Feminism in Literature/ George Sand

France, sometime in the 19th Century, a beautiful woman was always seen walking through the streets of Paris, dressed in men's clothes, her hair short like men, smoking and having access to places where women at that time were not allowed to go. She was a famous writer whose relations with great French figures as well as another homosexual relation with an actress gave the aristocratic society of Paris a full meal for gossip that satisfied their appetites for scandals. That was the Baroness Aurore Dudevant, known in literature as George Sand, the most famous French female writer of the 19th Century. One of the early figures of Feminism, George Sand's marriage to the Baron Dudevant and her two children Maurice and Solange did not prevent her from boldly leaving her husband and pursuing her flamboyant life that she wanted. In an attempt to mock the male dominated society, she enjoyed dressing and behaving like men in public. She even had her own male pseudonym, she got the last name from the novelist Jules Sandeau with whom she was in an intimate relationship that did not last long but brought to literature her first novel Rose et Blanche which they wrote together and had it published in 1831. She continued writing till her death in 1876 leaving 35 novels, 8 plays and 5 other works of literature, history and biography. Her famous novel, Indiana, tells the story of an unhappy wife who struggles to free herself from the imprisonment of marriage where she called it a form of slavery. Many of her novels, such as Valentine and Lélia, shocked the readers at that time with their frank exploration of women's sexual feelings and their passionate call for women's freedom to find emotional satisfaction. In spite of being a wonderful writer, many critics believe that her masterpiece is her 900 pages autobiography and of course she is most famous for her personality and lifestyle as well. George had several love affairs with famous men in Paris, including Jules Sandeau, Alfred de Musset, Frédéric Chopin, and others. She was friends with Eugène Delacroix, Franz Liszt and of course, most famously, with Chopin where they had a complicated relationship, going from friends, to lovers, to finally ending up in something more like a mother-son relationship which was one of the most intriguing and unlikely in history. Her books had a strong effect on literary figures like Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Dostoevsky, Proust and others. The Great Russian writer, Turgenev described her saying "What a brave man she was, and what a good woman." And she was described by de Musset as "the most womanly woman". Baudelaire, on the other hand was against her to the point of insulting her in public saying "She is stupid, heavy and garrulous. Her ideas on morals have the same depth of judgment and delicacy of feeling as those of janitresses and kept women... The fact that there are men who could become enamored of this slut is indeed a proof of the abasement of the men of this generation." That was George Sand, a rebellious, cross-dressing, cigar-smoking, scandalously-acting woman writer who lived at a time that was certainly much more of a man's world, a woman who was not afraid to be herself come what may. Finally I end with her very famous quote "There is only one happiness in life, is to love and be loved."

Feminism in Literature/ Sappho

Although Historians and Critics date the first wave of the Feminism movement to the end of the nineteenth century, Feminist writing started thousands of years before that and hundreds of years BC. The oldest of such writings belong to the great Greek female poet and writer, Sappho. Sappho was born in the island of Lesbos in ancient Greece sometime between 630 and 612 BC. Not much is known or confirmed about her life but she is believed to be an aristocrat leading a good life that made her free to experience and write. She also had her own political activities that sent her to exile in Sicily. Coming from Greece, the land of lyrics, Sappho had her own innovative style and she is believed to have composed the music to be accompanying her poetry while performed on theatre. Her style is very melodic and most of her works deal with love, loss, separation and other romantic issues and even some of her works were homoerotic. This brings us to a very controversial part of Sappho's life and works which is female homosexuality. Sappho's works are famous for their homosexual content and most of her poems are love poems from her to many other females. The word Lesbian that is still used to describe female homosexuals is actually derived from Lesbos, the island where she used to live, but this was not a problem at her time as she was living in the ancient Greek society that honored homosexuality among men and women. Regardless the content, Sappho is considered one of the most famous female poets and although she was born over 2000 years ago, her works are still read and studied. Finally, I leave you with one of her works: I have not had one word from her Frankly I wish I were dead When she left, she wept a great deal; she said to me, "This parting must be endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly." I said, "Go, and be happy but remember (you know well) whom you leave shackled by love "If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared "all the violet tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck "myrrh poured on your head and on soft mats girls with all that they most wished for beside them "while no voices chanted choruses without ours, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song..."

