…الأمَّة التَّي لا يَشعرُ أكثَرُها بآلامِ الاسْتبدادِ لا تَستحقُ الحُريِّة

الأمة التي لا يشعر أكثرها بآلام الاستبداد لا تستحق الحرية

كون الأمة التي لا يشعر أكثرها بآلام الاستبداد لا تستحق الحرية
الأمة إذا ضربت عليها الذلة والمسكنة
وتوالت القرون والبطون
تصير تلك الأمة “سافلة الطباع”
تصير كالبهائم أو دون البهائم
لا تسأل عن الحرية
ولا تلتمس العدالة
ولا تعرف للاستقلال قيمة
أو للنظام مزية
ولا ترى لها في الحياة وظيفة غير التبعية للغالب … أحسن أو أساء على حد سواء


Posted by on November 19, 2013 in POST


Two Months after Tawjehee Results!!!

Tawjehee finished


Posted by on September 27, 2013 in POST


Maybe I dislike School, but I’ll never forget “Meshoooo”…


“Meshoooo” is our beloved skeleton. I’ll never forget when we went to the lab (which was for Biology, Chemistry and Physics), we were just fifteen girls at Tawjehee class (High School) sitting at the tiny chairs with frozen hands and pale faces. It was raining outside, there wasn’t heating in that small room. Chemistry teacher started to explain in addition he did some experiments, while we were complaining and writing quickly in our textbooks.

Two hours for chemistry, the minutes turned to be like hours. The first hour had finished but very slowly, then…

The head teacher needed the Chemistry teacher so he went out, leaving us alone. We looked at each other happily, no class for today…

Then we gathered and decorated our skeleton with jewelry and with a pencil, he had been worn an apron. He looked like a lady, a sparkling lady, we danced with him and took some pictures; we were like real idiots…

By the way, Meshooo’s hand was broken while we were taking some pictures with him at a Biology class at summer….


Posted by on September 26, 2013 in POST


Beltaji’s letter to his daughter Asma who was murdered at Rabea` Al-Adaweyah Square.


My beloved daughter and dignified teacher Asma Al-Beltaji; I do not say goodbye to you; I say tomorrow we shall meet again. You have lived with your head held high, rebellious against tyranny and shackles and loving freedom. You have lived as a silent seeker of new horizons to rebuild this nation to assume its place among civilizations. You never occupied yourself with what preoccupies those of your age. Even though traditional studies failed to fulfil your aspirations and interest; you have always been the first in your class. I have not had enough of your precious company in this short life, especially that my time did not allow me to enjoy your companionship. The last time we sat together at Raba` Al-Adawya square you asked me “even when you are with us you are busy” and I told you “it seems that this life will not be enough to enjoy each other’s company so I pray to God that we enjoy our companionship in Paradise.” Two nights before you were murdered I saw you in my dream in a white wedding dress and you were an icon of beauty. When you lay next to me I asked you “Is it your wedding night?” You answered, “It is in the noon not the evening”. When they told me you were murdered on Wednesday afternoon I understood what you meant and I knew God had accepted your soul as a martyr. You strengthened my belief that we are on the truth and our enemy is on falsehood. It caused me severe pain not to be at your last farewell and see you for the last time; not to kiss your forehead; and not be honoured to lead your funeral prayer. I swear to God, my darling I was not afraid for my life or from an unjust prison, but I wanted to carry the message you scarified your soul for; to complete the revolution, to win and achieve its objectives. Your soul has been elevated with your head held high resisting the tyrants. The treacherous bullets have hit you in the chest. What spectacularly determined and pure soul. I am confident that you were honest to God and He has chosen you among us to honour you with sacrifice. Finally, my beloved daughter and dignified teacher: I do not say goodbye, but I say farewell. We shall meet soon with our beloved Prophet and his companions in Heaven where our wish to enjoy each other’s company and our loved ones’ company will come true.


Posted by on August 29, 2013 in POST


Oh Egypt’s Youth!

Do not humiliate, Rabea` Al-Adaweyah

يا شبابَ مِصْر! اختَرعَكُم الإيمانُ اختِراعًا نَفسيًّا، عَلامتُهُ المُسجَّلةُ على كلٍّ مِنكم هذهِ الكلمة: لا يَذِلّ

Oh Egypt’s Youth! Faith has invented you psychologically, registered its mark on all of you with this word: Do not humiliate.


Posted by on August 28, 2013 in POST


Oh Arab Youth!

Oh Arab Youth!

يا شبابَ العرب! اجعَلوا رسالتَكم: إِمَّا أنْ يَحيا الشَّرقُ عَزيزاً، أو إمَّا أنْ تَموتوا

Oh Arab Youth! Let your message be: either the East lives with pride and dignity or you must die…


Posted by on August 27, 2013 in POST


Neither the Arrest Room is going to last nor the chains!

Neither the Arrest Room is going to last nor the chains

They put the chains on his mouth

They tied his hands

To the Dead’s Rock

And said: you’re a killer!


They took his food, clothes,

And pitchers

And threw him

In the Dead’s Cell

And said: you’re a thief!


They kicked him out of all ports

They took his beloved little one

And said: you’re a refugee!


O you the one with Bloody eyes

And palms

The night is soon to be gone

Neither the Arrest Room

Is going to last

Nor the chains!


Mahmoud Darwish


Posted by on August 8, 2013 in POST


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