The Power of the Bully


Walking down many school hallways, we encounter those individuals which we call “Bullies”. Sometimes the image that comes to mind is a mean, large kid beating the living daylights out of a smaller kid (usually the class nerd). But that is where we have stereotyped what a bully is, the concept behind the actions of a bully goes beyond school grounds, we find it in the streets and more profoundly on social media.


Let’s take a closer look at how we define a Bully. According to the Oxford English Dictionary a Bully is: “A person who habitually seeks to harm or intimidate those whom they perceive as vulnerable”. Harm doesn’t necessarily have to be physical abuse, it could also be verbal or even emotional abuse, and with the thriving use of social media platforms (such as Twitter, Facebook, Instagram etc.) it has become increasingly simpler to inflict harm on others who could be on the opposite ends of the Earth. Just simply typing or vlogging about your strong opinion on a certain issue and bad mouthing anyone who disagrees with you or anyone who has a different point of view is abuse is some form.


Some would argue that we should be allowed “Freedom of speech” however when this freedom is abused we tend to use it express our opinions in the harshest ways possible without any regards to any other person. Cyberbullying is increasingly becoming a leading reason for suicide especially amongst teens.


“In Real Life” is a social experiment that shows what happens when online bullying is taken offline #Clickwithcompassion (You can find this video on YouTube). The scenes portrayed by the various actors are horrifying, and is unacceptable by many of us.


So why do bullies act the way they do? How could abusing others become “habitual”? After researching the matter further, I came across Brooks Gibbs, the author of “Love is Greater than Hate: The Ultimate Guide to End Bullying”. Gibbs explains that Bullying is a Dominance Behaviour, which basically means seeking power over another, and he clearly shows this by asking someone to verbally bully him in front of an audience. When you bully someone you make them feel small, weak or maybe even insignificant, which is the point, when they feel bad and react with anger or get upset, you feel the satisfaction that you have done that. You made this other person feel bad about themselves because you are better than them.


How do we stop Bullying? We are all aware that it is a bad thing (even the bullies themselves), however we constantly see these incidences of abusive behavior all around us. Gibbs gives us the solution, and it is quite simple. “Don’t get upset”. You are probably thinking “You’ve gotta be kidding me” but seriously, if someone tries to insult you and you return the insult with a compliment or neutral statement, you deny them the sense of power that they are seeking over you. This doesn’t apply to physical abuse though, you should stand up for yourself.

Bullying is a serious issue in our society, and we need to spread the awareness amongst ourselves and educate our kids that power doesn’t need to be gained by abusing a peer, it could be gained through effective communication and mutual understanding.


February … Valentine’s

January signifies new beginnings, new leaves to be turned on past experiences taking with them the lessons learnt.

February however, the month of love, Valentine’s month if you will, seems calmer, no big decisions. But it is love that I find to be the strongest motivator, when you slow down. Not just narrowed down to the scope of a significant other, but extended to your family, friends even your community. This love is a powerhouse, in true fact love can move mountains.

Figuring out you New Year’s resolutions was the easy part, keeping up the motivation is the tricky bit. A month into the New year and I realize that surrounding yourself with people who believe in you and in your talents is one of the corner stones of motivation. You might second guess yourself at times, and that’s alright you may not be sure you can keep the flow going. That’s when these amazing people come in, they re-kindle your confidence and push you forward.

To me, you, my dear reader you are part of my support, you keep me going. For that I am grateful to you that you would take the time from your busy days to spend it reading what I need to get out there. Your feedback is crucial to me, navigates me to the better.

I’m keeping this post short, however my gratitude extends beyond these words.

LOL (Lots of Love) have a fantastic Valentine’s.

The Blue Bench

The lights dimmed down and a spotlight illuminated the lonely stool on stage, the conversations seized as a man walked up and perched on the stool, he lifted a lavish guitar on his lap.

He spread his gaze over the crowd, before locking his eyes out of sight. Filling his lungs with the tobacco infused air, he let his mind wonder into his imagination. He couldn’t fail this time, he envisioned her in his favourite place. Grains of pale sand spread as far as the eye could see, the waves lapped at his toes. Clear crimson skies stretching towards the horizon where the Sun inched to kiss the deep sea. It was where Earth and heaven met where her image manifests, her hair blazing embers flaming in the breeze. She glided towards him, her ruby dress flirted with her body, her skin summoned the scent of Sandalwood.

