When you are in Cairo, you are busy shopping, or busy eating your Santa Fe Chicken from Hardees (God I miss it!), You will easily forget what is actually the glory of Egypt. We tend to spend our holidays shopping and eating that we don’t see the hidden beauty of it all.
Cause its only when you really open your eyes for real, that you see its magic.

The things that I missed most about Cairo, is how the trees on the roads leans its leaves over the roads to protect its people against the sun. As if they were guardians and protectors from all evil.
And how it can hide secrets which you can reveal, if you just be patient and look deeply into it.
Cause if you just take a second look, you will find that inside that single tree, there lives an entire population of diff kind of birds. Where if you listen good enough you can hear them mocking us humans, saying: “ You humans, you’ve reached so far in technology, made cars, airplanes, made bridges and roads. But you still can't seem to find the road to the heart of each other.”

How much you miss the Nile and its wave that whispers in your ear the history of mankind, And where if you look deep into it you will find hidden secrets about life. Secrets that will reveal to you the meaning of life, the value of tears, of broken hearts, of precious family and friends. And if you feel as if you have lost your soul sometime through the battles in your life, I am sure you will find it there deep into the Nile. Just be sure, when you visit the Nile, that your heart is open and your ears and eyes as well.

The wind, Yes and how much you miss the wind. While the sun shines and warms your soul, and sometimes the heat gets too much that the warmness that you feel inside your heart turns to flames. And then suddenly comes a cold breeze of wind, cooling your senses and your poor heart. Giving you comforting words, for the lost that you can not seem to find, and for the hurtful words you hear from the fearful souls of humankind.
Where it gives you hope, for there will always be life as long as the Nile still whispers it secrets to mankind.

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Originally posted by Serendipity:
Chapter 2:
“Missing Cairo”

When you are in Cairo, you are busy shopping, or busy eating your Santa Fe Chicken from Hardees (God I miss it!), You will easily forget what is actually the glory of Egypt. We tend to spend our holidays shopping and eating that we don’t see the hidden beauty of it all.
Cause its only when you really open your eyes for real, that you see its magic.

The things that I missed most about Cairo, is how the trees on the roads leans its leaves over the roads to protect its people against the sun. As if they were guardians and protectors from all evil.
And how it can hide secrets which you can reveal, if you just be patient and look deeply into it.
Cause if you just take a second look, you will find that inside that single tree, there lives an entire population of diff kind of birds. Where if you listen good enough you can hear them mocking us humans, saying: “ You humans, you’ve reached so far in technology, made cars, airplanes, made bridges and roads. But you still can't seem to find the road to the heart of each other.”

How much you miss the Nile and its wave that whispers in your ear the history of mankind, And where if you look deep into it you will find hidden secrets about life. Secrets that will reveal to you the meaning of life, the value of tears, of broken hearts, of precious family and friends. And if you feel as if you have lost your soul sometime through the battles in your life, I am sure you will find it there deep into the Nile. Just be sure, when you visit the Nile, that your heart is open and your ears and eyes as well.

The wind, Yes and how much you miss the wind. While the sun shines and warms your soul, and sometimes the heat gets too much that the warmness that you feel inside your heart turns to flames. And then suddenly comes a cold breeze of wind, cooling your senses and your poor heart. Giving you comforting words, for the lost that you can not seem to find, and for the hurtful words you hear from the fearful souls of humankind.
Where it gives you hope, for there will always be life as long as the Nile still whispers it secrets to mankind.

and soon to be continued with chapter 3

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Originally posted by Troubles101:
If you go this way with detailes it gonna be like mosalsalat ramadan I like it really. speaks of how a sensitive person you're.

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I agree with Troubles. Your words are really creative -- I don't just read them, I feel them. Please keep writing...

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Originally posted by penelope:
dear sara, r u sure u r going to ireland to study medicine? u don't seem like a doctor speaking , why don't u try literature, one day u might be a famous writer

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Hey Penelope, how are you girl? Long time no see, hear, etc.

Yousef Idriss was a doctor, so I guess she could still study medicine and be a famous writer.

