Chérine

“Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him.
She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains!
And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird.
And she thought: “I’m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.”
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: “Now you have everything you could possibly want.”
However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.
The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door.
“Why have you come?” she asked Death.
“So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,” Death replied.
“If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him ever more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

“يا ناس يا عبط يا عشمانين..
ف فرصه تانيه للقا..
بطلوا اوهام بقي..
وكفايه أحلام واسمعوا..
عيشوا بذمه و ودعوا..
كل حاجة بتعملوها..
وكل حد بتشوفوه..
وكل كلمه بتقولوها..
وكل لحن بتسمعوه..
عيشوا المشاهد... كل مشهد..
زي مايكون الأخير..
واشبعوا ساعة الوداع ….
واحضنوا الحاجه بـضمير..
دا اللي فاضل مش كتير ….
اللي فاضل..
مش كتير”
― مصطفى إبراهيم, ويسترن يونيون فرع الهرم

“سيب
دايما على قد ما تتساب.. سيب
و على قد ما واحشك أحباب.. غيب
كل الداين.. كان متداين
والدين بيلف بدون ترتيب
أنا عمرى ما كنت بجرح قصد.. لحد ما قلبى اتجرح قصد
أنا جانى وقاضى ومجنى عليه
وطلعت براءة فـ حكم النقض
أنا دومينو ف صف ومش قصدى
كان نفسى أسند قمت موقع
أنا شايل قلبى ف محفظتى
وأول ما تجيلى فلوس.. بدفع
أنا عادى ودورى مالوش سوكسيه
بس دى أرزاق.. والدنيا نصيب
عمر ما فيه عادى بيسأل ليه
من الأصل اتساب... وليه هيسيب!”
― مصطفى إبراهيم, المانيفستو

“No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes