The Gentlemen’s Club

It’s no secret that I have thought and even trying to find a runaway, it’s the one most important thing in my life nowadays.

So, I am starting the first community of (Supporting Runaway Youth in Egypt). I like the sound of that myself ^^.

The reason I am starting this is to tell the world that we are not weak, running away is not our only choice it is the right one. Our choice.

Any ideas or suggestions I would be happy to receive them, thanks.



[Class Zero] In Black and White

Following Alice to wonderland, running after a sweet dawn dream or haunting a lost shadow.

The problem is always there, dwelling in my head. My greatest foes, living within my head. The good me, the wrong me. Both trying to claim victory, either ways I am victim.

It’s a challenge, living to please both. Being a slave to the winner… Desiring  the forbidden and praying for heaven.

Crying at night, lost in the light.

The puzzle is missing more pieces every time I do the wrong and even when I do the right!

Love me or love that me, I don’t know what to do!

A tiring game, that I no longer enjoy…

A silly game, turning me into just a toy…

I quit this path, but it’s not leaving me to be…

I ran away, but still its haunting me…

Reaching a point where doing the right and doing the wrong makes you feel nothing but guilty, roaming like a lost spirit not knowing what to look for.

Diagnosed with an alien illness called fighting for light, where I hold my sword trying to cut off the show and disappear.

[Class Zero]: Dear Mother

I’ve never seen someone so simple yet complicated like my mother.

Both of us so stubborn, both of us argue and listen to only our own voice.

My mum over 50 now wishes nothing but to marry-off her 3 kids (Me, my 19 years old sister and my 16 years old brother) in order that starts with me.

When we argue she wishes that I get married, in valentine she wishes that I get married, when it rains she wishes that I get married… When she’s happy or sad she still wishes that I would get married.

My mum’s wish in life is so simple, after many years from now, after even I leave this world when someone read this they will simply agree that it’s a simple wish and that I’m an ungrateful daughter ’cause I can’t give the mother who gave up her life to raise me and my siblings something that simple. Honestly, even I sometimes look at the whole situation that way too.

I never do anything to make my mum happy, I never will mostly; yet, I’m just astonished by how everything she wishes in life could be described with one word!

My mum is great mother and a great woman too, that’s not just my words framing her in a sweet motherly picture but everyone’s opinion when it comes to my mum. I wish I could write more about her and share some of our funny sweet and crazy moments but I’m keeping my great mum a secret so no one would try and steal her away from me.

The reason why I’m writing this is a question from a friend of mine got me pretty puzzled. He was wondering why my family which is having little money is happier despite all of our problems while his family -which is wealthy- seems okay but in fact broken?

The only reason I found was my parents, my father I always talk ’bout him he was and still the light in my heart and life and my mum the strong woman who would do anything for her kids just to keep them safe underneath her wings. Their love to us and to each other is the light in our lives and in our noisy warm house.

[Class Zero] I can’t wait to try! #001

Normally like everyone else, I make plans for the new year and I like telling myself I should follow them and that I must do great and better in the next year.

And normally, I fail every year in most of the points I list.

Yet, to my surprise it happens that I gain something instead of the ones I failed to achieve and honestly its really even better ’cause its unexpected.

I get out of every year with more experiences, more ideas, more confidence that I can keep moving forward and do something good with my life.

That’s great.

But this year I’m not going to wait around and enjoy failing without a good fight. Continue reading

A Zero Class Person.

Class Zero

Class Zero

In t his world the alphabet is of many uses, reading and writing, numbering and grouping, and classifying.

Classifying is my problem.

People use from A to Z to classify each other, and of course there is the famous form of A  & B that can’t be even described for surviving till now.

Most of my life problems comes from trying to fit either where I want or where people originally wants me to, it never worked for both even when I try hard or with doing nothing at all but I kept trying. I’m a kind of person that generate hope just as breathing.

With nothing working and being the loser people put me as, I developed hate for being told to do that, to be that or any form of orders specially for being a girl in an unfair middle-eastern society.

So far in life, I tried and mostly failed, lost a so little I gained, walked but never moved.

It kept me wondering if there’s actually something too wrong with me?!!

There must be a reason why I reached such a dead-end point!!!

Questions grow bigger day by day, yet without satisfying answers.

I just thought it might be useless to write that I’m lost, that I feel myself the outsider but something just changed at some point.

I’m not an alphabet person, me absolutely unclassified.

I was never and won’t ever be anything they want me to be or to fit in.

I’d always be the weirdo, outsider or whatever it’s they call, I’ll just be myself.

A Class Zero Student, is perfectly fine with me.

I’d be anything I want for I want it not forced to be not just accepting it all.

Class Zero, is unclassified. I’m proud to write Class Zero (articles/stories) from now on.

Class Zero, is an answer and a way out of many problems.

Class Zero, is you is your perfect shapeless form just like air you’ll fit yourself in your way wherever you go whatever you do. In your own way, unclassified.

I’m a zero class person, & proud student zero.