A Message from within

it has been a horrible time since we did that. endless cycles of pain and tears that are sweeping through my heart. our hearts. every time we thought we are forgetting the other, it turns out that no one disconnects or forgets. as you said, 'i am so vivid inside you and you are wishing for nothing but to feel my warmth in your heart.' i do know what you mean with that ya habibi. i feel it to. I missed you so much yesterday. every time I do, I pray, maybe the long prayers will help me calm my emotions.

it has been a horrible time since we did that. endless cycles of pain and tears that are sweeping through my heart. our hearts. everytime we thought we are forgetting the other, it turns out that no one disconnects or forgets. as you said, 'i am so vivid inside you and you are wishing for nothing but to feel my warmth in your heart.' i do know what you mean with that ya habibi. i feel it to. i missed you so much yesterday. everytime i do, i pray, maybe the long prayers will help me calm my emotions.

Never thought I would go there. Ever. When my friend at DC was saying he would be working there after his PhD, I said to myself, Oh yea right! They will never take us. US? Us meaning these egyptians? Or us meaning these egyptians still? Or us meaning what?? I really dont know why I had a snarl and a sour taste in my throat! Well, when my other friend from Ecaudor told me she wanted to work there. I had the same feeling. This time I said maybe as a nun, and had an inward smile. Gave her the 'good good gesture' while wondering what the hell is this world bank that everyone is into these days. I am not into this kind of thoughts! Maria, was her name, so catholic to an annoying extent that now when I think about it, she tried to convert me at one point. Me being this naiive, open-minded, peace lover, religion-accepting girl, I encouraged people to come open up to me. Well, let me rephrase in case 'Chris' is reading. I pretend so that I get to know what you are thinking and

Felix touron. 23 rue du dessous des berges. paris 13. edition 50. 1966. Tables des matieres: Heureuse et belle Elegance La vie du couple Reflets du couple L'enfant La Maison Economie Menagere Autour de la Table Savoir-virvre Moderne La femme et le monde du travail Loisirs et vacance Guide Juridique et Pratique Presence de la Femme So this is what she has been reading alone almost 30 years ago. Alone. I found this book in her room. I have never seen it before. I opened it and in it, I found her world. Bits and pieces of little pictures she found beautiful; dried flowers, leaves and stems in the most amazing shapes and colours. Golden. Bronze. Peache and silver. Amazing. I wonder how is it like when she was siting in this room or garden alone. Suffering from bronchites, depression, and still search for books that talk about life. Elegance and beauty. How she will bend on the ground and pick a leaf or a stem. Place it inside the book. What was she thinking? 30 years ago! When the mass

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