Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
The Importance of Being Cultured..
This happened few weeks ago, I was walking in our office when I saw this gorgeous girl sitting clueless, I approached her and asked what was she looking form she answered that she is a sales representative for one of the hotels that organizes Iftar for Ramadan and she handled me her business card, I took a quick look at the card and told her: “you are from Romania…right?” She said in surprise: “that is right! How did you know?” I answered: “your family name is Vlad, which is the count’s real name..” she asked : “ what count do you mean? “ I said: “from Romania we know only one count… count Dracula of course..!!” She laughed and said: “yes but I can assure you that I’m a vampire or anything like that..” then she took my business card and left…
I know this whole story may seem trivial and not worth mentioning to you, but to me it had a great significance, for a while there I felt extremely smart and cultured, not to mention that this was one of the few times I managed not to make an idiot out of myself in front of a stunning beauty..
But to tell you the truth, all my life I’ve been trying to be cultured, and for some reason I feel that I’m far away from achieving that, to me a cultured person is someone who have read thousands of books, went to hundreds of museums and exhibitions and listened to dozens of symphonies… he is a man who knows how to think and how to look at the big picture, and more importantly how to express himself and say what he thinks and when and where… me on the other hand, I have no idea what I am talking about half the time and although I read a lot but I finish a good book I usually get the feeling that I am a complete ignorant and that I have a lot to learn before I dare to open my mouth and say any opinion about anything..
But this didn’t prevent me from looking “cultured”, there is a great difference between looking cultured and being one if you know what I mean.. and luckily most people can not recognize the difference… and for some reason, the seeming of culture appeared on me very early, people around me started to consider me cultured even before I learned to read and didn’t miss that opportunity, so I started reading about everything and thinking about everything till one day I discovered that I became different.. I began talking differently and acting differently even thinking differently and here I had my second discovery, culture is a good thing but within limits, it’s a double edged knife that must be used wisely or it will destroy your social life mercilessly… I remember one time during an Arabic lesson in high school, there were those twin brothers whom you don’t require a lot of intelligence to tell that they are either junkies or just passing through a severe phase of stupidity.. The teacher was discussing a poem by Farouk Shousha begins with the following verses: “The Arabic blood said: I and water are even, I have to taste, no colour and no smell..” the teacher said that the Arabian blood became like water that lost its distinguished taste and colour, thus became like water that lost its value… I objected saying that scientifically speaking, water does have no colour, no smell and no taste, meaning that water has no distinguished characteristics, and so is the Arabic blood now…a simple, logical remark as you can see, but – to my surprise- the two brothers started starring at me and then laughed hysterically as if one of them is telling the other: “ who is that insane of understands poetry..” , and the other answered with a head nod with the meaning : “ don’t mind him.. he is just another idiot..”
This was one of the important incidents that taught me a new fact: “ I may not be cultured but I’m in a better state than others..” , the same theory behind the English saying : “In the Land of the Blind One-Eyed is King” , I still remember this wonderful conversation between two people standing behind me while I was in the pavilion of the Academic library in Cairo’s book fair.. the fist said : “ look at all these books… when did they find the time to write all these books?”. The second answered wisely : “ they must have nothing else to do, man..” I stood there trying to process this logic… where do these people come from? And if writing books is what idiots do on their free time, what brought them to the academic library? What brought them to a book fair in the first place?
