[81/365] Worlds Apart

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Looking in time at the current lives of those we left behind, in all cases, it leaves me in the weirdest state of awe!

Those who turned out to not be like they claimed to be..
I’m not saying they’re lying, they might not, they might not have known themselves quite well. They might have wished to be better, they might have actually changed. But eventually they weren’t supposed to last, they weren’t supposed to be in our lives to begin with. Going back, we think that knowing them at all was a sin, and yet we gave them pieces and portions of what they shouldn’t have.

Those who wronged us, left us drowning in a pond of tears and blood and went on to live happily ever after…
And we don’t know what we did to deserve this, and how can they get away with it. Makes us reconsider our own definitions, and doubt our actions and intentions. We wonder if we worth it, and if they were at all right. Makes us think of those who ended up with them, do they ever feel that they built their happiness on the misery of someone else? But then again, karma isn’t always instant, sometimes it takes time, sometimes it’s all kept for the after life.

But, do they ever know? And do we ever know?

And finally, those who can’t get their peace of mind..
Those who are like us falling in and out, and their life is a series of downs and downs. Those who are savoring from the same cup as we. They make us feel like we are all strayed souls who were starving for any kind of peace, and at a point in time we stumbled upon each others, and thought we found home. But it turned out they are not, according to the rules of meant-to-bes.

Makes me wonder, how do we always think of those places we can’t reach and territories we can’t claim, do we ever think about how many souls we have to drain before we can be as happy as those who ruined our lives?

[80/365] Wear and Tear

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Something changed in me — or better yet broke inside of me – and I can’t blame sickness for it. I can’t quite put my hands on the reasons, but I can sense the change. I can feel that I need a new trip to discover who I’ve turned into in these past couple of years.
I’ve been thrown from one life changing experience to the next, my life has been immensely flicking, although it’s more likely to seem sluggish. I go through something as one person and walk out as another, I can barely recognize myself, anymore.

And it’s not a bad thing in the essence, despite how I hate change and regardless of how hard I could let myself adapt to things but I happened to have a deal with myself, to accept and cherish the person who I become, come what may. And I’m not sure if it’s that being loyal to that deal or that I’m finally breaking the barriers of fear, or simply that I don’t care.

Maybe, I’m finally letting it be worse, or maybe I’m only coming off stronger and relentless.

The downside of this is that I got so used to losing that I no longer obsess about clinging to things. I no longer care to clinch anything with my hands, I don’t care if I owned, cause I’ll end up losing, anyway.

[79/365] An Open Letter to 20-Year-Olds

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For most people, nine years don’t really feel like a long time. Except for me, here and now, standing at the threshold of my 30s. After everything I’ve been through, it seems like I’ve just survived a World War, like I’ve just woken up from a coma to a completely different person.

And for that stranger I was nine years ago, I’m writing a letter that I think could benefit most bright-eyed and naive 20-year-olds.

Read more: An Open Letter to 20-Year-Olds http://scoopempire.com/letter-20-year-old-self/#ixzz32XEWvNPe
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[78/365] A Letter to My Readers

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Dear reader,

So, I write about facts, about stuff I notice in my surroundings. I write about people, certain people, who are here and there. I write about lousy women, failing parents, men who happened to be jerks. I write about Egyptians, about people in different types of circles, I write about majorities.

I’m an angry person who writes cause she cares; I write cause I can’t take seeing any of this crap I’m seeing on daily basis, I’m writing cause I can’t change anything, I write as a way of objection.

But what I don’t do is generalize. I repeat, I never generalize!

So please, if you read any of my writings, and felt differently about them, you’re free to disagree with me all you want, criticize them all you want. But please save your breath whenever you feel like telling me that I can’t generalize, or how what you just read isn’t true.

Because how you reply says so much about you, when you’re defensive, it shows that you’re deeply in denial, you wanna bury your head in the sand and only see what you wanna see about “your Egypt”.

Did it ever occur to you that there are stuff you don’t see in your circle? That your life is a bit easier than the other person’s that you trying to diminish their agony. It’s like saying there are no slums cause you have none in your elite neighborhood, and that my friend, what I call ضيق الأفق.

Yours,

[77/365] 8 Unspoken Secrets of the Egyptian Society

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Take a look at Egyptian society. A traditional, conservative nation. Kind, funny, friendly people. Families that seem close and have a certain unshakable bond. Such a beautiful first impression, but this is just the surface.

