دبوس

شئ سخيف جدا ومشكلة جننتنى و موضوع يجيب إكتئاب أساسا لما تفكر فيه ... إنك تلاقى إن 80-90 % من الدبابيس الموجودة فى مصر و المستخدمة لتثبيت غطاء الرأس للسيدات مش مطابقة للمواصفات . مواصفات إيه اللى فى دبوس - طبعا الناس ممكن تفكر كده - ببساطة الدبابيس الموجودة حاليا مصنوعة من سبيكة معدن غريب ممكن ينثنى بمنتهى البساطة داخل القماش !!!!!!!!! ده بقى لو دخل بسلام فى القماش لسبب بسيط جدا و مستفز جدا إن سن الدبوس غير حاد بمعنى إنه إما مكسور وعريض أو أساسا خشن لأنه فيه زوائد معدنية وبالتالى القماش بيتبهدل بعد مرتين تلاتة كحد أقصى

الموضوع ده بيجيبلى إكتئاب فعلا ... ليه ... لأنه ببساطة إذا كنا فشلنا فى صناعة متقدمة زى صناعة الدبابيس ومعندناش الإمكانات التكنولوجية الفظييييييييييعة لها وبالتالى لجئنا للإستيراد من ماما الصين . فعلى الأقل الجهات الرقابية المسئولة عن الواردات لمصر المفروض تكون عندها القدرة على تحديد صلاحية السلعة اللى داخلة البلد ومطابقتها للمواصفات . اللى مخوفنى إن الجهات دى لو ما قدرتش تحدد صلاحية دبوس ... طيب بتعمل إيه فى الحاجات المعقدة أكثر من كده ؟؟؟؟؟؟

التلميح و التصريح

عن نفسى أعتبر أنى - غالبا وبنسبة + 80% - صريحة لدرجة صادمة فى علاقاتى الإجتماعية. ولا زلت أعتبرنى كده فعلا. مثلا لو شخص مش عاجبنى -لسبب طبعا مش علشان طلعت فى دماغى - فورا سحنتى تتقلب لو شفته ، غالبا لا أرد السلام إن سلم -دى حاجة مش لطيفة إطلاقا لكنى ماقدرش أعمل غير كده- وعندى القدرة اتجاهل هذا الشخص تماما حتى لو عينى فى عينه . مش بيهمنى لو العلاقة دى عائلية و لا علاقة عمل ولا حتى كانت صداقة
. فى العمل لو لي رأى أو مطلب غالبا أدخل مباشرة فى الموضوع بدون مناورات أنا شايفة إنها تضييع وقت
لو عاوزة أستفسر عن شئ أو أخد رأى فى شئ بيحصل نفس الشئ. و بأحب أرد -أو أخذ رد - على الاسئلة إجابة واضحة مباشرة لا تحتمل اللبس.
ده المنهج العلمى فى التفكير 1 + 1 = 2

لكن العكس تماما بيحصل فى العلاقات الشخصية . بمعنى إن ايضا برغم كرهى للمناورات -غالبا- لانها تضييع وقت إنما أفضل التلميح عموما أو يمكن الأفضل التغليف يكون فيه روح أدبية الإستعارة و الكناية يعنى . زى ماقلتها مرة ....كل شئ ممكن يتقال المهم بيتقال إزاى . ده بقى المنهج الأدبى فى التفكير . يمكن خجل زى ماقيل لى - انا مصرة على تسميته حياء- لكن الحقيقة إن القاعدة دى تطبق حتى عند تعاملى مع العلاقات الشخصية للأخرين أنا أعترف إنى أتضايق جدا من تصريح الأشخاص بجمل و مفردات "قوية" عن أفعالهم أو أفكارهم أو رغباتهم الخاصة .

اللى دفعنى - بعد فترة كبيرة من التردد أولا لأنى أساسا مش متخصصة بأى صورة انا مجرد قارئة و ثانيا لأنى مش عاوزة أبقى بأحط حاجة تستدعى التفكير عندى و ثالثا لأن الموضوع ده إلى حد ما خارج الحدود اللى محدداها لكتابتى هنا - إنى أكتب عن الموضوع ده هو سلسلة تدوينات فى مدونة د. ياسر ثابت عن كتابات أديبات أوسيدات لسن بالضرورة اديبات ...عربيات من جميع الأقطار ... مصريات و خليجيات و شاميات و مغاربيات . السلسلة تحت اسم كتاب الرغبة و الأخيرة هى الحلقة الـ 15 - خارج القبيلة
جهد دكتور ياسر مشكور جدا فى القراءة والإطلاع و العرض -ومشكور اكثر فى أسلوب الكتابة و النقد .
عرض د. ياسر كان فى كثير من الأحيان أرقى أدبيا و أخلاقيا - مش عارفة أوضح قصدى غير بأخلاقيا دى - من أسلوب الكاتبات أنفسهن.
عموما انا قارئة متابعة للمدونة وأحيانا كثيرة - مالم تمنعنى أى ظروف -بأعلق على النقط اللى بتسترعى إنتباهى فى التدوينة . لكن فى حالة سلسلة كتاب الرغبة بالذات انا كنت محجمة عن التعليق حتى لو فيه نقط إسترعت إنتباهى ، هو نوع من الرفض للكاتبة و كتابها