Now, I make you dance my love.

His fingers glided across the frets as he struck the strings, a mesmerizing melancholic melody possessed the audience. Chord after chord, the guitar captivated the room, all the while she danced in his head, swaying with each note. The more he played the closer she moved, close enough he could feel her breath on his face, she kissed his cheek. His hands froze, the silence fell like a curtain ending the performance.

A burst of applause and whistles erupted across the sea of people. His eyelids crept open, he searched for her in the crowd.

Did it work this time, has my music summoned her?

She was no where to be found, a fragment of his own imagination lost to the wind. With a sunken heart, he abandoned the stage, guitar straped to his back. Admirers cheered him left and right as he left the crammed cafe, each compliment fueling his frustration.

Where could she be?

His feet followed the side-walk to a blue bench. He straddled his guitar before he plopped down letting out a sign.

Just give it up. She’s only in your head. But she must be somewhere, I see her every time I play this melody, she must be real. I must find her, my music will bring her to me.

He shut his eyes again and began to play one last time, when he opened his eyes he didn’t find a soul. The side walk vanished, replaced by a sandy shore.

‘I’ve been wondering when you’d join me’ the voice sweet as honey.

He spun around, her amber eyes melted his steel blue stare.

‘You’re real?’

She giggled

‘Of course I am.’

‘But how….?’

Shrugging his shoulders and motioning towards their surroundings.

‘I brought you here, every time you played our song, I would dance to it. You believed so much you could summon me, so I decided to summon you instead.’

‘But this can’t be real!’

She sat next to him on the bench, she held his hands.

‘And what is real my love? Reality is what we make, we decide what is real and what isn’t.’

‘Have dinner with me.’

She shifted her gaze to her feet.

‘I can’t leave here.’

Puzzlement painted on his face.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I don’t know how I can leave this place.’

‘Where do you live, I’ll take you home.’

‘This is home, this is where I live.’

He knotted his brows.

‘I can’t leave either?’

‘Oh no, you come and go as you please, but you might stay a while here with me.’


A voice boomed in the distance.

‘Someone is hurt?!’

She placed her face in her hands and sobbed. He moved closer to her taking her in his arms.

‘Is it someone you know?’

‘The only person I know.’

‘He’ll be alright.’

‘That means you will leave me.’

‘I wonder what happened.’

He stood up, she grabbed his arm. She looked up at him, eyes glazed with tears.

‘Please don’t go.’

‘I’ll be back.’

‘Promise?’ She wiped her tears.

He leaned towards her, cupping her face in his hands and planted a kiss on her lips.


A smile manifested and her face lit up. He turned on his heels taking long strides towards the booming voices, he spun around.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Whatever you want it to be.’

That’s odd.

He shrugged his shoulders and kept moving towards the sound of all the commotion. With every step his head ached and his surroundings blurred into a dark void.

Bright light flashed before his eyes.

‘He’s getting up.’

‘Oh thank God.’

‘Hey buddy, didn’t mean to bang your head. I didn’t see you sitting there.’

A monster of a man crouching next to him pointed towards the blue bench. Next to him, a pile of wooden planks lay scattered on the sidewalk.

Was she real? Of course she is, we make up reality. She exists as long as you believe she exists.



The clock’s chimes echoed throughout the mansion. She counted the bellowing notes 1, 2, …, 10. The deafening silence engulfed her. She walked over to the over-sized chair and slumped into it, swirling the amber liquid in the fine crystal glass. On her lap she placed the evidence, credit card receipts, bank transactions but most importantly the photographs. The bitter taste of betrayal wouldn’t leave her mouth ever since she laid her eyes on them. Frame after frame of a young Charlize Theron smiling, laughing at him, eyes sparkling with admiration.

She’s almost Jason’s age, didn’t he even consider his children?

Revolted she rose to her feet. Shuffling across their oriental carpet towards the mirror. She examined her reflection, streaks of white riddled through her auburn hair. Her manicured fingers traced the fine lines around her hazel eyes.

I was once the girl of every man’s dreams. I could have had anyone, but only Steven stole my heart. How could he do this to me?

