Whats that got to do with the constitution ?!

My dear friends did their best to translate my last post from arabic to english , and google failed miserably .. and I must say it is a daunting task to translate the egyptian light hearted dialect into english or even to any other arabic dialect .. I did my best to carry the mood and the sentiment into this translation …

The background to this post is the chaotic pathetic political scene in Egypt nowadays, a shabby referendum on a hastily cooked constitution and a hesitant president who seems to cancel his own decisions as fast as he make them .. Lolo for me is answer to all of this … Tomorrow is hers …

My little Lolo is strict
in full control
Whatever clouds in her heart
She pours
on her hands
lips and eyes

….

Watch her doing her homework
with fun
Whether the paper is blank or full
straight or crumbled
the homework gets done

….

She writes on lines in her heart
Somehow looks tilted to my careless eyes
Yet perfectly aligned
like the pyramid
in hers

….

Thats her opinion, a verdict passed
On me and the school
Thats my homework, done
Once and for all
and daddy , by the way
tomorrow it will be forgotten
and lost

….

She always sticks that sun of hers
In every drawing
Morning be it or night
called for it or not
There it is
at the upper left corner
Just above the heart
Her warming sun

….

Oh my wicked Lolo
Even in drawing
You grab the truth
by the neck

….

Mr President
Lolo is a princess
in her lines
and sultana
Precise and diminutive
Sometimes frizzly and proud
Her letters remain engraved
and in control

….

She doesn’t care
What you carve
She doesn’t give a damn
About your attorney general
Your declaration or
Constitution

….

Tomorrow is hers not yours
She will scribble it by her tiny hand
Not on your perfect lines
no submission
In this heart

….

in her latest drawing
She wrote
….I love
Words in your world
Missing on intent ,accused and guilt

….

But for Lolo thats
Her dream
Love for her is for all
And tomorrow for her
All drawn
scrambled
Grabbled
Scribbled
But hers ..

….

Let the boys rule
By the ball
By the boyish fights
And the laughs that follows

Let the girls reminds us
Of the butterflies
Of the love
Pure like the dawn

…

TarekOfCairo

ايه اللي جاب الدستور هنا ؟

البنت بنتي لولو

مسيطرة
اللي في قلبها على لسانها
وفي ايديها وفي عنيها وملو فُمها

ولو شفتها وهي بتعمل واجب المدرسة
تلاقيها تنجز لا يهمها الورقة مليانه
فاضية، مفروده، ولا مكرمشة

هتكتب هتكتب على سطور في قلبها

مايلة في عنيا بميزاني

تحفة زي الهرم موزونة عندها

دا رأيها

ونافذ … عليا وعلى المدرسة
ودا الواجب خلاص خلصته
ومش هيتعاد تاني ..
وبكره يابابا واجبكم ها يتنسى

ولولو غاوية تلطع شمس في كل رسمه
صباح كانت ولا مسا
بمناسبة ومن غير مناسبة
في الركن الشمال فوق القلب بشوية
لازم في كل ورقة شمسها الدافية

آه يابنت الايه يا لولو
حتي في الرسم وخداها بالعافية
ياريس لولو في خطوطها اميرة
ومتسلطنة
وحروفهااللي منقوشة منمنمة كده
ومنفوشة ومتعنطزة
وفي الحقيقة معلمة ومسيطرة

ولا علي بالها النحت اللي بتنحتوه
لا يهمها نايب ولا اعلان ولا الدستور
هو بُكره بُكرها بتخُطه بالمنكوش
لا هتمشي علي سطركم
ولا هايهمها حكمكم
وفي قلبها مافيش أمر ولا جبر ولا مأمور ..

في آخر رسمة لولو كتبت
I love
وكام نقطة بعدها
وف عرفكم الجملة كدا ناقصة
نية وتربية ومتهم وذنوب

لكنه دا حِلمها
و الحب في قلبها للكل مقدور
بكرة خلاص لولو
راسماه معفرت ملخبط مشخبط
بس بخط إيدها مكتوب

سيبوا العيال تُحكمنا

بالكورة والزعلة
والضحكة بعد العركة
سيبوا البنات تفكرنا
بالفراشة والزهرة
بالحب زي الفجر
عالفطرة ..

TarekOfCairo

العنوان من اختيار لولو … وانا بقرأ لها فجأة وقفتنا وقلتلي ” هوا ايه اللي جاب الدستور هنا؟” … وعجبي

Standing Ovation to you …

Standing ovation

to you

and you

and you

and you …..

and for Barbara Streisand

1993 concert

and my 3D projector

and my cuddly sofa..

For the ignitor

The shoulder I stand on

For the tapping hand on my own

For making

Flu-day..

The busiest day

In my blog .. ever..

and Barbara sings

” you don’t bring me flowers any more”

Yet,

Love rained

all Over ..

In the loveliest day

of fever

and I am blessed with

my very own

Little river ..

TarekOfCairo

The tale of Cadmium S. Red

Lolo and the Porcelain fish

A blob of paint

her tube says

Cadmium S. Red

Hanging to the bristles

of a round brush

helplessly wondering

where will it end

at the graveyard of dying hues

washed with turpentine

knife scrapped to the bin

or a second life begins

In the lips of a porcelain fish

or at a delicate petal

of a valentine  rose

TarekOfCairo

Miss you girls ..

يوم حر وحلو

New `about me` page : Behind the mask and Lens ..

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The lesson I learnt from Farah`s ink Art ….

I learnt a lesson today …

I had doubts when Farah showed me the initial design…

She then started on it …

I had fears on how much time this will waste during times of exams…

She just went on ‘wasting time’…

Today I saw this and I was ‘wowed’…

for a life long experience….

for the birds eye view …

for the true essence of life…

I was wrong…

and I learnt a lesson …

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