Have u heard about this one??
It has been a LONG time since I last saw that movie, so you can imagine how thrilled I was to see it on TV today. I remember when I first saw this movie, it was in the old Rack video store in Maadi, I was coming from school, very bored. The guy suggested it, I was a bit reluctant as there were no famous names (except for Jennifer Aniston). When I played it, I found the first part black and white! I thought that there was something wrong with the tape or the TV settings, but thought about continuing anyway, only to find that the girl was seeing the world in black and white untill she met her dream guy !! How sweet!!
Anyway, the two of them love to play with words, so expect tons of quotes AND interesting phrases too, something like:
“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life and love shouldn’t be one of them.” ~ Frankie
Frankie: I am going to circumnavigate his soul until he is surrounded on all sides by my love.
Frankie: I don’t want to be 60 years old some day and seemingly happily married to some man that I know is my second choice.
Akhiran there are songs to hear other than the melody and mazzika folks ! My friend brought me some songs of Lena Chamamyan. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL VOICE!!!!!
I tried to look for the lyrics, and here is what I found:
lamma bada yattasana is an old poem. I don’t know when it was written, but it was in Andalus that’s for sure.
جادك الغيث إذا الغيث هما يا زمان الوصل في الأندلس
لم يكن وصلك إلا حلما في الكرى أو خلسة المختلس
لما بدا يتثنى قضى الصبا و الدلال حبي جمال فتنا أفديه هل من وصال
أومى بلحظ أسرنا بالروض بين التلال غصن سبا حينما غنى هواه و مال
وعدي و يا حيرتي ما لي رحيم شكوتي بالحب من لوعتي إلا مليك الجمال Al Rozana is also another traditional song but from Syria.
عالروزانا عالروزانا كلّ الهنا فيها
شو عملت الروزانا الله يجازيها
يا رايحين عا حَلَب حبّي معاكن راح
يا محمّلين العنب تحت العنب تفّاح
كِلمن حبيبو معو وانا حبيبي راح
…… hunting for more and more and more
الصراع على إستعادة البهجة في عصر مخيف
Yesterday I attended the most outstanding book discussion. It was “Noun” by Sahar El Mogy, and it was held in el Kotob Khan. Needless to say, I love the environment there, it really feels like home now. And Sahar (Dr. Sahar) is a very sweet person, and has a nice bag, and I appreciate women who get catchy bags.
We read parts of her book, discussed some of the issues, there were lots of questions and answers. I know understood parts of the novel that I didn’t really get before.
It was funny that there were 14 women and 3 men attending the session. Doesn’t this send signal to our society’s attitude about feminist writers? (Even though feminism per se is not an issue in the novel as it talks about the views of 3 women and a guy).
Here are parts I really liked in the novel:
وددت لو أخبرته أن الحياة تختار مساراتها و كثيرا ما تكتشفون لاحقا أنها كانت أكثر حكمة منكم رغم أنكم وقت الألم تخبطون أقدامكم كأطفال مدللين. نبكون حتى تتحجر الدموع في أعينكم و تصرخون فتخز صرخاتكم قلوب الآلهة.
“I wanted to tell him that life chooses its paths, and many times you discover later on that it was wiser than you, despite that you -in times of pain- kicked like little children and cried till the tears dried off your eyes.
اشتعل صوت سارة بلهيب الغضب “أيوه كنت عايزة أصدق إنه مش ممكن يكون ماشي خلاص و بالبساطة دي و …. ليه!” خبت النيران فجأة فهبطت سارة سريعا إلى منطقة دفء. ارتجف صوتها ببحة دموع تتأهب للمجئ “كان لسه عندنا حاجات كتير نعملها مع بعض. أفلام هنشوفها و كتب نقراها و صناديق قديمة لينا قلنا هنفتحها و نشوف عقدنا و مشاكلنا و نبقى مع بعض و إحنا بنحلها. كانت لسه دنيتنا واسعة”
Sara’s voice was enraged: “Yes I wanted to believe that he is not leaving this easily and without a reason!” Then her voice was shaking with the tears to come “we had lots of things to do together. Movies to watch, books to read, old boxes we said that we’ll open and be together in solving its problems. Our world was still vast!”
و ارتفع صوتها في نبرة حادة سريعة مقلدة سميحة “أصلك ما تعرفيش تبقي زي البنات العادية”. و ضحكت سارة و دنيا تستكمل “مش فاهمة إيه المتعة إني أبقى زي البنات العادية!”
