tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69308894582766946372024-02-19T09:07:23.656-08:00Ahmad's WorldMy world is ...MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-33808839872143801792012-04-27T11:13:00.003-07:002012-04-27T11:13:39.134-07:00The animal in you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you want to see how animalistic humans are, watch them when they are angry. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Humans invented clothes to hide their animalistic nature, but did they kill the animal in them? They spend all their lives trying to hide it, deny it and they feel ashamed of it... It is not shameful or unacceptable. I think we need to be courageous enough to accept it instead of oppressing it, or to be fair "attempting to oppress it". </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sometimes, I feel I need to shout "it is ok to be an animal" just be a good one!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01372/shirt2_1372809a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="348" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01372/shirt2_1372809a.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div>
<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-30901705027730461232012-04-22T06:05:00.002-07:002012-04-22T06:07:37.556-07:00The last push!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sometimes all you need to do is push. Like one bird twittering in a country filled with noise. Like, when running for a mile all your my muscles feel stressed, unable to go on, lungs about to explode, and I can no longer go on, it is that extra push that makes me keep on going. Who know how many extra pushes does one have! I feel like I am the only one calling on people to hang on to their lives when they see a flood coming, ravaging whatever it meets. Everyone makes one's reality, but what if everyone wants a shitty reality, and I want a wonderful one! Which will affect which! Which will dominate?</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://resources0.news.com.au/images/2010/07/23/1225896/290976-china-floods.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://resources0.news.com.au/images/2010/07/23/1225896/290976-china-floods.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-41904324142620440022011-11-09T12:58:00.000-08:002011-11-09T13:07:04.004-08:00They do not give a fuck about us!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Actually, let me put it this way, I do not buy what BIG companies promote, because they do not know what is good for me. Did you notice that the buying cycle has changed miserably? </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When one feels that one needs something, he/she searches for the best stuff for him/her and buy it. The cycle is reversed these days. Once a company advertize a product one feels the need for it. Once a clothing line promotes something, one feels the urge to have it. Once a brand is so popular, one feels that he/she must acquire one of its products. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">When I think about it, I feel i</span><span style="font-size: large;">t is strange</span><span style="font-size: large;">. What makes a company promote something that hard, and pressure it everywhere all the time? Money? It would never occur to me that they care for me that much! They are not so concerned whether I need it or not, they care to sell it, actually, they don't give a fuck about us, they give a fuck about our cash, so I have decided -after trying for some time- to reject that, and respond "I don't give a fuck about these companies either". I will search for the best for me whether it is a brand or not, and I would rather support local businesses. I think it is good to support good local products rather than playing a part in that MASS PRODUCTION vicious trap. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Think about it, do you really believe those businesses which claim they care about you and your needs?</span></div>
<div style="color: black; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="color: black; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">This goes on with the monopoly that some websites lead. I use search engines like Yahoo, Bing, Ask or Google. Does it have to be GOOGLE only? I understand that these big websites like Google and Facebook try to own it all, but one should consider himself/herself an individual with sense to choose what one wants to do. Take Facebook for instance, it works on and on to own almost all of our time on internet by adding chat, notifications (all the time to keep visiting) then (recently) video call, and who knows what is next. In old days, I used to use yahoo messenger and MSN messenger, Skype and Facebook, which was healthy. Facebook tries to dominate internet to be only about Facebook, don't you think so! I am not refusing Facebook, it is a very good company, I am just thinking about encouraging competition. I believe we are responsible, we kill many good products by acting in this sheepish way of following what is in fashion.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Clothing lines, fastfood companies and websites are trying to kill our identities by claiming they know what is the "best" for us. It is time to choose. I believe, it is time to decide what is best for us. We are different. I think, everyone has his/her own taste and style that could be somewhere far from what is promoted, but some do not have the time to search for it.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YludU3_KswH2jFY0L3ENCbtuqH864hBTs1wF7u3M754_pEFxqBBn3Wgz75GNA7Jmd01c82_tGTArmge3Hkm3rIeDgoabQPkTgkEBXhS7sG-amFjGJq9f1oGSLgFkd34PdS07NY0Gf5kY/s1600/facebook_icon_typography_by_looolcoc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YludU3_KswH2jFY0L3ENCbtuqH864hBTs1wF7u3M754_pEFxqBBn3Wgz75GNA7Jmd01c82_tGTArmge3Hkm3rIeDgoabQPkTgkEBXhS7sG-amFjGJq9f1oGSLgFkd34PdS07NY0Gf5kY/s400/facebook_icon_typography_by_looolcoc.jpg" width="395" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">facebook_icon_typography_by_looolcoc</span></div>