Want to delve into the secret world that lies beyond that exterior?

Read on…

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[76/365] Fear

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Few things scared me in the past; they didn’t include death, or sickness, or heartache, and not loneliness. I could handle all that, but what really scared me (and still does), is the unknown, sudden major changes, being underestimated, and being a disappointment.

And somehow everything I’ve ever feared happened to me, and still happening!

It’s not like my fear prevents anything from happening, or that I plan for them to not happen – I barely plan my day to begin with. It’s just that I can’t take the consequences of such things, I get crippled whenever any of them decide to take place.

 

And generally my life never been a picnic, at any moment in time. It’s always been tough on me; series of worst case scenarios mixed with my worst nightmares implemented in real life. And I’m not sure why I had to be exceptionally talented in how unfortunate I can be.

And right now, I’ve been diagnosed with a chronic disease that no one could even detect, after surviving a huge emotional hurdle and a great depression (which I’m not even sure if I even recovered), and many other things I lost count, trying to remember. And I don’t know how to feel about all this, that I feel nothing. I loathed life a long time ago that the news of being sick didn’t make me flinch.

I sometimes think I’m feeling fine about being sick, for some reason physical pain is more bearable to me than emotional pain. Somehow I’d rather be crippled than depressed. At least people would sympathize with your pain rather than diminish how you’re might be feeling. At least I can forget how it feels for me not to be able to walk, two weeks after, but that time I was suicidal will never depart my memory, even though it happened two years ago.

I don’t know why all this is happening to me, and I have a weird feeling of relieve, that I got to explore life to that extent at this age, but at the same time I catch myself fearing what else could ever happen.

 

Because every time I think it can’t get any worse, it simply does!

[75/365] Message from the Grave

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I told my mum, she would bury me one day. And I proved her right. 

My anticipation about my death was so glaring, it wasn’t a secret that my life was sucked out of me by the day.

And I always wondered why do People connect youth with life? why would anyone seeing me across a room filled with people distinguish me as the merrier, the livelier, the healthier, the one with all the peace of mind. And when I start to argue otherwise, their judgment would always be “it will pass”, “it will go away.”  They reject our pain in order to feel relieved, in order to be able to live their lives fully. But it’s such a shame that it neither passes, nor goes away. As we, youth, half of us are dead and even those who are still alive are half dead.

I always wondered how people go from sad to mad, how they lose their minds trying to make sense of things, how they go from angry to dead, how they exhaust their every option until they exhaust themselves. and then I wondered how much It could take me before I go lunatic or hit the finish line.

How much bullshit, how much pressure, how much unfairness, how much effort, how much of myself I had to compromise in order for me to keep my sanity or my faith or my morals intact?

I might be flat on the ground now, but I haven’t died just today, I died a long time ago. With everything that ever happened to me. The collective of my misfortune that I tried my best to make peace with.

You see, this peace, it didn’t make my life easier, it just barely let me survive it. It made me accept more than my default capacity can take. but eventually my reality piled up and summoned the potential agony that I had to go through and this which existed in the retrospect forming a demon that scared me at night for as long as I can remember, it’s the demon that weighed on my existent until it ceased to exit.

Until there is nothing left to bury…

[74/365] 8 reasons Why Egypt is a Miserable Country

According to this article Egypt ranked no. 6 in a list of Most miserable countries in the world for unemployment. The article addressed the problem strictly from an economical POV, but let me tell you that even employed inhabitants can relate to being miserable, as well.

 

People living abroad tend to argue otherwise, they can’t even imagine what Egypt is doing to us on daily basis.

So, let me list you some other reasons why Egypt can make it to the top of the list.

1- Streets of Egypt hate women

And I’m not saying that as a feminist – I’m the opposite of it, I’m saying this as a woman who suffers on daily basis. When I walk down the streets, I can’t relax for a moment, literally, I have to watch out for any potential harassment, kidnapping or theft.

Personally I got clinical anxiety, that led me to change my whole lifestyle based on that constant panic!

And I wish everyday I wasn’t living here.

2- Social standards

According to people, I’m always a failure. Why aren’t you married yet? Why did you study this? Why do you work that? Why do you go there? Who do you meet? Why do you weigh this much? What do you mean you don’t want children?

