,&lt;br /&gt; nausea and an emotional roller coaster is the price to having heaven at your feet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in egyptian culture and based on islamic teachings it is beleived that heaven is at the mother's feet and i say it better be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is more intorrigated in social occasions like a pregnant lady!&lt;br /&gt;and she elicits many smiles from strangers like she is a cute puppy walking the street!&lt;br /&gt;strangers will touch your stomache like it is their own !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangers will ask you how many months are you? is it a boy or a girl? and what you want to name her?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks they are the first to ask and that you are not tired of answering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one considers that you do not wanna answer because maybe you do not know them enough! &lt;br /&gt;or that you are tired of answering the same set of questions a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pregnant woman is subjected to so many questions in every social occasion and it can be exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks they can judge the name you chose!&lt;br /&gt;and even openly show disgust while you have not asked them if they like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks they can tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt; and that what you are doing is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;and that they know what is best for you and for your child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks you want to hear their horror story of their pregnancy, misscarriage , labor or breast feeding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks you are open like some kind of public property just because you are pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is not enough that you are blowing up, people think you are ready to be told that you gained weight as if you did not know, and they will ask you how many pounds you put on exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while many obese people are left without being judged, the pregnant lady is open to judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the sweet: you are glowing!&lt;br /&gt;people think it is nice to tell you that you look tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do not go asking people for the details of their life but they will come after you if you have a pretruding belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bump into things because your dimensions changed&lt;br /&gt;little things drive you mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being bigger in size is not a feminine journey of fun like many people think! &lt;br /&gt;it is like a practical joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sudednly own a bigger body and live the life of the unattractive!&lt;br /&gt; and i tell you it is no fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;size matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is in your buisness even sales people, they think it is extremely cute &lt;br /&gt;because it is not painful for them and does not make them sick in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone scares you with stories you did not want to hear!&lt;br /&gt;you are stressed because they tell you it is gonna be the hardest thing you will ever go through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many books to read! so much education!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many wrong advice!&lt;br /&gt;so many subjective advice!&lt;br /&gt;so much pressure!&lt;br /&gt;so mush bossing around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this is a group project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like you are the only one on earth like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life as you know it disappears once the crying little one arrives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be scary but it is your story!&lt;br /&gt;you should be comfortable and it is not a public affair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of older aunts should not bombard you, watch you breast feed like a monkey in a cage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they comment on the baby's looks and feel it is their right to say "ugly baby" like it is endearing to say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visits become open! and around the clock! in the egyptian hospitals things are hostile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashlights of cameras of peoples' phones almost blind the poor babies eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millions of extended family members and friends under tons of make up and in high heels storm the room and watch the poor mommy be tired and stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have seen it happen to my dearest friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is no fun at all being the center of attention &lt;br /&gt;when all you want is to run away to a quiet place with your little one&lt;br /&gt; and hide from all the eyes and all the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be tough being a parent&lt;br /&gt; but if the cats can do it and the cave girl did it, so can we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society can be stupid like that! &lt;br /&gt;insensitive like that! &lt;br /&gt;and totally heavy on you and your belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beware pregnant belly you will be everyone's buisness whether you like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;and when the little one comes the endless unasked for advice rains on you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it is a girl, since day one they pray for her good marriage,&lt;br /&gt; talk about pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in egypt everyone waits for the bride to announce her pregnancy&lt;br /&gt; and  they stare at her belly everytime she is seen&lt;br /&gt;even before she is pregnant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she finally becomes with child &lt;br /&gt;she is releived that she will not be asked anymore if she is pregnant or not! &lt;br /&gt;finally no more pressure!  &lt;br /&gt;but so many other questions arise ofcourse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once you have a girl they will say: so when will you try for the boy?&lt;br /&gt;and  once you have the boy they will ask you: &lt;br /&gt;when will you try for the girl ?&lt;br /&gt;and that you gotta start trying because: tick tock tick tock and time is running out! &lt;br /&gt;and it never ends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4743314193911658719?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4743314193911658719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/belly-talk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4743314193911658719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4743314193911658719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/11/belly-talk.html' title='belly talk'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TNTl4MKSW_I/AAAAAAAAAho/YKkwa6P5ov8/s72-c/images-7.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-800142141522168733</id><published>2010-10-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:11:53.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bigger hand to hold on to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TMGo_0jfFCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/0o6ha60_6Aw/s1600/Permanent-Life-Insurance-Policy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TMGo_0jfFCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/0o6ha60_6Aw/s320/Permanent-Life-Insurance-Policy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530887631780385826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in highschool i thought most things were up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as life takes me from ride to ride i realize how much so little is up to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can prepare&lt;br /&gt;think, pracice, give it your best but volcanoes errupt&lt;br /&gt;and bombs explode&lt;br /&gt;the earth shakes from under us and anything can happen at anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are younger you care less&lt;br /&gt;you usually have parents to fear for and worry about most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you do not cling so much to life.&lt;br /&gt;you think it is simple. &lt;br /&gt;and then you keep tying knots with people and hoping they are healthy. &lt;br /&gt;good things happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;you hope you stay here for them.&lt;br /&gt;and that they do not get sick or hit by anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidents scare you.&lt;br /&gt;hospitals bring fear.&lt;br /&gt;funerals are nightmares. &lt;br /&gt;and you carry so much fear &lt;br /&gt;like a backpack or worse like a hunch back.&lt;br /&gt;you walk around with so much worry and love for so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think how did the parents do it?&lt;br /&gt;from labor to graduation to a whole line of different forms of worries. &lt;br /&gt;so much love, so much worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you think positively so good things happen.&lt;br /&gt;but so many bad things happen around you.&lt;br /&gt;so you look around and you try to change your ideas about good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;life is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;but we have a rope to God.&lt;br /&gt;we pray and pray and feel safer some way.&lt;br /&gt;some people do not beleive in that,&lt;br /&gt;they float in space,&lt;br /&gt;let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i need God to know he is on my side &lt;br /&gt;even if things do not go my way&lt;br /&gt;even if he took so many people away&lt;br /&gt;we are all bound to leave anyway&lt;br /&gt;easy to say&lt;br /&gt;but hard to accept&lt;br /&gt;like old age and war and torture things i have no idea why they happen&lt;br /&gt;but they do&lt;br /&gt;along with disease and pain and the unfair circumstances&lt;br /&gt;but along with all the negative&lt;br /&gt;there comes love&lt;br /&gt;miracles&lt;br /&gt;angels&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;bliss &lt;br /&gt;and joy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody has all the answers &lt;br /&gt;we are made of thin threads &lt;br /&gt;even the preachers collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your own wisdom lies inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found strength in 2 things &lt;br /&gt;prayers and leaving my body seeing things from a distance like it is not me&lt;br /&gt;being detached from my own self and even the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;like watiching a movie that i star in &lt;br /&gt;and i am not that affected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you are weak but you are strong&lt;br /&gt;you think you will collapse but they all stood up again&lt;br /&gt;even when they died life went on and their friends laughed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;structure and routine make babies and adults feel safe&lt;br /&gt;prayers too and churches temples and mosques&lt;br /&gt;finding the true self &lt;br /&gt;leaving fear behind&lt;br /&gt;and lots of yoga for me&lt;br /&gt;it is a coping strategy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do express yourself&lt;br /&gt;i read lately that having soups &lt;br /&gt;instead of salads and wearing warm clothes&lt;br /&gt; in the cold weather helps too&lt;br /&gt;so stay warm, eat well, enjoy the times &lt;br /&gt;when things are fine &lt;br /&gt;because they are not meant to stay like that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember God, your angels, your prayers so you do not come praying suddenly out of the wilderness after years of silence. &lt;br /&gt;do not let it be awkward when you ask for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make friends with the maker of the game&lt;br /&gt;mantras too they help so much&lt;br /&gt;and kneeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathing is also a key take long breaths when in stress.&lt;br /&gt;in and out it brings your anxiety down .&lt;br /&gt;fool your body into relaxation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things pass.&lt;br /&gt;even the darkest things pass.&lt;br /&gt;do whatever suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and express yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you are here:&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;life is a hard lesson that we came to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break the code, &lt;br /&gt;befriend the maker of the tests,&lt;br /&gt; be smart, relax and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and give because  it all comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all need a bigger hand to hold on to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-800142141522168733?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/800142141522168733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/10/express-yourself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/800142141522168733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/800142141522168733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/10/express-yourself.html' title='a bigger hand to hold on to'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TMGo_0jfFCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/0o6ha60_6Aw/s72-c/Permanent-Life-Insurance-Policy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1921582746379063968</id><published>2010-10-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:44:47.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who can breathe in cairo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TL8msFn70hI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iaPKaSXEOf4/s1600/Silent_breath_by_Zindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TL8msFn70hI/AAAAAAAAAhY/iaPKaSXEOf4/s320/Silent_breath_by_Zindy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530181406300033554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathing is a basic right to life&lt;br /&gt;a must for life&lt;br /&gt;life is breath &lt;br /&gt;and for you to breathe you need air &lt;br /&gt;not black fumes, but fresh clean air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why we egyptians like to travel &lt;br /&gt;we are all crammed up in cairo and lately i could not breathe in cairo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is not the exhaust from the cars it is your smoker friend or relative puffing in your face&lt;br /&gt;all day and night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to choose between loneliness and being antisocial and left out or breathing &lt;br /&gt;off their puffs,  second hand smokers have more friends and smokers have the most friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you are either breathing fresh air alone or coughing with the people you love&lt;br /&gt;many have just started smoking too to escape the dilemma &lt;br /&gt;and many have gotten so accustomed to second hand smoking they have no idea what i am talking about and that is just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to go out to a cool place at night &lt;br /&gt;you have to get your whole system used to the smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamarai is a killer &lt;br /&gt;the cairo jazz club although has live music is a near death experience for me&lt;br /&gt;and la bodega is well ventilated so you can breathe more there&lt;br /&gt;but you have to get used to going home with hair and clothes that smell like an ashtray wherever you go at night&lt;br /&gt;and you have to get used to the smoke to have a social life in cairo&lt;br /&gt;to go for coffee even &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mohandseen cilantro is a walk into suffocation &lt;br /&gt;i made the mistake of going in once, i had to cover my nose and mouth to buy my coffee and i had to run out&lt;br /&gt;i am not exaggerating its not even funny anymore&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;however there is hope&lt;br /&gt;i come with good news finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; beonos the once smoke filled cafe with a few non smoking tables has dedicated the first floor which is the best floor to non smokers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and i congratulate them for that, finally going back to cairo i will find a place for coffee without coughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in addition to great coffee and sun light you can also breathe there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zamalek costa is a bubble of smoke for the exception of two tables who are cornered and suffocated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always tend to give the non smokers the worst tables everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we travel we book tickets and we go to a different continent sometimes just to be able to do one basic thing: breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to breathe thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1921582746379063968?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1921582746379063968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-can-breathe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1921582746379063968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1921582746379063968'/><link rel='alternate' 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stomp your feet as you walk with a nose stuck so high&lt;br /&gt;if God loves you he will bring your nose to the floor&lt;br /&gt;that is what he did to me and i felt that if he did not care he would have left me proud and stupid &lt;br /&gt;but God tests those he loves reminds them that nothing is up to them&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the message was clear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;you are not that strong&lt;br /&gt;do not be so proud &lt;br /&gt;do not step on the earth so heavily&lt;br /&gt;because out of the blues anything can happen &lt;br /&gt;things that you thought would only happen to others&lt;br /&gt;things that pull you so close to God when you pray and beg&lt;br /&gt;when you kneel and ask&lt;br /&gt;you let your guard down you lose your crown&lt;br /&gt;remember God &lt;br /&gt;you are nothing without him&lt;br /&gt;you need him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is like that when you drift he pulls you close with a problem and you become one in a remembrance &lt;br /&gt;in a prayer in the thought of the nothingness that is you&lt;br /&gt;and you forget all the stupid things and you become swallowed by a problem &lt;br /&gt;a problem that if solved days will pass peacefully again&lt;br /&gt;and you promise not to drift again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in problems we look for lessons to learn&lt;br /&gt;every problem is a lesson and a thing to learn by the great teacher with a harsh sense of humor : life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you are all that&lt;br /&gt;now take that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you are unlucky God will not test you at all &lt;br /&gt;if you are proud and arrogant and unlucky he will leave things to go your way every day and for that you will feel so in-control&lt;br /&gt;so powerful like things are up to you&lt;br /&gt;this person might never have to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank God we were chosen to be tested, to be pulled closer again &lt;br /&gt;in order to remember &lt;br /&gt;because we always forget &lt;br /&gt;how small we are&lt;br /&gt;how helpless we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this life i realized i am nothing without him&lt;br /&gt;i need his help in every step&lt;br /&gt;and for that i hope i will always remember to call his name&lt;br /&gt;and the names of his prophets and the names of his angels&lt;br /&gt;i need all their help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life there are no coincidences  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get too arrogant so that the pull back does not shatter your world and bring you underground&lt;br /&gt;dont drift too far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how small we are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-6876434879741738303?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6876434879741738303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-oh-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6876434879741738303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6876434879741738303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-oh-life.html' title='life oh life'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-7073730804394787723</id><published>2010-09-22T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T02:55:19.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not a piece of meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJnPKAguNJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MRi5yGeWcbQ/s1600/lady-gaga-vmas-meat_09,10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJnPKAguNJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MRi5yGeWcbQ/s320/lady-gaga-vmas-meat_09,10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519670589162140818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is in your buisness in cairo&lt;br /&gt;that is why so many people left&lt;br /&gt;and you can not walk the streets for pleasure or even for excersice &lt;br /&gt;because the sidewalks are crooked and breathing the fumes of the cars is no fun&lt;br /&gt;you find yourself tired after one errand&lt;br /&gt;you find your self hiding away&lt;br /&gt;afraid to show up like this or like that because of all the things the people will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has to comment about everything and we are the masters of misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;you say one thing and you get a phone call to make it clear you meant the thing and not the opposite &lt;br /&gt;and in the end you have to apologize anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep quiet i say&lt;br /&gt;talk in general terms&lt;br /&gt;and stay away from zamalek when the famous soccer teams in cairo play&lt;br /&gt;cars are broken! so much frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be robbed! but it is usually safe&lt;br /&gt;you can be sent to jail if you speak up too loud&lt;br /&gt;avoid religious, ppolitical or sexual talks in any gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be told to shut up  by family and friends&lt;br /&gt;and you will be told to keep it down if you are a blogger like me&lt;br /&gt;revealing so much, even about ideas, broad ideas, is not acceptable in the elite social scene&lt;br /&gt; any sort of artist must tone it down a bit hold it back think a million times and consider the opinions of aunt x&lt;br /&gt;and uncle z because poker faces are perfect for the princes and princesses of the social scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some arts are not acceptable like dancing and singing and acting&lt;br /&gt;you must come from a very liberal confident family if you decide to take that path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will always be judged for what ever you do or say&lt;br /&gt;and the less arabic you speak the better it is for your prestige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do have a few famous sluts roaming the social scene&lt;br /&gt;they do not care what people say they gave up their reputation and they do not want women for friends&lt;br /&gt;some make spells with real magic and some reveal too much meat to meet the taste of the egyptian man who likes to see wiggling flesh&lt;br /&gt;ewww&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, the men marry the non sluts and like to stare at the slutty ones&lt;br /&gt;the men make their wives or girlfriends cover up and at the outings drool at the women with the least clothes who walks and talks like she is nothing but an object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;egyptian traditons allow men to stare at other women, laugh hysterically, drool a little and then make cheap jokes forever, and egyptian traditions expect wives to smile and go along with the jokes because heaven forbid that she is thought to be of the jelous type or worse not cool, or worse not enjoying being humilated and ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical egyptian men reach their worse when they travel to a party alive country, they want to visit bars and stare more and laugh more with their married friends, laughing i think becomes a hysterical nervous reaction to hot women in general or anything female that moves. and if staring is all they do the women are lucky because when abroad the rules  usually vanish and marriage certificates only work within a country's boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women are not allowed to recopricate the men's ways. to stare at pretty men, comment and drool or make their husbands look like fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are also expected to dress like nuns and talk and walk with respect and keep their limits of the friendly touches is the common norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing men do not realize is that the slutty ways are the easiest thing and any woman can turn on the red light and seduce any male she wants to seduce, but those who seduce any moving man and delete the brainy mode are usually more desirable in the male psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady gaga would be laughed at in the egyptian singing world if she was born egyptian&lt;br /&gt;because she is not displaying herself as a sexy cute object for the man to admire&lt;br /&gt;she is strong&lt;br /&gt;larger than life and she does not care&lt;br /&gt;my friends thought she wore the meat outfit to say that she does not mind that people view her as a piece of meat&lt;br /&gt;while actually she said the opposite&lt;br /&gt;she wore the meat as a statement that she is not a piece of meat&lt;br /&gt;seeing her sing with so much strength and talent you would know she would never say so&lt;br /&gt;she is strong and she does not care what they think &lt;br /&gt;like all the great artists&lt;br /&gt;it is not so bad to be weird after all&lt;br /&gt;nobody asks her why she she is not the clone of every other girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why she is not from here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-7073730804394787723?