By time, the raft grew wider, till I went to collage just to discover that things won’t get any better, in order to survive collage you don’t have to be cultured, instead you need to be cool and funny even if you were as shallow as a beetle, I remember one day when I was walking through the corridors when I saw one of the cool kids who always walks with a bunch of gorgeous “chicks” , I stopped him expressing how much I liked his T- shirt, which portrayed a mysterious man dressed in black and standing between two lines of trees with writing in English in big letters saying “ FRANZ KAFKA”
I went on about how much I love Kafka’s writing and that “ The Trial” is one of the best novels I’ve ever read, and that his other famous story “Metamorphoses” (in which Gregory Samsa woke up to find himself transformed into a giant insect) is one of the…..he stopped me then, saying that he only bought the T-shirt because his girlfriend thought it is cool and that he has neither heard about that Kafka guy nor that other dude who turned into an insect, he left shaking his head in a way I know very well, it seems that the list of those who consider me insane or an idiot is just getting longer and longer…
That was the first time I started thinking that maybe my calculations were wrong from the start, there is no place today for those who want to read more or know more, the rules have changed and what used to work yesterday does not mean much today, and if you don’t believe me just go through any newspaper or watch any television channel, there is a strange human activity that makes you chase a leather ball just to put it inside a net hanged on a metal frame, a weird activity as you can see but it could turn you into a hero if you are good at it, there is even a more strange activity where you can wear funny clothes with huge golden necklaces and stand on a stage singing stupid lyrics, that alone can make you a legend no matter what disasters you make and if you were lucky , people will organize demonstrations cheering for you even if you broke the law or became a drugs addict…
Maybe the two junkie brothers were right, maybe it was my fault from the beginning when I wanted to be cultured, maybe I should’ve been cooler than this, maybe I wasted too much time reading instead of singing or playing soccer… maybe I’m insane or just an idiot after all..
I noticed something now, the insane never admit that they are insane and since I confessed in the last paragraph that I may be insane then this means that I’m definitely not insane…
I’m just another idiot…
I think I feel a little better…
A Final Word :
SHE : How is your friend?
HE : He is dead.
SHE : What killed him?
HE : His Life
I know this whole story may seem trivial and not worth mentioning to you, but to me it had a great significance, for a while there I felt extremely smart and cultured, not to mention that this was one of the few times I managed not to make an idiot out of myself in front of a stunning beauty..
But to tell you the truth, all my life I’ve been trying to be cultured, and for some reason I feel that I’m far away from achieving that, to me a cultured person is someone who have read thousands of books, went to hundreds of museums and exhibitions and listened to dozens of symphonies… he is a man who knows how to think and how to look at the big picture, and more importantly how to express himself and say what he thinks and when and where… me on the other hand, I have no idea what I am talking about half the time and although I read a lot but I finish a good book I usually get the feeling that I am a complete ignorant and that I have a lot to learn before I dare to open my mouth and say any opinion about anything..
But this didn’t prevent me from looking “cultured”, there is a great difference between looking cultured and being one if you know what I mean.. and luckily most people can not recognize the difference… and for some reason, the seeming of culture appeared on me very early, people around me started to consider me cultured even before I learned to read and didn’t miss that opportunity, so I started reading about everything and thinking about everything till one day I discovered that I became different.. I began talking differently and acting differently even thinking differently and here I had my second discovery, culture is a good thing but within limits, it’s a double edged knife that must be used wisely or it will destroy your social life mercilessly… I remember one time during an Arabic lesson in high school, there were those twin brothers whom you don’t require a lot of intelligence to tell that they are either junkies or just passing through a severe phase of stupidity.. The teacher was discussing a poem by Farouk Shousha begins with the following verses: “The Arabic blood said: I and water are even, I have to taste, no colour and no smell..” the teacher said that the Arabian blood became like water that lost its distinguished taste and colour, thus became like water that lost its value… I objected saying that scientifically speaking, water does have no colour, no smell and no taste, meaning that water has no distinguished characteristics, and so is the Arabic blood now…a simple, logical remark as you can see, but – to my surprise- the two brothers started starring at me and then laughed hysterically as if one of them is telling the other: “ who is that insane of understands poetry..” , and the other answered with a head nod with the meaning : “ don’t mind him.. he is just another idiot..”
This was one of the important incidents that taught me a new fact: “ I may not be cultured but I’m in a better state than others..” , the same theory behind the English saying : “In the Land of the Blind One-Eyed is King” , I still remember this wonderful conversation between two people standing behind me while I was in the pavilion of the Academic library in Cairo’s book fair.. the fist said : “ look at all these books… when did they find the time to write all these books?”. The second answered wisely : “ they must have nothing else to do, man..” I stood there trying to process this logic… where do these people come from? And if writing books is what idiots do on their free time, what brought them to the academic library? What brought them to a book fair in the first place?
