tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76846862009-03-01T18:50:29.222+02:00¿Por qué y Para qué ? ... ليه و علشان إيه؟؟Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1148050769680659612006-05-19T17:55:00.000+03:002006-05-19T17:59:29.766+03:00أنا عزِلت<div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://shamoussa.wordpress.com"><span style="font-size:180%;">هناك</span></a>
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114805076968065961?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1145483309131924532006-04-19T23:43:00.000+02:002006-04-19T23:48:30.880+02:00أجازة<div align="right">نظراً لوجود بعض اللخبطة و مابقاش واضح مين فينا إللي بيمتلك التاني، فأنا هأعلِم البلوج ده الأدب و أسيبه شوية</div><div align="right">أشوفكم على خير بعد ما ربنا يشفيني</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114548330913192453?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1144887591666108442006-04-13T01:58:00.000+02:002006-04-14T12:19:09.806+02:00ناتاشا و الوطن<div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:130%;">سكرت بخمر الوطنية اللذيذ و انتشيت و هتفت بأعلى ما لديَّ من صوت "تحيا مصر!"، قفزت و صرخت و تحمست و .. كسبنا الماتش ثم خرجت من الاستاد و رأيت الزبالة في كل حتة فذَبٌلَت على شفتاي الهتافات و كأنما سقطت من سابع سما إلي سابع أرض...
نعم عزيزتي.. هذه هي بلادِك، هذا هو وطنِك..
أتذكر الخالدة كوكي كاك و سؤالها الشهير : يعني إيه كلمة وطن؟؟ لا أتذكر بماذا جاوبوها و لا أكترث فكوكي كانت طفلة في ذلك الحين و نحن في العادة نكذب على الأطفال
</span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a title="Natacha 12dots" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/114321326_5c85dc446d_o.jpg"><img height="284" alt="Natacha 12dots" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/114321326_5c85dc446d_o.jpg" width="363" /></a>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natacha_Atlas"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">ناتاشا أطلس</span></a>.. المصريين يعرفوها أحسن بأنها راقصة الألفية السابعة التي كانت تغني مع جان ميشال جار (أيوة، رقاصة الميلينيوم)
ولدت لأب مصري و أم إنجليزية، تربت في الحي المغربي في بروكسل وتصر على إنها مصرية
يتضمن كل ألبوم تصدره ناتاشا أغنية عن مصر الوطن و كيف تفتقده، آخرها أغنية <a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://song5.6arab.com/natasha-a6las_wa7ashny.rm">واحشني</a> في الألبوم الذي يصدر آخر هذا الشهر بعنوان "مش معقول" و الذي تسرب <a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://6arab.com/singers-ar/west/natasha-ar.shtml">هنا</a> بشكل أو بآخر
فاء، شين،ألف،كاف، ألف و سين بيذاكروا لمعادلة كندا
راء و باء بيعملوا معادلة أمريكا
دال و راء بيعملوا الدكتوراه في أمريكا
ميم سافرت من بعد ثانوية عامة تذاكر في كندا و حتى الآن لم تعد
سين ناوي يرجع أمريكا تاني بأي شكل
راء راجع المحروسة خلاص بس أكيد سيضطر للسفر عدة مرات أخرى لو نفسه يخلص شغله صحيح
هل تحولتِ يا حبيبتي إلى مقبرة للأحلام؟
</span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a title="Mish Maoul" href="http://static.flickr.com/51/114321785_4d8c86f2a4_o.jpg"><img height="294" alt="Mish Maoul" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/114321785_4d8c86f2a4_o.jpg" width="450" /></a>
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</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >آه يا تراب بلادي
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >أد إيه بأحبك</span><span style="font-size:130%;">
و أما ناتاشا فتود العودة إلى أرض مصر! او هكذا تقول في أغنية "بلادي"
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >جدوري، روحي، الدم في عروقي
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >كل حاجة فيَّ بتدور عليكِ
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >و إزاي بعد هجر ترجعي و تحِنّي
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >لترابك من تاني
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >آه يا تراب بلادي</span><span style="font-size:130%;">
مع إنني متأكدة أن الكثيرين على استعداد تام لمقايضة جوازات سفرهم بجواز سفر ناتاشا البلجيكي!
