Thursday, May 26, 2011

Butterfly Award!

A big THANK YOU to the lovely Marie of the "To Make a Rhyme" blog for awarding me with this..!



I should share something about myself, and give this award in return to another "cool" blog, and that cool blog is.. "Strange World Journey" .. Stranger, you're COOL!

Let's see, something about myself, eh?

Well, here's something, my earliest memory was of my first visit to Egypt in 1990. I was about 13 months old.

30 Cups of Love - Day 9

This was intended to be black and white, but after shooting it, I loved the atmosphere as it is, B&W would totally ruin it.



How far do you think I'll go with this? I'm betting... 16 days?

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

30 Cups of Love - Day 8


Love does not grow on trees.. or does it?

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

30 Cups of Love - Day 7

Day 7!! 

The bokeh in this photo was supposed to be heart shaped, but unfortunately, I couldn't find the heart lens cap that I made a while ago, and I wasn't really in the mood for making a new one.

23 photos to go!

*A note about last night's photo*
The link between the reflection of the moon in the cup and what is written on the page was totally not planned for. I opened the book randomly, and took the shot.
While editing the reflection, and after having zoomed in to fix a few details, I noticed that the beginning of the chapter was actually about the moon! What a lovely coincidence!!

Monday, May 23, 2011

30 Cups of Love - Day 6


 "I had forgotten to draw my curtian, which I usually did, and also to let down my window-blind. The consequence was, that when the moon, which was full and bright (for the night was fine), came in her course to that space in the sky opposite my casement, and looked in at me through the unveiled panes, her glorious gaze roused me. Awaking in the dead of night, I opened my eyes on her disk -silver white and crystal clear. It was beautiful, but too solemn.. "
                                                                             Jane Eyre

Sunday, May 22, 2011

30 Cups of Love - Day 5

Day 5!

What you see bellow is exactly how I'd describe as "leaving my comfort zone". I always tend choose very bright light settings and fresh themes for my photos, but today I thought I'd try something very different, and I LOVED the result!! Initially, the shape I wanted to draw was a heart, but controlling the light trail is very difficult, so we (my friend and I) ended up scribbling random shapes in the hopes of creating a fair resemblance of a heart.. and I think we did a good job!


This photo is dedicated to her, for having to put up with me bossing her around today ♥

Saturday, May 21, 2011

30 Cups of Love - Day 4

Today's entry..


Using a tripod makes a BIG difference! Even if you don't really need it.. especially if you're shooting indoors and in dim lighting.

30 Cups of Love - Day 3

Day 3's entry, shot yesterday.


Special thanks to Yara, you're the best :)

30 Cups of Love - Day 2

Day 2's entry, shot last Thursday.


The challenge here was trying to prevent bugs from jumping into the teacup!!

30 Cups of Love - Day 1

I've been ignoring photography for far too long (yes, three months to me is 'far too long'!) and when that happens, I usually get myself to commit to a weekly or monthly project, which can be very challenging. 

A friend is working on such project over at her "Strange World Journey" blog, which has been very inspirational. 

This photo was taken four days ago, and, as you can see, it's of my favorite photography prop.




It wasn't my intention to start off the 30 days challenge with this photo, but, since I love challenges, I thought, why not take this up a notch! 30 photos of the same teacup.. uhu! Now that's challenging!

I started this four days ago, and I'm already worried about coming up with a good shot for tomorrow! I wonder what will happen when I'm out of ideas!

Don't expect all the photos to turn out perfectly, after all, it's a challenge!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

What in the world....?!

According to Dictionary.com, art is:
"the quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance."
  
Now, can anyone please point out to me where the "of more than ordinary significance" element in this picture is? Well, you probably cannot, because, let's be honest, it's nothing more than a piece of crap (excuse my french)

  
BUT! Ladies and gentlemen, apparently the folks at Christie's have a rather, strikingly, different opinion. 
This.. thing, you see before you, was sold at a Christie's auction last Wednesday for (I kid you not!) 30 million dollars...!!!! 
If you click on the photo, it will take you to the Christie's website, posted there is a video of the sale (in case you don't believe me..)
Maybe I'm missing the point here? Maybe I do not have what people call "an artistic eye"? But really! A four year old can smudge paint on a piece of canvas! You don't need to be an "artist" to do that!!

Mark Rothko, the creator of this masterpiece (yes, it was actually described as a masterpiece..!) was a Russian-born, Jewish American painter. I thought that mentioning a bit about the talented artist who smudged this exquisite pathetic excuse of an art piece on a 93 x 76 in. sheet of canvas, is very important. Why is that? Because I have come to a very strong conviction, that art is NOT measured by the qualities of the piece, the meaning behind it, the emotions it captured.. etc. but rather WHO the artist is...  
..and money laundering..

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Shoot Them!

I once read somewhere that some famous photographers tend to avoid shooting flowers. Their argument is that flowers are beautiful by themselves, it does not take much talent to create a beautiful flower photograph.

I do not agree.

While it is somewhat true, I believe that a flower shot by a talented and creative photographer can be a piece of art. You cannot create art without talent.




Speaking of flowers and photographs, I will be participating in a joint photography exhibition this Friday (inshallah). The theme is flowers (of course.. why else would I have mentioned flowers?). I submitted 6 photographs and only two will be chosen and printed on canvas. (this photo is not one of them, by the way). I really liked the idea, since I won't have to deal with any of the printing and organizing, such headache it gave me last time!

The exhibition will be held at an art gallery in the Zamalek district.
So if you find yourself free on Friday night at 7pm, stop by! It is on 26A Baghat Ali Street, Zamalek, the place is called Art House. And please, do me a favor, if you do come, don't just stand there watching, introduce yourself! Trust me, I won't bite.