By time, the raft grew wider, till I went to collage just to discover that things won’t get any better, in order to survive collage you don’t have to be cultured, instead you need to be cool and funny even if you were as shallow as a beetle, I remember one day when I was walking through the corridors when I saw one of the cool kids who always walks with a bunch of gorgeous “chicks” , I stopped him expressing how much I liked his T- shirt, which portrayed a mysterious man dressed in black and standing between two lines of trees with writing in English in big letters saying “ FRANZ KAFKA”
I went on about how much I love Kafka’s writing and that “ The Trial” is one of the best novels I’ve ever read, and that his other famous story “Metamorphoses” (in which Gregory Samsa woke up to find himself transformed into a giant insect) is one of the…..he stopped me then, saying that he only bought the T-shirt because his girlfriend thought it is cool and that he has neither heard about that Kafka guy nor that other dude who turned into an insect, he left shaking his head in a way I know very well, it seems that the list of those who consider me insane or an idiot is just getting longer and longer…
That was the first time I started thinking that maybe my calculations were wrong from the start, there is no place today for those who want to read more or know more, the rules have changed and what used to work yesterday does not mean much today, and if you don’t believe me just go through any newspaper or watch any television channel, there is a strange human activity that makes you chase a leather ball just to put it inside a net hanged on a metal frame, a weird activity as you can see but it could turn you into a hero if you are good at it, there is even a more strange activity where you can wear funny clothes with huge golden necklaces and stand on a stage singing stupid lyrics, that alone can make you a legend no matter what disasters you make and if you were lucky , people will organize demonstrations cheering for you even if you broke the law or became a drugs addict…
Maybe the two junkie brothers were right, maybe it was my fault from the beginning when I wanted to be cultured, maybe I should’ve been cooler than this, maybe I wasted too much time reading instead of singing or playing soccer… maybe I’m insane or just an idiot after all..
I noticed something now, the insane never admit that they are insane and since I confessed in the last paragraph that I may be insane then this means that I’m definitely not insane…
I’m just another idiot…
I think I feel a little better…
A Final Word :
SHE : How is your friend?
HE : He is dead.
SHE : What killed him?
HE : His Life
Monday, September 25, 2006
WORDS & IMAGES - 02
The tree-lined avenue,Begins to fade from view..
Drowning past regrets,
In tea and cigarettes...
But I can’t seem to forget...
When you came along...
Ingenue
........
Words are from the song " Life in Mono"
Photographer : Jack Hollingsworth
Friday, September 15, 2006
Friday’s Wisdom - 02
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions... Why?.. Is there a shortage in bad ones?
(source unknown)
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Cartoon - 02
This cartoon was published during the American invasion to Iraq, like all cartoons I post here it has no comment (maybe with the exception of the word “IRAQ” written on the man’s back), letting the universal language of drawings speak for itself, notice the small hidden knife which act as a symbol for powerlessness and the bitter will to fight to the end, also notice the choice of clothes, the artist drew Iraq wearing a traditional dress and not a military costume as an indication that the people are the ones who are going to face all this alone…This cartoon was published more than 3 years ago but it is more true and bitter toady than ever..
Friday, September 08, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Quote of the Day – 01
“This is a video tape of women wrestling, this tape was made for sadist men who like to see beautiful women beaten, and for masochist men who like to see beautiful women beat, and for normal men who just like to see beautiful women..!!!! “
Dr. Ahmed Khaled Tawfik
From : Clippings Worth Burning
Dr. Ahmed Khaled Tawfik
From : Clippings Worth Burning
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
WORDS & IMAGES - 01
TAKE THY BEAK FROM OUT MY HEART...... AND TAKE THY FORM FROM OFF MY DOOR..
(The Illustration is by Gustave Dore, the words are too famous to mention its source..)
Monday, August 28, 2006
All Quiet on the Egyptian Front
(21st August 2006 : CAIRO, Egypt -- Two passenger trains collided north of Cairo Monday morning, killing at least 57 people and injuring 128 others…I knew the real number of the victims the next day..)
