tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15739368438676802862024-03-13T22:49:29.244-07:00Memoirs of an Egyptian PhilosopherSShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-61215493998106385212019-01-20T11:20:00.001-08:002019-01-20T11:20:58.871-08:00The Great Dictator Speech (by- Charlie Chaplin ) with Subtitles HD<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-HA8kSdsf_M" width="459"></iframe><br /><br />
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It was a pleasure speaking at the Caribbean Philosophical Association international meeting SHIFTING THE GEOGRAPHY OF REASON XII: TECHNOLOGIES OF LIBRATION, in Riviera Maya, Quintana Roo, Mexico<br />
Reading my own translation of Egyptian author and philosopher, Tawfiq Al Hakim's <i>Equilibrium </i>(1955).<br />
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#philosophy #existentialisim #Arabexistentialism #Tawfiqalhakim #arabliteratureSShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-65123600171413111662016-07-28T15:55:00.001-07:002016-07-28T15:55:46.331-07:00Loving and Being Loved<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NhyfBi-Ad4c" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />
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Parental love is as Alan mentions the most primitive form of love and our first encounter with the conception of love. So How can we detach ourselves from this kind of love to have what he calls a "mature" kind of love?<br /><br />
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Do you love me or do you love how I love you? Such as huge difference, especially when the beloved say things like "I like how you make me feel" or "I love how you look at me or I feel when I am around you". True, we want a recreation of our lovely childhood experience of being loved. Can we ever fall out of this primitive form of love to put someone else ahead of us and be adults? Sounds almost impossible.<br /><br />
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We live in a world where we look for the attributes that we lack, we admire the organised, the clever, the witty, the diplomat and the laid-back. Our "shopping list" of partner's attributes are not always as easy to follow as it may seem. We often fall in love with those who are unfaithful, selfish, cunning or even less giving than ourselves. These life partners have horrible attributes, we know that and yet they are familiar as we are already accustomed from our childhood with these attributes displayed by parents or relatives or close ones. Alan explains this point perfectly in this video...<br /><br />
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#love #troubleSShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-7773470321140860472016-05-07T03:32:00.001-07:002016-05-07T03:32:30.987-07:00One Dance by Drake and Hasta el Amanecer by Nicky Jam | Mashup by Alex A...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Kuz3DUNZaC8" width="480"></iframe>SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-60816767397109651792015-11-14T06:39:00.001-08:002015-11-14T06:39:49.117-08:00Loreena McKennitt - Tango to Evora<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fnmPUKt7q60" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />
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<ol class="tracklist" style="background-color: white; color: #656d71; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; width: 465px;"><h4 style="color: #7398c5; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The Visit Album: <span style="font-size: 1em;">Track list (1991)</span></h4><li itemprop="tracks" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/MusicRecording" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 20px; padding: 0px 0px 5px;"><a href="http://www.musictory.com/music/Loreena+McKennitt/All+Souls+Night" style="color: #797a7b; text-decoration: none;">All Souls Night</a><div class="min" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></div></li>
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<span style="background-color: white;">More about my research see Academia: </span>https://liverpool.academia.edu/ShereenHamedShawSShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-49759675604928631282015-10-04T16:20:00.002-07:002015-10-04T16:20:15.389-07:00Eve @The Well Space_Liverpool<b>I'd like to introduce to you.. Eve...</b><br />
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She is trapped inside a confined space, silent and still. She is destined to be here, destined to carry on. Life goes by, people surround her and yet she finds herself restless, unable to reach out, unable to escape. But to where or to whom will she escape. The other imprisons her with his gaze. She is belittled. She stumbles into the darkness to find her way. She waits in silence for what is yet to come. Anxious, fearful and yet hopeful. She is hopeful that one day she will be able to lift herself up, reach higher, stand up and fulfill her being as a woman, a mother, a daughter, a sister and as a human being.</div>
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She moves, she stretches, she bends and lies to the ground. She is restless and anxious. Eve is waiting. For what, she cannot tell. Few words can express what she is longing for. She can no longer say. Blamed for Adam's sin and for her own in a world that values him over her. She is no longer afraid, no longer worried or anxious. She grows, she creates her own world where he no longer exists. Why would she submit to the gaze of the other when she can try to be free... And even if she's never free, the journey is still worthwhile. These are the many poses of Eve. She is strong, she is ruthless, she moves confidently, her sight is clear and her goals are within reach. </div>
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Life Drawing Session at The Well Space Cafe, Roscoe St. Liverpool</div>
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* The Well Space is a beautiful hidden Cafe and gallery on Roscoe st. They hold events, small functions and gigs. Such a cool space with funky decor, snacks, a bar and projector. A well lit open space that is both relaxing and truly inspiring.</div>
