Nasser Quotes

We will fight from house to house, from village to village. We will fight than live humiliated. We are building our country, our history, our future.

هكذا هي الحياة يجب على الجميع تعاطي الحب ، و إلا ابواب المصحات النفسيه تسع للملايين

She opened her sketchbook, carefully tore out several pages and handed them to Nasser--three detailed color sketches of three flowers. Leafing through the pages, he translated the message. A petunia: Your presence soothes me. A peppermint flower: warmth of feeling. And heartsease, the flower he'd given her so many times before. You occupy my thoughts. "I've been doing a lot of reading," Lee said quietly, setting her sketchbook aside. "You're not the only one who knows what flowers mean.

Nasser found himself imagining her, without wanting to: those large green eyes, and freckles, and sweet bow lips.

NASSER: In this damn country that we hate and love, you can get anything you want. It's all spread out and availble. That's why I believe in England. You just have to know how to squeeze the tits of the system.

Nasser found himself imagining her, without wanting to: those large green eyes, and freckles, and sweet boy lips.

Now it’s 1967. Nasser and the Arabs are saying to themselves: The Jews have beaten us in Round One and Round Two, but we will wipe them out for good in Round Three.

How is everything, Nadia," he said. "It's hot." I replied, smiling a little bit. "Never forget," Nasser said, teasing me. "It's very hot, Nasser, it's very hot.

I have given instructions that I be informed every time one of our soldiers is killed, even if it is in the middle of the night. When President Nasser leaves instructions that he is to be awakened in the middle of the night if an Egyptian soldier is killed, there will be peace.

Harold Macmillan, then Chancellor of the Exchequer, told Ambassador Robert Murphy, a Dulles emissary, that, if Great Britain did not confront Nasser now, “Britain would become another Netherlands.

But not all Gaza residents were committed to the war. A reporter asked one of the Arabs what he most wanted. He was a taxi driver, father of ten. All he wanted was 'to eat and to work.' What did he think of Nasser? 'Nasser is good, Israel is good, America is good, Britain is good, Canada is good, India is good, Anything is good.

The flower is here, so let's dance here.

تكون المرأه فاتنه عندما لا تعرف شيئاً عن جمالها .

Not one of our political spokespeople—the same is true of the Arabs since Abdel Nasser’s time—ever speaks with self-respect and dignity of what we are, what we want, what we have done, and where we want to go. In the 1956 Suez War, the French colonial war against Algeria, the Israeli wars of occupation and dispossession, and the campaign against Iraq, a war whose stated purpose was to topple a specific regime but whose real goal was the devastation of the most powerful Arab country. And just as the French, British, Israeli, and American campaign against Gamal Abdel Nasser was designed to bring down a force that openly stated as its ambition the unification of the Arabs into a very powerful independent political force.

October twenty-second..." Lee read, trailing off as she reached the year. Her insides went cold. She whirled around, her voice quavering. "What is this? Don't screw with me!" "What is it?" Nasser asked? "The date is wrong." He knew it, of course. He had to know. "How wrong?" "Seven years wrong!" Lee shrieked. "What is this? Where am I?" Nasser opened his mouth, but all that came out was a series of stammers. Filo glared at him, then turned to Lee. "You want to know what's happening?" "Yes," Lee sobbed, nodding feebly. "Please." "Okay," Filo offered. "What do you know about faeries?

Nasser Hussain, whose fondness for jargon – any ball that is missing leg stump, for instance, is “just going down” – makes no concession to the non-expert audience, possibly because such a thing no longer exists. New to the box, Sourav Ganguly was a real find, speaking only when there was something to say, then making sure it was something worth saying.

يَحدث أن تغيب الشمس ولكن ثمّة شروق آخر

If you touch someone's skin and you find it soft, well guess what ; the snake has soft skin too.

I like Nasser. He’s creepy, but he seems sensible. For a vampire.

Say,' Uzi pressed on, 'is it true that when you people go out on a job they promise you seventy nymphomaniac virgins in Kingdom Come? All for you, Solico?' 'Sure, they promise,' Nassar said, 'and look what it got me. Lukewarm vodka.' 'So you're just a sucker in the end, eh, ya Nasser,' Uzi gloated. 'Sure thing,' Nasser nodded. 'And you, what did they promise you?

„The holy march on which the Arab nation insists, will carry us forward from one victory to another … the flag of freedom which flies over Baghdad today will fly over Amman and Riyadh. Yes, the flag of freedom which flies over Cairo, Damascus, and Baghdad today will fly over the rest of the Middle East

Out of this unstable mix of technocracy and national security you have a nostalgia developing for colonialism or religion—atavistic in my opinion, but some people want them back. Sadat is the great example of that: he threw out the Russians, as well as everything else that represented Abdel Nasser, ascendant nationalism, and so forth—and said, “Let the Americans come.” Then you have a new period of what in Arabic is called an infitah—in other words, an opening of the country to a new imperialism: technocratic management, not production but services—tourism, hotels, banking, etc. That’s where we are right now.

Nasser was dead. Israel’s military superiority had effectively neutralized any Syrian threat. Pan-Arabism was a thing of the past. Yet once again, Israel found itself arrayed against another enemy sworn to its destruction.

