uno, dos, tres

Porque estoy estudiando el espanol en el instituto Cervantes, voy a escribir un poco aqui en espanol, pero yo no se como se escribe los accentos :( . No pasa nada, lo mas importane es practicar la lengua.

He empazado a escuchar mas canciones en espanol, me gusta mucho Gloria Estefan. Una de sus canciones es “Mi Tierra”:

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Oigo ese grito de los tambores
y los timbales al cumbanchar
y ese pregón que canta un hermano
que de su tierra vive lejano
y que el recuerdo le hace llorar
una canción que vive entonando
de su dolor de su propio llanto
y se le escucha penar

Coro:
La tierra te duele
La tierra te da
en medio del alma, cuando tú no estás.
la tierra te empuja de raíz y cal
la tierra suspira si no te ve más.

(pregón) La tierra donde nacistes no
la puedes olvidar,
porque tiene tus raices y lo que dejas atrás

Coro
Siguen los pregones, la melancolía
y cada noche junto a la luna
sigue el guajiro entonando el son
y cada calle que va a mi pueblo
tiene un quejido, tiene un lamento,
tiene nostalgia como su voz.
Y esa canción que sigue entonando,
corre en la sangre y sigue llegando,
con más fuerza al corazón.

Corro
tiene un quejido…¡mi tierra!
tiene un lamento… ¡mi tierra!
nunca la olvido… ¡mi tierra!
la llevo en mi sentimiento, ¡si señor!
oigo ese grito…mi tierra
vive el recuerdo…mi tierra
corre en mi sangre…mi tierra
la llevo por dentro ¡como no!
canto de mi tierra bella y santa,
sufro ese dolor que hay en su alma,
aunque estoy lejos yo la siento
y un día regreso yo lo sé.

Favorite Restaurants

1- Cantina La Redo: It’s in City Stars, the cinemas floor. I was not very excited about trying a restaurant in the noisy City Stars, but when I did try it, I simply loved it. You have to try the Guacamole salad.

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2- Mermaid: at St# 9 in Maadi. A cosy place. small memue. Delicious food. Nice service

3- Luccille’s: bardo at st# 9 in Maadi. Very American food. Everyone agreed that it has the BEST breakfast in town. If you went on weekends or late evenings, expect to wait for 10-20 min before finding a table.

4- Peking: the one at Nassr St in Maadi. I didn’t like the other branches of Peking are not that good, but this one is EXCELLENT. very reasonable prices. very tasty food. nice ambiance.

5- Nile Lili: it’s a bit far. I think the area is called “Manial Shiha”, it’s on the st of the El Bahr el A3zam on the other side of the monibe. They have yaghts for rent…

strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring

For a time I decided to reduce the time spent online. I limited my daily mail checkings, started living life without looking at stuff as a blogging material. The good side of it is I was able to spend more time with my family and friends, and with my fiance of course, the downside is that a distance grew between me and my cyber space. I hardly reply to comments :( I don’t post regularly. I started using the delayed posting in order to write more than a post and leave it to be published over a week… etc

I miss blogging because I kept track of the thing that interested me. Now I don’t do this.

I hope that I will be able to find a balance between my social circles, my families circles, my work requirements, and my own space. Wish me luck :)

Mr. Magorium Wonder Emporium

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This is a cute movie :) I liked it.

It’s about a magical toy story and what happens when the owner (Dustin Hoffman) decides to leave and give it to the manager (Natalie Portman).
I loved all the toys. I liked the acting.

One of the things that was also cute is the way of writing the titles at the end. Something like “the people in the movie”, “those who made the people look good”, “those who created unreal things” … 7aga zai keda :)

When they wanted to put a song called “don’t be shy”, this is what they wrote: written by Yusuf Islam, performed by Cat Stevens. ehhhh, why didn’t they write the opposite? :) at the end Yusuf Islam IS Cat Stevens, walla eih :)

At Five in the Afternoon

Lately I watched some movies, but unfortunately I didn’t have time to check out reviews or write my opinions about them. I will try to catch up :)

At five in the afternoon.
Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon!
It was five by all the clocks!
It was five in the shade of the afternoon!

Federico García Lorca

“At Five in the Afternoon” is a 2003 film by Iranian writer-director Samira Makhmalbaf. She took the name from the Spanish poem (above) which is recited more than once throughout the movie.

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What’s interesting about this movie?

  1. It tells the story of an ambitious young woman trying to gain an education in Afghanistan after the defeat of the Taliban.
  2. Samira (the director) is 28 years old
  3. She shot the movie in Kabul when she was 23 years.
  4. It was the first film to be shot in Kabul after the NATO invasion.
  5. The film premiered at Cannes in 2003 and was awarded the Jury Prize.

Is it a good movie? mmmm I can’t say so, but it is definitely watchable. Samira is definitely a good director. Don’t watch it with the attitude of seeking entertainment though. It’s a bit slow and pessimistic.

At five in the afternoon.
It was exactly five in the afternoon.
A boy brought the white sheet
at five in the afternoon.
A frail of lime ready prepared
at five in the afternoon.
The rest was death, and death alone.

Engaged!