The Lamp (from the sayings of Jesus)

"No one lights a lamp and hides it in a jar or puts it under a bed. Instead, he puts it on a stand, so that those who come in can see the light" Luke 8:16

A Candle in The Heart!

There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled. In separation from the lover, there is a cut waiting to be stitched. O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burning fire of love---- Love comes of its own free will, it can't be learned in any school. From the poetry of Rumi...

A New Story

I have finished the initial script for a new story, I haven't chosen the title yet. Finding the right title could take me months and it is really much more difficult than writing the story and designing the characters. In the new story I'm tackling one sided love and how powerful human beings can be in hiding their feelings. Wish me luck to find the right title soon

Lady Chatterley's Lover

Can we live without sex? Is there really a contrast between the mind and the body or they compliment each other? What happens when an aristocratic Lady decides to give away her life that is "all mind" and open up to her physical self, with a common man from a working class? Can a relation of tenderness, physical pleasure and mutual respect exist between those two lovers? All these questions and many other related ones form the plot of the novel Lady Chatterley's Lover written by the British writer D H Lawrence (1885-1930) and considered as his masterpiece and extremely controversial book. The book is full of explicit sexual scenes, extremely physical, with illicit descriptions and all the obscene words you can imagine. The book was written in 1928, revealing much of the hypocrisy of the aristocratic life of England at that time, portraying a sexual relationship that grows between an aristocratic lady and a common man when both are married and of course the sexual content were all reasons behind banning the book that was not published in the UK until 1960 by Penguin Print House, an action that lead the publishers to court in what was known as the Obscenity Trial. The publishers were demanded to prove that the book is one of literature otherwise they would be sentenced to a verdict. A committee was assigned to evaluate the book and finally the verdict was "Not Guilty" No wonder when one of the important members of the evaluating committee was the famous British writer E. M. Forseter, known for being homosexual, having his own works with sexual content and one of the most famous works of gay literature, Maurice. Lawrence himself, although has been married, had some homosexual encounters in his life and like all his works, Lady Chatterley's lover has a female at the center of events. Constance Chatterley, an aristocratic lady who is forced to live a life of mind with her disabled husband gets encountered with Mellors, her husband's game keeper. Slowly but profoundly they start a sexual relationship that brings both of them happiness, not because of the sex alone but because….. Well I do recommend you read the book yourself, thanks to the freedom our age is currently having, it is available everywhere now and also online (link below) One last thing, although the book is full of sexual scenes, it is not really all about sex, read it and you will see. Finally I end this long email with the first lines of the book: "Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. This was more or less Constance Chatterley's position. The war had brought the roof down over her head. And she had realized that one must live and learn."

From my diary about 2007

A new year is starting today, in the last year many things happened to me, good and bad, pain mingled with happiness, shocks with illusions, experiences here and abroad but above all, an increased self awareness and corrections for many mistakes. I've always labelled the year 2000 as the toughest year of my life, but last January changed this with the shock it brought me and with hosting the darkest days of my life, surprisingly enough, followed by the best days of my life when I spent three months in Europe. February saw me carrying my suitcase and seeking refuge in Germany where I found parts of myself by the lake in Muenster, in Beethoven's house in Bonn, in the cathedral of Cologne and in the opera house of Berlin. Visiting Holland and Belgium was another event to be celebrated and again I found parts of myself in Anne Frank's house and Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam, starring at The Girl with a Pearl earring in the Mauritz house in The Hague and with my friend Birger in Brussels. Easter in Germany was an unforgettable experience and the love and support I had from the people there was more than I really thought I could get or even deserve. May witnessed me coming back home with a 55 Kg suitcase full of things and a mind and heart full of memories. The summer started with a tremendous wave of depression and absurd nostalgic feelings to Europe in general and Germany in particular, to the places where I never felt like a foreigner and found ultimate happiness. Summer that I hate rewarded me for that by strange encounters and mjor question marks, most of which haven't been answered yet. But August sent me to Switzerland where in that beautiful country and over its amazing Alps I found more parts of me, a week later I was in Munich and Salzburg wondering if life could ever be more rewarding. In September I had to say good bye to my best friend wishing him all the best in his new life and career in Germany and spending the whole month of Ramadan trying to handle the emptiness his departure left me and the longing I had for him, something that brought me closer to God. October found me in London walking through its streets grasping parts of me in The National Gallery, by the river Thames, on the Tower Bridge, in Hyde park and with the company of my dear friend David. November brought me an unpleasant experience but then made it up to me with a trip to Tehran where I enjoyed the wonderful country and the company of my sweet friend Beno. Then along came December, with a welcoming winter that was long waited for, with a new light that only God knows where it would take me and with lots of hopes and fears but above all, with an unbreakable will and a mighty belief in myself, supported by the love and care I get from people around me and my faith in God. Then starts 2008, and may all my wishes for this year come true... Happy New Year