The scene has become repetitive, not in a strange way but in a rather boring one… I’ve seen these miserable faces before, I saw them during the sinking of the ferry and the burning of the theatre and even on the first train accident, their astonished faces, torn clothes and separated body parts while they stand between the wrecks of the two trains don’t look strange anymore… did they expect that they will go home? Did they really think that they can ride the train safely? The rules have been changed long time ago, now your death while riding a train or a ferry or a plane is just a matter of time… did they really imagine they will survive? Did they think that anyone cares?
* * * * * * * * *
Few years ago something like this happened in Upper Egypt, everyone saw a train moving at maximum speed with blazes of fire coming from every opening while its passengers are being fried alive, more than 300 of them died that day and the ones who survived wished they did die, back then (after almost 12 minutes of intensive investigation) it was declared that the cause of the accident was a small gas cylinder carried by one of the passengers, and at the end it was no one’s fault except the riders of the train themselves, the next day, (AL AHRAM) published a photo for a perfectly normal gas cylinder placed between the wreck of the train with a genius comment under it saying : “ The gas cylinder that caused the fire ..!!!!” , as if we were that stupid, I wonder what are they going to say this time? Of course they will find some poor escape goat that will be held responsible for the crash, victims and everything, with some luck we may even find that he is the reason behind the mad cow disease and the Ebola virus, and with time, everyone will forget everything and - as usual- all we are going to talk about is the amount of money that the families of the victims are going to receive to compensate their loss.. As if things were that simple..
It seems thought that the script is going to be fast forward this time, within a few minutes from the accident the government said that it is going to pay 10,000 L.E. (1740 US $) to the family of each deceased and 5000 L.E. (870 US $) to every injured… is that the new price for human beings these days? Would you like my dear reader to sell your arm or leg for 870$? How about a 1740$ for your family the minute you die? Why not? 1400 people died when the ferry sank and yet some voices came out, saying that there is no need to worry because the generous company owner will pay casualties for the victims (as if things were also that simple).. But then again, why not? Those who died are of little importance anyway, no one of them can act or sing or even throw a ball into a goal, most of them are workers and we have a lot of those anyway.. What difference does it make if we lose a few dozens , or even a few hundreds.. Maybe if one of the ladies on the train knew how to show some skin or even shake her body she would’ve found someone to drive her in his car instead of riding the train, maybe if had went a little further she would have had her own car in the first place, ,,,it was the passengers fault after all..
* * * * * * * * *
They say that the initial number of victims is 50 persons, it seems that we have been lucky this time, the first train accident took the lives of 300 passengers while the number of those who drowned with the ferry exceed the thousand, I wonder… what is the number at which an accident seizes being an accident and becomes a tragedy? Is it a hundred? Two hundreds? A thousand? ..do you remember Erich Maria Remarque’s novel “All Quiet on the Western Front ” ? the one talking about a German teenager who found himself drafted to fight in the first world war, this kid had dreams, ambitions and goals… he had a life, and when he died his regiment sent a message to command saying : “ Only one soldier was killed today…All quiet on the western front…” , I wonder.. When did all become quiet in Egypt? When did the human life become worthless? Or – to be exact- worth 1740 $ ?...
The strange thing is that the day of the accident was the same day of “Al Isra & Al Miraj”, which is (to those who don’t know) is an important Islamic occasion, the same way in which the first train accident was on Al – Eid? Is it a coincidence? Or is fate trying to tell us something? Is it even fate in the first place? Maybe we are just paying for our mistakes, and that we are just reaping what we saw… All these consecutive disasters is just an indication that corruption and negligence has become so monumental that it can’t be fought or faced, maybe some important people in some important positions discovered the best policy is to keep things the way they are and that the best way to solve people’s problems is to get rid of the people themselves….
* * * * * * * * *
You know – my dear reader- what hurts the most in all this? It is the overwhelming feeling of uselessness and despair, here I stand watching this accident in the same way I watched the sinking of the ferry and the first train crash before them, and in the same way I will stand watching the next disaster, simply because there is nothing I can do, exactly like there is nothing that you can do also, everything happens against my will no matter how much I fought it or refused it, meanwhile, there are people how know exactly what are they doing and when they should do it, that is why you can never find a real responsible for these disasters, you will always find those who can secure themselves, protect themselves or even escape if they had to, there are those who are not like the stupid train passengers who couldn’t save their lives no matter how much they tried, there are those how can survive even if they burned a few hundreds in their trains or drowned a few thousands in their ferries… why not?... They are going to pay casualties to the victims anyway…
It seems, things really are that simple….
