On Olives and Sake

The last time I tried to write a post, was at early morning on the 28th of July, My first dawn there in Cairo, on the crossroads of Africa, The Nile and The Mediterranean…
I couldnt, I was overwhelmed with a feeling, a mix of Happiness, Ease, Peace and Surrender.
I couldnt write about that feeling.

The story starts 5 years ago, or maybe 20 billion years ago [classic but very true]…

Last month, I surrendered myself to a world of extremes. Step by step, slowly but steadily I surrendered myself to that place – human – lover – belief – idea – dream.

I was shaken to my bones at every moment with a flood of contradictive but extreme feelings, at every single moment. it was a stimulating, brain straining month.

The amount of memories, flashbacks I have of that month, is maybe more than I have of my whole last 18 years.

I donno what more can I write about her,
My Fairy Tale?
My “She”?
Me?

My language fails me, falls short, cries, chokes and bleeds, and can only rattle out “B7ebbek 2ad ma 2albi w 2lbek besa3u 7ob”…

between the restless TV, tuned on to al-Jazeera and Manar all day, or Muhammed Mounir in the background of everything we did, even if we didnt really hear it, or the delicate details of her skin, in a month, I saw Earth revolving around 2 persons, 2 becoming 1? no, becoming 3, more than 6 billions… I could swear that I felt Earth, The Sun, The Milky Way, All, revolving around “us”.

رقصة شهية هي الحياة

للعشوقية والمعشقة
مرة فمرة حلمك هواك
يملى الدنبا بالزقزقة

ويبقى الحلم صورة وصوت
لو بطلنا نحلم نموت

حبة صبر حبة حماس
يبقى الحلم صورة وصوت

لو بطلنا نحلم نموت
لو بطلنا نحلم نموت
لو بطلنا نحلم نموت
لو بطلنا نحلم نموت

The last msg i got before i checked in my passport at Cairo Airport, was from Maad, he told me to “keep staring in her eyes, u’ll miss them”

I do.

This entry was posted on Friday, August 25th, 2006 at 7:41 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.