When We Decide

DJANGO

We’re not birds, we’re rats. We don’t leave nests, we make them bigger.

REMY
Maybe I’m different kind of rat.

DJANGO

Maybe you’re not a rat at all.

REMY
Maybe that’s a good thing.

REMY
Rats! All we do is take, Dad. I’m tired of taking. I want to make things! I want to add something to this world.

DJANGO
Come with me... I got something I want you to see.

DJANGO
We’re here.

DJANGO

Take a good, long look, Remy. This is what happens when a rat gets a
little too comfortable around humans.

DJANGO
The world we live in belongs to the enemy. We must live carefully. We look out for our own kind, Remy.
When all is said and done, we’re all we’ve got.

His point made, Django turns to go. Remy stares up at the
horrible window, then softly says--

REMY
No.

DJANGO
(stops in his tracks)
What..?

REMY
No, Dad. I don’t believe it. You’re telling me that the future is-- can
ONLY be-- (points at window) --more of this?

DJANGO
This... is the way things are. You can’t change nature.

REMY
Change IS nature, Dad.
The part that we can influence.
And it starts
when we decide.

DJANGO
Where you goin’?

REMY
With luck... forward.

The guardian angel theory

I have a guardian angel. I am among the very few who have one. And I would like to share this with you.

A guardian angel doesn't go by the same standard definitions of traditional relationships such as "Friendship" or "Romance". Your guardian angel cannot be your friend nor your girlfriend. She occupies a totally different position. A place into your surrounding that cannot be replaced by anyone or anything. A special presence that cannot be measured, cannot be bought, cannot be searched for, cannot be found.

Most people have friends, others have loved ones, few have "ultra-close friends", rare ones have "the love of their life", but countable are those who have guardian angels. 

I never looked for her, she just came by and turned into one. The secret? Be, yourself, someone's guardian angel and you'll have one on the spot. Du coup, you're someone's guardian angel, and someone else's protégé. It's the most miraculous chain of wondrous human emotions that surpass the size of life itself. 

My protégé

Nothing was planned, I just realized I have a role to play in my life, a role of ultimate importance. Someone needs to have me as his own guardian angel. My protégé didn't ask for it, my protégé doesn't even realize it, but this is a role I learnt I have to play in my life. It's a responsibility I have towards that very special individual. How did I know? Again with the sparkle in the eye.

The sparkle in the eye

There are 3 types of eyes, 1) Clear eyes, 2) Opaque eyes, 3) Sparkling eye.

And accordingly, you can practically classify people into 3 categories.

1) The Clear eyes: 99% of people, they are normal people, those are the people that surround you all of the time. Among them are your best-friends, your wanna-be-friends, and your not-even-close-to-befriend. The eye luster doesn't help a lot telling them apart.

2) The opaque eyes: 0.99% of people, those are the worst, they lack any sort of ingenuity, you can't possibly befriend them, my opinion, those are too hopeless cases to even mind. They'll either die alone or around mediocre friends, other opaque eyes holders.

3) The Sparkling eyes: 0.01% of people. Suggestion: If you find one of them, don't ever let go, they come right from heaven, for a purpose, they might be geniuses, or with average intelligence, they might be pious or very liberal. But one thing is for sure, they are guardian-angel material. And, if you play it right, they will end up being your guardian angels or your protégés. Those are a reason to live for by themselves, those are enough to make ones effort worthwhile. Those are angels hiding in a human form.

What's amazing is that I realized eye sparkle is nothing but a reflection of a light your own eye produces. You have to have a built-in-eye-sparkle-detector in your eyes, AND, the potential candidate must have sparkle-compatible eyes. So, in a way, this "eye-sparkle" might appear at times and disappear at times with the exact same person. It depends on both parties. And the more you notice sparkling eyes with someone, the more likely he's a true eye-sparkler, an angel in disguise.

And in that perspective, I'm the happiest living being on earth. I have everything and out of nothing. This is why I do anything I do, this is my role to play in life. No one can take that away from me. No matter how opaque his eyes are. And I thank god for this everyday, for this is the real blessing, this is the real gift. 

Tu, 'ca nun chiagne!