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In myth as well as in fictional tales, there are descriptions of women who are seductive, luring, with an ability to make things..."magical". They have such a power and charm that takes hold of your heart and soul. Some portrays are darker than others, a few have serpents to imply that she is just as cunning, as manipulative, whilst others are more luring and almost angelic. Which one fascinates me? And which one are you is a more important question...Our history is full of stories of a <a class="_Epb irc_tas" data-ved="0CAUQjhw" href="https://faustuscrow.wordpress.com/tag/succubus-tulpa/" jsaction="mousedown:irc.rl;keydown:irc.rlk"><span class="irc_pt" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #1a0dab;">succubus</span></span></a> (a female <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demon" title="Demon">demon</a> or supernatural entity in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folklore" title="Folklore">folklore</a> (traced back to medieval legend) that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman in order to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seduction" title="Seduction">seduce</a> men, usually through <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_sexual_activity" title="Human sexual activity">sexual activity</a>. The male counterpart is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incubus" title="Incubus">incubus</a>. Religious traditions hold that repeated sexual activity with a succubus may result in the deterioration of health or even death.) </div>
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Seduction is an art that can be taught (if you don't believe me watch a film set in the 17th Century Venice, <u>Dangerous Beauty</u>) A woman who can seduce, has so much power beyond imagination. It isn't that men are weak and stand no chance against a woman, but it is more that when a woman seduces; her mind and body are engaged. This makes her powerful, magical and more importantly, capable of what no man can do or think of. In Victorian times, the image of the woman who seduces men had more of a negative stigma attached to it and the focus was more on highlighting the "virginity" and purity of the female. A seducer would be a sorceress, a child of the darkness, cursed and shunned by society. But secretly, every Victorian man was looking for this woman behind the innocent faces. There was nothing in these innocent faces that enticed them, intrigued them enough to want to explore, nothing was luring. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kizomba</span> music emerged as a more modern music genre with a sensual touch mixed with African rhythm. Shall I say anymore!<br />
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Song played is <strong>Mil Pasos (Soho).</strong><br />
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In our modern age, a relationship has a different look than what it used to be in the olden days. There seem to be more demand for reassurances than before and certainly more pressure on both parties to continue happily together. I have to say I don't regret having been married 7 years and now single. The 7 years taught me a lot about the level of dedication that is required for a relationship to last. It also taught me that one party alone can not keep the boat floating for long and that if one jumps off the boat, the other has to be prepared to go alone regardless of all odds. I learnt a lot about myself and I probably chose very wrong from the start; a man who saw very little in me. To meet a man now who would appreciate me and love what he sees is exciting and something I am certainly looking forward to. Fact, my son needs a father and I need a man. This makes 2 men required, seeing that it's doubtful one man will be sufficient to carry out both roles. I am regardless hopeful and certainly positive about a future that has many unknowns. They don't phase me or worry me. I can only look forward because I am uninterested in the past. It took me a while and a lot of hard work. Every day was a struggle but was worth going through. From now on, I think my understanding of a relationship has become clearer; we must want the same things and be on the same boat.<br />
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Since being single, every man I met to date added something exciting to my life; an assertion of what I need and what I am looking for. If it's not you, I apologies truly. The search for the mysterious "other" fills me with excitement and keeps me on my feet. I can only hope that I would never be in a position where my principles are tested and I have to make a tough decision. I am an ethical being who will not accept on my consciousness a wrong doing. I will not hurt another woman no matter what. I will always put myself in the other's shoes and I certainly can never be "the other" woman. When the woman my X had an affair with emailed me to say she tried to end their affair on many occasions, I replied with two things: 1. He was not yours to have and 2. Thank you for giving me a chance to kick his a** out seeing I've had enough of his failures in every aspect of our life and relation. These are my principles that I will live by in relations. They are key in modern relations; never take another's man, never cheat and certainly never lie. Marriage is just a piece of paper, I agree, but the vows mean nothing if they were not truly meant. The rules of any relation are crystal clear, love, struggle, continue together wanting the same goals and build your dreams together. I am not sad this happen to me. In fact I am relieved that I am unburdened now and set free to be who I want to be and to make the best life for the person who truly deserves it; my son. If a man comes along, he'll have to convince me that there IS really room for him in my life and that his contribution to both ourselves is vital.<br />
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Mysterious Mr right, a note from myself and from my 3 years old son to you....<br />
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From me, first: I need a man who cares about me, who is willing to fight the world together side by side no matter how hard and how difficult it gets. I need a man who raise me up and never put me down. I need a man who looks at me with love and sees the woman I am and admire. I need a man who is faithful to me as I am faithful to him and who knows that good things happen to those who work hard and have ambition. I want a man who appreciate my upbringing and my principles and who share my philosophy in life, we live once, we make our own destiny and with our freedom comes great responsibility.<br />
