Posted by: xeper | February 17, 2009

Two Questions for the Journey

Ancient Egyptians believed that

Upon death

They would be asked

Two questions

And their answers would determine

Whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife.

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The first question was,

“Did you bring joy?”

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The second was,

“Did you find joy?”

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~ Quote by Leo Buscaglia ~

Posted by: xeper | February 16, 2009

Egyptian Words for “Beautiful”

Someone was asking for the Egyptian word for “Beautiful”..

The ancient Egyptian word is Nefer.. as in NeferTiti, which means “The Beautiful One Has Come”.. The word Titi or Tata means walking.. which comes from the sound you make when walking small steps.. We still urge our babies to walk tata, so the old verb is still used as an adverb now.. or a subconscious translation.. as if still believing the natural language that human are born understanding is the Old Language.. so all our talk to babies still is done using it.. but maybe we can say more about that later.. for now we should go back to Nefer and Beautiful..

A modern word for Beautiful is 7elw (helw) for masculin or 7elwa (helwa) for feminine.. this is a Cairo and lower Egypt (north of cairo) dialect, comes from Arabic from a root meaning “Sweet”, which we came to use for everything nice, so it means beautiful or sweet or nice or even good. Gamiil/Gamiila is a non-geographically specific word, also from Arabic, but from a root meaning Beautiful, as in physical beauty. We also use it to describe spiritually beautiful people but it is mainly for the physical that it is used. In upper Egypt (south) the G becomes a Dj, and sometimes just a D.. Djamiil, Damiil.. though the usage may differ slightly.. In upper Egypt the word Malii7/Malii7e (Maliih/Maliihe) are more often used to describe beauty.

I am unfortunately not familiar with the words in Nubian and other Egyptian tongues, so if someone can help please do in the comments.. but until then, the above would be understood all over Egypt..

Posted by: xeper | February 16, 2009

The Real Issue in the Economy

“Men, for the sake of getting a living, forget to live.”

Margaret Fuller

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Sarah Margaret Fuller Ossoli (May 23, 1810 – July 19, 1850) was an advocate of women’s rights and, in particular, women’s education and the right to employment. She also encouraged many other reforms in society, including prison reform and the emancipation of slaves in the United States. In 1839, she began overseeing what she called “conversations”: discussions among women meant to compensate for their lack of access to higher education. Fuller was a journalist, critic and women’s rights activist associated with American transcendentalism, a group of new ideas in literature, religion, culture, and philosophy that emerged in New England in the early to middle 19th century. Among transcendentalists’ core beliefs was an ideal spiritual state that ‘transcends’ the physical and empirical and is only realized through the individual’s intuition, rather than through the doctrines of established religions. Prominent transcendentalists other than Margret Fuller included Ralph Waldo Emerson, who wrote in his essay “The American Scholar” what may be the real answer to the real economic problem:

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“We will walk on our own feet; we will work with our own hands; we will speak our own minds …

A nation of men will for the first time exist, because each believes himself inspired by the Divine Soul which also inspires all men. […]

So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes. […]

Build, therefore, your own world.

[…]

Conform your life to the pure idea in your mind [!]”

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And Xeper the Seeker looked at AHMOSE the young ancient Prince and said, not really asking, “Those are words you approve.” And AHMOSE smiled silently. No more should we for getting a living forget to live. May Amen the Invisible bless your soul, Margret. I think what you say, Ralph, may be the only solution for the real economic problem; rebuild the whole system with new economics, build a society of Real self-fulfillment, of Divinely-inspired individuals, working to speak their own Real minds, to conform not to social norms and consumerist slavery but to the pure idea in their Souls. And though I know it will not be the first time for such a Divinely-inspired Nation to exist, I will do as you say, I will re-build my own world..

Posted by: xeper | February 14, 2009

Quotes – Marlene Dietrich

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Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.

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Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they do not like him.

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To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life. You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it’s no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.

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A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.

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Grumbling is the death of love.

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Courage and grace are a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring.

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Darling, the legs aren’t so beautiful, I just know what to do with them.

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Superstitions are habits rather than beliefs.

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I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.

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I had no desire to be an film actress, to always play somebody else, to be always beautiful with somebody constantly straightening out your every eyelash. It was always a big bother to me.

