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Freedom and dignity

Posted: June 22, 2010 in thoughts


“All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.”Universal Declaration of Human Rights

Today was my ophthalmology exam, which went good except for some stony vagrant minds!!!

Biggest mess was because of the harsh decision of our university president – as if he has full capabilities to make up a decision and put it into act alone without any supervision – , his decision was to force veiled girls – wearing niqab – to show their faces.

Yeah the same mess is back, neglecting the decision judges took in the national high management court made in earlier similar cases !

So why shall this happen again!! Why they just stick to their shallow minds, why they don’t accept the point that it was a mistake against the will of every free human body!

Personally I don’t like the neqab, neither do I like a mini-skirt in college day time, but that doesn’t mean I have anything against those girls who freely decided to wear it according to their beliefs, culture or traditions, it goes under their right to wear what they want based on their right to experience freedom of expression, act, beliefs and religious teachings – Egypt has signed the international convenient of civil and political rights, you can find that in the human rights book the same university did hand to us  –

Their reasons are security and prevent sheeting; they could take many other ways to insure that as said in the juries’ decision, To check for faces and Identity before entry to the exams hall. –by females-

Can’t we live without such violations? Can’t we live as citizens of a real country? Not under any dreamy or moody decision of a punch of fat guys on chairs?

This happened in my exam today 21st of June 2010, in mansoura faculty of medicine, and this post to show how much I hated it.

The sign

Posted: June 21, 2010 in the chapters

“The boy and his heart had become friends, and neither was capable now of betraying the other.” The Alchemist

Memories are coming back, that is all I think about now after meeting my childhood best friend, and we shared the memory of someone you know now; the great tutor.

According to “the alchemist” of Paulo Coelho, it is a sign on my path; I don’t think it was just the chance that made him pass by my brother in a street, where they have never been before.

It has to mean something; meeting him only when I decide to write about my memories.

I know that he isn’t part in the wise man’s diaries, because he was there before the wise showed up.

The wise man is her with me now complaining of me being such selfish; talking about me in his diaries. But I am happy that I don’t have time to argue with him, and soon I have to put my pen and leave him with those pages.

I am going to meet Mohamed abdelfatah, we have the night to spend and 9 years of memories to share…..

The Real Tutor

Posted: June 20, 2010 in the chapters


“teaching the young; carving on the stones” Anonymous

It was my last years in high school, so he took a long vacation leaving me busy with my study. All that mattered is how high will be my marks so I can enter my dream college of engineering and computer sciences.

He seemed doesn’t care for me anymore, or maybe he hated my ignorance of him, being busy all the time with my school, classes, lessons and lots of studies. That is why we lost communication for a long time.

I finished my high school, having the high marks, I worked all that time to collect, and I entered the medical school!

You are not mistaken, reading my previous words, yeah, I worked all the way for a dream and I finished in someone else’s dream.

That happens when people think they know what is better for you and when your father is a doctor and everybody is expecting you to take over his business.

Once again, I needed him to show up, but my problem this time was even bigger than him. It wasn’t some emotions in the heart of a dreamy teenager, it was a whole life reconstruction over the one you already drew for yourself, that one you have worked hard to draw. They come to erase it as simple as clicking the delete button on your personal computer.

So, he took me to the one who could help. If old ancient tutors were still there, he would be for sure one of them. He is my teacher since my first years in school and he was the only one to really teach me.

That day I knew he was the one who taught my wise man –another reason for being grateful –

Mr Yousef, that was how we used to call our Arabic language teacher, who is, until now, my favourite and most inspiring man.

After hearing all my complaint – more patiently than my wise man, who was there I guess trying to learn more from our tutor. – he said something, I do remember till now, “ your best quality is your ability to adapt wherever you are, whatever surrounds you”

Deep inside I knew he was right, and to my wise man’s surprise I did have a true smile, it was my first time since I got the high grades of my dream.

The wise man wanted to show how good student he was; he added “so when we have that hard time when we can’t face, think, or decide we have to find our best quality”, Mr. Yousef gave him that smile I have grown up watching every day, and gave us a kind touch on shoulder, telling me you have been one of my best students, so go on and adapt.

Every time I pass such hard time or impossible choices, I remember his word and feel proud of the one I came to be, thanks to “Mr Yousef”.

The early beginning

Posted: June 20, 2010 in the chapters

 Man’s first step on the moon; all my life is about putting such footprint on earth.

Did you ever talk to yourself? The first time you did that, your wise man was born….

So did mine, I remember my first conversation with him, I was only 16. And it was my first time to experience how love can burn

he was my only rescuer, he did guide me and did teach me a lot out of it, he was born wise that is why I used to call him “the wise man” though his many times of being just a child!

One fact about wise men, they are created out of our pure thoughts. So their age can’t be identified; sometimes they are childish and sometimes they turn to be of great wisdom.

All of us had experienced teen’ love, that is me now after 5 years confirming what my wise man once taught me, “love is one of the strongest human emotions, it can rule his whole life, the wiser you are the better you can control it” I thought he wanted me to wait to be older so consequently wiser, but he continued “ to control something you have to know it, and your only way is your own experience” and that was my first lesson about love: love is a personal experience, failing in ones means you have better control next times.

Now I do appreciate that lesson cause it was the only guide passing other failing experiences.

I have learned not to regret any thing that I lost, especially if it did help me go better.

Back to the wise man, you now know about mine, try to re-communicate with yours, I know he can help, you can’t find such patient companion who hears all your complaints, and for sure you don’t need to worry about your secrets.

into the fog

it is all written, though you only step to what you see!

To understand life, try to drive through fog at night; that is you life, you know the way is right there in front of you, though you can’t see it!

3 things you must have to reach your destination safely:

Knowledge – where is the way? -,

Courage – to move in the unknown and to face your deep fears -,

and persistence – to continue till the end-.

These ideas came to his mind on his trip going home through the heaviest fog he ever seen.

then he turned to her “from now forward any success I achieve is yours, cause you are my only light through this life’s fog; you offered me those 3 elements: I know the way cause we did draw it together, I have the courage cause of your support, and for sure I persist to finish it cause it is my only way to you……”

She has been there all the time by him; her face and smile didn’t ever leave his mind. She was there shining on the wet and cold window by him.

Her face on the window carried to him all their memories, now she is fading and all their moments were flashing upon the wet window, they have experienced all kinds of tears; those of goodbyes and those of reunions, those of sadness and those of joy, their tears were mixing with the water drops.

He had a look outside the window to the far moon trying to reach through the heavy fog, and then he continued to her “Look at the moon light struggling to touch the window! Though the distance and all that fog, the same is my love to you. We are separate for long time now, though my love will fight till reach you, all you have to do is to wait and wipe your tears”

He said his last words while doing his best to dry the window from their tears, and then he opened it, letting the cold air in.

 He cried, Feeling her cold touch on his face, and hearing her voice far in the silence of the night outside his car.

“From now on my life is yours” he shouted through the open window then the silence once more filled the air with its magnificent ability to let the one deeply feel all alone.

Only then the wise man realized his life was heading to a new beginning, and a new chapter in the book of life – as he would prefer to call his life – was open and ready to be written down!!

A new chapter that was titled “the wise’s path to the dream” is being written in actions from the moment he woke up the next day.

Dear friends you joined me reading the “wise’s book of life” from the undone end yet! So let me take you back in time to the early chapters in his really interesting book.

M. Elmahdi


P.S. if it is strange to you to be called my friend from someone you don’t know; going into this book will take you through some really personal and special experiences, and it is really difficult for me to share them with people other than friends. -Thanks for understanding-