</span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><a title="Natacha" href="http://static.flickr.com/41/114321327_8edbf00843_o.jpg"><img height="190" alt="Natacha" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/114321327_8edbf00843_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;">
</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">و أما هي فتغني باللهجة المصرية و تمزج الجمل الموسيقية الشرقية ببعض الإيقاعات الغربية و في النهاية تخرج أغانيها أكثر شرقية من مطربينا المحليين غفر الله لهم
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >آه، إزاي أتعلم أخليكي
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >حتة مني معايا و جوايا
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >في كل زمان و في أي مكان</span><span style="font-size:130%;">
أحياناً أشعر أنني أحب الوطن و لكنه لا يبادلني نفس الإحساس
أحياناً أرى أن ما يربطني به هو الأهل و الأصدقاء و أحياناً أخرى أشعر أن إرتباطي به يتخطى المعنى الملموس
على الرغم من إيماني بأن الله ترك خليقته حرة، إلا أنني مازلت أصر على أنني ولدت هنا لسبب ما و يتلاشى كل يوم بعض من أملي في إكتشافه
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >يا ريتني أرجعلك يا بلدي
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >و أعيش بين أحضانِك من تاني
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >آه يا تراب بلادي</span><span style="font-size:130%;">
قد تعللون أسلوب ناتاشا بكل الأسباب.. ولكن لن تخطئوا نبرة الشجن في صوتها و هي تغني <a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/5431293"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">"بلادي"</span></a> بهذا الكم الهائل من الإحساس و الصدق.. فكم تمزق قلبي و أنا أسمعها و أنظر لحالي أنا و أصدقائي
</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" >آه، إزاي أتعلم أخليكي حتة مني معايا و جوايا؟؟</span><span style="font-size:130%;">
</span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a title="natacha dance" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/114321324_ebd9a501f0_o.jpg"><img height="367" alt="natacha dance" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/114321324_ebd9a501f0_o.jpg" width="236" /></a>
</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">أقامت ناتاشا سنة في مصر بعد حفل الألفية و قامت بتجهيز أغلب ألبومها "عيشتني" في القاهرة و يبدو أنه ما زال لديها بعض الأقارب في مصر.
تخطوا زي الرقص الشرقي التي ترتديه فتجدوا فنانة تحذف بعض أغنياتها أحياناً في مصر من الألبومات لكونها "سياسية جداً" أو بها بعض الإغراء!
أنقل شبه حرفياً عن <a href="http://www.mish-maoul.com/">موقع ألبومها الجديد</a> على لسان ماري روبنسون رئيسةأيرلندا السابقة عتد تعيينها سفيرة للنوايا الحسنة عم 2001 في مؤتمر الأمم المتحدة ضد التمييز العنصري " ناتاشا تجسد رسالة أن هناك قوة في التنوع، أن إختلافاتنا مهما تكن - عرقية، جنسية، دينية - ما هي إلا مصادر غِنَى نتقبلها و نحتضنها بدلآَ من أن نهابها" بس ه طبعاً مش عندنا.. لأنه الإختلاف عيب زي ما <a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_24.html">سبق و قلت لكم</a>
شكراً كريستوف القائم على<a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.natachaatlas.net"> الموقع شبه الرسمي</a> لإجابته على أسئلتي
روابط أخرى:
<a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/5431293">بلادي</a>
<a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/6320494">أغنية "سياسية جداً" محذوفة من ألبوم جديدة</a>
<a href="http://www.muslimwakeup.com/main/archives/2003/08/dreaming_in_two.php">حوار مع ناتاشا</a>
<a href="http://www.mish-maoul.com">موقع "مش معقول" الألبوم الجديد</a>
<a href="http://www.natachaatlas.net">المزيد</a>
</span><span style="font-size:130%;">كلمات الأغانية في التدوينة من أغنية بلادي
الصور ما عدا صورة حفل الألفية بعدسة الفنان <a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youssefnabil.com/">يوسف نبيل</a>
</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114488759166610844?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1144366150718524472006-04-06T23:59:00.000+02:002006-04-07T01:33:12.353+02:00اليوم<div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">اليوم كنت سعيدة</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">اليوم عملت بحماس و نشاط</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">اليوم وزعت إبتساماتي العريضة على الجميع</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">اليوم أصغيت لأحاديث زملائي بقلب هادئ</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">اليوم تأخرت في العمل بكامل إرادتي و بلا تذمر</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">اليوم احتفظت بإبتسامتي طوال طريق العودة و أنا أتأمل الشوارع من نافذة التاكسي</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">اليوم كان آخر يوم عمل لي في هذا المكان</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">اليوم قد تحررت لأنطلق في البحث عن ذاتي مرة أخرى</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">أنا حقاً سعيدة</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114436615071852447?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1144233505346463162006-04-05T12:23:00.000+02:002006-04-05T12:40:55.726+02:00محمود فارشيان ... الساحر<div align="center"><a title="Dawn" href="http://static.flickr.com/42/123661104_b5d7b832c6_o.jpg"><img height="655" alt="Dawn" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/123661104_b5d7b832c6_o.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">ولد في مدينة أصفهان بإيران عام 1930</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">يستوحي لوحاته من الشعر الكلاسيكي، الأدب، القرآن، الكتب المقدسة المسيحية و اليهودية و خياله الخاص</span></div><div align="right"><a href="http://www.farshchianart.com/fa/html/onlineart.htm"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>لوحاته</strong> </span></a><span style="color:#000099;">على </span><a href="http://www.farshchianart.com/fa/index.htm"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>الموقع الرسم</strong><strong>ي</strong></span></a></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114423350534646316?