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I never enjoyed working in a film.

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There is a gigantic difference between earning a great deal of money and being rich.

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It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.

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Marlene Dietrich IPA: [maɐˈleːnə ˈdiːtrɪç]; (27 December 1901 – 6 May 1992) was a German-born American actress, singer and entertainer. Dietrich remained popular throughout her long career by continually re-inventing herself. In 1999 the American Film Institute named Dietrich the ninth greatest female star of all time.

Wallpaper

Today I’d like to share with you the vision I had of myself for the future, and what I did to achieve it.

I would also like to acknowledge my defeat in achieving it, temporary as I hope it is. As we hope it is, for we are many, as many of you know and understand.

Perfect Man

Perfect Nation

Justice to Kemet

That was my vision. My personal vision.

I am tired. I will continue later.

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“Later” is now, and I am glad it is here, so I may talk to you again. We talked about Vision, and now is time to talk about defeat, I guess. But allow me to wonder first a bit about Time. For moments of defeat, and especially moments of acknowledging defeats, are among the best moments of contemplation. We might talk later about how the development of identity and learning are both strongly linked to moments of defeat and moments of triumph, and moments of realization of either.

I wanted to contemplate Time. Time is such a wonder. For you, this post started maybe 10 minutes ago. For me, it started yesterday in my mind, then earlier today in writing. And even the word “ago” which we shared earlier this paragraph, though very true, carries two quite different meanings to you than to me. Consider “now”. For me it is the 10th of February 2009 of the common era, 8:53 p.m. by Cairo time (GMT+2), Egypt. For you I daresay it will be quite another time, so even when I tell you that you probably started reading this post 10 minutes ago, it would be “ago” compared to your “now”. But in fact, for me, by “ago” I mean a time in the future.

Is it so big a deal? In a society that makes such a fuss about “my left or your left”, I imagine we should be making more of a fuss over “my now or your now”, that’s all. For me, it never seized to amaze me. I think this issue carries an important key to wisdom. I cannot figure it out totally, but it is about the fact that we live in totally different realities. And the fact that we don’t seem to be stopping for a moment to consider the implications of such an important notion.

“No man is an island”, they say. “What are we if not islands”, I say. And our communication is not much more reliable than messages in bottles. Some reach the other islands, some do not. And when they reach, you have nearly no way of knowing how they understood it, for you are not sure what language they speak. Surely, they speak a close enough language to the one you use, as evidenced by the favorable reactions you observe from them. But it is not the same language, as evidenced by misunderstandings that happen. And aren’t misunderstandings often strong, then wouldn’t you also say that the differences are important enough to consider?

Time. The messages you send do not even reach the other island in the same time you sent it. This means there is no way to know for sure whether you still want and mean what you said when you said it. Let me give an example, you just received a message from the island upstream saying it has an excess of  10 tons of dates or coconuts which they would send you if you wanted them. You have no way of knowing for sure what is happening “now” on the other island. Are they still willing to send the excess? Is the excess still there in the first place? Are they still there and did not drown by “now”. There is only one thing you know for sure. If they still exist (if, indeed, they ever existed, but that’s the subject of another talk.) then they are pretty surely upstream. Everything else is unsure. You don’t know if the message means in their language what it means in yours, you are not sure if they are truthful or trustworthy, you don’t know whether they are still there or the message is still truthful in this “now” even if it was truthful in the time of its writing, you know nothing! Except the physical.

The physical is the basis of communication. Upon it, you can then test whether the other island’s “10” is your “10”, whether their “coconut” means the same as your “coconut”, and so on.

And this is why I think the physical world was created. For us to be able to communicate.

For we are essentially spiritual beings. Nothing physical is of real importance to us execpt to support the physical body, which is a circular logic (the physical is important because it supports the physical) which can simply be resolved by eliminating it; if we die, then we won’t need our bodies, so we will not need to sustain them, so the sooner we die the better. But in Reality we would not be able to Really function if we died or otherwise got rid of the physical. And the one thing for which we really need the physical is to communicate with each other, even if it was such an imperfect setting with lots of gaps.

