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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114805076968065961?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114805076968065961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114805076968065961' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114805076968065961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114805076968065961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='أنا عزِلت'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114548330913192453</id><published>2006-04-19T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:48:30.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>أجازة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;نظراً لوجود بعض اللخبطة و مابقاش واضح مين فينا إللي بيمتلك التاني، فأنا هأعلِم البلوج ده الأدب و أسيبه شوية&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أشوفكم على خير بعد ما ربنا يشفيني&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114548330913192453?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114548330913192453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114548330913192453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114548330913192453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114548330913192453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_19.html' title='أجازة'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114488759166610844</id><published>2006-04-13T01:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:19:09.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ناتاشا و الوطن</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Natacha 12dots" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/114321326_5c85dc446d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="284" alt="Natacha 12dots" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/114321326_5c85dc446d_o.jpg" width="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natacha_Atlas"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ناتاشا أطلس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. 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 &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://song5.6arab.com/natasha-a6las_wa7ashny.rm"&gt;واحشني&lt;/a&gt; في الألبوم الذي يصدر آخر هذا الشهر بعنوان "مش معقول" و الذي تسرب &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://6arab.com/singers-ar/west/natasha-ar.shtml"&gt;هنا&lt;/a&gt; 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؟

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Mish Maoul" href="http://static.flickr.com/51/114321785_4d8c86f2a4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="294" alt="Mish Maoul" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/114321785_4d8c86f2a4_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;آه يا تراب بلادي

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;أد إيه بأحبك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;

و أما ناتاشا فتود العودة إلى أرض مصر! او هكذا تقول في أغنية "بلادي"

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;جدوري، روحي، الدم في عروقي

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;كل حاجة فيَّ بتدور عليكِ

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;و إزاي بعد هجر ترجعي و تحِنّي

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;لترابك من تاني

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;آه يا تراب بلادي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;

مع إنني متأكدة أن الكثيرين على استعداد تام لمقايضة جوازات سفرهم بجواز سفر ناتاشا البلجيكي!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;a title="Natacha" href="http://static.flickr.com/41/114321327_8edbf00843_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="190" alt="Natacha" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/114321327_8edbf00843_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;آه، إزاي أتعلم أخليكي

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;حتة مني معايا و جوايا

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;في كل زمان و في أي مكان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;

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

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;يا ريتني أرجعلك يا بلدي

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;و أعيش بين أحضانِك من تاني

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;آه يا تراب بلادي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;

قد تعللون أسلوب ناتاشا بكل الأسباب.. ولكن لن تخطئوا نبرة الشجن في صوتها و هي تغني &lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/5431293"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"بلادي"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; بهذا الكم الهائل من الإحساس و الصدق.. فكم تمزق قلبي و أنا أسمعها و أنظر لحالي أنا و أصدقائي
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;آه، إزاي أتعلم أخليكي حتة مني معايا و جوايا؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a title="natacha dance" href="http://static.flickr.com/40/114321324_ebd9a501f0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="367" alt="natacha dance" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/114321324_ebd9a501f0_o.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://www.mish-maoul.com/"&gt;موقع ألبومها الجديد&lt;/a&gt; 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 &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_24.html"&gt;سبق و قلت لكم&lt;/a&gt;

شكراً كريستوف القائم على&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.natachaatlas.net"&gt; الموقع شبه الرسمي&lt;/a&gt; لإجابته على أسئلتي