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1144232506441352732006-04-05T11:37:00.000+02:002006-04-05T12:21:46.556+02:00حتة كده لزوم الوجع<div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">من يومين في التاكسي، اشتغلت على قائمة الأغاني أغنية <a href="http://egyptian.salmiya.net/songs/elhajjar/rm/hajjar125.rm"><span style="color:#993399;">يا مصري</span> </a>لعلي الحجار</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>يا مصري ليه دنياك لخابيط و الغلب محيط</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>و العنكبوت عشش ع الحيط و سرح ع الغيط</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">وكمان بيقول فيها </span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>و مهولاتي تحب تزيط</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>ساعة الفرح زغاريط تنطيط</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>و في المياتم هات يا صويت</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>و في المظاهرات سخن تشيط</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>و في الإنتخاب تنسى التصويت</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">آآي و علشان ييجي على الجرح بقى</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"> <strong>ليه بترشي و تتساهل </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><u>و تبيع حقوقك بالساهل</u></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>تستاهل النار تستاهل</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>يا غويط و يحسبك الجاهل</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>ساهل و ساهي و غبي و عبيط</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">فكرني بالـ 100 جنيه بتاعت السلوم، هو صحيح ما فيش فايدة؟ ولا ده أنا بس؟؟</span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">الأغنية فكرتني كمان بدكتور هاني، أول واحد سمعهالنا في معسكر رأس سدر من سنتين.. يا ترى فينه دلوقتِ؟؟</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114423250644135273?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1143832363812212432006-03-31T20:50:00.000+02:002006-03-31T21:12:43.920+02:00Solar Eclipse<div align="center"><a href="http://static.flickr.com/56/120684732_14f60488e1_o.jpg" title="Totality"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/120684732_14f60488e1_o.jpg" width="450" height="301" alt="totality2" /></a></div>
<span style="color:#000099;">It was awesome, thank you </span><a href="http://africano.manalaa.net"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Africano</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://zamakan.gharbeia.org"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Alif</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://ghandy.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Ghandy</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://mostafa.foolab.org"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Mostafa</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://endehash.manalaa.net"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">M.Y</span></a><span style="color:#ffcc33;">. <span style="color:#000099;">&</span> </span><a href="http://o26.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Set Na3ama</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">, it would've been impossible and not as much fun without you guys!!</span>
<div align="center"><a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/120719731_1d62a67baf_o.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/120719731_1d62a67baf_o.jpg" width="460" height="338" alt="group watch" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">The Eclipsers!!</span></div>
<div align="center"><a href="http://static.flickr.com/37/120710644_56350e357e.jpg" title="el fankoush"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/120710644_56350e357e.jpg" width="339" height="500" alt="fankoush" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">El Fankoush: Invented by the guys to folllow the eclipse without looking at the sky all the time, it was awesome, it attracted lots of people too!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">More photos: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12012135@N00/"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Africano</span></a> & <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mostafa_hussein/"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Mostafa</span></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114383236381221243?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1143496169731060382006-03-28T00:16:00.000+02:002006-03-28T00:18:21.426+02:00Old news.. Shakira very very bad!<span style="color:#000099;">OK, so it might be an old news but I recently found this article in a bilingual newspaper called "The Arab Ambassador" in last February's issue and I wanted to comment on it
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<div align="center"><a title="arab ambassador" href="http://static.flickr.com/48/118966652_ee83baf519_b.jpg"><img height="500" alt="arab ambassador" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/118966652_ee83baf519_b.jpg" width="348" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://static.flickr.com/48/118966652_ee83baf519_b.jpg">Click to read article </a></div><div align="center">
</div><span style="color:#000099;">I'm not sure if the album is being marketed yet or no, but here are the lyrics of </span><a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/shakira/howdoyoudo.html"><span style="color:#ffffff;">"How do you do"</span></a><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span>, it's quite a nice song actually!
My comment (or rather my question is) are we that unsure and weak that we have to ban anything different? Can a human bein offend the Almighty? Why can't we be given the freedom of choice? Can't we tell if it's OK to talk about God that way or no? Who is this distributor to think for me and decide that it's not OK that Shakira says to God that she will forgive Him if He forgives her!!
