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I wanted to publish a blank entry, maybe just punctuating marks. I am starting a new phase in my life, and first sign I complain of is tim... -
:و الحديث على لسانها صار الوعدُ وعيدًا.. و أفزعتَ سُكر أرجائي صراخًا.. و رعيدًا غابة المطر تلك التي تهجأت ثمارها عشقًا و هيامًا...
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حسن الحضارة مجلوب بتطرية *** و في البداوة حسن غير مجلوب It’s unusual for me to start an article with an Arabic poem. However, this entry ha... -
Humanity I just had left the hospital. Every time I have to work on weekends or late times, I think why am I here? Is it an obligat... -
My Egyptian tutor sits over that chair, in the smoking room, taking a deep breath of his cigarette. He closes his eyes while he inhales it,... -
When I was a boy, I remember reading a story about a rich man and a poor one. The rich man’s child used to watch monologue shows in the poor...
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Open your eyes to the new reality, we’re sick because we're ordinary, and healthy people. Greatness always comes hand in hand with oddne...
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The chances of the regime to save your life are almost equal to that you may die because of the treatment. So, why do we use such drugs to s...
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Why do we tend to be complicated? In Starbucks, coffee could be only coffee. We don’t have to add milk, sugar, chocolate, and in some case... -
The inhibition, we limit ourselves to, is a sad story. So, a free soul can be limitlessly creative. The odd attitude which great people sh...
I am waiting for something, opening websites at random.. Experiencing the torture of the passing time, handling the memory of the mix of smells, and remembering that it is all about lust now.
My brain deleted every memory, and my nose is my only evidence of your existence.. I miss the smell of fresh blood, the smell of your wet lips, the smell of desire, lust, and regret. They all have no color, just a wavy fading smell... I am blind now, what would I want to see? A world with no colors? Or a mind that cannot draw a full picture? It smells like dancing under the rain, it smells like your laugh, I even close my nose to stop the strong scent of tears that popped up. I keep forgetting that I am the devil, who can the devil blame his sins on? I am sure now, this is the question he kept praying to God to answer, and I am praying for you to answer me until you create some Adam and Eve to get rid of me like God did to the devil…. Dear lover, I won’t bow!
First English piece that I kinda like,
Saturday 26th 2009