العمر الأولانى. .

My favorite singer singing for secret garden and Josh Groban. .how amazing. .

You Raise Me Up (Egyptian Cover) - Ahmad A. El Ha…: http://youtu.be/atEQdw1PHyc

Life..

الصبح طفل برئ ومساه يبان تجاعيد

وفوق طريق الايام تجرى الحياه مشاوير

ونشوف ملامح الزمن متعاده فى المواليد

واحنا البشر كلنا اعمار ورق بيطير

دايره تدور بالبشر وياّ الزمان بتفوت

دمعه على اللى مضى و دمعة فرح بالجاى

يا حىّ طول مانت حىّ مسيره ييجى الدور

دى حكايه متكرّره من يوم ولادة الضىّ

الصبح طفل برئ ومساه يبان تجاعيد

وفوق طريق الايام تجرى الحياه مشاوير

ونشوف ملامح الزمن متعاده فى المواليد

واحنا البشر كلنا اعمار ورق بيطير

ياللىّ انت عايش حياه بص لها تلقاها

سبحة هنا و تنفرط بالعمر مانشوفهاش

ولا شئ يعطّر حياتنا يمد فى مداها

غير سيره عاشت لنا اكتر صاحبها ما عاش

Hal takblin 7asaballah.. baghlan??? :)

You 're watching a classic on TV and suddenly you are sitting on your old living room with your parents and the rest of your family and your mum is preparing dinner in the kitchen and you 're playing with your toys with your brother trying to memorize every word of the songs and your father is reading the paper and watching and laughing in the same time..
A7la ayam el3omr... I love my parents GRS and I love my childhood memories..God bless those innocent and lovely days..

Mama..

 

Every single minute that passed from Ramadan so far has been the hardest for me as it is my first since Mum's death.. i think i say : Allah yer7amik ya mama like a thousand time per day inside my head.. and in my head, i feel content for God's Almighty's fate and accepting her death..
in my heart i feel complete lost and helpless and like a little kid in dire need of the little simple things of Ramadan I used to do with and for my mum..and I miss her home and our gathering over one meal and I miss her meat balls she used to do for my kids and I miss her move in her house back and forth getting all she has in her fridge to my husband and i miss her urging me to bear with my kids as this is the years of tire as she used to put it..
I cry when folding the cloths and remembering her telling me how bad I am in folding them ..and I feel amazed on remembering how strong and on her feet she was, till her last breath..
I feel so proud of an exceptional, bright minded mum, God had gifted me with..I feel grateful seeing how my best friend still cries over her and urge me that we both go visit her after the feast ISA .. and I pray, hoping I did all that i could taking care of her till her last day..
I smile, hoping to be united with her and dad in paradise ISA and I wish to be able to finish reading the Holy Quran one more time in the last 10 days for her soul.. pray for me that I may ISA..
YARAB tkony radia 3any ya omy..

The Real Me..

Every one of us has two faces..or more..sa7 keda?? Or is it only me??

To my family.. I am hyper..crazy lunatic..nervous and complaining..

To my husband: kind, nervous bardo J , childish, passionate and too loud..

To my friends, great listener, great advisor, great company, great cook and crazy bardo J

To my kids..best mum ever, worst mum ever, playful, firm, childish and nagging and akid akid, crazy..

To my boss:  hard worker, talented, loud, stubborn and very very rash..

To my self ba2a…

Ana min fi kol dol??? I know I am not selfish , I am not shallow, I am not materialistic..

but boy…!!

 Iam too sensitive, too weeping, too deep in thoughts..

To my self, I am a dreamer, a book worm , a woman with a heart of a child, to my self, I am caring , much too caring, I am silent and I am quiet..

And to my self.. I enjoy reading more than anything in this world, the sea, the sofa, the wise quotas, romantic  feelings, motivational poems,  cats and dogs, fashionable ladies, good meals, cozy restaurants and friends’ gatherings..

Mab7besh 7ad yklmny after 10 pm.. I love the 2 hours I sit alone after every one is asleep..appreciate it awyyyy.. appreciate the Shhhhhhh..

I love to write more than the phone calls, I love the e-mails more than the meetings, I love the workshop going on in my mind 24/7..

To my self.. I am a woman who mourns her mum and dad and thinks of them every single day, who still have all her sleep dreams going in her grandma’s house, whom you can win her heart with a kind word or gesture..who enjoys a lovely song specially from school days, who gets happy if she can get a food can without messing the whole cupboard..who loves to write and wishes to be some one one day ( famous blogger w keda), who jumps out of joy if someone shared her status on facebook , who wishes to die w Rabna rady 3anha..