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Originally posted by Troubles101:
If you go this way with detailes it gonna be like mosalsalat ramadan I like it really. speaks of how a sensitive person you're.

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I love mosalsalat ramadan!!!
Yeah I am one of the sentimental fools

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Originally posted by Snoozin:
I agree with Troubles. Your words are really creative -- I don't just read them, I feel them. Please keep writing...

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Originally posted by penelope:
dear sara, r u sure u r going to ireland to study medicine? u don't seem like a doctor speaking , why don't u try literature, one day u might be a famous writer

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Originally posted by Serendipity:
i bored you guys, didnt i. sorry for that

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The life is so close, the emoitions become a name looking for the sound of being there on the ground of dreaming no way. where is it my dreamer ground, where is it the sound of life. the nature of being nature, the evil inside us when it will escape. i am here but not exist, im looking but have found by anyone yet. the nature is whispering, the birds are calling. do u hear this sound, the birds are speaking, on the a tree i wrote my life on. they carve the emoitions of being be a human on the heart of the life.

the wind is whispering me, when it pass by me shiver my body refresh me, with a breeze of day. and smell of the rose on this side of way, with a butterfly is flying around there, lonly rose with lony butterfly is it a kind of soul missing a life, is it a life missing emoitions.

where is our road, i miss this road, of being there on the soul road, eyes link like there is a bridge. hands sheak falling each pain with each time hands rocking. the nature cries, of the beauty of the inside the life, when a ppl missing this life. while the nile is feed us with this life, when its waves rock its sides, i am the nile wild keeping ppl i like, defense them as they are beside,.....

AAAAH, the emoitions has no end, but it is exit, so enrich it

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Originally posted by Corvinous:
Sorry, I don't mean to add sarcasm to it, but me I am waiting for the Last Chapter... I did not allow myself to go further than a couple of lines, it is like I don't dare for it is so sensitive, too sensitive for people who are intending to take a fight and through behind their backs things were checked "hopeless"...

Waiting for The Last Chapter ... with stolen hope...

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Originally posted by Corvinous:
In this case I need to state a full profile of a 30 years aged man's life ....

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Originally posted by Corvinous:
Accepted ???

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Once upon a time in the land where the wealthy are blind and the poor are ghosts.
Lives a child with no shoes on his feet and no protecting seal around his heart. Where his tears aren’t as precious as the girl who cries over a doll she saw on the store.
Where his pain is not seen as the pain that spoiled secretary gets from her back.
Where the sweat that pours down from his face is not equal as the sweat from one doing Aerobic at the gym. Where people cross him by and look at him as a terrifying ghost that they wish they had never seen. Where when he lifts his hand where he carry his flowers which seems to be fading away, just like his soul. Asking people to buy them. But he doesn’t look at them. He knows what they will say and what they will not say.
As he stands there in the middle of road where he the cars to be like monsters pushing him from one side till the other. And as the heat burns away every hope of getting to have a childhood memory.
As he sees the children driving in the car, clean and happy. With their mother and father beside them sheltering them from his sight. And he just stands there in the middle of the war zone. With no weapon left to defeat with. No flag to lift up. Tears starts to slide down his cheek. And when people see him they tend to say, this is life, nothing we can do. And he becomes invisible to this world.

This as you noticed is not a typical story. I don’t know if there will be any happy ending story for this boy. This boy I saw one day when we were on the road to medinat nasr from West il balad. Asking us to by his flowers. And I saw his eyes, his eyes which seemed so empty and still so full of pain. I didn’t tell anybody about this boy and even though he really touched my heart I acted as if nothing was wrong.
The next time we were on our way buying some shoes for me, and near Ramses mall, I see him again, and this time I see him crying. And suddenly I was filled with pain. The way he looked, Oh my God, he was so full of despair, that he didn’t even bother to lift his hands to sell us his flowers.
And I am sitting there, in the taxi thinking of how selfish I am, thinking about buying shoes which I don’t even need and will use only once or twice. While this child doesn’t even have shoes on his feet.
And as I never cry in public. This time when I reached the mall we were going to, and my brother saw that something was wrong with me. I bursted in tears. Then my whole family, my mother and my uncle, aunt and their children and my two brothers and cousins all comforted me.
But who comforts that child? Who gives him a warm hug? Who tells him tomorrow will come and bring you hope.
I still remember that boy and I still cant stop my tears from falling down for him.