يعنى السيدات اللائى كلفن أنفسهن وكتبن كتابات مفترض أنها أدبية أو حتى تسجيل لسيرة ذاتية لمجتمعات عربية وشرقية الهوى و العادات ومفترض فيها الإرتباط - ولن أقول الإيمان - ولو بنسبة قليلة بالدين سواء الإسلامى إو المسيحى ، كتبن كتابات أنا شخصيا كأمرأة شرقية الهوى و العادات و مرتبطة بدينى ولن أقول متدينة . ومن طبقة متوسطة فى المجتمع المصرى ومطلعة ولو بنسبة بسيطة على أحداث و أفلام و ثقافة العالم الغربى بكل ما تحمله ..... ببساطة هؤلاء السيدات صدمننى كليا وجزئيا بكتابتهن ..... من وجهة نظرى التى قد أكون مخطئة فيها - و التى قد تكون فى النهاية ناتجة عن ذوقى الخاص- الكاتبات العربيات من هذا النوع هن أسوأ دعاية للمرأة العربية أمام الرجل العربى ناهيك عن انهن اسوأ دعاية للمجتمع العربى أمام المجتمع الغربى. و الغريب أن الضوء يسلط عليهن اكثر بمراحل من الكاتبات العاديات اللواتى لا تعانين بضراوة من هذه العقد .
فى أغلب الكتابات المعروضة من خلال كتاب الرغبة المرأة البطلة - المكتوبة بواسطة إمراة - هى كائن مشوه نفسيا بصورة رهيبة تفزعنى فعلا . والمفترض أن هذا التشوه - دائما- ناتج حسب سرد الكاتبة من ضغوط وقهر الرجل / الأب/الزوج / أو صاحب السلطة عموما - احيانا التطاول يصل للسلطة الإلهية !!- وحتى المرأة الأخرى فى نفس المجتمع.
كنتيجة لهذا التشوه فالبطلة غالبا تسرد أحداث روايتها - اللى هى غالبا سرد لإنتقامها لنفسها وبنات جنسها -وترسم لوحاتها المشوهة بإستخدام مفردات صادمة و أحيانا كثيرة مقززة...بصراحة ... لا أجد كاتبا رجلا يستخدمها بنفس القوة أو التكرار. لن أدعى الإطلاع إطلاقا . لكن الكتاب الرجال -أرحم- بإمكانهم توصيل فكرة قد تكون صادمة لكن بأسلوب أدبى جمالى أكثر
. المرأة التى تكتب هذا الكلام وبهذا الأسلوب عن خيانة لزوج أو مثلا فى الحلقة الـ 15 فالاخت خانت أختها أو إحتقار لأب أو أم أو غيرها كثير وهى فى الحقيقة خيانة لقواعد مجتمع و دين وفطرة حتى . هى تعكس صورة قد- وغالبا بالنظر للعقلية المجتمعية عموما التى تميل للإجمال فى الحكم- تعمم على بنات مجتمعها هذه الصورة وبالتالى - وبرضة دى وجهة نظرى - تدخلهن حلقة مفرغة من العنف لأن اغلب الرجال سيظلون يرون أن المرأة هى كائن منحل متى واتته الفرصة ويجب قهرها كى لا تفعل ذلك . هذا إن كان الرجل سويا .أما إذا كان منحرفا فى طبعه فسوف يرى أن كل النساء منحرفات -والدليل ما هو مكتوب قصصا و اسلوبا - و بالتالى فمن الطبيعى من وجهة نظره أن يتعامل معهن بصورة منحرفة ويستمر الدوران فى الحلقة المفرغة. هن لا يخدمن أحدا بهذه السوقية - كما أراها - فى التعبير .

