yellow sky, yellow sky

the sky is yellow

the air is heavy

the dust is everywhere

we can not breathe

we can not talk in the open air

so many of us got sick

so many stuffed up

i am one of those who could not breathe or

walk or talk

or get things done

because of the dust

but i found a cure

some of you know it

some of you do not

next time you travel

buy it and use it and think of me

it's called the neti

my guru told me about it

my guru helped me breathe

it is a gift from our ancient yogis and

now they sell it in the modern pharmacy

it clears your sinuses

it helps you breathe and in this weather

you need it badly

it is natural easy to use

the perfect way to deal with the yellow sky

march in cairo

fills your head and nose with dust

makes you border line miserable

and a bit more stressed

people look yellower

everything changes

but from your balcony things look worse

when you go down closer to the earth

it is not so bad

it is a yellow day today

and we are used to blue skies with white clouds

but we deal, we adapt and we try

yellow skies,

go away and bring back our clear skies and air that we can breathe

good luck to the people trying to survive

i am not wonder woman

you never know what they are thinking

sometimes they are too proud to say what bothered them

and i do not mean men

i mean people in general

you never know

you can guess you can try to figure it out

but the human mind is so complex

people you love, you see them holding a grudge and you do not know why exactly

they have changed

if only they would say

i have this thing whenever someone bothers me i tell them exactly what bothered me although it may take me an hour of silence and retreat

its the crab in me

taking the shock

but i do not swallow my pains and i do not wait to repay them

i confess in tears or with a shaky voice because i can not help it

or a bruised message on the phone but i communicate

because i care

if i keep carrying grudges and never confronting i will lose everyone

i have a few people and i intend to keep them

so i talk i explain i express

i do not punish

i do not ignore

i do not give a cold shoulder

and i do not surprise

thats with the ones who are labeled friends

the ones i vowed to keep

but those who mistreat me and i do not know them enough

i give up on them in shortest time

i move on

i ignore

they are transparent

i do not care for them

but my dear friends, we have a history, you know me and i know you

how can i let you go?

you know i am incapable of doing you wrong

and if i did i did not mean it

i can not take the cold treatment

my heart is not made for that

i do not like big crowds

my friends are few but we stay close even

if it is only phone calls we have

we hold each other

we back each other

we are a pack even if we do not meet as often

our hearts are together

when something bothers you and it is someone you love, tell them, you owe it to them, they owe it to you to explain themselves.

people are too complex, our mind if publicly spoke, we would have been labeled mad.

I confess i am paranoid, over sensitive, very picky, and also as loyal and loving as it can get so when you opened your heart to me, you should have warned me that you can make your ice cubes form and you can be so cold, because I melted a long time ago and if you stay around me long enough i guarantee you your ice will melt because i am too warm for ice to be around.

people like to judge and love to hate and label and make decisions based on perceptions or fears, i realized i can not please everyone,even if i tried.

because i can not read minds and i am not wonder woman.

thank God for the sunshine in Cairo

the weather is hot already

its not spring here in Cairo it is summer already

and although the sun is Egypt's greatest treasure we have only three places or two to enjoy the weather

we are segregated from our people we can not all enjoy a beautiful place together

class segregates us all the time

and we end up running in the same circles

we are trapped in our cars

in our houses, hiding what we have and our life style that is in every way contrary to the state of the people

we are aliens

we end up in the air-conditioned spaces locked up behind closed doors because neither does our dress code or life style fit in with our country

we are in bubbles living a life so different than the reality of our country

here it is not like ipanema where everyone shares the beach in rio

here it is not like anywhere in the world where you can walk the streets for pleasure, because the sidewalks are crooked and at night so many streets not lit

the sun shines on the egyptians again giving hope for a different way for things to be, for the gaps between us to shrink and for our judgements on each other to be less harsh, so that we can someday enjoy the sunshine together despite our differences.

the sun shines on us once again reminding us that we have the greatest of all blessings and it is the warm weather. the sun shines again highlighting how weird we have become, how much we have to consider.