Even though being in a relationship was one of the things I wasn’t expecting to happen lately, especially because I needed some time to settle down in my new career and to arrange my thoughts and look at my campus, I think that from my side and from his as well, this was the most appropriate moment for lightening to strike. After few months of going out, we decided to wear the rings in a small family gathering.

Elhamdlelah, everything is going smoothly. I hope that we will continue to provide each other comfort and happiness. (And him to provide me also with endless movies and books ;) )

Elhamdlelah. I am happy.

Surtout pas trop de zèle

ba`ali ketir awy magebtesh quote :) Here is a nice one:

“Surtout pas trop de zèle.”: (”Above all, no excessive enthusiasm.”) - Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord (a French diplomat who lived in the 18th century)

He is the one with other famous quotes:

“Regimes may fall and fail, but I do not.”
“I am more afraid of an army of one hundred sheep led by a lion than an army of one hundred lions led by a sheep.”
“Tout ce qui est exageré est insignifiant.”: (”All that is exaggerated is insignificant.”)

Knowledge

The transfer of knowledge is a tricky business.
When I thought about it, I acquire knowledge by either talking and listening to people, watching movies, reading fiction and non-fiction. When I tried to analyze these things, I found that ALL of them are not reliable at all.
People generally talk about their opinion without knowing the different aspects of the issue, the author of fiction by definition has the right to change whatever he wants even if in some parts of his work it was very real, and then most of the non-fiction are not objective (take historians as an example).
This thought was a bit scary for me as now I have to re-consider all the things that affected me and contributed in building my ‘knowledge’, starting from Tintin, Disney movies to sophisticated books, and from now on I have to know about the writer beforehand, then try to evaluate the content and be aware of the little things that may affect his credibility.
I know that this is something that some do unconsciously, but for me the red light is triggered in major unbeleivable information, while in subtle possibly-incorrect-info it just takes it for granted. THIS NEEDS TO BE CHANGED.

I Am Legend

Oh My God!

This is THE scary movie. Perhaps for others it is not a scary movie at all, but for me I wasn’t able to keep my eyes open in some scenes, I had to put my hands on my ears so I don’t hear anything.

I always feared something like this.Everything is normal and all. Being alone in a city and all. But the idea of those “things” coming out at night, it’s just horrible.

And the wordt thing is that we know that this is not purely science fiction, this is something that can really happen. Rabena yostor…

Circassians of Egypt

Yesterday I received some interesting stuff about Circassians in Egypt:

The Circassians in Egypt are different than those who later went to Jordan, specifically because of the fact that there has been a Circassian presence in Egypt since 1382, and also for the fact that the Circassians in Egypt are so much a part of a continuous Egyptian history for so long that they became assimilated into Egyptian society much more readily. Especially as they mostly served in such high military and political positions. Their influence on Egypt is such that they are part of the evolution of modern Egypt, and are so much a part of this country that they are synonymous with the analogy of the Normans in England.
Subsequent to the Norman conquest of Saxon Britain in 1066, the Normans dominated the military/political classes until quite recently, the British military officer class, for example, was overwhelmingly of Norman descent until WWI.
The Circassians in Jordan came much later and their connection is also much more recent to the geographical land mass of what is today called Jordan. Their presence there is as a result of the construction of the hijaz (pilgrim route from Diyarbekr to Medina) railway in the 1870’s. The refugees from the end of the Caucasian wars were settled every 30 km in villages along the route of the railway, in order to defend the railway from marauding Arab tribesmen. Which is why there are such large Circassian communities in Syria and in Jordan today.

It puzzles me that Circassians living in Egypt lost all contact with their homeland, forgot their language and their traditions, while those living in Jordan still remember these things, even though Circassians have a long history in Egypt (ok, with some good and some bad, really bad, memories). But still why did Egyptian-Circassians forget about all of their past? Where they that assimilated into the Egyptian society that they forgot everything.

I won’t talk about the Circassian Mamluks periods. It is a very long history, and it makes sense that the Bahareya Mamluks would mingle easier than their precedents because they lived in El Roda and not in the Citadel , and because they were born and raised in Egypt, not bought as young slaves from Caucasia, and because the relation between them and their masters differed by time. I can imagine this. What I can’t imagine is those of the relatively modern era. Those who fled the Russian massacres and came to Egypt. There are lots of ambiguity.

For example, Mohamed Aly killed ALL OF THE CIRCASSIAN LEADERS IN ONE NIGHT (except for one who jumped with his horse over the walls, or so they say), if he feared them to that extent, why would he accept new immigrants and not kill them at the gates of the city? I know that the Citadel massacre was targeting imposing his political will on the various factions that were going to threaten his throne, it was evident that most likely the Circassian would miss their old days before the Othman rule and may re-start their bloody contest of power. But why would he still trust Circassians again and use them in the army and the state? The circassians at that time enjoyed a good position in the society, perhaps better than the Egyptians themselves (!!!) (Walahi the Egyptians are either stupid or powerless, they were treated as second citizens in their own country in comparison to some newcomers, and they were ruled by an Albanian who considered their land as his personal belonging! But that’s another story)

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