Saturday, September 1, 2007
Chained from my birth to my death
Chained by religious beliefs, by traditions, by man's domination and expectations, by what they call it "shame", by the fear of being abandoned, by the cultural pressure, by social responsibilities, by committment to my parents and my children. I am just being chained allover from my birth to my death. What kind of freedom I can fight for?
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Nothing sweeter to me than seeing the thrilling smile of a woman who feels shy. Nothing ever like this shy smile
( shy open minded, not inhibited. Dont take it the worng way)
This place took years of my life
This is the East Harbor of Alexandria. A perfect place for fishing. That was my hobby every summer vacation from age 12-16. Woke up at 3 am to go driving my bicycle to buy the bait from a single place in Ibrahimeya. If I woke late and I went after 4 am I find the guy is gone. There is tens of us who go to buy that tiny small shrimp for fishing. Then I go back home, sleep again until 8 am then i take my equipments and go to the East Harbor all day long. It was fun because we were a group. Now I feel fishing is a boring hobby, even when I retire. Maybe because I acquired the hectic rythm of the American life.
My Humble Place..
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