روابط أخرى:
&lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/5431293"&gt;بلادي&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.savefile.com/files/6320494"&gt;أغنية "سياسية جداً" محذوفة من ألبوم جديدة&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.muslimwakeup.com/main/archives/2003/08/dreaming_in_two.php"&gt;حوار مع ناتاشا&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.mish-maoul.com"&gt;موقع "مش معقول" الألبوم الجديد&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.natachaatlas.net"&gt;المزيد&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;كلمات الأغانية في التدوينة من أغنية بلادي
الصور ما عدا صورة حفل الألفية بعدسة الفنان &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youssefnabil.com/"&gt;يوسف نبيل&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114488759166610844?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114488759166610844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114488759166610844' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114488759166610844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114488759166610844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_13.html' title='ناتاشا و الوطن'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114436615071852447</id><published>2006-04-06T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:33:12.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>اليوم</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اليوم كنت سعيدة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اليوم عملت بحماس و نشاط&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اليوم وزعت إبتساماتي العريضة على الجميع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اليوم أصغيت لأحاديث زملائي بقلب هادئ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اليوم تأخرت في العمل بكامل إرادتي و بلا تذمر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اليوم احتفظت بإبتسامتي طوال طريق العودة و أنا أتأمل الشوارع من نافذة التاكسي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اليوم كان آخر يوم عمل لي في هذا المكان&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;اليوم قد تحررت لأنطلق في البحث عن ذاتي مرة أخرى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;أنا حقاً سعيدة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114436615071852447?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114436615071852447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114436615071852447' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114436615071852447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114436615071852447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_06.html' title='اليوم'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114423350534646316</id><published>2006-04-05T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:40:55.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>محمود فارشيان ... الساحر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Dawn" href="http://static.flickr.com/42/123661104_b5d7b832c6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="655" alt="Dawn" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/123661104_b5d7b832c6_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ولد في مدينة أصفهان بإيران عام 1930&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;يستوحي لوحاته من الشعر الكلاسيكي، الأدب، القرآن، الكتب المقدسة المسيحية و اليهودية و خياله الخاص&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farshchianart.com/fa/html/onlineart.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لوحاته&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;على &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farshchianart.com/fa/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الموقع الرسم&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114423350534646316?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114423350534646316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114423350534646316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114423350534646316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114423350534646316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_05.html' title='محمود فارشيان ... الساحر'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114423250644135273</id><published>2006-04-05T11:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:21:46.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>حتة كده لزوم الوجع</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;من يومين في التاكسي، اشتغلت على قائمة الأغاني أغنية &lt;a href="http://egyptian.salmiya.net/songs/elhajjar/rm/hajjar125.rm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;يا مصري&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;لعلي الحجار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;يا مصري ليه دنياك لخابيط و الغلب محيط&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و العنكبوت عشش ع الحيط و سرح ع الغيط&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;وكمان بيقول فيها  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و مهولاتي تحب تزيط&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ساعة الفرح زغاريط تنطيط&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و في المياتم هات يا صويت&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و في المظاهرات سخن تشيط&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و في الإنتخاب تنسى التصويت&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;آآي و علشان ييجي على الجرح بقى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ليه بترشي و تتساهل &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;و تبيع حقوقك بالساهل&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;تستاهل النار تستاهل&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;يا غويط و يحسبك الجاهل&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ساهل و ساهي و غبي و عبيط&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;فكرني بالـ 100 جنيه بتاعت السلوم، هو صحيح ما فيش فايدة؟ ولا ده أنا بس؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;الأغنية فكرتني كمان بدكتور هاني، أول واحد سمعهالنا في معسكر رأس سدر من سنتين.. يا ترى فينه دلوقتِ؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114423250644135273?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114423250644135273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114423250644135273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114423250644135273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114423250644135273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='حتة كده لزوم الوجع'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114383236381221243</id><published>2006-03-31T20:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:12:43.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solar Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/56/120684732_14f60488e1_o.jpg" title="Totality"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/120684732_14f60488e1_o.jpg" width="450" height="301" alt="totality2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was awesome, thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://africano.manalaa.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Africano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zamakan.gharbeia.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Alif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ghandy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ghandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mostafa.foolab.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mostafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://endehash.manalaa.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;M.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://o26.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Set Na3ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, it would've been impossible and not as much fun without you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/120719731_1d62a67baf_o.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/120719731_1d62a67baf_o.jpg" width="460" height="338" alt="group watch" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Eclipsers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/37/120710644_56350e357e.jpg" title="el fankoush"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/120710644_56350e357e.jpg" width="339" height="500" alt="fankoush" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;More photos: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12012135@N00/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Africano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mostafa_hussein/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mostafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114383236381221243?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114383236381221243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114383236381221243' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114383236381221243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114383236381221243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/solar-eclipse.html' title='Solar Eclipse'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114349616973106038</id><published>2006-03-28T00:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:18:21.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Old news.. Shakira very very bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="arab ambassador" href="http://static.flickr.com/48/118966652_ee83baf519_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="arab ambassador" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/118966652_ee83baf519_b.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/48/118966652_ee83baf519_b.jpg"&gt;Click to read article &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not sure if the album is being marketed yet or no, but here are the lyrics of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/shakira/howdoyoudo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"How do you do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, 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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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Oral Fixation" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/118969990_4d183c4130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="oral fixation" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/118969990_4d183c4130.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS: While searching for any online link about the same issue to use here instead of the article's photo, &lt;a href="http://www.djricomixshow.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=1813"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I found this in a forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Check out the&lt;a href="http://www.djricomixshow.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=1813"&gt; cover censorship &lt;/a&gt;.. it's hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114349616973106038?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114349616973106038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114349616973106038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114349616973106038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114349616973106038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-news-shakira-very-very-bad.html' title='Old news.. Shakira very very bad!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114307379300914094</id><published>2006-03-23T02:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T02:29:53.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>هكذا تكلم المحمودين</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;محمود سعد: طب اشرحلي كده، أنا مواطن من الشارع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;محمود محي الدين: و أنا وزير من الشارع&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;هأأأأوووو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;و&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;البيت بيتك - القناة الثانية - 22 مارس 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114307379300914094?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114307379300914094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114307379300914094' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114307379300914094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114307379300914094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_23.html' title='هكذا تكلم المحمودين'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114298492781883463</id><published>2006-03-22T01:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T01:48:47.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one of those!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is a Superblob&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a title="Superblob" href="http://static.flickr.com/44/116062745_9eed3d6307_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="280" alt="superblob" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/116062745_9eed3d6307_o.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Designed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karimrashid.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Karim Rashid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, he's a top Egyptian-British, New York based designer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/40/116062744_33b115e744_m.jpg" title="superblob"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/116062744_33b115e744_m.jpg" width="240" height="144" alt="superblob" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It looks so comfy, no?? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114298492781883463?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114298492781883463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114298492781883463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114298492781883463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114298492781883463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-one-of-those.html' title='I want one of those!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114288857428149551</id><published>2006-03-21T01:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:02:54.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>يوم جديد</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114288857428149551?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114288857428149551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114288857428149551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114288857428149551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114288857428149551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='يوم جديد'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114287579004527393</id><published>2006-03-20T19:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:33:50.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to confess.. the artsy style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I came across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comeclean.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;while reading design blogs (Can't remember where exactly!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a title="confession time" href="http://static.flickr.com/39/115359676_df74a300b6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="297" alt="come clean" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/115359676_df74a300b6_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's very intersting, turn the volume up and give it some time to load, you won't regret it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114287579004527393?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114287579004527393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114287579004527393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114287579004527393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114287579004527393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-to-confess-artsy-style.html' title='Time to confess.. the artsy style'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114270053598518919</id><published>2006-03-18T18:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:13:56.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect little cushion :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a title="my cushion" href="http://static.flickr.com/56/114163693_977d226c92_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="193" alt="my cushion" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/114163693_977d226c92_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is organized by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://upperegypt.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Assoiation of Upper Egypt for Education and Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, they hold this exhibition every year for their workshops in upper Egypt&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's mostly spontaneous art.. take a closer look.. yeah, spontaneity is awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a title="cushion closeup" href="http://static.flickr.com/50/114163692_0c8f3a6584_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="227" alt="cushion closeup" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/114163692_0c8f3a6584_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS: Their location is in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://upperegypt.org/Contact%20us.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114270053598518919?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114270053598518919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114270053598518919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114270053598518919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114270053598518919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/perfect-little-cushion.html' title='The perfect little cushion :)'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114269866181971602</id><published>2006-03-18T18:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:17:41.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A "First Love" story.. written on the walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I came across these in the ground floor of a building under construction today as I was walking, I just had to capture them
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a title="wall1" href="http://static.flickr.com/37/114156034_1aa2dfaa37_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="290" alt="wall1" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/114156034_1aa2dfaa37_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This seems like a family..&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a title="Family" href="http://static.flickr.com/47/114156037_9887d30740_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="340" alt="Family" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/114156037_9887d30740_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And this is one love story..&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a title="love story" href="http://static.flickr.com/34/114156035_9ae4a1d4b2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="280" alt="love story" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/114156035_9ae4a1d4b2_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This seems to be the same story.. R &amp;amp; A&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a title="God is love" href="http://static.flickr.com/55/114156038_de503e564c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="565" alt="God is Love" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/114156038_de503e564c_o.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Note the inscription under the rose "God is love" and underneath another one " The first love"
It's so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114269866181971602?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114269866181971602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114269866181971602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114269866181971602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114269866181971602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-love-story-written-on-walls.html' title='A &quot;First Love&quot; story.. written on the walls'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114251169887507679</id><published>2006-03-16T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:48:58.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shadow.manalaa.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;)
* 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sudoku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 3 weeks ago, I think it's awesome. I got the link to the online game from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mostafa.foolab.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mostafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
* 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114251169887507679?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114251169887507679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114251169887507679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114251169887507679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114251169887507679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-stuff.html' title='My stuff'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114207406034798025</id><published>2006-03-11T12:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:47:40.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding on to them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm the one holding them together.. I don't know how far will I hold on..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not sure how long would I hold on and keep everyone together when I'm shattered into pieces myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114207406034798025?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114207406034798025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114207406034798025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114207406034798025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114207406034798025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/holding-on-to-them.html' title='Holding on to them'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114182032185675957</id><published>2006-03-08T14:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:46:26.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The English Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116209/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almásy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;         What do you hate most? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katharine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;         A lie. What do you hate most? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almásy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;       Ownership. Being owned. When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;       you leave, you should forget me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She freezes, pulls herself away, out of the bath, looks at him, then SLAPS HIM VERY HARD across the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almásy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;        Don't go over it again, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almásy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;       Katharine - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He walks towards her, his smile awful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almásy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;        I just wanted you to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;       I'm not missing you yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She nods, can't find this funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katharine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;       You will. You will.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love the music of that movie, an amazing soundtrack! I kept singing cheek to cheek for 4 hours straight!&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katharine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;        Don't you know you drove everybody mad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almásy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;        Don't talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katharine&lt;/strong&gt; (gasping) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;        You speak so many bloody languages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;       and you never want to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almásy&lt;/strong&gt; (overwhelmed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;       You're wearing the thimble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katharine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;       Of course. You idiot. I always wear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;        I've always worn it. I've always loved you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Almásy CRIES as he walks - huge sobs, no words - convulsed with the pain of it. They approach the Cave.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I think men are stupid.. human beings in general.. we just let the most important things slip away and we surrender without a fight
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       Tell me about this, this is in your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       handwriting - December 22nd - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       Betrayals in war are childlike &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       compared with our betrayals during&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       peace. New lovers are nervous and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      tender, but smash everything - for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      the heart is an organ of fire...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(she looks up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      I love that, I believe that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      Who is K?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PATIENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     K is for Katharine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Very beautiful and so so sad…&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114182032185675957?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114182032185675957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114182032185675957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114182032185675957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114182032185675957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/english-patient.html' title='The English Patient'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114121071648938646</id><published>2006-03-01T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:00:31.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My photoblog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm moving the photoblog to busythumbs, they offer moblogging and nicer photoblog templates.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Check out my Photos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shamoussa.busythumbs.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somewhere in North Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114121071648938646?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114121071648938646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114121071648938646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114121071648938646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114121071648938646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-photoblog.html' title='My photoblog..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-114121044478933637</id><published>2006-03-01T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:54:04.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The black shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;porque negra tengo el alma&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yo por ti perdí la calma&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;y casi pierdo hasta mi cama&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;te digo con disimulo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;que tengo la camisa negra&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;y debajo tengo el difunto..&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La camisa negra - Juanes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-114121044478933637?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/114121044478933637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=114121044478933637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114121044478933637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/114121044478933637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/03/black-shirt.html' title='The black shirt'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113970384088031252</id><published>2006-02-12T02:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T02:24:00.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I was taught such things by the desert..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/36/98453159_192652b20f_o.jpg" title="Ain"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/98453159_192652b20f_o.jpg" width="470" height="309" alt="Ain" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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 ... &lt;em&gt;Ain, Bir, Wadi, Foggara, Khottara, Shaduf&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't want my name against such beautiful names. Erase the family name! Erase nations! I was taught such things by the desert.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ladislaus de Almásy - The English Patient, by Michael Ondaatje"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113970384088031252?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113970384088031252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113970384088031252' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113970384088031252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113970384088031252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-taught-such-things-by-desert.html' title='I was taught such things by the desert..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113938599977512602</id><published>2006-02-08T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:09:11.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit of the earth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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.
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chant d'allégresse navajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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.
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Navajo chant of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;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..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113938599977512602?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113938599977512602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113938599977512602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113938599977512602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113938599977512602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/02/spirit-of-earth.html' title='Spirit of the earth..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113914416005832876</id><published>2006-02-05T14:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:57:29.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;  ..is missing my best friend and one of the most intelligent brains around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113914416005832876?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113914416005832876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113914416005832876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113914416005832876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113914416005832876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/02/missing-you.html' title='Missing you..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113908947715283665</id><published>2006-02-05T01:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:49:52.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a question..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, a tragic accident occurred and an Egyptian ferry sank in the Red Sea, carrying around 1400 person, 1000 are still missing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, somebody neglects their jobs, someone depends on "el baraka", a company violates safety measures and who gets to compensate the victims?? Egyptians..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113908947715283665?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113908947715283665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113908947715283665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113908947715283665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113908947715283665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-question.html' title='Just a question..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113883218432219308</id><published>2006-02-01T23:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:16:55.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't just follow blindly, use your brains.. Buy Danish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They said enough about it (&lt;a href="http://egyptiansandmonkey.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-boycott-boycott.html"&gt;The Sandmonkey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://justice4every1.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_29.html"&gt;Ibn Abel Aziz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://freedomforegyptians.blogspot.com/2006/02/denmark-do-not-apologize.html"&gt;Freedom for Egyptians&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nadimyat.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_113879654760674732.html"&gt;Abullah Al Nadim&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/94242694_f9d2c31810_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="40" alt="danish!" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/94242694_f9d2c31810_o.jpg" width="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;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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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a title="Sad Butterfly Girl" href="http://zindy.zone.dk"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="sad butterfly girl" src="http://static.flickr.com/19/94231380_5caae94e95.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NB: She draws some nudity and some affection, don't go if you're too sensitive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113883218432219308?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113883218432219308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113883218432219308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113883218432219308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113883218432219308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-just-follow-blindly-use-your.html' title='Don&apos;t just follow blindly, use your brains.. Buy Danish!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113861308045474204</id><published>2006-01-30T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:24:40.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>جمعة</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/34/93027004_6214e69ae0_o.jpg" title="gom3a"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/93027004_6214e69ae0_o.jpg" width="450" height="620" alt="gom3a" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;الريس جمعة - سواق الكاريتة في سيوة و ريس على بقية السواقين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113861308045474204?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113861308045474204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113861308045474204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113861308045474204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113861308045474204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_30.html' title='جمعة'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113759035645123341</id><published>2006-01-18T15:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:19:16.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Who so loves / Believes the impossible." --Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113759035645123341?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113759035645123341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113759035645123341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113759035645123341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113759035645123341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-so-loves-believes-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113637088172928238</id><published>2006-01-04T12:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T12:49:05.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>هذا الإنسان - الجزء الثاني</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;أنا عقل و مشاعر
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إنه أنا مرة أخرى. أنظر لنفسي ثانيةً. أبدو مختلفاً هذه المرة! أنظر لكل ما أدركته، لكل ما عرفته عن نفسي. أنظر للمكان حولي الذي يعج بأشياء من كافة اللأصناف حتى تكاد تبدو لي مخترعات عجيبة ثم أدرك أنها أدوات للحياة اليومية إخترعها الانسان. أتأمل فيما صنعته هذه البشرية و أتعجب. كل ما يحوطني من أبنية و أجهزة وإختراعات. كل صوت منبعث من جهاز أو صورة على شاشة خلفها انسان. أرى هذه العجائب و أتسائل، هل الانسان أيضاً خالق؟؟
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أعود أنظر لنفسي، إنه لهذا السبب أشعر بالإختلاف اليوم. إنه عقلي الذي أدركه. إنه عقلي الذي أدرك لي كل ما أدركت، إنه عقل الانسان الذي صنع الحضارة و إخترع الأدوات ثم الأبنية ثم الأجهزة.
إنها هذه المادة الرخوية التي تستقر في داخل رأسي و تأمر جميع أعضائي كأنما الرئيس عليهم. لا، لقد تداخلت علىَّ الأمور. فمخي ليس هو عقلي. حسناً المخ هو ذلك العضو المستقر داخل الرأس، يمر فيه عدد لا يحصى من الومضات الكهرائية التي تنقل الأوامر منه و إليه و إلى العالم الخارجي! ينظم وظائف الجسد و يرسل و يستقبل كل الإشارات، كل المؤثرات. إنه هو الذي يحلل الصورة التي تنقلها العينين، و الصوت الذي يأتي عبر الآذان، و هو الذي يترجم ما تلمسه اليدان. إنه المتحكم في هذا الجسد. إنه من يفكر و من يتكلم و من يحدد من أنا و كيف أختلف. و عند هذه النقطة أستطيع أن أسميه عقلاً.
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عندما أتجول بفكري في عقول البشرية أرى أيضاً الكثير
فهنالك عقولاً صنعت الحضارة
و عقولاً أخرى هدمت الحضارة بحروبها
هناك عقولاً أثرت حياة البشرية بمخترعاتها النافعة
و أخرى صنعت السلاح الذي قتل به الانسان أخيه و تفننت
هناك عقلاً أبدع فناً يرتقي بالروح و يعلو بها إلى السموات
و آخر صنع ما يخاطب غرائزه فقط
و هناك من حاول يشفي المرض و يمنعه
و من إخترع فيروساً جديداً ليبيد أعدائه من البشر
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أحتار حقاً، لما صنعنا الله قادرين هكذا؟؟ إنظروا لكل ما صنعناه.. لقد أخذنا الأرض بكراً و أحطناها بأبنيتنا و أجهزتنا، لقد نافسنا القمر في السماء بأقمار صناعية لنعزز اتصالاتنا، لقد وجدنا الدواء و لكننا خلقنا المرض، لقد صنعنا الفن و خلقنا السياسة. حقاً لماذا نحن قادرين هكذا؟
و إذا كنا قادرين هكذا، فبماذا أفسر الجنون؟ بماذا أفسر الجهل و التخلف؟ بماذا أفسر فقدان العقل؟
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عقلي يخاطبني قائلاً: و ما مشكلتك في كوننا قادرين؟ ألا ترى أن كل استعمل عقله بحسب معتقداته و أفكاره؟ أن العقل ربما يكون قد انقلب على البشرية و لكنه يبقى حراً أبداً.
لقد سجنوا الأجساد و قيدوها و لكن العقل ظل حراً. لقد تخطى العقل حدود الجسد الذي يسكنه. لقد أدرك عقل الانسان أن له خالق و أدرك بدوره أنه هو أيضاً خالق.
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هه؟؟ حسناً يا عقلي العزيز، لقد مسك الجنون!!
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لا يا ولدي،
إنه أنا من أخاطبك من خلال عقلك،
نعم يا ولدي، لقد خلقتك خالقاً.
نعمـ أنت لا تستطيع أن تخلق شيئاً حياً
و لكنك عمرت الأرض بكل ما بها.
لقد خلقتك لي شريكاً في هذه الخليقة،
خلقتك لتصنع معي.
أكنت أشيد لكم مبانيكم و أعمل لكم أجهزتكم؟
لم أخلق لك الحاسب الآلي الذي صنعته أنت
و لكنني خلقت الأعظم
خلقتك أنت
و خلقت لك عقلاً لتستكمل ما بدأته أنا.
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تمر أيام و خلفها أيام و أعيش مع إخوتي البشر. أستخدم جسدي و عقلي، أفكر معهم و أكل معهم. نعيش سوياً!
و أشعر بنفسي مختلفاً كل يوم. أرتبط بهم، أحتاج إليهم، أخاف عليهم أن يمسهم أي سوء، أريد أن أخدمهم، أختلف معهم، أريد أن أضرب بعضهم أحياناً. أفرح كثيراً و أحزن كثيراً أيضاً في مرات أخرى. أحببتهم و كرهت البعض أحياناً. إنه المشاعر التي تنمو كل يوم و أدرك أنني أكثر من جسد و عقل و روح، لدي أيضاً المشاعر. تلك الأحاسيس التي تنمو في مكان ما بداخلي –لم اتأكد بعد لو كان قلبي أم عقلي- كلما إزدادت علاقتي بالبشر.
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في وجودي معهم، تعلقت بانسان آخريشبهني كثيراً و لكن يختلف عني كثيراً أيضاً. كائناً جميلاً هو. أحببت هيئته، و أعجبت بعقله. أصبحت أشتاق إلى أن أراه أكثر من الجميع و هو أيضاً كان يشاركني نفس الإحساس. و أدركت أن هذا هو الحب! نعم، أنا أحب.
أحب أن أراه و أحب أن أراه سعيداً، أجزع عندما يمر بخاطري أن سوءاً قد يمسه. أجد سعادتي بقربه و أتمنى له كل الخير. أود أن أقضي كل أيامي معه و أحبه و أخدمه و أدخل السعادة إلى نفسه. لم يكن مثلي و لكنه كان يكملني.
إنها سعادة عظيمة تلك التي أشعر بها، إنها تتخطى كل الحدود المتعارف عليه، إنها تفوق الوصف، إنها السماء، حقاً لقد لمست السماء بيداي!
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إفترقنا..
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كما يفترق الجميع.. تتعدد الأسباب و يظل الفراق كما هو.. العكس التام للسعادة الفائقة الوصف، الألم الذي يفوق الإحتمال...
الألم الذي لم أرى له حلاً، الألم الذي جعلني أتمني الموت حتى لا أعيش تلك اللحظات الكئيبة.
تتعدد الأسباب أيضاً و تتعدد الآلام، و لكن يظل ألم النفس هو الأعظم.. هذا الألم الذي يعتصر في النفس و قلما يجد منه الانسان مخرجاً. قيل لي أن لي في الصلاة دواءاً و ان أملي الوحيد هو أن الوقت سيمحو كل شئ.
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و لكنني ألومه.. ليس علي الفراق.. و لكن على الحب!!
نعم لماذا نحب لنفترق؟؟
لماذا نتعلق ببعضنا لنموت؟؟
لماذا نأمل في الحياة و نتطلع إلى الأفضل ليخيب أملنا؟؟
لماذا نحب فنتألم؟؟
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أشعر بنظرته الحانية لي، كأنما يريد أن يربت على أكتافي و يحتضنني.
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يتكلم كما يخاطبني دائماً من أعماقي..
هل تظن يا ولدي أن الألم هو أسوأ ما في الحياة؟؟
أنظر مرة أخرى و ستدرك أنك تتكلم من منطلق إحساسك بالأم و الخيبة فقط
أسوأ ما في الحياة هو اللا حب، اللا إحساس، اللا إهتمام، اللا مبالاة
أن تحب هو أن تخوض مغامرة عظيمة، الألم قد يكون إحدى ضرائبها
و لكن أن ترفض الحب من البداية، هو أن تقرر الموت حياً!
تلك النار المقدسة التي لمست قلبك عندما أحببت فأشعلته
تلك النار كانت أنا
لقد إختبرتني يا ولدي
فمهما كان الألم في هذه الحياة.. فإنه لا يساوي لحظة واحدة مني في قلبك
ألا ترى أنني أتألم معك؟؟
منذ بدء الخلقة و أنا أتألم لألمك
و أن نار المحبة التي أشعلت قلبي بحبك هي من دفعني إلى الألم
الألم و حتى الموت من أجلك..
إفرح يا ولدي، فقد أضاءت شعلتي بداخلك
إفرح يا ولدي لأنني أحببتك و تألمت من أجلك
كل ما حدث لك كان عظيماً، لأنك في إرتباطك بالبشرو في حبك و في ألمك و في كل مشاعرك تختبر وجودي و تشعر بإحساسي و تكون واحداً معي...
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*  مقالات أكتبها لمجلة دعوة خاصة جداً - تصدر عن نشاط أغصان الكرمة     -   الجزء الأول &lt;a href="http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_22.html"&gt;هنا&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113637088172928238?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113637088172928238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113637088172928238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113637088172928238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113637088172928238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='هذا الإنسان - الجزء الثاني'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113550468540583896</id><published>2005-12-25T11:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T12:00:18.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic of Christmas day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/38/77121286_902ef14aa0.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/77121286_902ef14aa0.jpg" alt="xmas tree1" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Deck the halls with boughts of holly
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's the season to be jolly
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And be thankful for all that we have
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All the lights and decorations
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Put up in anticipation
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Of the joyful celebration
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That's on its way
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(We're) counting the days
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'Til it's time for Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh and God bless us everyone
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The good and the bad
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The happy; the sad
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh and God bless us everyone
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Here's to family and friends&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's good to be here again&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On the streets there's children laughing
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;People smile as they are passing
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Christmas time is here, our waiting is done
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wishing it could last forever
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Not just twelve days in December
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Through the year let's try to remember
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That special way
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That everyone feels
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's the magic of Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh and God bless us everyone&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The good and the bad
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The happy; the sad
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh and God bless us everyone
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Here's to family and friends
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's good to be here again
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So fill your heart with love and joy
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And through the eyes of girls and boys
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Share their wonder, live through their joy
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's easy to do, just open your heart
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The spirit will come to you
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh and God bless us everyone
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The good and the bad
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The happy; the sad
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh and God bless us everyone
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Here's to family and friends
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's good to be here again&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Celine Dion, These are special times)&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113550468540583896?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113550468540583896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113550468540583896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113550468540583896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113550468540583896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/12/magic-of-christmas-day.html' title='The magic of Christmas day..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113536827604096142</id><published>2005-12-23T22:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:04:36.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, oh so cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She took a walk in the cold, that cold he loved so much; hoping it would freeze her feelings and her pain. She threw her head back trying to breathe that cold air, she was choking. She raised her head up and cried with a broken voice "Father! Help me!"&lt;/span&gt;
 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All she got in reply was a silence, followed by thunder and angels' tears mixing to her own.&lt;/span&gt;
 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She knew it was going to be a long winter and that nothing was ever going to freeze any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113536827604096142?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113536827604096142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113536827604096142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113536827604096142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113536827604096142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/12/cold-oh-so-cold.html' title='Cold, oh so cold...'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113508823421360578</id><published>2005-12-20T16:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:42:59.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Loza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/3/4895019_cb23d8c641_o.jpg" title="Loza"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/3/4895019_cb23d8c641_o.jpg" alt="loza" height="165" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I sold my car!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I loved it but I hated to drive it!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's gone now, may be I should get a new one.. I still hate driving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113508823421360578?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113508823421360578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113508823421360578' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113508823421360578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113508823421360578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/12/bye-bye-loza.html' title='Bye Bye Loza'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113428864283510195</id><published>2005-12-11T09:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T10:50:22.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>عدت لأصمت</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;أعيد فتحها اليوم، بعدما أغلقتها إحتجاجاً &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;
أدركت أنني محبوبة بشروط، يحبونني لأنني الفتاة العاقلة، الهادئة، العميقة و عندما غضبت و رغبت في أن أخبط رأسي في الحائط، عندما شكوت من جرادل المية الساقعة إللي بتندلق على دماغي، وعظوني. لأني مش من حقي أبقى غضبانة و لا إني أصرخ. يجب أن أظل دوماً الكتكوتة الأمورة حتى أكون طبيعية و بخير و زي بقية الناس
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&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;استيقظت اليوم مبكراً على آلام في المعدة و حلق جاف. ظللت أحملق مذبهلة في تناحة غريبة في شاشة الحاسوب بينما يغني زين محمود على الوين آمب:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;" يبكي و يضحك، لا حزناً و لا فرحاً، كعاشق خط سطراً في الهوا و محاه"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;أدرك في لحظة ما أنني أنا محور أغنيته. أبكي و أضحك، لا حزناً و لا فرحاً. يأساً؟؟
أدرك أنه بعد اليأس، يأتي اللا إحساس.. اللا إحساس ليس كاللا مبالاة، اللا إحساس يصيب المبالي بشدة الذي يصل إلى النقطة التي يفقد فيها كل شئ.. حتى الإحساس، إللي هو أصلاً حاجة ببلاش كده.. حتى أبو بلاش، مابقاش في منه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;بالأمس انفجرت باكية عندما قيل لي أنه تم إهداء أكتر تمثال بأحبه لتوت عنخ آمون للورا بوش، لو أخدوا مني توت، يفضللي أنا إيه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;أبدل نظرة التحدي التي طالما ملأت عيوني قائلة:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;" ما تقدرش!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a title="ما تقدرش" href="http://static.flickr.com/20/72309083_ebccff4e11_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="470" alt="mate2darsh" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/72309083_ebccff4e11_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;بنظرة اللا إحساس الذي يعتريني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://static.flickr.com/35/72310356_e25f665ed0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="kitty cropped" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/72310356_e25f665ed0_o.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;أتذكر &lt;a href="http://khealzale.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_08.html"&gt;ما كتبه ببس &lt;/a&gt;من يومين و أقول في نفسي " يا عيني عليك يا علي" و أرجع و أقول لنفسي ما يصعبش عليكي غالي!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113428864283510195?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113428864283510195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113428864283510195' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113428864283510195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113428864283510195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='عدت لأصمت'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113274586496742183</id><published>2005-11-23T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:41:35.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>يأس؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;بحبك و مش عارفة أعمل إيه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;كل يوم بأدور على الحاجات الحلوة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/35/63835554_4d2a868312.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/63835554_4d2a868312.jpg" width="450" height="300" alt="bridge" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;و بألاقي منها كتير و لكن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;يندلق على رأسي جردل مية ساقعة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;و أرجع تاني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;أخبط دماغي في الحيط&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113274586496742183?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113274586496742183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113274586496742183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113274586496742183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113274586496742183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_23.html' title='يأس؟'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113274221378174684</id><published>2005-11-23T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:36:53.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;They all say it..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;They all see it..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I guess it makes it official now...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm an angry little thing!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113274221378174684?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113274221378174684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113274221378174684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113274221378174684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113274221378174684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113214493608029076</id><published>2005-11-16T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:45:34.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When dreams turn into nightmares!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.requiemforadream.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/485/320/195px-Requiem_for_a_dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No.. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that depressed, it's a movie I watched last night (A good friend's recommendation)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Requiem_for_a_dream"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Requiem for a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darren_Aronofsky"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Darren Aronofsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; ..