God I have no one but You to beg, and no one but You listen.
I have no one but You to ask and only You can answer.
Give the lost souls a home to return to, Cause You are The Giver.
Wipe the tears of the ones who cant stop crying, Cause You are The Most Strong.
Comfort those who are left alone, Cause You are The Comforter.
Protect those who has no seal to protect their heart, Cause You are The Protector.
Give them faith, when darkness seems to haunt their lives, Cause You are Ghe Guardian of Faith.
Give them strength when they are weak, Cause You are The Powerful.
Find those who cannot find themselves, Cause You are The Finder.
Let them find comfort in You, Let them find kindness in you which they couldn’t find on earth, Cause You are The Protecting Friend.
Give them an ocean of Love, which they could not get from human beings, Cause You are The Loving.
And when the moments come and they leave this earth, Give them peace which was not found on this world full of wars, cause You are the Source of Peace.

Ameen

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Originally posted by Serendipity:
Thank you Snoozin, I really appreciate that you liked it. it means much to me, since at this point I am a bit confused about if I should continue my dream of writing or stop it since it seems hopeless. thanks again

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Please don't ever abandon the dream of writing! Writing is something I have always wanted to do. I love it. But I don't have a natural talent for it. You definitely have a wonderful natural talent for it. If you share it with us, you give us a great gift.

So please, I am selfish, please share.

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Originally posted by Serendipity:
Chapter 4
“A wounded heart”

Once upon a time in the land where the wealthy are blind and the poor are ghosts.
Lives a child with no shoes on his feet and no protecting seal around his heart. Where his tears aren’t as precious as the girl who cries over a doll she saw on the store.
Where his pain is not seen as the pain that spoiled secretary gets from her back.
Where the sweat that pours down from his face is not equal as the sweat from one doing Aerobic at the gym. Where people cross him by and look at him as a terrifying ghost that they wish they had never seen. Where when he lifts his hand where he carry his flowers which seems to be fading away, just like his soul. Asking people to buy them. But he doesn’t look at them. He knows what they will say and what they will not say.
As he stands there in the middle of road where he the cars to be like monsters pushing him from one side till the other. And as the heat burns away every hope of getting to have a childhood memory.
As he sees the children driving in the car, clean and happy. With their mother and father beside them sheltering them from his sight. And he just stands there in the middle of the war zone. With no weapon left to defeat with. No flag to lift up. Tears starts to slide down his cheek. And when people see him they tend to say, this is life, nothing we can do. And he becomes invisible to this world.

This as you noticed is not a typical story. I don’t know if there will be any happy ending story for this boy. This boy I saw one day when we were on the road to medinat nasr from West il balad. Asking us to by his flowers. And I saw his eyes, his eyes which seemed so empty and still so full of pain. I didn’t tell anybody about this boy and even though he really touched my heart I acted as if nothing was wrong.
The next time we were on our way buying some shoes for me, and near Ramses mall, I see him again, and this time I see him crying. And suddenly I was filled with pain. The way he looked, Oh my God, he was so full of despair, that he didn’t even bother to lift his hands to sell us his flowers.
And I am sitting there, in the taxi thinking of how selfish I am, thinking about buying shoes which I don’t even need and will use only once or twice. While this child doesn’t even have shoes on his feet.
And as I never cry in public. This time when I reached the mall we were going to, and my brother saw that something was wrong with me. I bursted in tears. Then my whole family, my mother and my uncle, aunt and their children and my two brothers and cousins all comforted me.
But who comforts that child? Who gives him a warm hug? Who tells him tomorrow will come and bring you hope.
I still remember that boy and I still cant stop my tears from falling down for him.