PAPA: This damn country has done us in. That's why I'm like this. We should be there. Home. NASSER: But that country has been sodomized by religion. It is beginning to interfere with the making of money. Compared with everywhere, it is a little heaven here.

In summing up the affair in his memoirs, president Eisenhower seemed to settle upon one rationale in particular, and this is probably the closest to the truth of the matter. This was to put the world—and specifically the Soviet Union and Nasser—on notice that the United States had virtually unlimited power, that this power could be transported to any corner of the world with great speed, that it could and would be used to deal decisively with any situation with which the United States was dissatisfied, for whatever reason.

In 1951, the political philosopher Leo Strauss coined the term reductio ad Hitlerum to describe the often misleading comparison of an opponent’s views or behavior to those of Adolf Hitler or the Nazi Party. The reductio ad Hitlerum, applied to Nasser, became a trope of British and French political language in the summer of 1956.

President Gamal Abdel Nasser was aware when he closed the Gulf of Aqaba and drove out the U.N. peacekeeping force that Israel had no choice but to fight. Nasser not only threatened the very existence of Israel but defied the governments of France, Great Britain, and the United States, which had pledged themselves to keep Aqaba open.

The only chance of a rupture is if Mubarak decides to push Gamal toward the presidency despite objections put forward by the military. The reason the military may object is that Gamal, unlike Nasser, Al-Sadat, and Mubarak himself, is not from within their own military ranks. Some point to the possibility of a military coup in such circumstances.

I lived through beautiful times, Busayna. It was a different age. Cairo was like Europe. It was clean and smart and the people were well mannered and respectable and everyone knew his place exactly. I was different too. I had my station in life, my money, all my friends were of a certain niveau, I had my special places where I would spend the evening—the Automobile Club, the Club Muhammad Ali, the Gezira Club. What times! Every night was filled with laughter and parties and drinking and singing. There were lots of foreigners in Cairo. Most of the people living downtown were foreigners, until Abd el Nasser threw them out in 1956.” “Why did he throw them out?” “He threw the Jews out first, then the rest of the foreigners got scared and left. By the way, what’s your opinion of Abd el Nasser?” “I was born after he died. I don’t know. Some people say he was a hero and others say he was a criminal.” “Abd el Nasser was the worst ruler in the whole history of Egypt. He ruined the country and brought us defeat and poverty. The damage he did to the Egyptian character will take years to repair. Abd el Nasser taught the Egyptians to be cowards, opportunists, and hypocrites.” “So why do people love him?” “Who says people love him?” “Lots of people that I know love him.” “Anyone who loves Abd el Nasser is either an ignoramus or did well out of him. The Free Officers were a bunch of kids from the dregs of society, destitutes and sons of destitutes. Nahhas Basha was a good man and he cared about the poor. He allowed them to join the Military College and the result was that they made the coup of 1952. They ruled Egypt and they robbed it and looted it and made millions. Of course they have to love Abd el Nasser; he was the boss of their gang.

but things aren’t real in the South if we don’t say them out loud.

خُلِقَ الانسان، ليزيد الطينَ بلة!

Awareness of your weakness is the first step for correction

إنَّ الذي يشكو إليكَ مُصابهُ، وأتاكَ يبكي لاذَ تحتَ حماكَ „ خُذهُ إليكَ وضُمَهُ، فهو الذي، ما اختارَ من هذي الجُموعُ سواكَ „

فيه حاجات علشان مضمونة فَ بننسى إنها موجودة فيه حاجات علشان قُدامنا فَ عينينا مابتشوفهاش دايما بنحس بقيمة الشئ لو راح وماجاش مصطفى ناصر ... غير كل اللى فات ...

Photography is not only an art, it is an international language that everybody understands.

Every day, I remind myself to take the long view of all this. The current madness will have to end, eventually, I'll simply need to outlast it, rather than allowing it to weaken me.

Nasser turned to me, a serious expression on his face. “Nadia, you’re with Sabah now, and you’ll be going to join the rest of your family. There’s no need for me to come. But I need to ask you something. Do you feel safe? If you are scared at all that something is going to happen to you or that they will do anything to you because you were a sabiyya, I’ll stay with you.

The ultimate source of power, here as in the whole course of Arab history, is the personality of the commander. Through him, whether he be an Abbasid Khalif or an Amir of Nejd, the political entity holds, and with his disappearance it breaks.” The echo of her words would ring throughout the region for the rest of the century, in men like Gamal Abdel Nasser, Yasser Arafat and Saddam Hussein.

The word for “revolution” in German is Umwälzung. What it means is a complete overturn—a complete change. The overthrow of King Farouk in Egypt and the succession of President Nasser is an example of a true revolution. It means the destroying of an old system, and its replacement with a new system. Another example is the Algerian revolution, led by Ben Bella; they threw out the French who had been there over 100 years. So how does anybody sound talking about the Negro in America waging some “revolution”? Yes, he is condemning a system—but he’s not trying to overturn the system, or to destroy it. The Negro’s so-called “revolt” is merely an asking to be accepted into the existing system! A true Negro revolt might entail, for instance, fighting for separate black states within this country—which several groups and individuals have advocated, long before Elijah Muhammad came along.