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7073730804394787723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-piece-of-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7073730804394787723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7073730804394787723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-piece-of-meat.html' title='not a piece of meat'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJnPKAguNJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MRi5yGeWcbQ/s72-c/lady-gaga-vmas-meat_09,10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-479494336096678345</id><published>2010-09-19T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:58:11.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr please care about me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJYPFPmoHzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/LTTMVbKI0hE/s1600/images-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJYPFPmoHzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/LTTMVbKI0hE/s320/images-4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518614976151428914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to watch grey's anatomy thinking it will make me stronger but it almost killed me with all the drama&lt;br /&gt;i realized if every time it feels like dying seeing the characters suffer on the hospital beds then this is not entertainment &lt;br /&gt;its more like sadism. knowing that i might be sick in other ways but not in a way that enjoy my own torture i decided no more Grey's Anatomy for me after all they do warn before certain movies that sensitive viewers can not handle it, so i'm no freak they even labeled me and warned me. so I am a sensitive viewer! yay! i have an excuse and not just that im a sensitive listener too so do not just throw on me a horror story, and yes my stomach is sensitive too so i can not eat the fried onions on your dinner table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand im a sensitive friend, family member, lover and all so you can guarantee a high degree of sensitivity when i'm dealing with you it will be with great care and i will make you feel good about yourself, i will make you laugh too and i will see all your beauty that some people failed to see. i won't ask you too many questions because i know interrogation is not socializing, although recently i have become the victim to the curiosities of everyone, so many questions are dropped on my head and i have no time to answer the friendly nosy strangers who think friendly means information rape in a limited time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people take away everything from you all sorts of information and leave you drained, they want to know everything about you and your family and you are caught off guard so you answer before you think and then you realize you could have resisted all these questions and refrained from answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dates, names, places, and prices too. where did you get this and for how much? and even more intimate questions and you become a victim and before revenge they disappear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but beyond all these simple annoyances there is someone in the society of cairo who is more powerful than the rest of us. our lives are in his hands, he can ask any question, he can say anything, and he can scare you to death and make you feel safe. you trust him blindly and he can literally kill you or give you life again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the doctor, the man who has all the power on earth after God. most Egyptian doctors compete in having their clinics as crowded as possible. the more vulnerable patients sitting and waiting helplessly for hours the bigger his prestige. and he is the big star behind the desk he goes in and the extras like the nurses and the staff run around like bees to get things ready. His phone is always ringing and based on so many things will he answer you or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smart egyptians always befriend a dr. he will be the most important person in your family's life so kissing ass is mandatory. pediatrics suffer from phobic parents and become more important than siblings on your mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;but there is something different about the doctors in Egypt something like a halo around their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is because very few are actually good and there are so many drs out there waiting to be recognized and so many graduates who have no chance. but those who made it into the lime light are stars of the society because we need them so much and they know how valuable they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are different styles: there is the keep it simple all will be good and happy dr.&lt;br /&gt;there is the dr who makes you take  millions of tests and makes you think a cough is just as bad as aids so he or she scare you to death until each result and you feel like they just saved your life each time.&lt;br /&gt;there is also the medicine giver who can stuff you with all sorts of medications to make your symptom go away and does not care if the side effects kill you.&lt;br /&gt;there is also the arrogant "im a god dr" who confused his power of saving lives with God's power and he treats you from above like you are a piece of shit and all your worries and questions are so stupid like you and that you are so ignorant because you are not a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the smart people always befriend the doctor keep him close make him care, because most doctors anticipate any chance for surgery so the one who knows you too well wont jump to the chance to cut you open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hope you are not just a number to them that they care for you.&lt;br /&gt;they are mostly good people and if you find a doctor you trust do not let him go ever because he or she will save you.&lt;br /&gt;make them love you, try to be special, do not bore them.&lt;br /&gt;in cairo patients are at a competition to be loved and the more doctors friends you have the safer you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in California a stranger doctor made me feel more human than the best of my friends, he did not scare me, he did not tell me personal stories of other patients, something i have no idea why doctors do, i thought there was a confidentiality oath, they think they are entertaining you, what they do not know is that entertainment is jim carrey's job and secrecy is supposed to be theirs,  in most civilized places drs do not tell you the secret tragedies of other patients whom you know due to the tiny social circle we all run in. and being a patient and not a scientist all you care about is your case or the positive results that someone with your symptoms have after being cured and please no names required here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most emotionally damaging is: the your case is serious and i will leave you to think your life is over until i decide its time you know you have a chance to live, when you are actually fine approach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is worse here is the jealousy between doctors each doctor has to laugh a little at the other doctor's style and politely belittle him by saying dr.x is my student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a huge mess in cairo, and when you go to the states you find them asking you for totally different things and they see things so differently there. what you thought was an incurable disease they probably know about and have the answer to and they will not make you feel stupid or that you are less human because you are not a doctor. and in most cases they will be astonished at all the medications you have been taking, things they introduce as a last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you will be in a clean place feeling safe and knowing that you do not need to be their friend for them to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;and that there is no hidden agendas and who your dad is does not matter to them, and who you know will also not make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never did i know the importance of being a doctor, knowing a good doctor, and why the traditional egyptian family wants their son to be a doctor, like i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God why did you not make me a good doctor?&lt;br /&gt;now being an artist seems like such a trivial job or thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;while they save lives i paint canvases only.&lt;br /&gt;while i can not watch Grey's anatomy they live in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all due respect to Egyptian doctors, they all have their amazing points of strength but certainly something is wrong and needs to be at least mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i visit an egyptian doctor i want to say: doctor, please care about me i am not just a number!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-479494336096678345?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/479494336096678345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/dr-please-care-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/479494336096678345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/479494336096678345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/dr-please-care-about-me.html' title='Dr please care about me!'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJYPFPmoHzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/LTTMVbKI0hE/s72-c/images-4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4403344358005861773</id><published>2010-09-18T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T05:52:53.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from Cairo Ramadan to Lausanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJSa-iG6NTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bjD2pg0Chus/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJSa-iG6NTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bjD2pg0Chus/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518205842534053170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriving to this cozy cute little airport of theirs was so comforting&lt;br /&gt;it is small, unthreatening, and endearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing Lausanne after Ramadan in Cairo i thought i must have died and went to heaven&lt;br /&gt;every scene is postcard beauty material&lt;br /&gt;the level of peace there is surreal&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i came from another planet&lt;br /&gt;in this part of Switzerland where they squeak in french rather than speak, &lt;br /&gt;where they sing in high pitch voices saying bonjour at every corner instead of speaking like the rest of us&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was belle from beauty and the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the frequency that Lausanne vibrates with is higher than any other&lt;br /&gt;people are floating not walking&lt;br /&gt;the quiet could be felt from the earth &lt;br /&gt;any silence anywhere else could never compare &lt;br /&gt;in Lausanne you arrive and suddenly you feel so much peace that you want to be quiet &lt;br /&gt;and you wonder why you made so much noise in your life before Lausanne.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it is a picture perfect place&lt;br /&gt;like a still life painting that is too pretty that you do not want to believe it&lt;br /&gt;How often does an amazing lake find a place before the mountains? &lt;br /&gt;how often do birds fly so peacefully and air is so fresh and crisp all you want to do is breathe&lt;br /&gt;nobody is loud in Lausanne &lt;br /&gt;people are different there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly dressed in beiges and whites the few locals have some how agreed that these colors are best&lt;br /&gt;A zen feeling fills the place&lt;br /&gt;if you are aware you feel a great spiritual vibe too &lt;br /&gt;a practical, simple, a higher frquency to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a place you go to and you feel like its good to be alive&lt;br /&gt;and that you want to live&lt;br /&gt;i look around me as i walk and i see old people in groups &lt;br /&gt;walking eating movenpick ice-cream &lt;br /&gt;people have the will to grow old in Lausanne&lt;br /&gt;Life is worth living in a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded with so much beauty why not live more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every tree is a masterpiece with a different print on the trunk and a majestic peaceful feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;Trees look happier and wiser there, something like the nature in the avatar movie is what I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waters of the lake are not like any other, from the boat I could see the sun's reflection making it glitter and glow like a diamond. Being there you feel lucky and you want to shut everyone up and ask are you guys kidding? Is this beauty normal? Who gets used to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends who live there said the perfection here gets boring after a while&lt;br /&gt;i would not know&lt;br /&gt;but the chaos and lack of oxygen here in Cairo also gets boring&lt;br /&gt;In a place like Lausanne someone coming from Cairo would blossom like a flower that needed water and sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;I did not want to miss one breath and I could feel my skin glow without the grey layer of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swiss are so clean and it's not because they have more soap, it is because the whole country is glittering in perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Even the little blonde kids are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Babies and children there are a joy to watch.&lt;br /&gt;other than the fact that they are adorable and naturally cute they behave so differently than my local kids from Cairo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given them so much beauty in Lausanne&lt;br /&gt;in the nature, in the people and the children too&lt;br /&gt;perfect little creatures silently politely existing to make the lives of their parents more joyful&lt;br /&gt;I searched the place with my bare eyes and no, no there are no nannies from the Philippines and the poorest countries of Africa   running around insane little monsters like in Cairo. Kids sit like normal human beings with their parents quietly and in the most civil ways, they are a joy to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started getting flashbacks of my summer in the egyptian northcoast where each mommy has a nanny and each child is a scare to watch or handle. Each child has a walking paid adult running after them following their every move and meeting their every wish or command. The children at haciendas are spoiled beyond measure and the Philippines and Nigeria and Ethiopia have found a new colony in cairo's rich homes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nannies have no authorities over the kids and the kids run around like monsters making it seem like parenting is a stupid choice if the outcome would be kids who are impossible to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat through a friendly lecture in Lausanne and in the room was a mom and her daughter who is a  two year old girl who is prettier than your dreams can picture or imagine and cuter than kittens and puppies in their first weeks of life, the girl sat through an one hour lecture that i fidgeted through. she sat quietly and peacefully and i was in shock. i looked beside me and another mom was there with her five week baby born sleeping in a wrap, the baby slept in peace on her stomach and heart, reminded by his position in the womb the baby was quiet and peaceful. i look to my left and another baby slept in peace through out the lecture and suddenly it dawned on me the Cairo way of parenting is not the only Way! life is not over if you become a parent, and children do not have to be the monsters we see screaming and acting insane. i wondered if it was nature or nurture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the lunch break the little girl ate by her self with no noise or  fuss she sat on her dad's lap and chewed peacefully. They sat at our table so I thought it would be my chance to ask the heroic mommy how she does it, and how her toddler acts like a sane blessing not a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked her if it was genetics or something they did so well. the mommy answered me with what i realized is the answer to every mom in the world who has no clue how parents can make it without a nanny to rely on and a little monster to keep distracted away.  she said she read a book called "THE BABY WHISPERER" and ladies and gentlemen this is the answer to all the problems of parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom told me its all about structure and keeping a strict routine of eating sleeping and activity. In the book the author calls it e.a.s.y; EAT, ACTIVITY, SLEEP,AND YOU TIME. She said babies love routines and structure and she got up to take the lovely little girl of hers to sleep, in the middle of the lunch she had to leave the social scene and attend to the structure and routine of the baby girl that keeps her so peaceful and a joy to be around. i wanted to tattoo the words "THE BABY WHISPERER"  on my forehead for my future in parenthood to be safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promised myself to read this apparently amazing book before bringing a lost child into the world and not to leave my child to become another monster in the world who walks with a poor nanny behind him or her and not to bring more misery to my country by having another spoiled brat who adds to the noise pollution and makes everyone else uncomfortable. So help me God!&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse everyone needs help and affording help is a blessing but the way the elite of Egypt do it is not in anyway normal. seeing the angel that is the little girl act the way she did you would understand what i mean and how it is so not normal what is happening in my cairo with the socially fortunate parents and their  little monsters who are left to the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ramadan to Lausanne it really felt like I was a good girl during ramadan so God took me to heaven to see how wonderful things could be .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4403344358005861773?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4403344358005861773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-ramadan-to-lausanne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4403344358005861773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4403344358005861773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-ramadan-to-lausanne.html' title='from Cairo Ramadan to Lausanne'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TJSa-iG6NTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bjD2pg0Chus/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1808455740013387603</id><published>2010-09-01T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:25:14.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From God : to us ( on fasting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH6LvTspiqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ExU-yiFFaeg/s1600/Unknown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH6LvTspiqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ExU-yiFFaeg/s320/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511996638805723810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah’s Messenger (sallaAllahu alayhe wasallam) said: “Allah said: “Every good deed performed by son of Adam is a credit for him but fasting is exclusively Mine and I give reward for it. Fasting is a shield against sins. Therefore, when any of you is fasting he should neither indulge in obscene language nor raise the voice. If anyone abuses him or quarrels with him, he should say: I am fasting. By Him in Whose Hand is Muhammad’s soul! The smell coming out of the mouth of a person fasting is more pleasant to Allah than the smell of musk. And he who fasts has two occasions of joy. One is when he breaks the fast, and the second is when he meets his Lord.”" (This Hadith is sound and reported by Bukhari and Muslim)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1808455740013387603?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1808455740013387603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-god-to-us-on-fasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1808455740013387603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1808455740013387603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-god-to-us-on-fasting.html' title='From God : to us ( on fasting)'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH6LvTspiqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ExU-yiFFaeg/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5755822963214359032</id><published>2010-09-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:26:43.