A FINAL WORD
“I balanced all, brought all to mind..
The years to come seem waste of breath..
A waste of breath the years behind..
In balance with this life…This death..”
From “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death”
By William Butler Yeats
Mohamed Hashem
22-08-2006
The scene has become repetitive, not in a strange way but in a rather boring one… I’ve seen these miserable faces before, I saw them during the sinking of the ferry and the burning of the theatre and even on the first train accident, their astonished faces, torn clothes and separated body parts while they stand between the wrecks of the two trains don’t look strange anymore… did they expect that they will go home? Did they really think that they can ride the train safely? The rules have been changed long time ago, now your death while riding a train or a ferry or a plane is just a matter of time… did they really imagine they will survive? Did they think that anyone cares?
* * * * * * * * *
Few years ago something like this happened in Upper Egypt, everyone saw a train moving at maximum speed with blazes of fire coming from every opening while its passengers are being fried alive, more than 300 of them died that day and the ones who survived wished they did die, back then (after almost 12 minutes of intensive investigation) it was declared that the cause of the accident was a small gas cylinder carried by one of the passengers, and at the end it was no one’s fault except the riders of the train themselves, the next day, (AL AHRAM) published a photo for a perfectly normal gas cylinder placed between the wreck of the train with a genius comment under it saying : “ The gas cylinder that caused the fire ..!!!!” , as if we were that stupid, I wonder what are they going to say this time? Of course they will find some poor escape goat that will be held responsible for the crash, victims and everything, with some luck we may even find that he is the reason behind the mad cow disease and the Ebola virus, and with time, everyone will forget everything and - as usual- all we are going to talk about is the amount of money that the families of the victims are going to receive to compensate their loss.. As if things were that simple..
It seems thought that the script is going to be fast forward this time, within a few minutes from the accident the government said that it is going to pay 10,000 L.E. (1740 US $) to the family of each deceased and 5000 L.E. (870 US $) to every injured… is that the new price for human beings these days? Would you like my dear reader to sell your arm or leg for 870$? How about a 1740$ for your family the minute you die? Why not? 1400 people died when the ferry sank and yet some voices came out, saying that there is no need to worry because the generous company owner will pay casualties for the victims (as if things were also that simple).. But then again, why not? Those who died are of little importance anyway, no one of them can act or sing or even throw a ball into a goal, most of them are workers and we have a lot of those anyway.. What difference does it make if we lose a few dozens , or even a few hundreds.. Maybe if one of the ladies on the train knew how to show some skin or even shake her body she would’ve found someone to drive her in his car instead of riding the train, maybe if had went a little further she would have had her own car in the first place, ,,,it was the passengers fault after all..
* * * * * * * * *
They say that the initial number of victims is 50 persons, it seems that we have been lucky this time, the first train accident took the lives of 300 passengers while the number of those who drowned with the ferry exceed the thousand, I wonder… what is the number at which an accident seizes being an accident and becomes a tragedy? Is it a hundred? Two hundreds? A thousand? ..do you remember Erich Maria Remarque’s novel “All Quiet on the Western Front ” ? the one talking about a German teenager who found himself drafted to fight in the first world war, this kid had dreams, ambitions and goals… he had a life, and when he died his regiment sent a message to command saying : “ Only one soldier was killed today…All quiet on the western front…” , I wonder.. When did all become quiet in Egypt? When did the human life become worthless? Or – to be exact- worth 1740 $ ?...
The strange thing is that the day of the accident was the same day of “Al Isra & Al Miraj”, which is (to those who don’t know) is an important Islamic occasion, the same way in which the first train accident was on Al – Eid? Is it a coincidence? Or is fate trying to tell us something? Is it even fate in the first place? Maybe we are just paying for our mistakes, and that we are just reaping what we saw… All these consecutive disasters is just an indication that corruption and negligence has become so monumental that it can’t be fought or faced, maybe some important people in some important positions discovered the best policy is to keep things the way they are and that the best way to solve people’s problems is to get rid of the people themselves….