And believe me, Derek, Chip Carter is not the kind of guy anyone could overlook. Those freshman girls he exposed himself to are going to need a lot of counseling in their relationships if they expect their future husbands to be Chip Carter-sized, if you catch my drift.

Nasser didn’t want them resettled; he kept them rotting in refugee camps and used them against Israel. The British did not create the Arab-Jewish conflict, though they may have aggravated it. If the Arab states did not deliberately exploit the Palestinians for political purposes, then the kindest interpretation of their conduct is that they were utterly incompetent. It is true that Israel might have done more for the refugees, over the years. The efforts made to indemnify those who had lost their lands and homes were far from adequate.

The religious scholar and Muslim Brotherhood ideologist Sayyid Qutb articulated perhaps the most learned and influential version of this view. In 1964, while imprisoned on charges of participating in a plot to assassinate Egyptian President Nasser, Qutb wrote Milestones, a declaration of war against the existing world order that became a foundational text of modern Islamism. In Qutb’s view, Islam was a universal system offering the only true form of freedom: freedom from governance by other men, man-made doctrines, or “low associations based on race and color, language and country, regional and national interests” (that is, all other modern forms of governance and loyalty and some of the building blocks of Westphalian order). Islam’s modern mission, in Qutb’s view, was to overthrow them all and replace them with what he took to be a literal, eventually global implementation of the Quran. The culmination of this process would be “the achievement of the freedom of man on earth—of all mankind throughout the earth.” This would complete the process begun by the initial wave of Islamic expansion in the seventh and eighth centuries, “which is then to be carried throughout the earth to the whole of mankind, as the object of this religion is all humanity and its sphere of action is the whole earth.” Like all utopian projects, this one would require extreme measures to implement. These Qutb assigned to an ideologically pure vanguard, who would reject the governments and societies prevailing in the region—all of which Qutb branded “unIslamic and illegal”—and seize the initiative in bringing about the new order.

For three days and two nights I drift up the Nile along Lake Nasser. The sunrises and sunsets are so extraordinarily beautiful that my body turns inside out and empties my heart into the sky. The stars are close enough to grasp. Lying on the roof of the ferry at night, I begin at last to know the constellations, and start a personal relationship with that particular little cluster of jewels called the Pleiades, which nestles in the sky not far from Orion's belt and sword. Really, those stars, when they come that close, you have to take them seriously.

Jamie popped a handful of Skittles into his bottle of Grolsch. He took a swig and savoured the tangy sweets shrinking in his mouth. He glanced up at the pictures on the pub wall: Alexander Graham Bell, Busby the bird and Sam Spade. The picture of Bogart made Jamie want to put a fag in his mouth

NASSER: (about OMAR): Haven't you trained him up to look after you, like I have done with my girls? PAPA: He brushes the dust from one place to another. He squeezes shirts and heats soup. But that hardly stretches him. Though his food stretches me. It's only for a few months, yaar. I'll send him to college in the autumn. NASSER: (VO) He failed once. He has this chronic laziness that runs in our family except for me. PAPA: If his arse gets lazy - kick it. I'll send a certificate giving permission. And one more thing. Try and fix him up with a nice girl. I'm not sure if his penis is in full working order.

The violent secularism of al-Nasser had led Qutb to espouse a form of Islam that distorted both the message of the Quran and the Prophet’s life. Qutb told Muslims to model themselves on Muhammad: to separate themselves from mainstream society (as Muhammad had made the hijrah from Mecca to Medina), and then engage in a violent jihad. But Muhammad had in fact finally achieved victory by an ingenious policy of non-violence; the Quran adamantly opposed force and coercion in religious matters, and its vision—far from preaching exclusion and separation—was tolerant and inclusive. Qutb insisted that the Quranic injunction to toleration could occur only after the political victory of Islam and the establishment of a true Muslim state. The new intransigence sprang from the profound fear that is at the core of fundamentalist religion. Qutb did not survive. At al-Nasser’s personal insistence, he was executed in 1966. Every Sunni fundamentalist movement has been influenced by Qutb. Most spectacularly it has inspired Muslims to assassinate such leaders as Anwar al-Sadat, denounced as a jahili ruler because of his oppressive policies towards his own people. The Taliban, who came to power in Afghanistan in 1994, are also affected by his ideology.

Where are the faces that somehow imprinted their features on your memory for ever, and the faces whose details have been erased and whose ghostly passage across the screen of your memory keeps you awake at night? Where are the smells that mysteriously preserve the images and feelings you secretly treasure? Where are the pavements, the cold, life when it became just a lucky coincidence, the skies as low as a wall of grey, the long sleepless nights, the cough, the stubborn hopes, the dancing lights of return?

