The Last TICKET

I was going home around nine pm today, I took the hardest but the fastest way to go home. I took a ride from Madint Nasr to Ramses and from Ramses to Gize and at last from Giza to home. While I was on my way to Giza...I checked my ticket out and realized it will be the last ticket I would cut for that purpose.

I realized that 52 days had passed since I started that job, that I have learned more than I have given in it. It wasn't just knowledge, but responsibility and a taste from the real world.

I realized that I would miss all the rides to home, where I got to see the Nile with all its beauty. I realized I would miss taking public transportations among the poor people who represent the real face of our society. I would miss trying new buses and lines everyday.

But life goes on...and that was my LAST TICKET

The other meaning of Freedom

Spending time outside the walls of the prison means you have to recognize another type of freedom you should have.

Freedom of Thoughts:

To be free from anything that may capture your mind for a long time, that may lead you to bang your head into the wall to get them out of your mind, that may make you sick in all meaning of the word, that may make you insomniac, that will make you just a PRISONER TO THESE THOUGHTS, that WILL make your LIFE...JUST HELL.

Freedom of the HEART:

When someone hurts you so badly that your heart bleeds all the time, When you can't forgive those who wounded your heart, When you can't let go of the things that left a large scar on your heart, When you have so much hate towards someone, When you want to inflict so much pain on someone, When you want to hurt those who hurt you and see them suffer. It's when your heart is a PRISONER TO THESE FEELINGS OF PAIN, HATE and ENVY....

Freedom of the Soul:

When your Soul is so tired and worn out, When your soul is so materialistic, When your soul is so busy drinking the bool of Sins, When your soul becomes a dark dirty burning one. Your Soul is a PRISONER TO THESE MATERIALS OF LIFE AND DESIRES...

WHEN YOU FREE YOURSELF FROM THOSE IMPRiSONING THINGS, YOU WILL FINALLY LIVE FREE

OBsessions...!!!

There was a hair sticking out among her entire hair and I kept looking at it...

The Slide was a bit tilted on the screen...that was annoying

His shirt wasn't iorned well...

The potato chips weren't lying evenly in the frying pan...

The tomatos chops weren't the same size...

That thougt kept running over and over...

The curor was shown on the desktop...

The boxes on the slides weren't of the same size...

Small bills in my right pocket, large ones in the left

mobile in the right, ID in the left

Walking on a compelete block of stone...

Writing the letters vertically...

Even Numbers...

Washing the tab after washing my hands...

a hundred...tommorow a thousand!

Every day, I climb one...
Everyday, I step ten down...
It's almost like...I will fall down someday

What is the meaning of my life, if I forget sometimes?

What is the meaning of leaving behind moments of happiness and bringing to the next stair loads of pain?

what is the meaning of running away from a fire breaking out down there?

what is the meaning of the end of those stairs, if only we start climbing more of them?

Before I go to sleep

I struggle so hard with the idea, I feel like it would happen at that moment, I think of how small it is, I think of how dark it is, I know am scared and I know that nothing would ever calm my fears or fill the voids in the image in my head.

I know I will go there some day, I know I will be left alone there, but as hard as it is and as much as I believe it; I don't feel it is coming soon.

I know it can happen anytime, but when I think maybe it will happen while am sleeping; I abandon it and leave it to start worrying again, getting more scared and more worried about what to come and what to expect.

As simple as a fact, as hard to live.

A month or a day?

They were in my hand, a whole punch. Suddenly, they started to slip away; like they are running from something, maybe my hot hands, or maybe it got sick of how poorly Ithink of it.

I thought it was me only, but when I checked out the people around me; they all had the same thing going on.

I realized that it's not time that just passes away fast; it is our attitude towards it that makes it pass fast. Am more worried about the days to come, when the month is like a day and NOTHING CAN BE DONE.