Wednesday, April 26, 2006

A Motel's Memorandum

On that road that connects the desert to the sea, there is an infamous motel... You rarely find cars parking there, however, there have to be some residents having a rest in that big old wooden motel in order to have energy to resume their long long rides. I am on the road walking and I see the motel that I knew it was there although no one talks about it. Being very tired, I decide to get in the motel and have some rest... As I come in, I find an old strong tall white-bearded man who smiles at me and says:
"Hello, welcome to the motel"
"Thanks, I want a single room for tonight" I reply as I smile back...
"Single room? No one with you on the road?" he replies back quickly raising his eyebrow with the same smile on his face.
"Yeah, I am alone, no one with me...!" I answer back slowly...
He smiles, nodes his head and says: "They all say this... Here is the key to your room!"
"Thanks!" I reply with a plain face. I take my small backpack and go up to the room... But before I move he adds:
"By the way, you can sit in the motel's garden and read the motel's memorandum... I hope you add to the memo yourself, all my residents do the same... You can also read what other residents wrote..." The same welcoming smile on his face... "Enjoy your time!" he adds.

I decide not to go up to the room and just go the garden... I don't know why... I just feel I wanna go sit in the garden! In the garden I find only one big empty chair, a round table and a red old book on it. As I sit down, I know how comfortable that seat is, so I stretch my leg on the table and grab the book.... As I open the book I find only one piece of writing.... I kick out any funny thoughts as I start reading:
"Umm... I don't know what to say... My pen is shaking in my hand and my thoughts are getting mixed up! Well, five minutes have passed before I start writing this sentence.... I have a story that you might enjoy... It is my story...

Well, two years ago, I saw a girl on the bank of a river moment before the sunrise... She was standing with eyes looking hesitantly everywhere... She looked so beautiful, but lost; she was like a beauty that lost the way. I approach her, and talk to her... She was so welcoming.... We were talking as if we knew each other ages ago... Every word she uttered hit my heart that was beating like a freak... All about her captured my mind, her voice, her smiles, her words, her eyes and even her lost hesitant looks... We spent hours talking, on the bank of the river... Hours that passed like two months... I feel I knew her ages before, I look at her eyes and know what she is thinking and what she is going to say... And my heart beats more and more as she talks... For a while I wonder what's wrong with me! But as I look into her eyes and feel that relief and admiration taking over me, I know what the answer is... I am in love!!!

You might think I am a maniac, or a fellow that falls in love with every woman he meets but this is not true. I know how you feel, but I am really in love with her, deep to the core... Therefore I decide to tell her what I feel... And I do.... She looks shy, then smiles and nodes her head like a "yes"... Happiness takes me over... I wanna jump, cry and fly... I wanna shout and tell the world how happy I am... Yet, something stops me, a feeling inside me tells me something is going to be wrong... I try to ignore that feeling, but I can't... We talk more and more, and one hour passes... She says:
"We have spent five hours here" With her eyes smiling at me
"Oh yeah, and still we got more time to go till the sunset" I answer back!
She looks at her watch and says "I have to leave"
"What? Why? We can leave together if you want..." I shout back in shock, my mind is trying to overcome the nightmare.
"I gotta leave alone... I am told to leave... We can't continue together" With a very cold face...
"I am here for you" I answer back in bitterness
"Don't wait for me" She replies...
"Were you laughing at me?" Anger starts to take over
"No, I swear no... It's just I gotta leave, they told me to leave" She replies!

I didn't say a word, she turns and walks away... Oh... Yeah there five hours... Only five hours.... I look back at the river... It is the sunset, just five hours after the sunrise!

I walk away and leave the place, but every now and then I go check if she was there... I still have hope I might meet her once more... I have not lost any hope in being with her.... Again!

Adam Gordon
April 1906
The Motel"

A tear falls down my cheek... I turn the page and all I find are names, names, different names with different dates.

"They all preferred to sign their name on this story, they said it is pretty similar to theirs" The old man whispers from behind. He moves and comes in front me and says "Didn't I tell you they all say they are alone at first!" The same kind smile on his face. "Do you want to write your story?" He asks...
"This is my story" I reply back... And I sign my name in the list.