I believe we were once in a higher plane. And we committed (what Christian Thought refers to today as) an original sin. We lived in some form. All of us. And we had to communicate and interact because of it. Hence a common denominator was needed, and the Physical plane was created, where we can communicate. Before the Physical, we all lived unaware of each other’s presence except as we might now be aware of warmth or light fog at most, vague awareness of coexistence but nothing more. And communication needed a setting. Physical plane.

And still the problem shows until today, as we turn our awareness from the higher planes of our consciousness to the lower planes of our thoughts, then to the even lower plane of our meanings, just to be lowered even further as messages in the bottles of words to be thrown into the rivers of sound or print or gesture, just to try to communicate.

Another time we may talk of what was that sin we did, which I think we still are doing, or why are we still in the physical bodies.. But now I have talked for long while you listened patiently and your face silently showed you had a few points to make yourself, so if you can still spare me some of your time, I’d like to know what you thought of what I shared with you so far..

Posted by: xeper | February 5, 2009

Beyond That Which Is Seen

(Previous)

“You didnt tell him about Imaan.”

I looked at the direction of the voice, and I saw a very serious-looking person, respecting but practically commanding Hotep to say more. “Imaan” meant “belief” in Arabic, and it was used in Quran a lot, addressing its followers as Mo’menuun; meaning “those of Imaan”. These days, though, it was used as a name too, for both girls and boys, though more for girls, despite the fact that it was a masculin word. Hotep’s silence took more than I expected, which grabbed my attention, and I looked at him, just to find him looking at me.

“Do you want to know anything more?” He asked me, half-ignoring the half-command of our unexpected companion. I knew better than to push for something Hotep did not think I was ready to know, yet didnt want to refuse the opportunity unnecessarily, so I asked, as if  a real question: “Is there anything more youd like to share now?” I had given him the time to make up his mind, it seems, and he decided there was: “The Prince wants you to know that your ancestors had a name for the higher plane of Life. Amen. Amen was the Name given to Him Who Could Not Be Seen But His Actions Are. They still say this Name in their prayers on the mainland, dont they?” I nodded. “Does anyone remember what it means?” He asked me. I had asked and they gave various unsupported meanings. “Now you know,” The Prince said, and left. Hotep watched him walk away then said “Imaan, Xeper, is the arabization of this term Amen, and means Belief in the higher planes of Life.” I noted the similarity, especially that in our languages the vowels are not considered real letters. Emaan, Emen. The etymology sounds authentic, too. Hotep continued “When you read the Quran, it talks sometimes to people in general, a few times to Muslims, but the vast majority of times to Mo’menuun. You might want to read those verses as addressing Those Who Believe In Higher Life, rather than Those Who Are Muslim. Indeed, there is a verse that tells people who called themselves Mo’mens that they are merely Muslims.”

“Who was this man?” I asked, “And why was this important to him?”

“Oh, I did not introduce you to The Prince? He rules our island. You just met The Prince of Alberraao.”

“What’s his name? And why was this important to him?” I repeated.

“It is important for you to know because you are important to him. He doesn’t want you to forget. That would be a shame.”

“I couldnt forget. I didnt even know.”

“That’s a bigger shame.”

“So what did you mean when you…” I started again but he cut me off: “Didn’t you say you had pressing matters on the mainland?”

I smiled in appreciation of the old man and prepared to leave. As I walked away, I heard him yell “AHMOSE!” I looked back at him, not really understanding. Were you talking to me, I thought. And as if my face spoke it out, he replied: “The Prince of Alberraao’s name.. is AHMOSE.”

“You shouldn’t have spent all that time with them, you know”, Hotep reproached me. We dont have too much time for their kind.

I was not convinced. I even doubted him for a second. My dear mentor. I wouldn’t have lasted a day with the good mentor of Mousa, I suppose. I thought it was part of my journey of Becoming to share what I know with others, and I told him so. “Others what”, he exclaimed. “Other people, humans who have the right to be shown the way and to choose,” I said, as patiently as if he was going astray and I was his mentor. Wisdom is sometimes cruel, one second she seems to speak from your lips to your mentor, and the next she mocks you from those of your mentor. Or is it the Mind, faking Wisdom, that ridicules us when we submit to its tricks?