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And from my son: I need a father who teaches me good principles in life and be a role model for me to look up to and admire. I need a father I can see loving my mother and dedicated to us as a family. I need a father who is caring and loving and puts us before his own needs. I need a father who looks after me and her in every way a man could and makes us feel safe and happy. I need a father most of all to teach me how to be a great man because my biological father failed to see how important these things would be to me....<br />
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Yours, me and mum x<br />
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We loook forward to meeting you and having you in our livesSShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-16191550444825759992015-02-18T05:56:00.000-08:002015-02-18T05:59:11.403-08:00Do you Love Life? <b>My journey from August 2014 to date... From Size 16 to 12 (and some...) </b><br />
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<b>Do you love life? </b>This very difficult question to answer pops in my mind every time I reach for my "Love Life" daily supplements.<br />
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I have for the majority of my life been joining gyms, starting diets and to be honest slacking half way for many excuses that only I can blame only myself for.<br />
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I have been skeptical but hopeful like every dieter starting new that "this" will work. Whatever "this" was, it never gave me the instant transformation of a beach body babe that I longed to be. After 7 years of marriage and going through the divorce, this was my wake up call. I had to give up "bad habits", I had to wake up to start fresh and love not just life, but love myself!<br />
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me down. That is including being encouraged to junk by my X who has no clue about health eating and eats junk and sweets. Well, some people when they are sad they eat (and that was me) whilst others go totally without food (and thus become skinny). I had to put an end to this just I put an end to everything else that was making me unhappy in my life. A new start is what I needed...<br />
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I wanted to be able to see the person who felt trapped inside that body. I wanted to be healthy, fit and most of all happy. These three goals were always on my mind, they all depended on each other. So..... Action plan began: Day one after my divorce I went on Amazon.co.uk bought myself my first product of Love Life. That was "Inner Flush". The many times I felt bloated having ate and ate out of probably not loving myself at all are just phenomenal. I felt if I ate and carry on eating, I must at least help myself digest properly and basically "let it go" if you know what I mean...hahahaha <br />
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First week of taking <b>Inner Flush</b> was a success, I felt "lighter" overall, having had regular bowl movements and no urge to stuff myself with more food, or go for seconds. I felt great at this point and decided to check more products out. This lead me to <b>Raspberry Keytone</b> which I saw a lot of publicity for online and on "instagram" as the new next thing in losing weight. By this point, because I was emotionally a wreck, I was also attending <b>Fit Camp exercise classes </b>in Liverpool @ Speke. The collectivity of exercising in a warehouse with people in the same position as I am, as a group, either 6 am or 7 pm, gave me a massive adrenaline rush that I really for the first time in my life enjoyed. During this week, I lost a 11lb and 2 inches off my waist and my thighs.<br />
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Second and third week, the weight continued to drop. I was combining my Inner Flush (2tabs before bedtime) with <b>Raspberry Keytone & Gracinia Cambogia </b>(4 tabs- 2 morning and 2 evening). You would<b> </b>think naturally I would be energetic having a 3 years old running around the house. This was never the case, I was tired and generally irritable. After taking these regularly, I had more energy to be dancing in the living room with my son, going for walks, play-centre and simply putting on more music on to dance even more. Last activities I embarked on were Hot yoga session, attending a dancing class and a belly dancing class. I was and still am buzzing. I today attend twice personal training 1 hour sessions with Orioll Portell @Sport Direct (LA fiteness) on Rose lane, Liverpool, in order to maintain the health weight, tone and build more muscles. I could simply say that things have worked out very well so that I can re-gain the life that I deserve.<br />
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With this said, and how it is not easy to suddenly find one's world upside down, I have always believed that it is not the difficulty that counts, it is more about what I will and be able to do to "cope".<b> I am not a fighter, but a survivor. </b>I am glad to have come across Love life who are a genuine company who cares about their customers. If this is how I will be a hot beach babe at only 30 years of age and with a happy very active 3 years old, then be it.<br />
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<b>Love life</b>, I not only DO love you, but also I DO love life and I DO love most of all, myself... so here is a Big Thank you from the bottom of my heart.<br />
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See: http://www.lovelifesupplements.co.uk/SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-90208928158623755632015-02-12T07:23:00.003-08:002015-02-12T07:23:31.473-08:00Theo Humanism: Ibn Tufayl <br />
