I'm a humanist, maybe Freudian!!

Dictionaries define "Humanism" as the belief that you can be happy and live without the need of religion". However, it would take you a prolonged instant to take a deeper dig about the theory.

According to this theory, humans are driven to achieve their maximum potential and will always do so unless obstacles are placed in their way.  These obstacles include hunger, thirst, financial problems, safety issues, or anything else that takes our focus away from maximum psychological growth.

The best way to describe this theory is to utilize the famous pyramid developed by Abraham Maslow (1970) called the Hierarchy of Needs.  Maslow believed that humans have specific needs that must be met and that if lower level needs go unmet, we can not possible strive for higher level needs.  The Hierarchy of Needs shows that at the lower level, we must focus on basic issues such as food, sleep, and safety.  Without food, without sleep, how could we possible focus on the higher level needs such as respect, education, and recognition?

Throughout our lives, we work toward achieving the top of the pyramid, self actualization, or the realization of all of our potential.  As we move up the pyramid, however, things get in the way which slow us down and often knock us backward.  Imagine working toward the respect and recognition of your colleagues and suddenly finding yourself out of work and homeless.  Suddenly, you are forced backward and can no longer focus your attention on your work due to the need for finding food and shelter for you and your family.

According to Maslow, nobody has ever reached the peak of his pyramid.  We all may strive for it and some may even get close, but no one has achieved full self-actualization.  Self-actualization means a complete understanding of who you are, a sense of completeness, of being the best person you could possibly be.  To have achieved this goal is to stop living, for what is there to strive for if you have learned everything about yourself, if you have experienced all that you can, and if there is no way left for you to grow emotionally, intellectually, or spiritually.

Sigmund Freud also demonstrated his theory of motivation;psychoanalytic theory. As part of this theory, he believed that humans have only two basic drives: Eros and Thanatos, or the Life and Death drives.  According to Psychoanalytic theory, everything we do, every thought we have, and every emotion we experience has one of two goals: to help us survive or to prevent our destruction.  This is similar to instinct theory, however, Freud believed that the vast majority of our knowledge about these drives is buried in the unconscious part of the mind.

Religion has always been the intangible conscious in every part of us; that's when religion is there for ushering regulations. May be Maslow didn't imply in his theory the case point in religion but he might have intended to include its regulation in a non-utopian human who would never reach perfection aka "Actualization". Al least, that's my own outcome. Work hard, achieve, yearn for your goal  and crave for your dream; else, lose your life.

“As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.” George Bernard Shaw

Baby Feminist

On one mild school day, our kindergarten mistress asked the senior students to fill the pace of the schoolyard and clap hands and cheer for the KG pupils on their costume party celebrating the Easter.

Busy clapping, I observed how boys and girls in KG act according to their sexes. Is it really hormones and physiology that impose women to be recessive?  It's not an inquiry for me, only a private interest to observe people's patterns of behaviors and affiliate their behaviors to traditions society tackled.

Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, there was neither a dominant nor a recessive behavior that would distinguish a girl from a boy. In proportional ratio, girls were as energetic and lively as boys were. Oh man! Girls weren't nagging at a deck and crying "mammy, mammy, where is she?!"

And watch it out! I neither demonstrate God's differences in creation nor inquire mere equality deceasing feminine in a woman.

 However, I have a clue.

Feminist theories don't have to imply equality. But also don't have to imply underestimating the success of females or ridicule the fair sex by despising them.

Why should a woman be at blame for having ambitions for success? What's wrong with a woman whose dreams are not relevant to marriage? Why it is a woman's vice being ambitious or strong? Why will she always have to claim a pretext or act subtle for seeking a target of her own? Why can't men "yield" to confess a woman's success as if it would lessen his manhood bowing for her achievements? For what reason should the young butterflies I met at my schoolyard be suppressed as they bloom?

Society is enough passive bringing up inferior futile women embedding in ladies the notion that they are born only for recessive functions.

Sexual harassment and assault had become a daily basis routine that we could barely distinguish. Surprisingly, women are the ones to be blamed for men's excruciation.

And if you advocate women's rights, you would be censured and alleged a "feminist". A feminist is not born a feminist! He/she should have been born in social stipulations that triggered him/her to move or whatever you name it.

Will we put our heads into the peephole and assume to live a conventional life regardless of satisfaction or achievements? If society continues to underestimate women and perceive feminists or women's rights advocates as committers of obscenity, even men won't antecede…Cheers, cheers.

