Writing this post while listening to Ibrahim Maalouf's Album Hashish -one of my favorite albums during my stay in Beirut- made me realize this: I have victimized myself. I did what I used to preach against. I lost myself for the sake of normality, custom and tradition.
I have accepted things I would not have normally accepted, I willingly underestimated everything I did, I was constantly nostalgic to a life far gone and patiently waiting for a life that might never come true. I lost track of myself and what I once said, "The problem of the Egyptian woman, is the Egyptian man!" Although, no generalizations intended, some Egyptian women and men are outstanding, the rule can be easily applied. However, let me add this, "The problem of the Egyptian woman is the other Egyptian woman and sometimes herself."
This blog in the upcoming days will hold so many stories about being home, like once upon a time when it used to hold so many stories about being far away from home. I apologize for this long sentence. I do not like to break down a sentence especially when it is one idea. I am back and in an updated version. Just like my new phone.
This is Aliaa El Zeiny 2.0. A bigger screen while maintaining a slim body to fit just right, accompanied by a sleek pen, simply amazing expression tools and power performance at its best. To new beginnings, with a new hair-cut, new wardrobe, new shoes and best of all, a new perspective on life and how to live it. "she is free to do what she wants, and free not to do it!"