In case you were wondering what happened to me this past month, and why I suddenly disappeared from blogger world, I will tell you that Asya happened. She's my three months old baby sister. Only three months and she's already a spoilt brat! It has been a while since we had a baby in this house, so we're making a big deal out of it.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Misconception

Or is it underestimation?

It has always been a conviction of mine that drawing and I are the worst of enemies. Not because I hated it, but because I've never managed to draw anything that was considered the least bit recognizable! And that was probably because I had my mind set on "no, don't even try, you can't draw".

A week ago I started attending a course in jewelry making. The course is divided into three parts, designing (ie drawing), silversmithing and wax carving. Naturally, we started with designing.

On my first day at the center, I was shown a few photos and was asked to copy whichever I felt like copying, as to determine my level. But my first class began with me warning the instructor that what she was about to see was something beyond dreadful. I told her that if there was a level zero, I think we should start there. Maybe start with drawing square shapes and circles. She ignored what I said and asked me to start working.

I chose a picture of a floor lamp and started copying. While drawing, I was mentally preparing myself for the comments I would receive upon showing the instructor the final result. Remove this hideous "thing" from my face immediately! this is a disgrace! You have shamed yourself and your family forever!!.. forever *echo echo*

I was almost finished when my friend popped her head over the desk I was sitting on and smiled, telling me that I'm really good with details.

*huh?*



The final result of the floor lamp sketch I was drawing was quite shocking to me! The wall I built between myself and drawing came tumbling down, and I found myself face to face with a sketch -of my own making- that was.. nice!! Of course, I'm no Picasso, and I still have a long way to go, but at least what I drew was not dreadful!!

I have only attended three classes since I've started last week, and I could feel the improvement already. Yesterday I was asked to design my own piece of jewelry, and I designed four. I actually drew something from my own imagination. *yay me!*

I feel like I owe someone an apology, but I'm not sure who. I have been guilty of making wrong assumptions several times on many occasions, but does that fall under the same category?
I doubted my abilities, and I think this is the worst crime one can commit towards oneself.

Just do it. You can.

Starting this course opened a door to a whole new universe for me, and I'm LUVIN' every minute I spend at the jewelry center!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Strawberries and Blue Buckets

I was having tea with my mother in our backyard the other day, and for some reason I had my camera with me. I haven't been taking any photos lately, I guess I'm stuck in one of 'em "photo blocks". So probably, unconsciously, I bought my camera outside, hoping that the wonders of the outdoor would cure this disease.

It was a lovely afternoon, the birds were chirping, the sun was warm and the clouds.. lovely as ever. It was one of those moments where you inhale freshness, and enjoy the scent of invisible strawberries in the air.

Cammy (..yes, I gave my camera a name, and no, I have not completely lost it) was just sitting there on the table being ignored, while I was too busy smiling at the invisible strawberries. (alright.. maybe I have..)
 My mother interrupted my strawberry thoughts and pointed out to a blue bucket sitting on the edge of the porch. She challenged me in a "show me what you've got" manner.

But the strawberries..!

It's a really old, very dusty, cheap bucket. Just to give you an idea of what I was dealing with here.
Not something that you'd be thrilled to photograph, or even look at for that matter.
So, after changing the setting, placing the bucket near a tree branch, lying on my stomach as to get a different angle and getting bitten by a few bugs, changing the setting again, placing the bucket near a cracked wall, placing some tree branches and leaves inside the bucket, changing the setting again, and again, and again.. I came up with this..


 

So, mom, is this good enough for ya?


..maybe it isn't??

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Hello Blogger!

A lot has changed since I last posted here on this blog, which was about two weeks ago (or was it three?)
Egypt has changed. On so many levels. Hosni Mubarak isn't the president anymore, that's for one.

I won't be commenting on what happened, because this blog isn't where I share my political opinion and discuss it (although trust me, I do have one!) this is so, simply because no one really wants to hear what I have to say..

So, I will skip all this, and return to my usual "blogging".

One thing I've learned from the experience of the past month though is, how fragile our world is! Our systems, our lifestyle! Everything could change with the push of a button. We always hear about turmoil and unrest in other countries like Iraq, Palestine, Somalia etc. but to live through it? Even if it was for a couple of days?!
We had the internet and cellphone lines cut off for about three days when this all started, the electricity even blacked out for a day (thankfully it was during the day) and we were this close to running out of drinking water. People were lining up in long queues at bakeries just to get a few loaves of bread. Big supermarkets closed down and gas stations were running out of gasoline. Not to mention the lack of security, and how people had to defend themselves against thugs and bad guys with broomsticks and homemade bombs. We even thought about leaving, going back to Toronto, but by the time the embassy contacted us, things were already calmed down and on the track to normal.

I tried to imagine this going on for a month, and it was not a pretty image. Better yet, try to imagine this happening in a country like Canada or the US! And we've all seen how easy it could.

I have no idea why, but I feel that the world has changed. The life that we knew and the future that we are planning and preparing for is not going to be at all how we'd expect.. (this has nothing to do with what happened recently.. or maybe it does, but I've had this feeling for quite some time)
I'm not predicting anything, but the "flying cars" and "beam-me-up" future hardly fits in the picture we are seeing now. Anyway, this is just my very own personal view. Feel free to see it otherwise, but don't call me a pessimist. 

So much for not sharing my political opinion, eh? But technically, I didn't, since it wasn't really political, was it?