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from our beloved prophet to us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH6MT4qOuqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/A8uVlXM4rEA/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH6MT4qOuqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/A8uVlXM4rEA/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511997267202980514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him addressed his companions on the last day of Sha`ban, saying, "Oh people! A great month has come over you; a blessed month; a month in which is a night better than a thousand months; month in which Allah has made it compulsory upon you to fast by day, and voluntary to pray by night. Whoever draws nearer (to Allah) by performing any of the (optional) good deeds in (this month) shall receive the same reward as performing an obligatory deed at any other time, and whoever discharges an obligatory deed in (this month) shall receive the reward of performing seventy obligations at any other time. It is the month of patience, and the reward of patience is Heaven. It is the month of charity, and a month in which a believer's sustenance is increased. Whoever gives food to a fasting person to break his fast, shall have his sins forgiven, and he will be saved from the Fire of Hell, and he shall have the same reward as the fasting person, without his reward being diminished at all."Narrated by Ibn Khuzaymah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5755822963214359032?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5755822963214359032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-our-beloved-prophet-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5755822963214359032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5755822963214359032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-our-beloved-prophet-to-us.html' title='from our beloved prophet to us'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH6MT4qOuqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/A8uVlXM4rEA/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4750092844712609251</id><published>2010-09-01T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:04:06.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this city this month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH5iUpsJvdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/s8a66q6rZVY/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH5iUpsJvdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/s8a66q6rZVY/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511951100876013010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cairo is my home&lt;br /&gt;i keep saying it but i want to say it more&lt;br /&gt;even if we know for sure and it is fact that so many other places are way better than this city&lt;br /&gt;i still want to live in this capital or 20 minutes away no more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feed on this chaos here&lt;br /&gt;i wish for it to be solved of course&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can fix it all &lt;br /&gt;but then again im happy here&lt;br /&gt;and coming from the beautiful beach and fresh air i missed the place i call home&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go back so bad and itched for this place&lt;br /&gt;ramadan has a lot to do with it&lt;br /&gt;i love ramadan in cairo&lt;br /&gt;nothing like it, nothing can compare&lt;br /&gt;maybe in mecca it would be even more amazing but i would want some time in cairo too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so lucky i grew up here and the traditions were engraved in me&lt;br /&gt;its so important to grow up doing something &lt;br /&gt;and to be around those who do it to&lt;br /&gt;for it to stick like a norm&lt;br /&gt;and then you grow up to love and miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cairo is my home&lt;br /&gt;ramadan is time to polish the heart&lt;br /&gt;to take a break&lt;br /&gt;to take the shallow world out of our hearts and bring on the light of God&lt;br /&gt;it is time to pray to love to fast to eat to think and to connect&lt;br /&gt;to visit family and friends to feel at one&lt;br /&gt;something unites us and it is magical how a city eats at the same time and fasts at the same time&lt;br /&gt;and rushes to do good at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cairo i love you&lt;br /&gt;ramadan you are leaving so fast again&lt;br /&gt;i love all of those who fasted together and ate together&lt;br /&gt;i love the quiet streets and the sound of the call of prayer&lt;br /&gt;i love it here and i wish to always be here in this holy month&lt;br /&gt;no other place can compare&lt;br /&gt;here the angels spread in ramadan and the devils are chained through the month&lt;br /&gt;so what ever sins we sin are from our own selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nothing is like a holy month in a great city like this&lt;br /&gt;polish your heart and awaken it wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;its time to see things clearly now&lt;br /&gt;there is no better time reach for higher places&lt;br /&gt;beyond the small world here&lt;br /&gt;now gates are open for prayers&lt;br /&gt;now angels fill our homes and streets&lt;br /&gt;now everyone who is aware can feel the higher frequency&lt;br /&gt;but it is a choice to be lazy and waste this time or to capture the light while it floods the earth and our souls&lt;br /&gt;be thankful for being at a place that respects this time&lt;br /&gt;you could have been somewhere else where nobody cares that its ramadan and holding on  is like holding on to coal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever you are, wherever you are it is a special time&lt;br /&gt;it's our christmas, and glittering streets sing in joy&lt;br /&gt;hearts are kinder&lt;br /&gt;stomaches are empty&lt;br /&gt;souls are purified &lt;br /&gt;nights are not meant for sleep anymore, they're meant for prayers and those who want to repent&lt;br /&gt;don't miss out on the great things that are happening &lt;br /&gt;get to know your angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mercy is the theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this city, this month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4750092844712609251?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4750092844712609251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-city-this-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4750092844712609251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4750092844712609251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-city-this-month.html' title='this city this month'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TH5iUpsJvdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/s8a66q6rZVY/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5401051946189451579</id><published>2010-08-21T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:55:47.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aUgust in RAmadan</title><content type='html'>This year august meets ramadan&lt;br /&gt;Hottest days meet our hungriest hours&lt;br /&gt;Thirst and sweat combine&lt;br /&gt;A.c becomes the most important member of each family and each house&lt;br /&gt;Beaches abandoned &lt;br /&gt;Beach houses resided in&lt;br /&gt;Some lay all day trying to make it&lt;br /&gt;Some hide in their summer homes with their kids&lt;br /&gt;Some still go to work in Cairo &lt;br /&gt;They suffer the traffic and the heat&lt;br /&gt;Some swim inside their pools &lt;br /&gt;Some melt with no electricity&lt;br /&gt;Some read religious scriptures all night and pray&lt;br /&gt;Some fast and hibernate&lt;br /&gt;Some make the most of social events out of it&lt;br /&gt;And invite as many people as they can&lt;br /&gt;Some eat each day at a different friends house&lt;br /&gt;Some are glued to the tv day and night&lt;br /&gt;Some play games until dawn and sleep until the sunsets&lt;br /&gt;Some fast, eat , pray, watch tv and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But best thing about Ramadan in egypt is that we are all in it together&lt;br /&gt;And it's not to be ignored&lt;br /&gt;It's to be respected&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the soul and body to rest&lt;br /&gt;It's time to slow down&lt;br /&gt;It's time for GOd&lt;br /&gt;It's Ramadan in egypt and it's a very special time&lt;br /&gt;Although it's hot&lt;br /&gt;Although it's august &lt;br /&gt;Although it's hard&lt;br /&gt;It's still Ramadan a time to respect our core&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5401051946189451579?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5401051946189451579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5401051946189451579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5401051946189451579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadan.html' title='aUgust in RAmadan'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-2929731929342717195</id><published>2010-08-19T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T04:29:45.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger and fire</title><content type='html'>In my heart anger builds like fire it takes time to burn only me and then fade away leaving me with ashes&lt;br /&gt;I always turn to water and the soothing shower&lt;br /&gt;Contact with people no matter how dear is a recipe for arguments and trouble&lt;br /&gt;But then again nobody likes to be lonely &lt;br /&gt;Even those who act like it's their choice&lt;br /&gt;It might be true for awhile but humanity needs the warmth and comfort of sharing to survive&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not six families under one roof but people need to connect that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;In Egypt mobile phones are best sellers&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has one&lt;br /&gt;Even the hungry or the unemployed man&lt;br /&gt;And smoking is the culture &lt;br /&gt;Everyone is lighting fire to their lungs &lt;br /&gt;So much anger and self destruction&lt;br /&gt;People smoke everywhere from elevators to hospitals they do&lt;br /&gt;In your face in coffee shops they puff the smoke&lt;br /&gt;And anywhere you go indoors you will come home smelling like an ashtray&lt;br /&gt;I had to make the choice: become an outcast &lt;br /&gt;Lonely and left behind or a second hand smoker&lt;br /&gt;The only reason people react positively to your annoyance to smoke and inability to breathe is if you are with child other than that you leave the table&lt;br /&gt;Shishas and cigarettes are the social life here in Egypt and if you do not know how to cope you are not part of the crowd &lt;br /&gt;The non smokers feel guilty for their desires for a healthier place to sit and breathe and the sensitive smokers who walk away to smoke and come back barely exist&lt;br /&gt;I know only one person like that&lt;br /&gt;But it is considered rude to ask someone not to smoke next to you if you do not have a serious medical condition you should be silent and enjoy their puffs in your face like you were meant to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the different ringtones of mobile phones and people having their conversations in the middle of your lunch or outing interrupting everything will drive you mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire builds burns and rests &lt;br /&gt;With water you can help it turn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice always jump in the shower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-2929731929342717195?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2929731929342717195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/anger-and-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2929731929342717195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2929731929342717195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/anger-and-fire.html' title='Anger and fire'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1721910229066680284</id><published>2010-08-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:42:38.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster</title><content type='html'>We always want what is far and when we get it we start wanting something else&lt;br /&gt;The same thing we wished for can start creating our own misery&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we have no idea what we want&lt;br /&gt;Many times we have no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about those people we travel miles and miles to see and realize we can't stand after awhile&lt;br /&gt;So many misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;Words twisted in minds creating unwanted wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance it's a picture perfect portrait&lt;br /&gt;You get closer and you see all the faults all the hidden wounds&lt;br /&gt;All the spoken and unspoken things we hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so complicated so many layers to us &lt;br /&gt;We change every day our cells change our minds change our hearts twist and turn and what we were dying to have &lt;br /&gt;Loses meaning after a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I love you when said too much loses meaning and taste&lt;br /&gt;Even the kisses when practiced with no passion can be a chore between families and friends &lt;br /&gt;Even lovers are bored time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need time alone &lt;br /&gt;Too much contact is friction&lt;br /&gt;What about the mothers and fathers how do they manage with zero self time&lt;br /&gt;If they can't afford it it's no choice&lt;br /&gt;But I have seen it up close even parents need a break from the apples of their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Those kids they've wanted so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say be thankful&lt;br /&gt;But you never thank unless you are about to lose &lt;br /&gt;We never see until we are bumped so hard&lt;br /&gt;Then we learn the lessons of how spoiled we were&lt;br /&gt;And time makes things look sweeter after awhile&lt;br /&gt;We always think we were happier at a previous time&lt;br /&gt;Well most of the time &lt;br /&gt;nostalgic we become because we delete the troubles to make it seem lovely in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days I have realized the agony is the same &lt;br /&gt;This life is no merry go round&lt;br /&gt;It is a roller coaster that you bought the ticket for and stood in line&lt;br /&gt;You know you will scream and they will turn you upside down&lt;br /&gt;Your world will shake your heart will skip a beat and at times the ride will be slow and boring right before the big rush of the twist and the turn&lt;br /&gt;You know about the &lt;br /&gt;The speed and the adrenaline rush you know about the shock of the sudden change of path&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; after awhile you think you know the pattern when the big shocking move happens they give you time to slow down &lt;br /&gt;You leave it either laughing and entertained because you have bravery and a strong heart Or like me at the end of the ride with weak knees and a heart that can't stop pounding&lt;br /&gt;With some hairs that turned white on your head&lt;br /&gt;With disbelief and so many questions about why we do that to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Why do we stand in line for fear and speed and shock?&lt;br /&gt;Well we all chose to buy the ticket before we came to the line&lt;br /&gt;We all stood by choice &lt;br /&gt;Even the little kids do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the ride is no fun when its so dangerous like that&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer a walk In the park or the simple merry go round but the people you love take you to places you did not want to go&lt;br /&gt;For love you trust that even though you will be upside down the seat will keep you from falling&lt;br /&gt;When you think you  are dead it will still be ok because so many people died before and others still stand in line and buy the tickets too knowing it will be over&lt;br /&gt;No one stays in the seat when the other people come to ride &lt;br /&gt;Nobody says they will stay forever on the ride&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can &lt;br /&gt;They won't let you&lt;br /&gt;So fear it or enjoy it , it be over soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1721910229066680284?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1721910229066680284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Biology 103&lt;br /&gt;2002 First Paper&lt;br /&gt;On Serendip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Health Benefits of Fasting&lt;br /&gt;Will Carroll&lt;br /&gt;There has been much contention in the scientific field about whether or not fasting is beneficial to one's health. Fasting is an integral part of many of the major religions including Islam, Judaism and Christianity. Many are dubious as to whether the physiological effects are as beneficial as the spiritual promoted by these religions. There is a significant community of alternative healers who believe that fasting can do wonders for the human body. This paper will look at the arguments presented by these healers in an attempt to raise awareness of the possible physiological benefits that may result from fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting technically commences within the first twelve to twenty-four hours of the fast. A fast does not chemically begin until the carbohydrate stores in the body begin to be used as an energy source. The fast will continue as long as fat and carbohydrate stores are used for energy, as opposed to protein stores. Once protein stores begin to be depleted for energy (resulting in loss of muscle mass) a person is technically starving. (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefits of fasting must be preceded by a look at the body's progression when deprived of food. Due to the lack of incoming energy, the body must turn to its own resources, a function called autolysis. (2) Autolysis is the breaking down of fat stores in the body in order to produce energy. The liver is in charge of converting the fats into a chemical called a ketone body, "the metabolic substances acetoacetic acid and beta-hydroxybutyric acid" (3), and then distributing these bodies throughout the body via the blood stream. "When this fat utilization occurs, free fatty acids are released into the blood stream and are used by the liver for energy." (3) The less one eats, the more the body turns to these stored fats and creates these ketone bodies, the accumulation of which is referred to as ketosis. (4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detoxification is the foremost argument presented by advocates of fasting. "Detoxification is a normal body process of eliminating or neutralizing toxins through the colon, liver, kidneys, lungs, lymph glands, and skin." (5). This process is precipitated by fasting because when food is no longer entering the body, the body turns to fat reserves for energy. "Human fat is valued at 3,500 calories per pound," a number that would lead one to believe that surviving on one pound of fat every day would provide a body with enough energy to function normally. (2) These fat reserves were created when excess glucose and carbohydrates were not used for energy or growth, not excreted, and therefore converted into fat. When the fat reserves are used for energy during a fast, it releases the chemicals from the fatty acids into the system which are then eliminated through the aforementioned organs. Chemicals not found in food but absorbed from one's environment, such as DDT, are also stored in fat reserves that may be released during a fast. One fasting advocate tested his own urine, feces and sweat during an extended fast and found traces of DDT in each. (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second prescribed benefit of fasting is the healing process that begins in the body during a fast. During a fast energy is diverted away from the digestive system due to its lack of use and towards the metabolism and immune system. (6) The healing process during a fast is precipitated by the body's search for energy sources. Abnormal growths within the body, tumors and the like, do not have the full support of the body's supplies and therefore are more susceptible to autolysis. Furthermore, "production of protein for replacement of damaged cells (protein synthesis) occurs more efficiently because fewer 'mistakes' are made by the DNA/RNA genetic controls which govern this process." A higher efficiency in protein synthesis results in healthier cells, tissues and organs. (7) This is one reason that animals stop eating when they are wounded, and why humans lose hunger during influenza. Hunger has been proven absent in illnesses such as gastritis, tonsillitis and colds. (2) Therefore, when one is fasting, the person is consciously diverting energy from the digestive system to the immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there is a reduction in core body temperature. This is a direct result of the slower metabolic rate and general bodily functions. Following a drop in blood sugar level and using the reserves of glucose found in liver glycogen, the basal metabolic rate (BMR) is reduced in order to conserve as much energy within the body as can be provided. (2) Growth hormones are also released during a fast, due to the greater efficiency in hormone production. (7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the most scientifically proven advantage to fasting is the feeling of rejuvenation and extended life expectancy. Part of this phenomenon is caused by a number of the benefits mentioned above. A slower metabolic rate, more efficient protein production, an improved immune system, and the increased production of hormones contributes to this long-term benefit of fasting. In addition to the Human Growth Hormone that is released more frequently during a fast, an anti-aging hormone is also produced more efficiently. (7) "The only reliable way to extend the lifespan of a mammal is under-nutrition without malnutrition." (5) A study was performed on earthworms that demonstrated the extension of life due to fasting. The experiment was performed in the 1930s by isolating one worm and putting it on a cycle of fasting and feeding. The isolated worm outlasted its relatives by 19 generations, while still maintaining its youthful physiological traits. The worm was able to survive on its own tissue for months. Once the size of the worm began to decrease, the scientists would resume feeding it at which point it showed great vigor and energy. "The life-span extension of these worms was the equivalent of keeping a man alive for 600 to 700 years." (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, it seems that there are many reasons to consider fasting as a benefit to one's health. The body rids itself of the toxins that have built up in our fat stores throughout the years. The body heals itself, repairs all the damaged organs during a fast. And finally there is good evidence to show that regulated fasting contributes to longer life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-132838984449062030?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/132838984449062030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/health-benefits-of-fasting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/132838984449062030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/132838984449062030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/08/health-benefits-of-fasting.html' title='Health benefits of fasting'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8416736543449705480</id><published>2010-08-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:41:30.