I stand up to walk to my room... He calls me and says : "Hey, do not lose hope... It will help you walk through the long road"
"It looks impossible to me..." I answer as I push out a hot sigh!
"It once looked impossible, then it proved to be possible... Don't lose hope!" He adds with the same smile...
I smile back and go up to my room!

In the morning I wake up, go down and leave my keys on the bank... And I go back full of hope and dreams to continue walking through the long long long road!

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

The Only Queen

For how long am I going to wait?
For how long am I going to suffer?
Seconds are turning into hours
Days are going like years
Joy is turning to tears
Happiness is full of fears
It is like catching the moon light
Or like the fear of the dark night
I want to scream as loud as I could
And break the distance and time if I should
To come back to you
To see your smile come through
And to ask you
Do you trust my heart beats?
Do you believe in my dreams?
Can you see the passion in my eye gleams?
There is only you
Who can always be
The only Queen
Inside me

(This poem is written by Ahmed Abdel Hadi... Sometimes one man can tell what you can't tell!)

Thursday, April 13, 2006

River of Lies...

I am so lonely without you
More than I used to be
I'm dying with the memory of moments
When our eyes used to meet
And I walk through the night
Treading on all my wounds
I stand and look at your eyes
A river is all I see

And I bend down and drink from your river
I am drunk in your river of lies
I know they are mere lies...
And I jump and drown to the bottom
And your water fill me with lies
There I wish I could die...

But I...
I don't want us be true to each other
I want to drown more into your river
And I...

I walk down with eyes upon you,
Full of tears that never fall
My heart's screaming your name
But you never hear its call
So I come and stand beside you
And you turn and smile to me
Now we are alone in that fake world
A big lie of you and me...

And I bend down and drink from your river
I am drunk in your river of lies
I know they are mere lies...
And I jump and drown to the bottom
And your water fill me with lies
There I wish I could die...

But I...
I don't want us be true to each other
I want to drown more into your river
And why??
Because I can't live my world without you
And I am tortured with the lies your pour on me...
On me...
Your river of lies...
River of lies...

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

A Mad Man

I am mad
I am writing this to tell all
No rhyme
No music
No meter
Fucken nothing
But the anger fever
That gonna rule
Only the truth gonna prevail
You wanted to see me mad?
Here I answer your call...

Are you ready?
I don't give a damn

I am mad
Oh really, you amazed?
I am at you
At her
At my fucken self
Am I fighting a war all by myself?
Am I living a world of my own?
With stupid ambitions and fanciful dreams
Alive, never gone...
I am not complaining,
I am just mad
I spit it at your stupid face...
Oh sorry, did I make you sad!

I am a mad man
Ready to burn the world
I am fed up with it
Fed up with adapting to it
Why doesn't it fucken adapt to me!
Why do I suffer with motherfuckers
Whenever I find myself something I wanna be!!

Why the damn stairs take me down?
Is it cuz of me or cuz of you?
We are different, that's ture
I was a fool for being with you...

And you, there, you damn punk
Happy with your fucken dusty empty trunk?
How long have you been alive?
What did you do, for yourself?
For all?
You are a failure...
Are you proud of that?
Living like a moron, do you love the role?
Like to be cheated and fucked by all?
Why should I pay the price
Of the fucken misery to which you fall?
Oh, again...
Expecting nothing of the world?
Ever thought what the world expects of you?
Live, have fun, roam the city all night, throw everything away...
But I am sorry, when its time
I am not going to pay.

(To be fucken continued...)

Silent and Suffocated

Silence silence fucken silence
Keep the fucken mouth shut
As long as you're trembling, afraid
Let silence from your flesh cut

I am silent and fucken what
From bad to worse, from worse to worst...
I am silent and fucken suffocated
Words burn me, and smoke suffocates me first.

I wanna shout at your face
Screem and slap you to wake up
I am afraid if I do it I would kill you
I would avange all what fed me up.

I am suffocated with silence,
Fuck silence, that I gonna break.
You gonna feel, listen and see
The real voice, real face, nothing fake.

As long as my tears never touch my cheek
And only my heart bleeds in pain like a freak
As long as I am meant to suffer so that you live
When it is time to pay... I got nothing to give.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

She might!!