Pourquoi donc irais-je encore à la guerre
Après ce que j'ai vu, avec ce que je sais ?
Où sont-ils à présent les héros de naguère ?
Ils sont allés trop loin chercher la vérité.

Quel que soit le printemps, les cigognes reviennent
Tant de fois, le cœur gros, je les ai vues passer.
Elles berçaient pour moi des rêveries anciennes
Illusions d'un enfant dont il n'est rien resté.

Toutes les fleurs sont mortes aux fusils de nos pères
Bleuets, coquelicots, d'un jardin dévasté.
J'ai compris maintenant ce qu'il me reste à faire
Ne comptez pas sur moi, si vous recommencez.

Tout ce que l'on apprend dans le regard de ces jeunes
Ni le feu, ni le fer n'y pourront jamais rien
Car l'amour - et lui seul - survit parmi les flammes
Je ferai ce qu'il faut pour défendre le mien

Pourquoi donc irais-je offrir ma jeunesse
Alors que le bonheur est peut-être à deux pas ?
Je suis là pour aimer, je veux aimer sans cesse
Afin que le soleil se lève sur nos pas.

A different Diamond in the Rough

How can a human being be so pure? how can a human soul be so grand? how can one person have all of this inner beauty radiating from within?

In every expression, in every joke, in every intonation you show me the majesty of this divine creation that is humanity.

There are people who can just make you ashamed of belonging to the human kind. Yet, there are those who are just bigger than life itself, who just portray its genius without even realizing it. Just, by being themselves.

Your minute ambitions, your small expectations, your down-to-earth attitude are all SOOOO not like me, and that’s probably why I’m standing in admiration. You’re easily satisfied, easily impressed, the smallest things in life are enough to make your day. You’re humble as I hoped all would be, you’re grand as I hoped all would be.

Your emotional outbursts, this little vein that pops in your forehead when something just outrages you. This outstanding transparency of emotions can only be admired by a few connaisseurs.

Your friends, the way you choose them, the way you attract them to your side, the way you deal with them, this harmony, this simplicity, this honesty that doesn’t seek attention, that just passes unnoticed for most.

Your purity of soul and good will, the way you’re keen on making a difference. I can hardly think of any words other than purity. The word purity doesn’t begin to describe it.
You still have a lot to learn, and I’m sure you will. You have a lot to teach me and I’m sure you will. I just hope destiny is pro-education.

I didn’t see it yet but I can’t seem to stop visualizing this grin of satisfaction and contentment following your success. These puppy eyes almost wet with tears of pride of a job well done. This voice that is continuously repeating in your head “you did it ya me3alem”. Well it resonates in my skull regardless of the distance that separates us, physically, mentally or circumstantially.
Men el akher, if an Alien spaceship came to pick up one single human being as a sample of the human race, in my eyes, I can’t find a better ambassador.

I really can’t find out if this flow of emotions are paternal, fraternal, or just simple friendship. But I know this for sure, I can tell a work of art when I see one.

Al 3atah

MA Howa el 3atah...

"3atah" is the new word of the day. "3atah" is a state of mind. "3atah" is a state of soul. "3atah" is contagious. "3atah" is human.
Human nature is characterized by "el 3atah". With all due respect. Humans are imbeciles.

Although the acoustic impact of the word "3atah" isn't even close to the word "Imbecile", but, it kinda expresses the idea.

Latest discovery: Humans are imbeciles. And guess what?... I'm gonna convince you.

A child. A human child. He wants his toy. He decided he wants his toy. He will do anything to get it. He will cry. He will scream. He will hit. He will crawl. JUST to get it. Then what? he gets his toy, plays with it for a little while. Then he leaves it and turns to something else. You bend over and pick up the abandoned toy, SUDDENLY he wants his toy back again, and he shouts and screams for it. Only to leave it again after a while.

Guess what? People remain this way after they grow up. PURE IMBECILES....
They crave something so bad that they're ready to kill for it. They appreciate it and appreciate its value to the wildest level. But when they finally get it. You shouldn't be surprised if they left it, and for the silliest reasons. Why? because they're imbeciles.