Al-Zawahiri, the son of an upper middle-class family who had grown up in Al-Maadi, an affluent Cairene suburb, joined the Muslim Brotherhood at the age of fifteen right after the 1967 defeat. He quickly moved from the Brotherhood's ordinary ranks to join (and create) independent, highly radicalized cells. Though he had no links to the murder of Sadat, he was imprisoned in the major incarceration waves that followed the crime, and was sentenced to three years. Having served his prison sentence, he emigrated to Saudi Arabia, then soon afterwards to Afghanistan to join in the fight against the Soviets. It was during that time that he met Dr Abdullah Azzam, the Palestinian godfather of many militant Islamic groups and the founder of the Jihad Service Bureau, the vehicle that helped recruit thousands of Arabs to the Afghanistan War. Al-Zawahiri became a close friend and confidant of Azzam. After the Soviets' withdrawal from Afghanistan, he returned to Egypt where he became the effective leader of the Al-Jihad group. In 1992, Dr Al-Zawahiri joined his old Arab Afghan colleague, the Saudi multi-millionaire Osama bin Laden, in Sudan, and from there he continued to lead Al-Jihad, until its merger with Al-Qaeda in 1998. Dr Al-Zawahiri presented his thinking and rationale for ‘jihad by all means’ in his book Knights under the Prophet's Banner.38

Unattractive, like a selfish woman. Ugly, like an ambitious one. Like one who chose to punish a good man for not being the right man, who left because staying was too boring, too painful, too hard. Like a woman who had to be a weapon because she couldn’t be anything else. thing, for one chance— Parisa tousled her hair, switching her part from one side to the other. She didn’t have a bad side. —but I’m done being grateful! I’m done trying to make myself suitable for this family, for this God, for this life. I’m done being small, I’ve outgrown the person who needed you to save her, I don’t even know who she is anymore— She pouted at the mirror and started again, pinching her cheeks to see the color come and go. —and I want more, so much more— Lip balm. Mascara. Lips softer, eyes wider, be something different, something else. —I just want to live, Nas! Just let me live! What was the point of reliving the past? She was hunting her invisible nemeses, grappling for power, finding new methods of control. She should be busy, too busy being the most dangerous person in this or any world to think about why she’d been such an easy target for Atlas Blakely, a man in need of weapons just to make a universe that he could stand. But now— Now she was thinking about Nasser, as if it mattered at all what kind of person she’d been over a decade ago. Just an hour of your time, now and then. That’s all I ask. I know, I know, I’m asking a lot more from you inside my head, but that’s not fair—doesn’t it matter what I choose to put in front of you? Someday maybe you’ll understand that there’s a difference between what a person thinks and who they choose to be— A glint caught her eye from her reflection. A brief, unnatural sparkle in the placid lake of her appearance, the consistency of her beauty, the easy grace she always wore. She leaned forward, forgetting her internal monologue, letting it collapse. Someday the view will be different, eshgh, and I hope you see me in a softer light— “Parisa?” Dalton leaned against the frame of the bathroom door. In his left hand was one of her dresses. In his right hand was her phone. “I don’t care if you want to see your husband. Sorry—Nasser. If you want me to call him that, I will. I suppose you’re right, anyway, you’ll need to see him, because if the Society could find evidence of him in your past then the Forum surely can as well, and so can Atlas. And so can anyone else who wants you dead.” Another pause as Dalton set her phone back on the bathroom counter. “I replied to the physicist for you as well. I think you’ll need to find out what he plans to do about the archives, or at least keep track of what Atlas is doing at the house. Atlas is going to win over both the physicists unless you can convince one of them to do it differently. “What is it?” Dalton asked, frowning at her silence. His gaze traced the placement of her fingers, which had been parsing the thickness of her hair. “I—” Parisa was caught somewhere between laughing and crying. “I found a gray hair.” “So?” Laughter, definitely laughter. It escaped her in something of a rueful bray. Unattractive, like a selfish woman. Ugly, like an ambitious one. Like one who chose to punish a good man for not being the right man, who left because staying was too boring, too painful, too hard. Like a woman who had to be a weapon because she couldn’t be anything else. “Nothing.” Only the future loss of her desirability, the collapse of her personhood. The first glimpse of an empire steadily falling to unseen ruin. The fate she already knew was coming, the punishment she’d always known she deserved. What timing!

Nasser taught the Egyptians to be cowards, opportunists, and hypocrites.

Back in Egypt, Nasser, like a petty village leader, promoted his cronies according to their personal loyalty rather than on their merits. Abdel Hakim Amer is the most infamous example. Made Egypt's chief of staff and subsequently Nasser's first vice president, Amer proved incompetent beyond measure. Nasser got rid of him only after his military advice, based on fanciful speculation and an eternal eagerness to please his old friend rather than risk offending him by bringing home ugly truths, led Egypt to defeat in 1967.

After that fateful day of July 23, 1952, the "Paris Along the Nile," as Cairo was lovingly renamed by the foreigners who flocked to the city and helped to design, build, and run it during the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, was cast into the proverbial dustbin of history. Quarrels rather than friendships between Egyptians and foreigners became the order of the day. Indeed, the foreigners' property was confiscated. Along with the aristocracy itself, they eventually either chose to leave or, after the 1956 Suez War, were forced to flee. Symbolic of Nasser's rank xenophobia was his expulsion of half of Egypt's Jews, endlessly linked in the regime propaganda machine with the recently created state of Israel. This was one of a number of witch hunts Nasser used (another targeting the Muslim Brotherhood) to deflect attention from his own shortcomings, especially in the area of foreign policy.

The memory of that first moment will forever remain in my mind, her beautiful green eyes staring out into the fields, her soft lips barely apart as her voice came in a whisper through them.

