لحسن حظي, الذي نادرا ما أصادفه, و صل المترو الى محطتي خاويا على عروشه من الركاب. اخترت مقعدا وثيرا على يمينه مسندا كي أريح كتفي و ألقي بحقيبتي عليه. لم يهنأ بالي طويلا ففي المحطة التالية صعدت فتاتان من صاحبات العباءات المنقوشة الملتصقة بالجسم كأنها جلد فوق الجلد. عباءتان بيضاوتان منقوشتان بزخارف عشوائية قاتمة.… Continue reading

Koshari ( Not for Aliens)

I once argued with my husband- who loves to stick with traditional well known, previously experienced food-, unlike me, I enjoy messy unmatched never tested before ingredients (A.K.A: disasters). ‘’the old well-known recipes are made by adventurers who wanted to try something new instead of the traditional, and that’s how new flavors come to life’’… Continue reading Koshari ( Not for Aliens)

The man who called himself a ”GOD”

  In a far away country where some humans had ultimate powers over others who belonged to a lower social status, a very well known professor who enjoyed lecturing four hundred students under the same roof, made his lecture obligatory, and his book mandatory, who gave a weekly exam and printed hundreds of papers, pleased… Continue reading The man who called himself a ”GOD”