Give them gold, they'd ask for silver, give them silver, they'd ask for gold, give them none they'd ask for both, give them both they'd throw them both away.

Singles want to be in a relationship. Married people want to get out of it.
Parents complain of their children, sterile couples would do anything for one.
Unemployed would kill for a job, employees hate theirs.
Egyptians want to go abroad, foreigners crave for an Egyptian nationality.
Iraqis hate Saddam, when he's gone "walla yoom men ayamak". Egyptians will top them.
SSS is sick of national corruption, when there is an alternative, they create local corruption to fit the national one.
Poor people want money, when they get it, they seek "the simple life".

What's the BIG DEAL???? what's wrong with this human creature? BE SMART for crying out loud. You have something that's pure, something that's worth everything in the world: You have REAL feelings. You have REAL friendships. You have REAL honesty. You throw that away because you "prefer" Fake? you prefer people being fake? You prefer emotions being fake? are you really that stupid?

How could someone be living in Disneyland and decide to move to place Pigalle?
How could someone taste how wonderful life can be and leave it for no real reason?

I'm in shock... bosso ya gama3a
It's like, bezabt, takhayaloh keda, how much I was craving for my Apple Laptop, and imagine ba2a after actually having it, I decided to throw it away because I don't like the screensaver. :S

WAKE UP... GROW UP... APPRECIATE WHAT YOU HAVE.... Live every moment of the amazing opportunities that are in your hands. Chances are, these are the best days of your life. Chances are, this is as close as you'd get to happiness.

Men shahtafa we 3eyat 3ala "can we still be friens?" to "friendships are lost everyday, 3adee ya3nee"

Which raises a big question. Are people really in quest for Happiness? or are they in quest for Drama?

Now that's a tough one...!!!

To be leader, or to be human, that's a question.

Well, here it comes again, the same situation, the same age-old question. And of course, this time it's even harder to answer.
- A doctor in the emergency room, dealing with a death, he has to go out and deal with this horrific minute of going to the relatives and announcing the truth. Only he can do it. And he can't lie about it or make it any easier. It just has to come raw.
- A captain on a boat, knowing his ship is sinking, and that the only hope he has for saving the passengers is to camouflage the actual truth and make sure people are heading to the emergency barks without panicking. The raw truth in this instance would cause general panic and would definitely affect the outcome since it would cause general panic. In this case, honesty is not the priority, having the situation "under control" is.

Now the question is, what do I need to be now. The ship is not sinking, and nobody is dying, but still, a mom would be terrified if her baby caught a cold.

Someone told me I had perseverance, and that I can handle difficulties and still manage to go on. But the pressure is increasing day after day, and it's really tough sometimes to be the one shouting "keep moving forward".

You know what, I just realized something, I may not be "hiding my real feelings" per say, I may not be "being nice we khalas", but there is definitely a part of truth in this: Apparently, I still have to "pick my words", I still have to "process" every word before I get it out of my system, even to the closest people. And that's taking a huge amount of effort, at least for me.

Now I got it, I really do: I cook my food only to my very special guests, others have to eat it raw.

Deux Guitares

Deux tziganes sans répit
Grattent leur guitare
Ranimant du fond des nuits
Toute ma mémoire
Sans savoir que roule en moi
Un flot de détresse
Font renaître sous leurs doigts
Ma folle jeunesse.

Jouez tziganes jouez pour moi
Avec plus de flamme
Afin de couvrir la voix
Qui dit à mon âme
Où as-tu mal, pourquoi as-tu mal ?
Ah t'as mal à la tête
Mais bois un peu moins aujourd'hui tu boiras plus demain
Et encore plus après-demain.

Deux guitares en ma pensée
Jettent un trouble immense
M'expliquant la vanité
De notre existence
Que vivons-nous, pourquoi vivons-nous ?
Quelle est la raison d'être ?
Tu es vivant aujourd'hui, tu seras mort demain
Et encore plus après-demain.

Quand je serai ivre-mort
Faible et lamentable
Et que vous verrez mon corps
Rouler sous la table
Alors vous pourrez cesser
Vos chants qui résonnent
En attendant jouez
Jouez je m'abandonne.