God I have no one but You to beg, and no one but You listen.
I have no one but You to ask and only You can answer.
Give the lost souls a home to return to, Cause You are The Giver.
Wipe the tears of the ones who cant stop crying, Cause You are The Most Strong.
Comfort those who are left alone, Cause You are The Comforter.
Protect those who has no seal to protect their heart, Cause You are The Protector.
Give them faith, when darkness seems to haunt their lives, Cause You are Ghe Guardian of Faith.
Give them strength when they are weak, Cause You are The Powerful.
Find those who cannot find themselves, Cause You are The Finder.
Let them find comfort in You, Let them find kindness in you which they couldn’t find on earth, Cause You are The Protecting Friend.
Give them an ocean of Love, which they could not get from human beings, Cause You are The Loving.
And when the moments come and they leave this earth, Give them peace which was not found on this world full of wars, cause You are the Source of Peace.

Ameen

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its funny you wrote about this now, because i had very similar emotions yesterday. i was doing some work in a very poor suburb, and all the children were wearing torn clothes, had bare feet. one particular child got my attention, he was covered all over in a red rash, that had ravished his skin. and the man i was talking to, just pointed at the child and said his parents dont have the money for medicine. it was so horrible. i stil can't get the image of that child out of my head.
when i first graduated, i worked in an NGO called hope village, that helped street children. every single one of them had a heartbreaking story. if you think his life in the street is sad, you can't imagine how sad his family life was. because its that family life that pushed him to run from home and seek the streets. one of the children was a 10 year old beautiful polite boy. his father told him to go out in the street and earn at leat L.E 10 or else he won't be allowed home. that boy had a rheumatic heart. another girl was kicked out of the house after both her parents divorced and remarried. another one was so poor she started working as a pimp when she was 10 years old! she'd find girls for her clients, mostly taxi drivers. and if she couldn't find a girl, she'd use one of her sisters, 13, and 16.
the problem is these children become so addicted to street life, after a while it becomes so difficult to convince them to go home. they always talk about its "freedom" no one to shout at them, order them, no school, or teachers who beat them.
i'm sorry i wrote this long post, but i'm very sensitive about this subject

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Originally posted by 7aya:
its funny you wrote about this now, because i had very similar emotions yesterday. i was doing some work in a very poor suburb, and all the children were wearing torn clothes, had bare feet. one particular child got my attention, he was covered all over in a red rash, that had ravished his skin. and the man i was talking to, just pointed at the child and said his parents dont have the money for medicine. it was so horrible. i stil can't get the image of that child out of my head.
when i first graduated, i worked in an NGO called hope village, that helped street children. every single one of them had a heartbreaking story. if you think his life in the street is sad, you can't imagine how sad his family life was. because its that family life that pushed him to run from home and seek the streets. one of the children was a 10 year old beautiful polite boy. his father told him to go out in the street and earn at leat L.E 10 or else he won't be allowed home. that boy had a rheumatic heart. another girl was kicked out of the house after both her parents divorced and remarried. another one was so poor she started working as a pimp when she was 10 years old! she'd find girls for her clients, mostly taxi drivers. and if she couldn't find a girl, she'd use one of her sisters, 13, and 16.
the problem is these children become so addicted to street life, after a while it becomes so difficult to convince them to go home. they always talk about its "freedom" no one to shout at them, order them, no school, or teachers who beat them.
i'm sorry i wrote this long post, but i'm very sensitive about this subject

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I have here a very important question to ask you 7aya, I have been told my heart is too full of anger and the best thing to do is to get busy and get myself lost and washed in a river of good actions beneficiary to others and that would re-direct the flow of energy into my heart to the positive building direction instead of the other way around.

I am so interested to know how I would have chance to join that NGO ????

Please I need that information and some advice about the thing in general.