It's useless to tell you the story now, I just have to say, it's a very depressing movie that you should see! Stunning visuals, excellent directing, haunting music.. It's very painful especially by the end of it..
The word Requiem means "the funeral mass", ouch.. don't you think?? You see in the movie what happens to the dreams of four people over 3 seasons, summer, fall and winter.. how the degradation happens.. Everybody's on drugs too ..
Wanna see how it feels, try the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.requiemforadream.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;official website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113214493608029076?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113214493608029076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113214493608029076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113214493608029076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113214493608029076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-dreams-turn-into-nightmares.html' title='When dreams turn into nightmares!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113213158671800430</id><published>2005-11-16T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:59:46.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>يا صباح الفل</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/63835556_fe6876fd71.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/63835556_fe6876fd71.jpg" width="388" height="500" alt="coffee" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;أنا خرمانة ع الصبح و ما شربتش حاجة لسة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;إهئ إهئ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113213158671800430?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113213158671800430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113213158671800430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113213158671800430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113213158671800430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_16.html' title='يا صباح الفل'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113205752478595856</id><published>2005-11-15T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:25:24.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-posting .. Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last year, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2004/10/freedom-is-tree-she-has-wings-her-head.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;posted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; this photo with that comment : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Freedom is a tree, she has wings, her head is a sun and her roots are deep in the earth."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/30/63543316_e91eae9092.jpg" title="freedom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/63543316_e91eae9092.jpg" width="424" height="500" alt="freedom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love the picture so much, that's why I'm posting it again .&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It got me thinking though, what are the wings for, if you're deeply rooted into earth, you'll never fly then, a mental image hopped into my mind about this poor "freedom" desperatly flapping those wings of hers in attempt to fly, the sun of her head glowing intensly as she tries harder, with the time passing, she's tired, her sun is fading out and she remains miserable.. she would've lost it all.. However, the alternative scenario would be her succeding to fly, pulling the roots out of the ground.. Then I wonder if she'll live long after.. yeah.. she would, cause she'll just fit somewhere else.. or may be learn to find other ressources.. I don't know! What was I thinking when I drew this?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I still love it though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113205752478595856?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113205752478595856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113205752478595856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113205752478595856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113205752478595856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/11/re-posting-freedom.html' title='Re-posting .. Freedom'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113196485581977216</id><published>2005-11-14T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:51:06.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Have fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?ilmkq6gbn64"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; at ArtPad!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/485/320/pic.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;choose the fastest play option because otherwise, it'll take a long time!
Wanna paint one.. go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/artpad/painter/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;

Have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113196485581977216?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113196485581977216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113196485581977216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113196485581977216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113196485581977216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/11/have-fun.html' title='Have fun!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113195788856973896</id><published>2005-11-14T10:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:47:47.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>عايزة أنط من فوق السور</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="jasmine" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/54633525_35627b4d8d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="306" alt="jasmines" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/54633525_35627b4d8d_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;عايزة أنط من فوق السور&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;زي ما الياسمين عمل &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;و أبص على الناس إللي لسة تحت و أقول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;هييه! عديت الناحية التانية&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;و طلعت برة السور&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;يللا أنتم كمان حصلوني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;يا جماعة السور عالي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;يا ترى مسموح أجيب سِلم؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;فجأة إفتكرت منير و هو بيقول&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;حبيبي عايز ياسمينة، منين أجيب ياسمينة؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;دول علوا السور علينا و حبسوني و حبسوه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;يا ترى هو كمان فكر يجيب سِلم و حبسوه و لا إيه؟؟&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113195788856973896?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113195788856973896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113195788856973896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113195788856973896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113195788856973896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_14.html' title='عايزة أنط من فوق السور'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113132395475360690</id><published>2005-11-07T02:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:45:15.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>مش عايزة أنام</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;تقارب الساعة الثانية صباحاً، أضع &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlas_Shrugged"&gt;الكتاب&lt;/a&gt; الذي أقرؤه جانباً. أخيراً إنتهيت من قراءة أول 315 صفحة من الـ 1070! أتذكر عندما بدأته.. كنت على وشك ان أفقد الأمل في قراءته في أول 20 صفحة.. و لكن هه.. هناك تقدم
أشعر بالجوع، أضيء نور المطبخ و أصنع لنفسي شطيرتين من الجبن و أضعهما في الفرن الكهربائي، أصنع كوباً من الشيكولاتة الساخنة
أعشق شرب الشيكولاتة الساخنة في المنزل في الشتاء، فهي تشعرني بالأمان.. هذا الإحساس الذي كنت أشعر به عندما تمطر في الخارج و أكون أنا بالمنزل أشرب الشيكولاتة في مأمن من البرد و المطر. أنا أحب المطر و لكنني أكره الإحساس بقلة الحيلة كأن أراني واقفة في وسط الأمطار، مكتئبة، أشعر بالبرد، أبغي العودة لمنزلي و لا أستطيع
لا أريد أن أنام، عليَّ أن أذهب لعملي في الغد و لكنني لا أشعر بالرغبة في النوم!
"أعشق اليل" تقول ذاتي، أجيبها قائلة "إنه يصيبني بالكآبة، فكيف نعشقه"
تجيبني "نحن نكره مجئ اليل، لحظة نزوله و لكننا نعشقه هو.. هل لو لم يكن لديك ما يجبرك على الاستيقاظ في الصباح، كنتِ لتنامي؟" بصراحة.. لأ
على فكرة.. هو ده غالباً سبب الكآبة المزمنة إللي أنا فيها من ساعة ما اشتغلت .. إني لازم أدخل أنام بالظبط وقت ما بتنور شعلة دماغي
أشعر بالرغبة في الطيران و التحليق.. لا أرغب في النوم و لا أريد أن أفكر بالغد
في الخلفية موسيقى فيلم &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelie"&gt;أميلي&lt;/a&gt; .. تتعاظم رغبتي في التحليق لأعلى
مش عايزة أنام .. عايزة أطير&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113132395475360690?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113132395475360690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113132395475360690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113132395475360690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113132395475360690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='مش عايزة أنام'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113074903042970034</id><published>2005-10-31T10:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:57:10.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>زهق</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;أنا زهقانة من العيشة
حد غيري زهقان برضه؟؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113074903042970034?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113074903042970034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113074903042970034' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113074903042970034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113074903042970034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_31.html' title='زهق'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113061715224760518</id><published>2005-10-29T22:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:19:12.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>المهم الفلوس إللي إتدفعت في النضارة.. مش مهم عينيك أنت</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/26/57261160_fd94c69d73_o.jpg" title="تأمين"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/57261160_fd94c69d73_o.jpg" alt="joly_ta2min" height="334" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;مش مهم لو الكورة جت في عينك و كسرت لك النضارة و إزاز النضارة خرم عينك&lt;/span&gt;
 
 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;عارف ليه؟؟&lt;/span&gt;
 
 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;علشان في تأمين! هيييييه&lt;/span&gt;
 
 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;النضارة متأمن عليها.. عينك؟؟&lt;/span&gt;
 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;لأ طظ فيك بقى.. إنت طلباتك كترت كده ليه؟؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113061715224760518?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113061715224760518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113061715224760518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113061715224760518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113061715224760518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_29.html' title='المهم الفلوس إللي إتدفعت في النضارة.. مش مهم عينيك أنت'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113015743820342287</id><published>2005-10-24T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:01:09.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your light..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a title="your light" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/54633521_bcc15194e7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="325" alt="cast your light" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/54633521_bcc15194e7_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cast your Light over me&lt;/span&gt; ..
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So that..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even when it's really dark&lt;/span&gt; ..
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would still shine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ith that Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113015743820342287?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113015743820342287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113015743820342287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113015743820342287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113015743820342287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-light.html' title='Your light..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-113014195134487773</id><published>2005-10-24T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:19:11.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>إختلاف .. تفرد</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;مشكلتنا كمصريين (أو بالأصح، إحدى مشكلاتنا كمصريين) إننا مش بنعرف نختلف صح (هو إحنا مش بنعرف نختلف من أساسه).. كل حاجة جامدة و في قوالب.. لو ولد طول شعره.. عيب.. لو بنت لبست مش عارفة إيه .. عيب .. لما أنا قلبت نباتية .. ليه يا حبيبتي، ده حتى حرام .. ربنا محلل اكل الحيوانات.. لما نسمع مزيكا مختلفة.. لما نقرأ كتب مختلفة.. لما نطلع معسكرات.. لما نغير قصة شعرنا.. لما نتعلم لغة جديدة.. لما نعمل مدونة.. دايماً يسألوا إشمعنى يعني؟؟
يا عزيزي المصري .. ليس لك الحق في أن تكون مختلفاً أو متفرداً بذاتك..
لازم تبقى زي الناس..
بص كده..
شوف الناس عاملة إزاي..
يللا بقى .. روح إبقى زيهم..

لأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأأ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-113014195134487773?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/113014195134487773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=113014195134487773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113014195134487773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/113014195134487773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_24.html' title='إختلاف .. تفرد'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112989904859668695</id><published>2005-10-21T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:46:24.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>أنا مصرية</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;
أكتب إليكم هذه المرة، تعليقاً على ما &lt;a href="http://egyptiansandmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/10/entropy.html"&gt;كتب قرد الرمال&lt;/a&gt; و معلقيه عما حدث في الإسكندرية..
أنا بصراحة ما بأحبش أتكلم في الدين، لأن ده موضوع شخصي، بين البني آدم و ربنا و في رأيي الخاص إنه مش من حق أي حد إنه يتدخل فيه. و قلما أوضحت أي حاجة شخصية قوي عن نفسي و خصوصاً في الموضوع ده.
لكن ما علينا، ما بدهاش بقى، أهم ألحوا عليا و أنا قلت و ماله.. مرة من نفسي أتكلم ..

أنا تربية مدرسة راهبات، ما كانش فيها فرق ما بيننا أبداً، أصحابي الأنتيم كانوا داليا و فاطمة، كنا على طول في بيوت بعض،بنأكل مع بعض، نكتب شعر و نبعته للراهبة المسئولة عن الدور (زي فيلم The dead poet society ) و نتخانق و نتصالح و نعمل مجلات في المدرسة .. هي دي كانت الدنيا بالنسبة لي.. الفرق إنه يوم الإثنين، داليا و فاطمة كان عندهم حصة فاضية و أنا عندي قداس ..
مشاكلنا و خناقاتنا في الفصل إننا كنا نحارب السطحية و التفاهة طالما إن في ناس بتموت من الجوع و الفقر و طالما البيئة فيها تلوث و مستشفى المجانين مليانة ناس غلابة بيتعاملوا زي الحيوانات و الملاجئ مليانة عيال أهلها عايشة بس رامياها هناك و لأن في ناس عايشين في حي الزبالين وسط الزبالة و ناس تانية ساكنة في مكان اسمه مستعمرة الجذام.
مدرستي ربت فينا القلوب .. ربتنا مصريات بنبص على إخواتنا المصريين كلهم..&lt;/p&gt;
لما زرنا مستشفى المجانين مع الفصل في ثانية ثانوي، ما فرقش مع أي واحدة فينا تعرف دول مسيحيين و لا مسلمين.. لأنهم بشر.. بشر بتتألم.. و الألم واحد.. و ربنا خلقنا كلنا زي بعض..
تصدقوا إن أنا عمري ما أخدت بالي من حكاية "بنهئ أخواتنا المسيحيين بالعيد" إنها غريبة! و لما أخدت بالي بسبب إللي &lt;a href="http://egyptiansandmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/10/entropy.html"&gt;كتبه قرد الرمال&lt;/a&gt;، حسيت إنها مصيبة إنني ماخدتش بالي قبل كده.. ده أنا حتى كنت بأقول في عقل بالي "كتر خيرهم .. إفتكرونا" .. يا نهار أسود! ده أنا كمان معتبرة نفسي من الأقليات بقى!

طبعاً الكلية و الشغل كانوا حاجة تانية.. عمر ما حد ضايقني صراحةً يعني، بس الناس قالولي إنه مالوش لازمة أدخل سياسة و إقتصاد لأن عمري ما هأتعين في وزارة الخارجية و يعني إيه ممكن الواحد يقضي في رسالة الماجستير 7 سنين و إزاي لما بنقول صباح الخير بيترد عليها و عليكم السلام و رحمة الله و بركاته و صدمة عمري كانت المناقشة عند &lt;a href="http://r-and-m.blogspot.com/"&gt;راء و ميم&lt;/a&gt; حول جواز &lt;a href="http://r-and-m.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html"&gt;تهنئة النصارى بأعيادهم&lt;/a&gt; أم لا.. يعني أنا كنت بأسمع طراطيش كلام عن الموضوع ده.. بس ماكنتش أتخيل إن في ناس كتير بتفكر كده..

يعني.. ما علينا من كل ده، أنا بس قلت أديكم خلفية عن نشأتي و صدمتي قبل ما أدخل في الموضوع.
في واحد أجنبي ساب تعليق &lt;a href="http://egyptiansandmonkey.blogspot.com/2005/10/entropy.html#c112981904553441965"&gt;هناك&lt;/a&gt; بيقول للمسيحيين يهربوا من مصر و أنا كاتبة ده أساساً علشان أرد عليه..
و أقوله لأ .. مصر بلدي و أنا مش أقلية.. لأنني إتربيت إن كل المصريين أهلي .. و إن إللي بيني و بين ربنا هو بيني و بين ربنا.. لأن الإيمان ده في القلب و مش تصنيف على البطاقة الشخصية ..
إلا صحيح.. أنا بيغيظني أوي موضوع البطاقة ده! أصله إيش دخل مصر في إللي بيني و بين ربنا؟؟

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112989904859668695?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112989904859668695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112989904859668695' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112989904859668695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112989904859668695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='أنا مصرية'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112941151469479949</id><published>2005-10-15T23:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T23:31:22.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Free??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I always believed that Love comes free..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but somehow I keep getting all these bills..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112941151469479949?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112941151469479949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112941151469479949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112941151469479949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112941151469479949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/free.html' title='Free??'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112902745715194347</id><published>2005-10-11T12:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:46:34.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes I wish we had no names or identities
That we would just exist.. be there
Or even better.. that everyone else would just disappear and let us be.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes.. hmm.. no.. most of the time&lt;/span&gt; ..
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Naaah.. all the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112902745715194347?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112902745715194347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112902745715194347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112902745715194347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112902745715194347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes ..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112884370685190251</id><published>2005-10-09T09:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:43:08.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for today.. Breathless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We're back to work again :((&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway.. here's a song to cheer us up today..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Breathless - The Corrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Go on go on
Leave me breathless
Come on
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The day light's fading slowly
The time with you is standing still
I'm waiting for you only
The slightest touch and I feel weak
I cannot lie
From you I cannot hide
And I'm losing the will to try
Can't hide it, can't fight it
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So go on, go on
Come on
Leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me
Until I can't denie this loving feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on go on
Come on
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if there's no tomorrow
And all we have is here and now
I'm happy just to have you
You're all the love I need
Somehow it's like a dream
Although I'm not asleep
I never want to wake up
Don't lose it, don't leave me
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So go on go on
Come on
Leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me
Until I can't denie this loving feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on go on
Come on

And I can't lie, from you I cannot hide
And I've lost my will to try
Can't hide it, can't fight it
So go on go on
Come on
Leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me
Until I can't deny this loving feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on go on
Come on
Leave me breathless
Go on go on
Come on
leave me breathless
Go on Go on
Leave me breathless
Go on ... Go on
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112884370685190251?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112884370685190251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112884370685190251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112884370685190251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112884370685190251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/song-for-today-breathless.html' title='A song for today.. Breathless'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112833383694256644</id><published>2005-10-03T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T02:36:56.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I understand..</title><content type='html'>To my friend (you know who you are)
You've been saying for a while now that you don't want to live anymore, that you just came into the wrong world..
Today I finally understand..