 She drained the contents of her glass, the liquid searing her throat as she swallowed.

I need all my courage to confront him, I must not lose my composure. I need another drink.

 She searched for another bottle, she plucked a bottle of Vodka, pouring the clear liquid into the glass, he walked in.

“Evening Cat.”

She shifted her gaze towards him, trying to steady her hands against the storm building inside her.

“Are you alright darling?”

He inched towards her, a quizzical look manifesting on his face. She bit her lip wrestling the rage that grew with every step he took.


Concern filling his voice. He placed a hand on her shoulder, the warmth of this touch soothed the storm inside, and he turned her to face him.

I can’t even look at you.

 She diverted her gaze towards her feet.


He lifted her chin with the slightest touch of his hand, his eyes flooding with care searching for answers in hers. She could no longer hold back the tears, she let them flow.

“Who is she?”

“What are you talking about?”

She turned away, the sight of him ached her heart.

“Honey, who are you talking about”

She pointed towards the folder on the chair fixing her gaze out the window. He picked it up, shuffling through the papers.

“Cat I … I can’t tell you”

She spun around, taken aback by his response, he made his way to her and held her hand.

“I must show you.”


She snatched her hand out of his grip.

“Cat please, I know how this might look, I need to show you.”

He went over to their dressing room and fetched her favorite coat. Her mind stood still, unable to decipher what just happened. He held up her coat.

“Please, come with me.”

Slipping her arms into the coat, she tried to make sense of all of it.

He is cheating on me. Why won’t he just admit it? I’ll play along, I need to get to the bottom of this.

They walked down the hall, the footsteps echoing on the marble steps as they descended to the main entrance. He opened the door for her. The cold air, daggers piercing her cheeks. He passed her to the black car parked, the driver waiting for them. Holding open the passenger door for her he offered his hand. She declined the gesture and helped herself into the car. The interior warm with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon, he sat beside her, shutting the cold out behind him. The driver eased out of the drive way and onto the road.

“I must blindfold you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m asking you to trust me Cat.”

Trust?! That was before all that money you spent on that Bimbo, alright, I’ll play along. I want to know how you plan to get out of this.

He pulled out his silk handkerchief, folded it and tied it around her head. The purring the engine filled the silence.

 “Just a few more minutes we are almost there.”

There? Where is there?

The car came to a gentle stop, a click followed by a rush of cold air. He helped her out, she clung onto his arm as he led her towards the unknown. They stepped over a threshold, soft music welcomed them, and carpets muffled their steps. She tugged his sleeve.

“Where are we?”

“You’ll find out soon.”

He patted her hand.

Are we at the Opera? I hate the Opera!

 The music stopped, and the floor changed to wood.

We must be in another room.

He stopped and stood in front of her.

“This is my favorite place Cat.”

He slid off the blindfold.

“This is where we first met.”

She looked around, a sea of people gazing at her. She spotted friends, family, her daughters and her son pride filling their faces.

“WE worked so hard to keep this a secret from you, Mom”

Jason hugged her.

He looks so handsome in that suit, he’s become a man now.

“You know how terrible Dad is at keeping secrets”

Ashley placed a hand on her father’s shoulder sharing a mischievous look with her twin sister Amanda who planted a kiss on her cheek.

“When did you two come from College?”

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world, Mom”

Amada held all of them in an embrace

She looked back at him, he took her hands and kissed them.

“Happy Anniversary Darling”

The crowd applauded. Unchained Melody played in the background.

“It’s our wedding song!”

He nodded and started to dance with her. The crowd melted away.

How could I’ve ever doubted you?

“She was one of Ashley’s friends?”


“The girl in those photographs, she was the planner who helped us with all this.”

She rested her head on his chest.

“It’s nice to know that you could still get jealous after all these years”

She punched his shoulder.

“You had me in a tail spin.”

“They would have murdered me if I said a word. I’m not joking, Amanda’s studies in forensics qualify her to plot the prefect crime.”

They shared a laugh, she looked at her children.

How I wish that could be true

She drained the bottle of Vodka, staring at him as he showered her with lies.

I need another drink.

Good Morning Darling

I reached over to his side of the bed, cold emptiness greeted my hands. I fought the sleep weighing on my eyelids. A sigh pushed its way out


He must be at it again. It’s the third time this week! He always leaves at the break of dawn.


