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Ten things to miss ...

June 8th 2011 19:56

I will miss....

The summer fruits,
At the next door shop,
The man that sells them,
Who asks me why I'm leaving?
The many children,
That have filled my heart with love
And the never ending feeling
Of making a difference
My dog... Bah
And swims at the beach
Snorkelling amongst the fish
Just moments away
Camels walking in the street
The warm and HOT weather
The friendly nature
Of always giving
My school which is also my home
And the wonderful teachers
Friends.. from all different countries
My house,
that was in a way my first house,
The upside down stars
And speaking arabic
Even if I'm like a child
Taxi drivers that are nice
And the Lagoona
There is obviously more than 10 things
Which is a good thing indeed
That I can't list them all,
Or name what this country means to me
I am egyptian in many ways
And this will always be my country
To return and feel loved in
Masalama ya masr

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Goodbye to Egypt...

May 21st 2011 18:38

Pack up the things,
That have made a home,
Take everything in,
And treasure,
All the laughs, smiles,
And fun to be had,
Love is all that is now,
And all that is old,
My mother, and children,
of Dahab,
Are in my heart,
Forever, today and now.
The experience I dreamed of,
But never thought would be real,
To meet my husband,
I feel its a dream,
One day I will indeed wake from,
Everything seems to be easy,
but yet easy gets boring,
I hope to keep pushing,
And exploring,
Because when I stop,
I know I will be gone
From this world,
To another place,
Because I will not stop
And I will stop at nothing,
Following a path
As long as we keep happy,
And content,
These challenges will make us,
An adventure he says,
And adventure it will be.
I just wish I could see his face,
And take it all in,
Hold his hand,
And guide him,
But its also something to do alone,
I see a smile,
Coming from around the corner,
With a big suitcase and dreadlocks,
I will be home,
And so will he,
Amazing it does seem,
To both be there together.
I love it. And I love it.
Every more each day.
But I can't stop tears coming,
To feel an end of an era.
The era of my awakening.
I don't know if I want to say it.
But it is time for goodbyes...
Goodbye my golden place.
Dahab.

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For men and women alike...

February 3rd 2011 22:54

A man and a woman
Standing behind a glass
I feel tough
No tears
5 phone calls later
Masalama ya asal
Tears are coming
He is leaving
She is sobbing
Airport glass tearing them apart
For some kind of reason
Distances apart
With no one to control it
I feel for them as I feel for many
Goodbyes to friends
loved ones
Husbands and wives
Children
A friend I thought was lost
Came tearing through
To make my belly hurt
With laughter
Smile over nothing
A friend from a small time
But a friend for a long time.
Goodbyes are not always goodbyes.

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Teachers in Egypt

January 8th 2011 13:51

Teachers in Egypt -

The teachers in Egypt are full of energy, maybe in their first year of teaching that is. This seems to drop and drop, and fluctuates from day to day after their efforts seem to go unseen, unheard, and under valued.
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Christmas in Egypt

December 25th 2010 17:59

Christmas in Egypt
I see lights and tinsel and all sorts of decorations, but what's really missing is my family. Christmas over the other side of the world makes you realise there is nothing about Christmas other than the true moment of spending it with your family hanging out by the pool and eating and talking. This is the gift of Christmas. It brings all the people you want to see together for that time of the year to give thanks for everything you have. And without my family by my side I just felt it was kind of another day. A time to give thanks, and a thanks well earned as I appreciate my friends and family more than ever in these years of distance. And I truly feel its an amazing thing to have been given back. The longing for my home. A love for the most normal mundane things. And just wanting to be by that pool sitting in the sun with my mum and brother there next to me.
My partner snuck out at night to get me a special present, as I explained how much this tradition means to me. Its a routine that has happened every year of my life, and I suddenly felt incomplete if there wasn't any presents under the Christmas tree. He is so sweet, and just tries his absolute best to make me happy, when sometimes I can't help but get homesick. Actually my partner is my family as I am glad to have him to share dinner with, and dessert, and presents, and walks in the town. As well as our lovely friend who bought us presents even though he doesn't celebrate the holiday. It is such an amazing place to be though, as all religions live in peace here. Everyone has their own way, and each person respects this. Who knew Christmas could bring so many thoughts to my mind? I thought it was just about Santa and presents, but even my sisters, with the youngest being 13 now, are moving on to accept Santa is not flying down the chimney at any moment but more so accepting caring and loving presents from each other. This is what Christmas is about. I used to feel hurt when I didn't get as many presents as my younger sisters but looking back now it meant that my father thought I could better accept that presents are not the only thing that Christmas should be about.

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Being a teacher...

December 16th 2010 16:51

Sometimes I feel teachers have the biggest job on earth. So many minds to mould and teach values. Say please. Say thankyou. Don't do this. Tidy up after yourself. And most of the time the respect is low and behaviour is bad. Shouting was never me before I became a teacher. My voice is strong. Strong enough to perform in a open theatre Shakespeare play. Take charge of any situation, without shouting and make them feel your pain. Sometimes I have had enough. My energy is drained from the tap and I snicker and yell.
I hope that this is just one day, and then I feel the faces smile at me. They smile because I make them smile with my good morning. They are excited to see me, so I am too. That's where all the energy goes and its great. My energy goes into a changing generation. Hoping for only good things for each and every student to love and treasure their lives.
I have done one of my dreams before even realising it. I have given to others through the process of teaching my skills to others. Whether it is through script writing, and story telling and reading and writing, or arts and crafts. I have made one bit of difference and I feel happy to hear my name being called, 'Miss Anna'. Well most of the time that is.

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Election day arrives and passes

November 28th 2010 19:27

Election day.
My husband doesn't bother to vote, while I hear someone else say they are voting for the only party that is in the bill. That is the democratic party of the current president. I suppose if I surely knew the outcome to be unchangeable I would steer clear of politics in my country too.
People from a young age are not given the chance to dream of what could be, but instead they except the reality.
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election day

November 26th 2010 21:42

Two days until election day. There is one every 5 years or so and nobody seems to blink an eye anyway. Cars speed by with megaphones speaking in arabic to convince people to vote for their party, but most ears are shut and have been for a long time. Why is it that people can't seem to see that maybe one day they can make a difference? It is most likely that they have seen the past and only can predict it will always be the same. A corrupt government that rigs the elections so it is possible for one president to be in power for 30 years or more. Election. Election for what they say. So that the presidents son can be placed into the chair to continue the way of Egyptian government.
Sad sad story of ow expectations and no yearning for a change that will in most people's eyes never change much.
So my husband will not vote. As he has never voted and most likely he will never vote in the future. One day he may feel the need to come back just to vote, once he sees some outside perspective that elections and government should be run by the people, and the people's desire for a better society.
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