He: I am afraid...
Him: Of what?
He: She might leave me...
Him: Who's she?
He: She... What's wrong with you...
Him: Oh, yeah, your beloved...
He: Yeah...
Him: The one you love...
He: Yeah...
Him: The one that loves you...
He is silent...
Him: Aha... One-sided love?
He: Hell no...
Him: Then she loves you?
He (quickly): I don't know.
Him: Did you talk to her?
He: Sure
Him: And?
He: Nothing!
Him: Nothing??? Was it a silent conversation?? Did you use human language or signals or what? He: This is not funny.
Him: It is, you just don't wanna laugh at your misery, dude...
He: What fucken misery you talking about?
Him: Your misery, a guy that loves a girl, talks to her and in away he gets nothing out of her, not even a yes or a no. Don't you think this is a misery?
He: I am afraid she might leave me....
Him: Did she even get into something with you to leave you?
He: I don't know what to do...
Him: Go, talk, ask for a response that will either satisfy your thirst for requited emotions or breaks your beating heart into pieces.
He: What if she breaks my heart?
Him: What if she doesn't?
He: I don't know....
Him: Now you know but you don't want to move.
He: She might...
Him (interrupting): Exactly, she MIGHT, buddy...

(A girl's effect on a guy... I have seen such situations with the same words being repeated... But who is He, and who is Him??... You answer it)

Monday, March 27, 2006

Never Wrong!

Hey you, don't you run
And leave me behind, in there?
Hey there, don't you run
Thinking I should care?

Hey there, don't you go
And leave me in the shadows?
Hey there, don't you know
I know how to follow the arrows?

I am here, but not alone...
Even after you are gone
I am here, heads up high
Ready to go through the sky.
I am here, standing strong...
Life is different but nothing wrong.

You see the escape door
Down there wide open,
And you choose just to go,
Asking why so angry I am looking.

My eyes proudly dry and
Heart no cry, why would there be tears
As long as u proved to be
A being of my worst fears.

I am here, but not alone...
Even after you are gone
I am here, heads up high
Ready to go through the sky.
I am here, standing strong...
Life is different but nothing wrong.

Hey you, you don't need to run
I am not stepping after you.
I know what you mean to me...
Its nothing of what I am to you

So go, I am happy here
I lost no one that wanted me...
And I knew you would escape,
So no surprise it would be.

I am here, but not alone...
Even after you are gone
I am here, heads up high
Ready to go through the sky.
I am here, standing strong...
Life is different but nothing wrong.

Nothing wrong...
Never wrong....
Never wrong....
Never wrong...

Sunday, March 26, 2006

My torturer... My savior (or A Dagger)

Everywhere...
I am walking with a dagger
In my heart
Everywhere...
I can't take it out...
Or fall apart...
But no scare...

I am bleeding...
Covered with blood all over,
But still not dead...
That hot blood keeps me warm
When it is so cold...

One hand...
Can take me out of my misery
But its not there...
One hand...
Can take all the pain away, but...
Still... unaware...

I am dying...
The dagger can no longer keep my alive
With that pain...
And my blood...
Is getting cold and freezing me...
More, more and more...

A big red crystal,
With a rusty dagger in the chest,
I lay down in pain...
Unable to live,
Unable to die...
Just..
Suffering in vain!

Then she comes...
Looks and smiles,
And goes the ice..
And I am back warm.
And her hand touch my wound...
And...
The pain is gone,

She smiles and goes...
And my blood flows...
I am alive... but...
Still...

The dagger is there...

Friday, March 24, 2006

Will you be there?

I miss you and I want to
Be with you all the time

I can't live without you
I am dead when you're away... from me

All I want is just to feel you with me
All I want is just to know.... For real...

Will you be there when I need you?
Will you hold my hand when I want you?
Will you be my aid, my angel, my soul?
I dream of being with you
I just want you know that I love you
And if you want me I will give my all...
My all...

I just want you be my shelter
When life is so cruel to me...
I wanna feel you in the winter
A shining sun that warms me...
I am ready to die for a smile on your face
And fight and fight and never leave the race
I dream of giving you my soul
This is just a wish for you
Not all...

Will you be there when I need you?
Will you hold my hand when I want you?
Will you be my aid, my angel, my soul?
I dream of being with you
I just want you know that I love you
And if you want me I will give my all...
My all...

