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"ربنا مابيسبش حد ينام من غير عشاء..ما يسبش حد ينام مش متعشي "
Story of an old lady who I listened to in Zamalek while roaming around the streets with the banner and offering to listen to strangers.
Quoting her: والله يا بنتي نفسي اخُد رقم تليفونك اكلمك قبل لما اجّي الوماك هنا مش الخميس الحاي لا اللي بعده، اطّمن عملتي ايه في امتحناتك بس خايفة الورقة تُقع مني و تضيح و حد ياخُدها و يكلمك يضايك. يستُرها معاكي
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iWrite: Her mirror.
“It was quiet and still, everything was below my feet. I couldn’t reach for the mirror and I didn’t know where I was.
Black was all I could see, no more me, and no more her. “
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music
Friedrich Nietzsche
Friedrich Nietzsche
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