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-31700937013061306912011-11-02T08:12:00.000-07:002011-11-02T08:12:48.484-07:00Excuse me, when do you live exactly?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:WordDocument>
<w:View>Normal</w:View>
<w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>
<w:TrackMoves/>
<w:TrackFormatting/>
<w:PunctuationKerning/>
<w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/>
<w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>
<w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent>
<w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>
<w:DoNotPromoteQF/>
<w:LidThemeOther>EN-GB</w:LidThemeOther>
<w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian>
<w:LidThemeComplexScript>AR-SA</w:LidThemeComplexScript>
<w:Compatibility>
<w:BreakWrappedTables/>
<w:SnapToGridInCell/>
<w:WrapTextWithPunct/>
<w:UseAsianBreakRules/>
<w:DontGrowAutofit/>
<w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/>
<w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/>
<w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/>
<w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/>
<w:Word11KerningPairs/>
<w:CachedColBalance/>
</w:Compatibility>
<w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel>
<m:mathPr>
<m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/>
<m:brkBin m:val="before"/>
<m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/>
<m:smallFrac m:val="off"/>
<m:dispDef/>
<m:lMargin m:val="0"/>
<m:rMargin m:val="0"/>
<m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/>
<m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/>
<m:intLim m:val="subSup"/>
<m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/>
</m:mathPr></w:WordDocument>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
DefSemiHidden="true" DefQFormat="false" DefPriority="99"
LatentStyleCount="267">
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="0" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Normal"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="heading 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 9"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 9"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="35" QFormat="true" Name="caption"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="10" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Title"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="1" Name="Default Paragraph Font"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="11" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtitle"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="22" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Strong"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="20" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="59" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Table Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Placeholder Text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="1" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="No Spacing"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Revision"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="34" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="List Paragraph"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="29" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Quote"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="30" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Quote"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="19" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtle Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="21" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="31" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtle Reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="32" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="33" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Book Title"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="37" Name="Bibliography"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" QFormat="true" Name="TOC Heading"/>
</w:LatentStyles>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]>
<style>
/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-priority:99;
mso-style-qformat:yes;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin-top:0cm;
mso-para-margin-right:0cm;
mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;
mso-para-margin-left:0cm;
line-height:115%;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:11.0pt;
font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";
mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;
mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;
mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;
mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}
</style>
<![endif]-->
<div style="color: blue;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Coldness no longer makes me quiver. I am no longer looking for warmth. It is
no longer a priority. Isn't it startling? I am twenty five but not as sensible
to coldness as when I was twenty! I used to detest cold weather. I used to bury
my body alive in cloth. </span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">It keeps pushing me to think, that question of when exactly does one live?
At what age? At which point in life does one travel and discover life? When
does one free one's self of these heavy metal chains of society, family,
friends and work?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">That slow tide of work and home, home and work, work and home, home and work
and old friends that suck life out of any human being until one wakes up abruptly
with a fragile body and sixty years on one's back. </span><br />
<div style="color: #38761d;">
<span style="font-size: large;">At that point mind keeps explaining its actions, providing evidence of
success; that vague word that blind those who see, like gold, for me,