People never stop getting their nose into your business, they never, I mean NEVER shut up about other’s life, and not in a nice way, they rather never stop judging each and everyone, thinking their life is better and they should preach you to make yours exactly like theirs.

3- Interaction BS

In order for you to exist anywhere you have to interact with people. Each and every interaction with an Egyptian can give you good high blood pressure. Most of the time it has something to do with the screwed up moral system.

Egyptians now evolved into this greedy-will-kill-to-survive creatures, they stripped out of humanity and started making a new breed.

Egyptians and empathy don’t mix, they’re unhappy and try to make everyone around them unhappy, too. They exert every bit of their soul trying to make others suffer what they had to suffer themselves. What they don’t really grasp is that everyone have their own daily struggles, and they’re better off.

So, basically, anyone who wants to leave their morals/values intact they end up suffering from anger episodes or depression. Or they give them up in the process cause they’re always getting in the way of surviving this BS!

4- Parents

If your Egyptian parents didn’t control your life at some point in life, you’re one of the very few lucky ones. Egyptian parents control education, they decide who you should marry and not marry. They’re clingy and take offense in one’s individuality. They make their children miserable, but that’s ok, because they give birth to them, it’s their granted right.

And in order to rebel against it, you’ll have to lose them. But then again, losing family makes one lost, so you’re doomed either way.

5- No quality service 

  • Although there is tons of doctors graduating med school every year, yet the right diagnosis can take years, tons of money, energy, and sometimes lives. Not to mention how hard it is to find a doctor who actually cares about his/her patients.
  • Most of the goods at the stores are crappy, you might buy something at original store only to find it’s rather a first copy.
  • Internet is very slow, very expensive and companies never respect the customer.
  • Electricity is being cut on daily basis; this crisis have been increasing and all government does is asking people to rationalize their power usage, which is a good approach but not with Egyptians. Given the fact that streets’ lamps can be seen lit up in the day light.
  • If you bought something online you find yourself paying 4 times the original price, because of the crazily expensive customs.
  • Our right of a clean environment isn’t even considered, trash is everywhere. There is no garbage cans or decent services for such thing. Not to mention the pollution cloud that you can easily spot.
  • And the list goes on…

6- Political life

Egyptians take political life very seriously, they might kill each other to prove their point. They really think they matter, or that what they want matters. One fact Egyptians disregard is political life is never as it appears to be. They romanticize political figures and they raise high expectations and end up disappointed.

We’re residing among bunch of people who are trying to shove their views down our throats, they think they’re absolutely right and each and every person who disagree, try to rationalize, or even refuse to talk is a traitor.

7- Daily traffic

Traffic is becoming hell, it’s affecting our daily life; wasting your mornings on traffic, ending your hectic day with traffic. Being forced to witness how Egyptians think they’re better than each and everyone of those who happened to be stuck there with them, trying to crowd their own way, like the world revolves around their freaking life, and ending up making it much much worse! And no, they don’t seem to ever realize the consequences of their foolish actions, which only helps us getting a little step closer to suicide!

8- No Safety

Egyptians don’t feel safe in their own country; media and police have been playing insecurity card since the revolution. Not to mention that there is no applying or respecting laws so it’s a chance on a silver platter for anyone who would wanna get away with anything illegal.

No wonder how much thefts and murders are avidly taking place recently.

 

I can go on forever, writing more and more reasons why this country is a pitch black hole of misery, but that’s enough for now!

[73/365] هل الحياه إختيارات؟

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لطالما إعتقدت أننا مخيريين، نختار السعاده، نختار الأقران، نختار العمل، نختار طرق نسلكها في حياتنا، كما تفرضها تلك الشعارات الواهيه وكما يوعظنا هؤلاء “الناجحين”، من لهم تجارب عظيمه في الإختيارات.

و لكن عندما تسعى و تختار طريقاً تسلكه، عندما تبدو أنها أخيراً فرصتك المتجليه للسيطره على مصيرك، قد تفشل. و لن يكون هذا سبب حزنك الوحيد، فقد لا تسلم من ألسن هؤلاء الذين شجعوك على الإختيار مسبقاً و لكن تلك المره سيعطونك دروساً حياتيه عن المضى في الحياه و عن تقبل الواقع وعن السعاده و الرضا، وعلى الرغم من عدم تحملهم أنفسهم عقابتهم الحياتيه البسيطه.