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth pains and Ramadan</title><content type='html'>The holy month is one day away actually this evening the Ramadan prayers will start&lt;br /&gt;I'm no preacher I'm no saint I'm in no place to say anything to anyone&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it that I want my loved ones to fast &lt;br /&gt;Like a painful toothache is what it is seeing someone so great not doing what you know Is best for them&lt;br /&gt;Like a broken heart you ache &lt;br /&gt;It won't add or take from you but your love is of that kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's not your business even if it is personal you still want them to share the ritual &lt;br /&gt;To share the blessings and what they bring &lt;br /&gt;All you want is for them to feel the pleasures of doing it for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a tooth ache is what it is being far from those you love &lt;br /&gt;In a month like this one&lt;br /&gt;You want the lovers and families to fast and break the fast together&lt;br /&gt;To kneel and pray and thank together&lt;br /&gt;To love to pray to fast together&lt;br /&gt;It's a free country but love holds you captive like a toothache. &lt;br /&gt;Ramadan the holy generous month is time for God , the fast is for him alone.&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely way to say I love you, to fast until the sunsets, what a lovely way to reach the one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So depression crawled on me and found it's way when I spent a week of nothingness in Cairo knowing that I'm wasting precious human time &lt;br /&gt;With eyes glued on tv watching the superficial yet so addictive episodes of gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;Watching them for so long I started dreaming of the characters from Serena to georgina i have been seeing them all&lt;br /&gt;Chasing me and hunting my unconscious taking me to manhattan and making me question what I was doing in Cairo alone&lt;br /&gt;When I could be with the characters shopping at the upper east side of manhattan&lt;br /&gt;When you start believing the characters of a tv show are your real friends you know there is a serious problem&lt;br /&gt;Just when I realized Serena is not my friend and as much as I love the conniving Blair they are not real and they have no idea I exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I realized it's time to take action&lt;br /&gt;So I followed my dream and took the course I have always dreamed of and had not dared take any action based on discouragement of close ones who I know mean only well&lt;br /&gt;Truth is only you know what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my guru who is the best guru in this country possibly the continent&lt;br /&gt;And she is guru Wafa as I mentioned before&lt;br /&gt;And I took the course&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so many things I have always wanted to know and now I can heal using my energy field&lt;br /&gt;In the Maldives and thailand the yoga teachers have encouraged me to take the healing path since they sensed that I have a gift&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does but they advised me and finally I took their advice and after two years almost I took action&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the beginning but I'm so excited&lt;br /&gt;Now I know things I would never have known &lt;br /&gt;And I still want to know&lt;br /&gt;And I still have a long way&lt;br /&gt;But now I know the ways to heal my self and the people I love&lt;br /&gt;Some treasures lie under your nose&lt;br /&gt;Only you know what you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Let me heal myself and you&lt;br /&gt;Now I actually can &lt;br /&gt;Going back to the beach now with purpose and a new light&lt;br /&gt;Still addicted to gossip girl but at least now I know Who I am and I learned something &lt;br /&gt;So staying away from the beach was not a complete waste&lt;br /&gt;Was actually one of the best things that ever happened to me&lt;br /&gt;Polish your heart so you can shine&lt;br /&gt;Fix your self I told my self&lt;br /&gt;And one day at a time I might really get there&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels better than being healed &lt;br /&gt;So heal what you can and ask for help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TFKdKSuOtvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZuUgtAqsg5E/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8738328588308064920</id><published>2010-07-24T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:59:56.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post from an ipad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEq363tipNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kXAanmyEqrc/s1600/DownloadedFile.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEq363tipNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kXAanmyEqrc/s320/DownloadedFile.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497408517174371538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I would love the apple iPad so much&lt;br /&gt;Perfect size&lt;br /&gt;And so friendly&lt;br /&gt;This iPad is becoming my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Moving on &lt;br /&gt;Cairo in July is an experience worth your time&lt;br /&gt;It is like I am in a different city&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm renting an apartment in France&lt;br /&gt;Where I know no one &lt;br /&gt;And there is a certain charm to being on your own in an old city like Cairo&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the streets and alleys of zamalek at night I have seen the jewels of embassies and villas that were hard to see from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;It is very peaceful here when everyone else is by the coast or traveling the globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start seeing the city with the eyes of the tourist&lt;br /&gt;Only foreigners here and people with no summer homes are left in the city&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of the zamalek streets at night is scary and exciting too&lt;br /&gt;The street called al montaza street is a secret lovers hiding place&lt;br /&gt;On the corniche I saw the lovers kissing and whispering behind the trees&lt;br /&gt;I also saw friends chilling in cars parked in the same street&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The punks, the outcasts and the smoking up&lt;br /&gt;All gather here for some reason&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly why&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It's dark&lt;br /&gt;It's mysterious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can smell the Nile as you walk&lt;br /&gt;And it's the closest you can get to these waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in zamalek is a rare chance for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in July when half our population is by the beach can I do that&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can feel the city again&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the history and the stories behind each window&lt;br /&gt;everyone i know is by the beach now because&lt;br /&gt;Summer this year is shorter than before since august will meet Ramadan&lt;br /&gt;And the bikinis will hide along with with the booz and the food&lt;br /&gt;Some people will stay by the beach and hide in their beach houses until sunset &lt;br /&gt;Some will come rushing back to  cairo to meet their working husbands on the dining table at sunset to &lt;br /&gt;break their fast and some will travel to any foreign place where the population knows nothing about Ramadan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is slow in Cairo and my muscles hurt from too much laying down&lt;br /&gt;From doing nothing all day when I have the chance to do so much &lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have zero energy for anything other than lounging all day and having breakfast and coffee in bed&lt;br /&gt;I should be feeling guilty for being so lazy and unproductive&lt;br /&gt;But I convince my self a housewife is a full-time job&lt;br /&gt;And that I am experimenting with doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;Although  I doubt that anything good will come out of that&lt;br /&gt;And I confess I do feel weird about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cairo in July in the weekend is peaceful, is cleaner, is lonely, is a new experience for me and I think I like it, me and my new friend the ipad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-8738328588308064920?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8738328588308064920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-post-from-ipad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8738328588308064920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8738328588308064920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-post-from-ipad.html' title='First post from an ipad'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEq363tipNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kXAanmyEqrc/s72-c/DownloadedFile.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-7242909005838942719</id><published>2010-07-22T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:16:44.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gypsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEgXwVzSOBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/nlLHsV-U1Ao/s1600/gipsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEgXwVzSOBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/nlLHsV-U1Ao/s320/gipsy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496669464459098130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind longs for whatever is out of reach&lt;br /&gt;when we are here we wait until it is time to fly away&lt;br /&gt;and when we go to those we missed we start thinking of those&lt;br /&gt; on the othe other side and miss them too&lt;br /&gt;we start thinking of how we want to see them again and go back&lt;br /&gt;when we are back we keep thinking of those we left behind&lt;br /&gt;thinking the meeting is the gate to happinness&lt;br /&gt;so many goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;so many hellos &lt;br /&gt;the greeters become normal company after the passionate hugs fade away&lt;br /&gt;hopeful eyes become cold and insensitive in a short time&lt;br /&gt;eyes that were glued on yours start to drift and catch a newer resting place more fresh and more exciting&lt;br /&gt;you look around and again you are alone&lt;br /&gt;no matter who is with you&lt;br /&gt;no place feels like a home &lt;br /&gt;no place feels comfortable&lt;br /&gt;when you have this  emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt; love always involves heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;love is not reliable in anyway&lt;br /&gt;but so many people have built thick skins&lt;br /&gt;so many have occupied themselves with so many things to do so they can get distracted&lt;br /&gt;everyone looks for a distraction from the mind&lt;br /&gt;keeping busy makes people happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some atheletes are addicted to their work out&lt;br /&gt;tiring the body in excersice shuts the mind up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized something very important nobody knows it all&lt;br /&gt;we are all trying&lt;br /&gt;keeping busy&lt;br /&gt;the mothers looking after their kids get sucked in cute routines and scheduales &lt;br /&gt;so they do not stop and worry about it all&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the buisness men work themselves to sleep&lt;br /&gt;and routines keep people safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the drinkers keep filling their cups as if drinking &lt;br /&gt;so much will take their minds off whatever they are escaping&lt;br /&gt;and it does only for a short time&lt;br /&gt;only until the pain comes back when they are sober again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smokers keep themselves busy thinking of the next ciggerete &lt;br /&gt;and occuping themselves with hand movements and the different ways to puff the smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eaters are busy getting lost in taste sensations&lt;br /&gt;and dreaming of their next meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shoppers &lt;br /&gt;keep buying their happiness thinking their next purchase will sure bring the joy &lt;br /&gt;or the confidence that they have always longed for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flirt looks for the next victim to feed their ego. hunting for  eyes  to lock with theirs&lt;br /&gt;and the teasers love to make people dream of them and then move to the next person&lt;br /&gt;as soon as they find someone else to woe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is looking for a distraction &lt;br /&gt;everyone is as lost as you sometimes feel&lt;br /&gt;but they all keep it together at the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end we feel lonely with the person beneath our skin&lt;br /&gt;thinking that this person is the only one with trouble&lt;br /&gt;when everyone else has their pain too but works to hide it and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no place feels like home in this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-7242909005838942719?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7242909005838942719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/homeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7242909005838942719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7242909005838942719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/homeless.html' title='gypsy'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEgXwVzSOBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/nlLHsV-U1Ao/s72-c/gipsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-2350182851049625356</id><published>2010-07-22T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:41:15.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost on the highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEgDPkQRGlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/z_EIKWV0fMU/s1600/highway_id482808_size500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEgDPkQRGlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/z_EIKWV0fMU/s320/highway_id482808_size500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496646911170517586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not built for the road&lt;br /&gt;trucks scare me &lt;br /&gt;drivers choke me&lt;br /&gt;and in any car i feel my personal space being invaded&lt;br /&gt;so that is what they call: chlostrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminders for self:&lt;br /&gt;1. egyptian men hate to be in the passenger's seat when a woman is driving especially if they are involved with her romantically&lt;br /&gt;2. love is more romantic when it is impossible&lt;br /&gt;3. a fantasy lives longer than a reality&lt;br /&gt;4. expectaions are the reason behind heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;5. men and women have so many different wires in their brains&lt;br /&gt;its like men have this empty place in their heads while  women have so many layers of emotions and expectations in the same place no wonder it is so hard for them to get each other&lt;br /&gt;6. never travel to meet someone you love, you will always be dissapointed and they never appreciate it as much as you would think they would&lt;br /&gt;7. never expect anything from anyone&lt;br /&gt;8.be your own best friend&lt;br /&gt;9. enjoy your own company&lt;br /&gt;10. dont forget your friends and your own life &lt;br /&gt;11. before commiting to someone make sure you have the ability of being happy alone&lt;br /&gt;12. fairytales are not possible&lt;br /&gt;13. romantic movies are hard to create in real llife&lt;br /&gt;14. imagination can be dangerous, your mind can create your own hell&lt;br /&gt;15. nothing is real in this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. most people are capable of lying, hiding truths and calling it selective honesty, cheating, and surprising you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times we want to run way and when we run we find different forms of pain somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;does high perception and creativity always mean more prone to sadness?&lt;br /&gt;what are the real reasons behind sadness? genes? horoscope? or is it just part of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a big joke sometimes this whole life&lt;br /&gt;and then we die and i think it is so humilating to just be dead and for others to deal with your body&lt;br /&gt;people keep dying everyday and some think it is so far away&lt;br /&gt;dont walk so proud my friend one day you too will leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt realize this post would end up morbid sorry readers soon will come a happier one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-2350182851049625356?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2350182851049625356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-on-highway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2350182851049625356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2350182851049625356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-on-highway.html' title='lost on the highway'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEgDPkQRGlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/z_EIKWV0fMU/s72-c/highway_id482808_size500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1525542631470065185</id><published>2010-07-19T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T04:10:31.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alexandria what happened to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEQyek9LYnI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dzMp1FenHeM/s1600/Unknown.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEQyek9LYnI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dzMp1FenHeM/s320/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495572946196587122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alexandria in july is nothing like it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;the once great city is to me has become the biggest dissapoinment  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to come here as a little girl&lt;br /&gt;it used to be so much fun here in alexandria &lt;br /&gt;but now it is a memory of beauty and the majority of the the minds have taken it so far back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a city that has the potential of being as fun as beirut is  now the opposite of what beirut stands for&lt;br /&gt;alexandria wins in one point, thank GOD no war stains there, but dear Lord what has happened to alexandria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that the four seasons is no way to judge a place&lt;br /&gt;but it is a way of comparing a segment of society in every place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four seasons has not failed to create another architectural beauty and ofcourse good service&lt;br /&gt;but the people have killed it, they killed the experience, with their ways, with their attitiudes, and as shallow as it sounds with their choice of clothes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pool is wonderful ofcourse and sitting  by it and seeing the beach too, what more would you want sipping your fruit cocktail? sounds dreamy until the residence of the hotel start to occupy the place and make you feel uncomfortable for all that you are it becomes not dreamy and more nightmarish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed to me that there is some kind of hidden alexandrian laws that everyone knows of except me: only men and children can swim or wear a swim suit&lt;br /&gt;a saudi feel to the place spreads and you could smell the borrowed tradtions fill the place&lt;br /&gt;the once alexandrian man has adapted the saudi customs and his wife has sided with a towel in her hand in the shade covered and sheltered in a way that seems to be so borrowed and not originally hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were they teachers working in saudi and coming with money to spend in their home country?&lt;br /&gt;they must be because all the signs point there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sand and beach experience was such a disapointment too &lt;br /&gt;thinking that my contact with the alexandrian beach will be a reunion from a childhood memory &lt;br /&gt;all i see in the waves is empty bags of chips&lt;br /&gt;and waste everywhere&lt;br /&gt;i could smell the sewage too dropped in the sea&lt;br /&gt;and the sand&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the sand of alex?&lt;br /&gt;it lost its softness and its bright yellowness &lt;br /&gt;the almost black waves with the brown sands are the reason the alexandrians who care for beauty left alex in the summer and went to the north coast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i am in a petrooleum field, nothing about the beach said vacation or fun.&lt;br /&gt;on the beach of the fourseasons you will not find one female in swim wear or even just sitiing there&lt;br /&gt;all you could find is men and children.&lt;br /&gt;no sound of music or any efforts to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;all i could feel was uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;the only people on the beach are loud repulsive spoiled children who are not one bit cute, and their hairy fathers who think they are the heroes of their time. where have the women gone?  why are they all men and children? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats when i realized that it does not matter how amazing the hotel is that you stay at, what matters is the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;we walked through the same underground tunnel to reach the beach like in beirut and the beach was so similar to beirut's beach it even had sand and in beirut it was mostly rocks, but in beirut you want to live life smelling the waves, the people around you, and their choices of clothes and ways of speech make you enjoy the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in alex all i could think of was how every life comes to an end, that is how we are as egyptians obssessed with death and the after life like we used to be as pharoes, it is all for the after life. in beirut it seems like they beleive it is just this life they got and they turned their beaches to heavenly dreams of fun, their clothes to art pieces, their features to what they wished for them to be, and they make you want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to come to alexandria as a little girl and in montaza it used to be so wonderful spending summers by the beach, girls were free, men were not the only people you see on the beach, and people dressed up with taste, and you could not see maids dressed in repulsive clothes filling the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four seasons is trying to be the fourseasons in alex but the alexandrians barely inhibit the restaurants and changed the scene to conservative macho macho town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two things you will love about four seasons alex:  the food and rooms that is about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four seasons stands lonely in alexandria and it is beautiful in everyway, but if you stay there remember your room number because each step of the way you will be asked: "rakam el ghorfa?" or " room number please?" because they do not trust that you have a room, no matter how your efforts of looking representable are ,they will always suspect that you are a crasher! i thought of writing my room number on my forehead but held myself from embarrassing my friends. if you decide to spoil yourself in the alex fourseasons, remember to stay in the room and order room service! that is really the best part of the experience unless you do not mind loud children and men taking up all the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1525542631470065185?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1525542631470065185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/alexandria-what-happened-to-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1525542631470065185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1525542631470065185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/alexandria-what-happened-to-you.html' title='alexandria what happened to you?'