invaluable. </span></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">When will you travel? When will you swim in different seas? When will you
try new stuff? When will you breathe different airs? When will you experience
life, real life? </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><div style="color: #cc0000;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe my idea of life is not real life, but those who live out of the jungle
wonder how can monkeys manage to live all their life jumping from one tree to
another, looking for food and a good fuck. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DZ6pppBYxGvVbRLPJRz2ESQJ4L2kkVMmnZySqcMBlIP0hEwrQ9m6i4q1Irr0vAWQBAF7wpXMussmT8SfoyvmuQxX_CYUa1EgbGYd_Zpapcvy_TQMfMJMbrBUh_jEDb9LsHUZAIGzvsSh/s1600/life-purpose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DZ6pppBYxGvVbRLPJRz2ESQJ4L2kkVMmnZySqcMBlIP0hEwrQ9m6i4q1Irr0vAWQBAF7wpXMussmT8SfoyvmuQxX_CYUa1EgbGYd_Zpapcvy_TQMfMJMbrBUh_jEDb9LsHUZAIGzvsSh/s400/life-purpose.jpg" width="298" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-65024224899708315982011-05-28T10:30:00.000-07:002011-05-28T10:30:41.388-07:00Down the road...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It is the simplest touch of hope that can force you choose your dreams. A mechanical approach to life means to see everything connected. Everything is one way or another related to us and our life explains the ingoing trust in an outer majestic force that moves us all. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We are like men and women who push their lives down a long road collecting everything that they think they need in their live-carts. One day, I stopped in the middle of the way, pushed the cart in the river, and sat there, thinking. Do I really need to go on? What will happen if I die in the middle of the road? </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I even see monuments, wooden paths, houses, farms on the side of the road build by once-alive dead people. Some even paved it before they die to make it easier for us to reach our demise, why would they do so? It is a marathon, but some choose not to join the lunatic racing crowd. No worries the road can take as many racers as life is willing to offer. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Oh, I can see some decided to wait for the rain, because they believe they might run out of water in the middle of the way, so they need to be prepared. But, if there is no rain, they might die out hunger by waiting there, strange. Maybe, they see me a strange person as well... </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaokP8hq-H4rVFrHMocsKI2VdMJpusvcpmzCku5z3HeJD8tlBK6_tqna-7DZOn4XqgAtw_Xpxs-VTTBXK90NY3XtAzNFp4n4jMjREoPyqfMxjmqI9liHS6e-I2jGou_eIuu7XKfxdYH_as/s1600/Working+Lagos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaokP8hq-H4rVFrHMocsKI2VdMJpusvcpmzCku5z3HeJD8tlBK6_tqna-7DZOn4XqgAtw_Xpxs-VTTBXK90NY3XtAzNFp4n4jMjREoPyqfMxjmqI9liHS6e-I2jGou_eIuu7XKfxdYH_as/s400/Working+Lagos.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-91024262025789302002011-05-15T06:47:00.000-07:002011-05-15T06:47:03.763-07:00This is the end, my beautiful friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was said by The Doors. Eyes are fixed now; mind as well. I keep wandering in life, a great place. Small intruding stars wait for more scenes. I hear voices, sharper than shrills of pain. Streets are war zones. A splendid war zone is still a war zone, I said. Have you ever watched a cat running down the streets of Alexandria like a lady who has been raped, ravished, but trying to keep the strong facade. Cats are smart, they step on their dignity to survive. What a cause! </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A snake never stops biting even when caught, never quits fighting back, a genuine warrior. It is the same conclusion that has been promoted in every age, it is either to die standing or live on your knees. To be life's bitch or death's man... </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is the end, my beautiful friend... </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/JSUIQgEVDM4?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-14692209291812256912011-04-13T16:57:00.000-07:002011-11-02T08:21:32.907-07:00A demigod beholder<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">These white sharp arrows that rest up there, pointed at every single looker, beholder, wait there patiently waiting for my fall. No eyes, just sharp white gestures, pointed everywhere, only a fool counts them. The hand of god is white with many wrinkles, circular, large, actually massive. I wonder what would happen if it squashes us all one day. An intimidating scene of defiance and rage. I wish I can hold the bull by the horns, but how can I act as a demigod with my feminine human soft hands? I am a human, shoot me. I know you will do so sooner or later. I detest this dark blue scene at night... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEz9FDqFP-6VWgdR5IOeZLd4QCqozrw6IliXTbO1W27IfcDAL2tMzWfkpavmbcBVoCILvzcdzWDqfE9qa_htaLsyTVFPhEQI9DT7k0HNdMlqJT2dzpyET6jxBNoVvkqrbYdwG4WPrtxxu/s1600/stars_in_night_sky4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEz9FDqFP-6VWgdR5IOeZLd4QCqozrw6IliXTbO1W27IfcDAL2tMzWfkpavmbcBVoCILvzcdzWDqfE9qa_htaLsyTVFPhEQI9DT7k0HNdMlqJT2dzpyET6jxBNoVvkqrbYdwG4WPrtxxu/s400/stars_in_night_sky4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-34991144951020445052011-03-30T10:41:00.000-07:002011-03-30T10:53:29.962-07:00A Day, like any other day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A day like any other day kicks the door to introde in my life. A day like any other day. I see nothing different. Some may say, do something different.</span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">When I went there, were trees stand, waiting, I thought about it, isn't it boring to keep standing like this?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">If I was a tree I would not be amazed if I abandon all my green leaves. I will not find it shocking to let all my leaves die alone near my roots. What is wrong in that? We all will die... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A day like any other day, slaps me when I say "I will make a difference with my simplicity". Educating me. A day. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahmadmgdy/5566468668/" title="And proud they stand by Ahmad Magdy, on Flickr"><img alt="And proud they stand" height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5300/5566468668_52017e7ea0.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