“Other people, you say, and bla bla bla.” He looked at me in amusement. Sometimes I wonder whether he allows me his dear company more for Wisdom or for Amusement at my naivity. “You understood nothing of what I told you the other day, did you?” I must have looked confused, for he continued without waiting for me to offer myself to more ridicule by asking what he is talking about; “When we spoke of why I talk to you, ‘difference’, and the Price of Difference, remember?” I remembered. And I still am Different, I thought. I help others, at least I try to, from time to time, while most people dont. “You seem to remember, but you did not understand, it seems.”

“My dear,” he continued, “remember when I told you you were different? Difference means you are not like those. You just spent a couple of hours telling those so-called people about all what you believed was True and Right about the topic of their discussion. And did they understand? Were they ready to listen to you even?” I thought they listened. They replied to a couple of points I made, too, didn’t they? And I daresay if I did not plant the seed of my ideas in them by spending those two hours or so with them, how would I expect it to grow in them? I thought so, and other thoughts on the same line, and told Hotep so.

“But those bipedals are not yet people, dear”, he said, shocking me in a smooth tone that wasnt supposed to deliver such messages. “They are still land,” he then added, as if this explained everything. A couple of seconds passed, probably with his eyes on my bewildered face.

I’m not sure what I was thinking, if anything, when he took a few mental steps back to tell me “You know there is lower life planes and higher life planes. All life you see on earth except one is lower life.” I realized I was again able to make sense of what I hear, and was relieved. As I opened my mouth to ask him about this one exception, he cut me continuing “So look around you; as far as your eyes can see, it is lower life. And life has many shapes and degrees, many of which we do not understand or realize. Some tell you the lowest form of life is plants, then fish, then other animals, then people, based on their ability to move. But you are not talking to them, are you; and your eager eyes are not following their words as they form, but mine, so I have to tell you that the ability to move is not what impresses an old man like me. Not like the ability to change, anyway. I think the lowest life form is that which cannot decide on its movement or change. Matter. No, matter is not unalive. Matter is alive. Just that we do not understand its life does not mean it is not alive, just like just because plants and animals do not use English does not mean they do not communicate, and just as so-called primitive tribes have their culture, whether or not we understand and appreciate it. Matter is alive, dear. And one day you will understand it. Just remember it for now; Matter is life, a form of life, anyway. And earth is alive. The Gaia hypothesis, yes. But more than that, every ‘thing’ is alive. Some better than others, of course, natural things aremuch better alive than artificial ones, for instance. But maybe we will remember to talk about it more later. Just remember that the Land is alive. And as such, you can consider its parts alive as well. Just as hurting your hand would be hurting the life in you, so does hurting a rock hurt the life in the Land. And when we talk about Land we should note everything; rocks, mountains, clouds, rivers, plants and fish, birds and animals, and everything natural. They act in quite predictable patterns, and this is because they are a lower form of life than we are. This is why we can predict their behavior, and laws of physics and ecology can be studied quite accurately. This is why we did not advance in ethics much more than the Ancients did; ethics deal with Values, and those are on the higher life planes, so we cannot reach conclusive studies about them. Anyway, so those lower life forms from matter to animals are Land.

“But Land has a special category in it that looks like us. Those are pre-People. They look like us and talk to us, etc. but are not People in the way you and I are. You can study them easily, and they can be quite predictable, which means you can manage them and subordinate them. They are lower forms than we are. The ‘people’ you wasted your time with are such beings. They only have the motive of power and dominance. For them you are only a potential subordinate. They cannot even imagine learning from you, so you wasted your time. They still do not have a purpose in the higher planes of life. All their understanding, and thus purpose, lies in the lower planes. This is why they are Land. Did you see the Lizard-Heads? Ok, I will show them to you once. They might help you see better.

“Anyway, the Talking Land can become People after some intervention from the higher planes of life. When they are thus ready you can communicate with them. Until then, the seeds you sow get poisoned by their ignorant souls. Don’t you respect the Quran? It describes the higher People saying that if the ignorant talked to them they talk back peacefully. Not informingly, mind you, but peacefully, presumably because of this. The Talking Land is not ready to listen about the higher planes; they are still not ready. And it is not yet our job to guide them there. But guide them in the lower planes if you wish, maybe that would help them. Then there are us, dear. People. Yet to be perfected creatures. Old enough to have lived as Land, lowered into Talking Land, then having the higher planes reveal themselves to us, not totally, but enough for us to know beyond doubt that there is something more to life, Life, Higher Life. True Life. And from time to time we are lucky to be Real People, focused for a minute, or an hour, or a day, or more or less, on seeking the higher planes of Life.