Have a nice evening :)

P.S Excuse the lame title, I'm not in my creative mood today

Friday, February 11, 2011

25th of January.. and What Happened After That

Ah.. where do I start..

Most of you lovely readers already know that I live in Egypt, and, unless you are living in a cave somewhere, or in a tree house deep inside a rain forest with no internet connection, you must have heard about what is happening here in Egypt (which is highly unlikely, since you're reading this and therefore are connected to the www)

But, in case you haven't heard, I'll leave it to Nina to update you on this matter.






Little Nina did a great job explaining the situation, but she failed to mention the things that happened as a result of "the normal angry persons asking the president to leave".

The riots. People dying. The curfews. The absence of the police that resulted in the looting of the Egyptian museum.. the looting of shops, malls and people's houses. The sleepless nights. The sounds of gunfire piercing the night sky. The demonstrators in Tahrir Square. The thugs. The anger. The fear of what is yet to come..

I am not going to talk about the political side of this story, because I am sure most of you have heard enough.

The past two weeks were an experience I never thought I'd go through, at least not here in this country.

The first few days were a terrible nightmare. I couldn't sleep for almost two days in a row, staying up for at least 50 hours, consuming one "pot" of coffee after another.

What happened was, on the 28th of January, the police suddenly disappeared from the streets, making way for looters and "bad guys" to take over the streets of Cairo, doing what they do best, looting and vandalizing.
Criminals broke out of prisons, and some of those prisons were only a couple of hours away from where we live. The best part was, we live in the suburbs of Cairo, a compound that is surrounded by large patches of dessert. The sort of place where, if you scream, no one would hear you. Good news is, most of the houses in our compound are inhabited, which made us feel a bit safe.

People took to the streets in an attempt to try and protect their homes and families from the thugs and looters, and so did we.
Occasionally, some thugs and prison escapees would try to break in the compound. Luckily, some of the neighbors here had guns and rifles. A few gunshots were sure enough to scare them away.
We made molotov bombs (yes! I made one as well!! although it was useless, since the bottle of "paint thinner" was half empty, and the bomb requires that it be full.. but I made one!!!)
We tapped kitchen knives to broomsticks with duct tape to use as weapons. My brothers (since they're pro archers) assembled their bows and got their arrows out. There was something whimsical about the bows and arrows though, they looked like Robin Hood come to life!

This went on for a couple of days. Thankfully, this episode is over.(at least I hope it is!!)

Despite the looting and the vandalism, shops and banks have reopened, people went back to work. The police are back (kind of) and life was somehow slowly going back to normal, until last night, that is.

Demonstrators in Tahrir Square want the president to leave, but the president made it quite clear in his speech last night that he is not going anywhere, and so did the protesters. So apparently, it is not over. The fat lady has not sung yet, and it does not look like she is going to sing any time soon.

People are regathering in larger numbers. Some still in Tahrir Square, and some are marching towards the presidential palace.

I just hope that this night would pass by without more people having to die..

I am still trying to wrap my head around this, but I thought an "update" post is long due.


Pray for the future of this country, your prayer could make a difference.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Simon Says..

..jump. Simon says pat your head. Simon says stand on one leg. Simon says wear silly bandz. Simon says skinny jeans are in. Simon says vampires are attractive. Simon says cartoonize your facebook profile picture. Simon says housewives are lame, and stay-at-home moms have no life. Simon says buy an iphone. Simon says unless you have a university degree, you're nothing. Simon says if you're older than 20 and you still respect your parents' wishes, you're a loser. Simon says, say mooo! Simon says gladiator sandals are in. Simon says gladiator sandals are so last yeaar..

Simon says, do what I say, because that is how it should be.

Is there no room for individuality in our modern world!?
It is naively believed that freedom of choice exists. Look around you, open your wardrobe, look at your ipod playlist, the contents of your fridge, what you do in life, your beliefs and moral values.. were all those based on your choice? Are they different from your neighbor's? Friend's and relatives'? Or are we all leading identical lives? Our likes and dislikes? Our perspectives?

No one dares to be different or think outside the box. No one dares to be free.
Why? Because Simon said we shouldn't be, and honestly, who are we to defy Simon?! He is wiser and much cooler than we are. We're just a flock of sheep.

*To those who might get offended.. give me a break, will ya?!*

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Versatile Blogger

I've been awarded "The Versatile Blog" award by the lovely Sara from Sweet Serenity! 
How very sweet of her! This is my first award ever.. so THANK YOU Sara!





  The rule requires that I state seven random facts about moi..

1. Besides coffee, spicy assam tea is my favorite warm drink

2. As odd as it may sound, I feel warmer in Canada during winter than here in Cairo

3. Sometimes I prefer the company of animals to humans

4. I dream of traveling the world in a trailer home

5. I think weddings are a waste of money

6. I've been on a helicopter once

7. I'm not a morning person

I should award 7 blogs in return, but really, there are so many great blogs out there, it's really tough to chose!
So, to all my blogger friends, you're awarded! You're all so wonderful, I'd hate to exclude anyone :)

Friday, January 21, 2011

She's Here!

My baby sister was born last week, on the 14th of January! A tiny, healthy baby!
We decided to call her Asya. She's the sweetest little thing! I found myself unconsciously calling her "hey little kitty!!!"
I guess after 20-something years, I forgot how it's like to have a baby around!

I feel so old..

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Maru the Cat

Meet Maru, the funny, playful cat, who's got a weird passion for cardboard boxes!



*The last part of this video is the funniest thing I've seen in ages!! Epic!!*




More boxes!!!

