زمن الملوخية

غنوا غنوا يا أفندية
زمن الكوسة بقا ملوخية
غنوا خلاص ماهم قطعوا النور
والعتمة اتكتبت عليك وعليا
غنوا الأخضر غطى الصحرا
غنوا خلاص كدة زمن الفقر
كله إتساوى تحت الجزمة
وكلة اهو عايش من غير لازمة
غنوا غنوا يا أفندية
زمن الكوسة بقا ملوخية
كبير العيلة بقا منحكم
وإدانا الحق نتكلم
وبقينا أحرار خلاص يا ولاد
بقينا نختار في أي ميعاد
يا نعيش ساكتين تابعين خايفين
يا نموت موتة سهلة برصاصة مطاط
غنوا غنوا يا أفندية
زمن الكوسة بقا ملوخية
غنوا إية لا، أرقصوا كمان
أرقص في الشارع و ياريت عريان
هز يا باشا وهزي يا هانم
ماهو الضمير بيشخر نايم
وأوعى الجامع تزوره رجليك
أمن الدولة *** عليك
غنوا غنوا يا أفندية
الملوخية بقيت وطنية
غنوا يا شباب الجامعات
غنوا يا رجالة يا ستات
غنوا يا عمال غنوا يا فقرا
غنوا بحق الليلة الغبرا
غنوا وقولوا عايزين إية
علوا صوتكم ساكتين لية
قولوا لية نفسكم مكسورة
اصرخوا غيروا أم الصورة
ولا خايفين من الكبير؟
اللي نهبنا و سرقنا كتير؟
ليكوا الحق الكل يخاف
ماهو فرعون عمره ماخاف
يلا عيشوا أحلام وردية
ملهاش مكان وسط الملوخية
يلا خلوا الرزق على الله
وكل واحد يرضى قضاة
من جزمة لجزمة راح ننداس
ومن كل كبير يحمينا الله
وغنوا غنوا يا بهوات
الشعب إتخدر من الملوخيه
الكتمة داست الأنفاس
والكلمة تحبس كل الناس
وكلة معاك تحت المداس
معلش حتتعب
إختار المقاس....

Thoughts: (The girl with the broom)

It is a hot & humid summer night... I am in taxi-like junk lurching through the famous narrow jungle-like street in Shoubra. Cars are coming from every direction, hopping over the mountains, so called sleeping-police-men, and diving into ditches decorating the street everywhere. Just on my right, I see a girl that I will never forget, a very very small child, wearing some kind of very dirty garment that is good for a whole tribe of insects to live in, holding tight a broom that is twice as tall as she is and trying hard to sweep the floor in front of a small shop. For a moment I couldn't see her face as she was working hard on sweeping the floor that looked really dirty under her small feet. The cap driver beebs his horn and trying to make it go louder and louder in order to make the driver in a car coming in the opposite direction (though the whole street width is like 10-12 meters) slow down. This noise has made the girl raise her head, I thought I gonna see a miserable face with tears all over the child's cheeks. However, I saw a faint smile on her beautiful face and my surprised eyes met her eyes full of hope. Just behind her inside the shop I see a big lady leaning her head over a disk and watching the girl do the job. It was the last thing I could see as the driver jumped over another street-mountain and freestyled to avoid two guys walking like dead men in Resident Evil. I just thought... Does this girl belong here? or she's got something we all lost? The Taxi driver crashed into a ditch in the street that he couldn't avoid and my head hit the windshield... A hit that answered my question!

P.S.: Another title for the story "Gone in 15 seconds"

In a way full of darkness!

In a way full of darkness

In a way full of darkness,
In a way you can't see,
You never think of a goal or an aim,
Only wishes to get free.

In a way full of darkness,
You stretch a hand to touch,
A wall to guide you through,
There is nothing sharp as such.

In a way full of darkness,
There is nowhere for hope.
Just waiting for a ray of light
To be the aim in your scope.

In a way full of darkness,
Man is like a wrecked ship,
Fighting the crashing waves
Of mad hopes they skip.

In a way full of darkness,
You never look for land,
Yet you stick to everything
You feel near your hand.

May be it is the edge,
May be it is a piece of wood.
Amazingly, it is only hope,
It survives as long as you could.