These days, silence was his new best friend,

As just one example, Great Britain had supported the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt as far back as 1928, as it identified it as “an anti-nationalist and anti-liberal vehicle” to be used against the prodemocracy forces in that country. It continued to back the Brotherhood against the government of Gamal Abdel Nasser, a secularist who had the audacity “to abolish the monarchy and establish a republic.”3 And indeed, just around the same time it was trying to overthrow Mossadegh in Iran, Britain was trying to assassinate Nasser, who represented the distinct danger of spreading secular democracy throughout the Arab world.4 As for Iran, when its revolution came in 1979, it was led by the Islamic leaders of that country more than the Left, which the United States had made sure was suppressed and crushed throughout the reign of the Shah, and even later as we will see. In other words, it was the United States’ own policies that made a revolution, and specifically an Islamic revolution, both possible and probable.

الضجيج الذي يدوّي في الأعماق يمجّده القلب ‬ ‫نسمعه ونحدّثه بالهذيان! . ⁧‫

‫يَدفعُني اللّيل للغَرق بحثاً عَن رَشفَة أُخرى!. ‬

He, on the other hand, couldn’t have felt any worse, exhausted and drained; fighting his demons both during his sleep and while he was awake.

يَحدث أن تَغيب الشمس ولكن ثمّة شروق آخر

Come back here!” Janet screamed. “You spineless piece of crap!

It happens that the sun is absent but there is another sunrise !.

The ayatollah set up headquarters at a school in central Tehran and demanded formation of an Islamic state. This action would make him the top religious leader and the head of state as well.

He had to squeeze his eyes shut against the vertigo, careful not to keep them closed for too long lest the nightmares he had been experiencing found their way into the waking world.

It was not the first time he had woken up like this, and according to his doctors, he was going to experience more of the same for a very long time.

He could feel his heartbeat slow, and he knew that in a few more minutes, the effects of the pills would quickly kick in.

As he had parked in the driveway, he had taken in the two- story Colonial with a deep sense of nostalgia that had had him aching for a time when the world had made a lot more sense.

I want my Allison. That is all I ask. I do not believe I ask for much.

Bashir walked toward a glass cabinet in the dining room. Dalia followed Bashir, and the two stood looking through the glass. "Look at the cabinet and tell me what you see," Bashir said. "Is this a test?" "It is a test. Please tell me what you see in the cabinet." Books, vases, a picture of Abdel Nasser. Maybe some things hiding behind. And a lemon." "You won," Bashir said. "Do you remember the lemon?" "What about it? Is there a story?" "Do you remember when me and my brother came to visit?...Yes? Do you remember that Kamel asked you for something as we left? And do you remember what you gave him as a gift?" Dalia was silent for a moment, Bashir would recall. "Oh, my God. It's one of those lemons from that visit. But why did you keep it? It has been almost four months now." They walked from the cabinet and took their seats in the living room. "To us, this lemon is more than fruit, Dalia," Bashir said slowly. "It is land and history. It is the window that we open to look at our history. A few days after we brought the lemons home, it was night, and I heard a movement in the house. I was asleep. I got up, and I was listening. We were so nervous when the occupation started. Even the movement of trees used to wake us. And left us worried. I heard the noise and I got up. The noise was coming from this room right here. Do you know what I saw? My father, who is nearly blind." "Yes," said Dalia. She was listening intently. "Dalia, I saw him holding the lemon with both hands. And he was pacing back and forth in the room, and the tears were running down his cheeks.

Tacked onto each girl’s name is the name of her father and her father’s father, and the family or tribal name, so Hessa becomes Hessa Salem Farhan Al-Nasser.

The main problem, according to Nasser al-Sarami, Head of Media at alArabiya TV channel, lies with “traditional attitudes” and an “inability to address the demands of modern times and younger generations and to become open to new ideas instead of resorting to repression and blaming freedom of expression for atheism”:

CASA DELFÍN Ana Dakkar, monitora Lee-Ann Best Virgil Esparza Halimah Nasser Jack Wu CASA TIBURÓN Gemini Twain, monitor Dru Cardenas Cooper Dunne Kiya Jensen Eloise McManus CASA CEFALÓPODO Tia Romero, monitora Robbie Barr Nelinha da Silva Meadow Newman Kay Ramsay CASA ORCA Franklin Couch, monitor Ester Harding Linzi Huang Rhys Morrow Brigid Salter

أتمنى أن يرجع ذاك الزمان في هذا الزمان.

الله على أيام البساطة

Oh God, how I miss the days of simplicity.

Between the lines of this story, you will be taken to the time of simple life, simple people, & the life of beautiful memories.

ياليت الزمان يعود، وسوالف الربح في غراش الكولا وغيرها. نتم نجرب ونشرب وما في فايدة. يالله يالله لو نربح غرشة مجانية! واللي حظه قوي بعد استهلاك صندووق كامل من الكولا يحصل فانية أو كرة عليها شعار الكولا، وهذا فعلاً كان يعتبر كنز بالنسبة لنا.

I wish the old days, come back these days.

بين سطور هذه القصة، سوف نرجعكم إلى زمن الحياة البسيطة، زمن الطيبين، وحياة الذكريات الجميلة.