 


I hope you've enjoyed these videos as much as I have. This cat really made my day!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Tales of a Homeschooling Graduate

 The article I wrote on homeschooling that was published in SISTERS magazine last summer.

I was introduced to Mariam A. by a sister on Facebook. She had sent a link to a young photographer’s Facebook page and was urging us to support this new Muslimah talent. But one look at the gorgeous photographs on the sister’s Flickr site and it was clear that no such exhortations were necessary. It was clear that the sister had real talent, masha Allah.
But I was even more intrigued after speaking to her: a 21 year old Canadian of Syrian, Egyptian, Bedouin, Turkish and Chechnyan origin, currently living in Egypt, totally homeschooled. This sister sounded bright, intelligent, confident - and her photographic skills were self taught: a true homeschooling poster girl.
We often hear of sisters making the decision to homeschool their children. Support groups, advice and resources abound for the wannabe homeschooler but it is rare to hear about the experiences of the homeschooled children themselves. I decided to ask Mariam about her own experiences, in the hope of adding a new, fresh voice to the ongoing debate about our children’s education.

A momentous decision

When I turned three, when it was time for me to start my first year of school, both my parents came to the conclusion that life was too short to miss out on any moment of their children’s precious lives. They wanted to be involved in every step of our education and development; to watch us grow in front of them, teach us things and share their life experiences with us. They thought homeschooling would combine both the academic and social aspect of a child’s development. My mother, being a statistics major, knew she would be responsible of covering the academic part while my father, with his wealth of business, social and life experiences thought he would enhance our mental and social growth tremendously.
In addition, a home’s healthy environment - away from bullying, peer pressure and negative influences - would positively shape our character while encouraging us to learn and be independent thinkers.
But most importantly, my parents believed that the responsibility of raising and educating a child is a God given right to each parent that should not be waived to the school system.

Lone pioneers

After announcing that they wished to homeschool us, my parents found that they were not supported at all by relatives and friends. Instead, they were accused of using us as guinea pigs in an experiment that was bound to fail. We were pitied by everyone around us, including kids of our own age. At that time, homeschooling was barely even heard of: people thought my parents were crazy.

Richness in diversity

We are a large family and as a family we have lived in many places and discovered many cultures, and I believe this adds a lot to who I am today.
My experience as a homeschooler has been a very rich one, not necessarily education wise, but as a life experience in itself. For us, education was not restricted to a classroom setting with desks and textbooks, but rather it was a real life experience. We never actually had a daily schedule to run by. I guess I would describe our learning experience as easy going and relaxed. When we were young, the Canadian outdoors was our classroom. We used to wait eagerly for each distinctive Canadian season, for each held special gifts for us.
Summer brought its warm eveings, barbeques, picnics and bicycle rides. Fall meant collecting leaves, and enjoying the sweet scent of apples and pumpkins, while winter brought all the fun of snowball fights, hot chocolate after shovelling the driveway, and quiet afternoons of reading in the library. Spring was our favourite, an opportunity to combine learning about nature with the fun of walking in the rain, running barefoot on the grass, and watching life emerge from dead tree branches.
The vivid Canadian seasons were a great educational tool that opened our little minds and drove us to ask questions and seek answers from our parents, the Internet and the library.
Our learning style was a very unique one. As we grew older, our learning experiences became more creative. My siblings and I would work on projects together. One such project was a home bakery that we opened. It was a great learning opportunity that came with many rewards. For example, I was always interested in arts and crafts. I loved creating beautiful things from ordinary objects. At age seven, I made a little doll house out of a chocolate box and making things like this made me so proud, and it helped boost my self confidence.
Growing up, I always had a soft spot for animals. I raised an orphaned pigeon who was found on our doorstep, almost a week old. I have also nursed an orphaned kitten, as well as having a semi cat shelter with 36 cats in our backyard!

Academic philosophy

As for academical education, my parents didn’t want to restrict us to a certain curiculum; my mother always tried to choose books about subjects we were interested in. My parent’s philosophy with regards academic education was to concentrate on skills - basic mathematical skills, reading, writing and comprehending in both the Arabic and English languages - as this would enable us to learn and discover on our own.
As for Science , Geography and History these were regarded in our home as general knowledge and this was obtained through borrowing documentaries from the library, the National Geographic and History television channels, while encyclopedias, books about the animal kingdom etc, were scattered all over the house.
Our parents used to take advantage of current events and turn them into lively discussions through which we’d learn more about the political climate, events that were taking place and how they would affect the rest of the world. For instance, the American Presidential elections of 2000 presented a great opportunity for us to learn about the history of American presidents, different political parties, how the election system in America worked, among other things.

Challenges and accomplishments

To me, my biggest accomplishment was learning to read and write on my own after having been tutored in the basics by my mother until the age of 7. This made me realise that with persistence and motivation, I can achieve almost anything I want. However, from my experience, and as I have mentioned earlier, the pressure from close relatives and friends was the biggest challenge my parents faced. Homeschooling was not easy in the beginning, and lack of support from people around us made it harder. As for us children, I don’t think we faced any major challenges alhamdulilah.

Little boxes

The way I see the school system is like a big mold that shapes all its students into one model. It allows very little room for a student to develop his/her very unique personality and character. Schools adopt a one-size-fits-all scheme of learning and shaping their students. Therefore, you are more likely to have a generation of children thinking, eating, dressing and buying the exact same things. Because of the ‘one mold’ policy that is followed by a lot of schools, there is less room for individuality, uniqueness and creativity. On the other hand because learning at home is tailored to a child’s needs, it allows his or her talents to be discovered at an early age, while being nurtured and encouraged. This, in my opinion, is a recipe for success.
Another problem with today’s educational system is the matter of labelling. If a student is a slow learner, he/she becomes labelled as a “special needs” student when, in fact, that child could prove to be a genius if given the time and space to prove him/her self. For example, I began learning at the age of three, while one of my siblings started his learning at the age of nine! He was a hyper-active child, and in my opinion, if he was a school student he would have been labelled. Eventually, he grew and developed at his own pace and turned out to be the cleverest of my siblings.

