From: egyptomania2008@yahoo.com
Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2012 03:27:04 -0700 (PDT)
Long ago I built that feeling of being a special case. Not always
in the positive sense of the expression. Apart from being the only son among 5
sisters in a traditional family that worships the male, and apart from being a
brilliant student and a silent young man who passed his adolescence without any
visible problems, that feeling I am referring to now was actually the opposite
of any glory that might had been surrounding me in my early life.
????The feeling I am recalling from my distant memory is that of
being a nerd, a sociophobe who came of age with absolutely no friends from any
sort and who always believed in loneliness as an excuse to hide his own failure
in coping with people around him. While spending almost all of my time alone, I
had that chance to indulge in what made me truly happy; books, music, art and
any place that offers them.
????While people my age would spend their time in the club doing
sports, in the gym building their bodies, playing or watching football, chasing
girls with cars or even simple outing and socialization, I spent most of my
times in my room reading, writing, listening to music and sometimes just silent
and wondering about life. When I went out it was absolutely lonely walks,
visits to museums, movies and wandering in certain areas of Cairo that I used
to love at that time like the pyramids, downtown, Heliopolis and other places
that spoke to me, or so I thought or liked to believe.
????Days passed and the feeling of being a loner in this life
was conglomerating into a belief well rooted in my mind and soul, I have an
endless passion for art and culture but this passion has to be hidden deep
inside my self, among other things, to save me from people making fun of me or
dealing with me as an alien or a freak who prefers the company of a book over a
friend, who would rather spend an entire evening walking alone than sitting in
some place with friends, who never accepted the idea of watching a movie with
someone and who definitely thought that he was the only creature of that sort.
????But one day, that man that I was came across an article in a
literary newspaper. That day changed his entire life in a way that until this
very moment, he still cannot fathom.
Meto
Endless Passion
http://tulipinthedesert.blogspot.com
in the positive sense of the expression. Apart from being the only son among 5
sisters in a traditional family that worships the male, and apart from being a
brilliant student and a silent young man who passed his adolescence without any
visible problems, that feeling I am referring to now was actually the opposite
of any glory that might had been surrounding me in my early life.
The feeling I am recalling from my distant memory is that of
being a nerd, a sociophobe who came of age with absolutely no friends from any
sort and who always believed in loneliness as an excuse to hide his own failure
in coping with people around him. While spending almost all of my time alone, I
had that chance to indulge in what made me truly happy; books, music, art and
any place that offers them.
While people my age would spend their time in the club doing
sports, in the gym building their bodies, playing or watching football, chasing
girls with cars or even simple outing and socialization, I spent most of my
times in my room reading, writing, listening to music and sometimes just silent
and wondering about life. When I went out it was absolutely lonely walks,
visits to museums, movies and wandering in certain areas of Cairo that I used
to love at that time like the pyramids, downtown, Heliopolis and other places
that spoke to me, or so I thought or liked to believe.
Days passed and the feeling of being a loner in this life
was conglomerating into a belief well rooted in my mind and soul, I have an
endless passion for art and culture but this passion has to be hidden deep
inside my self, among other things, to save me from people making fun of me or
dealing with me as an alien or a freak who prefers the company of a book over a
friend, who would rather spend an entire evening walking alone than sitting in
some place with friends, who never accepted the idea of watching a movie with
someone and who definitely thought that he was the only creature of that sort.
But one day, that man that I was came across an article in a
literary newspaper. That day changed his entire life in a way that until this
very moment, he still cannot fathom.