Category Archives: love

Astronaut’s Daughter  

(Chapters 1&2 of 10 ) (1) The emerald green of Kelly’s eyes was so intoxicating that it threatened to reduce the rest of her face to an afterthought. Luckily, for the civilized world and beyond, the rest of her measured … Continue reading

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الحوريه و الدخان

كان صاحبنا، منذ الطفولة، مفكر بطبيعته، عاطفي و عطّاء و حسّاس لدرجة مؤلمة. كان شيء ما بداخله يحرك مشاعر المودة في الأخرين و لكن لعنه القدر برؤية واضحة للأمور منذ السنين الأولي للمراهقة. فهم مبكراً المعني الحقيقي للمقوله الشكسبيرية الشهيرة … Continue reading

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From New York To Sisi With Love

From New York with Love to Sisi Originally published here Daily News Egypt  /   October 1, 2014  /   1 Comment   /   1536 Views ShareThis Facebook Tweet   Print       Email By Amr Khalifa Sometime last … Continue reading

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The Gandhi Principle & The Middle East

“The function of a civil resistor is to invoke a response’, one of the wisest men once said.  The notion that ‘ 100,000 Englishmen simply can not control 350,000,000 Indians if those Indians refuse to cooperate.’ amazed me at a … Continue reading

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When did Cairo stop being CAIRO ?

I grew up with a phrase that persists till today: Masr, Om Il Donya (Egypt, mother of the world). Subjective projections, such as these, are indemically problematic due to their unquantifiable nature. How do you put a number on a … Continue reading

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Prisoner or Hostage ?

Prisoner or Hostage ?.

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Ice Cream, Books, and Perspective

We live in a world that doesnt facilitate family time. The system, most of the universe seems to comply with, serves industrial and econmic gods that place a premium on work, work and some more work. So when a summer … Continue reading

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