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Originally posted by Serendipity:
Chapter 4
“A wounded heart”

Once upon a time in the land where the wealthy are blind and the poor are ghosts.
Lives a child with no shoes on his feet and no protecting seal around his heart. Where his tears aren’t as precious as the girl who cries over a doll she saw on the store.
Where his pain is not seen as the pain that spoiled secretary gets from her back.
Where the sweat that pours down from his face is not equal as the sweat from one doing Aerobic at the gym. Where people cross him by and look at him as a terrifying ghost that they wish they had never seen. Where when he lifts his hand where he carry his flowers which seems to be fading away, just like his soul. Asking people to buy them. But he doesn’t look at them. He knows what they will say and what they will not say.
As he stands there in the middle of road where he the cars to be like monsters pushing him from one side till the other. And as the heat burns away every hope of getting to have a childhood memory.
As he sees the children driving in the car, clean and happy. With their mother and father beside them sheltering them from his sight. And he just stands there in the middle of the war zone. With no weapon left to defeat with. No flag to lift up. Tears starts to slide down his cheek. And when people see him they tend to say, this is life, nothing we can do. And he becomes invisible to this world.

This as you noticed is not a typical story. I don’t know if there will be any happy ending story for this boy. This boy I saw one day when we were on the road to medinat nasr from West il balad. Asking us to by his flowers. And I saw his eyes, his eyes which seemed so empty and still so full of pain. I didn’t tell anybody about this boy and even though he really touched my heart I acted as if nothing was wrong.
The next time we were on our way buying some shoes for me, and near Ramses mall, I see him again, and this time I see him crying. And suddenly I was filled with pain. The way he looked, Oh my God, he was so full of despair, that he didn’t even bother to lift his hands to sell us his flowers.
And I am sitting there, in the taxi thinking of how selfish I am, thinking about buying shoes which I don’t even need and will use only once or twice. While this child doesn’t even have shoes on his feet.
And as I never cry in public. This time when I reached the mall we were going to, and my brother saw that something was wrong with me. I bursted in tears. Then my whole family, my mother and my uncle, aunt and their children and my two brothers and cousins all comforted me.
But who comforts that child? Who gives him a warm hug? Who tells him tomorrow will come and bring you hope.
I still remember that boy and I still cant stop my tears from falling down for him.

God I have no one but You to beg, and no one but You listen.
I have no one but You to ask and only You can answer.
Give the lost souls a home to return to, Cause You are The Giver.
Wipe the tears of the ones who cant stop crying, Cause You are The Most Strong.
Comfort those who are left alone, Cause You are The Comforter.
Protect those who has no seal to protect their heart, Cause You are The Protector.
Give them faith, when darkness seems to haunt their lives, Cause You are Ghe Guardian of Faith.
Give them strength when they are weak, Cause You are The Powerful.
Find those who cannot find themselves, Cause You are The Finder.
Let them find comfort in You, Let them find kindness in you which they couldn’t find on earth, Cause You are The Protecting Friend.
Give them an ocean of Love, which they could not get from human beings, Cause You are The Loving.
And when the moments come and they leave this earth, Give them peace which was not found on this world full of wars, cause You are the Source of Peace.

Ameen

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wish u never wrote that chapter sara, it reminded me how selfish & mean I am.

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Originally posted by penelope:
wish u never wrote that chapter sara, it reminded me how selfish & mean I am.

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Originally posted by Lonely:
Hi Sara,

How are you doing, hope you are doing well, did you receive my eamil, i know you are busy these days, Rabena Ma3aki

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Hey lonely! yes I got your mail..sorry for not responding..I am just a bit busy packing now. Going to travel on tuesday inshallah. But will reply to you before then.
How are you doing?

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Originally posted by Nicole20:
Hey i noticed that you worked for hope village..i have been trying to find contact info for them as i would like to volunteer can you hook me up with some info?

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yeah i worked for them. email me at yasminefathy@hotmail.com and ill give you all the numbers i have

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Originally posted by 7aya:
yeah i worked for them. email me at yasminefathy@hotmail.com and ill give you all the numbers i have

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Originally posted by Corvinous:
please, I have asked ya just that before ya 7aya, can i email ya to have the information about it ? are they UN affiliated ?

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Originally posted by 7aya:
yeah sure email me

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