It is night, just the beginning of the night, my day was exhausting but recently my mind got cleared after a period of uncertainty so I am a bit relaxed, the weather is weird today, very hot, no sun, blurred with a blue-grey colour without clouds.
The sound of the prayer call is loud with a familiar tone; I begin to think again about religion, what should I do to be better? It is always a conversation between myself and me.
The famous silly question and answer dialog that ends by me comforting my self that the good ones will eventually go to heaven.
From ages, I do not read Egyptian newspapers but today I read some Egyptian articles on the internet. Some were about local and international politics, others about humanities, others about history and art, even sports, a variety of writers old and young and writing in different fields, but despite these differences they all shared one little thing, a week helpless tone in writing, even though this tone is sometimes strong but always empty of any hope or wish.
I stopped reading after the 12th article and began to realize the fact that they were helpless, even the fighters and the ironic ones were very hopeless and the only different voice I met was full of shit.
I wish I could spend all my day reading and reading anything and everything until I get bored of reading. And my only job consist in the end of each day to just write my thoughts about what I hear, read and see in a cute payable article.
Articles for a book or a newspaper or a magazine, not a so popular one but just known to people, maybe to insight someone sometimes somewhere.
From time to time to go shoot some photos and one day make a big gallery about sunrises and sunsets.
I am sure I will be thrilled and happy to work and work night and day like that without getting bored, just amusement and fun and creativity all day long.
From reading to goggling to listening to music or concerts, watching movies and theatre plays and just write and write about all that.
Who knows may be one day I will fly with the stars, may be one day I will love what I do and with whom I am doing it, may be one day.
It seams I am sleepy, I will check into bed and fall asleep, I have a long day tomorrow from 9 Am to 10 pm with 2 hours break, I will try to sleep despite Yahiya’s play attempts to wake me.
The sound of the prayer call is loud with a familiar tone; I begin to think again about religion, what should I do to be better? It is always a conversation between myself and me.
The famous silly question and answer dialog that ends by me comforting my self that the good ones will eventually go to heaven.
From ages, I do not read Egyptian newspapers but today I read some Egyptian articles on the internet. Some were about local and international politics, others about humanities, others about history and art, even sports, a variety of writers old and young and writing in different fields, but despite these differences they all shared one little thing, a week helpless tone in writing, even though this tone is sometimes strong but always empty of any hope or wish.
I stopped reading after the 12th article and began to realize the fact that they were helpless, even the fighters and the ironic ones were very hopeless and the only different voice I met was full of shit.
I wish I could spend all my day reading and reading anything and everything until I get bored of reading. And my only job consist in the end of each day to just write my thoughts about what I hear, read and see in a cute payable article.
Articles for a book or a newspaper or a magazine, not a so popular one but just known to people, maybe to insight someone sometimes somewhere.
From time to time to go shoot some photos and one day make a big gallery about sunrises and sunsets.
I am sure I will be thrilled and happy to work and work night and day like that without getting bored, just amusement and fun and creativity all day long.
From reading to goggling to listening to music or concerts, watching movies and theatre plays and just write and write about all that.
Who knows may be one day I will fly with the stars, may be one day I will love what I do and with whom I am doing it, may be one day.
It seams I am sleepy, I will check into bed and fall asleep, I have a long day tomorrow from 9 Am to 10 pm with 2 hours break, I will try to sleep despite Yahiya’s play attempts to wake me.
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