"On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux"
Le Petit Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

"It is only with one's heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye"
The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112833383694256644?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112833383694256644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112833383694256644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112833383694256644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112833383694256644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-understand.html' title='I understand..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112824806162001531</id><published>2005-10-02T11:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T12:14:23.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting question..</title><content type='html'>My Friend Marianne finally started posting on her &lt;a href="http://merrooo.blogspot.com"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt; entitled "Porquoi la vie nous donne ce qu'elle nous prendra??" which means why does life give us what it will take away from us??
The blog's title is the name of a song from the french musical "Romeo &amp; Juliette"
Interesting indeed, however, I did tell her that it was OK for life to give and take as long as we live the moments in between to the fullest and that what life gives us makes us grow and makes us happy even for a few moments ..
Well, I don't think she was convinced, however, her plan is.. next time she wouldn't let life take the good stuff away!! It's always worth a try, a sincere one!

The good news is.. we're both back to singing classes, we found a new teacher .. yayyyy :)))
Cover your ears.. the soprano bloggers are coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112824806162001531?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112824806162001531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112824806162001531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112824806162001531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112824806162001531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/10/interesting-question.html' title='Interesting question..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112789897698812439</id><published>2005-09-28T12:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:16:16.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hymn to Isis</title><content type='html'>Because I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the scorned
I am the whore and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am the sterile one, and my children are many
I am the well-wed and the spinster
I am the one who gave the light and the one who never gave birth
I am the wife and the husband
And it was my man who bore me in his belly
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And he is my rejected son
Respect me always
Because I am the scandalous and the discreet.

The hymn to Isis discovered in Nag Hammadi, scholars claim was written between the 3rd and 4th centuries of our age

Source: &lt;a href="http://www.warriorofthelight.com"&gt;Warrior of the Light Online &lt;/a&gt;by Paulo Coelho Edition &lt;a href="http://www.warriorofthelight.com/engl/edi56_autor.shtml"&gt;56&lt;/a&gt;
I do prefer the &lt;a href="http://www.warriorofthelight.com/espa/edi56_autor.shtml"&gt;Spanish version&lt;/a&gt; though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112789897698812439?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112789897698812439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112789897698812439' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112789897698812439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112789897698812439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/hymn-to-isis.html' title='Hymn to Isis'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112767566226939132</id><published>2005-09-25T22:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:14:22.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The romantic Sandmonkey .. Oh la la!</title><content type='html'>Yes, you did read correctly. . The &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5872240"&gt;Sandmonkey&lt;/a&gt; has a &lt;a href="http://erosturranos.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt; for personal posts, poems and favorite lyrics!
Apparently the guy can do more than politics and.. well other stuff, you know if you&lt;a href="http://egyptiansandmonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt; read him&lt;/a&gt;.. and he actually does it really well, the blog's entitled Eros Turranos (Love the tyrant)
Ooooh, didn't I tell you.. a romantic Sandmonkey and hey.. no forewarnings to sod off.. yet
&lt;a href="http://erosturranos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check him out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112767566226939132?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112767566226939132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112767566226939132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112767566226939132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112767566226939132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/romantic-sandmonkey-oh-la-la.html' title='The romantic Sandmonkey .. Oh la la!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112763971081398645</id><published>2005-09-25T11:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:05:37.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bad day!</title><content type='html'>OK, so the day is starting really bad anonouncing a glorious week to come!
My colleague asks me: "Shamoussa, is your chair wet??"
Me: "No, but wait let me see .... Ewwww!"
So.. for a start, I had to go home to change and come back to the office because the guy who comes to clean on the weekend didn't leave a note that the chairs could still carry water on the inside! I'm so mad!

And by the way, if you're using IE, you must see how a mess my blog is, even though it looks really great on Firefox, I spent my weekend doing this!

&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OK.. so, the mood implies a little blues here ..
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wasted life blues by Bessie Smith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I lived a life but nothing I've gained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Each day I'm full of sorrow and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No one seems enough for poor me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To give me a word of sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what will the end be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what will become of poor me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No father to guide, no mother to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Must bear my troubles all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not even a brother to help me share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This burden I must bear alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what will the end be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what will become of poor me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sittin' and thinkin' of the days gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They fills my heart with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm too weak to stand and too strong to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I'm forgettin' it all in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what will the end be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what will become of poor me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've travelled and wandered almost everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To get a little joy from life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still I've gained but worries and despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still struggling in this world of strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what will the end be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh me, oh my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what will become of poor me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112763971081398645?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112763971081398645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112763971081398645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112763971081398645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112763971081398645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/bad-bad-day.html' title='Bad bad day!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112736499776571717</id><published>2005-09-22T07:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:15:06.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'>هذا الإنسان - الجزء الأول</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;فتحت عيناي .. لا أتذكر كم من الوقت بقيت مغلقة.. و لكنني فتحتها الآن..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;هل أنا أعمى؟؟ لما يحوطني هذا السواد؟؟ لا لا لست اعمى .. أتذكر أنني كنت أرى في الماضي .. لا، لست أذكر شيئاً.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;من أنا؟؟ أو بالأصح ما أنا؟؟ أنا لست أدري.. لست أعلم &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;كل ما يبدو لي أنني فقط موجود.. كائن .. حي ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أنظر لهذا السطح اللامع حيث تنعكس هذه الصورة التي تتبعني أينما ذهبت..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أهذا هو الإنسان إذن؟؟ أهو أنا؟؟ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أتأملني طويلاً: كرة بها بعض البروزات و يعلوها الشعر تستقر فوق مخروط يقطعه عمودياً خط تتدلى منه زوائد تنتهي بالعديد من الأصابع.. أهذه أذرعي؟؟ يديا؟ أصابعي؟ أضم هذه الأصابع بإحكام.. قبضتي، تبدو لي قوية، أفتحها مرة أخرى.. يا لها من حركة&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أتأمل بإعجاب الإنعكاس الهادئ على السطح اللامع لهذه الآلة الجميلة .. كم تبدو دقيقة .. معقدة و لكن بسيطة..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;ترى كم من الوقت إحتاج صانع الإنسان لتصميمه؟؟ هل كان صنع الإنسان هو حلم حياته؟؟ شغله الشاغل؟؟ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;في كل الأحوال يبدو بارعاً حقاً&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أترك السطح اللامع لحاله و أتأمل نفسي .. أنا الإنسان&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أراني، كأنما أراني للمرة الأولى .. اليوم أدركت أنني إنسان و لكنني أجهل ما هو هذا الإنسان ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;لا تملوا، إذ أنني سوف أردد هذا اللفظ الجميل "إنسان"، لست كمن تعلمه اليوم و لكنني أدركت اليوم أنه أنا ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;يجب أن أكتشفه .. يبدوا قوياً، دقيقاً، معقداً، بسيطاً، جميلاً، فريداً .. كل هذا .. هو أنا .. كم أنا فخور&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;هذا الجسد&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;وصفته أنا بالكرة المرتكزة على مخروط ... إلخ .. فإذ به رأس يحتوي على مخ ينظم وظائف الجسد و يضم عيوناً للرؤيا، أذاناً للسمع، أنف للتنفس و الشم و لساناً للكلام .. حقاً لقد تعدت هذه الكرة توقعاتي!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;هذه الهيئة الإنسانية، إذ بها مجموعة من الخلايا التي تكون أعضاء و الأعضاء تكون أجهزة تعمل بدورها على بقائي حياً.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أغلق عيناي، أنصت بإهتمام لهذا الصوت الذي يدق بداخل صدري، إيقاع منتظم .. أهذا هو قلبي؟؟ أهو الذي يسرع عندما أخاف، أقلق أو أرى من أحب ؟؟ أهو الذي يضخ الدم و الغذاء لباقي الجسد؟؟ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;صدري يعلو و يهبط معلناً إمتلائي بالحياة، الذي يمارس اليوجا قد يخبرني أنني أتنفس الخالق في كل شهيق و أطرد آلامي في كل زفير.. كم أود أن يكون محقاً.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;هواء بارد يكتنف المكان فجأة، يقشعر بدني و تقف الشعيرات الصغيرة علي ذراعي.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;كل مؤثر حولي تنقله لمخي شبكة من الأعصاب الدقيقة التي توصل ملايين الإلكترونات كل ثانية.. كل ما يبدو لي بسيطاً .. كل هذه التفاعلات الكيميائية التي تتم دون أن أدري عنها شيئاً.. هذه الآلة المعجزة التي إكتشفتها اليوم&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;هذه الآلة الممتعة أيضاً.. كل هذه الحواس التي أمتلكها.. حقاً ممتعة! أرى الجمال و أستمع للموسيقي، أشم الزهور و&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;أتذوق السكر ، ألمس الحرير و المخمل .. حقاً إنه جسد ممتع!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;و لكن، هذا لا يكفيني! يجب أن أخرج. فجسدي يستطيع التحرك بمهارة.. يجب أن أستغل كل مهارات هذا الجسد.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;يجب أن أكتشف.. هل أنا الوحيد من نوعي؟؟ هل هناك آخرون؟؟ هل يشبهونني؟؟&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;هيا يا جسد الإنسان .. تحرك لترى أناساً آخرين!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;عندما خرجت، رأيت الآخرين&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;
رأيتهم! رأيتهم كلهم! لا، ليس كلهم بالطبع و لكن العديد منهم. إنهم البشر. مثلي تماماً و مختلفين عني تماماً ايضاً!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;يأتون في أطوال و أحجام مختلفة، ألوان بشرة و عيون و ألوان شعر مختلفة، تميزهم بروزات وجوههم (نعم، الملامح) ، يأتون في نوعين مختلفين ذكراً و أنثى، يصلون إلى العالم صغاراً، لا يعرفوا إلا النوم و الأكل و البكاء و ينمون ليصبحوا كباراً و ينجبون الصغار بدورهم فيستمر وجود الإنسان على الأرض!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;رأيت الرضيع، صغيراً و هشاً، أنقى شكل للإنسان، لا يستطيع الإهتمام بجسده بمفرده. ينمو أسرع من الكبير، أمامه مشوار طويل هذا الإنسان الصغير!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;قابلت شاباً يتنفس من لفافة ورقية مشتعلة (أسماها سيجارة) و أخبرني أنها تمتعه، جربت أن أستنشق منها فأتمتع أيضاً، فسعلت..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;رأيت إمرأة لا تستطيع ان ترى بعيونها و قد تطورت أذناها لتعوضها بعض الشئ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;قابلت فتاة تحب الشيكولاتة و لا تهتم حقاً عندما يخبرها الآخرون بأن وزنها قد زاد..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;و رأيت أخرى ترقص الباليه، أذهلني تحكمها الرائع و المتقن في عضلات هذا الجسد!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;زرت رجلاً عجوزاً تملأ وجهه الشقوق و يستند على عصا للمشي..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;و شاباً آخر في الثلاثينات من العمر يجلس على كرسي يتحرك على عجلات و لا يستطيع المشي من الأساس..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;قابلت طفلاً ايضاً قصير القامة، ذو عيون مشدودة إلى الخارج و علمت أنه مصاب بمرض داون أو كما تسميه العامة : (طفل مغولي)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;لاعب كرة سلة، عازف بيانو، إمرأة حبلى .. كم من المهارات يستطيع ان يؤديها الجسد و يتقنها الإنسان!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;كل هؤلاء البشر، كل هذه الأجساد، كل هذه الآلات الرائعة!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;البعض نما مهارات هذه الآلة و طوعها لهدف نبيل، و الآخر أضرها و لم يحسن صيانتها&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;البعض لم تكن آلته مكتملة كالآخرين، و لكنها مازالت كاملة ... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;البعض نقصته بعض الحواس، فتطورت حواس أخرى لتملأ النقص..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;البعض صغير سيكبر و الآخر عجوز سيموت..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;البعض يهتم بالجسد و الآخر يسممه ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;البعض يحترم الجسد و الآخر يهينه ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;لقد تشابه البشر في الأساس، و إختلفوا في كل ما تبقى!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;و لكنني قرأت نفس الشئ لدى الجميع،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;في كل العيون رأيته.. رأيت هذه اللمعة.. رأيت هذه الروح&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;هذه الروح التي تسكن الجسد .. رأيت الخالق&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أهو أنت يا الله الذي رأيته في العيون؟؟ أتسكن أيها الخالق في أعماق خليقتك؟؟&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أيكون هذا الجسد الكامل الرائع الضئيل هيكلاً لحضورك؟؟&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أغمضت عيوني للحظة، شعرت به يخاطبني من أعماقي&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;" إنه أنا، فأنت صورتي و لهذا أنت كاملاً..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;قد تحترم خلقتي لك، قد تهينها، قد تشوهها أو تغيرها&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;و لكنني دوماً هنا، في أعماقك..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أنت هيكلي يا إنسان.. لقد خلقتك لأنني أحببتك&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;قبل أن توجد، تخيلتك.. تصورتك .. حلمت بك..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;و صنعتك .. لكي تشاركني المجد .. لأنني أحبك..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;لكي أسكن معك و تحملني دوماً بداخلك .. كما أحملك أنا أيضاً بداخلي"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;كل هذا الحب؟؟ لقد أحبني حقاً فوجِدت! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;رأيته في كل العيون و تعرفت عليه حتى في عيون من لم يدركوا أنهم هيكلاً لحضوره..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;رأيت في نقص المعاقين كمالاً لهذا الجسد، الذي يتطور ليتغلب على نقصه..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;رأيت في آلام المرضى، معجزة الشفاء و أحياناً موت الجسد و حياة أبدية..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;رأيت في تصميم الآلة حباً عظيماً و وددت لو أصرخ إلى السماء: "أنت عبقري يا خالقي! لقد خلقتنا كاملين! أشكرك! فحتى في قمة الضعف، تظهر الآلة مظاهر كمالها .. انت تحبني!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;رفعت عيناي نحو السماء، فتحت رئتي و ملأت صدري من الله في كل شهيق، و طردت آلامي مع كل زفير و خاطبته:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;" يا جسدي الغالي،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;يا جسد الإنسان،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;يا قمة كمال الخليقة،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;يا هيكل الله،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أود أن أحترمك و أنميك،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أرجو أن أستطيع الحفاظ عليك قوياً،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أريدك أن تكون أداتي لأحب و أخدم بقية البشر،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;أودك أن تنقل معي صلاتي لصانعي،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;" lang="AR-EG"&gt;و عندما تموت تكون قد أديت رسالتك،&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" dir="rtl" lang="AR-EG"&gt;و حملت الله في داخلك للآخرين"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112736499776571717?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112736499776571717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112736499776571717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112736499776571717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112736499776571717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_22.html' title='هذا الإنسان - الجزء الأول'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112713234232654005</id><published>2005-09-19T15:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:19:02.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silhouette ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/33/37830839_92ae231d4a.jpg" title="Silhouette"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/37830839_92ae231d4a.jpg" width="450" height="330" alt="silhouette" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Open to interpretations ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112713234232654005?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112713234232654005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112713234232654005' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112713234232654005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112713234232654005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/silhouette.html' title='Silhouette ..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112676581618509903</id><published>2005-09-15T09:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:30:16.193+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Por Qué y Para Qué?? Part 2  ليه و علشان إيه .. ليه؟؟ الجزء الثاني</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Eternal search for the meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

I was shocked 2 weeks ago when I accidentally found the first article I wrote for a local school paper.. it was about "Who am I??" you know as a person and those questions arising when you want to know yourself better. It was written like 10 years ago, I was 16 and in the last year at school. I found myself asking in the beginning of the second page why and what for am I like that??
What?? The same question.. why and what for?? I asked it 10 years ago, I asked it again last year and I still haven't found an answer today
I've known days when this was my one and only question, it was about life itself, why and what for do we live?? What am I doing with my life? Why am I doing that to my life?? Why and What for is life doing that to me? At a moment there was no meaning, sometimes there's still no meaning..
May be was I meant to search till the end of my days for the meaning of my life ..
Regret.. that's what terrifies me the most, discovering too late, taking the wrong steps.. I hate regretting something, I try in every way before giving up to avoid asking the question "What if??". Suddenly the "Why and what for?" seems a lot more indulgent when you compare it with the "what if"
"Why" searches for the reason which should not always be a reason behind something that occurred in the past , it could be the reason why something will take place and "What for" tries to find the big meaning, the goal, the desired ending. Why and What for (Por qué y Para qué?) are not as desperate as they sound, they seem actually to investigate (where did I get this word from, I'm beginning to sound just like my boss!) for the future. Wow! I guess I just realized that the question of my life carries a lot of hope and optimism.. come on, it's not like the "What if??" which implies regret (may be it would imply alternatives too if asked in the future?? Or in a scientific research Dr. R)
When I discovered that I've been asking the same question for almost 10 years now, I thought "Ouch! I seem not to have grown up!"
Then I said to myself.. naaah, you are growing, because every "por qué" is different than the following, every "para qué" is unique.
I'll keep asking and asking and living and searching..
Searching for the meaning and living it to its fullest..