I propped up on my elbows, and squinted to adapt to the dim light of the early morning. Scanning the room, I noticed something dark on the wall next to the vanity mirror. Curious, I swung my feet onto the floor, the boards groaned with protest. I stumble towards the wall my legs clearly still in slumber. The wall came into focus, revealing a grim crack that extended towards the towering ceiling.


This place is falling apart.


I picked at the peeling wallpaper.


 We could at least renovate this year


A distant buzzing snapped me back to the moment.


Where are my glasses? What was I doing last night before I slept? Was I reading? No, the kids drained me last night.


I clawed through the vanity drawers but in vain. I rubbed my temples, noticing my reflection, running my hands through my damp hair it dawned on me.


I showered before I slept


I found my way to our bathroom door, I yanked the door but it wouldn’t open.


“Be gentle, Sarah” his words echoed in corners of my mind.


A gentle turn to the handle made a click that let me through. The metallic aroma of the plumbing diminished any trace of sleep. I found my lopsided glasses perched on the sink, I examined the fogged lenses and with the hem of my plum nightgown, wiped them clean. I placed them on my face, a distorted reflection stared back at me, amber eyes scolding me.


You deserve better.


I shoved the thought out of my head, before leaving the room. I hustled down the hallway slamming straight into my son’s toy box. I muffled a cry of agony, as I doubled over my battered toes.


Jordan! How many times have I told you to put your toys away!


The front door creaked as I stepped out onto the patio. The cool summer breeze caressed my body, the chirping of birds announced my emergence. I savoured the morning’s glory, listening to the gentle symphony of rustling leaves.


The rumbling of engines silenced the orchestra like cymbals at the end of a crescendo. My eyes snapped open aiming for the clear lilac sky, darting from one end of the heavens to the other.


Where are you? Why is this the only way that relieves your stress?


As though on cue, the blood red jet engine came into view, magnifying with every passing moment. The plane made a nosedive, the blood drained from my face, the plane swooped and looped while my heart mirrored it’s every move. Finally it levelled, just low enough for me to see him. He flashed his dashing smile, I waved back forcing a smile onto my pale face.


Damn it Matthew! That plane will be the end of us.

The Presentation

The Sun’s bright rays glared at my eyes.

                Why is the Sun so bright this early in the morning? WHAT?!

I threw the sheets off and hunted for my phone between the clutters. I spotted it next to my laptop below a pile of photos. It was dead.

No, No, No! Where did I put my charger?

Phone in hand I stormed out of my room towards the dim lit kitchen. The charger was plugged in, I fumbled to connect it to my phone. I switch it on, gritting my teeth.


Come on! Come ON!!

Finally my phone gleefully revealed my dread! It was 9:30 already! My presentation starts in 30 minutes and I’m still here in my kitchen half dressed. My mind raced.

                I need to fly out of here

I dashed back into my room, yanked open the wardrobe, pulled out a suit and shirt fresh from the dry cleaners.

                Bless you Mama for reminding me.

To the bathroom

                My body obeying like a good soldier.

                Hurry, Hurry

Moments later I had my shirt and suit pants on, I flung on my jacket, stuffed a tie into my pocket, then I grabbed my phone with one hand and my shoes with the other.

Sprint! You don’t need your laptop, you’ve emailed the presentation to Dave last night.

I called the elevator

I don’t have time for this, the stairs!

I darted towards the stairs taking three steps at a time I made it to the ground floor. My phone pinged demanding more time on the charger as it declared that I had 15 minutes to get to the office. I slid my feet in my shoes and ran to my bike.

                It’s rush hour, you’ll never make it if you take a cab

“Late again Tom?”

Sweet Mrs Green, she must have just came back from walking Buster, her Dalmatian. I could only smile and nod.

“Well, what are you waiting for? It’s your big day isn’t it?” She held open the building door for me, I pedaled through, buster barking in encouragement.

Dodging angry pedestrians on the side walk I pushed my legs to pedal faster.

I can make it in 5 minutes, just take a right turn after this crossroad.

As I crossed the road I heard a loud screech, then I was flying in the air, my bike and I parted.

Is that the ground?