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<div align="center"><a title="Oral Fixation" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/118969990_4d183c4130.jpg"><img height="240" alt="oral fixation" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/118969990_4d183c4130.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">All my life I've been taught that we learn to be able to make our own choices, it's what I've done in every volunteer activity I've taken, prepare the children I was working with to make their own choices.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">I think that it involves seeing all the alternatives and weighting things in the eyes of God and then choosing for themselves (having been given all the necessary data)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">The song has actually parts of the Lord's prayer, I only heard of banning it in the middle east! If somebody heard it was banned somewhere else, please tell me..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">This reminds me of the one time, one of my college buddies had to shave his goatie because the responsible thought it was inappropriate for the teens that my friend was serving in Sunday school to see their teacher (and role model) act like that.. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">I mean what's wrong with the goatie?? Oh sure.. it's very bad to be cool ;) And I thought then that one alternative has been taken away from these teens judgment.. cause someone made the choice for them and categorized the goatie as inapropriate!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">Please.. let us think for ourselves! That's all I'm asking! Which means leave the song and let us say it's bad.. don't do it for us.. And please don't think that I'm comparing a goatie to the "inappropriate" song!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">PS: While searching for any online link about the same issue to use here instead of the article's photo, <a href="http://www.djricomixshow.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=1813"><span style="color:#ffffff;">I found this in a forum</span></a>! Check out the<a href="http://www.djricomixshow.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=1813"> cover censorship </a>.. it's hilarious!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114349616973106038?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1143073793009140942006-03-23T02:26:00.000+02:002006-03-23T02:29:53.023+02:00هكذا تكلم المحمودين<div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">محمود سعد: طب اشرحلي كده، أنا مواطن من الشارع</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">محمود محي الدين: و أنا وزير من الشارع</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">هأأأأوووو</span><span style="color:#000099;">و</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">البيت بيتك - القناة الثانية - 22 مارس 2006</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114307379300914094?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1142984927818834632006-03-22T01:47:00.000+02:002006-03-22T01:48:47.830+02:00I want one of those!<span style="color:#000099;">This is a Superblob</span>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><a title="Superblob" href="http://static.flickr.com/44/116062745_9eed3d6307_o.jpg"><img height="280" alt="superblob" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/116062745_9eed3d6307_o.jpg" width="350" /></a></span></div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><div align="left">
<span style="color:#000099;">Designed by </span><a href="http://www.karimrashid.com"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Karim Rashid</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">, he's a top Egyptian-British, New York based designer</span> </div><div align="center">
<span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="http://static.flickr.com/40/116062744_33b115e744_m.jpg" title="superblob"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/116062744_33b115e744_m.jpg" width="240" height="144" alt="superblob" /></a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">It looks so comfy, no?? </span>
<span style="color:#000099;">Ok, hold your breath, it starts from $1300. Can we afford it?? no?? you sure?? Too bad.. I was planning to receive one for my birthday..</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114298492781883463?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1142888574281495512006-03-21T01:00:00.000+02:002006-03-20T23:02:54.293+02:00يوم جديد<div align="right"><span style="color:#000099;">أضاء الوميض فجأة، أضاء فملأ حياتي بالنور، أضاء فأعماني بنوره
لم أعد أرى إلا النور الذي يغطي كل شئ، لم أعد أنطق.. كأنما لم أعد أنا ذاتي
صرت أتلقى و لا أعبر.. كأنما لا أعرفني صرت لا أتكلم بعدما كان صوتي عالياً
أحببت الضوء و وددت لو ملأ حياتي إلى الأبد حتى لو كان قدري أن يمحوني
ثم إنطفئت الأنوار و لم أعد أرى شيئاً
فلا ضوئي و لا نور النهار و لا مفردات حياتي المألوفة
صار الكل غريباً عني و لم أعد أرى شيئاً و لا أسمع إلا صوت بكائي
فتحت عيوني على هذا النور الشاحب المتسلل عبر أطراف نافذتي المغلقة
فنهضت من رقدتي ألملم ما قد تشتت ثم حطمت قيودي و خرجت لأستمتع بشمس يوم جميل </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114288857428149551?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1142875790045273932006-03-20T19:18:00.000+02:002006-03-20T19:33:50.546+02:00Time to confess.. the artsy style<span style="color:#000099;">I came across </span><a href="http://www.comeclean.com"><span style="color:#cc0000;">this site</span><span style="color:#000099;"> </span></a><span style="color:#000099;">while reading design blogs (Can't remember where exactly!)</span>
<a title="confession time" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/115359676_df74a300b6_o.jpg"><img height="297" alt="come clean" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/115359676_df74a300b6_o.jpg" width="450" /></a>
<span style="color:#000099;">It's very intersting, turn the volume up and give it some time to load, you won't regret it!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114287579004527393?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1142700535985189192006-03-18T18:35:00.000+02:002006-03-18T19:13:56.916+02:00The perfect little cushion :)<span style="color:#000099;">I bought this cushion 2 days ago from the yearly exhibition of Akhmim and Hegaza, those are villages in Upper Egypt. The exhibition lasts until the 24th of march, their stuff is just beautiful, come on, you should visit!</span>
<a title="my cushion" href="http://static.flickr.com/56/114163693_977d226c92_m.jpg"><img height="193" alt="my cushion" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/114163693_977d226c92_m.jpg" width="240" /></a>
