Monthly Archives: July 2012

A Door to heaven ..

Al-Malik Az-Zahir Sayf ad-Din Barquq 1386

Al-Malik Az-Zahir Sayf ad-Din Barquq 1386

Al-Malik Az-Zahir Sayf ad-Din Barquq 1386


Hypnosis.. again and again

Divine Mashrabia in Al-Sehemy House (1648)


Soliman Agha Al Selehdar Mosque – Cairo- (1825)

Zoom in to appreciate the delicacy ..

Perspective ..

The Cellar of Soliman Agha Al Selehdar Mosque – Cairo- (1825)

Circle ..

Al-Sehemy House 1648


Hypnosis …


Death in the vicinity .. Professional death

Professional death 

Death was his Profession
He dipped them in the abyss
But made sure to pull them up to life
So gentle quiet and low key..anesthetist
Poison in one hand and antidote in the other…..

Nice and sweet..routine

In the custody of loneliness..
A spear was thrown may be thirty something years ago .. I don’t really know

Flashing lights, crushing heaves
Pounding and ringing.. pleas are in vain..
Agonising , crushing .. Life is fading ..
This is for real.. He knows what to do
Hundreds of times he did it for everyone drill or true ..but never to himself ..
Reaching for a phone , for a vein ..
For air ..
Could he CPR himself
Or did he roll in despair ..
Falling in the abyss.. so familiar
deep … and real…
Darkness prevail ..
I am gone..
the end is written and mission is done
The TV set is on ..

patients – still – been dipped and pulled
But for him , poor me , there was no one to attend ..

God bless your soul my friend
I wish I knew you a bit more ..


Death with dignity

Shut your door
Death in the vicinity

Lock it, bolt it ,and add
the steeliest chains and beams
No way to dodge it

So may be ..
Just may be ..
there is mercy
In death unseen, unattended
in the suddenness of
Death with dignity



Death in the vicinity .. A Housemaid


A housemaid
Five thousands mile from home
With a bubbly dream
She washes my dishes
With soft cloth
She dusts my life
With the taste of home she cooks for me

Homesick or whoever is sick at home
She bears the agony of love at bay
And yet .. She smile ..whenever she can
And dream of him at home in May ..

The news comes
Wrapped in a black day
“Your love is gone”
Stabbed to your death
One dream undone
A corpse of flesh earthed
and one above to be

My shirt is crisply ironed
My dishes are still done…
But the song in her heart
Is no more here..


Death in the vicinity .. Bare tree

Last week I was shaken by three deaths in two days . The deaths happened at different times one was months, the other was weeks and the last was days away, but the news came to me all together and the events surrounding all of these events were exceptionally tragic …

God bless them all …

Bare tree

The tree was short and bare
But for him,three little fruits,and her

Like anyone of you
July’s sun and crazy
Summer fun was due ..

The beach was wearing
A turquoise blue dress with golden seem
Tickling their feet
They built castles he swept them
and their dreams

The sea took their father away
July decided to keep him
Ramadan came then the fall will
And the short tree is still bare
But for three little fruits , and her ..