11 February 2011

Tahrir Square spread the air of freedom all over Egypt. I can breathe freedom amid all the chaos due to the disappearance of police. 


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.


An Egyptian, successful, peaceful revolution that gave me hope can turn to be magical. This is what I am hoping for. 


11 February 2011 is a great combination of freedom for Egypt.   

Egypt, a dying woman

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. 


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. 


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. 


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.
  

Parasites with human smiles

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.

     

Old Smiles

Sometimes 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...

Purple Spattered Memories by Zancan

© Ahmad Magdy - 2010

The eternal trap

Fury 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.


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.  

© Ahmad Magdy - 2010

A Boat in sewage By Ahmad Magdy

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.

Made by: Ahmad Magdy

Thanks to: Ahmed Ali Ahmed Saad

Subtitles: Hisham Abdel Azim

© Ahmad Magdy - 2010

Animalistic Feelings

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?"

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.

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!

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.

© Ahmad Magdy - 2010