<span style="color:#000099;">It is organized by the </span><a href="http://upperegypt.org/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Assoiation of Upper Egypt for Education and Development</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">, they hold this exhibition every year for their workshops in upper Egypt</span>
<span style="color:#000099;">It's mostly spontaneous art.. take a closer look.. yeah, spontaneity is awesome!!</span>
<a title="cushion closeup" href="http://static.flickr.com/50/114163692_0c8f3a6584_o.jpg"><img height="227" alt="cushion closeup" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/114163692_0c8f3a6584_o.jpg" width="450" /></a>
<span style="color:#000099;">PS: Their location is in</span> <a href="http://upperegypt.org/Contact%20us.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">here</span></a>..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114270053598518919?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1142698661819716022006-03-18T18:05:00.000+02:002006-03-18T18:17:41.870+02:00A "First Love" story.. written on the walls<span style="color:#000099;">I came across these in the ground floor of a building under construction today as I was walking, I just had to capture them
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<a title="wall1" href="http://static.flickr.com/37/114156034_1aa2dfaa37_o.jpg"><img height="290" alt="wall1" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/114156034_1aa2dfaa37_o.jpg" width="400" /></a>
<span style="color:#000099;">This seems like a family..</span>
<a title="Family" href="http://static.flickr.com/47/114156037_9887d30740_o.jpg"><img height="340" alt="Family" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/114156037_9887d30740_o.jpg" width="400" /></a>
<span style="color:#000099;">And this is one love story..</span>
<a title="love story" href="http://static.flickr.com/34/114156035_9ae4a1d4b2_o.jpg"><img height="280" alt="love story" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/114156035_9ae4a1d4b2_o.jpg" width="400" /></a>
<span style="color:#000099;">This seems to be the same story.. R & A</span>
<a title="God is love" href="http://static.flickr.com/55/114156038_de503e564c_o.jpg"><img height="565" alt="God is Love" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/114156038_de503e564c_o.jpg" width="300" /></a>
<span style="color:#000099;">Note the inscription under the rose "God is love" and underneath another one " The first love"
It's so cute!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114269866181971602?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1142511698875076792006-03-16T14:20:00.000+02:002006-03-16T14:48:58.796+02:00My stuff<span style="color:#000099;">I have really nothing to write these days.. so I thought I'll just write something about me.. as if it wasn't about me in the first place ;)
* I wished I had an Arabic name; I could've been a Farida or a Nour
* I once wrote a letter to Matthew Perry, telling him to watch "run Lola run" and complaining that "Troy" was a very long movie and that it's good I missed the first 30 mins.
*A week later I went to see Troy again, turns out that I missed the first 45 mins
* I adore Eric Bana
* I missed the first 30 mins of "The chronicles of Narnia" but didn't think about going again
* I wrote Perry that letter in a time when FRIENDS were my only good friends!
*The letter returned undeliverable, ok.. this is the last I'll write about that stupid letter!
* I can connect stuff together and get to conclusion before others do
* I'm very moody
* Chocolate and Coffee are the best things God created, combine them together.. it's heaven!
* I can't read newspapers
* I love the cartoons though
* The background photo of this blog is the actual photograph of the my bedroom's walls, the golden sun in the title is hanging on my wall
* I rarely wear any makeup
* I'm very lazy
* I hate bestsellers, I consider them parts of the cultural trends around us, I don't like to follow the flock!
* I did read "The Da Vinci Code" and "Omaret Yacoubian" though, I was curious to see what the fuss was all about, I liked the books actually
* The conclusion I got is : bestsellers are those books you really finish quickly.. as they say page turners..
* Page turners isn't always a good description .. it could mean more entertaining than intellectual!
* I cry when I see someone die in the news (especially war and explosion news), I cry in the movies, I'll cry sometimes because of the tragic end of a book.. in short, I'm what Egyptians call 2ou2a!
* I prefer reading printed pages than reading off the monitor
* I don't consider me reading Paulo Coelho is following a cultural trend, because I read the Alchemist before most people heard of it
* The book I had so much pain to finish was Coelho's "The Fifth Mountain", I was practically forcing myself to read
* Tootsie is one of my favorite movies.. call me a loser.. I don't care. GO Tootsie!
* As a kid, I just loved "Xanadu". I actually fantasized that I'll discover one day I'm a muse myself!
* I feel so nostalgic whenever they show a song or a dance from Xanadu on TV, I become a kid again
* My favorite Arabic movie.. for a drama queen like me.. "El shomou3 el sawda2" and "Ra7ma men al sama2"
* I love Hend Rostom
* I was a New Kids on the block fan in my early teens, it was mostly Jordan Knight
* Yes, there was a Michael Jackson phase too.. the Dangerous one..
* I hate discussing money; that's not a good thing in the professional field
* I love the sun so much; it's a sign of hope and renewal
* I prefer summer to winter because let's see, many things: my birthday is in the summer, the beach, the summer vacation, the long days and the fact that I don't have to wear layers of clothes
* I get really cold in the winter and I hate feeling cold and shivering
* I spend my money on technology more than clothes and makeup, that's sometimes why I think I'm boyish
* My favorite shoes are sneakers.. I wish I can go to work in jeans and sneakers
* I want a desk besides the window where I can get some sun, I'll put an orange flower in a blue vase on that desk
* I prefer comfort to style; I don't go in rags though
* I can wear the same pendant for 2 years everyday, I connect with my stuff
* I hate driving
* I want to buy a jeep wrangler
* Someday, I want to explore the Egyptian desert and drive off road
* I love brown bread and brown toast
* I've been vegetarian by choice for the past 5 years
* I have weird dreams
* Last night, I think I was telling someone in a dream that I miss meat so much, I really don't.. or may be I do and I don't know
* I think Coptic fasting time is food heaven for vegetarians, I should be ashamed of saying so with the fasting being a time of sacrifice and prayer but it's the only time of the year where I can find vegetarian burgers and cold cuts in the market and when all the fast food outlets offer veggie items!