Divorce in Egypt

There are 88,000 divorces annually in Egypt , 35% of which in the first year of marriage. Currently, there are 2.5 million divorced women in Egypt . That was an ad on the Egyptian newspapers forwarded to me by my dear friend Camel. What he found sad is not only the figures, but the focus on women. Unlike my friend I was not surprised at all, I would have been surprised if our newspapers involved men as damaged persons because of the divorce, I would have said "Wow, seems like we're finally admitting that women are equal to men" but no, we have a long long way to go, a way that hasn't started yet and I wonder if it will ever start... Our society regards divorce as a crisis for women only, a woman would endure a horrible marriage with all kinds of unhuman things starting from lack of money, dignity, sexual satisfaction, emotions and up to being totally responsible for her family just to stay "married" because she would rather be married and miserable than divorced. Divorce is still considered by some families as a scandal to their daughters, society regards a divorced woman as guilty by default, blamed by most of the people because she had to endure and there are always a thousand and one reasons and possibilities for this enduring. Furthermore, a divorced woman is regarded a very good potential for sex by sexually frustrated men around her (and they are a lot), as -according to them- she is not as untouchable as virgins having lost her virginity already, she is more accepting to the idea and now being lonely she definitely needs a man! Divorce is rarely an issue for a divorced man if he thinks of another marriage, and many single women who have never been married before would gladly go for the proposal, he is a man! A divorced mother is always a question mark when her daughter starts her own marriage with the primary research about the families, the suitor's family would be seriously concerned that her mother is divorced and like mother like daughter, but the father, he is a man!

Are you the one?

And suddenly in the middle of a stressful working day I get this wave of passion that drowns me bombarded by flashes of memories haunted by a painful past hoping of a better future torn between two ways forward or backward shall I get out of the shell shall I follow my heart that only brought me drops of happiness followed by oceans of pain and in my head I still hear John the Baptist sending his messengers to Jesus: "Is it you or shall we wait for another?"

The Birth of Light

It's Christams day, the world is celebrating the birth of the most wonderful human being ever walked on earth. His Birth was a birth of light and the world needed him and still needs him, his words have changed the life of many people and still do. I'm proud I was born in the same days and soon I will be celebrating my 29th Birthday, with hopes and wishes and happiness to be that related to Jesus.... Merry Christmas

Life is Strange!

There is no standard for human nature. And this strange life even makes it more complicated. Yestreday's lover is today's enemy and today's enemy is tomorrow's friend. People change, things get misunderstood and then clarified (or not) actions get misinterpreted, sometimes we see things as we want to see them not as they really are. A painful past experience can keep haunting you forever and changing your perceptions of everything, you start caring for things you never noticed before and you tend to ignore things that used to be priorities and the list is endless.... It is a strange life that we have to live till the end, do we have a choice?