Hitting the ground wasn’t what I expected, I thought it would hurt more. A warm metallic taste flooded my mouth. I could see shoes, many different shades of leather. Muffled shouts made it through the humming in my ears.

“He came out of nowhere!”

“Someone call for help”

Moments later, a figure kneeled next to me, fingers pressed on my neck. Then something pulled at my eyelid and a bright light blasted, the light went as fast as it came. A face came into view.

“You’ll be alright”

Why did I get out of bed?


Bleep, Bleep, Bleep.

Why is that alarm so annoying, I’ll need to change it back

I opened my eyes, white walls, white sheets.

“Am I dead?”

“Barely, you had some trouble but you pulled through, welcome back”

A brunette, chocolate coloured skin wearing a lab coat.

She must be my doctor

“How are you feeling?”

“Now that you mention it, I feel like a train wreck”

She lifted a brow as she came over and held my wrist.

“Hmm. Do you remember what happened?”

I frowned, “I was on my bike, then I ………………. THE PESENTATION! What time is it?” I sat up with head spinning speed.

“Wow there” She eased me back to the bed, her soft skin slowing my heartbeat, “I’m sorry you must have missed it, you’ve been out for a couple of days now.”

“Couple of days?” Stunned, what happens now, was the promotion gone?

“Hey, I’m sure it was important, but at least you got through this in one piece.”

I knotted my brows “The car that hit me! Did they catch the guy?”

“That would be me.”

I turned my head to find a vision, holding a modest bouquet of white roses. I didn’t realize my jaw dropped until the doctor gently lifted it shut as though examining my head.

“How is he now Dr. Sherry?”

“Well, he’s very responsive, he remembers what happened so he should be out by tomorrow.”

My eyes were locked on the angel that put me here, her face spoke peace, her voice killed all the bitterness I felt. Those eyes, fields of green staring at me.


“Is it normal for him to space out like that?”

Dr. Sherry’s hazel eyes sparkled, “He’ll be okay by tomorrow”

“I’m sorry, you were saying something?”

“Oh yes,” she blushed and my heart fluttered, “I’m sorry for the accident. You see I was late for a meeting.” She fiddled with her ginger hair, “It’s no excuse, how can I make it up to you?” Guilt was written all over her freckled face. “I should have ….”

I held up my hand, I had to stop her, I couldn’t let her beat herself up like that.

“I should have looked before I crossed.”

Her rosy lips manifested a smile.

“Could I at least sign your cast?” she pointed towards my leg.


I didn’t realize my left leg was held captive in a cast.

“Yeah sure.”

She handed me the bouquet and pulled out a sharpie from her jeans back pocket.

I glanced at Dr. Sherry, She grinned as she scribbled something on my chart.

“So was the meeting urgent?”

He froze and stared at her feet, “I slept in, it was a presentation for my ad campaign”

“Natural Bubbles by any chance?”

Her eyes grew to the size of the Moon. “How did you know?”

“I was going to present your ad campaign”

She buried her face in her hands.

“Oh No!”

I could only laugh at her reaction, she peeked between her fingers and smiled.

“I’m so sorry Tom.”

“Well I guess now we know how you can make it up to me”

She pouted and frowned as though in deep thought

“We can discuss it over a cup of coffee when you are well enough to move around”

She leaned over and kissed my forehead. My tongue weighed a million tons, she walked out of the room, her smirk held back something.

“How will I call you?” I called after her but she already left.

Dr. Sherry placed my chart back, I puffed, frustrated that I had no way of contacting her.

“Rosy Baxton, pretty girl.”

Puzzled I stared at Dr. Sherry, she pointed towards my cast.

There it was, written in bright red, a number and her name Rosy Baxton.

This will be fun.


2017 …. I’ve got a bone to pick with you!!

I started the Year off like every other year, New Year’s Resolutions, some goals, promises of new commitments the whole shebang.

I was completely oblivious to what would happen during this fateful year. To put it briefly it was wave after wave of unfortunate events. But now that it is all over, I’m looking at the world with a new set of eyes.

For starters I started 2017 Obese! yes I was incredibly obese and I never wanted to admit that I could lose the weight in a short amount of time. My misfortunes made me drop 30 Kg!! Imagine that!! I only set a goal to drop a maximum of 10 Kg over the course of the Year! I dropped 30! (side note I gained a few Kg towards the end of the year but still!)