* * * * * * * * *
You know – my dear reader- what hurts the most in all this? It is the overwhelming feeling of uselessness and despair, here I stand watching this accident in the same way I watched the sinking of the ferry and the first train crash before them, and in the same way I will stand watching the next disaster, simply because there is nothing I can do, exactly like there is nothing that you can do also, everything happens against my will no matter how much I fought it or refused it, meanwhile, there are people how know exactly what are they doing and when they should do it, that is why you can never find a real responsible for these disasters, you will always find those who can secure themselves, protect themselves or even escape if they had to, there are those who are not like the stupid train passengers who couldn’t save their lives no matter how much they tried, there are those how can survive even if they burned a few hundreds in their trains or drowned a few thousands in their ferries… why not?... They are going to pay casualties to the victims anyway…
It seems, things really are that simple….
A FINAL WORD
“I balanced all, brought all to mind..
The years to come seem waste of breath..
A waste of breath the years behind..
In balance with this life…This death..”
From “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death”
By William Butler Yeats
Mohamed Hashem
22-08-2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Fried Philosophy, (or grilled sometimes..)
" Do you believe that religions and faith-based institutions can cause prejudice and conflict?
Do you believe that the struggle to find the “truth” of creation through theorising and invention of gods etc. is futile?
Do you think the human race should spend more time looking for the many similarities amongst us rather than the differences?
Do you believe in making the most of our time on earth and appreciating and celebrating our world and environment?
You could be a fishist!
However, fishism has no membership, no organisation and it’s not a club....!!!"
(The above is copied from a web site that promotes some kind of philosophy called "Fishism"....
Some people have so much free time on their hands..)
Monday, August 14, 2006
Cartoon - 1
I love a Cartoon when it becomes a piece of pure human creativity, take this one for example , it is by an Egyptian artist called Sherief Arafa, and it deserves – in my opinion- the first prize in any international Cartoon Biennial, the beauty of this cartoon lies in the fact that it has no comment, and anyone on the face of the earth can understand it, regardless of his or her cultural or social background. however, it contains a deep philosophical idea : “ the angel that you adore is not as innocent as you may think..” , ( a couple of weeks ago I’ve watched a situation that reminded me so much of this cartoon, I guess life does imitate art after all..). The attention to the details is amazing, notice the sarcastic choice of the medieval atmosphere and the glass of wine of the bedside table, and most importantly the expression on each character's face, starting from the mean guy on the bed, to the hopeful look of the miserable lover and at last the face of the girl that carries the smile of someone who knows the truth but prefers to keep it to herself..
A cartoon that is so beautiful and so cruel at the same time..
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Pen
NASA spent 8 years and $12 billion developing a pen that could write in space. It needed to be able to work in zero gravity, at a range of temperatures, and be able to write on any surface.
The Russians used a pencil.
The Russians used a pencil.
WHY??
Well, I did it… my head is still trying to process it and my subconscious is still screaming: “ Come back you fool, you can’t do this…” .. To me, writing a Blog has always been a heroic act, something worthy of Greek mythology and the gods of the Olympus.. I’ve always thought that those who would dare to sit down to write their thoughts must be as important as Ghandi, Kafka or Al Aqad.. at least those have something to say.. But what about me? I don’t wake up all night thinking of brilliant ideas to solve humanity’s problems, nor do I spend countless hours debating Philosophy or studying Quantum Physics.. My life’s description doesn’t exceed the following words: slept, woke, went to work, ate then slept again.. The highlight of my day is when I get my dinner and my wildest dream is to find the poor lady that will agree to sacrifice and share this life with me..
So, what can I say that is so important, it can be written down in a Blog? My life is a long tiring series of errors, so what makes what I think matters to anybody? What did those poor people - who read these lines - do wrong to deserve all this? Why should I commit this crime then?..