 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ترجمة "شبه" حرفية .. بس مش ضحك على الدقون&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;البحث الأبدي عن المعنى
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صدمت منذ أسبوعين عندما اكتشفت أول مقال كتبته لصحيفة مدرسية محلية، كان المقال عنوان "من أنا؟" و كان يطرح العديد من الأسئلة حول إكتشاف الذات و العديد من التساؤلات التي تخطر على البال عندما يحاول الإنسان أن يعرف نفسه بشكل أفضل. كتب هذا المقال منذ 10 سنوات، كنت في السادسة عشرة و في آخر سنة في المدرسة.  ما صدمني هو أنني وجدت نفسي أسأل في بداية الصفحة الثانية "أنا كده ليه و علشان إيه؟" يا نهار أسود!! برضه نفس السؤال و يلف الزمن و يدور و يوم ما تطلعلي مدونة أسميها على سؤالي المفضل…
سألت نفسي في العام الماضي "ليه و علشان إيه؟" عندما عرفت أياماً خالية من المعنى، كان هذا هو سؤالي الوحيد فيها؟ ليه و علشان إيه إحنا عايشين؟؟ إيه إللي انا بأعمله في حياتي؟؟ ليه بأعمل كده في حياتي؟؟ ليه الدنيا بتعمل فيا كده؟؟ مهما كثرت الأسئلة كانت تلف و تدور حول ليه و علشان إيه؟؟ هذا البحث عن المعنى .. أحياناً لم أكن أجد هذا المعنى و في بعض الأيام لا أزال لا أجده!
ربما كتب عليَّ البحث عن معنى حياتي حتى آخر يوم فيها..
الندم.. هذا هو ما يرعبني.. أن أكتشف المعنى متأخراً.. أن أكون قد إتخذت القرارات الخاطئة..
أنا أكره الندم و لهذا أحاول كثيراً - قبل الإستسلام - لأتفادى أن أسأل نفسي "ماذا لو؟"
فجأة تبدو لي "ليه و علشان إيه؟" أهوَن كثيراً طبعاً بعد مقارنتها بـ "ماذا لو؟"
"ليه": تبحث عن السبب و الذي لا يشترط أن يكون وراء ما حدث في الماضي و إنما ما قد أخطط للمستقبل، و "علشان إيه" تبحث خلف المعنى الكبير، الهدف، النهاية المرجوة، "ليه و علشان إيه؟" ليست من اليأس الذي تبدو عليه، فهي على ما يبدو تنقب و تكتشف للمستقبل.
فجأة يبدو لي أن السؤال الذي أسأله طوال حياتي (يعني مش قوي، هما 10 سنين) يحمل الكثير من الأمل و التفاؤل! فهو ليس هذه ال"ماذا لو؟" التي تحمل في طياتها (حلوة طياتها دي) الندم (إلا طبعاً إذا سؤلت للمستقبل أو للبحث العلمي يا دوك راء)
عندما إكتشفت أنني أسأل نفس السؤال منذ 10 سنوات فكرت أنني ربما لم أكبر بعد (أنمو يعني كده و أعقل) فكيف لم أجد الإجابة حتى الآن..
ثم أجبت نفسي لااااااا، فكل "ليه" كانت مختلفة عمن سبقتها و كل "علشان إيه" كانت متفردة أيضاً
لذلك فإنني سأظل أسأل و أسأل و أعيش وأبحث
أبحث عن المعنى و أعيشه بكل ملئه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112676581618509903?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112676581618509903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112676581618509903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112676581618509903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112676581618509903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-por-qu-y-para-qu-part-2.html' title='Why Por Qué y Para Qué?? Part 2 &lt;BR&gt; ليه و علشان إيه .. ليه؟؟ الجزء الثاني'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112668045043676700</id><published>2005-09-14T09:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:47:30.443+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Por Qué y Para Qué?? Part 1  ليه و علشان إيه .. ليه؟؟ الجزء الأول</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/485/1600/untitled11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/485/320/untitled11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It has been a year since I started posting on this blog ..
My first post was entitled "Por Qué y Para Qué??"
"A big question that I wouldn't answer, when I know the answer, I'll write it.."
I guess that since I never posted that answer, it means that I didn't find it out yet!
"Por qué?" Translates in English into "Why?" While "Para qué?" translates into "what for?"
Hang on with me a little longer please, this is a Spanish language lesson, I know it might be boring
The Spanish language distinguished between the reason and the ending.. so when I ask "Por qué …..?" I'm probably asking for a reason.. why?? And the answer should be "Porque ….." as in because …., while if I'm being asked about "Por qué .. I left my job??" I could probably answer "Porque I was bored" but I'll most probably say "Para change my career"
So.. because I meant an ending, I used "Para" and when I only stated a reason, I said "Por".
Why am I being picky about that and boring you?? "Por &amp; Para" are one of the complexes you develop when you're learning Spanish, another complex is "Ser and Estar", which are both verb to be, but each has its different uses.. Spanish people are very specific, they couldn't live with just one verb to be.. they needed two of them to cover all their uses!

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ترجمة "شبه" حرفية .. بس مش ضحك على الدقون

مضى عام على تاريخ أول تدوينة كتبتها هنا
هذه التدوينة كان عنوانها "ليه و علشان إيه" و كانت تقول "سؤال كبير ماجاوبشي عليه، لما أعرف هأبقى أكتبها" و حيث أنني لم أجب أبداً على سؤالي، فأظنني لم أجد هذه الإجابة حتى الآن!
ربما أتت ليه و علشان إيه من الترجمة الحرفية للإسبانية Por qué y para qué
فاللغة الإسبانية تميز ما بين السبب و النهاية
يعني لما تسألوني بور كي سبتي الشغل؟؟ قد أجيب " بور كي زهقت" و غالباً ما سوف أجيب "بارا أغير مهنتي تماماً"
عندما قصدت السبب فقط أجبت بـ (بور) و عندما قصدت الهدف أو النهاية المستخلصة أجبت بـ (بارا)
ليه بقى أوجع دماغكم بقواعد اللغة الإسبانية (يمكن منظرة بقى، أنا بأتكلم اسباني لا لا لا لا!!) و غالباً ما سوف أجيب بور كي الواحد و هو بيتعلم أسباني بيربي عقدتين أساسيتين "بور و بارا" بتوع السبب و الهدف و" سير و إستار" و دول بقى فيرب تو بي بتاعهم، بس أصلهم ناس دقيقين جداً و ما كفاهمش فعل واحد، فحطوا إتنين و كل واحد له إستعمالاته.. يللا بقى يا شاطرين، ذاكروا كويس علشان هأسالكم في&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;التدوينة الجاية&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why in English and Arabic?
Because when I started blogging, I was aiming an international readership, then I shifted my attention to the Egyptian Blogsphere and now, after a year, I feel greedy enough to aim for both!
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لماذا بالإنجليزية و العربية؟ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لأنني عندما بدأت التدوين كنت أتوقع قراء من كل حتة، ثم تحولت إلى مجمع التدوين المصري و العربي بشكل عام، و بعد مرور هذه السنة، أطمع في الاثنين!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112668045043676700?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112668045043676700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112668045043676700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112668045043676700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112668045043676700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-por-qu-y-para-qu-part-1.html' title='Why Por Qué y Para Qué?? Part 1 &lt;BR&gt; ليه و علشان إيه .. ليه؟؟ الجزء الأول'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112661653728539002</id><published>2005-09-13T15:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:02:17.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ليه "علشان إيه" و علشان إيه "ليه" ؟؟؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;     بمناسبة مرور عام على دخولي عالم التدوين على إيد &lt;a href="http://beyondnormal.blogspot.com"&gt;الدكتور أبو كريم الممفساوي، &lt;/a&gt;إنتظروا مني إجابة على السؤال العظيم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112661653728539002?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112661653728539002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112661653728539002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112661653728539002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112661653728539002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='ليه &quot;علشان إيه&quot; و علشان إيه &quot;ليه&quot; ؟؟؟'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112661632442840896</id><published>2005-09-13T15:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:40:46.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>News .. the Postsecret way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Job" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/42977134_8c2430f6e7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="job" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/42977134_8c2430f6e7_o.jpg" height="355" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

(Verso)
I don't really regret it, I jsut feel selfish sometimes for not taking it.


Visit &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Postsecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112661632442840896?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112661632442840896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112661632442840896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112661632442840896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112661632442840896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/news-postsecret-way.html' title='News .. the Postsecret way!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112605244203706821</id><published>2005-09-07T02:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T03:23:37.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered random thoughts??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before reading: Critics are welcome on my blog, please don’t take it to your blog so that I can answer for myself.. Enjoy getting insights of my scattered thoughts today!
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My thoughts are scattered like everywhere.. It’s been a long day
Like every morning, I check my mail to see if I have any comments and as usual… I have very few, it’s really depressing, considering that I really share sometimes with my deepest feelings and thoughts and I don’t get any feedback.. Am I that much insignificant?? I know, I know, everyone is into the elections these days, and I am politically ignorant.. Anyway, I know there’s someone who never forgets to mail me.. Oprah’s today’s mission calendar!! I’ll always find an email from Oprah’s site if I have no comments from my 3 blogs!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About being so personal on this post..
&lt;/strong&gt;Well, I figured out that since I get very few comments, so may be I have very few readers (and I do cherish them a lot), so what the heck.. I’ll say what I want to say, this is my blog and apparently I blog for myself!
Sometimes time passes very slowly at work.. however, I have a new musical obsession which relieved me a little from all the blog politics that I kept reading daily for the past months.. So instead, I give my browsing priority to “Il Divo”
Ahhh, those divos reminded me of the old days, did I ever mention before that I took classical singing classes at the Cairo Opera House??
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About me being a soprano..&lt;/strong&gt;
Well, I did take singing classes. I stopped in June 2004, I wanted to find a new teacher, my teacher used to make me lay down on the floor and put books on my tummy and tell me to push them up.. in order to teach me how to use my diaphragm better, sometimes another student would stand behind me, holding my rib cage from the sides in order to tell my teacher if I was breathing correctly or not.. So, what I loved the most ended up by becoming torture! Not to mention also that I can’t read music.. so I am illiterate, these dots on these lines!! You have to start learning music really young to get the hang of it!!
I am a &lt;a href="http://www.dutchdivas.net/frames/highC.html"&gt;soprano leggiero&lt;/a&gt;, I always wished I was a mezzo-soprano, their voice is warmer, my voice sounds to me like a whistle.. or even better a siren!!
I performed twice as a soloist at the small hall, my strategy was always, “if they won’t listen to something good, they’d better see one!” So that’s when the nice strap evening dresses came into play ;)
So.. now I want to find a new teacher and I want to sing the Queen of the night’s vengeance aria from Mozart’s “Magic Flute” I’m a tone away from the Fa (that’s by the way the highest note written for a woman in an Opera).. Wish me luck ;)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About politics..
&lt;/strong&gt;The elections take place tomorrow (since I'm still awake, I'm still today even if the time stamp says we're already tomorrow!), I work near Tahrir square, I pass daily by 3 central security camions, and this is not fun!! I’m as pessimistic about it as everybody is I guess, I just don’t want to think about it anymore. When will I just learn that my worrying is not changing anything?? It’s just absorbing my energy.. As you know that I’m politically dumb, politics are just not my thing so I’ll just stop after these few lines.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About gays..
&lt;/strong&gt;I met a friend of mine for lunch and she told me that someone we know is gay, ouch, this hurts!! Don’t get me wrong, as a person who tries as much as she can to be as tolerant as possible, I really have nothing against gays, it’s a personal thing, and I won’t lecture someone about right and wrong and virtues, I try not to judge or impose my religious views and certainly not to take God’s job.. it’s simply none of my business!! But I do disagree strongly when they decide to marry women, yes women. In order to complete their social image or whatever.. No I’m sorry, here I do object. This guy I know who turned out to be gay (who’s not the least attracted to women) is engaged to marry next January. This is really sad, why start a family to wrack it down?? I mean how does it feel to have a gay father? Husband?? I mean it must hurt like hell to have your husband cheat on you with a woman, not to mention with a man too!! I’m still shocked! He can be as gay as he wants, but not get married! This is totally insane (to my logic)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About my new obsession..&lt;/strong&gt;
Ahhh! Los Divos!! Madre mia ! Que guapos son!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Il Divo" href="http://www.ildivo.com"&gt;&lt;img height="318" alt="ildivo1" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/38517561_175411a5bb_o.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK, so being 26, I should be wiser and not get obsessed by a boy band. Well, I’m telling you that if I can buy T-shirts size 14 from the children’s department, I’m definitely allowed to think as if I were 14 years old sometimes too!!
They sing pop music, opera voices, full orchestration, Excellent indeed. Great harmony when the voices mix together not to mention how charming too and they sing a lot in Spanish which helps me save the remains of my Spanish too ;). Once you’ve heard them, you’d want to vomit every time you watch Arabic clips on MelodyHits, I’m serious. What is that crap we listen to?? By the way, did you watch Dana DAN DAN?? Oh seriously, what were they thinking of when they let this woman sing?? I’m sorry, it’s more of an ad than a song if you know what I mean!
Anyway.. the first thing I did this morning (after finding no comments on the blog) was to print a couple of Urs’s Pics!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About pronouncing Swiss names..&lt;/strong&gt;
So, my favorite (you should have a favorite when you’re a boy band obsessed girl) is Urs, the Swiss tenor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img height="710" alt="urs" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/40976576_70bca0ae0f_o.jpg" width="410" /&gt;
The problem is how to pronounce it, if in French, it’ll be a sharp U (Uurs??) in Spanish, it’ll be an OU (Ours?? As in bear in French??) and in English it’ll be like OE (Oeurs??)
Ok.. I must be hallucinating; it’s been a long day. I’m glad I’ll call my son an Arabic name (that’s of course if there’s someone left to marry who’s not gay!)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Switzerland..&lt;/strong&gt;
OK, so I used to like a bunch of Swiss products, Toblerone.. Yummy! My first real watch was a swatch! My super useful Swiss knife! And now we know too that Swiss guys are not bad at all ;) The thing is, me and my friend (who told me about our gay friend) went after lunch for a walk downtown and we ended up at the Swissair restaurant, so we can’t mention Switzerland without remembering (no, not Urs) Maria, Ralph Hart, rue de Berne, Lausanne, Copacabana.. in summary.. Eleven minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1180/485/400/9782843372643.gif" border="0" /&gt;
My friend wishes to find her Ralph Hart, the one who will see her “Lumière Intérieure”, you see, in Eleven Minutes (a book by Paulo Coelho), Ralph is a Swiss renowned artist who finds Maria and tells her that he sees her internal light, they change each others lives “since he couldn’t conquer her body-she was a prostitute-, he had to conquer her soul”. Anyways, my friend is fascinated by the imaginary Hart character who looks first into the soul.. so now, we’re both sure that Swiss = Awesome!
So, at La Chesa, she suggests we go to Switzerland!
- What for??
- Find Ralph, visit the Copacabana..
- I would love to do the pilgrimage of Santiago de Compostella
- What?? No, rue de Berne, find Ralph, buy a Swiss watch
- OK, and I’ll find Urs and get lots of chocolate
- Great and we’ll all go to the Copacabana
I swear I had coffee and she was having hot chocolate.. Are these the elections blues??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;About tomorrow..&lt;/strong&gt;
So, everyone tells me not to vote, but I won’t listen to them of course ;)
My first plan was to vote before going to work, but since I have to pick up the carpenter to fix the water closet’s door at the office and since also I still have no idea where is the location of the booth where my name is listed for the vote.. my voting is postponed till after work.. Which probably means I have to miss my yoga class (again), it’s ok really since I have a couple of vertebras that really hurt because I wrongly balanced my body weight on my neck instead of my shoulders in the plough posture (Do you get anything from what I’m saying??)

&lt;strong&gt;About me..&lt;/strong&gt;
OK.. So we can summarize this post in some points
Shamoussa is a soprano (So she can scream really well!), she does some yoga (and not lots) and is vegetarian by the way too, she can wear size 14 T-shirts from the children’s department, she’s a 26 years old adolescent, she’s addicted to chocolate and reads Paulo Coelho and listen to classic, new age, pop and Rai music (&lt;a href="http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/live-concert.html"&gt;Rachid Taha’s concert&lt;/a&gt;!). Oh, I almost forgot.. speaks Spanish too..
OK.. now you do get it, she’s crazy, and broke by the way..

Please, please donate to send her to Switzerland!