The learning journey

While most people think that success is measured by the grades a child achieves on tests, true success is measured by how developed a child’s character is, and how dedicated, independent, and aware of the world around her she is. I have met many high school students who are considered very smart and clever but when I actually talked to them, I found that, despite all the learning they received, their interests were quite superficial. They had no real interests, hobbies, or opinions, which is quite sad. For a generation to have no interests in life is a true social crisis.
Homeschooling made me an independent person. It made me think outside the box, with a clear mind, one that is not being controlled by the system. I can form my own opinions freely, based on my own judgments. It also made me open and sociable. Most people think that homeschoolers are unsociable but, on the contrary, while growing up, I had the privilege of making friends from all age groups and backgrounds. I remember when I was about 7, I used to spend hours on the phone with my mother’s aunt, who was 60 at that time. It never was a problem for me to come up with things to talk about and discuss. Many (if not all) of my friends are more than 5 years older than I am.
I find the company of older friends more interesting, as I have gained a lot from being with people who are more experienced than I am. One of the most important thing that I have gained from homeschooling, is having a strong relationship with my family. Being together all day long made us appreciate each other, and depend on each other in many things.
Many people find it hard to go against the flow, for fear of rejection or ridicule. Alhamdulillah, as a homeschooler, I never had to face that problem. I grew up to be a practical person. I run my life by what I believe to be the right course, not by how people expect me to. I also had enough space to discover who I am, not being told who I should be. I discovered who I am by discovering where my talents lie. From a very young age, I was fascinated by beauty in all its forms. I looked for ways to express myself, hence my passion for photography and writing emerged. I wanted people to see this beauty the way I saw it, either by a very expressive poem, or a captivating photograph.

Ultimate goals

My parents instilled in me that my main ambition should be to to strive to be a good Muslim, to always seek the guidance of the Qur’an and Sunnah in everything I do in life. Because this is, after all, our ultimate goal.
Everything else in life is merely a tool for achieving this goal. As to my professional ambitions,
my dream is to become a published writer and photographer. Also I’m planning on studying the art of glass-bead making and hopefully integrating with my professional goals.

I came away from my discussion with Mariam A. most impressed by this confident and self-assured young lady. May Allah reward her parents and bless her with success in all her affairs, ameen.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Take Me There..


..where the sun shines
where worries vanish
where the only sound you hear is the wind..



Saturday, January 1, 2011

To Celebrate or to Lament?

Cuddled in my warm fleece blanket on the sofa, reading of Catherine Morland's terrifying thoughts as she prepared herself for bed, stealing glances through her window in search of something that may confirm her doubts. The glimmer of General Tileny's lamp through the window opposite her's, perhaps.

I was too deeply engrossed in Jane Austin's classic, that I failed to notice the lights glimmering through my window, and the loud noise coming from our neighbors' backyard. I paused for a second, thinking maybe it's another birthday party, then I remembered.. it's new year's eve!!!

While sitting there on the sofa, I looked back at 2010, and thought how fast the year went by, and how much I regret not having accomplished most of what I had planned on accomplishing. One more year of my life here on earth flew by, and now I'm one year closer to death. One year of my life just came to an end.
How ironic were these thoughts, and the fact that the inhabitants of the house opposite to ours were celebrating.

I'm not pessimistic. I am far from being that. I am not depressed, nor have I ever looked at the cup half empty (maybe during my teenage years I have, but who hasn't?!) I am only rational.

Who, with a sane mind, would celebrate losing one year of their lives? Send greeting cards to loved ones, party, and give presents? The only possible explanation is, that it's purely commercial.
Or that it's a way of getting their minds off the sad fact that they have just lost one more year of their precious lives. But still, not a reason for celebration.

On a different note, my exhibition went really well last week! I sold 7 of my prints. It was really good for a first time, and I hope it won't be the last. The place was really nice, although a little tight. At one point, people were bumping into each other just standing there.



(He really liked the yellow jasmine!)





May Allah bless you and your loved ones, and may this year be full of happiness, joy and peace for all of us!

*I am only praying to God and hoping that this year would bring peace and joy to all, so no.. I am not contradicting myself*

Thursday, December 23, 2010

My Photos in an Exhibition

This post is about what I have been up to the past two weeks, and that is preparing for my very first photography exhibition. How exciting, right?!

I got inspired by an article I read online a while ago. The idea was to exhibit your photos in a public place instead of a rented exhibition hall. I really liked this idea, since it's my very first exhibition.

So all I need to do was print the photos, how hard would that be. Well, apparently, it's not as easy as you may have imagined. First there's the "theme" issue. Picking a bunch of your favorite photos randomly won't do. And I wanted something different, instead of picking a theme that involved lots of flowers.
After much consideration, I decided on a theme, but discovered later on that there are only three photos in my archives that fit the criteria and aren't flowers. If you're an artist or a photographer like myself, you would know how much of a pain it is to try to make something "artistic" and "unique" under pressure!
So, the theme had to be changed in order to allow more flower shots in.