Don't vote, your voice won't count!

Don't weep your eyes excruciatingly that way.. You read it correct; "Don't vote". Psychologically, this might  wake you up from your ailment; as you have been concealing your voice in your legal refrenedum. However, we can follow the miused or exploited motto: "Let bygones be bygones" aka "3fa Allah 3ma salaf" and shred the old horrid picture in mubarak 's rule.

Convincing a negatively supressed man who has never shared in any poll (even in presidental election) was like demanding a juris to commit a major vice. Father and mother have never dared to share in an election, all their lifetime, they have been supressed either by parental restriction or later, by injust legitimacy. When I asked the man with white hair have you ever shared in a poll?
The answer was unsurprizingly; "NO, none of which was fair, why should I vote when otherwise, my voice won't be counted?"
And why on earth shall you ever supress your voice again and abort your rights like a deceased corpse? Your voice finally counts because I'll vote too, Mohamed will vote too, Kamal, Ali, Fatma, Muslim Brotherhood and National Democratic Party (NPD) and Salafists too!
Yes, muslim brotherhood want to scurry us to vote "YES" before the formation of parties from the revolution. For God's sake, why should these people plot us with belief of misbelief to relate our vote to God. they say "Saying YES will garant you a place in paradise, they went distributing food to poor assuring they would vote YES and went with mics everywhere convincing illiterate people to say yes intimidating them with the clutter and lake of stability in the country if we say "NO".
People -or Me if you acquit yourself from your rights- still need to witness other parties on the stage and not only the brotherhood, the previous parliament didn't allow the foundation of new parites. I'm an Egyptian who want to witness a liberal, a communist, and even a secular!
But there is no need for much intellegence, people, what has voting "NO" or even working with the 1971 constitution (during the interim stage) do with peaceful citizens? what if Armed Forces executed military detention on any desperado?
Putting constitution won't take a lifetime to be done; law experts affirmed it takes no more that hours and within two weeks it would be done, No need to dwell about the two years putting a new constitution.

Guys of the brotherhood intimidate poor that if we say NO, the Forces will use its legitimacy and its imperative rules on us or work with the 71 constitution, then you want to fear me and make me support the old constitution that only amended articles relating to the presidnetal elections while left other articles in controversary? So Are you with or agaisnt the amendments? and you already know we will work with the very same constitution for more that a year (when a new presidnet come on board).

Otherwise, (if it's yes or no) military forces will rule the country for at least 6 months or afer the parliamentary and presidental elections. So voting "yes" won't accelerate anything.

Tommorow is the final day, maybe a new blooming era of  pure democracy or other version of brainwash and supressing mind. I'll be part of tommorow, maybe I may not have the authenticity to vote but I'll have the same inevitable role to say "NO" with my unyielding voice.

The deluded bugger.

I wish emotions could be conveyed into some bare words. My tender readers, don't judge my writing as poor or naïve, my tears are pouring over my keyboard. And I shall never prove to you I'm naïve. Part of my change is "Never to let anybody neither manipulate my solid hard skeleton nor allow any warm pathetic speech affect my serene soft fleshy piece of brain". I am crying because I was manipulated by a speech and I am ashamed of myself believing facts without ascertaining their sources though it has never been my discipline.

 While sitting peacefully on my computer, a dear badly loved friend send me three links around which Wael Ghoniem is litigated for being an agent for America. Three links. Each of which play on one point; "I'll brainwash your mind"And it's incredibly believed how you can be with somebody and surprisingly, within two minutes after reading a non trustable source, you could be manipulated to be against him".

And it happened to me today, after checking the links; I shared them to be a part of the continuous spreading web for a fake truth where spreading itself could be a good reason to make you believe.

In quick details, the first link said "wikileaks website confirmed that Wael was…. "

*"where is the link to wikileaks website?" A friend on FB I've never contacted with commented on my shared link.

-There is actually no wikileaks; the website has been closed and surprisingly I already know it and said to me "they might found some way and got it back". Who are "they"? I don't know!

Another: the second link was a facebook page of about 200 thousand members who should have been "brainwashed" with some blue bold words and of which had a sort of impact on me and thanks to God, they vanished within 40 minutes after putting my own assumptions. The third was one of the fake online clubs that whenever appear in Google search, I scurry away fearing virus. Here I'll share with you what the page accused Wael of. Now Wael for me is neither an official speaker nor the caller for the revolt. But here are some points just to prove to myself first how easy we can be brainwashed by some fake truth.