* I mostly order fries at fast food restaurants, salad, pasta or pizza elsewhere.. yes I get bored of having to order the same foods . I guess I'm bored with most food actually
* I love foul, ta3meya and koshari verryyyy much
* I love felouka rides, I prefer the quiet ones actually (not when my friends start to sing out loud) that way, I get to listen to the water
* I love showing foreigners around
* I almost enrolled in the tourist guide's diploma last year for that same reason
* The biggest mistake of my life was studying pharmacy when I was supposed to be an artist
* Last year, I thought about writing a book, I won't put my title here though cause I might end up writing it, it contains all my little wisdoms!
* I love the rain; I hate the muddy streets and the ponds that follow it
* One summer I lay on my back on the grass and gazed at the stars with my friend Sara, it was one of the most beautiful things I've done in my life
* I love the silence and the quiet yet I'm the noisiest one at home, you can always hear loud music coming out of my room
* I love candles and incense
* Sometimes I light a candle and I shut my bedroom's door, I close my eyes and stay in the darkness.. with my lit candle
* I'm afraid of ghosts (or let's call them evil spirits)
* After I watched "The exorcism of Emily Rose", I kept waking up at night for like 3 nights, afraid to look at the hour.. I was sure it was 3 a.m. though
* I started to practice yoga when I was 17, I was always on and off, the problem is always that I can't fit it into my schedule
* I play the recorder, my parents hate it
* Brother Atef from the Jesuits helped me out with the recorder
* I performed twice solo in the Cairo Opera House small hall, and twice with a choir in the main hall .. that was singing and not the recorder
* I play a little guitar, just the cords
* I have the cords to Phoebe Buffay's "Smelly cat", I love to sing the rock version of it!
* I love Natacha Atlas' music
* My favorite Jean Michel Jarre albums are "Metamorphoses", "Chronology" and "Zoolook", I consider the track "C'est la vie" to be my all time favorite!
* I'm addicted to coffee, I give a bad name to Nescafe, I drink a cup and go immediately to bed
* I'm so small and yet I rarely wear high heels, they hurt and they're not good for the back
* I'm pretty much bored from blogging
* I love wearing vanilla scents
* I wish I had curly hair, actually I wish I was a gypsy like Esmeralda
* I want to have a cards and accessories label of my own someday
* I want to be on the Oprah show.. as a guest and not among the audience
* I think the human body is a masterpiece of art, that's why I'm OK with nude sculptures and paintings
* I seem pessimistic sometimes, but actually and deep down I have a rosy image of life
* One thing my friend used to say that I really like "It's all good"
* I learned a lot of new words since I started blogging, mostly cursing
* I have hazel eyes, I have a darker spot on one iris, I thought it was the rest of my pupil and that I had something wrong!
* I love to kneel when I pray
* I love Mohamed Mounir and Salah Jahin, recently Waguih Aziz too (thanks </span><a href="http://shadow.manalaa.net"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Bisso</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">)
* I love listening to blues
* I love Macguyver, I almost carried duct tape with me because of him!
* I guess may be I got a Swiss knife because of him too!
* I'm a FRIENDS addict
* I quote Mr. Joey Tribiani when he says: "If you're gonna do something wrong, do it right!"
* I have a mythic tarot cards deck yet I can't memorize the cards!
* I hate playing cards
* I prefer puzzle games to strategy ones
* I started playing </span><a href="http://www.websudoku.com"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sudoku</span></a><span style="color:#000099;"> 3 weeks ago, I think it's awesome. I got the link to the online game from </span><a href="http://mostafa.foolab.org/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mostafa</span></a><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span>
* I was a leader of a youth movement in my school for 4 years after I graduated
* I absolutely felt what I was gonna miss when I quit that movement, I knew how precious were the times I spent with the kids
* I believe we only value what we have when we're about to lose it
* I'm not a children person, I like to watch them from a distance, I think I suck at dealing with kids, I like to respect their mentalities instead of faking being their age!
* I hope it'll be different with my children, that I would interact
* By children I mean the really young ones.. that is 0-5!
* I love the color blue.. all shades of blue
* I love the big handbags or the backpacks, I like to carry all what I might need
* Yes, I am an antibacterial gel, and wet wipes person.. you just never know when you might need one!
* I love photography, I participated in the last Sawy contest, they showed 5 out of my 6 submissions
* I love sketching and drawing
* I was never allowed to own pets.. that still applies, a dog is completely out of the question for mom
* I had very few pets, a chick named "Michael".. I' m sad to say, he died at the poultry shop, a white lab mouse named "Jamie" .. this one I adored, I gave her a proper funeral, burried in a carton box in front of the garage, I put a navy blue satin sheet underneath her. Last year I got fish, I had Hector, Iris and Persephone, I got one later to entertain the remaining Iris.. but they all died.. Unfortunately, this time; they were flushed down the toilet! It broke my heart to do so but.. C'est la vie!