Ok, so the theme is decided, the photos are ready, now I need to print them. Piece of cake, or so I thought.
I won't get into much details and write about the agony I went through, but I'll say that I was suffering. Finding the right studio to print your photos the way you want is not as simple as it should be! Maybe in a more civilized country it is.. but not here. (no offense)

Long story short, after a week of searching and going from one place to another, I printed the photos. I thought they would never get done in time, but alhamdulilah, I picked them up last night, and I'm lovin' them!!






 It all happened so quickly, I needed more time to advertise, but I wanted to do this before 2010 ends, and this weekend is my last chance. It has been like running a marathon this past week, I'm so glad this is over, and now I can rest and wait for Saturday to come.

So if you happened to live in Cairo, please stop by! Unless you're one of those online stalkers, then that certainly would be weird.

♥ This exhibition is dedicated to all of you lovely people out there who have shown support over the past two years! And of course my very special family ♥

Sunday, December 19, 2010

...

She was a young successful silver jewelry designer, married with two kids. She was the friend of a friend.
I didn't know her personally, but I got in touch with her a while ago via facebook, offering my services as a photographer to catalog her jewelry pieces.

A month ago, she was diagnosed with leukemia, three weeks later, she passed away.

It was a case of being here one moment, and gone the next. The news hit me hard, like a rock on my head, and for a second there, I felt like I was being introduced to the concept of death for the first time. I came to a sudden realization that, I too, could die any second! without warning, without feeling that "my time is drawing near".. without nothing.

I looked at my body, and felt my soul watching it, felt that my soul was a separate being, something living inside a machine or a device, and it could exit this device any minute, leaving it cold and useless.
I had a hard time sleeping that night. For some reason, I could hear the silence around me. My heartbeat sounded louder than usual, but not faster. My eyes were seeing things I usually don't notice in the dark. My feet were very cold, and I had a stomachache. I felt very much alive.
But was I ready?

People forget, they eventually get caught up in what we call "life" and forget. Until something like this comes their way, and reminds them that nothing.. is forever.

I hope this young woman's soul is somewhere beautiful, in a place where she feels at peace.

Monday, December 6, 2010

This...

.. is how the world looked like from my window last night.


Thursday, November 25, 2010

Random Thoughts of the Week #2

*My muscles surprised me by how cool they were after a two hour workout at the gym last night! Considering it was my first time ever..!! I thought I'd be in bed for two days due to muscle cramp!


*Dear Mr. fly,
You have made a really powerful enemy this morning when you woke me up at 7am with your buzzing. 
If you were a mosquito, your behavior could have been justified, but what on God's green earth do you want from me!?  


*We all know you're a busy person. Your schedule is packed. You barely have time to call friends and relatives and connect with them. You order take-away instead of cooking.. that's how busy you are. But I honestly believe you have enough time to actually pronounce words instead of their abbreviations!! Saying PB&J instead of peanut butter and jelly will NOT save you precious time you cannot afford to waste!! Nor will EVOO instead of extra virgin olive oil!! And saying BTW instead of by the way?!?! Really??

*Someone emailed me yesterday and told me that my blog header had a spelling mistake. Now I'm going to have to remake the header all over again.Yippee. Or.. I could  just leave it like that. Who cares really. 

*Thank God I'm not the only one who thinks Giada De Laurentiis is a phony and should be charged with fraud.

Monday, November 22, 2010

New Cover for SISTERS


This is the new cover of SISTERS magazine.
Some voice inside me goes all "Oh! Look!! This is my photo!!!" every time I look at this!
Yes, I know, I should get over it.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Commercials and Ads Are Evil

I don't really watch TV. Especially Arabic TV, and on the rare occasions that I do, it would either be National Geographic Channel, Jamie Oliver, or BBC's Top Gear (yes.. top gear). But.. you don't have to be a TV-aholic to notice the evil commercials and ads on there.

One ad that seriously gets under my skins is the Fair&Lovely ad. More than one actually, they keep making new ones every season.

So basically this is how it goes in all of their ads. A girl with a natural olive complexion and dull hair (notice how this isn't a shampoo ad) is pictured as being miserable and unsuccessful in whatever she does. She starts using fair&lovely, and suddenly.. she gets the dream job, everyone starts liking her, she starts smiling, her hair becomes gorgeous, and lets not forget her confidence and self esteem!!!!
Their advertising line is "Say yes to life!". So unless you're very white and very beautiful (good looking is not good enough), you have no life. You're worthless.

Now please tell me... what EVIL is this?!

This isn't about a company that wants to make more sales, its about making women feel uncomfortable in their own skin, and when I say skin, I don't mean the layer of soft tissue that covers their muscles and what not, I mean making them hate their surroundings and blame their failure on their lack of  unrealistic-beauty that is shown in most ads and commercials.

This would lead them to use more of the products that are being advertised, which are poisonous and do more harm than good, live with an obsession of being beautiful (and I think we've all seen where that could lead), etc.. etc.. and therefore living an unnatural, unhealthy life, unable to focus on bigger goals. Not to mention the emotional struggle they have to live through when comparing themselves with the models of said ads.

Why I mentioned the Fair&Lovely ad is because it's extremely obvious, pardon me, but you'd be a giant idiot if you didn't notice.

 I don't understand why no one talks about this??!!! Where is all that talk about empowering women? Where are all those silly feminists? The women's rights activists? The WORLD?! And they have the nerve to call hijab oppressive!!!!???
People are either seriously blind, or they can see, but they don't really care.

I could write three more posts about how this particular ad can harm society, including how a husband would look at his wife after seeing the ad and despise her for not looking as attractive as the model. How women would get judged based on their looks.. etc. (yes.. some people can be that superficial, even if it was only deep in their hearts), but I'd leave that to another day.