<br />
</div><div><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahmadmgdy/5566203812/" title="Dead leaves by Ahmad Magdy, on Flickr"><img alt="Dead leaves " height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5062/5566203812_0e54f15df7.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span><br />
<div align="right" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">© Ahmad Magdy - 2011</div><div><br />
</div></div><div><br />
</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-68495989604113853992011-02-11T16:21:00.000-08:002011-02-11T16:21:23.612-08:0011 February 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">Tahrir Square spread the air of freedom all over Egypt. I can breathe freedom amid all the chaos due to the disappearance of police. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I look now at the empty streets of Alexandria, where there is no action except for the tired cars who are back from celebrations all over Alexandria. I tilt my heavy head up to look at the dark sky. What I see is a dream. A dream of Utopian change.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">An Egyptian, successful, peaceful revolution that gave me hope can turn to be magical. This is what I am hoping for. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">11 February 2011 is a great combination of freedom for Egypt. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-83441625320328226042011-02-02T17:18:00.000-08:002011-02-02T17:18:49.748-08:00Egypt, a dying woman<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I see doom dancing everywhere I look, looking defiantly back at me. It is the sense of loss. The end is near, but what shall this end be like? fire, death, shame, rage. Egypt is dying like an old woman, daggers slice at her thick skin viciously. Hyenas' eyes glisten as they gather to gnaw at her dying body. Egypt is collapsing. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Where did all this anger come from? Like a volcano that ravishes everything. Die Egypt, maybe one day others with resurrect you, better people. Sane people. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">Long swords are ready to shed more and more blood. But, till when? At some point her body, Egypt's body will lose it all. Death laughs at every corner of the picture. Loudly. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am death. I am blind. Tomorrow is blacked out. Slowly, everything will end. Cry you hypocrites, shed more tears. Laugh you haters, with your red broken teeth. And me, Egypt, I am dying, slowly, silently.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-6293375562050956812011-01-27T09:31:00.000-08:002011-01-27T09:31:46.437-08:00Parasites with human smiles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Parasites with human smiles make me sick, do you know that they exist everywhere? These insects with human teeth, suck their way up the hierarchy. I feel shivers when I am touched by human-parasites. They have oily hands that seem accustomed to shake hands, kiss, favor, do all these socially accepted ways to conquer they way up, yet, I never comprehend that, I see them digging their way down. They cling to one at a time. I keep eyes in the back of my head as I walk my way down life's road. I hate them.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8jDOJkaGNuZ95c5TpsNPcROMWiAVt506FNmu0ON1-RDMSsBN-OGnXD6UdWS5GVS7RZn00nm3Z-ZQDxmTrBIXskIriRTwe5Fv9XlhBQ9xdQKZkrNaOVGSUVR7m70GiSqBqi1TsixQe8W1/s1600/FinityAndBeyond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8jDOJkaGNuZ95c5TpsNPcROMWiAVt506FNmu0ON1-RDMSsBN-OGnXD6UdWS5GVS7RZn00nm3Z-ZQDxmTrBIXskIriRTwe5Fv9XlhBQ9xdQKZkrNaOVGSUVR7m70GiSqBqi1TsixQe8W1/s320/FinityAndBeyond.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-37706438656293666002010-11-03T11:28:00.000-07:002010-11-03T11:31:12.794-07:00Old SmilesSometimes your past is not that good to keep. It keeps pulling you back to its darkness. Its wrinkled shades of happiness. These memories that were once a life are never going to repeat itself. You will not allow it. Yet, they keep snarling and kicking to be observed by your fresh looks that search for happiness in a labyrinth designed meticulously by life. I try not to look back, but they, like old women, who do nothing but call your name to help. Happiness is no where. Crocked faces and smiles construct a colossal figure of past, if you leave it there, look at it with awe, whisper "what a wonderful figure of ancient charm?" you will have a life. If not, the whole giant will collapse over your dreamy head and squash your dream of future happiness... <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXxkurpF78DAYnkWqOueBqabm_yulCU5DK4hLunfH80y7zEQEsNOB66PRhVe1IRxvKQfV0N8qP0d5o8wqv9Vca-hyXWxSKQDdV_liJfbQhxYEktLkeSh_zs4qVVuxgB9OGjlk9xFRT1H_/s1600/Purple_Spattered_Memories_by_zancan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXxkurpF78DAYnkWqOueBqabm_yulCU5DK4hLunfH80y7zEQEsNOB66PRhVe1IRxvKQfV0N8qP0d5o8wqv9Vca-hyXWxSKQDdV_liJfbQhxYEktLkeSh_zs4qVVuxgB9OGjlk9xFRT1H_/s320/Purple_Spattered_Memories_by_zancan.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Purple Spattered Memories by Zancan</span></div><br />