* I don't want to get any more pets, cause I get emotionally attached to them and I feel responsible when they die.. may be I was careless sometimes
* I think we get pets because we need to take care of someone or something
* I want to visit the old people's asylum; I just want someone to come with me and then do it on regular basis
* I need to give; I think I have been so self-centered for a while
* This post proves it.. I've never written as much I in my entire life</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114251169887507679?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1142074060347980252006-03-11T12:42:00.000+02:002006-03-11T12:47:40.360+02:00Holding on to them<span style="color:#000099;">I'm the one holding them together.. I don't know how far will I hold on..</span>
<span style="color:#000099;">My tarot cards once said I'll eventually let go, the thing is the one reason then to let go has let go of me..</span>
<span style="color:#000099;">I'm not sure how long would I hold on and keep everyone together when I'm shattered into pieces myself.. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114207406034798025?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1141820321856759572006-03-08T14:04:00.000+02:002006-03-08T14:46:26.646+02:00The English Patient<span style="color:#333399;">My best friend Mariam gave me that book in 1997, I was in my first year in college, she went to study at McGill's in Canada, it was our first summer vacation after school..She said that book was a best seller and </span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116209/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">the movie </span></a><span style="color:#333399;">was a big hit, I went to see the movie and I hated it, I was 18 then..Five years ago, someone borrowed the book and returned it two years ago, I finally read it last month! </span>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Almásy</strong> </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> What do you hate most? </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Katharine</strong> </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> A lie. What do you hate most? </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Almásy</strong> </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> Ownership. Being owned. When</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> you leave, you should forget me. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;">She freezes, pulls herself away, out of the bath, looks at him, then SLAPS HIM VERY HARD across the face. </span></em>
<span style="color:#333399;">It was time to watch that movie again, after I finished the book.. I did two days ago and I loved it this time.. It did break my heart though. The book was sure better than the movie, it had another charm!</span>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Almásy </strong></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> Don't go over it again, please. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;">He takes her hands, lays his cheeks into them, then releases them, gets up, walks away. She walks towards the gate. He calls after her. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Almásy</strong> </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> Katharine - </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;">He walks towards her, his smile awful. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Almásy </strong></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> I just wanted you to know. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> I'm not missing you yet. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;">She nods, can't find this funny. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Katharine</strong> </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> You will. You will.
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<span style="color:#333399;">I love the music of that movie, an amazing soundtrack! I kept singing cheek to cheek for 4 hours straight!</span>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Katharine</strong> </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> Don't you know you drove everybody mad? </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Almásy</strong> </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> Don't talk. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Katharine</strong> (gasping) </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> You speak so many bloody languages</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> and you never want to talk. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;">They stagger on. He suddenly notices a stain of gold at her neck. It's saffron, leaking from a silver THIMBLE which hangs from a black ribbon. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Almásy</strong> (overwhelmed)</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> You're wearing the thimble. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Katharine</strong></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> Of course. You idiot. I always wear it.</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"> I've always worn it. I've always loved you. </span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em>
<em><span style="color:#663366;">Almásy CRIES as he walks - huge sobs, no words - convulsed with the pain of it. They approach the Cave.
</span></em>
<span style="color:#333399;">I think men are stupid.. human beings in general.. we just let the most important things slip away and we surrender without a fight
</span>
<strong><span style="color:#663366;"><em>Hana</em></span></strong>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> Tell me about this, this is in your</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> handwriting - December 22nd - </em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> Betrayals in war are childlike </em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> compared with our betrayals during</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> peace. New lovers are nervous and</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> tender, but smash everything - for</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> the heart is an organ of fire...</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em></em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em>(she looks up)</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> I love that, I believe that.</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em>(to him)</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> Who is K?</em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em><strong></strong></em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em><strong>THE PATIENT</strong></em></span>
<span style="color:#663366;"><em> K is for Katharine. </em></span>
<span style="color:#333399;">Very beautiful and so so sad…</span>
<p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/485/320/untitled30.0.jpg" border="0" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114182032185675957?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1141210716489386462006-03-01T12:54:00.000+02:002006-03-01T13:00:31.290+02:00My photoblog..<span style="color:#000066;">I'm moving the photoblog to busythumbs, they offer moblogging and nicer photoblog templates.</span>
<span style="color:#000066;">Check out my Photos </span><a href="http://shamoussa.busythumbs.com"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somewhere in North Africa</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114121071648938646?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1141210444789336372006-03-01T12:51:00.000+02:002006-03-01T12:54:04.803+02:00The black shirt<span style="color:#000066;">tengo la camisa negra</span>
<span style="color:#000066;">porque negra tengo el alma</span>
<span style="color:#000066;">yo por ti perdí la calma</span>
<span style="color:#000066;">y casi pierdo hasta mi cama</span>
<span style="color:#000066;"></span>
<span style="color:#000066;">te digo con disimulo</span>
<span style="color:#000066;">que tengo la camisa negra</span>
<span style="color:#000066;">y debajo tengo el difunto..</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><em>La camisa negra - Juanes</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114121044478933637?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1139703840880312522006-02-12T02:08:00.000+02:002006-02-12T02:24:00.903+02:00I was taught such things by the desert..<div align="justify"><a href="http://static.flickr.com/36/98453159_192652b20f_o.jpg" title="Ain"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/98453159_192652b20f_o.jpg" width="470" height="309" alt="Ain" /></a></div><div align="justify">
<span style="color:#000099;">All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape. Fire and sand. We left the harbours of oasis. The places where water came to and touched ... <em>Ain, Bir, Wadi, Foggara, Khottara, Shaduf</em>. I didn't want my name against such beautiful names. Erase the family name! Erase nations! I was taught such things by the desert.