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEQyek9LYnI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dzMp1FenHeM/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-401472921620134140</id><published>2010-07-19T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T03:21:18.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this city has expired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEQm6-Mf8nI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xMDdUKSYD44/s1600/traffic-jam-in-cairo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEQm6-Mf8nI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xMDdUKSYD44/s320/traffic-jam-in-cairo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495560239868539506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do not mean to be so negative&lt;br /&gt;but coming back from the beach to cairo &lt;br /&gt;all i could smell was the stink&lt;br /&gt;like old milk in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;this city is getting more rotten everyday &lt;br /&gt;we love it so much that we do not see it or we do not want to admit it&lt;br /&gt;and we do not want the people to say it&lt;br /&gt;but we know they are right&lt;br /&gt;the garbage&lt;br /&gt;the stink&lt;br /&gt;the people&lt;br /&gt;everything is overdue &lt;br /&gt;run away from the city while you can&lt;br /&gt;an ugly dust covers us all with grey and makes us dull here&lt;br /&gt;meet us anywhere else we would be missing the stink but glowing with oxygen and fresh clean pores on our skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no better beach naturally speaking than the beach of our north coast&lt;br /&gt;it might lack the atmosphere you find in europe and beirut but this sand and water quality can only compare to the maldives&lt;br /&gt;to the islands that are now designed for honeymooners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the egyptian north coast you will find the biggest national waste&lt;br /&gt;these houses built for one month in the year are such a waste closed all year round and hidden from tourism&lt;br /&gt;why doesn't the government supply us with means for permenant life there?&lt;br /&gt;a school&lt;br /&gt;a hospital&lt;br /&gt;a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again we all like to gather like cockroaches around the stinking city of ours&lt;br /&gt;for some reason nobody thinks of spreading further than katameya and 6 of october&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this city has expired, yet only here can you order your groceries to your doorstep and if you do not have cash the supermarket guy will bring you the credit card machine to your doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it for these comforts that we stay and ignore our inability to breathe fresh air or walk the streets like other normal people from anywhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-401472921620134140?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/401472921620134140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-city-has-expired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/401472921620134140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/401472921620134140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-city-has-expired.html' title='this city has expired'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TEQm6-Mf8nI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xMDdUKSYD44/s72-c/traffic-jam-in-cairo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3705475307110683525</id><published>2010-06-30T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:06:31.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May peace be upon you Beirut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TCszApGtk7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/GkwaAkubY6A/s1600/DownloadedFile-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TCszApGtk7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/GkwaAkubY6A/s320/DownloadedFile-5.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488536657008104370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TCsw5SGzFMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qOC1u0ceH0Y/s1600/DownloadedFile-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TCsw5SGzFMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qOC1u0ceH0Y/s320/DownloadedFile-4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488534331552109762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beirut is a dream&lt;br /&gt;Beirut is the way life should be&lt;br /&gt;whenever city and beach marry life has new meaning&lt;br /&gt;beauty everywhere&lt;br /&gt;plastic or not it is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;the lebanese learned from the French about good taste and then they reached new levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in beirut you want to eat and you don't want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;you do not want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;people who know how to live&lt;br /&gt;how to look&lt;br /&gt;how to dance &lt;br /&gt;how to dine&lt;br /&gt;how to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with sweet tongues they speak only to make you feel good about yourself&lt;br /&gt;in beirut you want to live&lt;br /&gt;you want to kiss the clouds and stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful boys and girls who fixed their flaws and are happier now&lt;br /&gt;beaches that call for south france and compete with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a downtown that takes your breath away and gives you the joys of the past and the opportunities of the future&lt;br /&gt;a lot like rio the city dances by the beach and spreads to the mountains&lt;br /&gt;God gave them beauty  and brains but also a will to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only Lebanon was always at peace, the whole world would move there&lt;br /&gt;amazing shopping, natural beauty and of course their famous nightlife is like no other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to the new beautiful buildings by the beach you can still see traces of a war on other wounded buildings&lt;br /&gt;but the war has taught them not to waste time&lt;br /&gt;that nothing is for granted and that each day might be the last&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so they know how to live better than any other people&lt;br /&gt;they know how to grab the moment&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy the peaceful times &lt;br /&gt;who knows what tomorrow might bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lebanese food is not impossible to imitate but its so simply good and juicy and you will not find it's match anywhere else only Syria can compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fresh fruits and vegetables with lemon and spices that make you love being healthy&lt;br /&gt;salads are the main course in many occasions but they are so creative, they are enough&lt;br /&gt;food is served with love and nothing is ordinary&lt;br /&gt;mediocracy does not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the lebanese women competition  is a killer, every woman has done all she can to look her best&lt;br /&gt;and everyday they are ready to meet anyone, they dress up like beauty queens and talk like they are not shy to be feminine&lt;br /&gt;a celebration is what it is every single day and they look for excuses&lt;br /&gt;the world cup was their excuse to roam the streets and cheer and sing like each winning country was their own&lt;br /&gt;with passion they painted themselves in brazilian colors when brazil won&lt;br /&gt;a herd of motorcycles filled the streets with brazilian flags&lt;br /&gt;and the same happened when germany won&lt;br /&gt;they use anything as an excuse to live and celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will not understand the lebanese way until you see it&lt;br /&gt;nothing breaks them&lt;br /&gt;not even war&lt;br /&gt;they will dance &lt;br /&gt;they will sing&lt;br /&gt;they will shine anyway&lt;br /&gt;let each night be lived like it were your last&lt;br /&gt;and when you work you are the best&lt;br /&gt;when you eat it must taste good&lt;br /&gt;when you love you must be outspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you check out competition you are not subtle you will be proud to stare and threaten&lt;br /&gt;when you shop you choose the latest&lt;br /&gt;when you build you make art pieces&lt;br /&gt;when you go out you stay all night&lt;br /&gt;when you fight you fight till the end&lt;br /&gt;they know about war and nothing scares them anymore&lt;br /&gt;strong happy beautiful people by the beach or on the mountains no wonder all the people i know run to lebanon as much as they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an Egyptian i got the visa at the airport&lt;br /&gt;i felt loved and welcomed like a first class citizen&lt;br /&gt;they know how to welcome you&lt;br /&gt;how to host and how to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why i fell in love with beirut&lt;br /&gt; because lebanon can live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Beirut, and may the rages of war always be far from you, may peace be upon you Beirut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3705475307110683525?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3705475307110683525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-peace-be-upon-you-beirut.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3705475307110683525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3705475307110683525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-peace-be-upon-you-beirut.html' title='May peace be upon you Beirut'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TCszApGtk7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/GkwaAkubY6A/s72-c/DownloadedFile-5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3911609586542032204</id><published>2010-06-23T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:43:11.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cliche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TCLtOqnfYlI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HFU2PQTP_iM/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TCLtOqnfYlI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HFU2PQTP_iM/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486208132304560722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it is a cliche&lt;br /&gt;but i need to put it down here&lt;br /&gt;i realize i can buy a diary&lt;br /&gt;i have even been advised to&lt;br /&gt;but some how  i need to get published here on this blog&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why &lt;br /&gt;i need this thing in my head to be out and read &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cliche is&lt;br /&gt;the fact that things do not bring joy&lt;br /&gt;not even love can bring happiness&lt;br /&gt;pain can be an outcome of so much happiness&lt;br /&gt;material things mean comfort that is it&lt;br /&gt;after awhile you get used to everything, although thankful and grateful &lt;br /&gt;you will need something else&lt;br /&gt;and if you do not feed your soul you will be empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your being hallow &lt;br /&gt;your spirit sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that my sold out art show would make me happy&lt;br /&gt;i thought that by having my own show i would be in paradise&lt;br /&gt;thankful i am but not happy&lt;br /&gt;not as i thought i would be&lt;br /&gt;holding my cash in my hand&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a drug dealer some how&lt;br /&gt;like i sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;and i sold it cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ego brings sadness&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much my dreams come true my brain finds the way to put me down&lt;br /&gt;making me see the faults&lt;br /&gt;the doubts&lt;br /&gt;and success means nothing&lt;br /&gt;i realized there must be something bigger, something more rewarding&lt;br /&gt;than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i cant even paint&lt;br /&gt;they choked me &lt;br /&gt;they said they want to lead me&lt;br /&gt;and although i am dying to go back to my canvas&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to go back now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want their voices out of my head&lt;br /&gt;they talked so much&lt;br /&gt;nobody owns a free artist&lt;br /&gt;i paint for me and not for them to like or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work i love&lt;br /&gt;but how could i find it now&lt;br /&gt;its all sold out&lt;br /&gt;who knows where each piece went&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm left with colored papers called cash&lt;br /&gt;meaning nothing and all my work disappeared&lt;br /&gt;into other spaces&lt;br /&gt;some i still find and i am grateful for knowing the new owners&lt;br /&gt;some went to strangers and i was not even given the time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professional is what i should be&lt;br /&gt;less sentimental&lt;br /&gt;less dramatic&lt;br /&gt;but that is me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does the sad gene come with the fun gene hand in hand?&lt;br /&gt;money does not buy happiness &lt;br /&gt;so do not wait for the move in or the move out&lt;br /&gt;you will always be inside yourself stop running away&lt;br /&gt;temporary changes become old ones&lt;br /&gt;new wants and needs always come up&lt;br /&gt;making you sad&lt;br /&gt;making you wait thinking that the change will finally make you happy&lt;br /&gt;but no nothing does &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must fill the gap inside,  that emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;that no friend or lover can ever fill no fading moment can fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end we are all gone&lt;br /&gt;so whats the point of so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although shopping can be pleasurable at the moment&lt;br /&gt;i realized an old known fact: &lt;br /&gt;money can't buy happiness &lt;br /&gt;that is the cliche  &lt;br /&gt;and the illusion&lt;br /&gt;so many people with all the money in the world and in depression they live&lt;br /&gt;the poor souls are in pain&lt;br /&gt;and people can not see the cause&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3911609586542032204?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3911609586542032204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/cliche.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3911609586542032204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3911609586542032204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/cliche.html' title='cliche'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TCLtOqnfYlI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HFU2PQTP_iM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-2365965106540881849</id><published>2010-06-21T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T04:38:26.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>listen to your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TB9O_AbCD4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/9ZNYL5n-CEI/s1600/images-90.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TB9O_AbCD4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/9ZNYL5n-CEI/s320/images-90.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485189715512659842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i get angry so fast&lt;br /&gt;im upset so fast&lt;br /&gt;im not the patient one anymore&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was so calm&lt;br /&gt;and i realized i am not&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was understanding&lt;br /&gt;but my window for taking crap has been shut so hard and fast&lt;br /&gt;i do not like stupid excuses&lt;br /&gt;and no i wont forgive the immoral&lt;br /&gt;if i do not go around making people feel so bad by mistake&lt;br /&gt;everyone else can also hold it and think before they talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i was fooled by an older witch wearing a weird mask and costumes that do not fit any place on earth&lt;br /&gt;and i thought  maybe behind this weird look there is a good heart&lt;br /&gt;turns out  i was wrong and my body was right when it smelled danger and weirdness when we first met&lt;br /&gt;she was like an octopus who wanted to eat you alive&lt;br /&gt;take all you have and make it hers&lt;br /&gt;her true face showed and a monster was behind the mask of sweet talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why some people have a strong big  facade &lt;br /&gt;they were bit so hard before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the stupid does not suspect &lt;br /&gt;does not sniff danger from a distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i really want is my space and freedom&lt;br /&gt;and to be  with those i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is so hot in cairo and my boiling anger is boiling up&lt;br /&gt;no i can not take shit anymore&lt;br /&gt;no i will not be like all the other doormats&lt;br /&gt;and i will not wait to be stabbed again&lt;br /&gt;get stabbed once and you are excused &lt;br /&gt;get stabbed twice and you are stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i am anything but stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i get angry so fast&lt;br /&gt;i will not be silent to injustice and rudeness &lt;br /&gt;yes  i have learned the truth about people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are gold some are fake&lt;br /&gt;some are sweet some are wearing big masks&lt;br /&gt;no one is  perfect but the difference is what you are willing to put up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people can take liars as long as they are fun&lt;br /&gt;but i can not&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;others can take cheaters as long as they got big pockets&lt;br /&gt;and i would gag to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are ok with bullies &lt;br /&gt;as long as they are in the it crowd&lt;br /&gt;and i think thats sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some can be around masks, liars, cheaters, fakers, and even the  always cynical and negative but im not sorry that i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kind of limits my friend list but i have no problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say: quality versus quantity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned to listen to my heart when you meet someone and your whole being wants to escape them take it as a sign that they are not meant to be your friend even if they act like angels, soon their true face will show and you will regret giving them the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to be with someone but your body refuses it, listen to your guts and heart they know better than your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart not everyone is true and not everyone is good, not everyone deserves to get so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be careful of the many faces people wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that dr who only started answering his phone after he got the v.i.p call &lt;br /&gt;that friend who suddenly became so nice after you gained something you never had&lt;br /&gt;that smile that is so yellow and fake will not reach my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the older bitter women who stand and feast their eyes and black tongues on you with gossip that is so obvious, stay away from them, they are in no way kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those with the shittiest reputations often earned it, you do not have to be their way back to the good life.&lt;br /&gt;let them find their way on their own, you do not have to be the hamster of the experiment every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i do not mean to scare anyone but i have learned a million lessons so fast, and now i can not take the energy of the fakers, the liars, the cheaters, the perverted men in saintly suits, the tipsy talk that is full of crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;see beyond the masks and the make up&lt;br /&gt;see the hearts of gold and the hearts of stone beneath the clothes, beneath it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop, wait, listen to your heart for a change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-2365965106540881849?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2365965106540881849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/listen-to-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2365965106540881849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2365965106540881849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/listen-to-your-heart.html' title='listen to your heart'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TB9O_AbCD4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/9ZNYL5n-CEI/s72-c/images-90.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-6107838420032846044</id><published>2010-06-17T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:21:02.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TBoTG09mRNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/BWZoADrzZtU/s1600/images-89.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TBoTG09mRNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/BWZoADrzZtU/s320/images-89.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483716504294147282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but  lonely&lt;br /&gt; down town&lt;br /&gt;in between the buzz of life&lt;br /&gt;but very  lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the little ones i love so much are on the other side&lt;br /&gt;home is where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the people i am made of are there&lt;br /&gt;i am here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;always longing to go to their side of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the umbilical cord between me and my mother is still attached&lt;br /&gt;i want to be by her side all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell her&lt;br /&gt;talk with her&lt;br /&gt;eat with her&lt;br /&gt;lay with her&lt;br /&gt;swim with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do not care if my life slips away &lt;br /&gt;and i get nothing much done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the east love hurts&lt;br /&gt;in the east sadness is always in our dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;in the east the little ones come first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road i take to them is long&lt;br /&gt;but passes fast thinking of them&lt;br /&gt;when the road is not taken&lt;br /&gt;it  is hard, it is far, it is lonely&lt;br /&gt;it is lonely on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without them life is dull&lt;br /&gt;the busy city quiets down and i am so lonely&lt;br /&gt;all by myself most of the time&lt;br /&gt; the crowded city life means nothing when they are all on the other side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-6107838420032846044?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6107838420032846044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-not-taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6107838420032846044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/6107838420032846044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-not-taken.html' title='on the other side'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TBoTG09mRNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/BWZoADrzZtU/s72-c/images-89.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5634504774760858431</id><published>2010-06-08T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:54:41.