<div align="right" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">© Ahmad Magdy - 2010</div><div><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-452233599798056952010-10-03T10:24:00.000-07:002010-10-03T10:25:28.990-07:00The eternal trapFury eats through flesh, I am sure of it. Gnaws at these white bones that fill our fragile bodies. It fights and slaps. Shoots and stabs us. I know, it is like blood, with a different color. What I am sure of is that it boils in a spot close to the heart, thus lungs collapse and struggle to puff the hot air out. Believe me, it is a collision that echoes all over the enraged body. What a force! Eyes see people, yet mind concentrates on anger unwilling to forgive or relent to the joys of existence. You realize the seriousness of your existence when you find out that it is a wicked trap set up to fool you into believing in life.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I get mad when I get furious. I feel I am baited, or call it I feel I am fooled into existence. Beware, life is a trap. </span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglI-4yz527_6_LOWl6mzaQg6iW7L8USDtP6qu9oWhi2cbQdCzqPfum9mSzqWoKyssNu2UuwU2Ua4pR_FQyeHQC2dH87QkQflAXrHuwfP8zNXy1BoUht4oy7bcr4TcTlKunkVySTnEhM-TS/s1600/371_downward_spiral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglI-4yz527_6_LOWl6mzaQg6iW7L8USDtP6qu9oWhi2cbQdCzqPfum9mSzqWoKyssNu2UuwU2Ua4pR_FQyeHQC2dH87QkQflAXrHuwfP8zNXy1BoUht4oy7bcr4TcTlKunkVySTnEhM-TS/s400/371_downward_spiral.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div align="right">© Ahmad Magdy - 2010</div><div><br />
</div><div style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="color: #ca5147; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; text-transform: uppercase;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-86449615746775441042010-09-06T03:46:00.000-07:002010-09-06T03:48:11.694-07:00A Boat in sewage By Ahmad Magdy<object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/JS1KKsmF3iw/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JS1KKsmF3iw?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JS1KKsmF3iw?fs=1&hl=en_GB" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br />
<br />
<br />
This is a short film that focuses on the Environmental danger that awaits the world. It shows how troubles, and corruption can lead to a lack of awareness about the Environmental crisis among youth. It is shot in Egypt, but with a universal view in mind. It is an interview with two Egyptian youth, asking them about problems that might seem out of context to them. Because, in Egypt corruption blinds people to Environmental dangers.<br />
<br />
Made by: Ahmad Magdy<br />
<br />
Thanks to: Ahmed Ali Ahmed Saad<br />
<br />
Subtitles: Hisham Abdel Azim<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">© Ahmad Magdy - 2010</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-17832547534044407112010-08-05T01:44:00.000-07:002010-08-05T03:35:24.475-07:00Animalistic Feelings<div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">Like it or not, revenge, envy, rage, jealousy and many other horrifying-for-some feelings are looked down upon by us. I never thought that animals have these humanistic emotions. When I think about it, I start questioning myself "Do these feelings distinguish us from animals?"<br /></span><br />It is the sense of challenge that provokes these forces to take over. The animalistic will to prove one it the alpha male is there in all of us, hidden behind the cloak of restrained-reverence. A plastic mask made by us, for us. I surrender sometimes and admit it, I feel these feelings gnawing at my bones periodically. What amazes me, is the ferocious effect they have. They are a force, a passion that demands swift actions. </div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I see envy in eyes, a spark, like the one in the Gazelles' eyes when it observes a lion chasing it. How superior this animal is!<br /></div></span><div align="left">But I am sure they are not really the negative feelings or sins some speak about. In a jungle, there is no place for critics. That is why critics are never killed, authors are the ones who are stabbed and shot.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501869668468072018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4ccuYzKcmKu5GIBUUCEinyYm1Idh4K-WeoNwVS1ooA4Eg67JF2hUYgXuypKvF5inUZYj9ajbL3j11gEuaK89pYIQGs5N1D2BQHBp5nUUt7bIGbZemU81T0AqdgmM6Xbb_-bYeEXS5UjM/s400/Tiger-Eye.jpg" /> <p align="right">© Ahmad Magdy - 2010 </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-59464824188516935242010-01-06T13:50:00.000-08:002010-06-21T23:21:24.003-07:00Give and TakeApply this concept to any action in life, you will know what I mean. It can be applied to materialistic daily stuff, like money for service, also the other way round, service for money. If one day, you listen to someone's heart-rending story that lasts for thirty hours that is soaked with emotions -may be- unintentionally, you will be waiting desperately for a chance to prove to yourself that you will be heard likewise. Fair enough. Give water, take fruits. Give money, take work. Give good deeds, go to heaven.<br />Yet sometimes, unexpectedly, results fail you, or somehow "fool" you, life treats you with a slap on your face. You give water, yet a diseased tree surprises you with a rotten fruit. Ironically, you might give your employees cash, but they betray your confidence and do the work half-heartily. It is astonishing, is not it? But, the question is what happens when you spend hours fishing, still not a single fish colorizes your starving rod?<br /><div align="left"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423771117025917170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9SYa_IfGMPoxIWife2bjk2VZVCRmTthWhyphenhyphenSFlsF05jdfCs3SXxtdzLZiOrik90PrTMbIp_fIS8kicQQRqdcZtF0Yo1l6Fd6O5hj87RlMZuLLVCOPirHU9sZfwDG63zuZlsZVA7IRI1dBx/s400/6a00c22522420bf21900e398ce15020001-500pi.