the sun shines again over this land that i hope one day will move on passed the discriminations and the glass walls we have created because of how different we have become in our minds, our clothes, and our ways.

the sunshines once again bringing us somehow together and despite the freaky ways we have acquired, hearts as warm as the weather fill the jammed streets of my Cairo, making it charming, making it unique, making it safer than anywhere else.

so many toddlers with no pants or an idea of a future yet they can smile and their parents smile and are happier than those with everything yet still commit suicide in places where life is perfect but the sun does not shine.

it is funny how in extreme poverty and in the midst of chaos the people of Egypt manage to come up with jokes that the middle east can not even imagine. faith makes things better, makes life bearable and makes people happy it makes people laugh more. faith and a little bit of harmless hash, i think it is the combination that does the trick.

when this world does not matter anymore, people can start to have fun, talents arise yet very little things get done.

Thank God for the sun that shines on my Cairo

Be the light house

the only way to live is to love

the only way to be

is to be joyful

in complaining you hurt no one more that your core

in despair and grief there is no way of dreams coming true

pray and ask for what you want with belief that you will have it

in the right time

the only way to ask is to give first

you need to give the world so you can ask from it

like a bank, if you have no credit, how can you buy?

you must first give!

in giving, floods of joy fill your life

the best way to be is to be of help

before you ask; why me?

ask what have i done? how have i helped?

who's life is different because of me?

The divine intended us to be of help to each other

like a connected circle you give one chain and

another one will give you

Give and you will Get

help and you will be helped

be the light house not just a torch of light

make a subtle difference even with your smile

do the things you love and work from your heart and amazing things will happen

pray and you will have supernatural help

kneel and you will be great

vanish and you will appear

be nothing and he will make you everything

be like the river beautiful and ever flowing

let the thought come once and pass do not let it own you

do not let it repeat like a tormenting phrase in your head

jump out of the bad feeling before it rises and fills you with heat

get up and move

dance like the trees raise your hands to the sky in it is a great benefit for the soul

and stay away from the diseased hearts

and the ones with the black words that bring you down

keep company with the light hearted

be the way you want to be not the way they expect you to be

even among the miserable you can smile and help in your way

let them drown in complaints and darkness while you dance in a flood of light

Rumi my love

Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it from before the beginning of the universe." — Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

swallowed by love

love swallows you

love blinds you

makes you go along

with things you thought

were impossible to live with

love changes your perceptions

makes your heart soften and

accept everything that is so different

but you can not help it

you want your lover to be in best health

in the best state, so you meddle

you come in between their soul and skin

you interfere

you have things to say

you have words to share

you become so concerned with another soul

while the true jihad is with your own soul

if only we focused on our selves

if only we kneeled alone and thought of no one else

if only we could just try to become the best we can

that is our task to reach the treasure

to get out of the robot mode

do not be swallowed by love

be aware of the things you do

do not let your life slip away like so many before

so many robots with hearts of stone

they have no spiritual ambition

we are animals yet we have a choice to unravel the treasure or to live hypnotized

awaken the sleeping serpent that when aroused makes life so properous

makes life so wonderful

we were intended to live greatly

to be great

to reach our skies

so why are we more comfortable in misery?

when we can reach the soul of the world

live in love do not be swallowed by love or the rhythm of everyday life

live in a higher frequency because you are great

to love is to see

to love a person is to see them

what is the point of beauty with no audience

millions of women around the world spend so much of their money on grooming

nail spas opening at every corner

if you love your self you wanna see your self beautiful

we are visual people

nobody wants to see crooked dirty nails of their loved ones

people are visual by nature

to love is to see the person inside and out

to see the details

pay attention to details

love is focus

attention

visual

admiration

and beneath the top layer of the skin,

deeper than the skin is the real love

if you love

you see

if you see

you feel

if you feel you unite

and as the great Rumi said the way you make love is the way

God is going to be with you

so you can make love to the world just by enjoying a walk

and seeing everything with loving eyes

nothing is as simple as it seems

in the eyes of the lover beauty unfolds through everything

and the whole world is different

when you love someone you see them

you see the light in them