two fifty three am. friday the thirteenth. it's raining outside...i heard thunder a few minutes ago. sitting in my yellow arm chair. sippin on a gin and tonic (tonic? tonic.) and ashing my cigarette every once in a while in the lone brown custard dish i found in the kitchen when i moved in and decided to use as an ash tray. i think i might take it ( Read more... )

 منظر صغير جدا:

بواب- شنطتك حلوة قوي

بنت- شكرا، كان هدية من ممتي عشان عيد ميلادي كان امبارح

بواب- حلوة قوي

بنت- عيد ميلادك امتا؟

بواب- كان زمان، حبيبتي

بنت- و عيد ميلادك اللي جيه؟

بواب- اتولدت مرة بس

a refferendum is being held today for proposed amendments to the egyptian constitution. there are thirty four (i think) in total...among wich are articles that would do away with term limits and give the president power to over-rule parlaiment whenever he wants...he's been in office since 1981. there are others which would give police more power to ( Read more... )

a little past noon. sitting in front of the computer, hair wet from the shower (i just conditioned it)...call to prayer just ended and i'm using a dainty tea saucer as an ash tray. sand storm season...the wind was whirling everything about yesterday, gray brown sky and off and on rain. i was so enchanted by it that left my windows wide open while ( Read more... )

my frist ever poem in arabic:

بالرغم من أن دمي شكله مختلف عن دمك
تحت المنظار -- بالنسبة للعلماء
--هو دم
شمسي شمسك: أشعتها تأثر
على عيوننا بالطريقة نفسها، وعندما
فتحنا في الصباح
(العيون) أرى وجهك، و تبحث عن
الشمس في بذاتها من عيوني

feels nice.

this afternoon i went to the top of falaky with sara. we sat with our feet dangling over the edge...staring towards the sunset over tahrir and the nile...downtown and outwards. reem came out of nowhere...we all sat and wrote. the billions of cubic meters or whatever they are of pollution expelled into the air every day make for beautiful sunsets. ( ( Read more... )

writing after a more-than-year-long absense. a year ago i had no idea where i'd be a year from then...here i am. sitting in my apartment on an island in the middle of the nile...dirty dirty room...sounds of traffic and my doorman calling out to somebody on the street drifting in through my window...along with sunlight and cold air. i have class in ( Read more... )

my afternoon was spent lost on a rented bike in the dutch countryside after having consumed a noontime breakfast of chocolate pancakes with a side of french fries.

i saw a fucking windmill.

while finding my way back into amsterdam i looked into the tiny houses with tiny cars in the driveways and tiny children in tiny shoes and coats i realized ( Read more... )

amsterdam is no place to be alone in. (so far)

edit: never mind.

yay for being attacked and robbed underneath the eiffel tower after being kicked out of a lame ass party five minutes after midnight by a disgruntled transvestite ( Read more... )