Happy Elections Everybody! Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112605244203706821?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112605244203706821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112605244203706821' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112605244203706821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112605244203706821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/09/scattered-random-thoughts.html' title='Scattered random thoughts??'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112547405328053307</id><published>2005-08-31T10:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:43:37.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>خير اللهُمَ إجعله خير</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;جالي في المنام&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أيوة اللهِ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أصله مش كفاية في التليفزيون و الجرايد و الشوارع، كمان في أحلامي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لأ، ما كانش لابس أبيض في أبيض، كان لابس بدلة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;آل إيه خير اللهُمَ إجعله خير، أنا تايهة في شبرا (مع إنني ما أعرفش في شبرا غير محطة مسرة) و بعدين جم الشباب إللي لابسين الخوز(جمع خوزة؟) السودة و هو معدي من وسطيهم قدامي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و بعدين خير برضه، رحنا كلنا (أنا و هو و شباب ما أعرفهوش) نقعد في سيلنترو (هو في سيلنترو في شبرا؟؟) و قعد يتكلم مع الشباب بس بصراحة مش فاكرة كان إيه الموضوع و بعدين مشي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أنا بقى مشيت بعده بشوية و أنا لسة تايهة برضه.. ما أنا ما أعرفش غير محطة مسرة و بس! المهم شوية كده، لقيت نفسي عند المترو&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;هيييييه هأروح&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و بعدين&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;صحيت من النوم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;خير، مش كده برضه؟؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112547405328053307?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112547405328053307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112547405328053307' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112547405328053307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112547405328053307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_31.html' title='خير اللهُمَ إجعله خير'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112540828128390336</id><published>2005-08-30T16:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:24:41.303+03:00</updated><title type='text'>إيجيبشن بروفيشيونال درايفر</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;
إليكم نكتتي المفضلة:
واحد خواجة جاء مصر فأخد تاكسي من المطار. السواق شاف الإشارة حمراء، فراح فووووو معدي بسرعة و كسرها فالخواجة قعد يصرخ " يو آر كريزي، إيت واز ريد" (أنت مجنون، الإشارة كانت حمراء) فطمأنه السواق و قال " دونت ووري يا خواجة، مي إيجيبشن بروفيشيونال درايفر"
و بعدين جائت إشارة حمراء تانية و برضه بسرعة فووووو و الخواجة حيتجنن " ما قلنادونت ووري يا خواجة، آي آم إيجيبشن بروفيشيونال درايفر"
و بعدين جائت إشارة خضراء فراح السواق مهدي خالص فأتنرفز الخواجة " واي دو يو ستوب ناو، إيت إيز جرين؟" فراح السواق مشاور له بإيديه من اليمين و الشمال و قاله " ماي بي إيجيبشن بروفيشيونال درايفر كام فروم هير، إيجيبشن بروفيشيونال درايفر كام فروم ذير!!"

دائماً ما أتذكر هذه النكتة و أنا خلف عجلة القيادة و خاصةً عند الإشارة إللي على ناصية شارع واكد المتفرع من شارع الجمهورية و أيضاً في شارع عماد الدين
برضه الحرص واجب ده إحنا كلنا بروفيشيونالز!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112540828128390336?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112540828128390336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112540828128390336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112540828128390336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112540828128390336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_30.html' title='إيجيبشن بروفيشيونال درايفر'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112521647571744584</id><published>2005-08-28T10:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:57:06.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>أنا وأم سارة والأولادأو المنقبة مع أم شورت</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shamoussa/37830570/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/37830570_4c15561051.jpg" alt="boy2" height="500" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt; dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ذهبنا (عائلتي وأنا) كعادتنا كل سنة إلى رأس سدر في سيناء وفي آخر يوم لنا فوجئنا بالمكان يضج بالبشر، فإذ به معسكر يضم من البشر ألواناً .. رجالاً ونساءً وشباباً، أطفال طبيعيين وآخرين معوقين (أو كما يسموهم في تعبير ألطف: المجروحين في ذكائهم)، محجبات وعاريات الرؤوس وأخرى منقبة ... بإختصار يعني من كل صنف لو كان تصنيف البشر يجوز..
لم أكن أهتم من أين أتوا أو إلى أي جهة ينتمون حتى أتت اللحظة الحاسمة.. غزو المياه للسباحة.. المعسكر كله نزل المية.. بما فيهم المرأة المنقبة.. إلى جانب بعض الفتيات التي إرتدين الشورت فوق المايوه
حينئذ بدا واضحاً لي من هم ... ولم يبق إلا السؤال ليتأكد لي صحة تخميني
مركز سيتي – كاريتاس مصر .. مع فارق إنهم من مكتب الإسكندرية
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تذكرت الأيام التي قضيتها كمتطوعة مع مركز سيتي (القاهرة) في المعسكرات الدولية، حيث كنا نقضي الوقت مع العائلات في أحد المصايف ومعنا متطوعين فرنسيين (فكنا بنعمل شغلتين، متطوعين مع المركز ومترجمين للأجانب)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;تذكرت أم سارة.. كم كانت جميلة هذه المرأة .. أم سارة لديها 3 أولاد، أحدهم مجروح في ذكائه وزي العسل وأخوه الصغير الذي يخاف من جودزيللا، و سارة الجميلة رقيقة وحساسة كأمها تماماً
عاشت أم سارة في بداية زواجها بالسعودية وعندما عادت للقاهرة إحتفظت بنقابها، سألتها لماذا، فردت "أنا عارفة إنه مش فرض وجوزي ما غصبنيش بس زي ما تقولي كده دي حاجة زيادة مني علشان ربنا، زي كده ما أبلة جوسلين (مسئولة بالمركز تعشقها العائلات) بتصوم في أوقات ما فيهاش صيام" ألم أقل لكم إنها جميلة أم سارة
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;في أحد الأيام وبناء على رغبة السيدات، حددنا ساعة للبحر للسيدات فقط حتى تقدر الأمهات الاستمتاع على كيفهن بالمياه، فقط النساء والأطفال .. أدارت أم سارة ظهرها للشاطئ وكشفت وجهها للشمس وبللته بالمياه .. كانت لحظات متميزة قضيناها سوياً
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لم أراها منذ 4 سنوات، فهذه كانت أحداث صيف 2001 ولكنها عادت إليَّ عندما صادفت المعسكر .. نفس الإمتزاج، نفس الروح، حيث الكل متساوي، وحيث المنقبة وأم شورت جنباً إلى جنب، تجمعهن القضية المشتركة .. الأبناء
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;هؤلاء الأبناء الذين غيروا من حياة أهلهم والذين تطوعنا لأجلهم .. هؤلاء الملائكة الذين جمعونا تحت أجنحتهم والذين جعلونا نتخطى إختلافاتنا .. كانوا هم قضيتنا المشتركة .. الأبناء

إذا كانوا الأبناء قد جمعونا وتخطينا اختلافاتنا من أجلها، أتسائل اليوم، ألا تستحق الأم أن نتعدى إختلافاتنا من أجلها؟؟


إلى مركز سيتي، جوسلين، عائلة سارة، روان، كريم وشباب سيتي في العمرانية .. أشكركم من كل قلبي&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112521647571744584?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112521647571744584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112521647571744584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112521647571744584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112521647571744584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_28.html' title='أنا وأم سارة والأولاد&lt;BR&gt;أو المنقبة مع أم شورت'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112508875337445188</id><published>2005-08-26T23:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:51:44.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>تخاريف؟؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;
يجب أن أنجح هذه المرة.. يجب أن أمحو آثار الكارثة التي تسببت فيها في حياتي الماضية حتى لا أعود أُبعَث على هذه الأرض من جديد!!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112508875337445188?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112508875337445188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112508875337445188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112508875337445188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112508875337445188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_26.html' title='تخاريف؟؟'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112479026332454666</id><published>2005-08-23T12:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T12:44:23.330+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good girl..</title><content type='html'>Starting from today, I'm aiming to consume:

More Vegetables
More Water
Less COFFEE :((

I need help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112479026332454666?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112479026332454666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112479026332454666' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112479026332454666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112479026332454666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-girl.html' title='Good girl..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112435501830606748</id><published>2005-08-18T11:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:50:18.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>متفرقات.. مرتبطات؟؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;

أحتاج إلى فنجان كبير من القهوة و قطعة عملاقة من الشوكولاتة.. أتسائل عما قد تكون أعدته أمي على الغذاء اليوم ... اممممم .. لا أهتم.. فكل ما أريد هو قطعة الشوكولاتة العملاقة لأبتلعها فأستريح، أو تبتلعني هي فيستريح مني العديد من الناس!
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***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;يعلو صراخ المحرك عند وصول لوزة (سيارة 127) للـ 80 كم/ساعة و كأنما تطالب بحقها في النقلة الخامسة .. فأقول لركابي الأعزاء "يللا ما بدهاش يا ولاد، مضطرين نديها الخامس" .. فيهتف من المقعد الخلفي مستنكراً " هي دي فيها خامس أصلاً!" .. أرد علية قائلة "إخص عليك، ماتقولش كده، لوزة تزعل، يا واد ده إحنا على 90 دلوقتِ" .. فيستمر ساخراً " يا حلاوة! ده إحنا مسافرين بقى !"
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تساؤل مر بخاطره عند عودته من مكتبة مبارك العامة.. هل لو أصبح أيمن نور الرئيس، تتحول إلى مكتبة نور العامة و تطالعنا صورة ماما جميلة من على أغلفة كتب الثقافة حق يكفله الدستور؟؟
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تفقد آلة التصوير الجديدة التي اشتريتها ثم قال .. "إنتي اشتريتي ﭽاجوار علشان تتعلمي عليها السواقة!" .. فأجبته قائلة " و ماله.. ده أنا كمان سميتها ظاظا" فرد قائلاً .. " ما شاء الله .. العربية لوزة و الكاميرا ظاظا.. ده إية الحلاوة دي كلها!"
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أحببت كثيراً أغنية &lt;a href="http://songs1.6arab.com/yuri-marqady_qahwati.rm"&gt;"قهوتي"&lt;/a&gt; ليوري مرقدي على الرغم من رأي الأغلبية الذي وصفها &lt;a href="http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html"&gt;بركاكة الكلمات &lt;/a&gt;و انعدام اللحن .. و لكن كم يتطلب الإنسان من الشجاعة ليصف نفسه بالتفاهة؟؟ بصراحة.. لقد رأيت نفسي فيها.. و مازلت أردد معه حتى الآن ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;إلى متى سأبقى تائهاً؟ إلى متى سأبقى تافهاً؟&lt;/span&gt;
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لاحظت أن الموسيقى المنبعثة في أرجاء عربة مترو الأنفاق عالية، تلفتت حولي أبحث عن هذا الراكب "الرايق" الذي يدوشنا بموسيقاه الهادئة ولكنني لم أجده .. عندها سألت الحاجة الجالسة "هي المزيكا دي من المترو و لا حد مشغلها؟" فأكدت أن الموسيقى تأتي من سماعات المترو ... "يا سلام يا ولاد، ده إيه التطور ده!" فردت عليَّ الحاجة "أيوة يا بنتي، ربنا يصلِح الحال" فقط وقتها لاحظت هيئتها البسيطة و لزيادة التأكيد .. "أيوة يا حاجة، ربنا يصلِح الحال"
زغردوا يا ولاد .. المترو الموسيقي وصل (على وزن العمدة الآلي كده!)
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;نظرت إليَّ مطولاً ثم قالت: " لا أعرف متى ضللتِ طريقك بالتحديد، عندما اتجهتِ إلى الصيدلة أم عندما قررت تركها؟؟"&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;       &lt;p dir="rtl"&gt;-         بصي بقى.. ما ينفعش كده.. إحنا عايزين نعملِّك نيو لوك.. حنصبغ شعرك بني و نعمل هاي لايتس بني أفتح.. صدقيني يا بنتي حتتعاكسي و إنتي ماشية معايا
-         لأ، إلا شعري، إبعد عنه خالص، الصبغة بتوقع الشعر
-         بتوقع الشعر إيه.. مالِك كده عاملة زي إللي حافظ مش فاهم
ثم إلتفت لحقيبة يدي و نزع المربع الأصفر الصغير من على كلمة "الشوكولاتة" ليضعه على "الأولاد" فتقول حقيبتي نيابة عني "I Love Boys"
أنتهره و أريد أن أعيد حبي للشوكولاتة فيفاجئني قائلاً
-         خليها كده، ما يمكن لو كنتي بتسيبيها على Boys كان العريس كلمك مرة تانية!
-         ولا، إنت ليه مصمم تحسسني إنني عسكري؟؟ لِم الدور لأحسن وقعتك مش فايتة!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos23.flickr.com/35026466_cf397f7167.jpg" title="bag"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/35026466_cf397f7167.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="bag" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112435501830606748?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112435501830606748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112435501830606748' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112435501830606748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112435501830606748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_18.html' title='متفرقات.. مرتبطات؟؟'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112387771356522960</id><published>2005-08-12T23:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:15:13.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'>خواطر من خلف الفاترينة</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;
يللا بينا يا بنات
يللا نقف في الفاترينات
يللا نلبس الفساتين
يللا بينا نبقى حلويين
لأحسن العرسان جايين
مش مهم دماغنا إيه فيها
ماحدش حيهتم بيها
شباب مصر يطالب الآن...
الهيئة: مزة
المخ: عصفورة

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112387771356522960?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112387771356522960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112387771356522960' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112387771356522960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112387771356522960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_12.html' title='خواطر من خلف الفاترينة'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112349324678846396</id><published>2005-08-08T12:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:18:01.510+03:00</updated><title type='text'>الحلوة خرساء</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;
أن تفقد صوتك.. إحساس غريب بالعجز .. حدث يغلق عليك عالمك.. يجعلك متلقي فقط، مستقبِل بلا أي قدرة على الإرسال..نعم، تستطيع أن تلوح بيديك .. أن تزووم.. أن تدب بقدمك على الأرض.. و لكنك في النهاية لا تستطيع البوح بكل التفاصيل التي تعتمر بقلبك و عقلك.
هذا ينتقدك و يهاجمك و أنت لا تجيب، و ذاك يقول ما تراه تافهاً و تود لو تصحح له و لكنك لا تستطيع و هؤلاء يتجادلون و يتعاركون وأنت تريد الفض فيما بينهم و لا سبيل لك لتهدئة النفوس.. فأنت بلا صوت..
يتراكم داخلك هذا الإحساس الصامت بعجزك عن التعبير و تحتدم بداخلك هذه الثورة فتصرخ بما تبقى لك من صوت يساوي الهمس ... فيلتفتوا لك قائلين.. هه؟ ماذا قلت؟؟ عذراً، لم نسمعك!!!
و لكن مهلاً، لقد وفر عليك صوتك الهارب العديد من التعليقات السخيفة التي توزعها بسخاء و تجرح بها محبينك.. لقد أوصلك فشلك في النطق لأن ترى فكرك بشكل أفضل.. فأنت فقط الذي تسمعه و هو يرن في داخل رأسك و يجعلك تفكر أكثر .. ربما لتعرف كيف و بما تنطق حين تستعيد القدرة على الكلام يوماً..

أكتب هذا بعد أن بدأت أستعيد صوتي (و إن كان ما زال خشناً) الذي سرقه البرد الذي يأبي فراقي منذ حوالي عشرة أيام .. المثير للدهشة أنني فقدت صوتي يوم أن أصبح لي صوت !!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112349324678846396?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112349324678846396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112349324678846396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112349324678846396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112349324678846396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_112349324678846396.html' title='الحلوة خرساء'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112333956105993519</id><published>2005-08-06T17:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:54:36.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>مشاركتي المتواضعة</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="أخي الإنسان" href="http://photos21.flickr.com/31688912_61a0d4d981_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="650" alt="أخي الإنسان" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31688912_61a0d4d981_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;
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أينعم ذهبت متأخرة للمشاركة،
بعدما ذبلت الزهور و انطفأت الشموع،

و لكنني ذهبت...
لكي أناشد هذا الإنسان الآخر...
ألا يقتلني..
لأنني أحبه..
ياه .. نسيت كمان أكتب..
علشان ربنا كمان بيحبه
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112333956105993519?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112333956105993519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112333956105993519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112333956105993519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112333956105993519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_06.html' title='مشاركتي المتواضعة'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112333854606094929</id><published>2005-08-06T17:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:32:10.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>البطاقة البمبي</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;
خلاص بقى بيتكلم،
يرحم زمن السكوت،
كبر أوام و اتعلم
و خلاص طلعله صوووووت!

باركوا لي، أخيراً استخرجت بطاقتي الإنتخابية اليوم!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112333854606094929?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112333854606094929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112333854606094929' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112333854606094929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112333854606094929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='البطاقة البمبي'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112115864172362381</id><published>2005-07-12T11:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:57:21.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life paused..</title><content type='html'>I thought the pause will be shorter.. However due to technical problems, my blogging pause is still on :(
Hope to be back very soon, with lots of photos and sketches for you..
Happy Blog surfing and enjoy your day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112115864172362381?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112115864172362381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112115864172362381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112115864172362381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112115864172362381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-paused.html' title='Life paused..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-112038994377920713</id><published>2005-07-03T13:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:29:47.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Could they really??</title><content type='html'>Last night, I watched parts of the &lt;a href="http://www.live8live.com"&gt;Live 8&lt;/a&gt; Concerts on mbc4 (who didn't refer to this event as anything more than 10 hours of continuous music.. WOW!!!) 
&lt;a href="http://www.live8live.com/" title="Live 8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/23223695_016737565c_o.jpg" width="135" height="275" alt="live8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It was my sister who figured out that Live 8 could be related to the Great 8.. and &lt;a href="http://www.makepovertyhistory.org"&gt;Make Poverty History&lt;/a&gt; (of which I'm sure you must've heard or gotten an e-mail)

&lt;a href="http://www.makepovertyhistory.com/" title="Make Poverty History"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/23226943_ac94221f36_o.gif" width="450" height="60" alt="MPH banner" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I was really touched.. How could they unite all these artists from all around the world.. at the same time.. and they were broadcasting from 8 or 9 places (not sure).. The cool thing I really liked was when Sting was singing and changed the lyrics from "I'll be watching you" to "we'll be watching you" while the photos of the great8 (the 8 leaders who are supposed to meet on the 6th to decide on the Black continent's future) were displayed on the sides of the stage and in the background was a slide show of each of them!!! As to tell them.. hmm.. take care.. whatever you're deciding.. we'll be watching you!! 