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mother oh mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TA4TRxAX-kI/AAAAAAAAAew/BsSrR8cySCc/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TA4TRxAX-kI/AAAAAAAAAew/BsSrR8cySCc/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480338992490084930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother is the soul of the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother is the soul of nature&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats motherhood&lt;br /&gt;nothing is greater than a good mother&lt;br /&gt;my mother is all i have in this world&lt;br /&gt;and through her i have learned to respect all the mothers in the universe&lt;br /&gt;through her love i have learned about the relationships between the womb and the open sea&lt;br /&gt;and although its a mans world i have realized men are nothing without their mothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instinct is built even in little girls &lt;br /&gt;we carry little dolls and want to take care of them&lt;br /&gt;motherhood is the sun to the flowers&lt;br /&gt;watch the cat with her kittens&lt;br /&gt;watch the mothers of nature&lt;br /&gt;watch the lioness as she fetches food for her cubs&lt;br /&gt;nothing more magical than a mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother is this universe&lt;br /&gt;mother is nature&lt;br /&gt;mother is marry&lt;br /&gt;mother is love&lt;br /&gt;mother is a protective force&lt;br /&gt;and a will to go on&lt;br /&gt;mothering even a puppy, is a great pleasure on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is worth living once you matter to a smaller being &lt;br /&gt;once your existence affects another&lt;br /&gt;and this is my mother &lt;br /&gt;God bless all the mothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have a prayer&lt;br /&gt;God don't let us be worshipers of tests let us be worshippers of good doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God please do not give me a test that breaks me&lt;br /&gt;please give something i can handle let me be a light in the world that i need not to be tested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between the birds, the skies and sees, between the earth, the sun and beings, nothing is more wonderful than a mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5634504774760858431?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5634504774760858431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/mother-oh-mother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5634504774760858431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5634504774760858431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/mother-oh-mother.html' title='mother oh mother'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TA4TRxAX-kI/AAAAAAAAAew/BsSrR8cySCc/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8811978884124819602</id><published>2010-06-06T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T04:35:17.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAuHyzwYJ2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/PdGMpuEE894/s1600/DownloadedFile-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAuHyzwYJ2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/PdGMpuEE894/s320/DownloadedFile-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479622678582667106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed you purple&lt;br /&gt;finally you are back and with u came peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;finally i can breath again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-8811978884124819602?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8811978884124819602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/purple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8811978884124819602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8811978884124819602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/purple.html' title='purple'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAuHyzwYJ2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/PdGMpuEE894/s72-c/DownloadedFile-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3484376310102501711</id><published>2010-06-05T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:54:20.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liar liar pants on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TApxG_N31tI/AAAAAAAAAeg/PVC6fKvOKDo/s1600/images-88.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TApxG_N31tI/AAAAAAAAAeg/PVC6fKvOKDo/s320/images-88.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479316261512402642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would think that age would teach people lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first lesson i have learned:&lt;br /&gt;age sometimes means nothing&lt;br /&gt;some people can be younger than you and wiser than you&lt;br /&gt;some people can be double your age and have no morals &lt;br /&gt;or respect. its sometimes easier to respect a new born since they're still pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse than young immoral people is old immoral people&lt;br /&gt;almost 50 or more how could you still lie?&lt;br /&gt;how could you still find paradise at the bars?&lt;br /&gt;when will so many people grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age gracefully&lt;br /&gt;age with class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will they learn?&lt;br /&gt;when will they let go and take a higher road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't they know that the grave keeps getting closer?&lt;br /&gt;these people who live in denial thinking they are still in their twenties&lt;br /&gt;dressing up like i do not know what&lt;br /&gt;leaving no room for any one to respect them&lt;br /&gt;and no place for the imagination &lt;br /&gt;when you reveal all, you leave nothing for the mind &lt;br /&gt;you leave nothing for the soul&lt;br /&gt;you demand to be treated like a desperate object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"class" people where has it gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is not in them&lt;br /&gt;it is in me to trust in them just because they are older means nothing&lt;br /&gt;liars i have realized are the most disgusting people&lt;br /&gt;no wonder they lost so many friends along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the humility is all theirs once its known that they lied &lt;br /&gt;oh how humiliating it must be to be a liar and to be caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people i decided i do not want to know any more because of nothing else other than the fact that they lied &lt;br /&gt;liars are a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;liars are a joke&lt;br /&gt;liars are sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some white lies are fine&lt;br /&gt;but those lies that are made up just to put you down&lt;br /&gt;told by so called friends&lt;br /&gt;friends are important but its not a stranger's choice to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learned so much lately&lt;br /&gt;to speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;to hold on to my beliefs &lt;br /&gt;and not to give in to those who decided they want me as a friend when i do not agree to this friendship&lt;br /&gt;a friendship that is in no way fun for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age means nothing&lt;br /&gt;age is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust only those who deserve trust&lt;br /&gt;do not be blinded by sneaky smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity those who their graves are so close and they cling to life and its dark side&lt;br /&gt;me and my people we are so young yet we think of karma and how it will turn out&lt;br /&gt;we roll our tongues back a million times before we hurt anyone  &lt;br /&gt;knowing that its so low to bring a soul down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the others they strive to see a rising star and they shoot it down with lies&lt;br /&gt;with no talent with no spirit with dark hearts they eat the pure alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its so great seeing things clearly when the masks fall off in the end&lt;br /&gt;when you know about their games and that you have been fooled for awhile&lt;br /&gt;when you decide to run away and leave, it feels so freeing like breaking up with a freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know something is wrong when someone close pays too much attention to you&lt;br /&gt;follows your every move&lt;br /&gt;copies all your signature style&lt;br /&gt;you know you are in the company of a freak and a dangerous one when they put you down and still copy you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no you are not my friend&lt;br /&gt;i never chose you to be &lt;br /&gt;we are so different and not in creative ways&lt;br /&gt;no my friends are pure &lt;br /&gt;no my friends are wiser &lt;br /&gt;no i will not give in to a bully again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye liars&lt;br /&gt;bye bye freaks&lt;br /&gt;bye bye bullies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time can sometimes fail to teach people about souls and the damages of bad karma it can take people lifetimes to realize the dark road is horrible, it can even pass them away and they die not knowing how pure they could have been and that there are so many deeper layers to life other than the one shallow place they lock them selves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liars are not my friends and they will never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the liars: stay away you are creepy in every way&lt;br /&gt;you even shrunk so much in size, in my eyes you are tiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out for those who creep in to your life and want to be you for awhile or even think that they can own you or your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am free and i will not give up  my freedom for anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3484376310102501711?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3484376310102501711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dealing-with-liar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3484376310102501711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3484376310102501711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dealing-with-liar.html' title='liar liar pants on fire'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TApxG_N31tI/AAAAAAAAAeg/PVC6fKvOKDo/s72-c/images-88.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5653171887514046955</id><published>2010-06-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:14:16.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAe4UyyDaXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/su2N52EqYI8/s1600/freedom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAe4UyyDaXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/su2N52EqYI8/s320/freedom1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478550139088103794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free the artist&lt;br /&gt;freedom is the most important possession for artists and free spirits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody can own my mind&lt;br /&gt;nobody owns me&lt;br /&gt;i am free from anyone even if it means losing my security&lt;br /&gt;nothing feels better than freedom&lt;br /&gt;protect your good name &lt;br /&gt;protect your spirit &lt;br /&gt;do not hang with the question marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those without talent can envy you&lt;br /&gt;those without spirit can try to bring you down&lt;br /&gt;try to push you to the ground&lt;br /&gt;and at your happiest moment make you feel like nothing&lt;br /&gt;take your pride away when you should be holding your head high&lt;br /&gt;make up stories with no goal but to put you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people can be psycho &lt;br /&gt;trust a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the evil ones go&lt;br /&gt;or just the too fishy&lt;br /&gt;what good is success if it means no freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am free &lt;br /&gt;free to be who i want to be&lt;br /&gt;nobody owns me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5653171887514046955?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5653171887514046955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/freedom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5653171887514046955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/5653171887514046955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAe4UyyDaXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/su2N52EqYI8/s72-c/freedom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3500659733234302190</id><published>2010-05-31T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:24:32.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep your head up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAQMvf4yeDI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BAuCdnUwM0A/s1600/Skygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAQMvf4yeDI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BAuCdnUwM0A/s320/Skygirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477517056942438450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAPdPF3wfPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/HGYJhg8SfQg/s1600/images-84.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAPdPF3wfPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/HGYJhg8SfQg/s320/images-84.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464823156473074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAPdDakiAzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/x7RwYvqa3W8/s1600/images-85.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAPdDakiAzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/x7RwYvqa3W8/s320/images-85.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477464622554546994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your head up high&lt;br /&gt;do not let them bring you down&lt;br /&gt;do not let them ride you&lt;br /&gt;you are not  a free ride&lt;br /&gt;do not underestimate me&lt;br /&gt;do not think you can own me just because of my smile&lt;br /&gt;yes i am fun but that does not mean i am easy for you to boss around&lt;br /&gt;you might misunderstand the fact that i am kind&lt;br /&gt;i see beyond your shallow facade&lt;br /&gt;i see you and how dark you are inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people think they can fake who they are&lt;br /&gt;but nobody is dumb we all know what they are about&lt;br /&gt;the good are good the bad are bad&lt;br /&gt;act like you would like to be treated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dave chapel once said in a stand up comedy "if you are dressed like a policemen expect people to treat you like one, when people ask you for help you cant say just because i am dressed like a policemen does not make me one"&lt;br /&gt;so it goes for every way you like to  present yourself&lt;br /&gt;our exteriors are our ways to show the world what we want them to think of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class is what so many people lack&lt;br /&gt;and what annoys me most is people who do not respect the people around them thinking they are smarter&lt;br /&gt;and they can fool them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are those i love and we have no motives&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i we go way back&lt;br /&gt;u cant press a button and turn me into one of your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be strong stand up for your self i tell the girls like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the fake, the bossy, the abusive and the unfair you are all transparent&lt;br /&gt;i can see through you&lt;br /&gt;stay away and do not steal all my trademarks turning them into yours&lt;br /&gt;copy cats can be creepy&lt;br /&gt;coming too close too fast&lt;br /&gt;so do not tell me what i can or can not do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your head up&lt;br /&gt;do not let anyone laugh at your dreams&lt;br /&gt;do not let them put you down&lt;br /&gt;with words or chuckles&lt;br /&gt;only the insecure make you doubt your self&lt;br /&gt;you are clean, pure and a being of light let the dark ones fade away&lt;br /&gt;only your inner eye will see things clearly&lt;br /&gt;and you will know who is using you&lt;br /&gt;who is fake &lt;br /&gt;who is real&lt;br /&gt;who is good&lt;br /&gt;good people are so hard to find but they are here&lt;br /&gt;somewhere with no question marks over their haeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your head up&lt;br /&gt;be strong &lt;br /&gt;the power of the universe is inside you&lt;br /&gt;with God  on your side then who could ever stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;yes you can break free&lt;br /&gt;say no&lt;br /&gt;and let them go&lt;br /&gt;keep your heart first&lt;br /&gt;and never let them pass the barrier&lt;br /&gt;no stepping on me&lt;br /&gt;no stepping on you&lt;br /&gt;i broke free and now i found my self again&lt;br /&gt;it feels great to fly and to touch my core again&lt;br /&gt;after someone comes between you and yourself&lt;br /&gt;you need to keep them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to be me?&lt;br /&gt;you can only be you&lt;br /&gt;stay away&lt;br /&gt;i am whole alone&lt;br /&gt;i need no one&lt;br /&gt;i believe in me&lt;br /&gt;and God is inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will keep my head up&lt;br /&gt;because its good to be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3500659733234302190?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3500659733234302190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-your-head-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3500659733234302190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3500659733234302190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-your-head-up.html' title='keep your head up'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAQMvf4yeDI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BAuCdnUwM0A/s72-c/Skygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1138479861399510188</id><published>2010-05-29T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:45:01.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gender anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAGV4Gb1POI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CmEFESfA-pU/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAGV4Gb1POI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CmEFESfA-pU/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476823412891794658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold a grudge against the male gender&lt;br /&gt;i just realized how the ride can be easy for him&lt;br /&gt;he rules, he drives, he speaks louder most of the time&lt;br /&gt;he can get away with so much&lt;br /&gt;oh mom you raised me so well you hid the truth about being a girl so well&lt;br /&gt; i had no idea about the gender wars&lt;br /&gt;only recently did i know that my father wanted a boy&lt;br /&gt;never did he show it&lt;br /&gt;and never did i understand why like tonight&lt;br /&gt;i did not know about all the abuse girls go through for being girls&lt;br /&gt;you blinded me about the fact that in many places i am second class&lt;br /&gt;because i am not a he&lt;br /&gt;you did not tell me some people expect me to shut up because i'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;growing up in  an american school they fooled me showing me life through a free world&lt;br /&gt;i could speak my mind back then, i could question anyone, speak proudly and raise my head high&lt;br /&gt;but today i have come to realize that the women of the world bare so much more than their fellow men&lt;br /&gt;especially in the third world that i am from&lt;br /&gt;other than the process of life that they brought us to this world through&lt;br /&gt;and the nurturing that is often life long&lt;br /&gt;and the realm of emotions that they can feel and most men do not even know about&lt;br /&gt;always beautiful always strong&lt;br /&gt;always faithful always smiling&lt;br /&gt;through the pains of unshed tears&lt;br /&gt;so much pressure to be beautiful to be cute and to be innocent&lt;br /&gt;the egyptian culture expects a girl to be stupid and obedient fun and most of the time silent.&lt;br /&gt;a smart girl is not so happy here because she must act dumb to keep him proud &lt;br /&gt;a strong girl has to cover her strength and be dependent and fragile&lt;br /&gt;to be a girl you must be scared to be accepted you must seem weak&lt;br /&gt;you must shut up and blend in,&lt;br /&gt; keep your voice low and always be the little girl who stares at the world and leaves him to lead the ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1138479861399510188?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1138479861399510188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/gender-anger.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1138479861399510188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1138479861399510188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/gender-anger.html' title='gender anger'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/TAGV4Gb1POI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CmEFESfA-pU/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-7849427092911539672</id><published>2010-05-24T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:50:22.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my angel said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_pLpUl7YTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/NcwLPZje1bE/s1600/sufi+dancer+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_pLpUl7YTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/NcwLPZje1bE/s320/sufi+dancer+light.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474771470296768818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angel came and told me a poem&lt;br /&gt;as i opened my eyes &lt;br /&gt;the angel said:&lt;br /&gt;u say you need all the help&lt;br /&gt;and that your world has come to an end&lt;br /&gt;you ask the whole world for advice&lt;br /&gt;and still you miss the point of the test&lt;br /&gt;you believe your fellow friends&lt;br /&gt;you believe your elderly&lt;br /&gt;you believe the voices on earth &lt;br /&gt;but you never listened to the beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still have not asked him for help &lt;br /&gt;you are still too proud to kneel and beg&lt;br /&gt;your tears are so rare and your world is so &lt;br /&gt;small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still did not turn to him, he who brought the world to a start&lt;br /&gt;he who knows you more than you know your own self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angel said God promised to answer the prayers of those who pray&lt;br /&gt;yet still you refuse to ask him for help&lt;br /&gt;and you believe the promises of everyone else&lt;br /&gt;if your creator promised you something&lt;br /&gt;you should know it is for sure and that anything else is maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angel told me no matter how much people pray for me it won't do much&lt;br /&gt;i need to pray for my self&lt;br /&gt;no one else can break the code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angel told me through love, openings will show&lt;br /&gt;and the sufis way is through deep love of the prophet&lt;br /&gt;my angel told me to disappear in the love of the prophet &lt;br /&gt;my angel told me openings will appear from where i had no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my angel spoke i could see forms and lights surround us both&lt;br /&gt;and the way we met was only a message from God&lt;br /&gt;my angel was one of us&lt;br /&gt;she is an educator a professor a Dr. at the american university of cairo &lt;br /&gt;seeing her you would never have guessed that she is a seeker of light&lt;br /&gt;a lover of the prophet and a sufi with a heart as clear and pure as the angels above&lt;br /&gt;she looks like anyone of us in modern clothes and no veils or pretenses&lt;br /&gt;she was the toughest teacher in school&lt;br /&gt;and her three hour class passed like a glimpse every time&lt;br /&gt;she pushed us to reach higher levels&lt;br /&gt;she made us cry and laugh at once and in the end we would accomplish work we did not know we can ever create&lt;br /&gt;never have i met a better teacher with a divine aura that made you respect every bit of her&lt;br /&gt; and realize how precious her time is.