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My Lack of Everything

whose ego - Sun, 18/10/2015 - 10:25pm

[I have been unceremoniously sacrificed on your altar- she said.]

No big fire lit the night sky ablaze. No war drums heeded my last steps to my certain fate.

No lamb was slaughtered and fed to the poor.

No pagan deity was appeased.

مكتوب #30

whose ego - Tue, 04/06/2013 - 4:58am
يرمقونني بنظرات تغلفها الريبة و التوجسيتحادثون في أمري من خلف ظهري, يتجادلون و يتشاجرون  ملابسه غريبة و كلماته غريبة و رأسه حليق - سمعهم ساراماجو ذات ليلة في الحانة و أخبرني و هو يترنح من أثر الخمر الرخيص


whose ego - Mon, 17/12/2012 - 6:19pm

Is there absolute good or absolute evil?
Are we born with an innate sense of right vs. wrong and a fixed set of values or does experience shape up our moral compass?Even within the same person in the same lifetime, is the moral code static or dynamic?

whose ego - Sat, 20/10/2012 - 9:23am
Look into my eyes, they're gonna tell you a secret.
Cambodia, April 2012.

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نكاح الجمعة

whose ego - Sun, 14/10/2012 - 6:21am
"يعجبنى نمط ثيابِك و وحدة محياكي. ما اسمك؟ - .... نور, اسمي نور."

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whose ego - Thu, 20/09/2012 - 9:24pm
Is this new interactive layout yay or nay? Your quick feedback would be much appreciated.

whose ego - Sat, 15/09/2012 - 6:46am
Confucius once said nothing.

There there. Pat pat.

whose ego - Wed, 12/09/2012 - 4:50am
Once again the war is waging between the atheist and the believer and, once again, I seem to have fallen through the cracks.

Belief, by definition, is faith in a superhuman deity or an intangible power, to which we can attribute the many grey areas in our existence. Questions lurking unanswered, unattended, can't be left to feed on our minds and our souls, triggering our most basic human instinct: our unbridled innate fear of the unknown and the uncharted.


whose ego - Fri, 10/08/2012 - 5:48am
I need conversation.

The problem with strangers is that they don't come with a promise, but I'm reaching out.
You're not just a stranger, you're MY stranger; and in this fateful communion may we both find solace, familiarity and unbound connection.

Every new experience, good or bad, creates a new limitation, inhibition, that occupies precious mind space.
The lesser mind space we're left with, the less we're capable of adventure or maneuver. Fear dominates and bitter acid burns our throats.

whose ego - Fri, 10/08/2012 - 1:58am
There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and contains the rocker. It’s an inside kind—wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one’s own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.

― Toni Morrison, Beloved

Love Meets Dream

whose ego - Sat, 28/07/2012 - 11:41pm
I wonder if we meet in a dream and have an official accord to fall in love, in a place each lover has went to strike the same agreement; if we hand over our souls to a river that intertwines us among waves that can’t separate us if they tried.
Then we wake up the next day, feeling extraordinary love for each other, not knowing we had already existed in another space.

I hope love is beyond this world.

Campaigning Romance

whose ego - Mon, 20/02/2012 - 8:45am
Hearts seeking love are on a perpetual quest for glory cause that's the original purpose they were designed to fulfill.
To fall in love may be an act of heart, true. However, to be in love is, above all, a mindset.
Some people are born with an innate affinity to romance, an insatiable heart. Those people to love are both at once, the prey and the predator.Other people are born with their hearts tethered and clenched into a fist. They get wet but never drenched. They trip in love but never fall.

مكتوب # 25

whose ego - Thu, 16/02/2012 - 1:15pm
أراكي يا صغيرتى تتحدثين عن الوطن
تتحدثين عن قطعة من أرض تجمع فى ربوعها أناس يتشاركون الانتماء و المصير و الهوية و الأجداد على اختلاف ألوانهم و شهواتهم و أربابهم. أى معضلة هذه تشيب فى أحجيتها رؤوس الخوارزمى و ابن سينا و أرسطو و نيوتن و ألفريد نوبل؟
هل توجد معادلة رياضية لتعريف الوطن؟هل من تفاعل كيميائى ينضح بمركب الوطن؟  الكون تتسع آفاقه و تتنامى أطرافه لتشمل ملايين الأوطان تتناحر فيما بينها بحثاً عن مكان فى الضؤ و لكن ألا تكفى الشمس الجميع؟ لقد ضاقت الأرض و السماوات بقابيل و هابيل و لم يكن لهما في الوطن شريكاً. أى عته هذا؟

All My Friends Are Aliens

whose ego - Thu, 16/02/2012 - 10:15am
In my other life, I'm an astronaut.

I negate gravity and I cease to exist in the conventional realms of being.

All my friends are aliens and despite hollywood and urban stereotypes, they live in large prospering communities and enjoy a surprisingly impeccable oral hygiene.
They let me stay in their lofty guesthouse and offer me rainbow colored pills for breakfast, lunch and dinner, à volonté.

whose ego - Sun, 05/02/2012 - 6:51am
I wonder if anybody still reads this blog...
Back in 2006/2008, I used to dread the attention it got... But now I'm just curious!

مكتوب # 37

whose ego - Wed, 01/02/2012 - 6:42am
حسناًلقد تعاهدنا دوماً فى كل مراسلاتنا السابقة على الصدق و لذلك سوف أكون صريحاً معكى
أنا لا آمن على نفسي فى هذا المكان  حاولت كثيراً أن أسكن إليه و أن أتخذ منه مأوى و ملاذ و أكون له الملهم و المُخَلِّص لكن دون جدوى

I'm Only Sleeping

whose ego - Fri, 27/01/2012 - 3:05am
Have you all fallen victim to the whim and caprice of the dream portal or is anyone still here with me, eluded by sleep, anchored to reality?

Sleep is such a mystifying activity and it puzzles me how casually we carry on such task without a hint of muse or skepticism. We lay our bodies in a coffin-like position and willingly surrender our conscious and wager our mere existence, our only unrefutable possession.

I Shall Now

whose ego - Fri, 30/12/2011 - 12:04am
I have lost touch with my current presence and I'm forever waiting for the future to come lure me out of my hiding.
Comes tomorrow, cause it always has and always will, and in this simple mundane fact I aspire to great promise.

I don't confuse numbers and I know the order of things cause that's the way the universe had been laid down.
My dad would take me hiking and we'd sleep under crystal skies and we'd count the stars.
First comes one, second comes two, and the rest is history.

لماذا لا تكتب؟

whose ego - Fri, 25/11/2011 - 5:36am
بتقبض من منظر صفحة بيضا
حاجة مخيفة سطور سطور فوق بعض فى سيميترية مربكة و هوامش فاضية مطلوب منى أملاها و بتحط عليا ضغوط و تعلق عليا آمال و تحملنى مسئوليات
و يقابلها فراغ ذهنى فى لحظة يقف فيها الوقت لدرجة أنك تصبح واعى باللحظات جوة اللحظة الواحدة و معنى يضج جواك و تشتهى له كلمات و ماتلاقيهاش. إحساس رهيب بالعجز أمام سطوة فكرة و قلة حيلة كلمة
إحساس أن أى حدوتة تكتبها أو رسمه ترسمها - مهما كانت حلوة - مستحيل تضاهى جمال و كمال الصفحة البيضا بنقائها و هندسة سطورها و وعودها و أحلامها


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