To tell you the truth I don’t really know, may be it is some kind of an adventure or a challenge, maybe because I have nothing else to do, or maybe it is some kind of Ego, there is something really interesting in transforming your own problems that no one cares about except you into global issues that concern everybody else, ( I’m sure that Brad Pit and Jenifer Aniston felt some kind of excitement while watching the news of their divorce on every television channel on the world, celebrities life is not as miserable as they claim it to be..) it is wonderful to find a way to tell the whole world what you think no matter how silly, shallow or even stupid your thoughts are, this gives you a rare opportunity to sit wisely one day and say in a deep tone filled with sorrow: “I warned them but they didn’t care, if only the world have listened to me then, we wouldn’t have been in such a mess..”
Luckily, things don’t look so bleak, millions of people write their Blogs and nothing happened to them and it is kind of exaggeration to assume that the world will collapse just because I started to write mine…
However, all the above reasons may make sense, but what if there was something else? What if all this is just an attempt to learn something? Just a way for me to know Mohamed Hashem a little better.. it is not as easy as you may think.. how many of you can claim that they really know themselves? Walk down the street right now and ask the first person you meet what is your greatest flaw and you will hear wonders, some will say my greatest flaw is that I’m too kind or too trusting or too caring.. if that is the case, than what have we left for angels? And from where do all these thieves, murders and dictators come from..?
They say: it takes a great courage to know yourself for who it really is and even a greater courage to confront the others with this truth.. Well, maybe that is your fault my dear reader, you agreed to be the “other” who would listen to all this, you came to this Blog by your own will and no one forced you to read it.. it was your own decision, so don’t blame me for anything then..
But it is not too late, and you can leave if you want to, i can neither blame you nor promise you anything if you decided to stay, all I can say is that I’m glad that you are here, and that you are welcome to visit me every once and a while, and who knows? Things may not be that bad and we may even learn something together..
I’ve made my decision, so how about you ?
The door is open now..
Will you come in with me?
So, what can I say that is so important, it can be written down in a Blog? My life is a long tiring series of errors, so what makes what I think matters to anybody? What did those poor people - who read these lines - do wrong to deserve all this? Why should I commit this crime then?..
To tell you the truth I don’t really know, may be it is some kind of an adventure or a challenge, maybe because I have nothing else to do, or maybe it is some kind of Ego, there is something really interesting in transforming your own problems that no one cares about except you into global issues that concern everybody else, ( I’m sure that Brad Pit and Jenifer Aniston felt some kind of excitement while watching the news of their divorce on every television channel on the world, celebrities life is not as miserable as they claim it to be..) it is wonderful to find a way to tell the whole world what you think no matter how silly, shallow or even stupid your thoughts are, this gives you a rare opportunity to sit wisely one day and say in a deep tone filled with sorrow: “I warned them but they didn’t care, if only the world have listened to me then, we wouldn’t have been in such a mess..”
Luckily, things don’t look so bleak, millions of people write their Blogs and nothing happened to them and it is kind of exaggeration to assume that the world will collapse just because I started to write mine…
However, all the above reasons may make sense, but what if there was something else? What if all this is just an attempt to learn something? Just a way for me to know Mohamed Hashem a little better.. it is not as easy as you may think.. how many of you can claim that they really know themselves? Walk down the street right now and ask the first person you meet what is your greatest flaw and you will hear wonders, some will say my greatest flaw is that I’m too kind or too trusting or too caring.. if that is the case, than what have we left for angels? And from where do all these thieves, murders and dictators come from..?
They say: it takes a great courage to know yourself for who it really is and even a greater courage to confront the others with this truth.. Well, maybe that is your fault my dear reader, you agreed to be the “other” who would listen to all this, you came to this Blog by your own will and no one forced you to read it.. it was your own decision, so don’t blame me for anything then..
But it is not too late, and you can leave if you want to, i can neither blame you nor promise you anything if you decided to stay, all I can say is that I’m glad that you are here, and that you are welcome to visit me every once and a while, and who knows? Things may not be that bad and we may even learn something together..
I’ve made my decision, so how about you ?
The door is open now..
Will you come in with me?
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