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A film about love, sacrifice, selflessness and hard work and dedication. No one can deny that great things happen to those who wait. Great things happen to those who understand that having good principles in life and that caring for a loved one is more important than anything else in the world. Dedication and hard work pays off. This moving film tells the life story of Stephen Hawking from the beginning of his career and the times of turmoil and struggle with his illness. On many occasions during this film tears were rolling down my cheek. It is not a sad film but a truly beautiful tale of love. One that cannot be measured or explained. Hawkings challenged all the struggles put in his way, he saw the positive in every situation and for this, he succeeded in making something of himself. His wife stood next to him and it was love that made them both survive and continue together for so long. It is a shame how their relationship came to an end, but what matters is how their love continues in different ways and forms. In one scene, Hawkings tells Jane, "look what we have made" pointing at the 3 beautiful children playing in the garden. This was enough to fill his heart. This moment was truly remarkable and I believe that a woman who can stand beside a man to such an extent is a remarkable woman who deserves more applaud and recognition more than Hawkings himself. For without her, he would not have remained strong, he would not have survived and his life would have been meaningless without this woman who gave him her life, her love and care and 3 beautiful children who carry his name.<br />
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SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-62245951943966697562014-12-29T07:59:00.002-08:002014-12-31T03:11:38.408-08:00Xmas Love<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When we get married, we enter a union of the mind, the heart and the body. The three have different ways of developing. The beauty is in how the three compliment one another. I look at this picture and realize how beautiful it is to grow old together and how love always lives on. If you think that marriage is all about happiness, you are very wrong. I am sure there has been times of struggle but these two found each others comfort and love sufficient enough for them to carry on. The strength that loves gives one to carry on is magical. The dedication, the commitment, the care and affection are all that one needs to <i>be</i>. The look in a man's eyes is enough to fill a woman's heart. I cannot imagine a better picture that would capture true love and happiness. She smiles because she knows he accepts her as she is with all her faults. He sees her for who she is, a beautiful woman in every way and a mother. If a man cannot see this in a woman he does not deserve her. Marriage is not about you, it is about the other. If you cannot understand this, then it is not for you. When you love, you give your all. You bring the best in the other out, you put them first, you stand by them and comfort them in whatever life throws at you both. Selfish love has no room in marriage. A lover gives his all without waiting for anything in return. This is the meaning of love and this is what marriage should be.</div>
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I wanted to share my 7 years of marriage wisdom with my readers, may this year bring you all joy and love. Your life is what you make it to be, so make it count! It is unfortunate when a marriage ends like mine has, but I will look back at those years as a stepping stone for who I have become, for what I have achieved and for the love I carry now in my heart for those who deserve it. </div>
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** Merry Xmas and Have a Wonderful New Year **<br />
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"Dear God, thank you for all the lovely people in my life, for the
amazing friends, for the wonderful parents and family I have, for the
best sister and cousins you gave me, the amazing child who lights up my
world and most of all, thank you for the struggles and obstacles that
you have put in my path that helped me grow, be strong and become the
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Love, <br />
Shereen </div>
SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-42405665587778416482014-12-04T07:52:00.002-08:002014-12-04T08:57:57.264-08:00Radwa Ashour (1946-2014) Egyptian Novelist and a great mother<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When I was in University (2001 to 2006), I met Tamim al-Barghouti. He was studying for a political science degree and I was studying English literature and philosophy. I never really understood why he seemed mesmerized by the Egyptian female, especially one who would be studying these two disciplines. Could it be the passion for words and the literary charm that chanted him? Could it be the image of the strong feminine woman who was so accustomed to see in his household and grew up loving? In my own bubble, I carried on studying unaware of what went around me because my only goal back then was to succeed and to go on to an adventurous life journey abroad. I probably owe Tamim an apology for being that focused and that disciplined. Now, almost 9 years after graduation, myself, having married, gave birth to a beautiful boy and lately, divorced I understand to a certain extent the surroundings that might have shaped Tamim and made him the person he is today. I followed his success news year by year. I never really doubted that he had it in him. He was always good with words and can steal any heart with some cheeky verse or two. Spontaneous verses were probably the best. Only when I became a mother that I realized the impact of a mother on a child. I envy him for having great parents with vast knowledge to pass on to him and so much love which made him a success today. One should never underestimate the power of education and knowledge. I remember an Egyptian proverb which says if you invest in mothers and teach them well, you are guaranteed educated aware nations. I will learn from this and I can only hope that my son, Zein, looks at me in the same way that Tamim looks at his parents (specially his father Mourid al-Barghouti in the above picture). I can already see that my son, Zein, who is only 3 years old this year, likes girls with brown big eyes and curly hair (especially those who seem Mediterranean) Isn't it funny how children love those who remind them of their dear ones?! It is almost as if the eyes are the ones that love and communicate this love to the heart and it naturally grows fonder. Tamim al Barghouti is always standing on giants' shoulders. He seems maturer now than I remember, possibly the fame, the experiences in life added to his great start in life. The memory of his mother Radwa Ashour will live on in the memories he has of her, in the lessons she has taught him and in the fond moments he holds so dear and remembers whilst growing up amongst a strong intellectual environment. </div>