لا أعرف لم تذكرت الأن الجزء من أية من سورة يوسف "إن كيدكن عظيم" هل فعلا المرأة عندما تنتقم يكون إنتقامها أشنع من الرجل حتى لو كان إنتقاما على صفحات كتاب !!؟

عموما دى وجهة نظرى انا لكن أعتقد أن كثيرات من اللى زيى متفقات معايا واحنا كلنا مش بنعانى من قهر رجال ولا معمول لنا غسيل مخ للإستسلام للقهر الذكورى .مثلا صديقتى المطلقة اللى طليقها ما بيسألش على بنته إلا كل سنة مرة مافرحتش بالدعوة لتسمية الأبناء بإسم أمهاتهم زى ما نوال السعداوى نادت مثلا ... ياريت الكاتبات العربيات يخفوا علينا شوية

The Rogue Wandrer

Till the begining of this month, July 08, this blog had for almost 24 months another name and another URL. Back then when I first started this blog the only name that I liked and had a meaning to me was the translation of my first name from Persian to English. I thought maybe what I will write will explain me, just like I was explaining my name in the begining of the blog back then. What I had in mind to write about in this blog was alot different from what life made me write. I can still now see me thinking while going to work about what will I call it and what will I write in it, the subjects, the main tags, may be wishing to declare my opinions and what i think about alot and alot of small matters that may not be of interest to alot of people in this noisy disturbing world. Things like my favorite movies and books, characters and quotes, hobbies and wishes, roses and stones, fashion and cities, princesses and actresses, I thought it might be a cozy corner for me and whoever might pass by and like what I like.
The whole idea proved to be a good one in fact. For a long time I had constant readers, 2 in fact , and 2 semi-constant readers; that was fine actually, i don't like crowds anyway.
Then came this experience, parallel to the blog experience some how, it started affecting me, my thoughts and feelings,even my nerves were affected. And I couldn't help it, I started to reflect it in my blog, some times it was like that experience possessed my mind and thoughts. But while that happened I started to search inside myself ... and outside it too for answers, what i do and what i think, my actions and reactions, why do i do things. Actually I was observing me in a way, and found that the description of my personality i got once through a small test was actually a nearly perfect description of me, that despite the calm and steady home and work life I'm a vagabond in a bizzare way, A Rogue Wandrer !.
So, here I am, and I don't know for how long !.

Empire of the Sun ... that coming of age

Watched the movie last friday's morning. For me it's always the right movie to watch. Except for this time, it was the right movie ... in exactly the wrong time. The movie is about a kid who lives his coming-of-age during the years of WWII in a prisoners' camp in Shanghai.
The night before I had an emotionally strong conversation ... discussion!. for like three hours I was talking ... arguing, mocking, and maybe ... caring . Through that argument/discussion maybe I was discovering that i'm having "my own" come of age. I have learned alot through the past year or two, about me, some facts of life, understood things i've read for years and thought that I understood fully back then, I even learned a thing or two about language, Arabic language that is. My life became complicatd -or maybe i'm just imagining - in certain aspects of it. I became more un-tamed somehow -and I would'nt say wild- , and at the same time I came to learn to be more diplomatic, the problem is, mostly a Cynical diplomat !!.
I don't know, but watching the movie the mornig after was a nerves straining experience to me, for almost an hour into the movie I could've screamed and cried and I don't know why exactly. It was hard, still, I Love this movie.

مروان خوري

إن كان هو كاتب الأبيات التالية فى مستهل أغنيته الرائعة "كل القصايد" فسلم قلمه ، وإن لم يكن واستعان بها كمدخل لكلماته الخاصة مع موسيقاه الرائعة فسلم ذوقه ـ

آه ٍعلى قلب هواه محكمُ ... فاض الجوى منه فظلما ًيكتمُ
ويحي أنا بحتُ لها بسرهِ ... أشكو لها قلباً بنارها مغرمُ
ولمحتُ من عينيها ناري وحرقتي ... قالت على قلبي هواها محرمُ
كانت حياتي فلما بانت بنأيها ... صار الردى ، آه ٍ علي أرحم

And Now...Ladies and Gentlemen

- la vie est un sommeil , l'amour en est le reve.

- Tout ce qui nous arrive c'est pour notre bien.

- La Memoire c'est comme la culture, c'est que se reste quand tout est oublie.