And she said in a high quick voice mimicking Samiha “Cause you don’t know how to be like normal girls”. Sara laughed and Donia continued “I don’t understand what is the fun in being like the normal girls!”
انطقي الألم يا ابنتي. لا تنكريه. لا تدفعيه بعيدا. اصرخي بعلو صوتك. إبك. أقيمي له جنازة مهيبة لو أحببت. ارثي قلبك المذبوح و طهريه بآخر قطرة دموع بإمكانك أن تسكبيها عليه. فترة الحداد. لا تضعي لها ميقاتا. دعيها تنهي نفسها. ستهاجمك الأسئلة. أفسحي لها مطرحا. ربما تفهمين بعض أشياء بينما تعصاك أشياء لأخرى. سيتراجع الوجع رويدا. و في لحظة مفاجئة سيعود شبحه مع ذكرى مكان ذهبتما إليه معا. شاطئ ذهب أو قلعة صلاح الدين و الموسيقى تعزف في ساحتها أو أغنية فيروزية أو ربما لا شئ محدد. دعي سارة تذكرك أن “زهور الحب حمرا يا دنيا لإن دمنا بيجري في عروقها”.
Declare your pain, daughter. Don’t ignore it. Don’t push it away. Yell at the top of your voice. Cry. Make a prestigious funeral for it if you like. Wash out your wounded heart with all the tears you can weep. Don’t put a deadline for mourning. Give it its time. Questions will attack you. Give it space. You may succeed in understanding things, while you’ll fail in understanding others. The pain will be reduced bit by bit. And all of a sudden his ghost will come back with the memory of a place you visited together. The beach at Dahab, Salahdin Citadel and the music playing in its courtyard or a song by Fairouz or maybe nothing in particular. Let Sara remind you that “the flowers of love are red because our blood run in its veins”.
These are just parts I liked from the book Excuse the bad english translation. . For more advices from Hathor, go get the book! 🙂
Yesterday I had a nice dream 🙂
I dreamt that I was flying all over Cairo.
There was a traffic jam but I had no problem at all with it. I flew above the cars over 6th October bridge, I think that I went from Giza to Heliopolis in 3 minutes or something! People were gazing at me wondering how I made it. But I didn’t want to go down and talk to them. I signalled to them that it was easy, that they can do it, I even waited for a moment for them to come up.
I was happy.
The first push was a little bit scary, my heart was pumping really hard, but then it felt great. I felt the wind playing with my hair. I flew up and down. I did everything I can imagine of doing up there in the skies. I flew with a full speed, I bet that no plane could have caught me!
Yaaaaaah ! It was amazing!
I remember sitting there on my bed the moment I woke up, not wanting to get up, just wanting to go back and continue the dream 🙂
Few weeks ago I attended a workshop (a cooperation between the Spanish embassy and the AUC), led by a spanish photographer. I was so excited about this workshop as it was my first time to attend something like that. The photographer’s style is VERY different than mine, but I liked his ideas.
The main concept of the workshop was to look at “the city” from a different perspective. To look at stuff that other people may find ugly with a perspective showing beauty. So we were mainly interested in rural buildings made of bricks, we went on el mounib and shot some pictures.
I felt that these houses were very similar to kids’ toys 🙂 That’s why I made the above photo 🙂
I love Egypt. But when I identify where I live, I don’t feel that I am living in Egypt. No,, I am living in Cairo. Some say Egypt when they mean Cairo, but this is wrong. Also the extreme centralization is wrong. I know that life in Egypt was, is and will be always by the nile. This is how things are. But when Egypt = Cairo, then there is definitely wrong.
For example, among all the friends I have, I know only one who lives in Alexandria. And when I hear that someone lives in any city I feel kinda sorry for him. It’s weird for example that the number of cinemas outside Cairo and Alexandria might not exceed 10 (and I am very skeptical they would exceed even 5!), and I rarely hear about major “interesting” events held outside Cairo and Alexandria! Why? Can this be amended??!
I just wanted to say that Cairo overwhelms me. There are simply too much action going on here. I feel like I need to have at least 48 hours in my day to work and 10 days in my week to see friends, see the family, pray, attend events, study, read, play sports, enjoy my hobbies, and after all this take some time to relax and just do nothing.
I don’t know whether this is a syndrome of all capital cities, or is it a problem of time management, or if it is a simple want-to-do-it-all phase…