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From a dear friend of mine and family member of Ashour: (<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".8q.1:3:1:$comment961069747632_961201708182:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.$body.$comment-body" dir="rtl"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".8q.1:3:1:$comment961069747632_961201708182:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.$body.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".8q.1:3:1:$comment961069747632_961201708182:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.$body.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0">(البقاء لله</span></span></span><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".8q.1:3:1:$comment961069747632_961201708182:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.$body.$comment-body" dir="rtl"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".8q.1:3:1:$comment961069747632_961201708182:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.$body.$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".8q.1:3:1:$comment961069747632_961201708182:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.$body.$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0"></span></span></span> </div>
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ليست صدفة أن تموت رضوى عاشور بعد يومين من الإعلان الرسمي لوفاة الثورة،
وبعد أن أنجزت النصف الأول من سيرتها الذاتية لتبقى السيرة غير مكتملة مثل
الثورة التي أرخت لها، والتي عاشت لها. رضوى التي منعتها ظروف الجراحة من
أن تحضر فصول الثورة الأولى، رضوى التي كانت كلماتها الأولى حين أفاقت من
البنج: "هم ضربوا الولاد في التحرير؟" <br />
بحسب وصيتها، سيتم العزاء في عمر مكرم اليوم (الأربعاء) بإذن الله، حتى وإن أغلقوا ميدان التحرير</div>
SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-46412971422115080252014-11-19T16:23:00.002-08:002014-11-19T16:23:18.180-08:00About love: It is never too late to start overJust when the caterpillar thought it was the end, it turned into a butterfly....<br />
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It isn't the end, it is the beginning of something much more exciting. It was a transition I had to go through in order to be who I am, in order to be strong for the next chapter and be able to go further. I accept that and I acknowledge it. I gained a lot and learned a lot. Whoever wronged me will no longer hurt me and will no longer be part of the bigger plan. That is fine and I accept it was necessary and I accept that there is something planned for every one. I will learn from this and move forward. I will not break and will not dwell on this too longer. I will mend the broken heart, carry it on my shoulder and cope with whatever life throws at me because the pain I feel today will be my strength tomorrow.</div>
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Now I just need to continue to recall to myself that I am not the only woman who has gone through similar experience in life and that I am not the only woman who will survive this. Women are the exception and men are simply the norm. Fact *(Let's just say that I haven't met anyone YET who never fail to disappoint, but 'alas never again. I am no longer a "settler") .</div>
SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-75968091084556688952014-11-12T08:11:00.000-08:002014-11-12T08:11:44.803-08:00A New Chapter<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<b>"You can either feel sorry for yourself of treat it as a challenge, an opportunity to grow or an obstacle to keep you from growing... You choose." </b></div>
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I recall every word in my head. I reply, to myself "Yes, it IS my choice". I have always wanted to live rightly and thus, I choose to do so. Never mind what happened and regardless of any pain. The pain I feel now will be indeed my strength tomorrow. I will learn from the past, I will learn from "this" experience I am going through and I will continue to work hard for the future that I so deserve.</div>
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I do believe there is reason in everything that happen to us. We are yes left in this world, helpless. But it is not about achieving anything. It is about the "struggle". The struggle leads to progress. This is the fact about life that people seem to overlook. In recognizing my life struggle, I grow. I refuse to be blinded by obstacles in my path that hide from me the sources of strength within me. My eyes are open and even though I may seem distracted at times, my life is clear to me. I am here for a reason. It is not to achieve a goal, and it is not to reach a target. It is to "be", to "live" to "experience" and to "struggle" in order to grow.</div>
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I refuse to be chained down by tradition, although I respect it. I refuse my mind to be clouded by trivialities of life and people's chatter. The essence of life is to become who you want to be, unchained, unburdened by anything and by anyone. The concept of love to me now has changed. With the change in my life situation, the concept carries now different meanings. But this cannot burden me. This can only drive me forward to realize my mistakes, my shortages and weaknesses. </div>
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I am not a victim, I am not a fighter. I am a survivor.</div>
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My thoughts are my weapon. Resilience and perseverance are the most important tools in life. This is what I learned over the years. It is in my recognition of the means to cope with my problems and the ways I can manage my weaknesses to bring about my strengths. A man who does not see this and admire it in a woman, is not a man worth sharing the struggle with. Life is not easy. The journey is full of obstacles and it is naive to believe it is otherwise. The fault that I carry on my shoulder today, the pain that I feel in my heart, will be dissolve with past memories and wrong choices. The consequences of my past actions which I endure today will empower me to carry on and will lead me to a new chapter of my life. The exciting journey ahead will not be tarnished by those who do not deserve to be part of it. I believe a stronger force have finally saw it is time to give me a helping hand. It unclouded my eyes and will gradually show me how to relieve my pains. My strength is not a weakness. My strength is not "the problem". My strength is who I am. I embrace this and my weaknesses are also my strength...</div>
SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-51868062331730271972014-07-08T15:56:00.002-07:002014-07-08T15:56:58.064-07:00Almost 10 Days in CairoAlmost 10 days in Cairo and already feel my blood pressure is rising, my skin tired and dull and my head full of nonsense. The anxiety that is second nature to the everyday Egyptian has finally taken its toll on me. 7 years living abroad has certainly changed me and wiped away the tolerance that I used to have to be able to endure every day struggles. The state of the Egyptian person in 2014 is sadly a pessimistic dull one. He/She is stressed by the sum of direct or indirect forces that are all against his/her will on a daily basis.<br />
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Day one began with the lack of water to wash my face. The land of the Nile has suddenly fell short of providing water for its citizens. It has also fallen short, as I latter on discovered, of proving many more "things" which a normal person would count as "basic human needs", by this I mean, not just water, but also electricity, comfortable shelter and food that does not carry the possibility of killing you. I was walking in the street today and suddenly a branch of a tree fell on my mother who was walking a few steps behind me (both on the pavement- which is either full of rubbish, broken tiles or advertising boards or signs from various shops) I could not help myself not to say "even the force of nature is objecting to my existence here" I joked.<br />
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By day 7 all I was thinking about is to "survive". I need to provide as a mother for my child and suddenly my very existence as a human being has been hit hard by this life that I witness and for so long once called "home". This is no longer home, I thought to myself. It is hell on earth. If my dad is already considering to put bars on the house windows to stop thieves coming and at every opportunity reminds me to be cautious with people, then what kind of life is this? I do not think anyone deserves to live in a prison or feel threatened to such an extent. Neither should one doubt the other for the sake of sheer doubt and being cautious. My anxiety increasing day by day and all I can think of is to keep my son from suffering. My mum jokes "this experience will make him a man". I cannot help but think that this will backfire at any moment and I will end up cutting the trip short and shipping ourselves back home urgently. Why make a 2 years old suffer when there is a life already out there where he does not need to suffer? In whose book is it written that we should suffer and endure such inhumane conditions, neglect and poor services ? <br />
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The reality of the situation, from the few gatherings I attended so far and my observation, is that the middle class no longer exists and what is now dominant is the lower classes who dictate the future of the country and the new social norms. This is of course going to be a disaster in my view as someone who values education and rational thinking than believing in nonsense and brain washing the masses for personal gain. The generation of new youths today whom I observed seems to be more stressed than I feel in these past few days. I feel sorry for this generation who became men and women in a society that expects too much of them and pressures them in every way. A man is pressured to provide and make no mistakes as far as the family is concerned, whilst the woman is brainwashed to be almost enslaved by these family norms into a role that leaves no room for her to shine in any way or even for her to feel her own existence. She is entirely responsible for the children and for driving the family forward although the man, who presumably is the driver (as far as people are concerned) takes a back seat and only criticise and make remarks. It is daunting for me to think that one day I was about to make the same mistake of falling into this role. Or even to think that anyone, even if my mother, could have influenced me enough to see myself in such a role or living with such a person. Life to me has always been built on an equal partnership in every way.<br />
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Anyway, this is my first rant of the trip and possibly more will follow soon... SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-13938907627829863132014-06-25T16:40:00.001-07:002015-02-12T07:26:38.510-08:00Katy Perry - Dark Horse (Official) ft. Juicy J<br />
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If you are a fan of Katy Perry, you would have seen this video by now or tried downloading the song only to be shocked by the video. Not sure exactly if as an Egyptian woman living in the West, I should consider this to be a comical video or a misrepresentation of the Pharaohs. The researcher who helped in putting together this video is certainly one who researched "alien" Pharaoh . The avatar looking Pharaohs are a clear indication of the researchers' ignorance and perhaps the producers' attempt to put "everything" in one video, from flying people, to a cute puppy to an Avatar, to some weird looking Pharaohs in the most ridiculous florescent costume.<br />
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I could have taken this video seriously and Katy Perry would have done a great job if only she had given this video more thought. "Make me your Aphrodite" well erm...someone should have told her that Aphrodite is not Egyptian- did she mean Cleopatra ? (Don't even start me on that too) The macroons though might have been from Pharaoh times hahaha no kidding. The impressive decor and props could have really been great, especially her amazing costumes, if it was not for the silly misrepresentations.<br />
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Miss Perry, please reconsider this video, take it from an Egyptian! (impressive pole dancing splits though sadly there are no record of pole dancing nor flying people at that time in history- erm or is there? LOOOL)<br />
