Monthly Archives: September 2015

Nubia, land of the kind people

In the far South of Egypt, lies Nubia, land of the kind people. These scenes were captured by my mobile while enjoying a boat trip in the Nile from Nubia to Aswan. More photos to come inshaAllah in other posts.   … Continue reading

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لماذا أحب الكتابة و أحتاج إليها؟

صارت الكتابة عصية جداً على نفسي، رغم الفيضانات المتتالية التي تجتاح عقلي و لا تمنعها السدود، فيضانات تأتي خاصةً وقت النوم ،أشعر معها بالغرق بداخلي ولا سبيل لإزاحة الزائد من مياهها لأتمكن من استعادة التركيز. الكتابة تصنع الضفائر. بهذه البساطة. … Continue reading

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Lost in abstractions, and mistook his wife for a hat

Yesterday, I knew that Oliver Sacks died. It’s not that I knew that he’s a famous writer nor that I am a fan of neurology, but nearly 2 years ago I came across his book (The Man Who Mistook His … Continue reading

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Lost in memory, yet found in spirituality

After quoting some lines from the story of (The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat: And Other Clinical Tales) by Oliver Sacks, I started reading the next short story/case in the section (Losses), and it’s called (The Lost … Continue reading

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