تسجيل قديم

حينما أريد لا استطيع ... و حينما أستطيع لا أريد. إنه لشقاء مزدوج ......القديس اغسطينوس

جملة سجلتها زمان بالخطأ على شريط الكاسيت بعد ما سجلت الأغنية اللى كنت عاوزاها من الراديو ! ولأن المونتاج اليدوى على كاسيت فى التسعينات كان أحيانا صعب ماقدرتش أحذف الحكمة دى وكل مرة كنت باسمع فيها الأغانى المسجلة على الشريط ده كنت بأسمع المقولة دى .....حفظتها وقتها ...وقدرتها حق قدرها بعد سنين

Wish you were here , Bee Gees

Tonight , George Michael

Love it

Un homme et une femme

It was in the early days of 1994, they were exam days, I never really cared; so ,instead of studying I watched the movie I've heared of for so long, and the next week I watched the sequel that was made 20 years later.That sunday night I watched this movie for the first, and last time for almost 14 years, it was magnificent, I was fascinated by the Photography, Music and the whole atmosphere of the movie. I liked it very much that I wonder now why do I always like love stories that never got a happy Ending !!. I mean if the love story ever got any happiness it would Never be in the end; no "Happily ever after! ". The end had to be a dramatic suffering for at least one of the two sides, to name a few back then there was Out of Africa, an all time favoirte of mine, The sun also rises, Aimez-vous Brhams, and Roman Holiday .... to be joined later in my life with movies like The Age of Innocence, Casablanca, The way we were, Anstasia and of course the Bridges of Madison County; funny thing i guess!. Any way I watched the movie breathlessly. It was GREAT, a Treat, though I couldn't fully realize why exactly, That's all I could say back then, Great. But now and after 14 years I realize the main thing in the movie was the feelings of the main characters, I don't know how to describe it but this way; their innerself transmitting ethereal feelings to us, the audience helped by music very well. They don't talk much, they just let us feel what they go through. Back then i watched the sequel that next week, it was made 20 years later in 1986, and i was shocked! All I can remember that I thought "Oh God, this is the difference between the 60s and the 80s !" It was, as far as I can remember, noisy with disturbing images and fast pace of life, and no real feelings, I never wanted to see it again.Now back to the 60s movie, i watched it again and wondered, why do some people let their past get into their future's way ! I mean is it deliberate, even if subconsiously, or is it really out of their hands ?? do I do that sometimes to myself, even not aware of it , or will I do it some day !? is it right all the way and in all cases , or is it wrong ?? or it depends!! and depends on what !? ... i don't know!


Jean Louis : In life , when something is not believebale or serious we'd say it's not like Cinema! , why do you think we don't take Cinema seriousely !?

Jean Louis : Anne, why did you tell me your husband is dead ?
Anne : He is, but not yet for me!

Jean Louis : They are hunters , no mercy for hunters!.

حـكــمـة عصــــفـورالأزلـيــة

نهيتك ما انتهيت
والطبع فيك غالب
وديل الكلب ماينعدل
ولوعلقوا فيه قالب

يوميات نائب فى الارياف 1937- توفيق الحكيم

أول مرة

اليومين دول ولأول مرة فى حياتى أحس إنى ماكيافيللاية صغيرة ... رجعت أتعامل عادى خاااااااااالص مع شخص ماكنتش حتى أحب أقول له صباح الخير ، لمجرد أن الظروف إضطرتنى وهاتضطرنى لفترة طويلة جاية للتعامل معاه ـ

Double Vision ... Foreigner

Fill my eyes with that double vision
No disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me
My double vision always seems to get the best of me, the best of me, yeah-ah

The Talented Mr. Ripley , 1999

Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better, to be a fake somebody... than a real nobody.

Tom Ripley: If I could just go back... if I could rub everything out... starting with myself.

Dickie Greenleaf: Everybody should have one talent, what's yours?
Tom Ripley: Telling lies, forging signatures and impersonating almost anybody.

Tom Ripley: I really feel happy. As if I had been granted a new lease in life.

Tom Ripley: I could live Dickie's life for him.

Tom Ripley: Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn't it, in your head. You never meet anybody that thinks they're a bad person.

Tom Ripley: Don't you just take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do, And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say; open up, step inside, but you can't, because it's dark, There's demons and if anybody saw how ugly it is. I keep wanted to do that, fling the door open just let light in and clean everything out.

Fragile....... Julio&Sting

The Gambler ....that i can't learn to be

On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, "Son, I've made my life out of readin' people's faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
so if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."

When he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

لولا الهوى - مروان خورى

My Horoscope for the day !

"Make sure you have all the facts before you decide! Some last minute info might change your mind."

Just a horoscope !?!

لو فيي - مروان خورى

Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance,
I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.You can check-out any time you like,But you can never leave!'

Light...Darkness ...and Shadows

Sunlight

The Window

All Alone

All by Iman Maleki

A Lose-Lose situation ;( ;( ;(

But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue , Hamlet

All the restless souls ;(

Gary Moore as always..... Johnny boy

Crazy, Patsy Cline

A lovely song by a great voice.