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<br />SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-30983779607033702212014-05-08T05:55:00.001-07:002014-05-08T05:55:10.883-07:00Arfon Rhys: A Teacher who will be very much missed<div style="text-align: justify;">
Arfon Rhys was my teacher...</div>
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He taught me in class and outside of class. Teaching and learning to him was a second nature. He taught me that life is full of good and not so good opportunities. What counts is the person and how he/she deals with what life offers. In class, Arfon was always eager to hear what I have to say. He'd listen attentively and after I finished he would smile. There was never a moment in his class where I found myself thinking of something other than what he was saying and what we were doing. This is how a teacher should be and this is what I inspire to be like...absorbing, admired and most of all, loved by all my students and all the staff.</div>
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It saddened me to receive a letter over Easter break from his partner informing me that he is no longer with us and that a meeting will be held at Canolfan Bro Llanwnda on Saturday May 3rd at 2:30. I made the journey from Liverpool to North Wales that day with a heavy heart not knowing what I will say or do. I did not know that Arfon was a Quaker (known as a religious society of Friends) who worship in silence and in search of the Divine. We never spoke about religion. It was to us I guess more of a label than the essence of faith. We shared a philosophical interest in literature, cultures and art. We would have great discussions and I was eager to share Arfon with the world that I wished I could take him with me to live in Liverpool. But of course, a patriotic he is, the love of Wales would not allow him to move to England. This is a recent article I found in the daily post of Arfon: </div>
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I did not know about this till someone mentioned it in the meeting I attended whilst sharing some experiences about knowing Arfon.</div>
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I thought to myself if I did not stand up and say something, I will not be able to let go. The memory is too dear for me to talk about but I had to do it. Here is what I had to say:</div>
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"I always considered Arfon to be like a master and I am disciple. I often joked to him and said that I will follow him like Plato followed Socrates in Ancient Greek times. This is how they used to learn. I would have been privileged and happy to do so. He would humbly smile. Last time I met with Arfon in <a href="http://www.dailypost.co.uk/all-about/caernarfon">Caernarfon</a> he told me that we often think that when we grow old we will become wiser. It is not true. The body grows old, but the heart stays young. To me, his words were always full of wisdom and in me, these words will always live on."</div>
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God bless your soul and may you rest in peace, my dear friend.</div>
<br />SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-54725748862025819622014-04-24T08:38:00.001-07:002014-04-24T08:38:49.430-07:00A Rising star Anna McLuckie- Cover song "Get Lucky" Studio Version<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/O6yITGBAUO8" width="480"></iframe> <br /><br />
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<b>A Rising star Anna McLuckie- Cover song "Get Lucky" Studio Version</b><br /><br />
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A great song by a fantastic rising artist :) worth going to see if you have a chance!SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-56804216214685418752014-03-27T03:42:00.001-07:002014-03-27T03:45:10.486-07:00كاشمجي / Disalata - Scoop Empire: Happy Egypt<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/xUJ-jZVBsFw" width="480"></iframe><br />
True optimism from the new generation of Egyptians today. Lovely video, production and effort!<br />
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<b>Here is my attempt to translate it (from Arabic to English) </b><br />
<b>Name of the Song: KASHMAGI :)</b><br />
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There are lots of miserable people all around us<br />
I listened to them without any thinking<br />
I decided within myself that there is a need for change....<br />
Life is already burdened so I'll just ignore them and fly<br />
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Chorus: Why be Kashmagy*?<br />
I don't care! I will live and no matter what I will challenge the whole world<br />
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Chorus: Why be Kashmagy*?<br />
Darker days, forget about them. The lighter shades will soon come<br />
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Chorus: <i>They </i>want me to be Kashmagy*?<br />
Why be a customer or a lemon juice (This is just for rhythmming purposes and not meaningful, but hey! lol) and lose from my life a second?<br />
Ignore what has passed and all the nonsense<br />
There is a thousand more opportunities<br />
I want people to see me to wonder why am I smiling<br />
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I see everything in a hundred ways<br />
God bless the Egyptian people<br />
No matter how burdened, was never bothered by the burdens and always smiling<br />
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Chorus: Why be Kashmagy*?<br />
I don't care! I will live and no matter what I will challenge the whole world<br />
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Chorus: Why be Kashmagy*?</div>
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Darker days, forget about them. The lighter shades will soon come<br />
Chorus: They want me to be Kashmagy*?<br />
Why be a customer or a lemon juice (This is just for rhythmming purposes and not meaningful, but hey! lol) and lose from my life a second?<br />
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Ignore what has passed and all the nonsense<br />
There is a thousand more opportunities<br />
Kashmagy*-- Kashmagy*---Kashmagy*--- Kashmagy*<br />
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Stretch widely your face and let your smile show<br />
You will not lose anything<br />