Can you feel my sadness
The tears I shed... within me
Can you hear my heart beats
When you step away from me
All I want you is just to feel my heart
All I want is to be with you, to start...

Will you be there when I need you?
Will you hold my hand when I want you?
Will you be my aid, my angel, my soul?
I dream of being with you
I just want you know that I love you
And if you want me I will give my all...

My all...

Monday, March 20, 2006

Tiny Story: Don't, please don't!

She stood two steps away from him and looked impatiently to his eyes. His eyes full of tears but carved on a smiling face. Waiting for an answer, she smiles to his eyes and nodes her head. He finally answers:
"Don't, please don't"
She replies: "I can't hide it anymore"
He answers with tears falling down: "Sorry, but I can't take it"

She is shocked, and he is moving back with his face looking at her eyes. He goes further and further... But his eyes never look down at his tears.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

You

Walking through the streets
Eyes blind, heart bleeds
All I see is a picture
Of you

Crowds all around
No voice, no sound
Only your voice ringing
In my ears

Walking all the way
Can't leave, can't stay
All alone but its you
With me

All I need is just you
All I need is seeing you
All I need is to be with you
I am dreaming of your eyes
I am singing with your voice
Your whisper makes me deaf to
All that noise...

I know my eyes look dry
But its my heart who cry
When you are far out of
My reach

Even when you with me
I miss you as I can see
The moments when I will
Be alone...

Its just enough to smile
It carries me a thousand mile
To a world where you are
My queen

And when our eyes meet
I am left of my feet
Flying with no wings high
To the sky

All I need is just you
All I need is seeing you
All I need is to be with you
I am dreaming of your eyes
I am singing with your voice
Your whisper makes me deaf to
All that noise...

I want you be mine
I want you my life
I want you be my soul
With you I am alive

Without you I can't survive
Be with me, be my wife
Wanna say it a thousand times
Its just no enough rhymes
That do describe how much
I love you...

I love you...
I love...

You...

Sunday, March 12, 2006

مجرد رأي

حزين أنا وزعلان

على شعب فقير غلبان

شايف الذل طزل عمره

مغلوب على أمره

مستعمر من كل جنس داس على أرضة

مغولي ده ولا بريطاني

سوفيتي ولا أمريكان

....و

والملا عمر، بالخراب أمر

والشعب أتجزر

والقلب أتكوى

والعيل ينازع وماله دوا

والقرآن إتحرق

والحق أتسرق

والبرج أتضرب

وأفغانستان ولعت

وفين جيوش العرب

بيقولوا أتسرحت


عجبي

قصيدة قديمه من 2001

Accept Me

Accept me
For what I am accept me
The way I am
Be like me
I am the man
Come follow me
I am alive
Don’t fight me

I am the man, I am alright
The world only loves to fight
They fight me but I am ‘the right’
To me right makes might.
So they have to

Accept me
For what I am accept me
The way I am
Be like me
I am the man
Come follow me
I am alive
Don’t fight me

They want me to get on the floor
I am not to kneel and be it a war
I will win, I am sure
And calls for peace? My ass,
That’s what I ignore

The peace I want is not the peace they want
I told them gimme everything but they don’t
And if I convince them, they won’t
I am sorry assholes you have to

Accept me
For what I am accept me
The way I am
Be like me
I am the man
Come follow me
I am alive
Don’t fight me

Don’t fight me
My right makes my might
Don’t mess with me
You’re an asshole and I a knight
Come fight if you like
But don’t ask why you lost
I won’t have mercy on you
This is a last chance.. alright?

Accept me
For what I am accept me
The way I am
Be like me
I am the man
Come follow me
I am alive
Don’t fight me

They want me
To look through their eyes
They want me
To see that they are wise
They want me
To forget who I am
They want me
To be a copy of them
They want me
To see what they believe
They want me
To think that I should leave
They want me
To reform the way I am
They want me
Just a puppet man
They want me
To swallow what they spit
They don’t know
I can’t accept

Accept me
For what I am accept me
The way I am
Be like me
I am the man
Come follow me
I am alive
Don’t fight me

My right makes my might!