Alexander The Great and how the Iranians see him

Still following the footsteps of Alexander, I took the chance and mentioned his name to my Iranian friends when I was in Tehran last week, regardless their background and religious beliefes, they all agreed on one thing: that he was an evil person and their main source of hatred is that he destroyed the Takhte Jamshid, or Persepolis, the ancient capital of the glorious Persian empire of the ancient times. They regard him as a symbol of evil and hatred, they deliver these to children and even in their history books and at schools, they see him as equally evil as Satan. According to them, Alexander was a strong leader who wanted to conquer their empire and destroy it out of pure jealousy and because he wanted to defeat them to claim himself the world leader. He did and he even destroyed their beautiful capital, burned many cities, killed many people including women and children, destroyed their temples and holly places. They hate him absolutely that just mentioning the name "Eskander" as they call him, their faces really turn very angry. The Iranians -unlike many nations in the world- are still in a very close contact with their history, they love their country and they are proud of its heritage, many of them still call their children ancient names of Persian heroes and names that are stemming from their ancient history. No wonder that they will hate Alexander in such a way. But there is always another face for the truth, Alexander did defeat the Persians and destroyed their capital and sacred places, but many historians see this as actually liberating Greece from the Persian occupation (at that time Persia was ruling the world even Egypt was part of the Persian Empire) and burning the Takhte Jamshid is nothing but an act of revenge for the Acropolis Temple of Athens that has been destroyed by the Persians! Well, I guess it's history, you can see it from different ways and you can actually hear people saying the same events in totally different scenarios, having a winner means there has been a loser, and the two stories would never be the same, at least from the emotional and human point of view. Again, Alexander, an angel or a devil, a hero or a villain, call him whatever you like, still he is one of the Greatest men in history.

The question of Virginity

Our culture bestows on us that women are second degree creatures, not only by men but even some women themselves (I know many women who strongly believe that they are nothing without thier husbands because they are women and they even deliver the same concept to their children) So it is logic that the upper creature has more privilage than the lower one. As a matter of fact, this privilage includes many things that are related to sex, a man is so proud to show his sexual preferences to everyone, he has the right to talk about which women he likes and why, watching TV he can comment that this woman is sexy, and so on, while a girl usually keeps these comments to herself or her friends. Our society does not look at a man who sleeps with women outside marriage in the same way it looks at women who do the same. Similarly, a man can have a girlfriend and considered normal by his family, mothers are very proud to see their sons with girls while their reaction will be dramatic if she discovers her daughter is seeing someone. although religion does not separate in such things. Apart from sex, something like smoking, people get shocked to see women smoking while a smoking man is something u never stop at, although scientifically there is no difference, smoking harms both equally. a man is allowed to go out with his friends and stay out late while a girl should be home by 9 or 10 because she is a girl. An the list is endless. Virginity is complicated in our culture, it encompasses many things, among which: 1-Some men see it a sign of chastity, because a girl is either a virgin or not and if she's not a virging you can never tell if she has been with 1, 10, 100, 1000 men. 2-A non virgin means that she has some experience in sex, most men do not like that because this means the woman can identify if he's good or bad while with a virgin wouldn't be able to tell. 3-Of course the "I am the first" pride, that feeds the male ego. 4-A virgin gives a sense of security to the man that she will never betray him after marriage. Virginity is a representative of the honour of a whole family. Most men deal with women as sexual objects, while men are not, as if women have no desire, so the woman has to be covered while a very good looking man is not requested to hide his beauty, although the story of Joseph the prophet proves that men can be a source of sexual attraction to the point that the ladies cut their hands. A funny thing, our language has a word that describes a sexually attractive woman (Mozza) but there is no equivalent word for men :)

Of Life and People!

Isn't it really a cruel Life! We're supposed t live it without having the free will to leave it when we feel we've had enough. And we're forced to prevent ourselves from doing bad things and fight this evil that is a very basic part of human nature. And even if you did manage to fight it and stay good, you're forced to deal with it in other people, beacause you don't have another choice! And after all the bad experience you might have come through, you're supposed to stay good and clean from any stains that life might leave in you. And you're not supposed to end up confused, or to loose your mind or even your faith. Isn't it really a cruel Life?

Drowned youth while escaping to Europe!