P.S I hope no one felt offended by the word "giant idiot", that was a metaphor, and I don't mean "you" per se, I mean people in general. Besides, when one is ranting on their blog, they have the right to use such words.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

A Draft

I found this unpublished post in my drafts folder. I can't remember where exactly I wanted to go with this.. but I thought I'd share.

"Ever heard of the slogan "live the moment"? I'm sure you all have. Some of you might even use it. But have you ever felt it? Or lived by it? I hardly think so.
We live as if the present does not exist, as if we are living for the future, waiting for moments to pass so we could move on to the next. Hoping that perhaps future moments are the ones worthy of living for, but.. the cycle begins again."

Hmmmm.. I wonder what was I trying to say here...

Monday, November 15, 2010

Random Thoughts of the Week

*Why is it that the best ideas only come to me when I'm about to fall asleep? And for some odd reason, they don't sound as good as they did the night before?

*I just don't understand for the life of me why people here don't celebrate Eid the way they celebrate christmas, or even valentine, even though this is supposedly an islamic country!! No decorations in malls or hotels, no gift giving, no festive spirit, no greeting cards.. why?! While christmas, easter and other christian holidays get all the attention... does that make sense?

*Why haven't they invented a cleaning, cooking, laundry doing, dish washing, litter changing, cutlery polishing, robot yet? And a hair dresser too while they're at it. They have the technology!!

*Oh November!! I love you, your candy-blue skies, your fleecy white clouds, your peppermint-fresh breeze.. please don't leave me!! I will miss you so!!

*It's Eid tomorrow.. how did time fly so fast?!





Happy Eid everyone :)
May Allah shower you all with blessings, and may your dreams come true!!


Sunday, November 14, 2010

I knew it!! I just knew it!

So.. my theory proved to be correct. Even if you decided you want to live in a cat-free environment, the decision is not yours to take!!






It is not up to you to decide, it just simply isn't.
The little rascals would know you have a soft spot, and they sure do know how to take advantage of that!!!!
Those illegal immigrants have settled right in front of the kitchen door, and now they live there.
They're a family of four feral kittens.

I think they came as a gift from God. Feeding them and caring for them (even if they just live in your backyard) is a blessing that I should be grateful for. I just worry about their future. Because I know that every cat-love story we lived did not end well. No happy endings.. (although Babyface and his family did end up in a loving home, the unhappy ending was on our side.)

Thursday, October 28, 2010

About

I've been adding new pages to this blog, and I thought it's about time I made an About Me page, so here it is.. the new page :)

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Babysitting With a Fun Twist



Babysitting isn't really my thing. I'm not really good with kids, I don't know why! I can't tell stories, sing songs, or play games.. it just isn't my thing, and to be honest I dread the idea of me having to do these things with my children one day. But maybe one would react differently with one's own children.. I like to believe that.

A friend wanted me to babysit for her the other day, and I gladly agreed. Her kids are the sweetest masha'allah, (maybe because they've been homeschooled? Ok.. go ahead and call me biased..!) but really, they are! With them I don't have to pretend I'm an 8 year old, talk like an 8 year old or act like one, (most people do that with kids here.. ) I can just be myself.

So instead of letting them watch TV or play some computer game, I thought we could bake cupcakes and take turns photographing them in different settings.
We made carrot cupcakes with white chocolate cream cheese frosting.


We made little fondant flowers and carrots to go on top of the cream cheese frosting. 


Unfortunately, by the time they were done, it was already nighttime, and photographing the cupcakes in the garden (as I have planned) was out of the question.




The photos turned out really bad due to the dim lights in the kitchen. So I saved a few on the side, and photographed them the next morning.



Aren't they adorable?! 

 They were yum yumm yummy!!

Here is the recipe we used:

Ingredients

    * 2 ounces white chocolate
    * 1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, softened
    * 1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened
    * 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract (liquid)
    * 1/2 teaspoon orange extract
    * 4 cups icing sugar
    * 2 tablespoons heavy cream
    * 
    * 2 eggs, lightly beaten
    * 1 1/8 cups white sugar
    * 1/3 cup brown sugar
    * 1/2 cup vegetable oil
    * 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
    * 2 cups shredded carrots
    * 1/2 cup crushed pineapple
    * 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
    * 1 1/4 teaspoons baking soda
    * 1/2 teaspoon salt
    * 1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
    * 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
    * 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
    * 1 cup chopped walnuts

Directions

   1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease 12 muffin cups.
   2. In small saucepan, melt white chocolate over low heat. Stir until smooth, and allow to cool to room temperature.
   3. In a bowl, beat together the cream cheese and butter until smooth. Mix in white chocolate, 1 teaspoon vanilla, and orange extract. Gradually beat in the confectioners' sugar until the mixture is fluffy. Mix in heavy cream.
   4. Beat together the eggs, white sugar, and brown sugar in a bowl, and mix in the oil and vanilla. Fold in carrots and pineapple. In a separate bowl, mix the flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger. Mix flour mixture into the carrot mixture until evenly moist. Fold in 1/2 cup walnuts. Transfer to the prepared muffin cups.
   5. Bake 25 minutes in the preheated oven, or until a toothpick inserted in the center of a muffin comes out clean. Cool completely on wire racks before topping with the icing and sprinkling with remaining walnuts.

I didn't add walnuts though, nor pineapples (pineapples? it just didn't make sense to me..)

If you try this, let me know how it turned out! Or maybe even take a picture?

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Gone Baby Gone

They're gone.. just like that.