I realized what friends really are. They are the ones who stand by you in your time of need and actually let you be there in theirs. I should have known better but, I guess you got to learn some things the hard way. No Biggie!

So I had surgery! I lost most of the weight I wanted off (and I will get rid of the rest Just WATCH me!). So I lost a couple of friends! I made new friends, met amazing and wonderful people.

2017, I got something to say to you! Sure you were tough, and yes I’ve been in a lot of pain physically and emotionally but you know what? I’m glad you came. You gave me the momentum I need to turn my life around.

For this Year’s Resolutions I will focus on those who matter, I will develop myself professionally, I will explore my talents which I hope will take me to new places and meet more amazing people! 2018 BRING IT ON!!!


So how was 2017 with you? If it wasn’t so great let me tell you there is a silver lining somewhere. Find it. You won’t regret it.


img_20171129_185125.jpgAn evening spent at the theater. I wasn’t sure about the story line until it came to the very end. And that was when the throwback happened.
Usually you feel nostalgic and happy when you #TB, but that wasn’t the case here.
The play takes you back to the year 2006, and I remember that year vividly. It was the year Egypt won it’s fifth African Cup. I remember the celebrations in the streets the media coverage, everything happy. Little did I know the magnitude of a tragedy that was happening at the same time. The wreckage of a ship carrying thousands of souls lost in the Red Sea.
At that time,You didn’t realise the tragedy of an event unless you lived it.
The trials held for those responsible for the deaths of those souls were a joke. The verdict ‘Not Guilty’.
It pained me to have lived during that time and to have been oblivious to these events. Ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance means that you turned your back on those who needed your support, every voice counts no matter how small.
I cried during that performance not just moved by the emotions beautifully portrayed by the actors. But also to my own ignorance, I have newspaper clippings of the Egyptian team and I know the names of the players who reaped victory but I had no recollection of any of the victims of the wreckage of ‘El Salam 98’
Who’s to blame? The media, the politicians? The justice system? That is a question we could debate on its answer. However, We are responsible of our own negligence.

Commit … Commit … Commit

This is my alarm label. It’s kinda a big statement here made up of 1 word.

(If you are a GOT fan you can add the bell from the walk of Shame after each one and say ‘commit’ in your head with Sister Ulena’s voice)

This is what I decided to do when I read the first few chapters of ‘The Miracle Morning by Hal Elrod’.

Today was my first day and I will give this theory a shot cause I feel that much better. If you have read the book I think you can relate, if you haven’t then I recommend it don’t miss it it could change your life. I have a good feeling about it.

I decided to also commit not only to actually waking up when the alarm goes off, I want to keep track of my emotions. A homework set by our dear friend Dina Farid after giving us a session on emotional intelligence.

Maybe this is a turning point in my life, I’m taking a chance and I hope everyone reading this post would consider.

#The_Miracle_Morning #Friends_are_best_support #This_is_it

I kneel

In the ebony darkness of the night
I kneel down before thee
My Lord, I raise my hands to thy heavens
In hope to seek thy acceptance
for i am your humble servant
burdened with my sins of my time
weakened by those devils of mine
I kneel down before thee
not to ask for wealth nor fame
neither a glory nor plead for mercy
for i’ve played games and tasted pleasures
I pray to thee my mighty Lord
to lighten my path to seek my way to find my quest.

Nay I have found my quest
In thy Holy presence I found my quest
My Journy begins now and to you my Lord, I belong
Life is short, True and not long
Thus i must start with haste
and time I shall not waste
What was done is done i will not ask for mercy
Though I know my Lord, Forgives

I shall not plunder for the riches of the worlds
nor seek the marble and ivory stairs to the treasures of man
I seek thy throne my Lord, Thy Throne
to kneel down and gaze in thy presence

Let my eyes keep the ebony of the night
let my ears hear the sound of silence
let my hands feel air. for i will remain
I still kneel down
to raise my hands to thy Heavens

First blog post

So, this is my very first blog post!

Well, I suppose you should try something new every now and then. Although I’m typing this at 5 a.m. but I guess now is a good time as any.