I totally sympathize with these youth trying to escape from Egypt in an illegal way, I actually find it logic given the situation in our country. Those people are really in seek of a better life, and here I mean better with their own definition, not a better car, a bigger apartment in some luxurious area or not a better job that pays few thousands more. Actually with my own definition, they were seeking a life so to start. I don't see them as criminals or as regarded by our Mofty as guilty (I think there are more guilty people up there, but who dares talk about them) I don't think we can judge an action after cutting it from the context, just look at the whole picture, read on their backgrounds and their social level, both financially and mentally, it's everybody's right to develop and have a better life, akeed we are not here to have a daily life that is nothing but constant suffering, starting from the moment you open your eyes untill you get back to bed, assuming that you can sleep in the first place. bad jobs, very low quality of life, bad food, unhealthy atmosphere, absolutley no service, and the list can go till tomorrow.... . I don't see those young men as lazy people who want it the easiest way, not at all, if they were lazy they would have never thought of any advancement and they would have thanked God for what they have no matter how bad and little it is. I think concepts of Reda and kana3a and if u don't do what u like like what u do and such nice soothing and calming words lost their effect and really start to sound ridiculous. Egypt is moving, literally falling down, I mean it, just look around you and see what there is not what you want to see, the country is moving, I totally agree, isn't falling down a kind of movement. If you stop whatever you are doing right now and just spend few minutes looking around you, you will see it, if you want to. Politics, Government and religious authority that lost its effect and constantly making fool of itself, and effectively confusing people who are already confused enough. Why would anyone stick to such life and not seek escape anywhere that seems better, and what is better than Europe? Just simply look at them and look at us... And by the way, based on my OWN experience in several European countries, the myths of racism, coldness, harsh life ceased to exist, exactly like the legends of gad3ana and shahama are disappearing. My job in research and product development makes me constantly get updated with innovations all over the world and in all fields. My God, we are no where, literally NO WHERE! I see these people very similar to Joseph K., the character in Franz Kafka's "The Trial" who found himself in prisoned and charged by a crime that he doesn't know, but unlike Joseph, those prisoners who were imprisoned without any crime did something hoping it will be the way of escape, I totally sympathise with them and I don't see tham as criminals at all, give people a life that suits human beings and then see if they will stay or escape before judging the actions in this very childish way.

The Old Window

Sleeping streets and houses in darkness and silence all alone with the memory of a lost love looking through an old window Do you remember my dear old window when I first tasted that love with an enchanting eye contact and a heavenly touch why did we choose to love why did we choose to part and how did we forget that easily what we swore to be faithful for Now you're calling my name and I'm calling yours untill the longing fades away and disappears with what is meant to be I know that our dreams got lost in our days and my feelings are meaningless now how did we part for years and walk in separate ways and how did we give away our passion in a blink of an eye Now you're calling my name and I'm calling yours till the longing fades away and disappears with what is meant to be Sleeping streets and houses in darkness and silence all alone with the memory of a lost love looking through an old window An Egyptian song that I translated