“I doubt any one of us is Real for a long period, or permanently. For why would such a person remain Human? Keep a human form, maybe, but they wont remain Human. But let me not lose focus. Did you understand why they did not listen?”

“Yes,” I replied curtly, still digesting what I have just heard.

(Continued..)

Posted by: xeper | February 3, 2009

Of Illusion.. and Reality

It is 5 o’clock in the morning, and I am allowed today to be late to work, so I can at last sit and write to you before the hussle and bustle of Cairo cloud my mind and invade Alberraao.
Last year saw a few important landmarks in my Xeperian journey of Becoming and Realization. Becoming in its most abstract sense as in my page on “Why Xeper”, and Realization in both senses; Realization of the Meaning of Reality, as well as Realization of my potential into Reality.

Around mid last year I attended a workshop in Lebanon about religious dialogue. I met many Real people there, which is something very rare these days. So rare in fact that I forgot to include this category of people in my typology of people; for, if I didn’t mention it before, I have a typology of people and life. In brief, it says that anything on earth is one of three categories: Land, Talking Land, and People. Please remind me to tell you more about it later.

Real People are just that; Real. They belong to a Real World that we cannot see in our hectic everyday life, and they look for it with intent. You are probably a Real Person yourself. In fact, this blog is designed to attract Real People and repel people who are not Real. I hope I was able to do both. Yesterday I unlinked this blog from my facebook profile for this reason. I discovered I wanted to reduce access of unReal people to allow me to write more freely to you. If I was to write it again, I would keep my name Xeper, because it describes me and why I write to you, but would probably change the name of the blog to something more like “Open Letter to Real People”, though probably I’d have to mention Egypt too in the title. But anyway, so Real People, as opposed to Illusionary People, are people who realize that the life we live in is illusionary, or mostly so.

How our world is illusion.  In many ways. I’ll give you my two main explanations, though you may check the Buddhist or other explanations. So here’s how I see it.

First explanation: Consider the things you Really want to do. This constitutes your Real life. Consider the time you spend doing this and compare it to things that physical, social, and other needs force you to do. Which are more? I recently joked with participants to a public lecture that our problems in time management come from the wrong belief that a day includes 24 hours while it only has one and a half hours (Cairo life, elsewhere even in Egypt probably 3 or 4); this is after you take away sleep time, commuting, and doing things youd rather not be doing now. I might be exaggerating, but you get the idea. Most of the time, though our wrist watch says we’re alive, we’re not Really alive. Most people dont realize it. Real People, however, do what they have to do during the day but realize this is not their Real life, and for that they seek an unseen Reality that surpasses the mundane necessities of earthly life. They feel the Reality of the Unseen aspects of Life more than the visible unReal aspects. Hence they may consider our earthly lives as unReal or illusionary, since we have the illusion of living 24 hours but in Reality we live only one or two hours every day. Two hours out of 24 makes our lives less than 10% Real, or in other words, more than 90% illusionary.

Second explanation comes from my meditation on my favorite piece of literature in 2008, the wonderful Chapter 10 of the recently-published novella “By Monet”, by Mary Mourad. In this chapter, Mary presents in parallel the technique-philosophy of impressionist painting and the many levels of worldly Awareness, thus explaining each using the other in a most beautiful, natural, and simple way. I will not ruin the book nor much more of this specific chapter by saying much more of it, so I will use this idea of many-levelled existence to ask you what are our ancestors to us? How do they affect us? Like dreams, at best, which we may cherish or believe or fear or enjoy, or even forget.. but nothing more. And how Real are our dreams? Just as Real as we want them to be. Otherwise just mere illusions. We too will be ancestors, and our forechildren will decide how Real we are for them. What kind of Real can be erased by another?? Hence our existence is illusionary to us, as far as permanence and persistence goes. And thedisbelieve the authentic Reality of impermanent existence. Let us call this the Forward Dream Rationale of the Illusionary State of Human Existence. (Hehehe, just to show those scholars of the year 2300 that we were very serious and therefore real, hehehe).