Israeli journalist Ronen Bergman, who watched a live television broadcast of an official ceremony in Egypt, saw President Hosni Mubarak warmly shaking the hand of Marwan, who accompanied him in laying a wreath on Nasser’s tomb. After

En mayo de 1967 el presidente egipcio Gamal Abdel Nasser, un desequilibrado mental que hizo de la guerra antijudía el eje de sus discursos, bloqueó a Israel por el sur y por el oeste, declaró que en una semana se encontraría en Tel Aviv con su par sirio y embarcó tanto a Jordania como a Siria en la aventura que se refleja en este mapa. Nasser también llevó a la conflagración a Irak y al Líbano, que pusieron a sus ejércitos en pie de guerra y anunciaron que tirarían a todos los judíos al mar, dada la pública operación de pinzas que ventilaban por la prensa y debido a que se habían preparado toda la vida para ese momento. ¿Qué hace Israel? Nada, se banca en silencio la preparación de la ofensiva del enemigo. Conoce de antemano sus planes de acción y el momento exacto en que desde los aeropuertos egipcios saldrán los ataques para destruirlo. Entonces, a las 0745 de la mañana del 5 de junio de 1967 lanza sus 207 cazas de combate y aniquila al 80% de la fuerza aérea egipcia en tierra, con sus aviones fuera de los hangares listos para despegar contra Israel. En los días siguientes hace lo propio con Siria y Jordania. Neutralizado el enemigo árabe en sus fuerzas aéreas (todas soviéticas, destruidas casi por completo), comienza al toque el operativo de demolición terrestre de los blindados egipcios en la península del Sinaí y en la meseta del Golán en el frente sirio. Los árabes pierden 3.300 tanques y 650 aviones; las pérdidas de Israel son menores a la quinceava parte de esas cifras.

رواية مرايا الرّوح لــ: محمود حرشاني *** أهداني الإعلاميّ الكبير محمود حرشاني إصدارا جديدا له يتمثّل في نصّ روائيّ يحمل عنوان - مرايا الرّوح – وهذا الإصدار هو واحد في سلسلة من العناوين الّتي نشرها محمود الحرشاني على مدى سنوات طويلة من ممارسة الثّقافة والإعلام والأدب جعلت منه أحد أقطاب الإعلام الجهويّ وكذلك على صعيد الوطن والعالم العربيّ. مرايا الرّوح رحلة في زمن مضى اتّسم بالصّراع المرير في دنيا الفكر والصحافة وهو صراع فيه الكثير من الإحباطات والنّجاحات لكنّه اتّسم بالإصرار على الإبداع والتحدّي والمواجهة فكان التميّز على كلّ الأصعدة بشهادة الجميع. شكرا للأستاذ محمود الحرشاني على هذه الهديّة الثّمينة. #عبد_القادر_بن_الحاج_نصر #مكتبة

كي تكتب عليك أن تتكلم أولا ! . سأتكلم ولن يخرسني شيء الا الموت والموت أيضا لن يسكت الا صوتي لن يسكت كلامي . لاتهتم لمايقوله الآخرين ولاتلتفت للماضي ، كي لاتسقط فعندما تسقط لن يفعلوا شيئا سوی النظر إليك . ابتسم ولو في أصعب الأوقات لاتكشف انكسارك حيث يفرح البعض في ضعفك ‏بالكتابة نجبر أنفسنا ، وقد نجبر أحدا أيضا دون أن نعلم ... ‏لاتسطر وقتك بالانتظار، يسكنك الياس والانكسار وتغمرك العزلة والغربة العزلة عندما تفقد شيء بداخلك وتراه بالآخرين والغربة أن تفقد نفسك . ‏من يتعرض لشتئ الجروح تجده بلسما للجميع ‏لانعيش الأشياء الا حين تغادرنا . أبسط الأشياء باتت تكسرنا هذه الأيام . ‏نتذكر دائما الرحيل ، وأن كل هذه الدنيا زائلة ، وما انتهی الخداع ويبدأ مانريد . أستلقي بقلب من أصادف في الطريق ، من ثم أنهض قويا مستعدا له ، وأغلق النوافذ داخلي ! ناصر سعد

the task before Muslim youth today is to reclaim the concept of gihad and bring it back to the minds and hearts of the Muslims. It is precisely this that terrifies America and Israel and with them our traitorous rulers. They tremble in fear at the great Islamic Awakening that gains greater momentum and whose power becomes more exigent in our country day by day. A handful of warriors from Hizbollah and Hamas were able to defeat Almighty America and Invincible Israel, while Abd el Nasser’s