I saw yesterday how vulnerable I am to pain.. every time someone said something motivating like "We could be the generation who puts end to poverty!/ Are you ready to change the world??/ Nobody should starve in the 21st century!" tears would come up to my eyes .. really embarrassing, and  totally out of my control! 

I guess my eyes start tearing because I feel the world's pains are so huge and will never be wiped away.. I've always known the world like that.. could we make poverty history?? It's impossible.. There will always be someone who wants it all for himself.. If I don't store my food.. can I trust you to feed me when I'm hungry?? It's purely instinctive.. the rules of survival..
I don't know.. may be I'm pessimistic, I really want the world to be a better place but I don't trust us human beings to do it 

One last word.. The world has exploited Africa in every way possible for centuries now.. This is the least they can do.. They owe it to her people..

Another last word .. How come there was no concert in Cairo??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-112038994377920713?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/112038994377920713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=112038994377920713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112038994377920713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/112038994377920713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/07/could-they-really.html' title='Could they really??'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111995265839835820</id><published>2005-06-28T12:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:57:38.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm about to burst!</title><content type='html'>I just discovered that "I'm surrounded by idiots!" 
I think I'll burst..
I can't imagine.. These people.. so passive.. living in their little worlds and calling those who have a goal in life .. donkeys..
I can't take it anymore.. these narrow minded people .. who think they are the best thinkers.. who think they are living their best lives .. who actually think they are better than others.. when believe me they really aren't.. I know them!
Rabena yeshfy!! (May God heals them)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111995265839835820?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111995265839835820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111995265839835820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111995265839835820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111995265839835820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-about-to-burst.html' title='I&apos;m about to burst!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111994379245697581</id><published>2005-06-28T10:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:29:53.103+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Night creature!</title><content type='html'>OK.. Who am I trying to fool here?? 
Life has proven that I am a night creature.. My brain functions at night, really late night..
Coming to review everything.. The best articles I wrote, the best sketches I ever made.. all were achieved in the first hours of the day!!
Can you imagine how hard it is to wake up every morning now??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111994379245697581?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111994379245697581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111994379245697581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111994379245697581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111994379245697581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/night-creature.html' title='Night creature!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111965153023680877</id><published>2005-06-25T01:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:15:03.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the days!!</title><content type='html'>Especially for &lt;a href="http://delingooo.blogspot.com"&gt;Delingo&lt;/a&gt; as I promised..

&lt;a href="http://photos15.flickr.com/21349297_39bf3c930c_o.jpg" title="yallanetfala!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/21349297_39bf3c930c_o.jpg" width="450" height="280" alt="yallanetfala!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

That was a really special event, OK, it was Inji's birthday and we were in Sharm El Sheikh and we got an ice cream cake then a clever girl got the idea of sprinkling the foam (from the cake's packaging) and pretend it was snow.. I sure must say it was fun.. but we had quite a hard time getting rid of the foam pieces stuck in our hair.. it was hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111965153023680877?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111965153023680877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111965153023680877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111965153023680877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111965153023680877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-in-days.html' title='Back in the days!!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111943632502298929</id><published>2005-06-22T13:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T13:41:44.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'>آلام إنسانة مجنونة ... إهداء إلى كل من يعرفني</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;أراك تتحاشاني، تبتعد عني، تشكو تسلطي لأصدقائك
تراني وحشاً ربما.. أسلبك أحلامك.. أو أسرقها منك
تشكوني لهم و تشكو من أنني أخنقك.. و بأنني سليطة اللسان و لا أحبك و أريد فقط التحكم بك
تشكو لهم كل هذه القوة و الجبروت اللذان يقيدانك
أبعد كل هذه السنين لا تراني، لا تعرفني، لا تعرف كم أحبك
ألا ترى كم أخاف عليك و كم أخاف أن أفقدك، كم أخاف أن تتأذى في هذا العالم.. أحاول أن أحميك من شدة خوفي عليك و أنت تختنق و تكرهني و تكره تدخلي
أخاف عليك حتى من الهواء .. فلو انجرحت أو تأذيت لأي سبب، فهي مسئوليتي، لأنني لم أستطع أن أحميك و أحرسك

أبعد كل هذه السنين لا ترى أنني أنا المقيدة و ليس أنت
ألم تلاحظ أن خوفي يكبلني و يشل حركتي، ألا تشعر بألمي أنا

و أراك بدلاً من أن تحاول أن تحررني من خوفي المرضي، تدينني و تشكوني لمن تفضلهم عليَ .. و أنت تعلم أنه لن يوجد من يهتم بك مثلي

أخي الإنسان، أنا لست مهووسة بالتحكم و السيطرة كما تراني، أنا فقط أعيش في رعب أزلي و هلع هستيري و فوق هذا كله فأنا أحبك بجنون وأخاف أن أفقدك&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111943632502298929?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111943632502298929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111943632502298929' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111943632502298929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111943632502298929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_22.html' title='آلام إنسانة مجنونة ... إهداء إلى كل من يعرفني'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111865972760629676</id><published>2005-06-13T13:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T13:48:47.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'>بائع المناديل الورقية</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;بالأمس عند عودتي من العمل بالمترو، صادفت شاباً صغيراً أو بالأحرى طفلاً كبيراً يبيع المناديل الورقية في المترو&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;لفت نظري بملابسه الرثة المتسخة، و قلت لنفسي "أهي بدأت الأجازة و العيال نزلوا يبيعوا في المترو!" يللا ما علينا&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ثم في المساء، اضطررت للنزول مرة أخرى (على عيني، أنا كنت مرهقة جداً) و أيضاً ركبت المترو و في طريق عودتي (حوالي الساعة 10 مساءاً) قابلته مرة أخرى&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;نفس الملابس الرثة، نفس المناديل الورقية&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;نظرت إلى نفسي و خجلت منها.. فأنا هذه الطفلة المرفهة، التي تشكو من هذا الصداع لأن يا حرام ضغطها واطي لأنها مرهقة، رجعت إلى منزلها، أكلت و جلست أمام التلفاز ثم بدلت ملابسها بأخرى لتقابل بعض الأصدقاء و هي تشكو نفس الإرهاق و الصداع&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;و هو من صباحية ربنا في الشارع، الله أعلم أكل إيه، ملابسه متسخة و الدنيا حر و مع ذلك مستمر حتى الليل في بيع المناديل&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ثم ليزداد خجلي من نفسي، مد يده بخمسين قرشاً لسيدة كان تجمع التبرعات لمريض بسرطان البروستاتا، و عندما حاولت أن تثنيه عن عزمه، أصر بكل خجل أن تقبل منه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أشعر بداخلي بهذا التمرد.. لماذا هذا الولد في الشارع.. أراهن أنه يلقى أسوأ أنواع المعاملة و الكثير من الإحتقار في الشارع و المترو.. لماذا هو في الشارع بدلاً من أن يستمتع بأجازته (لو كان أصلاً) بيروح المدرسة.. أينعم كان رث الملابس و لكنه طيب القلب&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;اتفضلوا بقى لو سمحتم قولولي أعمل إيه؟؟ ممكن أساعده؟؟ أو حد زيه؟؟ إزاي؟؟  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111865972760629676?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111865972760629676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111865972760629676' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111865972760629676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111865972760629676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='بائع المناديل الورقية'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111822093881830448</id><published>2005-06-08T11:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:55:38.823+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought..</title><content type='html'>It has just occured to me that.. 
"The world is a very big place"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111822093881830448?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111822093881830448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111822093881830448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111822093881830448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111822093881830448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/thought.html' title='A thought..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111804657346860924</id><published>2005-06-06T11:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:32:26.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In every little thing..</title><content type='html'>Every little thing reminds me of you..
Even if I spend a day completely on my own.. you fill my space..

Everytime I smell :"Rare Gold", Delingo is there
Everytime I go to Alex, I remember Sylvia
Everytime an Elissa song is playing, I remember Alaa
And when I listen to "You raise me up", I definetly see Mike
Everytime I pass by MIBank, I remember the Holding Co. days and the gang, everytime I eat from GAD too!
When I take a shower at a hotel.. I always remember the legionella song by Dr. R
And everytime I hear someone speak German, I remember Mina
Everytime I pass by MOMO, I remember Mohamed
and everytime I'm downtown. I have to call mom and see if she wants something..
When I listen to oldies, to Faudel, find something absolutely cute.. I know my sister would enjoy this with me
Everytime Jad or Yuri is on TV, I have to call Merro to turn her TV on
Jeeps remind me of shezo
The boyscouts, Inas Abdel Dayem, movies remind me of zouza
Every classic french book reminds me of Dalia, Carmen does too
And everytime somebody mentions Canada, McGill or I eat Kosa bechamel..I remember my best friend 
When I smell Protex fresh.. I remember when I knew that I lost you..

Every little thing I do, everywhere I go, whatever I eat, the music I listen to.. everything reminds me of someone and I'm never alone.. 
cause you're always there with me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111804657346860924?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111804657346860924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111804657346860924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111804657346860924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111804657346860924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-every-little-thing.html' title='In every little thing..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111764263962416955</id><published>2005-06-01T19:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:54:48.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling stupid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos14.flickr.com/16895252_9b2cdfc755_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/16895252_9b2cdfc755_o.gif" alt="Foshfoshy" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

So.. I left home to work today, wearing black and expecting to find the streets so dark since everyone is motashe7 bel sawad.. At first, no one, I said to myself wait till we approach Tahrir, I'll notice the black clothing better, then we got to Tahrir square and.. nothing.. On the way back home.. still no one..
I actually noticed today that Egyptians were very brightly dressed, i never noticed that we are such colorful people until today and I can definetely assure you that Fuschia and Turquoise are in fashion!
I don't mind.. I don't want to interfere with what people do, I just felt like when going with your friends to a party and agreeing together we'll wear jeans and you get there to find everyone so dressed up and you're the only one in jeans!! well.. no one was in black.. However, I did discover I look a lot slimmer in black! I hope the next 7edad will not be in the swim suits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111764263962416955?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111764263962416955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111764263962416955' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111764263962416955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111764263962416955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-stupid.html' title='Feeling stupid...'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111757469213777266</id><published>2005-06-01T00:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:36:13.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling silly</title><content type='html'>I guess most of the Egyptian blogs I surf are very politically oriented.. I am just so dumb when it comes to politics.. I don't get it, I can't distinguish who's right and who's wrong...  I can't take a side and I assume everyone is lying to look good.
Guys, I live in a different world and when I read other blogs, I feel really silly. I really prefer to write about the sky, the metro, the kindness or the stupidity of ordinary people, my career crisis, my favourite music.. stuff like that..
So, since I don't really like to "efti" about things I don't understand much, i'll just stick to writing about my own little world (which is cute by the way!) and I'll keep reading your blogs to cultivate myself..
So.. please put up with my world .. I might surprise you with really stupid posts (Compared to all the patriotic stuff elsewhere)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111757469213777266?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111757469213777266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111757469213777266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111757469213777266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111757469213777266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-silly.html' title='Feeling silly'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111740134717699612</id><published>2005-05-29T23:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:15:47.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumière</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos12.flickr.com/16295072_4ddae6c68b_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/16295072_4ddae6c68b_o.gif" alt="Lumière" height="221" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
You were my angel for years.. I could swear I could see your soul reflected on your face..
You found your angel, but for no good reason I remember you still and I remember this soul I loved..

Luz.. Desde que te desapareciste ... se apagó la luz en mi vida

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Don't guess so much if it might've been you.. Lumière doesn't even know my name..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111740134717699612?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111740134717699612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111740134717699612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111740134717699612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111740134717699612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/05/lumire.html' title='Lumière'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111512906711135995</id><published>2005-05-03T16:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:11:37.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I was there..</title><content type='html'>It was a hot morning, it was a saturday and I was at the Egyptian museum with a couple of friends...
I must have been there for at least a dozen of times.. I adore this place, I find myself really there.. And here it was.. An explosion..
No way girl, it can't be a bomb, not on the day I'm there.. theses things happen to other people and on Tv or in the news.. But it was a bomb.. I was scared, not only was it the first time in my life when a terrorist attack is so close but also the fact that in the very moment that I heard BOOOM, someone died killing and wounding others with him.. (No one else died, but until that moment we didn't know anything really)In that particular moment, people were suffering and tourists were horrified, Peace was disturbed everywhere.. and in my heart as well...
When I got home mom was so happy that we came back safe, I still can't believe I was that close to the incident, I was supposed to take my car that day, it would've been parked even closer to the explosion site.
That night, I wanted so much to celebrate life, anything could've happened that day but I'm still here. I was so thankful to God, feeling like I've been given a new life. I guess this means I should take steps forward in my life, life is short isn't it?? And who knows what's next .. It just crossed my mind to ask you all: Is the world such a dangerous place?? Anyway I tend to forget that and move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111512906711135995?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111512906711135995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111512906711135995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111512906711135995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111512906711135995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-was-there.html' title='I was there..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111335246852549737</id><published>2005-04-13T02:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T02:34:28.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of things in my head ...</title><content type='html'>I've had like a thousand ideas (may be less!) that I wanted to share with on the blog and every time I want to write about something, another disaster comes up... A lot happened during the past 2 weeks.. not to me on a personal level but to the world around me and I've been deeply touched by that and so I remained speechless..
The pope I loved so much died.. to say the I thought he was relieved from  a long period of suffering that he went through.. I thought then that "An angel went back to heaven" _I'm free to think as I want and I was shocked to find out what some people about him.. I wanted to write lots of stuff .. but I remained speechless..
Then a bomb exploded in Cairo on a motorcycle.. it hurt me so much, people are going nuts.. that's the only logical explanation to what's going on in the world.. and we got our share of the madness, I still wanted to write a lot but I remained speechless too..
Then Prince Charles married his "long time love".. I hated what I saw and heard on TV and I still prefer to remain silent..
You see, I still have a brain that functions (and this hurts sometimes) but for the moment I'm in a state of shock and I prefer not to comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111335246852549737?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111335246852549737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111335246852549737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111335246852549737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111335246852549737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/04/lot-of-things-in-my-head.html' title='A lot of things in my head ...'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111227806210498466</id><published>2005-03-31T16:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:28:59.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>عندما مات فادي</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;مات فادي و نحن في السنة الثالثة في الكلية. كان زميلنا و لم أكن أعرفه جيداً، فقط كنت أعرف أنه "ابن ناس" و مهذب و مثال للإنسان المجتهد المحترم و لم يكن أحد يكرهه، كان محبوباً ممن يعرفه و من يراه.
مات فادي بمرض الليوكيميا (سرطان أو ابيضاض الدم) و الذي تم تشخيصه متأخراً جداً و كان وقتها في العشرين من عمره.
كانت أول جنازة أذهب إليها في حياتي (حيث الصندوق و البكاء..) أتذكر أنه عندما خرج الصندوق من الكنيسة و سمعت صراخ أمه، انهرت باكية. و كلما أتذكره (على الرغم من مضي أكثر من 5 أعوام على وفاته) تتجمع الدموع في عينيَّ على الرغم من أنني لم أكن أعرفه حق المعرفة و لم أكن من المقربين له.
كل مرة أبكي فيها فادي، أدرك أنني لا أبكيه هو و لكن أبكي أحلامه التي ماتت صغيرة.. أبكي حياتي و أحلامي التي أقتلها بيدي كل يوم. عندما مات فادي أدركت أن في يدي أعظم نعمة.. الحياة .. إنها أغلى ما لديَّ و أنا أهدرها كل يوم بلا هدف.
أذكرك اليوم يا فادي و أصلي لك و أشكرك لأن حياتك القصيرة تذكرني دائماً بالنعمة التي مازالت تلازمني.. الحياة
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111227806210498466?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111227806210498466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111227806210498466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111227806210498466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111227806210498466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_31.html' title='عندما مات فادي'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111226134681414783</id><published>2005-03-31T10:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:36:51.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit of Egypt 2</title><content type='html'>Painting Exhibiton by Dr. Farid Fadel
From March 30 till April 10, 2005 at the Cairo Opera House

&lt;a href="http://photos6.flickr.com/7963265_1a1c77f681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/7963265_1a1c77f681.jpg" alt="Spirit of Egypt" height="475" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I adore this man's style.. Can anyone please convince him to do my picture in crayons!
They call him the "Renaissance Man"because he's an ophthalmologist, a painter, a violonist and a Baritone singer! Some people don't like his style, they say it's too real, the paintings are exactly like photos.. well, it's a matter of taste, who likes what is totally arbitrary..
I love how he paints eyes.. no wonder, he's an eye doctor!