*The page said that Wael is a freemason because he wears a waistband that belongs to freemasons and wearing T-shirts with a "Masonic" mark.

-Well, does Wael's being part of whatever community could be a well-to-do reason behind the Egyptian revolts? How can we judge some one's wearing as being part of a conspiracy agency? What if he really was a freemason? Then we shall step back away from our own demands. And if he really was, he is enough smart to remove any evidence against himself and evade all these stories by acting one of the public.

*He was judged that he didn't share in the revolts from the beginning and he has been cheering and dancing after Mubarak's step down. though he was agaisnt much feats after Victory.
  For God's sake, is not this guy a human? Isn't he affliated to be an Egyptian and relevent to our happiness?!.. He is not the leader anyhow.And OH, hasn't he been in prison? Wael once said when asked about his role in the revolts," There are no heroes; we are all heroes of ourselves". When his words are uttered along my ears, and my eyes reviews again the words I read, I can understand I am enough sane to tell between a fake cry or speech and a real one. Wael confirmed that he have been well-dealt at the prison contradicting what the page was murmuring around.

I was intending to make a long debate here litigating the case of the page and change perspective about it, and now-after I no longer cry- I think it would be trivial to waste time posting a blatant on a page that has no sane case and has nothing to do with our revolts and will never pull our success into vain of trivial thinking. Now Egypt is the one deserving my solid Skelton and serene flesh J

Thank you Eman, and thank you God for alerting me up. 

EGYPT in CRISIS III- Curfew Nights 3

1 February 2011

I've never imagined the day I'd share my diaries, I would be speaking about a demonstration.I'd make it flat this time. Today is the protest of the millions. It started from El-Kaed Ibrahim in Alex. The same was at El-Tahrir square. My cousins were in the demonstration and I've been fighting with my dad just to let me go with my nation wherever it goes. Only one calm answer, "I only have one Jailan".

The president's speech followed by Obama's tail-speech leaped the hearts of Egyptians. Since the moment Mubarak ended his emotional speech, I could understand one inevitable truth; we are part of  a dirty game, our minds and emotions are a ball handled among unfair men and our innocence is the black sheep.

My country's dilemma is not of one nation. For a million reasons, the world is surrounding us. Only what can be done is a sitting with oneself and weighing pros and cons of my country. I can have NO TRUST in anybody body but myself…

EGYPT in CRISIS II- Curfew Nights 2

30th of January 2011
Water taps didn't drop a single drop of water. Are we starting a new starvation system like Somalia?
No. Our new local non--governmental authorities fixed the problem. Water soon came about 4:00 p.m.

The date was completing the scenario of the previous days. The day on television and at nights, guarding buildings. That night gunshots were getting closer. The news of prisoners running away and thugs terrorizing people were the talk of the hour.

At night, dad and uncle Burhan and uncle Montaser, our neighbors went again downstairs repeating the same scenario, they are now getting closer, analyzing scenes as they see it and murmuring on their homes and the money running out of their hands.May that night be the last terrifying one..

31 of January 2011
That night gunshots where shadowing and unveiling its noise and was getting nearer to us. News in my square were about a truck with about 15-20 men with cold steel threatening the region and driving round.It's terror of all kinds, food is supposed to run out of our hands anytime, money as well, parents started losing power and hope. Egyptian streets are getting back a lot of their buried concepts starting from the neighborhood ending to the organizational committees made by people protecting people

One new good thing among demonstrations is my two new friends Nemo and Dedo; our neighbors' children. Their mother is a nice young woman who has political views which I admire. It's the first time for us to reveal the good neighborhood we have just upon those circumstances. How nice!

EGYPT in CRISIS II- Curfew Nights

29th January 2011-Revolt's lava {1}
It seems like Egypt is driven to wonderlands, this time a more dreadful version. Today's curfew was a bit excruciating.
About 2:00 p.m

Before the curfew starts, mom grabbed me up to Fathalla Market at El-Montaza square and on our way, I eye-witnessed El-Montaza police station with soot all over it; a scene of remorse for any patriotic fellow.Mom -like a bee- and in less than an hour, picked up all necessities then we were haunted in a typical Egyptian queue at the casher for another hour. The market was getting more and more exploded and people were starting fights. I bet that the same –if not more- number of protesters in Alex were inside the market.

9:00 p.m

Another scene was executing the eroding-security; the police withdrawal starts evolving the country. No policeman in the country! It's time for thugs to yell to our homes and protections have lain upon men, fathers, youth and providence of God. A chaos is filling the pace of our home, I found dad dressing up and in determination and persistence, he said," it's my duty to defend you, your mom and our little home". That night, we only slept of exhaust. For God's sake why should we hear gun-shots terrorizing our innocence?!

at our little balcony, Mom smirks in sarcasm and told me "where are women, dear?" . Mom has always been defying her little stubborn feminist-me. I'm still searching the answer yet it's a bit relaxing for me not to find it.

Our balcony doesn't possess a strategic position yet I can still have a look at the main street and our neighboring streets and my camera recording whatever I appreciate. Doesn't it seem hilarious to witness an army trunk running in your street?. Now Gaza's scenes are life in our strategic and spot-lighted country!!

 

EGYPT in CRISIS-Egyptian Litigation

Friday of anger:28th January 2011


Suppressed with tear gases- Alexandria



A Revolution embracing unity... Oppression and suppression, generalized anger, figures that paralyzed the soul of a treason-caller leadership who betrayed their master; the betrayed Mubarak …unanswered question. Curfews. Talks of medias, chaos of the town, no a whole country… Deliberately silent rulers and iron-solidified bold broad-minded Egyptians...Terrorism and local committees. Gun-shots and robberies, fighting back. Shouts for a man to "GET OUT", others supporting him but rather fighting the system... All agree upon change, safety and security.

Have I been hyperventilating with meaningless scenes? Has it been the hour of salvation? Are we at the brink of a revolution? It's time for evolution. Yes? I'm so ready.Events are falling like bullets of heavy rain on the day of thunder or rather less romantic. Oh, is it time for me drawing a metaphor and the world is bursting for my country?
Again, may be the hilarity afore is not of my sanity, yet justified. My heart has been leaping for the side-by side unity; we have finally come out of our dormant unsecured caves litigating our own case. When we say Egyptian revolution, it's a volcano of endless corruption and oppressive ores; it's sediment of suppressive minds and it's time for our productive lavas to pour with its densities.
It's January 28, 2011, "Friday of Anger" (aka the third day of anger since 25th of January) in Egypt when our devoted promising Egyptians inhibit for saying it loud; "NO" and for countless reasons of sediments of rights.I have never had any political interests. Neither did I  imagine I would fight with my dad on  participating in a 'revolution' nor imagine my blog interpreting a political review .For the whole week, I've been anchored in front of the television, it does never matter Al-Jazeera, Al Arabia, Mehwar, Al haya… it's a matter of truth. About 5 cohorts were protesting down my street in the most civilized language of all times, litigating their own justified demands.

Haven't we been living in a dictatorship long enough to shout it out and say "NO". Aren't we worthy the right of tasting new blood of faith to bring the majority to some evolution? Aren't 30 years enough for annihilating our worth? Haven't we born enough sarcasm from the whole world on Egypt and it's the mother of all-lands?!! Do we deserve a 45% of unemployment? Why are we embedded to freeze in the pace we are? Have we been granted for the license of retardation always and forever? Should living for the purpose of surviving be our uttermost? Does our government's utmost be having citizens busy with securing their homes rather than securing their future? Even in standard state of the country, shall we always fight for the brown bits of bread?How many have been under poverty line? 45 million? Isn't it enough? And how many are expected to be? How much money has been in the flesh of governs?

Am I imitating words that have been uttered since the day of my birth? I don't fight for bread, it's delivered to my home, I've never thought of what to eat tomorrow when today there's not enough food, I've never fought for shelter nor felt cold, I've not been flogged in humiliation nor cried of oppression but, most likely, fellows of my country have been before!
Do I have the validity to ask for prosperous life in my country, or "'d better run away?".Shall I cut it short on you and tell you why am struggling with my words today?!! I don't even know when are you going to cease my utterance, my country have broke down the internet connection since the very beginning of the day starting with facebook and twitter. All mobiles and networks were banned. This is my first pause; WHY?!
I would cry out with the protestors rather than typing peacefully and taking photos from my calm balcony, but it's my remorse that feels now the duty to shout the truth out to you. 'WE HAVE BEEN BETRAYED AND BEFORE OUR EYES, WE HAVE BEEN TO OPPRESSSION SEVERLY, WE WERE PLUNDERED AND OUR GOVERNMET WITNESSED OUR PIRACY AND SHARED IN ITS CORRUPTION AND THE RESPONSIBILITY LIES UPON ONE MAN; OUR PRESIDENT EVEN IF HE HAS BEEN BETRAYED TOO"
WHY HAS KHALED SAEED BEEN TORTURED TO DEATH? WHY 2000+ WERE DRAWNED IN A FERRY? WHY, WHY AND WHY?!