كي تكتب عليك أن تتكلم أولا ! . سأتكلم ولن يخرسني شيء الا الموت والموت أيضا لن يسكت الا صوتي لن يسكت كلامي . لاتهتم لمايقوله الآخرين ولاتلتفت للماضي ، كي لاتسقط فعندما تسقط لن يفعلوا شيئا سوی النظر إليك . ابتسم ولو في أصعب الأوقات لاتكشف انكسارك حيث يفرح البعض في ضعفك ‏بالكتابة نجبر أنفسنا ، وقد نجبر أحدا أيضا دون أن نعلم ... ‏لاتسطر وقتك بالانتظار، يسكنك الياس والانكسار وتغمرك العزلة والغربة العزلة عندما تفقد شيء بداخلك وتراه بالآخرين والغربة أن تفقد نفسك. ‏من يتعرض لشتئ الجروح تجده بلسما للجميع ‏لانعيش الأشياء الا حين تغادرنا . أبسط الأشياء باتت تكسرنا هذه الأيام . ‏نتذكر دائما الرحيل ، وأن كل هذه الدنيا زائلة ، وما انتهی الخداع ويبدأ مانريد . أستلقي بقلب من أصادف في الطريق ، من ثم أنهض قويا مستعدا له ، وأغلق النوافذ داخلي ! ناصر سعد

كي تكتب عليك أن تتكلم أولا ! . سأتكلم ولن يخرسني شيء الا الموت والموت أيضا لن يسكت الا صوتي لن يسكت كلامي . لاتهتم لمايقوله الآخرين ولاتلتفت للماضي ، كي لاتسقط فعندما تسقط لن يفعلوا شيئا سوی النظر إليك ابتسم ولو في أصعب الأوقات لاتكشف انكسارك حيث يفرح البعض في ضعفك ‏بالكتابة نجبر أنفسنا ، وقد نجبر أحدا أيضا دون أن نعلم ... ‏لاتسطر وقتك بالانتظار، يسكنك الياس والانكسار وتغمرك العزلة والغربة العزلة عندما تفقد شيء بداخلك وتراه بالآخرين والغربة أن تفقد نفسك .الأشياء الجميلة تغيب لاتموت كالشمس تغيب لتشرق في مكان آخر ‏من يتعرض لشتئ الجروح تجده بلسما للجميع ‏لانعيش الأشياء الا حين تغادرنا . أبسط الأشياء باتت تكسرنا هذه الأيام . ‏نتذكر دائما الرحيل ، وأن كل هذه الدنيا زائلة ، وما انتهی الخداع ويبدأ مانريد . أستلقي بقلب من أصادف في الطريق ، من ثم أنهض قويا مستعدا له ، وأغلق النوافذ داخلي ! ناصر سعد

كي تكتب عليك أن تتكلم أولا ! ولدت لأتكلم ولن يخرسني شيء الا الموت والموت أيضا لن يسكت الا صوتي لن يسكت كلامي . لاتهتم لمايقوله الآخرين ولاتلتفت للماضي ، كي لاتسقط فعندما تسقط لم لن يفعلوا شيئا سوی النظر إليك . إبتسم ولو في أصعب الأوقات لاتكشف انكسارك حيث يفرح البعض في ضعفك . ‏​​​‏​‏​‏​ ناصر ‏​سعد

كي تكتب عليك أن تتكلم أولا ! . سأتكلم ولن يخرسني شيء الا الموت والموت أيضا لن يسكت الا صوتي لن يسكت كلامي . لاتهتم لمايقوله الآخرين ولاتلتفت للماضي ، كي لاتسقط فعندما تسقط لم لن يفعلوا شيئا سوی النظر إليك . وابتسم ولو في أصعب الأوقات لاتكشف انكسارك حيث يفرح البعض في ضعفك . ‏بالكتابة نجبر أنفسنا ، وقد نجبر أحدا أيضا دون أن نعلم ... ‏لاتسطر وقتك بالانتظار، يسكنك الياس والانكسار وتغمرك العزلة والغربة العزلة عندما تفقد شيء بداخلك وتراه بالآخرين والغربة أن تفقد نفسك . ‏من يتعرض لشتئ الجروح تجده بلسما للجميع ‏لانعيش الأشياء الا حين تغادرنا . أبسط الأشياء باتت تكسرنا هذه الأيام . ‏نتذكر دائما الرحيل ، وأن كل هذه الدنيا زائلة ، وما انتهی الخداع ويبدأ مانريد . أستلقي بقلب من أصادف في الطريق ، من ثم أنهض قويا مستعدا له ، وأغلق النوافذ داخلي ! ناصر سعد

كي تكتب عليك أن تتكلم أولا ! . سأتكلم ولن يخرسني شيء الا الموت والموت أيضا لن يسكت الا صوتي لن يسكت كلامي . لاتهتم لمايقوله الآخرين ولاتلتفت للماضي ، كي لاتسقط فعندما تسقط لم لن يفعلوا شيئا سوی النظر إليك . وابتسم ولو في أصعب الأوقات لاتكشف انكسارك حيث يفرح البعض في ضعفك . ‏بالكتابة نجبر أنفسنا ، وقد نجبر أحدا أيضا دون أن نعلم ... ‏لاتسطر وقتك بالانتظار، يسكنك الياس والانكسار وتغمرك العزلة والغربة العزلة عندما تفقد شيء بداخلك وتراه بالآخرين والغربة أن تفقد نفسك . ‏من يتعرض لشتئ الجروح تجده بلسما للجميع ‏لانعيش الأشياء الا حين تغادرنا . أبسط الأشياء باتت تكسرنا هذه الأيام . ‏نتذكر دائما الرحيل ، وأن كل هذه الدنيا زائلة ، وما انتهی الخداع ويبدأ مانريد . أستلقي بقلب من أصادف في الطريق ، من ثم أنهض قويا مستعدا له ، وأغلق النوافذ داخلي ! ناصر سعد

