I saw a man walking with his woman today, both looked young and happy to me despite the gray hair.
For a moment I thought, perhaps I would not mind gray hair if I am in their place..
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- 15.05.2010 – 18:16
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Sitting under my window as dawn is breaking, I hear the call for prayers wafting from the nearby mosque upon a summer breeze..
This may be one of the profound moments I miss, where ever I go.
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- 15.05.2010 – 01:55
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عرفتُ الوجه الآخر للحدود وأنا أقف على بُعدِ خطواتٍ من بوابات المطار.. بيدٍ أحملُ حقيبة وباليد الأخرى أمسكُ بجواز سفرٍ يمنعنى من لقاء من أودُ لقائهم..
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To me, homesickness is linked to “Can love really take us over?” (Arabic: هو صحيح الهوا غلاب) by Om Kalthom. It reminds me with human beings at their weakest nature – going after something – anything- not just love as in the context of the song-, but despite regretting and out of weakness, they still wish for more of what they may have loved and yet tortured them..
I am currently listening to the song while thinking about what makes a home, home to a person.. and when do we wish to leave a lovable place or lovable people..
~ أم كلثوم
بيرم التونسى
زكريا أحمد
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جاني الهوى من غير مواعيد وكل مادا حلاوته تزيد
ما أحسبش يوم ح ياخذني بعيد
يمني قلبي بالأفراح.. وارجع وقلبي كله جراح
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وبدال ما اقول حرمت خلاص.. أقول يارب زدني كمان
إزاي يا تري ؟ أهو ده اللي جرى! وانا ما عرفش
Love came to me suddenly, and as time went by it felt merrier
Yet I never thought one day it will take me far away,
Promising my heart with lots of joy, but every time I end with a new hurt.
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And instead of saying enough – I am sick of it, I ask God to send me more..
How did that happen?.. I don’t know.
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- 11.05.2010 – 00:55
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I am here – the other side of the planet. In a country which speaks a language I have no idea about. With people I have nothing really in common except belonging to the same human kind. I am breathing, eating, walking.. shortly living. Not sure if I am enjoying or not, not really sure of my feelings at the moment. But sure I am experiencing a new adventure, that will take me a while to get into, and even longer time to comprehend the effect it will have on me in the future.
More interesting stories about the experience later..
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- 07.05.2010 – 15:47
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“So we’re 25 right?” she said. “Five years left, and five more to come, then baam we’re 30.”
“Yeah right.” I said. “I wish I would know what will happen in the future. Should I pack and leave? or is it a bright future to come, and I should wait?”
“Both ways we’re staying hun!” She said with a smile as big as the crescent on her face.
“Hmm.. we are not sure yet.” I replied hesitantly while dark thoughts fighting in my head.
“Oh no no some optimism.. Inshallah kheer!” she confirmed.
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- 17.04.2010 – 16:59
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يقولون أن أصعب مافى الحوار بدؤه، لكن تجربتى تُأكد عكس ذلك. فأصعب ما فى الحوار إكماله دون أن أصاب بمللٍ طاحن أو صداعٍ مرير. أصعب ما فى الحوار، أى حوار، أن يكون ذا مغزى فى مكانٍ اضجر بعشوائيته و زمانٍ هَرِمَ بأنينه..
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- 03.04.2010 – 16:21
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