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://a2.vox.com/6a00c22522420bf21900e398ce15020001-500pi">http://a2.vox.com/6a00c22522420bf21900e398ce15020001-500pi</a> </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="right"><br />© Ahmad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Magdy</span> - 2010 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-51813094967294106232010-01-03T02:09:00.000-08:002010-03-18T04:08:31.825-07:00Leopard and hyenas<span style="color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333399;">They fought off the slim leopard that caught that golden deer. How could the lonely wanderer win a fight against a group of starving hyenas? The leopard was fast, smart and light enough to capture the wonderful piece of meat, but not strong enough to defend his prize.</span> Mouths wide open. Saliva dripping. Hyenas have the strongest jaws. They knew this fact, thus they exploited it, and the leopard knew it as well. It filled the holes of fear in its heart, this grim fact, that touched his mind and made it well aware of its inferiority. Is it a shame that leopards walk their way in the world as individuals not in groups? How fair can life be? Still, the famished swift animal paced the yellow grass feeling laughed at by the snoopy wind and the wooden haughty trees. The universe looked down upon it. Its raging glistening eyes observed a lonely zebra. It was there, red, it was even lonely, just like the lonely stalker. Lost its way. His food.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm9Qr4vr-ZXKuy8-UfRHFPC0l0c8HAPBj0pDRopXUeoO-JCN_5L7x-JNJHGLcI5SpKUjecTdvPkKyfY9NtbHNMG0gk_9zps4_5mwk0AM-XB_TK_zFd4Jq8nrt3EYCiEIfLiaE7g6mivxG/s1600-h/leopard-sleeping-in-tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422454269933355762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm9Qr4vr-ZXKuy8-UfRHFPC0l0c8HAPBj0pDRopXUeoO-JCN_5L7x-JNJHGLcI5SpKUjecTdvPkKyfY9NtbHNMG0gk_9zps4_5mwk0AM-XB_TK_zFd4Jq8nrt3EYCiEIfLiaE7g6mivxG/s400/leopard-sleeping-in-tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />© Ahmad Magdy - 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-88659108302939929352009-10-13T03:59:00.000-07:002009-10-25T05:42:03.401-07:00The Day I Went Fishing<span style="color:#003333;">When I went fishing, in the middle of the sea, I could see no creature on the blue crispy carpet that extended as far as my sigh could distinguish, after the boat stopped its engine, I heard nothing. Silence- my friend- is a bless, and a horror as well. Swaying and dancing in the middle of nowhere is not the best feeling in the world, but at some times one feels it is a need to quit all the noise in the world, and to shun seeing more human faces. Very far from the boat, I saw a long stretch of tiny foggy houses and buildings. At other times, silence is threatening, when, you feel weightless, not to say insignificant. I felt so, that day. I was in a world, where creatures, which are just like us, yet maybe smaller, and smarter, live.</span><br /><br />Do we really need the world to be quiet? Or we need to shut up a little and then go on again? I am not sure. But, like the sea, calm and tranquil when wind is easy. Yet, it is angry and devastating when wind rages. Why is our wind always raging?<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I think we should ask the wind to have mercy up on us, really we should do this, very soon...<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLmyNdNmE8-Z_Kj3yjVsmSQEN7eNmaqQFpLZTXiNDPnwnWqAoMrgVb9xZfGfKRpiRskaA62FSNQB-F7AH9ZwJGBLct6qDPz6ktQCCoeW8jpMQ9R-yBbev0jTcCAaTX7DAp2OG6u_2ri7K/s1600-h/20070127_038a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396515554504716194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLmyNdNmE8-Z_Kj3yjVsmSQEN7eNmaqQFpLZTXiNDPnwnWqAoMrgVb9xZfGfKRpiRskaA62FSNQB-F7AH9ZwJGBLct6qDPz6ktQCCoeW8jpMQ9R-yBbev0jTcCAaTX7DAp2OG6u_2ri7K/s400/20070127_038a.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"><a href="http://lizardbrain.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/20070127_038a.jpeg">http://lizardbrain.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/20070127_038a.jpeg</a></span><br /><br /></p><p align="right">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009 </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-9942848991280239532009-09-11T04:35:00.000-07:002009-09-11T06:18:18.487-07:00Have you ever tried to live like the sea?<span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br />Some live like birds, some like animals and some like plants, but have you ever tried to live like the sea?<br /><br />Like birds, some humans have wings, a variety of kinds of birds, robust hawks, vicious eagles, magnificent flamencos, loud parrots, sensual pigeons and silly penguins. To my surprise I found out that the same theory applies to animals, humans are exactly like the different species of animals, glorious lions, huge elephants, sly snakes, wicked hyenas and stupid monkeys. Have you ever thought about it? Even plants, same as humans, differ, harmful cactuses, ambitious palms, fruitful trees and graceful flowers. It is unbelievable to notice these similarities, for me.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Have you ever tried to be like the sea? Silent, but when it is furious nothing can stop it. When it is passionate, you find ships swaying lightly, lights drawing pictures of love and romance on its surface. And when it is cheerful, you see it dancing, with waves celebrating the event splashing water everywhere; it shapes its world. Still, when depressed, you see the sea sleek, calm, motionless and smooth, as if dead...<br /></span><br />Have you ever tried to be like the sea?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380192195697653234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0oNBOK2QfyTbj9IQR1JAeZxq-WujwggKbYySNWajnjiiczBrzUima9HgydUd8TwHtxR_HeELcQVAD7KIulsWDdx18tX1edCCFY1JLDgRRi410hpd1dgEoSypaVSlW1ho3Twa6Fn3H5UT/s400/Moran_Thomas_The_Angry_Sea.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Moran Thomas The Angry Sea</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p></p><div align="right"><br /><br />© Ahmad <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Magdy</span> - 2009 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-53842885171759113672009-08-14T04:35:00.000-07:002009-08-14T07:07:40.983-07:00That is why we kill wild animalsHave you ever seen an angry Human being?