Alexandria's "winter's tale"

I rested my nose onto the glass of the window watching the scene of the bare street and a stream of cold air leaked and passed directly to my face. Two minutes before, I was pampering my legs under the warm counterpane. It was about 8:30 am.
The early start of the morning reveals the coming of the long-ly awaited winter. I'm writing this and meanwhile my fingertips are frozen!!

On the last Saturday 17\12, Alexandria has witnessed the official coming of winter. This time even more 'powerful' than ever!
Mom has finally switched our cupboards' suits to our old heavy stuff. What makes things seem funnier is that Egypt has forgotten a season called "winter" that came over late this year. Even when we exclaimed in stupidity, my Slovakian teacher admits what we had is something like springs' fall in her country!!
Ouch! I'm not here just to say how frightening it was hearing the whirls outside and the noisy continuous flow of rain that radiates coldness along its way down.

Yet, for me it was a really contradicting fact that Global Warming is chasing the world and within less than 20 years –if not even less- our home world will be a figure of intangible fires and water flooding all-over the round wandering Earth. And we are still celebrating a "winter"!!
And here comes the tie of my mental conflict; beside the increasing CO2 that chases heat and put on "'heats" to the bare atmosphere, the submerged particles in our dirty air will play a leading role in preventing sun rays to the earth starting a new ice age.

That is it. As summer begins, I believe the world would turn to the ball of fire and as winter falls, I have an unsorted vision of tomorrow... Only time knows.
Jailan.

On the day of SUCESS!!

Cheers, cheers are all filling the pace. Applauds are ringing like urgent phones! And everybody is shouting understandable words, even the students' queue is now a mess. And among the hassle, a highly pitched sound is calling out the names on the list in the left hand. It's the voice of my teacher so determined and cheerful too!
And as the name is announced, the cheers go louder and chaos fills the place again. "Congratulations, heeeh bravos, bravos" and even if they don't know you, they will congratulate you.
And it happens. Your name's turn! It's the time. Seconds utter your name slowly and your bare feet struggle with the crowd as if you have never been in it. Go and shake hands in respect to the honorable people at your face, fitch an envelope to your hand and smile- stand still aside.
It's all nonsense till you are back home smiling to the woman waiting for you on door. You will handle your mother the nameplate and loudly she reads:
"It's a pleasure to our hearts to congratulate you on the occasion of achieving high grades. Your name has been recorded on the list of honour.Wishing you more success and progress"

For remembrance of the man.

Every 6th of October is always a school day, and for remembrance of our war- Egyptians- and victory over Israel in Sinai, we have the 6th of every October a day- off.

I was asked this year to write a 150 words paragraph of what comes to  mind when we mention the name of  Anwar El Sadat-Egypt's ex-president and leader of 1973 war R.I.P.

 

For my friends  who don't know about the 1973 Arab-Israeli War, it's- in brief -the conflict between Arabs and Israel, as during this era, Israel believed a claim to be the first world power and under the pretext of this, it conquered Sinai in 1967; as we call- literally- the heart of Egypt.
Egypt -the son of revenge- devoted the years to get  rights back and with the leadership of El Sadat, we surprised the enemy and the whole world with the overwhelming victory.
That's it All.

Here is what I said:

   

Renaissance after a setback; this is Anwar El Sadat. Not only did I mean 1967 setback but also Egyptians ' life setback sweeping economics, commerce and industry. Then El-Sadat came with his broad-minded intellect rising Egyptian society as possible as he can.

May be what would come up to my mind is an era of debate and altercation regarding his policy and peace treaty with Israel- especially from Arabs. Such thing usually happens when a man call for an era of blooming.

Despite that we are brought up in a generation later than of El- Sadat's and that the only thing we got to know about that man is Ahmad Zaki's film and our history books, he is still carved in our minds as "the man of peace and war" and every 6^th of October is a special day off for us all, with the songs of victory and documentaries about wars.

According to modern history of Egypt, Nasser had put the bases and Sadat had accomplished the pace.