Spirit of Egypt 2, featuring scenes ans faces from Egypt is held on the ground floor, on the first floor is an exhibition of mutual portraits of the artist by other artists entitled "Me by Another", it's very interesting how you can see the same face by many artists, you can notice their different styles and you can actually see them through Farid's paintings which are so real, they would come to life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111226134681414783?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111226134681414783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111226134681414783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111226134681414783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111226134681414783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/spirit-of-egypt-2.html' title='Spirit of Egypt 2'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111147160112470929</id><published>2005-03-22T07:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:59:08.366+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos7.flickr.com/7048500_d98853fe7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="325" alt="rachid1" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/7048500_d98853fe7c.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;So, I went to Rachid Taha's concert with my sister and a good friend of ours (Thank you Mina for the ride :) ) Well, I must admit I hardly understood what he was singing or even saying, but I enjoyed the mood so much, the beat and the people dancing, singing and screaming. I know that if I had bought his last album I would've enjoyed it more, I know I enjoyed a lot singing along the songs I have on the album "Diwan"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos7.flickr.com/7048502_829699f747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="rachid2" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/7048502_829699f747.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Apart from the concert which I wouldn't go describing now, I just wanted to comment on a couple of things..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;There was a group of Algerian youth in front of us, they were so excited and they started singing even before Rachid came on stage, I was told that one of these guys is a Raï singer who performs with a group in Sakkia, may be.. Anyway.. right after the concert started, they were popping up the Algerian flag, and they kept holding it and waving all along during the concert, I can't hide that I felt jealous, me too I wished I had the Egyptian flag, may be some day I'll be in some foreign place attending a Mohamed Mounir concert.. I hope I won't forget to bring my flag then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos4.flickr.com/7048501_93a8e8dd83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="303" alt="rachid3" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/7048501_93a8e8dd83.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Apart form the flag and that our friend Mina was so nice to give us a ride back home (even though he lives in the other end of Cairo) I wanted to share with you what Rachid's music means to me. This man sings a combination of rock, raï and chaabi music and God knows what else.. He sings a lot of politic issues, he has a wide audience and I don't get most of what he says but I still love him! You see it started when I was in my third year in faculty and "Abdel Kader" and the "1,2,3, soleil" concert were a blast then.. Every term, I had a theme song or a singer I'd listen to all the time, thus marking the episode unintentionally! I passed through a Celine Dion phase first year, second year, it was Aqua and the Titanic movie soundtrack, third year: Nana "let it rain, in my brain, make the pain go away!" and then Abdel Kader and Rachid's album "Diwan" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I guess studying all that amount was painful and lots of musicians helped ease that pain, thank you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I forgot to tell you.. all that music listening while studying was usually because I'm a night creature, I work (and concentrate) best in the early morning hours !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Delingo, you must remember: "Abdel Kader ya bou 3alam, dak el 7al 3aleya, dawy 7ali ya bou 3alam, sidi rouf 3aleya!" those were some days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111147160112470929?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111147160112470929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111147160112470929' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111147160112470929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111147160112470929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/live-concert.html' title='Live Concert!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111144121649412327</id><published>2005-03-21T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:40:16.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soooo lazy...</title><content type='html'>I've been so lazy lately, I want to write some stuff in here but I'm always not in the mood.. too bad isn't it..
Ok, now I'm uploading some photos and the first thing I'll do tomorrow morning is to write you about Rachid Taha's concert that I've been to.. it was my first standing live concert, so it was quite a joy :))
Anyway, I thought I'd publish the complete photo of the object no one recognized in an earlier post

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It was a lava lamp.. this is how it looks.. and &lt;a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/lava-lamp.htm"&gt;this is how it works&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111144121649412327?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111144121649412327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111144121649412327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111144121649412327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111144121649412327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-soooo-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m soooo lazy...'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111037056287514976</id><published>2005-03-09T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:16:02.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>يوم المرأة العالمي</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;أكتب اليوم بناءاً على نداء رامي الذي استعجب عدم ذكر المدونات المصريات ليوم المرأة و التعليق و لا أي حاجة. شوف يا ابني، أنا اكتشفت النهارده من مدونتك إن إمبارح كان يوم المرأة. أشكرك طبعاً لاهتمامك و  لأنك غير منحاز (بغير عدل يعني) و أيضاً لذكرك المعاكسات و قلة الأدب إللي بنشوفها كل يوم.
يجوز أنا ما سمعتش عن يوم المرأة امبارح لأني لم أفتح التليفزيون (كان عندي تمرين كيك بوكسينج) و بعدين الدنيا مطرت و كانت مزحولة!  و لذلك أنا أجهل ما إذا كانوا تعمدوا تجاهل يوم المرأة و لا قدموا أطيب التهاني إللي لا بتقدم و لا تأخر. يعني بالذمة هيعملوا للمرأة إيه؟؟ ما هما كل الستات دايرين في الساقية.. الشغل و البيت و الأولاد و المعاكسات و القرف ... و هي طبعاً لازم تحط لسانها في بقها و تسكت.. أصلها لما تتكلم هتقول إيه؟ قصدي مين هيعبرها؟ و هيعملولها إيه؟
المشي في الشارع فعلاً مغامرة محفوفة بالمخاطر كما ذكر رامي و على فكرة راكبات السيارات الخاصة لا تسلمن من المعاكسات و السائقين إللي بيكسروا عليهم و بيعرضوهم للحوادث علشان هم صبيان دمهم خفيف! (مرة واحد كان بيكسر علينا و إحنا 3 بنات علي كوبري أكتوبر- لو كانت أعصابها فلتت كنا نطينا من على الكوبري!)
و بعدين الكبت إللي عند الناس ده مش طبيعي، كأنهم أول مرة يشوفوا بنات، و معلش بقى إللي بيقول إننا عثرة، ما يغض هو بصره أحسن، يبص الناحية التانية و يستغفر ربنا بس ما يميلش على ودني و يوشش كلام ما أسمعش منه غير رنة ززززز أو سسسسس، ما هي دي اسمها قلة أدب.
و بعدين في ناس ولاد حلال بيعشقوا إنهم يعلقوا على طولي (أنا طولي 148 سم) و بالتالي أنا لا أسلم من كلمتي "يا قصير!" و "يا أزعة!" كأنني أولاً مش عارفة إنني قصيرة ، ثانياً، أنا واحدة محترمة و تعليمي أكيد أعلى من تعليم القرد إللي بيعاكسني و مش من حقه يقل أدبه كده و ثالثاً هو بيتريق على خلقة ربنا ليه؟  يعني لو واحد مناخيره كبيرة، ما يصحش أقول له يابو مناخير! ولا الفيل أبو زلومة! علشان دي خلقة ربنا و عيب نقول كده.
هذا طبعاً إلي جانب أننا (أي الفتيات و السيدات .. إلخ) نضطر إلي المشي زجزاج في الشارع، علشان كل شوية واحد ظريف يتحرك في إتجاهنا و يميل علينا! يا أفنديا، ما حدش علمكم و أنتم صغيرين تمشوا على خط مستقيم؟؟ ما هو مش معقول كل ما واحد يشوف واحدة يغير سكته و يمشي بالورب علشان يخبط فيها.. بجد نفسي أعرف إيه المتعة في إنك تخبط واحدة في الشارع؟؟ دي بس المواقف العادية إللي بتحصل كل يوم، في طبعاً حاجات تانية و كلنا نتعرض لها من حين لآخر و بسببها ندخل بيوتنا معيطين و لا داعي لذكرها الآن.
أنا بسأل بس.. ليه ما بيحترموش الستات؟ و سبيك من هي محترمة و لا لأ، إللي بيحترم حد، بيحترمه لأنه هو انسان محترم بغض النظر عن مين إللي قدامه!
أنا تكلمت عن موضوع الشارع لأنه بصراحة أحد صراعاتي اليومية.. أنا عارفة إن مشاكلنا كتير لكن يجوز هو ده إللي بيمسني دلوقت.
و أرجع و أقول تاني، هيعملوا إيه للمرأة؟؟ لما يعرفوا يحترموها الأول في الشارع، يبقوا يعملولها يوم عندنا.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111037056287514976?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111037056287514976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111037056287514976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111037056287514976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111037056287514976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='يوم المرأة العالمي'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111028427324770399</id><published>2005-03-08T14:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:17:53.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To my best friend..</title><content type='html'>I was so happy to get your sms today, I didn't know you checked my blog daily, I would've updated it daily if I knew so :)
I sent you a message a couple of days ago, but I guess you didn't get it, I saw that day a car with Mc Gill's University badge and I remembered you, so I just wanted to let you know that I did :)) I tend to tell people when I think about them lately, I think it's important to feel remembered even by stupid insignificant gestures!
Please post me a comment whenever you feel like doing so, you message made my day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111028427324770399?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111028427324770399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111028427324770399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111028427324770399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111028427324770399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-my-best-friend.html' title='To my best friend..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111023122993130542</id><published>2005-03-07T23:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:33:49.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desaparecer</title><content type='html'>Quiero desaparecer
Que nadie me vea
Que nadie me toque
Que nadie me hable
Que nadie sienta que existo

Es mejor desaparecer, para que haya una explicación por todos estos "nadie" que existen en mi vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111023122993130542?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111023122993130542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111023122993130542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111023122993130542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111023122993130542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/desaparecer.html' title='Desaparecer'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-111009781135496073</id><published>2005-03-06T10:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T10:30:11.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week...</title><content type='html'>The weekend is over.. Here comes another week of working days.. I didn't relax this weekend, as usual! On Friday, we had a festival in my school, so I was responsible for 2 games stands from 12:00 to 16:00, I watched my cousin sing "One Love" on the karaoke stand and I sang Dido's "Don't Leave Home".. the music was actually lower than I'm used to, so I was out of tune before the chorus.. I'm never out of tune :(
I started with some friends of mine training for kick boxing, however, the trainer assured me we'll be doing it only for fitness and we will not engage in fights.. I do not wish to break my nose.. It was really fun, I never knew boxing requires such coordination!
Last might, it was my second cousin's wedding. I enjoyed watching my 9 years old cousin (the one who was singing on friday), she was so excited, it was the first wedding reception she attends(as far as she can remember), she was amazed, she wanted to see everything.. The first dance, the sharbat (she actually wanted to drink it and she liked it so much), the bride's friends belly dancing. Her older brother and sister (7 years younger than I am) didn't move off their chairs and she almost didn't sit down.. She reminded me of myself at her age.. I adored going to wedding receptions, I was always on the dance floor, my dad used to dance with me and my sister then, anyway, since my uncle didn't take her dancing, my sister and I made sure she was always accompanied by one of us.. I'm so glad she enjoyed her first wedding reception :))
So, I guess that after the kick boxing class and the kids dancing, I can honestly say that every part of my body hurts!!!! And the weekend is over :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-111009781135496073?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/111009781135496073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=111009781135496073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111009781135496073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/111009781135496073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-week.html' title='Another week...'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110980451156143235</id><published>2005-03-03T00:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T01:01:51.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley in the pickles jar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos4.flickr.com/5533496_6f5454c2e6.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5533496_6f5454c2e6.jpg" width="450" height="256" alt="lemon smile" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I caught this smiling lemon in the jar.. Hope it cheers you up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110980451156143235?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110980451156143235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110980451156143235' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110980451156143235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110980451156143235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/smiley-in-pickles-jar.html' title='Smiley in the pickles jar!'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110980410061339017</id><published>2005-03-03T00:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T00:55:00.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating alone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So.. Hello everyone!
I didn't post anything this week, i had pretty much nothing in mind. However I did discover that everyone hated clippy (I actually discoverd his name was clippy!) Guys, I'm telling you, you hate him because you lack patience, he's vey cute when you have time to notice and he's polite (he leaves when you ask him to.. Lots of people I know don't!) Anyway, who cares!
Last week I discovered that I went out to eat 3 times alone within 2 weeks, I know this is the usual for lots of you but for me it was quite a record. Two years ago, I thought it was cool to eat alone. I mean, I still love going to museums and art exhibitions by myself, but eating alone.. Even though it was just to fill some empty 2 hours between errands, it felt so bad, and I actually tried to arrange to have some friend spend this time with me but it wasn't possible.
I don't know why am I sharing with this in the first place, may be just to tell my friends how much I miss them, how much they mean to me and how much my food tastes better when they are around.
And please, if you have a friend to share your lunch time with, don't eat alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110980410061339017?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110980410061339017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110980410061339017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110980410061339017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110980410061339017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/03/eating-alone.html' title='Eating alone..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110953531964657629</id><published>2005-02-27T22:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:15:19.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly help... (a very stupid post!)</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I know this is stupid.. I just love him!

&lt;a href="http://photos4.flickr.com/5536968_a9ccf0da9a.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5536968_a9ccf0da9a.jpg" width="314" height="425" alt="window" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

He pops up from the middle of nowhere during a dull and boring office assignment and makes up my day..  He just bangs my screen and he makes me laugh as if he was real.. I don't really use his help, but he's quite entertaining, don't you think he's absolutely Microsoft's best invention??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110953531964657629?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110953531964657629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110953531964657629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110953531964657629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110953531964657629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/02/friendly-help-very-stupid-post.html' title='Friendly help... (a very stupid post!)'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110922398130485741</id><published>2005-02-24T07:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T07:46:21.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think it might be??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos4.flickr.com/5338508_091122bbb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5338508_091122bbb6.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

An alien? a spacecraft? a drop in the occean of light? a sea creature? a photoshop effect? or something else??
Tell me what you think..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110922398130485741?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110922398130485741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110922398130485741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110922398130485741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110922398130485741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-do-you-think-it-might-be.html' title='What do you think it might be??'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110914678337657743</id><published>2005-02-23T09:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T10:21:16.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Man in a pit ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos5.flickr.com/5284033_944e32acc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5284033_944e32acc1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
 

That's how I was feeling yesterday, my thoughts were paralysed and it was soooo dark in there!
This is the first thing I draw in months, I'd like to hear your opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110914678337657743?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110914678337657743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110914678337657743' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110914678337657743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110914678337657743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/02/man-in-pit.html' title='Man in a pit ...'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110876212757846724</id><published>2005-02-18T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T13:12:07.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice people of Egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos4.flickr.com/4895023_c192b7d8f7.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4895023_c192b7d8f7.jpg" width="450" height="325" alt="nice people" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I was taking photos around the Sakakini Palace which is located in the Sakakini square when I saw some cute rabbits, the merchant was very sweet, he encouraged me to take photos of them and he wanted me to take a picture of him, so he grabbed 2 rabbits by their ears and he posed, then this nice woman and the kid too wanted to be photographed with the rabbits they sell.
I liked their simplicity and their friendly way.. Most of the days I'm discouraged by people's behaviour, I usually think that people aren't nice and they never stop surprising me by pulling out some friendly acts ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110876212757846724?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110876212757846724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110876212757846724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110876212757846724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110876212757846724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/02/nice-people-of-egypt.html' title='Nice people of Egypt'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110864360968239773</id><published>2005-02-17T14:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:33:29.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A must see .. Bab el Shams .. Door to the Sun .. La Porte du Soleil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68057711@N00/4949463/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4949463_c48df96406.jpg" width="450" height="305" alt="bab el shams" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

يبكي و يضحك لا حزناً و لا فرحاً
كعاشق خط سطراً في الهوى و محاه
قلب تمرس في اللذات و هو فتى
كبرعم لمسته الريح فانفتح

يبكي و يضحك 
أغنية فيلم باب الشمس
كلمات الأخطل الصغير&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110864360968239773?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110864360968239773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110864360968239773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110864360968239773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110864360968239773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/02/must-see-bab-el-shams-door-to-sun-la.html' title='A must see .. Bab el Shams .. Door to the Sun .. La Porte du Soleil'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110858443845385990</id><published>2005-02-16T21:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:07:18.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakakini Palace..</title><content type='html'>Built by Habib Sakakini in 1897 ...

I've lived my entire life around this fabulous palace.. 
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and I didn't really like living in that neighbourhood because I saw it was very popular (sha3by ya3ni) and the media and films reinforced that idea too..
I always knew it was a unique piece of art, only I never really got close until last week.
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Before it was to me "Sakakini pacha's Palace", but now it is Habib Sakakini's Palace. It is unique because unique people lived there, I know now that I live in a beautiful place that has a lot of history.
Believe it or not, I asked my father many times as a child and I still do to buy me that palace so that we could restore it and live there, however he still says we can't afford it.. too bad, isn't it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110858443845385990?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110858443845385990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110858443845385990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110858443845385990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110858443845385990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/02/sakakini-palace.html' title='Sakakini Palace..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684686.post-110807298593897801</id><published>2005-02-10T23:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T00:03:05.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful view from an ugly bridge..</title><content type='html'>On my way home, I pass on this ugly bridge on which the metro station is located. 

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The sunset is usually very beautiful from the top of that bridge.
Isn't it weird how something so beautiful can be spotted from a very unattractive location?? I'm so glad I took the time to stop and watch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7684686-110807298593897801?l=shamoussa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/feeds/110807298593897801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7684686&amp;postID=110807298593897801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110807298593897801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7684686/posts/default/110807298593897801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamoussa.blogspot.com/2005/02/beautiful-view-from-ugly-bridge.html' title='Beautiful view from an ugly bridge..'/><author><name>..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02504781319663577223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/57/218297435_0956faae77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