<br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">I did too. But, I never thought I will talk about it, because I -like any animal- get angry. As a poor observer, I look at The Angry being. When one is angry you see one's real carefully veiled animal, the one we hide all the time and try to cover it with one's joyful friendly attitude or strict formal demeanor. Look at an angry being, you will see what you never expected or explored before in a human being. </span><br /><br />You see a scarlet face, as if blood boils and the whole body is about to explode violently splattering blood everywhere. Swiftly, everything progresses, sound raises, heart beats furiously like a raging sea, eyes quiver like a building during an earthquake, sounds blow from one’s mouth like gunshots. A hidden power creeps into the distressed body fueling it to push, bunch and hurt. You will be startled when you witness a peaceful human turns into a mad animal, a wild dog, a disgusting hyena.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Did you ever see an Angry Human Being? If you do, look at one closely, observe one's movements, features, actions, only then, you will know why humans hunt wild animals…<br /></span><br /><br /><p align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369816188871010450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQatUHkJkqwq-piQgpZ5_Mw3TmfFAHwatN1hAImTESwHsoKwud3bkPmaF0EglCMc7UX5uLjk3grXCclntqqFHadSoC-Zdq6KDwUh8mdQh1B24niwlETrt0PtUkg46tEiLZ67IYZpp0j0V/s400/Angry-Man.jpg" /><br /><a href="http://www.samitabasu.com/images/Angry-Man.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.samitabasu.com/images/Angry-Man.jpg</span></a> </p><p align="right"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-67316257638896318642009-07-25T22:25:00.000-07:002009-08-01T07:42:52.479-07:00SmellsI am sure -by now- that clothes can amend looks, that might be as pleasant, but they can never cover faults and deformities in one's personality. I am guiltily not proud to have a nose that can detect humans' hideousness. It is a shame. I swear I can smell envy, even if you do not believe me, I smelt it many times before, it smells like rotten fruit. Hate -I know- smells like dead animals, not just any dead being, just deceased animals. You know, a dead animal differs completely from any dead being, yet they are all dead, all have vanished, all smell and all are there no more. Anger has a strange odor, it's like smoke, a very thick smell. But, to smell these flaws, they require a good nose and an alert mind. You might find it weird or amusing, but I find it unpleasant, for when I walk among a crowd, I feel attacked by these smells, they even get stronger as if in rivalry with each other, at these moments, I look around sharply, yet I never witness anyone sharing my repugnant feeling, no one, but wretched cats and street-dogs.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I might certainly be dead wrong, but I am sure these smells need a good nose and an alert mind...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnM8s6o4nnYQm8l0IUG5GYGhxVMAJg33S3FYZJPx2HQ-btieVRQVan80sYSjUa6cl-ROA3mVddQJyAkrdeebA7qVbloy72MRYXoUV-22irsZAf-Fi_ZJe-8ZpL6GPeh90x_jC7DfV3LzsN/s1600-h/centre04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 441px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnM8s6o4nnYQm8l0IUG5GYGhxVMAJg33S3FYZJPx2HQ-btieVRQVan80sYSjUa6cl-ROA3mVddQJyAkrdeebA7qVbloy72MRYXoUV-22irsZAf-Fi_ZJe-8ZpL6GPeh90x_jC7DfV3LzsN/s400/centre04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365004888067275154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://vultus.stblogs.org/centre04.jpg<br /></span></div>© Ahmad Magdy - 2009 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-12595316839242964722009-07-02T05:44:00.000-07:002009-08-15T00:29:49.222-07:00Hating one's lifeMe: I hate her Zarn. I hate life. I hate myself.<br /><br /><br />Zarn: I hate you too.<br /><br /><br />Me: Do you? I thought you are my loyal friend?<br /><br /><br />Zarn: No, I am not your friend. I hate you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Me: Even you Zarn. I am shocked. I do not want to live this life. I want to die. Do you really hate me? </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Zarn: How can I befriend someone who does not value himself!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Silence</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Zarn: Have you ever seen a cat that has its back crushed under car wheels pushing its squeezed body by its front legs looking for food?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me: UGH. What an ugly image. Yes, I once did. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Zarn: I respect this cat more than someone who hates himself...</span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353849797951702562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZ6f_2onFrc5U0VwhD3I_Z8a8MYet5D1_lT6XoG5IikFyuVaFMP3VMDjDVcnd6kvvjGaZM6LR8UV6KxVY7VKKlbjfBHztvnk9b_jjVn5Ufu07wwM-IdlRtGP-xmg3jFF6k3LbwZvVDuK6/s400/qe.bmp" /></span>© Ahmad Magdy - 2009 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-18863995390700255942009-06-17T12:23:00.000-07:002009-06-17T15:53:52.378-07:00World has turned into a jungle. Oh, no I used the wrong image.<div>World has turned into a jungle. Oh, no I used the wrong image.<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">In a jungle deers are not always fighting for grass. Birds do not destroy others' nests to prove they can do so. Flowers and trees grow everywhere in the jungle not within the lion's den only. Monkeys shower tigers with rocks fearlessly. They are not killed for making fun of these monsters.