P.S : this picture of Anwar El Sadat is a stencil drawn by: A73

Once upon a day during my last mid-year vacation -and as always -I was anchored in my pace in front of the book centre in the mall nearby; to find a pink colored book catching my sight and is possibly capable to catch the sight of any Muslim lady with its cover of a girl's face once with the veil and another photo with her blond hair it as if she is torn between religion and the other life, that's how I feel from the first glance on that book.

Soon I did my searches about the book- back then I was at home- and here is what I found –worthy to be shared- :

"Who am I? Jamie or Jamielah?"

She is Jamie Towfeek; a 16-year-old Australian-Muslim-Lebanese teen wondering who she really is as she straddles two cultural realities living in Sydney's western suburbs. Jamielah is overly protected by her father who imposes strict curbs on her social life especially after the death of her mother.

There are a lot of things Jamie hates about her life: her dark hair, her dad's Stone Age Character of Curfew Rights, her real name - Jamilah Towfeek.

Obviously, Jamielah seemed to be ashamed of her true identity and heritage as being in western country. That's why she dyes her hair blonde and wears blue lenses and is determined to be known among her friends as "Jamie"

Her only friend whom she shares her thoughts with is her e-mail friend, John.

"At school I'm Aussie-blonde Jamie -- one of the crowds. At home I'm Muslim Jamilah -- driven mad by my Stone Age dad. I should win an Oscar for my acting skills. But I can't keep it up for much longer..."

Then the true dilemma comes when she had to join her high school when she struggles about revealing her true identity. Who is she? Jaime, the assumed among friends, or jamilah!!

One more problem there; when the cutest boy at school asks her out and her friends start to wonder about her life outside school her secrets then are threatened to explode!!

Another serial of dilemmas passes by her older sister; Shereen who is a hejab wearing girl and is totally absorbed in political causes, human rights and anti war protester. Her father wanted her to settle down.

The author is Randa Abdel Fattah; an Arab novelist and the author of ''Does my head look big in this" Book. "Ten things about me" is her second book and was first published in Australia, 2007.

Oh, well, I'm not here reviewing a book I haven't read or tell a story of me searching for a book.

I personally perceive Arab teen Muslims who live in western countries as a dilemma themselves. Who of them won't be torn between his/her ancestors' customs and how life is there?! And who of them won't choose more freedom and less controlled restricted life when choice is offered and obliging itself? Surely nobody!

And who of them would choose to reveal a true identity that seems in the eyes of westerns as a stone –aged society?!

Randa, in my opinion, -note that I've not read the book- is not only telling a story or a novel for tonight's sleep but is handling a social problem supposed to face any teen in Jamie of Jamielah's condition.

"Ten things I hate about me" is a book I'm looking forward to, in hope to find more that just a story!

الاسكندرية ترنيمة الزمان ومعشوقة التاريخ لا أدرى إن كنت أسكنها أم انها تسكن وتتوسد حناياي )الاسكندر الاكبر)

Alexandria Hymn to time and date lass, I do not know if I live in it or it lives and pillows in my knot (Alexander the Great).
Alexandria, what does it pop up in your mind? Is it your last summer holiday? Photos you have taken by Stanley Bridge last summer? The wonderful breeze and cool Mediterranean? Boats, the grilled fish with sayadeya rice, Bahary and Makram's ice cream? Meeting the Alexandrians; agda3 nas? May be the old Romanian culture and lately the great Bibliotheca...


Alexandria has always been that wonderful place headed by Egyptians and Non-Egyptians as a resort and a place to enjoy holidays and rest. Even we –Alexandrians- never enjoy the city in summer because of the high population density and the crowd plus the terrible traffic jam.
Well, this time, I'd like to focus some light spots on my beloved hometown; Alexandria and lately capital of Arab tourism for the year 2010.

Ramadan's blessing dates

Tonight is Ramadan's night. Mom is preparing our "sohour" right now.



The holy month is commonly known with being special and different; it's known for spirituality, getting closer to family, and having our iftar with them; we all go break our fast and eat at the same time, also it's known for its oriental sweets that we usually eat plenty of. And usually the first thing that touches our saliva is water and dates...


Dates are served and eaten during the breaking of our fast following our prophet. You know that the sweetness of the date takes the edge off hunger?Yes, dates contain a lot of sugar with less fat and easily digested so they raise the energy in your body instantly and prevent you from overeating.