Then there is what you can call the Parallel Dream Rationale. How Real are we to the owners of our companies? To people in other places? To even those who supposedly represent us politically? How Real was my existence to you before you met me? What about now? Whether you like what youre reading or not at all, or will read it again later when you have time to think about it and maybe comment, I am more Real to you than I was before we first met. Even now, as you read those lines, I could have left this world, and would you notice? I am a dream to you. We are all dreams to each other. Floating islands in the river of life; together, yet separate. Your own internal organs are but theory to most of us. Dreams. Some live on the cellular plane, some on the organ, others (we) on the organism plane, yet others on the business plane, others on the country plane, etc. We should note here that size is not the main matter here, at least not always. There are companies and real estate projects larger in land area and population than some recognized countries, yet the attention, awareness, and actions of the huge business are mainly business-motivated business actions, while those of the tiny country are state affairs, no matter how tiny the state. Each lives on a different plane that is sometimes so irrelevant to the other’s interests that they may not be able to communicate at all in some issues; not due to diagreement, but to incomprehension, even though they may seem to agree. Those isolated from each other by an important difference in Nature of activity, Geography, Historical era, Size, to name a few, live on different planes, and to each other, they are only as remote, unimportant, and only occasionally Real as dreams.

And my last explanation of the illusionary state of our lives will be the Vertical Dream Rationale, which also stems from the fact and personal perception (in this order) that dreams are only as real as we consider them to be, and that there are higher levels of existence more Real than us, for which we are as real as dreams, or breaths of air, are for us. These are the metaphysical levels of existence. Beauty, Wisdom, Corruption, War, Peace, Harmony, and other abstract values are more real than we are in almost all definitions, and their forces and powers are more real to us than many physical things. How Real are we to them? Are they more Real to our Creator than we are? Many scriptures from Ancient Egypt to Islam describe our lives/spirits to be a breath of Soul from the Creator into matter. Is a breath more Real, persistent, meaningful, or memorable than a dream? This Vertical Dream Rationale links back to the Constituency Rationale, if you want, that was my first explanation: we are only Real when we do what we want and believe in, not the other things; so for one hour a day you can be a seeker of Wisdom and the rest of the day you follow other values. Your life is therefore only such and such % Real.

It is already 8 in the morning, and I have to catch some sleep then do many mundane things before I can come back to finish this introduction.

[To be continued… Next time God willing more on Imaan, Spirituality, Religion, Reality, Real People, and God]

Posted by: xeper | February 2, 2009

Fog

A high cloud hugging the humble earth,
Sharing the moist touch of the Sky,
Before going back there..

He was fog..

Posted by: xeper | October 22, 2008

Modern Egyptian Word Etymology – Clothes Items

The words below are used every day in today’s Standard Modern Egyptian describing clothes items. This is a work in progress. Please do not hesitate to suggest more words, and feel free to correct the definitions and/or etymologies below:

AMIIC – shirt, from Arabic QAMIIC

BAN6ALOON – pants, from French PANTALON

BARUUKA – wig, from French PERUQUE (what is Italian?)

BAVETTA – chest cover for babies, from French BAVETTE (or Italian?)

BLOOVAR – pull over, from English

BLUUZA – blouse, from English or French, or Italian

ESHARB – scraf, from French ÉCHARPE

GONELLA – skirt, Italian?

GAZMA – shoe, origin unknown

7EZAAM – belt, seemingly from Arabic

JIIBA – skirt, from French JUPE

KASKETTA – cap (head gear) from French CASQUETTE (or Italian?), of the same meaning

KARAVATTA – neck tie, from French CRAVATE

MINI – miniskirt, from French MINI-JUPE or other Western language

NADDAARA – eye glasses, from Arabic NAZhZhAARA of same meaning, from NAZhAR “vision”

NA3L – shoe sole, from Arabic NA3L, meaning “shoe”(?)

OSTEEK – a watch’s wrist band, origin unknown

PANTAKUUR – short pants, from French PANTACOURT

SAA3A – watch, from Arabic SAA3A, same meaning, originally meaning “hour”

SHARAAB – sock, origin unknown

SHORT – shorts, from English SHORTS

SORTETT – head band, from French SURTÊTE, literally meaning “over the head”

TRWAKAAR – short pants, from French TROIS-QUARTS, literally meaning “three quarters”

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