&lt;br /&gt;she inspires, she pushes, she teaches, she is what every teacher dreams of being, and what every student seeks for in a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you Dr. Youmna S &lt;br /&gt;my favorite and most amazing teacher and mentor of all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your former student&lt;br /&gt;mennah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-7849427092911539672?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7849427092911539672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-angel-said.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7849427092911539672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/7849427092911539672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_kYw9fFPqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NBL_sRN0Vw4/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_kYw9fFPqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NBL_sRN0Vw4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474434051463265954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is our time to make our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;nobody is sitting on their ass anymore&lt;br /&gt;the world is going through a revolution&lt;br /&gt;the young are making it&lt;br /&gt;free they break the rules&lt;br /&gt;with talent or an idea the sky is the limit&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of us my generation&lt;br /&gt;is out there doing it&lt;br /&gt;the wedding is not it for the girls anymore&lt;br /&gt;everyone is making something&lt;br /&gt;selling&lt;br /&gt;showing&lt;br /&gt;they are all out there&lt;br /&gt;we are all there&lt;br /&gt;making it&lt;br /&gt;dream big because dreams come 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(tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_kYw9fFPqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NBL_sRN0Vw4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3899916981755991246</id><published>2010-05-21T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T04:41:29.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arabic Songs (Eng. Subs) Kifak Inta  كيفك إنت</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KfD_wqO0GQA/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfD_wqO0GQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfD_wqO0GQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3899916981755991246?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3899916981755991246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/arabic-songs-eng-subs-kifak-inta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3899916981755991246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3899916981755991246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/arabic-songs-eng-subs-kifak-inta.html' title='Arabic Songs (Eng. 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href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/michael-jackson-i-just-cant-stop-loving.html' title='Michael Jackson &quot; I just can&apos;t stop Loving you&quot;'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4184641053140260245</id><published>2010-05-20T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:15:45.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shakiras gypsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_WmOht4-BI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DlaXtHB-FME/s1600/shakira-gypsy-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_WmOht4-BI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DlaXtHB-FME/s320/shakira-gypsy-video.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473463690637932562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_WmIcIVfhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PgFq_SvUuZw/s1600/shakira-gypsy-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_WmIcIVfhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PgFq_SvUuZw/s320/shakira-gypsy-video.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473463586059025938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;On the road&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Sewing the pieces back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and thoughts pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Walking gets too boring&lt;br /&gt;When you learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the homecoming kind&lt;br /&gt;Take the top off&lt;br /&gt;And who knows what you might find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't confess all my sins&lt;br /&gt;You can bet I'll try it&lt;br /&gt;But You can't always win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;Are you coming with me?&lt;br /&gt;I might steal your clothes&lt;br /&gt;And wear them if they fit me&lt;br /&gt;I never made agreements&lt;br /&gt;Just like a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;And I won't back down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life's already bit me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to die&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna quit me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('Cause I'm a gypsy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;what I've done&lt;br /&gt;Scars remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of just how far that I've come&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern&lt;br /&gt;Only run with scissors&lt;br /&gt;When you want to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;Are you coming with me?&lt;br /&gt;I might steal your clothes&lt;br /&gt;And wear them if they fit me&lt;br /&gt;I don't make agreements&lt;br /&gt;Just like a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;And I won't back down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life's already bit me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to die&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna quit me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hey you&lt;br /&gt;You're no fool&lt;br /&gt;If you say 'NO'&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it just the way life goes?&lt;br /&gt;People fear what they don't know&lt;br /&gt;Come along for the ride, Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come along for the ride, whoo-hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;Are you coming with me?&lt;br /&gt;I might steal your clothes&lt;br /&gt;And wear them if they fit me&lt;br /&gt;Never made agreements&lt;br /&gt;Just like a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;And I won't back down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life's already bit me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to die&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna quit me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a gypsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4184641053140260245?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4184641053140260245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/shakiras-gypsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4184641053140260245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4184641053140260245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/shakiras-gypsy.html' title='shakiras gypsy'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_WmOht4-BI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DlaXtHB-FME/s72-c/shakira-gypsy-video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5945090617319708578</id><published>2010-05-19T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:04:30.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_Rf4KbplGI/AAAAAAAAAck/u1nwu9osxUA/s1600/glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_Rf4KbplGI/AAAAAAAAAck/u1nwu9osxUA/s320/glee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473104865639634018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching glee the new show that i am addicted to is like a trip to heaven and back&lt;div&gt;if you did not watch this show and you are into music you have to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching it im on cloud number 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joy is what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the making of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is entertainment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not like the shows with people dying and tragic plots that torture your heart and break it by your own choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i refuse to volunteer my own torture with sad shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glee is the making of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glee is a spiritual fun experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is witty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is artistic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cast is so talented its like going to Broadway every night but you are in your pj's on your own coach and broadway comes home to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is my joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was in the glee club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to sing and dance on stage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glee: now that is talent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5945090617319708578?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5945090617319708578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-show.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8090306134263738875</id><published>2010-05-19T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:32:49.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>open your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_PMTb9AY7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/DQ3YVDoMoss/s1600/Lotus_Flower_IMGP7600-650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_PMTb9AY7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/DQ3YVDoMoss/s320/Lotus_Flower_IMGP7600-650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472942606478500786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open ur mind&lt;div&gt;open ur heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;open ur soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;open ur spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;open ur arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;open up like a lotus flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its all you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be free and for the universe to give you what you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;follow your dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have fun doing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lose your self and find it in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be like the bird &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your dream will come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and do not let them laugh at your dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every great thing was first a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lose your fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't listen to your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will bring you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;follow your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fly away into the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joy will find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch the children and play like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is the biggest playground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-8090306134263738875?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8090306134263738875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/open-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8090306134263738875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/8090306134263738875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/open-your-heart.html' title='open your heart'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_PMTb9AY7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/DQ3YVDoMoss/s72-c/Lotus_Flower_IMGP7600-650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-5255631930960025265</id><published>2010-05-18T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T05:47:17.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the show will go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_KJEbfRpSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UmXB0tpM4qQ/s320/IMG_6647+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472587206399993122" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_KJEbfRpSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UmXB0tpM4qQ/s1600/IMG_6647+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_KJEbfRpSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UmXB0tpM4qQ/s1600/IMG_6647+copy.jpg"&gt;"the joys of the mystics" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S_KJEbfRpSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UmXB0tpM4qQ/s1600/IMG_6647+copy.jpg"&gt;in safarkhan zamalek&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 brazil street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look up their website&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my art is hanging there waiting for u to c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if ur not in cairo enjoy this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5255631930960025265?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5255631930960025265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/show-will-go-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4543763779959525584</id><published>2010-05-16T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:10:56.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is judgement day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-_EoK0OBoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RpNuJ-6xH5Q/s1600/images-83.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-_EoK0OBoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/RpNuJ-6xH5Q/s320/images-83.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471808266655630978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow is my judgement day&lt;div&gt;my little babies will hang on the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my loved pieces are not with me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they went to the gallery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are ready to see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will meet strangers for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the joys of the mystics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the work is ready to be judged and to communicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every piece is dear is loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every piece is from my all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should be scared and anxious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as they say i am comfortably numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is done is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is it for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happens next is not up to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my part is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest is up to the work to perform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to touch people or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to speak or to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i miss my work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pieces of me are out to be judged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow is judgement day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4543763779959525584?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4543763779959525584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/tomorrow-is-judgement-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4543763779959525584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-5-paSIJHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Ne28W7ZwCyQ/s1600/the-butterfly-dancer-by-jeen-lih-lun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-5-paSIJHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Ne28W7ZwCyQ/s320/the-butterfly-dancer-by-jeen-lih-lun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471449847196820594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may 17th is so close now&lt;div&gt;closer than ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it came rushing and did not wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said if you believe in yourself great things happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said if you commit to something it commits back and brings results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said inspiration looks for the working people to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said give it your all and it will give you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;working on my last piece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;painting it like i do not want it to end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who knows what will happen next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who knows anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy the moment that is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is free from agony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life can be great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;possibilities are every where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life can surprise you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do we meet the people we meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we run in circles and we lose so many along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always be ready who knows who you will meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and only when you give the most you can in something can someone fall in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let it consume you whatever you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are spiritual beings whirling in the universe waiting to catch the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do we prefer mediocracy when we know we are great and divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do we run away from the divine when he brought us here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people prefer to crawl through life and keep things simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying a tree is just a tree a house is just a house thinking there are no souls to the things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking life is just a coincidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we prefer the magical life where we can see the colors that the ordinary can not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where we can see the dancers in the trees and we can see the leaves as they breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bird in remembrance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tigress chasing life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the grace of a swan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the majesty of a lion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the kingdom of heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is so close now making it seem like dreams do come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-2792216839489160997?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2792216839489160997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-so-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2792216839489160997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/2792216839489160997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-so-close.html' title='its so close now'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-5-paSIJHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Ne28W7ZwCyQ/s72-c/the-butterfly-dancer-by-jeen-lih-lun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4037250881327066377</id><published>2010-05-14T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:57:27.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage</title><content type='html'>marriage is an institution designed to make single women uncomfortable and anxious&lt;div&gt;and married women too available and boring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the most important attractions in a woman is her mystery and marriage kills that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns her into a buddy by time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage is a place where expectations are hard to meet and women are always disappointed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage is a holy bond if not handled with sacredness can create disasters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage is an experiment where two beings from different worlds guess what each of them has in mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage creates unhealthy attachments that end up in a partner being choked and another heart broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage makes all the other women seem more desirable for they are the unknown and unseen for men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage is a wonderful celebration that brings people together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage is a place where your outline blurs into another and you end up confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage is a system with roles and games and twisted ways you must have the keys to survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;men are in the limelight ever after the wedding ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;men are the winners of the leading role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;women are the extras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have women displayed themselves as purchasable objects to the extent that going to a bar for a man becomes  very close to visiting the supermarket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have women revealed so much to the extent that men see them as objects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder if eve has brought her self to this position by making her body seem cheap and objectified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have men become the main characters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or have they always been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back home with their families most girls are stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and suddenly they become a thing that someone chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a toy most men are bored with by time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;routine kills romance and marriages are about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage is what every girl dreams about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it is a winning industry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;women are not food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;egyptian men say can you eat the same food every day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if its caviar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is their excuse to cheating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why could women eat the same food everyday if men can not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prostitutes have ruined it for the female population&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made women become purchasable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do women mistake showers of love with ideal romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when all men need is a fraction of women's love so they can breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most men say women are crazy for their emotional ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i say men have lost so much emotion on the ladder of corporate success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gullible men look for interested women to feed their egos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid women love too much and let their hearts torture them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4037250881327066377?