<em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ladislaus de Almásy - The English Patient, by Michael Ondaatje"</span></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113970384088031252?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1139385999775126022006-02-08T09:45:00.000+02:002006-02-08T10:09:11.216+02:00Spirit of the earth..<span style="color:#000099;">Cela est beau, cela est vraiment beau,
Moi, moi je suis l'esprit de la terre.
Les pieds de la terre sont mes pieds,
Les jambes de la terre sont mes jambes,
La force de la terre est ma force,
Les pensées de la terre sont mes pensées,
La voix de la terre est ma voix,
La plume de la terre est ma plume,
Tout ce qui appartient à la terre m'appartient,
Et tout ce qui entoure la terre m'entoure.
Moi, moi je suis les paroles sacrées de la terre,
Cela est beau, cela est vraiment beau.
</span><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span>
<span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Chant d'allégresse navajo</span></em></span>
<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em>
<span style="color:#3333ff;"></span>
<span style="color:#000099;">This is beautiful, this is really beautiful,
I, I am the spirit of the earth.
The feet of the earth are my feet,
The legs of the earth are my legs,
The force of the earth is my force,
The thoughts of the earth are my thoughts,
The voice of the earth is my voice,
The feather of the earth is my feather,
All that belongs to earth belongs to me,
And all that surrounds earth surrounds me.
I, I am the sacred words of the earth,
This is beautiful, this is really beautiful.
</span><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span>
<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Navajo chant of joy</span></span></em>
<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"></span></em>
<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">I look at my tired legs, my depleted force, my broken spirit and I wonder if the earth feels the same. I wonder whether she was the one who broke my spirit, or whether it was I who broke hers..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113938599977512602?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1139144160058328762006-02-05T14:54:00.000+02:002006-02-05T14:57:29.626+02:00Missing you..<span style="color:#000099;"> ..is missing my best friend and one of the most intelligent brains around me..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113914416005832876?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1139089477152836652006-02-05T01:30:00.000+02:002006-02-04T23:49:52.043+02:00Just a question..<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">So, a tragic accident occurred and an Egyptian ferry sank in the Red Sea, carrying around 1400 person, 1000 are still missing..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">On TV, they are urging people to donate to the victims and their families, a bank account has already been designated for this purpose and (they say) 10 million LE have already been collected.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Let me put it this way, a 35 years old ferry which is not qualified to sail, that does not carry enough life boats or life jackets, the crew abandoned the ferry when it started to sink and yet the Egyptian people have to donate for the victims sake??</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">So, somebody neglects their jobs, someone depends on "el baraka", a company violates safety measures and who gets to compensate the victims?? Egyptians..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Why don't we donate for the company that owns the ferry too?? I mean the poor bastards just lost one of their boats and killed 1000 human being!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">I'm sorry, I have nothing against charity, but this is not a natural disaster, this is the result of terrible negligence and if somebody should pay, it is the company and definitely not the good Egyptian people!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113908947715283665?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1138832184322193082006-02-01T23:45:00.000+02:002006-02-02T00:16:55.626+02:00Don't just follow blindly, use your brains.. Buy Danish!<div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">They said enough about it (<a href="http://egyptiansandmonkey.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-boycott-boycott.html">The Sandmonkey</a>, <a href="http://justice4every1.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_29.html">Ibn Abel Aziz</a>, <a href="http://freedomforegyptians.blogspot.com/2006/02/denmark-do-not-apologize.html">Freedom for Egyptians</a>, <a href="http://nadimyat.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_113879654760674732.html">Abullah Al Nadim</a>)</span></div><div align="center">
<span style="color:#000099;"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/94242694_f9d2c31810_o.jpg"><img height="40" alt="danish!" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/94242694_f9d2c31810_o.jpg" width="84" /></a></span></div><span style="color:#000099;">That is if you can afford it off course..
And speaking of Denmark, I'd like to introduce the beautiful drawings of this Danish artist.. Enjoy!
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<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><a title="Sad Butterfly Girl" href="http://zindy.zone.dk"><img height="500" alt="sad butterfly girl" src="http://static.flickr.com/19/94231380_5caae94e95.jpg" width="404" /></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">NB: She draws some nudity and some affection, don't go if you're too sensitive!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113883218432219308?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-1138613080454742042006-01-30T11:21:00.000+02:002006-01-30T11:24:40.466+02:00جمعة<a href="http://static.flickr.com/34/93027004_6214e69ae0_o.jpg" title="gom3a"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/93027004_6214e69ae0_o.jpg" width="450" height="620" alt="gom3a" /></a>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">الريس جمعة - سواق الكاريتة في سيوة و ريس على بقية السواقين</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113861308045474204?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com'/></div>Shamoussahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223noreply@blogger.com4