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Highway to hell

I am on my highway to hell
I am on my highway to hell
Highway to hell
I am on my highway to hell

Hell on earth so be it there
Life is shit, who fuckin' care
Thoughts are born dead and they ain't there
Put a pen on a paper if you fuckin' dare

And I

On da highway to hell
I am on my highway to hell
Fuckin' highway to hell
I am on my highway to hell

Life is shit, blame damn luck
Smoke and drink and go damn fuck
Got a bullet in the chest one damn night?
You are dead cuz you damn suck

And you're

On the highway to hell
Oh you're on highway to hell
Damn it, highway to hell
And I am on highway to hell

Damn boss fucks up, the job at stake
Everything around is so damn fake
Things never a piece of cake...
Why don't you fuckin' gimme a break!!

Cuz I am on

Highway to hell.. oh boy
I am on my highway to hell...
Highway to hell... fuck you
I am on my highway to hell

I love her and I go to tell
She looks freak then so damn well
"Sorry love ain't something to sell,
Cuz no damn markets on the...

Highway to hell

I am fucken pissed

Highway to hell
And I am
On my highway to hell
I am on my highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell

As long as life is so damn black
I will simply go and neva be back
I hang myself and fucken fall
The bloody ceiling got a fucken crack

They blocked the

Highway to hell
I am on my highway to hell
Highway to hell
Fucken blocked highway to hell...
Highway to hell...

Monday, March 06, 2006

على ضفاف النيل

على ضفاف النيل

في يوم من الأيام على ضفاف النيل كانت كانت الشمس تتهاوى من عرشها البراق لتختفي خلف تلك المباني الخرسانية الصماء التي حلت محل الحقول والأشجار التي طالما زينت ضفتي النيل كتاج أخضر ينبض بالحياة. كانت السماء تدمي حمرة مع مغيب الشمس وقبل هطول الظلام. فإذا بي ألمح بطرف عيني شيخ تدرك كبر سنه من إنحناءه ظهره وبطئ حركتة. لم تكن له ملامح واضحة فقد كان ظل أسود يطير اهواء مؤخرة جلبابه وتخفي حمره السماء ملامح وجهة. كان الرجل يلملم شراع مركبه الصغير الذي يبدو لي كمركب للنزهات النيلية وليس مركب صيد. نزلت إلى المرسى حيث رسى المركب ونظرت إلى الرجل الذي تنطق قسمات وجهة العجوز بمدى التعب والرضا عما كان يقوم به طوال اليوم من عمل.

استوقفته... وقلت له "إنتظر يا حاج... هلا أخذتني في نزهة قصيرة الآن؟"

فرد مبتسماً: "عفواً يا ولدي، أعذرني، لقد أنتهى وقت العمل!"

فضحكت دون سبب وقلت " يا شيخ... لقد حل الظلام وحان وقت العمل لمن مثلك يتخذ النيل رزقا... كيف لك ألآن ترفض رزقاً اتاك في وقت عملك؟؟"

فرد الرجل: "أنا لا أرفض رزقا قط، ولكني لا أعمل إلا في ضوء النهار."

فعلقت: "ألا ترى الأنوار تضئ ظلمه الليل في كل مكان؟"

فرد الرجل: "ضوء الليل زيف يستر من يشاء.. أتظن أضواء الليل نوراً تقشع حلكه الظلام؟ أضواء الليل كاللؤلؤ في قاع النهر... كلما مددت يدك لتمسكها زادت بعدا... فأما تشب وتسقط في المياة أو ترفع يداك وتتركها في القاع..."

"ولكن-"

فقاتطعني قائلا: "لك أضواء الليل... ولي شمس النهار"

ثم تركني ومضى... وأخترت شمس النهار!

Saturday, March 04, 2006

A thought

Looking through my window
Eyes looking up high...
Stars dangling everywhere,
Burning in the dark sky.
Burning... so bright
But never enlighting the night
Darkness everywhere
And white dots up there
Light is far away...
And we got no wings to fly.
Darkness is our fate.
I don't know why!

Friday, March 03, 2006

الحلقة الأولى: شفيق العجلاتي والعدو الأمريكاني!

الحلقة الأولى:

شفيق العجلاتي والعدو الأمريكاني!

اليوم: مش فاكر..

الساعة: مش لابسها...

