Because Facebook’s “Community Standards” SUCK!


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How many times have you reported something on Facebook, and they returned your report saying that content wasn’t removed as it doesn’t violate their community standards??! For me, it happened dozens of times! I stumble all the time upon pages that incite hate speech, discrimination and lies, but the Facebook guys seem to be too reckless to thoroughly check these things! A page doesn’t have to post pornography to be inappropriate, there are endless ways!

Yesterday some friends of mine found out their public photos were stolen and got posted on a page with sexually explicit comments on them! I know Facebook is infested with psychopaths, but I’ve never imagined something like this would happen! My friends and I reported the page, and the usual response got me so furious! How can stealing people’s photos not violate their Goddamn standards?!

Now I’m literally begging whoever reads this post to go to the following link and report that dirty page. Just open the page, click that star right to the “message” button and click “report”. Choose “it harasses me or a friend”. Maybe if so many people reported, the page would get banned.. Here’s is the link, and I apologize for having to post such an inappropriate thing:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/%D8%A8%D8%B9%D8%B4%D9%82-%D9%86%D9%8A%D9%83-%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%85%D9%88%D9%86%D9%82%D8%A8%D8%A7%D8%AA-%D9%88%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%85%D8%AD%D8%AC%D8%A8%D8%A7%D8%AA/695543523791624

Again I beg you, PLEASE report it!

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A painful epiphany!


I always avoid conversations with taxi drivers, particularly political ones. But somehow I slipped into the following one!

Driver: Which side are you on? (Rab’a protesters or the military side).

Me: None. (Just to end the conversation).

Driver: One should make sure they’re on the right side. Right??

Me: I don’t know which side is right. (again trying to opt out the debate).

Driver: You should just follow your heart. What did you feel when you watched the dead bodies on Al Jazeerah channel?

Me: ………….

*Few minutes later*

Driver: You really have to comfort me and tell me which side are you on?

Me: Why does it matter?

Driver: I need to know there still is goodness in the country.

Me:…………….

Driver: You’re right. Remaining silent and all. You know, back during January’s revolution, everybody spoke up, now everybody’s too scared to talk.

That was the moment I realized I was afraid to speak, just like before January 25! I wanted to scream it out loud and tell him no, I am on the right side, I am against butchering innocent people and cremating their bodies. I support people’s right to protest and letting their voice be heard, I am longing for freedom… But I just remained silent!

Driver: I grieved over that massacre’s martyrs more than I grieved over my mother’s death!

Me: …………………

Driver: Okay. If you support Sisi and army forces, just remain silent.

Me: I don’t…. *Trying not to break into tears*

Driver: Thank God. *Exhales*

A doctor or a terrorist?!!


Arabic readers, please read this post. Many doctor colleagues got arrested by security forces and were called terrorists by Egyptian media! Some of them are my classmates! 

طبيب أم إرهابي؟!!.

RIP humanness!


With the utter brutality and frank killing going, there isn’t much to say. I’m not sure what to grief first, my people who die in thousands on a daily basis, my country that has slipped into infinite chaos, or common sense that no longer exists.

This nightmare doesn’t seem to end any time soon, I’m standing helpless and my prayers are all I have.

RIP humanness, RIP Egypt!

Take a look at my bright future!!


Check the following photos for a few seconds, and think…

Source: Facebook.

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… Then let me answer a few question that must have popped out:

  • Why are they dressed like doctors?? They simply are doctors.
  • Why are they out in the streets cleaning cars and selling book and tissues? Well, they’re not collecting money for some cause or charities.

To put it straight, that’s how Egyptian doctors protested today against their inhumanely low income! Medical career is one of the least paid in the country. Believe it or not, the protesters claim the money they made today was a lot more than their salaries! Did you know that a recent graduate doctor earns 256 Egyptian pounds per month (less than 40 dollars)?! Need I mention the improperly tough job circumstances??

It doesn’t shock me, for I joined med-school fully aware of the future lying ahead. It’s just a good chance to tell you how I love medicine in spite of everything!

Heh.. Just another pointless post!


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I’ve got nothing substantial to say, so here I am, blurting out random rumblings..

Okay, I started my senior medical year and two weeks later midyear vacation was announced. Such a short semester! I’m now caught up in a cycle of ordinary daily chores; cooking here, cleaning there, a half dozen books to flip through, series to watch.. It’s not so boring after all.

However, there still are few things I’m wondering if I ever will have time to fulfill. Outlining the plot of my novel tops the list; whenever I spin it in my head, everything goes upside down and I have to start over weaving the threads one after another.

Another thing, political-wise, Egypt is back on fire. As if we’re never meant to touch a slight peace of mind, as if we’re destined to bleed eternally..

Heh.. That’s it!

Bad guys lose eventually!


Few weeks ago, I thought we were heading downhill and that free will has slept, but thank God, it turned out that I was wrong… Egyptians never let go! Ahmad Shafiq (Mubarak’s mirror image) has lost, and though our new president Mohammad Morsi raises lots of debates and controversies, still he came by our votes, which is a brand new experience in Egypt!

Ahmad Shafiq… Source: http://latuffcartoons.wordpress.com

I don’t know where he will be taking us, or if his plans for Egypt are as he promised, but at least, WE brought him and will support him, and if he lets us down, Tahrir square is always there! 😉 🙂

Mohammad Morsi… Source: Google images.

iRead: (2) A Thousand Splendid Suns..


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Reading about other people’s misery can sometimes be quite helpful; it makes you  realize you’re not suffering alone.. And with the current overwhelming ”political congestion”, I decided to finish reading Khaled Husseini’s novel, A Thousand Splendid Suns..