Alexander The Great

Yesterday I had a very nice chance to watch the BBC documentary about Alexander the great and I was really impressed. The films was shot in real locations starting from his Birth place in Macedonia/Greece till his end in Babylon. It was a wonderful opportunity to trace the footsteps of this great man who really changed history and affected humanity in an incomparable way. Alexander is one of the most controversial characters in history, regarded as a brave warrior, an insatiable conqueror, a magnificent king, a patriotic citizen, a civilization builder, a devil, a horned beast, a heartless fighter, a brilliant planner, a down to earth leader, an emotional human, an egotist, a homosexual, a challenger and the list of names is endless.... I'm not surprised why uptill now Alexander still evokes this passion to study him and trace his footsteps, movies are still made about his short life (he died at the age of 33) and books are still written about his glory, people may agree or disagree on whether he was good or bad, but no one denies that he was a great man, no body can. Alexander conquered the world in 8 years and immortalized his name in history by his own footsteps, nothing stopped him from creating his glory marching with his army through the vast deserts of Egypt, the deep waters of Lebanon, the merciless warriors of Persia, the scary mountains of Afghanistan and the dangerous jungles of India. For the first time in history, a kingdom was created encompassing Greece in the north, Egypt in the west and China in the east. Historians believe he conquered all the known inhabited land at his time, he literally owned the world. What else could we expect from a man who knew no words as pessimism or weakness or retreat, a single minded approach he never changed in his life. Humanity owes a lot to this great man and we as Egyptians should thank him for Alexandria, that immortal magical city that has the first and biggest library in the world, and the light house that is one of the seven wonders of the ancient world, an international university that changed the world and a cultural center that never ceased to to emit its light to mankind. Yesterday's movie was really absorbing and the idea of seeing the places where he literally walked with his army was breath taking, extremely different ways people see him was a thought provoking issue that still occupies my mind, the eternal question about any leader, a God or a Devil? I believe neither, a leader is still a man, human being, goods and bads, great works and mistakes, who said a leader has to be any of both? I recommend two important and extremely controversial works related to this event: 1- Adventure story, a play by the British playwrite Sir Terence Rattigan (1911-1977), unlike most of the works about Alexander, it has a very strong theme of spirituality, a totally new aspect of Alexander's character and an indication that his journey all over the world was with the aim of becoming a God. 2- Alexander, Oliver Stone's film that was made in 2004, starring Colin Farrel as Alexander with brilliant perfomance and also starring Anthony Hopkins, Angelina Jolie and Val Kilmer in brand new roles. the film costed 155 Million US Dollars and was shot in London, Malta, Morocco, India and the Himalayas. The film focuses on the human side as well as the warrior in Alexander's character with special focus on his bisexuality and his relationship with his male friend and lover Hephaistion and his Persian wife Roxan. The film created a lot of controversy and was fought against mainly by the Greeks who refused that their great leader was shown as a homosexual and the Iranians who didn't like the scenes showing the defeat of the Persian army. I end this very long post with word that still rings in my mind, said by Michael Wood, the adventurer who was following the footsteps of Alexander, he said "Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely" Very true!!!

The game is on again A lover or a friend A big thing or a small The winner takes it all ABBA

A definition for Love!

I don't think we can define love by words, a spoken language will never be able to describe or give an exact definition for love, love is feelings and feelings are made to be felt not described or defined by words. Languages might be able to bring us close to the meaning but will never be able to define love.

A New Start

Some people believe they're able to forget their past, bury it, and just start anew. Well, I think this could be possible but it all depends on how this past was and what does it have that we want to hide or bury? Was it a hurt we have or give? Painful experience we passed through or made people pass through? Were we wrong or have we been wronged? All people make mistakes and God is there to forgive and give other chances, but what if the price of the mistake we did was paid by someone else, could the mistakes of the past be forgiven when this person is still suffering because of our mistakes? An Egyptian proverb says "He who forgets his past is lost" I believe it is from the past that you can have an idea about the future...

What books should we read?

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us...We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us" Franz Kafka

The Metamorphosis

"When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin" With this simple, bizarre and shocking sentence Kafka starts his most famous work, The Metamorphosis. Through this strange and unlogic transfiguration of a human being, Kafka opens the door wide for an unlimited flow of thoughts and questions. Many people said they would start up their life again as an insect if they were in Samsa's place, others preferred to commit suicide. But isn't it worth thinking? The story is very short, about 55 pages but quite profound in a shocking way, as all Kafka's works, the themes of melancholy, negativity, loss and heistation are very obvious in this book that people either hate or love, I even heard yesterday from a friend that the whole story is a bout "a cockroach who died", isn't it amazing how people perceive the same thing in totally different ways? On Wednesday October 31st, twelve young people were gathering in a very nice restaurant in Mohandesseen discussing the book, learning more about Kafka's life and sharing many of his quotes. If you had the chance to see them, you would have seen a small man in his twenties talking passionately and discussing the book and Kafka's life. Had it been possible for people to see inside each other, you would have seen inside him a mixture of contradictory feelings. You could agree or disagree whether the book is good or bad, but you could never miss the passion in his voice and eyes, although he was trying hard to hide his tears when he was talking about Kafka's end dying alone in Vienna after a long struggle with tuberculosis. I finally did it, after about 20 years of reading The Metamorphosis for the first time, I was there discussing it and sharing my passion for Kafka with most of the closest persons to me including my little sister Salma. Don't we agree with Kafka when he said: "By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The non-existent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired"

The Fading Light

Face book connects people beyond imagination, old classmates, neighbors, friends and even lovers. When they met after years of breaking up through facebook, each one had his own perception of this reunion that left her with a final decision and left him with a fact he never noticed before. Through journeys inside the characters, an eternal conflict between the heart and the mind, telepathy and painful love, facebook plays the major role in this ultra short fast-paced story that matches our age. Contact me for the full story ;)

Good Bye my Best Friend!