المكان: خير اللهم أجعله خير... أه أنا في بيتنا... قصدي في بيت من بيوتي

نزلت النهاردة الصبح أجري حوالين المنطقة عندنا كنوع من الرياضة... أصل أنا راجل عجوز بس إية رياضي جداااا... ممكن أعمللي 1200 جري كدة كل يوم ولا حاجة... إحم محدش يسأل 1200 إية بالظبط ... أصل أنا راجل حويط وواصل و مش أي حاجة أقولها كدة ببساطة. المهم... وأنا بجري بقا ومندمج كدة قلت أقف أولعلي سيجارة، أصل ما بتفرقش معايا يعني أشرب سجاير وأنا بجري يعني... الدهن في العتاقي ههههههه.

المهم بأضرب بعيني كدة لاقيت واحد كبير في السن قاعد ع الرصيف وماسك بيبسي اللي هو في علبة صفيح دة ومحتاس فيها مش عارف يفتحها... قلت أروح له أشوف مالو... أصل أنا بحب أساعد الناس.. وطيت عليه وقلت له مالك يا عمو محتاج حاجة؟ الراجل مردش عليا وشاورلي بقرف علي صفيحة البيبسي. قلت لنفسي ده بيتنك على إيه ده... سألته تاني "يا عم الحج محتاج حاجة؟" بصلي مردش... الدم غلي في عروقي... (أصل أنا دمي أحمر حامي)... قولتله يا راجل يا معفن بتتنك على إية ده أنا جاي أساعدك في فتح صفيحة البيبسي اللي أنت محتاس فيها دية... يقوم الراجل الناقص يبوص لي ويحود وشة الناحية التانية وقال عامل مذهول قال... معرفتش أمسك نفسي بقا (أصلي مبيهمنيش) وقمت ماسكة من قفاه مسكه حرامية كدة وزعقت بعلو حسي (أصل أنا صوتي عالي زي الشباب بالظبط) قلت له " بقا مابقاش إلا أنت يا حيوان يا منحط يا إبن الـ.... مش محترمين (أصل أنا محترم... بس مبيهمنيش)... دة أنا أحبسك وأوديك ورا الشمس... كل دة والراجل ساكت ولا نطق.

الناس إتلمت وطلعوا الراجل من تحت إيدي بالعافية... فيييييين طلع عمو العجوز أخرس والناس الهبل قال بيغلطوني أنا... طب وأنا مالي يا متخلفين ماقاليش ليه أنه أخرس من الأول كنت فتحت له الصفيحة وأمشي على طول و يا دار ما دخلك شر؟ ولا هو جر شكل وخلاص؟... هو أنا فاضي لأشكاله. وبعدين بعد أما ركزت مع نفسي شوية أكتشفت إني كنت ضحية مؤامرة زرقا... أيوا زرقا أصل البيبسي أمريكاني عامله الأمريكان ولاد الـ ... ولا بلاش... هي ديه خطتهم... يحطوا الهباب السم الأسود بتاعهم في علب صفيح مقفولة جامد عشان أقع أنا في الراجل الغبي دة وأتخانق معاه ويشوهوا صورتي قدام الناس... ومش بعيد يكونوا عاملين كدة عشان الناس تتخانق مع بعضها... فرق تسد!!! أه يا شياطين يا ولاد الأبالسة... مش بعيد يكونوا بيوزعوا بيبسي ببلاش في اأفغانستان... وفي العراق على الخرس الشيعة والسنة... بس على مين... كشفت المؤامرة بتاعتهم خلاص.. (أصل أنا لماح)... من هنا ورايح حشرب ليبتون وبس.

المهم خلاص نفسي إتسدت بعد 9 ساعات جري بس...

وصحيت من النوم... قصدي روحت بيتنا...

مفكرة: لازم أشتري كورركتور عشان الفضايح... يوووووووووه قصدي الأخطاء الإملائية.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

مذكرات أطاطا وشفيق العجلاتي

مذكرات أطاطا و شفيق العجلاتي

من هو شفيق العجلاتي؟

هو الرجل السلطوي الفوضوي المتعجرف المنتمي لفصيلة السنتمائيين السنكليحيين الكرخفيين المعوجة.

هو سنتمائي حيث تشتق الكلمة "سنتمائي" من الكلمة الأنجليزية Sentiment... وتعني أنة شخص ذو مشاعر مرهقة... عفوا مرهفة... بس من الناحية التانية.