That novel portrays the endless suffering in Afghanistan along the years. Although the last few chapters really broke my heart, I couldn’t help but fall in love with the book. And except for few paragraphs that I had (as an obssessively-strict reader) to skip, I can’t help but admit that the novel is perfectly written..

Here’s the most heart wrenching part, where “Mariam” met her destiny: (SPOILER ALERT)!

Thousands of eyes bore down on her. In the crowded bleachers, necks were craned for the benefit of a better view. Tongues clucked. A murmuring sound rippled through the stadium when Mariam was helped down from the truck. Mariam imagined heads shaking when the loudspeaker announced her crime. But she did not look up to see whether they were shaking with disapproval or charity, with reproach or pity. Mariam blinded herself to them all.

Earlier that morning, she had been afraid that she would make a fool of herself, that she would turn into a pleading, weeping spectacle. She had feared that she might scream or vomit or even wet herself, that, in her last moments, she would be betrayed by animal instinct or bodily disgrace. But when she was made to descend from the truck, Mariam’s legs did not buckle. Her arms did not flail. She did not have to be dragged. And when she did feel herself faltering, she thought of Zalmai, from whom she had taken the love of his life, whose days now would be shaped by the sorrow of his father’s disappearance. And then Mariam’s stride steadied and she could walk without protest.

An armed man approached her and told her to walk toward the southern goalpost. Mariam could sense the crowd tightening up with anticipation. She did not look up. She kept her eyes to the ground, on her shadow, on her executioner’s shadow trailing hers. Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for the most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky.

She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the beautiful young woman that she would one day become, would not get to paint her hands with henna and toss noqul candy at her wedding. She would never play with Aziza’s children. She would have liked that very much, to be old and play with Aziza’s children. Near the goalpost, the man behind her asked her to stop. Mariam did. Through the crisscrossing grid of the burqa, she saw his shadow arms lift his shadow Kalashnikov. Mariam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad, Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings. Mariam’s final thoughts were a few words from the Koran, which she muttered under her breath.

“He has created the heavens and the earth with the truth; He makes the night cover the day and makes the day overtake the night, and He has made the sun and the moon subservient; each one runs on to an assigned term; now surely He is the Mighty, the Great Forgiver.”

“Kneel,” the Talib said.

“O my Lord! Forgive and have mercy, for you are the best of the merciful ones.”

“Kneel here, hamshira And look down.” One last time, Mariam did as she was told.

I guess now is the right time to pick an  uplifting book, The 7 habits of highly effective people would do fine! 🙂

Falling apart!


I’m back! Sorry for acting like I was abducted by aliens, but I’m so overwhelmed.. My schedule is messed up, exams are coming closer, and Egypt is politically on fire, which leaves me with a viscid sense of apprehension, insecurity and absolutely no desire to read or write a single letter!

It agonies to see all your dreams of justice, freedom and a better tomorrow burn into ashes right in front of your sight! SCAF’s beasts kill with no mercy; they’ve recently shot another schoolmate of mine right in the back of his head, while he was saving the injured!

Alongside, they’ve manged to kill our spirits! After all this fighting, after almost winning, people have let go! Most Egyptians now are seeking the easy way; the peace of their minds even if it’s fake, and even if provided by Mubarak’s man who has unexpectedly reached the “finale” of the presidency race!!

Now we’re left with two choices; Mubarak’s regime regaining it’s strength, or being ruled by a political party whose loyalty to the revolution is pretty controversial! And sadly, all the expectations pour into the side of Mubarak’s man, “Ahmad Shafiq“, and people have started to accept the defeat!

I feel quite confused, yet all I’ve got now is praying and praying and praying till a shred of light sneaks in!

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Another dose of questions..


And the cycle of questions keeps spinning.. I never was into this “chain-post” thing, but when people ask interesting questions, you can’t help but answer ! 🙂

Here are Better this way‘s questions..

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1. What book are you currently reading?

Again.. “A thousand splendid suns”. But if you mean medical books, then it’s “Basics of dermatology”!! 😛

2. If you could live in any country/city in the world, which would it be?

Let me think.. I’ve always wanted to visit Paris, but not that I want to live there. I love Cairo where I live now; it’s crowded and noisy, but I love it! My second favorite place is Abu Dhabi.. 🙂

3. If you had three wishes, what would they be?

Endless faith, endless patience, and endless wishes perhaps??! 😛

4. Blackberry or Iphone?

Neither nor!! What’s wrong with Samsung or Nokia phones?! People blindly follow the trend, but I’ve never been that trendy!

5. What’s one thing that you can do really well?

Writing I guess?? Or If not, I’m a professional procrastinator! 😉

6. Harry Potter or Twilight? (you shouldn’t even have to think about it).

HARRY POTTER!! And yes, of course I shouldn’t think about it; Twilight actually stinks, I’d never like a shiny blood-sucking creature, even if it was “Edward Cullen”!

7. Name one song that could be the anthem to your life right now?

I’m not that into music, so honestly nothing is on my mind now. You can pick any song about moving on and hoping for the best.. 🙂

8. If you could meet any famous person from the past, who would it be and why?

That would be the prophet Muhammad (PBUH).. If he was here, I’d want him to rule the country, for the people in charge now have turned everything into chaos!

9. Favourite movie of all time?

You’ve got mail, also the Arabic-dubbed version of A bug’s life, it’s a lot more hilarious! 🙂

10. If you could spend the whole day doing just one thing, what would it be?

It depends, sometimes I can spend the whole day writing what’s on my mind, sometimes facebooking and tweeting, sometimes just sleeping, and sometimes literally doing nothing!

11. Who in your life inspires you the most?

My mother. 😀