Crazy and wise, loud and quiet, nagging and caring..dreamy and emotional.. sensitive and simple..thats me..

Wouldn’t I just love it when people get to know the real me? Or more..wouldn’t I just love it if I make my husband think I am talented, family that I am caring, friends, that I am quiet and boss that I am …teftker ely teftkro..mesh mohim di..

I am 38, I wish to be more wise,, more smiling..more happy..less sensitive.. less emotional , and less rash..and much much much more closer to God Almighty..

I wish to be more in peace of mind, more organized and less spendthrift! 

I wish to be my kids best friend more than anything..

I wish to grow old with my husband..

I wish to leave a good memory after I die..

I will always be a child.. nothing made me grow from inside not even mum’s passing away..

I will always be caring.. nothing made me cold, not even being shocked by closed ones..

And I will always be a crazy lunatic or then, I wouldn’t be me.. the real me..

3awzin nakol Hum.. Hum ..Hum..

And here it comes! My husband prophecy, me and food..sooner than I expected ..that I can’t hide my fondness  of  a good meal..

So  hard to talk of food when u are on a diet. Well.. mesh diet awy..it is a “Life style” as my doctor puts it.. I have to change my life style to lessen my high cholesterol risks but how could I? when I just love to cook and mess things up in the kitchen..

I am a fabulous cook, no, really, may be you don’t believe me but it is true or so every one who ate my food tell me..

I am a big fan of Italian food, leih ba2a? aslo creamy w fatty w full of cheese and pasta!
 I love to cook, I love this feeling of being able to create a nice meal out of scratch, I love being able to know the ingredients of a dish in a  restaurant just by smelling it though my husband hates it when I do..

It is too hard for me to enjoy healthy food.. kelmat healthy aslaha bested elnafs..I enjoy a good meal that’s for sure,  I love to have my friends over for lunch or create them a great brunch..

I love having a 3ozouma and getting myself too exhausted and tired and cooking for 3 whole days before the big day , then looking back and telling my self : how was I able to cook all this?

I love it when my friends call basically every couple of days asking me for a recipe they ate at my place.. I love buying new colorful napkins or sheets, picking new skillets or a new grill, I love buying cooking books and I  must own more than 50  of them.

 From Julia child to Jamie oliver, from mastering the Art of the French cooking to Mediterranean street food. from Mexican cooking  to Turkish cooking, from Spanish to Indian, from Grandma’s best recipes to Egyptian food..

And isn’t it a bless when your husband tells you by the end of a meal : teslm eidk, elakl 7elw awy 

For sure all of you say by now what a chubby woman I must be, as my best friend tona mocks me when I complain a low budget:”7an3ish ezay min gheir cooking cream?”!!

For sure me and her shared lots of meals and laughs and disappointments..I love it when she comes at my kitchen door like a kitten asking: ha, 7anakol emta? Or tell me, I will make the salad bas 5alsy enty ba2a..

One of my favorite movies is Julie and Julia, a movie talking about a wife who has a very small kitchen ( just like me) and decides to make a blog challenging herself in cooking over 500 recipes in 365 days of Julia Child’s mastering French cooking.. (Julia child is the one who taught Americans how to cook)

The book, the movie and the idea inspired me a lot, she resembles me in a lot of ways.. she is a wife aspiring to be more than a wife.. she has a fascination about cooking and buying expensive ingredients no matter how broke she is.. We both have small kitchens which drives you crazy when you love to cook and bake and make a mess.. we both love to write and made a blog to express how we really feel..

One of my happiest moments when I get this craving to make a new recipe to surprise my little family and  decide  to try it that very moment.. having a cooking book in my hand and skimming the pages till my eyes are laid on “The One” and then running into the kitchen and start turning the dream into reality..

Another lovely moment when my kids share in this.. we set a table and we all wear kitchen aprons and we go.. it is a great moment when we spill flour every where or cover a cupcake with the most naïve icing color.. it is an amazing, endearing moment  when we laugh at our doings and can’t wait till we taste it, when my 3 year old son decides he wants a turtle out of the dough instead of making into heart or star shapes.. to hear them laugh and watch them trying to make a creative shape or color.. it is the best feeling ever.. the worst ba2a when I have to clean all this up J

It won’t be my last talk on food. But actually it isn’t on food, is it, it’s on cooking..a pleasure I feel every time I buy a new cooking book  and boy!  I do this a lot!!

Go3to sa7?? mesh men kalamy ..min elpic?  well, Bon apetit whatever you are eating.. no no..Bon Apetit whatever you are cooking..