A story? No, just an incident

"..*Static*..Mayday, mayday.. we're taking multiple bandits.. over! we need backup, NOW!... *fading*" Yeah, fading, disappearing. In need for a change at a point near in the future. My readings are getting more accurate by the day, my head is generating more intelligence as time passes. My dreams are providing those invisible gestures that aid me through the various issues of my everyday life indeed. Then when it comes to defense against bandits the shield wears down, and visibility is deliberately limited. A cup of cappuccino, a cheese cake, afternoon sun outside, glass protecting us from the fierce sun outside, white shiny grounds of the vast space inside the glass, a smile and a look in the eye, followed by hard pounding in the chest. The climax of the look in the loving eye has a hand that grabs your heart as it happens. A look in THE eye is different than a look in the bandit's eye, specially when the eye has the air of strong spirituality around it, the one that

A small window of a certain sensation followed by a quick view upon an idea, and then a broad metallic armor of assurance has crossed my chest. What happened was the occurrence of Fear. For several days there was this fear taking over, causing my skin to shiver, and my hair to stand every now and then. Fear is the opposite of being happy and that's just the beginning. Fear is essential for the human life, but an overdose could be utterly devastating. I was actually somewhere else when the sensation crossed my body starting from my eyes and ending at my heart. I was driving on the messy highway under a cloudy sky at evening time. A colleague of mine was in the passenger's seat, sleeping, while I was trying my best to stay alert and evade the acrobatics being made by trucks and micro-buses all around me, causing the highway to be something really close to a flea circus, but that's not our issue now. The clouds were all above me, but the horizon was cloud-free. There was a chi

Good morning sunshine! Its 6am in the morning and I'm all dressed up ready to get to work, having my morning coffee and some salted bread ready for a new day that I pray to God is a useful day filled with the least possible sins. Now a few minutes ago I was having a thought that just made me rethink some of my previous assumptions about a certain type of people, one that will make me have a good long halt before hypothetically throwing judgments upon people ever again. Two weeks ago I was at the club, with my folks and my sister and her small family, and while there we saw another family that was formed of two Bearded fathers, one of them with the sort of Pakistani Uniform, niqabi sisters, some kids, and two niqabi girls that can't exceed 13 years old by any means. I frowned, grimaced, and didn't feel comfortable at all with the idea of putting my two baby girls inside a niqab. They were on the swing playing like any other baby girl, but there's no way to tell whether t

Is it that I'm trying to do? Why and what do I think it could lead to? Ever ask yourself that question? Well the thing is that you must ask yourself that question all the time. We do stupid things, we have high hopes sometimes, or a sort of dream that we think may be granted but later on get devastated when it doesn't happen, etcetera etcetera. I think one of the strongest indicators of what to happen afterwards, or an indicator for the consequences of things we do lies in the answer to the above question. Are we answering based on an assumption? or are we answering based on things that are closer to facts than fiction? Are we mature enough to be answering or do we need help in getting our answers? The thing is that the more we think we don't need advice the more severe the consequences become, and at the same time the more advice we get the more confused we become! How about that?! Situations that keep on swinging between North and South without stopping could be a real pa

What sort of difference can a hug do? A hug between brothers, or between sisters, is like one of the purest forms of joy on this planet. Yesterday I had a very moving dream. I dreamt of Mohamed AbouTreika - no laughs please - and i hugged him and wept a lot! He was as smiling as always, with that pure innocent face, and man did I take his spiritual fingerprint, sure I did, but why him and why crying? That was something to keep my mind busy for the rest of the day. He simply - at least for me and some 50 Million other Egyptians - gives us a very trustworthy role model. He is modest, skilled, lovable, humble, religious, ethical, and brings smiles to his people. He makes us happy, and his clear spirit shows on his face and in the interviews he appears on. He is simply someone you would like to have as a brother. The way he always refers to his teammates whenever he is being praised just makes you think how good that person really is. The way he ALWAYS makes sujood immediately after his t

A feeling of longing for an old road that was followed and feels too familiar, as one misses it but discarded it sometime earlier in a past. That past acts as a book, to learn from and criticize, like watching a small child carry on with his deeds, and you, unable to alter what he does, only act as an observer, with so little to do, and so much to know. Roads cross as there are Billions and Billions of them. One might be amazed with how people's roads cross here and there, and feels more amazed when thinks "why?".. When calm music goes through your ears as you are riding on a bus, watching the streets, a creative part of your brain wants to write about that, sing about that, sigh about that, and moreover wishes to share that, with someone going the same road, having the same impulse, be it a desert road or a rosy one, be it a bumpy ride or a really smooth one.. It just needs to be shared.. So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you te

A Black Diamond In a sense could be too beautiful for one to takes his eyes off! Imagine a diamond with all its beauty, not only that but its black, a shiny attractive small stone that instead of reflecting light it only absorbs it, keeping it selfishly, in a way.. In other ways, it could resemble the sinful attraction, or the attraction of sin.. My hands are freezing while typing right now, yet still I can't stop myself. There is something in the air that I don't know what it is, this thing could most likely be the spirit of a Black Diamond, eh? Ok now I REALLY sound way out of my mind, right? Can't say for sure, but I know that I'm not hearing voices, nor sure that someone is always there watching form over my shoulder, not I'm running down the street rest assured that someone is running after me.. no! All I know is a part of the truth that's not leaving my head intact, because at some stage my head has a direction, my body has a direction, and my heart has a

Drums of war are a warning that a war is about to begin? or maybe that a legion is about to strike. I've come to think lately of my dreams as indications of my internal status and my spiritual satisfaction, and whether I'm taking a good path or a rotten one. Also I've come to think of dreams as choice providers, specially when there is an issue that you've prayed istikhara for and going along with it but you don't know yet whether this is good for you or not! An indicator they say is a dream about the issue that shows you whether it rings any alarms or is it a good thing, and you still have your choice. You may choose not to take it even if it is shown as a good thing for you, that's called free will, and everything happens according to a Divine plan I believe. I don't like it when all of my dreams happen at night, at night inside the dream I mean. I love the dreams that happen in the morning light, specially if it is raining - like yesterday night. Last nig