كي تكتب عليك أن تتكلم أولا ! . سأتكلم ولن يخرسني شيء الا الموت والموت أيضا لن يسكت الا صوتي لن يسكت كلامي . لاتهتم لمايقوله الآخرين ولاتلتفت للماضي ، كي لاتسقط فعندما تسقط لن يفعلوا شيئا سوی النظر إليك ابتسم ولو في أصعب الأوقات لاتكشف انكسارك حيث يفرح البعض في ضعفك ‏بالكتابة نجبر أنفسنا ، وقد نجبر أحدا أيضا دون أن نعلم ... ‏لاتسطر وقتك بالانتظار، يسكنك الياس والانكسار وتغمرك العزلة والغربة العزلة عندما تفقد شيء بداخلك وتراه بالآخرين والغربة أن تفقد نفسك. ‏من يتعرض لشتئ الجروح تجده بلسما للجميع ‏لانعيش الأشياء الا حين تغادرنا . أبسط الأشياء باتت تكسرنا هذه الأيام . ‏نتذكر دائما الرحيل ، وأن كل هذه الدنيا زائلة ، وما انتهی الخداع ويبدأ مانريد . أستلقي بقلب من أصادف في الطريق ، من ثم أنهض قويا مستعدا له ، وأغلق النوافذ داخلي ! ناصر سعد

«Quando il presidente Gamal Abdel Nasser, alla metà degli anni Cinquanta, espulse i leader dei Fratelli Musulmani, questi si rifugiarono in Qatar»,

Profitant de la crédulité de la population rurale, les agents du FLN firent circuler de fausses rumeurs : « Les avions de Nasser ont tué des milliers de soldats français ici et là » ; « Des volontaires russes (ou chinois) sont déjà en Tunisie » ; « Dans les écoles, les Français mettent du poison dans le lait qu’ils donnent à nos garçons pour les rendre impuissants. 

But on May 15, 1967, the elite units of the Egyptian Army suddenly crossed the Sinai and reached the Israeli border while President Nasser expelled the United

من أين بدأت الحياة؟ بدأت من داخلنا و مازالت تبدأُ مع كلّ نفسٍ نستنشقهُ.

لا تُفقِدْ اليوم قيمته وتحاذي الأخطاءْ، بل اجعله يومك و لْتَسطُع الأضواء.

On 19 July 1956, Secretary of State Dulles abruptly announced that the United States was rescinding its Aswan Dam financing offer. ‘May you choke to death on your fury’, a defiant Nasser railed at the United States. World Bank President Eugene Black warned Dulles that ‘all hell might break loose’.

Do not say it is the appointed time. Do not say it’s preordained. Do not say there is a wisdom that our myopic eyes cannot see. After arriving here I no longer believe that. There is chaos in the ranks of those waiting before the heavenly archive. They do not know why they are here. This is not the time of those horrified children who cling to their mothers’ dresses. For they had time, but someone decided that it should be the time. It was not God. Nor the Angel of death. Do not add to his already heavy load.

At night it was a different matter. The whole night was his, the night when his cough and his insomnia never failed to start on time, along with the random disconnected images that crossed his mind. No one can stop the machine of memory from working. Nothing has been invented, as far as he knows, that can tame memory, make it work on demand. Even I, with my few exaggerated memories, cannot fend off attacks by the most unpleasant of them.

How could a poet less than twenty years old describe how time weighed on his shoulders, how it had left scars on his body, how it made the ground sprout lily after lily and the gazelles give birth to gazelle after gazelle, and the days and nights pass in succession without his love for his beloved diminishing one iota? You told yourself that sometimes one’s words can sing the praises of something you know nothing about or overestimate the permanence of feelings. They can immortalise a moment that soon proves to be transitory, if not pathetic. You also said that it is emotional and intellectual discipline that generally gives words a way out, saves them from the nonsense of their firm promises and makes it possible to read them again with as little disgust as possible.

the Egyptian leader let loose: “The American Ambassador says that our behavior is not acceptable. Well, let us tell them that those who do not accept our behavior can go and drink from the sea…We will cut the tongues of anybody who talks badly about us…We are not going to accept gangsterism by cowboys.”45 So ended U.S. aid to Egypt. By 1965, Washington was working sedulously to undermine Cairo’s efforts to reschedule its international debt and to gain credit in world monetary funds. The shipments of American wheat that accounted for 60 percent of all Egyptian bread were suspended. Nasser was convinced that Johnson was out to assassinate him.

nothing could remedy the country’s woefully chronic ills: a population of 29.5 million growing at 3.5 percent annually, poor (about $140 per capita per year, 40 percent inflation), unhealthy (average male life expectancy thirty-five years), and to a large extent (45 percent) illiterate. Brutal crackdown of dissidents, the arbitrary nationalization of property, a suffocating bureaucracy: This was Egypt in the mid-1960s, a police state. Even the High Dam at Aswan, Nasserism’s grandest symbol, proved toxic, spreading the dreaded bilharzia disease throughout the countryside.46