أقوال الثورة.. الله يرحمها

أقوال الثورة.. الله يرحمها

"احنا اتورطنا عاطفياً مع الثورة دي"

"إنتخبت = إنت + خبت"

"عجبا لمن يثور لأجل شخص تم استبعاده ولا يثور من أجل وطن تم استعباده"

"فى السينما يموت الإنسان ثم تراه فى الفيلم التالى .. وكذلك فى الوزارات"

"مبارك استشهد في محاكمته ببيت شعر والعادلي استشهد بايه قرانية والشهداء استشهدوا بالرصاص "

"يا مستني المجلس يتأدب يا مستني هيفاء تتحجب"

"لكننى صعلوك عابر سبيل ، ابن الحارة المصرية ، ليس لى صاحب ، لذلك كما ظهرت فجأة سوف أختفى فجأة ، فحاول تفتكرني" -جلال عامر

"بعد كل قيصر يموت قيصر جديد… فلا تخدعك الأسماء وتصدق أن «فرس النبى» مؤمن وأن «عباد الشمس» كافر"

"لو عرف الفقراء ما يدور في عقول الطبقة الوسطى والرأسماليين، وثقفوا نفسهم جيدا.. لقاموا بسلخهم أحياءً"

"أتمنّى كتب التاريخ متكتبش على الحقبة اللي جاية "وظلّوا يتصارعوا على الخمر والبيكيني بينما مات الشعب في طوابير العيش"

"طوبى لكل المسجونين باطل في زمن بيخدعنا وبيماطل"

"مبروك على الاخوان البرلمان مبروك على الشهداء الجنة مبروك على الجيش الحكم مبروك على مبارك البراءة و مبروك على الشعب الخازوق"

"الديموقراطيه هى حكم الشعب بالشعب للشعب في الشعب ع الشعب… وأنا وأنت"

"يتراجع دور الوطن فى الخارج عندما يتراجع دور المواطن فى الداخل، فالمال فى الغربة وطن والفقر فى الوطن غربة"

""سنظل نضحك مع اشخاص غرباء، و نبكي عليهم و هم شهداء... لكننا سنظل

سنظل لا نملك سوي اجسادنا لنحتمي من طلقات الرصاص... لكننا سنظل

سنظل نلهم العالم، بالرغم من عدم قدرتنا علي الهام انفسنا... و لكننا سنظل

سنظل نصنع تاريخا، بالرغم من اننا نقاتل من أجل المستقبل... لكننا سنظل

سنظل نحمي أشخاصا لا نعرف اسماؤهم، و لن نسأل... لكننا سنظل"

الله يرحمك يا ثورة...والله أعطيتينا أملاً ثم سحبته منّا كما تُسحب الروح من الجسد ..

The Day I Fell For Zusak

The Day I Fell For Zusak

I just found myself in Markus Zusak. No kidding.
Zusak got to me with words. He speaks almost everything I want to write, or not write. He speaks silence that I wanted to utter so long ago. He knows the exact words to tear at my heart, to touch my depth.

The Book Thief got to me more than any other book I ever read did. It actually made me read more and appreciate books and words more. It also made me always remember that silence is a great companion when words are devoid of meaning.


I still haven't finished I am The Messenger. I'm loving it so far. Zusak always knows how to relate the protagonist to books and reading. He must connect the two together, perhaps because he sees that a person in a novel must have something for novels. Maybe.

I love you, Zusak!


“Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”
― The Book Thief

“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”
― The Book Thief

“Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.”

“Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.”
― The Book Thief

“Even death has a heart.”
― The Book Thief

“I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.”
― The Book Thief

“I think she ate a salad and some soup.
And loneliness.
She ate that, too. ”
― I am the Messenger

“Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.”
― I am the Messenger

“It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.”
― I am the Messenger

“My arms are killing me.
I didn't know words could be so heavy.”
― I am the Messenger

“No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human.”
― I am the Messenger

“She soon says, "You're my best friend, Ed."
You can kill a man with those words.
No gun.
No bullets.
Just words and a girl.”
― I am the Messenger

“Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.”
― I am the Messenger

“I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.”
― I am the Messenger

talisman-Suheir Hammad

talisman-Suheir Hammad

it is written
the act of writing is
holy words are
sacred and your breath
brings out the
god in them
i write these words
quickly repeat them
softly to myself
this talisman for you
fold this prayer
around your neck fortify
your back with these
whispers
may you walk ever
loved and in love
know the sun
for warmth the moon
for direction
may these words always
remind you your breath
is sacred words
bring out the god
in you

أنا مش كافر ..

أنا مش كافر ..

Enough Said.

Thank you, Muhammad El-Labban

The Janitor

The Janitor

"Fox News: Rich people paying rich people to tell middle class people to blame poor people"

He told me that, even though the political situation doesn't seem promising, and every time the clouds make way for the sun, some enormous power fights back and things go three steps backwards instead of just one; he told me he's optimistic. And I needed a reminder. Because, because sooner or later, we shall be free, sooner or later it will not be just a dream nor a too-close-to-happen thing. It will be. We just need more than the shadow of dreams, maybe the darker the shadow, the closer to reality even if it's just a shadow. We shall take six steps forward.

But then I was taking a nap, and I heard some noise outside. Me, thinking it's just our janitor having the daily fight with his wife, I went into deep sleep again. Things eventually calmed down and I continued my day with my cup of tea and a novel to read.

But right at that moment when you start to really enjoy your time indulging yourself in a phone call with a friend, the voices went loud again and my concentration was barely on the surface. To make sure, I peeked. Things were not okay.

Our janitor isn't aggressive, on the contrary, I think he's a fairly calm person. I don't have neither negative nor positive feelings for him, I only know he's poor enough to raise 5 or 6 kids. And he, like every one of his class, takes money from people like us.

We blame poor people because we're not living the life we want. We, we're the selfish sick who want peace by fighting against the victim rather than the enemy. We're the ones who claim insecurity by calling the police so that we can get rid of the janitor and his poor family.

Together. With the police. They drove off. And happily, we pretended we lived in peace.

Screw this.