Happiness has its place within you<br />
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Stretch widely your face and let your smile show<br />
You will not lose anything<br />
Happiness has its place within you</div>
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Chorus: Why be Kashmagy*?<br />
I don't care! I will live and no matter what I will challenge the whole world<br />
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Chorus: Why be Kashmagy*?</div>
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Darker days, forget about them. The lighter shades will soon come<br />
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Chorus: They want me to be Kashmagy*?</div>
Why will I be a customer or a lemon juice (This is just for rhythmming purposes and not meaningful, but hey! lol) and lose from my life a second?<br />
Ignore what has passed and all the nonsense<br />
There is a thousand more opportunities<br />
Why be Kashmagy?<br />
I don't care! I will live and no matter what I will challenge the whole world<br />
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Chorus: Why be Kashmagy*?</div>
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Darker days, forget about them. The lighter shades will soon come<br />
Chorus: They want me to be Kashmagy*?<br />
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Twice Chorus:<br />
Stretch widely your face and let your smile show<br />
You will not lose anything<br />
Happiness has its place within you<br />
Kashmagy*-- Kashmagy*---Kashmagy*--- Kashmagy*---Kashmagy*-- Kashmagy*---Kashmagy*--- Kashmagy*<br />
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My assumption is Kashmagy* is the new "Pessimistic" hahahahaha :) something obviously Egyptians do not believe in.</div>
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Well, no one really asks the "subject", the person, what he/she really wants. Do "I" Shereen want to live again? Frankly, no. One shot in life is more than enough to mess it up or succeed. Well really, whatever we do in life is "temporal", nothing lasts since life IS changing and the show must go on. When one messes up or succeeds, there is always a time when things will either get better or get worse for those who succeed. It is like a wheel of fortune, circular, one day is yours, one day is against you. Nothing is for certain and nothing lasts for long.<br />
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The principle then of living a life that has no end, no finite point, is scary to me. I would rather believe that when death comes, life will stop and nothing will carry on than know that there <i>is </i>still another "after life" or another form of existence where I have a duty towards or a role to play. Or do I?!<br />
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My belief is this: I live a life that will eventually at some point in time come to an end. If I do find that there is life after death, or wait in vain in my grave for a judgement day for an opportunity to reunite with those loved ones (at least that is what I was told as a child), maybe then and only then- if I go to heaven or hell, I will have no way of communicating this back to anyone. We are all passengers on the same train or boat of mystery. The destination is unknown for us all, even to those who claim they know, they fail. So please please please, let us just live and stop worrying about the "other" life. Is it that we are so unsatisfied with what we got that we <i>seek </i>another? Is it that we wish for a "better" world? An "after life" where all our wishes are fulfilled or where we are at "peace". We come out of one complex question with many more complex questions that we will be unable to answer or shed light on. Maybe then too, in the after life, in some form, we wouldn't be satisfied.... It seems that the worry for many people I guess is the fear that there IS nothing.<br />
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I say, "even if there is nothing, at least you gave THIS life your best shot! Stop worrying and instead, LIVE!" SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14271801558505805027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1573936843867680286.post-24487036877726685742014-02-27T05:18:00.001-08:002014-02-27T05:23:35.438-08:00No matter what, you have to applaud Egypt's talents<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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ENVISION SERIES presents SHARMOOFERS/Khamsa Santy (*translations: "5 Centimetres")<br />
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One of the funniest songs by a new Egyptian creative group which is a humorous way of putting forward all the things that face a young Egyptian on a daily basis in today's society. The song begins by the guy in his bed waking up to find that there has been no water for possible two hours. He gets himself ready to leave the house only to be met by a pool of water because the building security man was cleaning the entrance. (Note: the word "Bawab": is a traditional old fashioned man, usually from rural areas of Egypt who is guarding the building and has with him his wife and a number of kids). The guy's trousers is wet from the cleaning process that is exaggerated. He walks to his car only to find that the couple has been sitting on it, smitten in love, has engraved "I love you Samar so much" on his bonnet with a nail! The chorus music continues as we are shown the busy streets of Cairo and how old and new cars are side by side with lorries and carriers dragged by a donkey. A perfect scene which also highlights the chaotic driving techniques that lead to cars being scratched or even hit badly. In a quick tale we are told that the carrier with the donkey fell over the cliff and people were shouting and a lot of disruption hindering him from continuing on his route to work. And in the midst of all this chaotic moments, the unbearable heat is affecting him and when he opens the car window he's met by a lot of dust. In a funny moment, the three guys shows their trousers full of mud and wet to the extent that they decided to cut them into shorts to escape the heat and looking untidy. The finale scene shows everyone in a small area of the streets of Cairo dancing regardless of the problems that arise during their day and still looking pretty much cheerful.<br />
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