Good Bye my Best Friend, my world will never be the same after you go and the emptiness you're leaving in my life, no one can ever fill... No one can ever fill!

Good Bye my Best Friend!

Good bye my best friend, not asingle day will I stop thinking of you and wishing you all the best

One of Us

They passed me by, all of those great romances You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances My picture clear, everything seemed so easy And so I dealt you the blow One of us had to go Now its different, I want you to know One of us is crying One of us is lying In her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely One of us is only Waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all I saw myself as a concealed attraction I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving Thats how I started the show One of us had to go Now Ive changed and I want you to know One of us is crying One of us is lying In her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely One of us is only Waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all Never left at all Staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely One of us is only Waiting for a call A song by ABBA

The Third Scenario

In the third Scenario of my new story "The second chance" the girl leaves her partner after suffering from his selfshness and self centered character, only to discover a part of her character that she didn't notice or may be didn't want to admit. Ask me for the details ;)

The Second Chance

"It was not easy to remove him from her life, uprooting a tree always leaves a hole in the ground, deep and profound one. What she was doing during the last months was attempting to refill the hole or to hide it from everyone even herself" Having a female character at the centre of events, breaking up was her decision after considerable suffering. She managed for quite some time to overcome the pains of the past and live without him. But when she receives an email from her ex asking for a second chance, the story moves in three different scenarios. The first scenario has betrayal as the main theme, the deeply wounded betrayed woman expresses her pains and bitterness with strong insulting words: "No, I'm sorry, I lost my respect to you when I knew how animal like you were. I lost my trust in you with the endless lies, with the number of times you swore and you were lying, with the lies you kept telling me even after I knew about your sordidly sinful other side, which is actually the real you. And after all this you expect me to be back to you but why? Let's talk logic, what is so special about you to make me hang on you forever? I was just healing my wounds and trying to escape from the trauma of being deceived and as soon as I was regaining my self confidence that you so sordidly shattered you just open all my wounds anew. I can't understand you and I hope I will never do. I’m really happy with my inability to understand you; human beings never understood how animals behave...." The second scenario has no betrayal, it's more about human weakness in front of love, she surrenders to her heart and gives him the second chance: "Just having his name in her inbox erased all the bad things he did to her and, just reading the first few words started that eternal dominoes effect inside her heart. That deeply wounded smashed heart rose from its ruins just like the legendary phoenix, her stupid weak wounded heart won the battle at the end. She was clicking on the reply button and starting to figure out what she would say but she found herself snatching her mobile phone and dialing his number that she has already deleted from her list. She had the number carved in her brain and she dialed it slowly, each press on a button was like touching a part of his warm body, she didn’t plan what she would say, the river doesn’t need a guide to reach its end..." The Third scenario is still under construction, it has to be something completely different :)

Why people forget what they do?

Human beings usually tend to forget the bad things they did. And after sometime they even hate anything or anyone that reminds them of these bad things, but God is there, watching and managing. People say what goes round comes round, and God says in the holly Kor2an "Whoever has done an atom weight of good shall see it and whoever has done an atom weight of evil shall see it"

The Tulip is back to The Desert

I'm back to my country, my work, my beloved family and friends and back to all the things that I love and hate here. The last three months were a lifetime experience and were the best of all my life. I worked, had fun, made friends, travelled around Europe, had huge doses of art, culture and beauty, I challenged myself and stretched it into far away horizons. In short, I fulfilled one of my dreams and got back with enormous power to live and give. I'm back to my lovely blog and at first I thought of deleting some of the previous posts or comments but when I thought about it, I decided to leave it as it is, let this blog be something like a life book, witnessing things that happened to me and emotional states that I had over the last year and more to come as well. So I'm back and will be posting about my experience in Europe where I felt like home, isn't Europe the natural home of tulips?