أما كونه سنكليح فهو لأن عقله متمركز متمحور حول بعض القضايا التي تلف وتدور وترجع الى حيث كانت مرة أخرى... والله أعلم!

وأما كونه كرخفاً فهذا يرجع الى كونة شحليطاً والى أصولة الضاربه في أعماق التقعر و الأنشلاحية... وبس...

يظن نفسه مثقفا وهو بالفعل يبدو كذلك للوهلة الأولى حتى ترى طلعة فكره البهية حيث تدرك مدى تقعرة وسطحيته. فهو شخصية متقعرة ثقافياً هشه داخليا صلبة خارجيا مثل البطاطس المحمرة، لا يقبل إلا رأيه، لا يفهم إلا كلامه، لا يسمع إلا صوته و لايعقل إلا تصوره (الداداييزم).

أما ذلك الأنعواج الواضح في فصيلته فهو نتيجة طبيعية للسجائر الكليوباترا السوبر التي يدمنها ويدخنها بشراهة (بين كل سيجارتين سيجارة).


من هي أطاطا؟

عجوز شمطاء (أو تبدو كذلك) كساحرات "ماكبث" ناقصها مقشة وتتطير، ذات شخصية دموية عفوية سلطوية ذات نفوذ ضئيل و صوت طويل... (ما تسألنيش إزاي!)

تنتقد الناس نقداً لاذعاً، في حين أنها مثار سخرية الأخرين بتلك المشجرات و الأبونيهات (و ليس البونيهات) الجرجيرية اللي ضاربة على بني كما لونها تماماً. زيُها كزي الرجل الوطواط، دكتوره في نشر الإحباط، وإذا سألتها عن شئ تفر بإستعباط كالـ حنكلييُص الذي لا تدري ما هيته بالضبط. والغريب أنها تضع على وجهها نظارة لتنظر من فوقها لا من خلالها... ولهذا دلاله...

أما كونها دموية فليس لأنها تأكل لحوم البني أدمين بل لأنها تتفنن وتجد لذة شهوانية في إحراج وحرق دم البشر بكلامها الحجري و نظراتها المشمئزة القاتلة، فتحمر وجوه من يحدثوها غضبا لا خجلاً.

عفوية، تتفنن في إطلاق نيرن كلماتها اللاذعة بالذوق وكأنها توزع الشمعدان على أطفال الموالد. أما كونها متسلطه رغم نفوذها الضئيل فهذا ربما يكون نتيجة عقدة نقص واضحة (لقلة النفوذ) أو كنوع من التفاخر الدائم بعقليتها ومنطقها المتعجرفين.

المهم... شفيق و أطاطا قرروا يكتبوا مذكراتهم وهو دة اللي حنقراه...

** أطاطا وشفيق العجلاتي شخصيات واقعية تعيش بيننا، تتنفس هوائنا، تطبق على أنفاسنا، ترانا ونراها... ولكن لانفهمها أو ندركها. وإن كنتم لاتفهمون الوصف فهذا دلاله على طبيعة الشخصيات ذاتها...

والحدق يفهم...

Friday, February 24, 2006

A poem I loved (Arabic): "قلم" A Pen

جس الطبيب خافقي
وقال لي:
هل ها هنا الألم؟
قلت له: نعم
فشق بالمشرط جيب معطفي
وأخرج القلم!
هز الطبيب رأسة و مال وأبتسم
وقال لي:
ليس سوى قلم
فقلت لا يا سيدي
ه>ا يد... وفم
رصاصة... ودم
وتهمة سافرة... تمشي بلا قدم


Taken from Refusenik blog!

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I can't love you... again

Sitting near the window,
Pretending to be looking through,
But all my eyes see is
A reflection of you...
I know you are looking at me
But I can't turn my face,
Please take your eyes away
They kill me slowly by pain...
A pain I am bound to suffer
A price I have to pay...
You are smiling there
While I am burning here
Still I can't turn to you
Is it hatred or is it fear?
I hated you once,
More than I loved you before.
I can't love you again,
Don't wanna hate you more.
As your tears fall
And my heart bleeds,
Only a reflection of you I see
That's all my heart needs.
Keep your eyes off mine!
I can't stand the pain,
Keep your eyes away!
I can't love you again!