I’m going to try and introduce myself, so here goes …

My name is Iman El-Mofty (you can write it with an ‘E’ if you prefer I don’t really mind, whatever makes you happy) and I live in the largest City in Africa, Cairo Egypt. Yes the land of the Pharaohs, and the Great Pyramids are 30 minutes away from where I live. I just want to be clear on one little matter, If you are not from Egypt or never been here or anywhere in the region I have a misconception I would like to address, WE don’t ride camels and horses to work or school every morning, we have passed the 20th century as well you know, we do have cars and other modes of transport that have an engine :).

Speaking of which, I don’t own a car, however I do take public transport and this is sort of the reason why I’m writing the blog. You see I’ve been a public transporter for about +10 years, and I’ve noticed that my best ideas sort of manifest themselves when I’m on the bus or any other mode of transport (preferably sitting quietly and minding my own business).

These ideas sort of serve me for work related issues (I teach Middle School science/Chemistry) but sometimes I get creative. Now I’m not claiming that I’m some sort of artist but I could produce some decent artwork, that being drawn, crafted or written.

To be honest this blog was not my idea. A wonderful, amazing and inspiring friend of mine read one of my random pieces and encouraged me to take this step. “You CAN write” she told me. At this present moment, My friend has recently published her own novel, “Fabulous Veils” , and has her book signing event Tomorrow! She has had this dream for years and has finally worked through it to see that dream manifest itself into pages published to be sold in bookstores all over the City. I am Thrilled and excited to read her novel for I know how powerful her words can be. I wish her the best and hope to see her conquer even more dreams to shift paradigms that need changing in our culture.

As for little ol’ me, I think my thoughts far too random to be channeled into one big project, I don’t think I have what it takes to be published. Well at least not for the time being. (This post is starting to get quite long, huh?).

So to wrap it up, I’m going to give this Blog idea a shot, maybe it will help organize my random thoughts created on my everyday commute (not work related preferably) so I’ll let my mind go wild online for a change.

If you are reading this I thank you for your support, your feedback is really appreciated. (If you don’t like my point of views it’s ok, either try to convince me otherwise or just let me be)

We’ll meet in the Lobby

Adam straightened the cushions and stepped back to admire his handy work.

I got lucky this time, she wasn’t home when I got here and I had enough time to get rid of those damn photos. How on Earth did that damn woman get keys to my home?! I’ll give her a piece of my mind.

He opened the apartment door and took the stairs to the lobby.

I hope I could just slip out before she comes back. Why is she out anyways?

Hind pushed through the glass revolving doors, cold wind wailing behind her. She blew into her hands and stood dead in her tracks when she saw Adam at the bottom of the marble stairs of the lobby.

He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her.

“You must be freezing, you should have put on a jacket before you left.”

He rubbed her shoulders, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She arched her brow.

“I got a call from Alia, what are you doing home?”

His eyes widened.

“Alia? Is her mother alright? Why did’t she call me?”

“Your phone was out of service, we couldn’t reach you. I was going to tell you when you got home.”

His hand dove into his pocket to check his phone, it was out. He puffed.

“So what happened? Did her mother wake up from her coma?”

Hind looked at her feet.

“Umm … her mother’s condition took a turn for the worse.”


He smacked his bold head.

“But all the tests and scans how could they let this happen?”

“There was nothing they could do.” She placed a pale hand on his shoulder.

“Poor Alia.” He stared at the ceiling.

“Yeah … Poor Alia. Umm … What are you doing back so early?”

He turned towards her, her emerald eyes glaring back at him.


“You shouldn’t be home now.”

She stepped back crossing her arms, scanning Adam from head to toe.

“I … Umm … Forgot my phone on the couch”

She pouted.

“Have you now? I specifically remember handing it to you on your way out this morning.”

He loosed his tie from his thick neck, his face flushing.

“I … forgot some papers, yes the papers for my presentation!” Sweat beading off his bushy brow.

“Riiiight … you could have said that earlier.”

” Y … you can call the office if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t see any papers in your hands, Adam”

“The papers … the papers must be … on the kitchen counter.”

Hind rolled her eyes and threw his jacket in his face.

“Un-bloody-believable, when does it end with you?”

She stormed up the stairs, abandoning him in the lobby.

Well, I get to live another day.