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4037250881327066377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/marriage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4037250881327066377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4037250881327066377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/marriage.html' title='marriage'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-990816501364545858</id><published>2010-05-13T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T05:20:06.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be inspired</title><content type='html'>http://www.mythinglinks.org/NearEast~3monotheisms~Islam~Rabia.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-990816501364545858?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/990816501364545858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/990816501364545858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/990816501364545858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-inspired.html' title='be inspired'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-4832590160355222490</id><published>2010-05-12T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T03:35:40.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inner monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-qC_VxRwXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AA6VbegtU6s/s1600/stock-photo-modern-dancer-poses-in-front-of-the-white-wall-36240595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-qC_VxRwXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AA6VbegtU6s/s320/stock-photo-modern-dancer-poses-in-front-of-the-white-wall-36240595.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470328722082087282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crawling up on me&lt;div&gt;a date on a calendar can become so big in your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the other days fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only one day is highlighted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only one day is big in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you anticipate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you forget everyone and everything else &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wish all those who put you down would come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those you love would be there to support you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every time you accomplish something its to make your dearest ones proud and to shove it in the face of those who said you wont make it and that your ways are not welcomed in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being a freak is not so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being slightly mad brings out the new in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is great not  to be another clone of the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be yourself there is no way you are a photocopy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone thinks they are king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone thinks they know it all and that you do not know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; do not listen to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know so much, you know it inside ,dig deeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unleash the dragon inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;capable of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know things you did not think about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are great i tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just stop being so afraid of what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they know nothing anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are boring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are judgmental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are cowards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and behind their cold smiles and greetings are extremely insecure souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in silence i have found my true self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have found God in the silence and in the eyes of my loved ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the little ones are the spring time of this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is God giving us joy through listening to their giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their little feet and their voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspiration is everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just open your eyes or close them and listen to you heart for a change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-4832590160355222490?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4832590160355222490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/inner-monologue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4832590160355222490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/4832590160355222490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/inner-monologue.html' title='inner monologue'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-qC_VxRwXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AA6VbegtU6s/s72-c/stock-photo-modern-dancer-poses-in-front-of-the-white-wall-36240595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-3505157185571876459</id><published>2010-05-06T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T05:39:09.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when u make art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-K4YdXzLlI/AAAAAAAAAbE/30BfrR7HuU0/s1600/penelope-cruz-vibora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-K4YdXzLlI/AAAAAAAAAbE/30BfrR7HuU0/s320/penelope-cruz-vibora.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468135627922026066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when u make art u gotta forget about what the people will say&lt;div&gt;only when u do can u create the best out of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my exhibition is coming up may 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days away and viewers will either love or hate my work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it will not matter much what they say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because what is important is doing what u love and someway somehow it will be appreciated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; first i was terrified if they hated it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i broke free and only then did they believe in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time it is completely me, nothing to hide what is inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mirror of the heart is what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sufis way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes art is an expression of who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;colors can speak louder than words sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i wish i was not only a painter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was a singer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was an actress &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was an opera dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was a song writer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i lived on stage and back stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i could bring back the time when i was involved in theatre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish it was easier to embrace the arts in cairo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is actually not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;society is harsh that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does not let you do what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many barriers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many rules not to break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many unspoken laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God i can paint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God i can show the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God its ok to make art in this society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even writing here on this blog has been frowned upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many limits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many barriers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the only one who can judge us is God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who says art is sinful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no gift more precious than the gift of music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than the gift of colors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;art is my oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't care what they say i will keep making art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they call me a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they call me mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many have been called and who cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you make art you must shut their voices down and be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-3505157185571876459?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3505157185571876459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-u-make-art.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3505157185571876459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/3505157185571876459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-u-make-art.html' title='when u make art'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S-K4YdXzLlI/AAAAAAAAAbE/30BfrR7HuU0/s72-c/penelope-cruz-vibora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-1489960880701527897</id><published>2010-05-04T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:25:29.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you</title><content type='html'>some people are used to missing their loved ones&lt;div&gt;i am not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it might be my parent's fault they kept me too close &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since then i learned to cling hard to the people i love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not used to goodbyes and i hate them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days pass like years and no one understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i studied here in cairo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i worked here in cairo all my life i have been close to my dearest ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not used to missing my loved ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i learned something today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you start crying so hard get up and move, the shift of movement simplifies your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the worst thing you can do is stay in the same place, the sadness adds and adds until it wins over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;low blood pressure does not help either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after crying a lot drink a lot of fluids for you have been dehydrated by the massive tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surround your self by happy strong cheerful people avoid those who are like you at hard times, the vulnerable or sad bring you down more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to get used to the feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;detach your self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adapt to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is the hardest of them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every body leaves you in the end i told my self so be strong and let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing is forever, nothing is yours, nothing stays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this world is not real i told my heart, this world is not real i repeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with the colors of my brushes i lost myself behind the canvas and forgot about my dripping tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all hurt i am not ashamed of that but i want to be independent like people who lived on their own abroad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not them, all i can do is remember the divine and keep busy with art after all its makes life worth living, and too much missing can drain you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-1489960880701527897?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1489960880701527897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-used-to-missing-loved-ones.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1489960880701527897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3982882169097621627/posts/default/1489960880701527897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-used-to-missing-loved-ones.html' title='missing you'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-2075846956197385118</id><published>2010-05-03T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T06:04:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fear : my enemy</title><content type='html'>every time my wings begin to form and i'm about to fly, fear brings me down&lt;div&gt;time after time i realized who is my biggest enemy, fear is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i try to shove it down and it rises &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i try to act all tough and it comes back why should i fear a life not mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fear haunts my dreams haunts me and destroys all the good that comes my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i would not be scared anymore i wish i was bigger than my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone once asked what would you do if you were not afraid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the answer is all that is wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fear destroys love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fear depresses people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fear kills joy fear pulls me back from reaching the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these nightmarish scenarios came from fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these times i did not say what i felt, that too was fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will not hurt no one but i will not be afraid to say the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth feels great to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go away do not stay here in this body of mine you are not welcomed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fear and my mind they gang up on me and paralyze me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i hate them both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a short time i push them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i phase them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with love and joy i can win this war inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fear brought me sickness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fear brought me sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fear you are a weak existence all you aim for is bringing us down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no i don't want to be afraid anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-2075846956197385118?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2075846956197385118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-9191409350561423190</id><published>2010-05-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:32:23.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S92M6X2gjbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/7lVLTCFRtAw/s1600/images-82.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S92M6X2gjbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/7lVLTCFRtAw/s320/images-82.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466680457160592818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would not think so much&lt;div&gt;keep my life simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would not analyze or even theorize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would do what i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if it hurt the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would be a free bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no tears would tie me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would be a typical guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i were a boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-9191409350561423190?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9191409350561423190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were-boy.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-7639385042128521228</id><published>2010-04-27T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:01:35.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies when u r inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;when you do things from your heart no other joy can compare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspiration comes from so many places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S9buFFMpqzI/AAAAAAAAAas/Q1jgurU6CGw/s320/images-81.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464816968922671922" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspiration is what every artist longs for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we work all we can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when it comes things go to another level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the creative process is at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be inspired you must be open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be open you must let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to let go you must trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to trust you must have faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to have faith is to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be inspired is to be blissful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to lose yourself behind a canvas, in a song, in a poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music proves to take me higher every time i trust it with my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you are one with the universe creating art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time flies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time flies, and life is worth while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know why you came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why you are here now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there is nothing more satisfying than finding your place on earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a connection with heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspiration is everything for a creative being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you disappear and a higher force takes it's course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what good is a song if it is not heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how great is it when it touches the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some voices make life worth living just by listening to them sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some tunes make the world a better place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in music i found refuge and in art i found an outlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with colors i speak a language more powerful than words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my message is an old cliché but it never wears out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love and peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;joy and bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be inspired because an inspired life has so much more taste and meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drink from the river of inspiration like all the artists have before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;art and love  make life worth living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/gloria-estefan-cant-stay-away-from-you.html' title='Gloria Estefan  Cant Stay Away From  You       80s HQ Lyrics'/><author><name>mennah hafez (tousa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09452962996693749765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982882169097621627.post-8487181876021143321</id><published>2010-04-27T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T05:25:40.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloria Estefan - Don't Wanna Lose You - 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/i54qdr2Ioi0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i54qdr2Ioi0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S9WGO1IxTII/AAAAAAAAAaU/niarNjNXzF0/s1600/images-79.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcYx2IF48MQ/S9WGO1IxTII/AAAAAAAAAaU/niarNjNXzF0/s320/images-79.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464421312224119938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;painting my days away,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the artists work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the artists sacrifice their cleanliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their nails and fingers covered in paint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; there is always the risk of being called a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the artists of the world they put their soul out for judgement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the artists are sensitive to their surroundings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the artists work, present and wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for feedback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for backbites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for praise and criticism &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the artist is free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free the artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let them be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; they are for the people, in the end they need an audience to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3982882169097621627-5655601606876499047?l=tousablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5655601606876499047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tousablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/artist-and-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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