They moved out this morning. I drove them to my friend's house, which is about an hour away.
It was an extremely stressful ride, for both them and me.They were meowing non-stop and trying to open the metal doors of the cages. If you have (or had) cats, you would know how stressful a car ride is to them, especially if it lasted for about an hour!

I won't get into the details of this very emotional trip from my house to my friend's, but I'll simply say it wasn't easy.

Now that I'm back home, everything around the house is reminding me of them. The white sofa in my bedroom Muthu used to sleep here, underneath the kitchen sink.. here's where I used to place their food, Babyface used to sleep in that corner, the balcony.. he used to enjoy sitting on the rail...
My throat is chocking, the waterfalls won't stop, and I just feel so numb.

I know they're being cared for, in a safe place, healthy and alright, but they're not here...!

My keyboard is being soaked with tears as I write this, so I think I'll just end this post, make myself a warm cup of cocoa, and go cry myself to sleep.

This is what my babies did on their first day in their new home..

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A Week to Say Goodbye

Less than a week, five days to be exact.

I knew this day would come, it was almost inevitable. The day when I would have to give my cats away.
I made a promise a while ago that I would not allow myself to get so attached to a cat again (ever again!), because I know we (as a family) could not have a cat (or a fur ball to be more specific) roaming around the house shedding hair in an environment where almost everyone is deathly allergic to cat hair! So imagine six.

We've had cats before, and lots of them! It got to a point where their number reached 36. But most of them were outdoor cats, with the exception of a few favorites, who were allowed inside the house (and when I say few, I mean about nine!), and that's when things started to get out of hand. My siblings and I were suffering, literally.

We moved from that house to the one we occupy now, and we had to find new homes for the 36 cats that were living in our garden. Some stayed, since they were used to living as outdoor cats in that area, and some went to shelters, and to new homes from there. It was really hard to part with them, hence the promise that I made.

But alas! If you are a cat lover, a cat is bound to find a way back into your heart, whether you like it or not!

It was Lula who started it, she was found wandering on a pavement by my mother at the age of three weeks, and honestly, who can leave a helpless kitten who has not yet developed hunting (or scavenging) skills and would therefore die of hunger? She was lost, and hungry, and missing her mommy! We looked for her mommy, but she was nowhere to be found, and so it was decided that she would come home with us.

Babyface then joined the family, since Lula was feeling lonely and in desperate need of a companion.

Having more kittens was not part of the plan. But we were too late, and Lula became pregnant before we even knew it.

The allergies were under control before the kitties arrived. But somehow it has developed into some sort of mutant monster that was getting out of hand!!! My nose (and my brother's as well) isn't functioning properly any more, I lost my sense of smell, due to it being blocked all day long. Even when it isn't, the strongest of smells cant seem to get recognized by my brain. Not to mention the asthma attacks, the constant sneezing, wheezing and coughing, etc.

And so came the decision to find a new home for the cats. Luckily, my friend (who is as obsessed with cats as I am) offered her house as a new home for them.








*sniff.. sniff*


They're moving out this weekend (insha'allah)...

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Just Another Random Post..

Ever since my camera suddenly decided to rebel and go on strike about two weeks ago (although I've been very good to her!) I've been lacking motivation. My grandmother will be leaving for Toronto this Tuesday (insha'allah) and she's taking the camera with her to get fixed, I just hope I can find a way to get it back here as soon as possible. It has become a part of my life now, and dealing with not having it around for such a long time is going to be a bit difficult..

Enough about my camera, I'm sure it isn't really an interesting subject to read about.

Well, my mother and I attended this meeting organized by one of the (very few) homeschooling families here in Cairo. Me and my mother being homeschooling pioneers, since we started this before anyone had heard of it, we were the center of attention. Other families had children whose ages ranged from 12 to 2.

In the middle of the discussion, I was asked to share a bit of my experience, since I'm the only grown up there who went through homeschooling as a child, and so.. I began talking about some of the main points that I think were the highlight of our experience.

But somewhere, almost at the end of my "mini speech", I went from speaking constructive words that formed informative sentences that (I hope) made sense, to a blank sheet of paper that appeared in my head which resulted in me uttering nonsensical words that were not related, whatsoever, to what I was saying earlier! Or maybe they were, but the only thing they lacked was a sentence in which they should be in!

I have no idea what went wrong! My mind literally went blank!!!!

I am not really that good at speaking in public, although I did recite one of my poems to an audience of 40 once, and I did great, but that was a poem, and I was reading from a paper, no chance for words to run!
Or maybe I am? I'm just not used to it? Who knows.

All in all, I think the meeting went well. It's just great to finally meet a group of people who think almost the same way as we do, in a country where we're considered cuckoo heads..

Friday, September 24, 2010

I'm walking on.. errr.. fluffy pink frosting??

I came upon these photos while searching the blogger world for inspiration for an art project I'm working on.

Not exactly sure how to describe them.. simply magical would do for now!
 
 








On a side note, my DSLR camera is not working, and for that I'm feeling really frustrated. I've had it for almost a year, and I have no idea what went wrong! The shutter button is simply not responding!! For no apparent reason. I called tech support in Toronto, and they said I need to send it back to get serviced. Which means, I'd have to live without my baby for approximately three months, maybe more!

My old Sony compact camera would have to do for now, assuming the battery charger decides to start working properly again ( and it is so not doing that at the moment). Pathetic.. ain't I?

Anyways, I'll have to scavenge my archives for photos for my "color my world" project, so expect a post in a few days (inshallah).

Now.. excuse me while I go and resume my daydreaming... mmmm.. pink.. fluffly.. cupcakes.. marzipan.. sweet.. glittery gold.. bliss!!