mirrors! Have you ever asked yourself what a mirror is??
Bet your asking if I'm nuts or something. Who doesn't know what a mirror is? It's a piece of a flat special kind of glass that you can look at and see yourself. That's the definition everyone already knows. But have you looked at a mirror as an object that uncovers the truth? As purity and honesty?

Have you ever stood infront of a mirror and saw a reflection of a chair? of a dog? Has a mirror ever lied to you? decieved you?

One always heard that it's a sign of bad luck when someone breaks a mirror. No wonder! collect the mirror pieces and put them together again. And now, look at yourself. You never look the same again. This "fracture" pushed the mirror to be dishonest. To be a liar. I am sure that then it's right to say it's an indication of bad luck..

People are kinds of mirrors. One that makes you look like a giant. One that reflects you like nothing worth mentioning. One is really realistic and shows you the way you really are. And that depends on the mirror's material.

I want to be a mirror. Of course a unbroken realistic one. But because nothing is perfect, mirrors reflect things the other way around. That's why I'd rather be a RORRIM, so that when it's reflected on an honest mirror, it's the MIRROR.

That's me or...what I wish to be.

Thoughts streaming.

Today I have failed for the first time.
I was rejected in taking part in an upcoming event which happens to be abroad and which I was longing to go to.
I was simply rejected. Not because of my weak skills. Not because of my low qualifications, but simply because I'm from egypt. Simply because of "constraints" of accepting a participant from egypt.
I was shocked.
Not only for being turned down while I don't deserve it but also because it gave me a tiny hint of how the world looks at us, sees us, treats us. It gave me a hint on how hard it's going to be just to survive around here. We, egyptians,arabs, are not only repressed and controlled by our governments and the super powers, but also by the whole world. Even if some sympathy with us or pity us, the dominant feeling remains. "We sympathy with you but we don't want to have anything to do with you". We're disguied, guys. That's a fact.

I don't believe in impossibles. I don't mind being rejected. I don't mind failing. I don't mind if the whole world hates me. I don't mind if I'm from the so-called "third world".I don't mind being poor.
I don't mind.
I believe.
I'd stand up again.
But today I couldn't help the flood of feelings. A whole complex of anger, grief, determenation, power, repression, shame, pride.
I couldn't help it.
So I cried one tear.