يحاولون مساعدتك، و ينتهي بهم الأمر لتعجيزك ولإصابتك بالإحباط. يجبروك على إختيار أخر، فبعد محاولاتك وعدم إستطاعتك تطبيقه على حياتك، وعلى الرغم من عدم تفهمهم صعوبة الإحباطات التي تواجهك، فلم تكسرهم شوكة الحياه من قبل. يريدون الشعور بالقوه والسيطره على حياه لا يمتلكوها ليشعروا بالراحه النفسيه أنهم ساعدوا الغير. من يظن هؤلاء أنفسهم؟

بعد قرابة العامين من اللا إختيار، الآن أكاد أؤكد أن إختيارتي لاعلاقة له بما يحدث لي في الحياه، لأن الأمر في النهايه مقدر لي ومحتوم. إختياري لسعادتي لا يحدث إلا لو كنت مسيره، لا يمكنني إمتلاكها أو إمتلاك أي شئ ظننت أستحقاقي له بجداره، لو لم أكن مسيره. و ذلك، من إختار أن يتحدي إختياري و يحرمني منه، لم يقف في الطريق إلا لأنه كان مسير هو الأخر.

كلنا مسيرين، بطريقه أو بأخرى، لسبب أو لأخر. ولو كان ربي إختار لي الشقاء لتكفير ذنوب – مثلاً، فقد إختار في المقابل لهؤلاء المسببين شعورهم بإمتلاك قوى مزيفه، أنهم أقدر مني، أنهم أقوى من الأقدار، أقوى من الخالق، و أنهم أقدر على التحكم في حياتهم وحياتي. وربما لو كانوا أداه لتقريبي من الله، و تقبل قضاؤه، كنت أنا أيضاً سبباً لإظهار جانبهم الشيطاني ،أداه لبعدهم عنه ولشقاءهم فيما بعد.

إخترت ألا أكرههم، وألا أتمنى لهم الشر، ولكني لا أستطيع أن أسامحهم. على الرغم من محاولتي.

مع أن الزمن نسبياً ضمد جراحي، مقارنة بما سبق (الآن أستطيع ممارسه حياتي مع بعض الإنهيار المقبول) و لكني مازالت أشعر به، ذلك الألم التائه في أحشائي و الذي يرفض الإختفاء، ويصر على تذكيري كل يوم بوجوده الجلي. وعلى الرغم من تجاربي وإختيارتي المتكرره للتخلص منه. و لكن، في النهايه، تقبلته، صادقته، سلمت لإحتمال أن كُتب لي العذاب.

ولهذا السبب حياتي ليست سلسله من الإختيارات، إذاً أنا لست مخيره.

وتقبل هذه الحقيقه بالنسبه لي هو منتهى القوه، و ليس ضعفاً كما قد يدعي البعض.

[72/365] Jar of Dead Objects

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I’ve always been lots of things, that I am not anymore.

For instance, I’ve been a neat freak. A mediocre one, that would sometimes get sick of the self restrictions or let it slip due to laziness or weariness, but generally I never took any mess.

I remember the last time I tidied my room, it was a time when I was at my happiest. Back then, I was cleaning everything, my life, my soul, my mind, as I was my room. I remember how immaculate, spotless and sparkly it was that day, because ever-since, nothing is ever the same.

That day someone entered my room, a stranger who presented herself as a loving mother yet she resented me for some unknown reason.

It sadden me that she was the only one who could see my virgin state of mind.

She sat there staring through my pure, clean slate and left with an intention of staining all over it. She left the room, dimming the magic I’ve sprinkled all over the walls.

This room, those four walls are the gate to my soul, they never feel the same again; the room got tighter, and tighter, I could feel the walls clinching on my bones. It got messier, it could barely bother me anymore.

I could sense the process of my dying soul, and the weakening of my habits. And ended up adding them to my collection of dead objects.

But to me, this person, will always be the last to see me right before I break, to me she will always be the one who walked down my parade with her muddy shoes, who wretched my purest intentions. She looked me in the eyes, saw vulnerability seeping through me, yet decided to shatter everything I was, or tried to be, with her bare hand.

Once upon a time I was many things, but not anymore. I’ve turned into a bitter, pathetic, half-dead, hoarder, who doesn’t give a shit about the clutter and all the mess on each and every corner of this room, or this life for that matter.

And, I blame her, everyday, for who I am, ever since, and who I am not.

Some people happen to you, and you are forever gone!

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