</span><br /><br />Spiders build their homes wherever and whenever they want. They never wait for rats to dig the ground for them, or ants to plan their life for them. Even ravens have a life in the forest, they are not persecuted because of their hoarse voice. Bulls fight with each other, yet when a predator approaches, the herd run like one body regardless of their internal conflicts. Air in the jungle is wide open for all kinds of birds. It is not dominated by eagles. You never witness eagles soaring all the time, you always see birds of various colors and kinds conquering the free sky recklessly. Lions and Eagles maintain their superiority, yet all animals have a life. They are not oppressed. Snakes are not killed for being venomous or dangerous. In a Jungle, even ants have their community. They are significant. Every species has its role.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Never say that the world has become a jungle. Never compare between sane animals and insane humans. Have you ever seen animals in a killing-frenzy? Humans have seen this twice in their short history. See, never say that the world has become a jungle. <br /></span></div><div> </div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348427979229236098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Sa4W69x69InMnHF35CEJtY1DItQ2JDnvItZyNx0TE10vDICZRms5V9d3Nga7bhye4mFGdNuuevEfErprChK48QQontnZonOeg3YrULbBrA0VhTvJcvOeQd68F79bPgbDf7yUzJJRAJSl/s400/fog-forest-wallpaper.jpg" /></p><p><a href="http://www.desktoprating.com/wallpapers/nature-wallpapers-pictures/fog-forest-wallpaper.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;">http://www.desktoprating.com/wallpapers/nature-wallpapers-pictures/fog-forest-wallpaper.jpg</span></a></p><p align="right"> © Ahmad Magdy - 2009</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-51964079160407941092009-06-11T14:52:00.000-07:002009-06-11T16:06:07.600-07:00And Love !<span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Me: I loved her. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Zarn: When?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Me: What? I cannot remember. Maybe when I first saw her. Love at the first sight.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Zarn: When?</span><br /><br />Me: Hmm. Well two weeks ago. It was on a Sunday. I was ...<br /><br />Zarn: [<em>Interrupted</em>] When?<br /><br />Me: Cannot you hear me? I said on a Sunday. It was about 11:00 AM<br /><br />Zarn: It took you two weeks to realize that you do love her. Will you say so after two more weeks or after two years!<br /><br />Me: I will always love her.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Zarn: Will you love her more than your children?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me: [<em>Hesitant</em>] It is different. I will love them both. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Zarn: Mother and father?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me: [<em>Puzzled</em>] I will love them too.</span><br /><br />Zarn: Yourself?<br /><br />Me: I love me as well.<br /><br />Zarn: That is a big load of love to give, I wish you can deal with it. I have once known about a woman who has died giving birth to a dead child...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346202823141532514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHaCfIPlYEXFe3R_v3ITbcQwq5UngWVO4eoJ_xaeZMIOzANiMvM92-NdGw0sCYtAelWbIBb50WZCV7NbuJhoA4OsFtOJQW87JvOItRXIssZPqlLVodF5do7NxSjo2Ijo076xg7hKxwpMs/s400/dfg.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="http://bristollifedrawing.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/peri-bristol-life-drawing-class-2.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://bristollifedrawing.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/peri-bristol-life-drawing-class-2.jpg</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><br /><div align="right">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930889458276694637.post-37501339243263005202009-05-24T22:45:00.000-07:002009-05-24T23:38:46.989-07:00How can a race be that perfect?<div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span >I believe Angels are ... Well. Maybe I do not believe in Angels. Can a whole race be always good, always pure, always "complete". I never knew about an angel who once in its life behaved recklessly or even sinned. Why? "Because they are angels" that is what I get. My crippled mind never comprehend this fact, that a race is that faultless. They might be like humans; impressive façades. Can a race be that flawless? </span></div><div><span ></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span >I am not "dissing" Angels or any one? But, this is just a thought. Angels are good, devils are bad, Humans are neither good nor bad, aren't these stereotypes funny? I hate it when someone describes a little child or a beautiful girl as an angel. Have you ever seen one yourself? "Yes, heard about them, read about them" OK as you like, but think about it more you will find it dubious -or may for me only. It is striking how quickly can one's mind jump to conclusions. </span></div><div><span ></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">A Chinese philosopher who is called Lao Tzu was once walking with a friend of his down a desert road and suddenly, they saw a skull. His friend expressed his pity about the dead skull. Lao Tzu retorted "How do you know it's bad to be dead?"</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span ></span></div><div><span >How can a race be that perfect? </span></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339646793522925922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPy21Pg7pGXbRQeB7gP19TzPEuwMO-5tfIXW1ANfhNYMdPzgBYb6XX2UI6E9JK_VpP-QOuFS6r4D6OxeEBG_7_M5ujPbe02M6bTOP8jgYt-kbNi2NotGz_4inJM1dcf2oFj7K1NRkB6Bv7/s400/angel-of-the-morning.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://jaymeemerald.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/angel-of-the-morning.jpg">http://jaymeemerald.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/angel-of-the-morning.jpg</a></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><div align="right">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">© Ahmad Magdy - 2009</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13999906258263106916noreply@blogger.com0