3- كوميديا على كل لون

Non-Defined Color

Two hours ago i came to know some elaborate info. about one of the dearest persons to me, and for the second time, I gave no negative reaction!!, Although these are very negative info to me. I don't know what does this mean, and why did i smile though shocked ! the word Comedy just poped-up in my head, but with no color. It wasn't black or blue or white or pink anyway.

I think my reaction is just funny !

2- كوميديا على كل لون

White, Blue and Rose

When Harry met Sally, 1989

Sally Albright: You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.

Sally Albright: Amanda mentioned you had a dark side.
Harry Burns: That's what drew her to me.
Sally Albright: Your dark side?
Harry Burns: Sure. Why? Don't you have a dark side? I know, you're probably one of those cheerful people who dot their "i's" with little hearts.
Sally Albright: I have just as much of a dark side as the next person.
Harry Burns: Oh, really? When I buy a new book, I read the last page first. That way, in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.

Sally Albright: Harry, you're going to have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling that you have, every moment that you have them.

Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: How do you know?
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

*****

Harry Burns: I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally Albright: What?
Harry Burns: I love you.
Sally Albright: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry Burns: How about, you love me too.
Sally Albright: How about, I'm leaving.

Harry Burns: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.
Sally Albright: Which one am I?
Harry Burns: You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.

Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner?... Just friends.
Sally Albright: I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends.
Harry Burns: When did I say that?
Sally Albright: On the ride to New York.
Harry Burns: No, no, no, I never said that... Yes, that's right, they can't be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can... This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted... That doesn't work either, because what happens then is, the person you're involved with can't understand why you need to be friends with the person you're just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say "No, no, no it's not true, nothing is missing from the relationship," the person you're involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you're just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let's face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can't be friends.

Harry Burns: The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe you're either (a) not at home, (b) home but don't want to talk to me, or (c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy. If it's either (a) or (c), please call me back.

Sally: He just met her... She's supposed to be his transitional person, she's not supposed to be the ONE. All this time I thought he didn't want to get married. But, the truth is, he didn't want to marry me. He didn't love me.
Harry: If you could take him back now, would you?
Sally: No. But why didn't he want to marry me? What's the matter with me?
Harry: Nothing.
Sally: I'm difficult.
Harry: You're challenging.
Sally: I'm too structured, I'm completely closed off.
Harry: But in a good way.
Sally: No, no, no, I drove him away. AND, I'm gonna be forty.
Harry: When?
Sally: Someday.
Harry: In eight years.
Sally: But it's there. It's just sitting there, like some big dead end. And it's not the same for men. Charlie Chaplin had kids when he was 73.
Harry: Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up.

Harry Burns: It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.

*****

Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

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لأن الزواج بطبيعته وبتصديق من كل الأديان بيرفع كل "البراقع" بين الزوج وزوجنه ... بالتالى لما نحاول ندور على منطق للتقليد ده مش بنلاقى. بالنسبة لى فيه اعراف كتيرة غريبة و مستفزة و أحيانا منفرة لكن غالبا تؤول أو تستند لخيط دينى ولو رفيييييييييع جدا . إنما ده بقى مستند لإيه ؟؟؟؟؟؟
صديقتى اللى بعتت لى ميل فيه المقال ده كانت كاتبة تعليقها الخاص اللى كان قمة فى الكوميديا الهستيرية لأن الموضوع اكتر من مستفز لأى حد عنده عقل . كان فى أخر الميل تساؤل بسيط .... لو هيفاء وهبى نزلت البلد دى رد الفعل هايكون إيه ؟ مجزرة ؟ و لا هايفتكروها كائن فضائى من كوكب تانى !!!؟ :))))))
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غريب أمر الإنسان . يدعو ويتوسل ...لأمر ...لإشارة ، ولما تحصل أو مجرد إنه يتخيل إنها حصلت ...إن الإشارة موجودة وبتعطيه جواب على سؤاله، ولمجرد إن الإشارة كانت - صراحة أو حتى مجرد انها أوحت له- بالطريق المعاكس لرغباته الحقيقية. لرجاءه الداخلي ... يحزن و يتألم!. كانه بيعترض على الإجابة اللى وصلته !!. طيب بيطلب المساعدة ليه لو مش عاجبه الرد أو لو ناوى يعترض ؟ وهايعمل إيه يعنى حتى لو مش عاجبه ؟؟ لأن الإجابات على أسئلة قدرية بتكون بالتبعية ترتيبات قدرية ماينفعش أساسا يحاول يغيرها .الإنسان البائس ده بيحاول يعترض ليه !!! ... بيعذب نفسه ولا بيتعذب

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