Posts by: Mohamed ElGohary

An Egyptian veteran blogger.Global VoicesLingua manager.

Going home (Change the Channel)

This is the Change the Channel initiative by Tarek Amr

I mainly live in Cairo for Studying in Winter or working in Summer with occasional visits to my family at Mansoura. Mansoura is one of the quietest places you can live in.

Walking by the Nile in Mansoura is one of the best experiences you can have :)

Here are some photos I took from my usual walking.

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The Brave One – 2007

I fell in love with this quote from “The Brave One” movie, this quote is by Judie Foster (Damn that short hair in that movie was not romantic at all, but was scary enough as a vigilante.

New York, the safest big city in the world. But it is horrible to fear the place you once loved and to see a street corner you knew so well and be afraid of its shadow. To see familiar steps, be unable to climb them. I never understood how people lived with fear. Women afraid to walk home alone people afraid of white powder in their mailbox darkness and night. People afraid of people. I always believed that fear belonged to other people. Weaker people. It never touched me. And then it did and when it touches you, you know that it’s been there all along waiting beneath the surfaces of everything you loved. And your skin crawls and your heart sickens and you look at the person you once were walking down that street and you wonder, will you?
Will you ever be her again?

Blogger Ahmed Abdel-Fattah is detained (now free) / Aya Youssef Detained

MB Blogger/Journalist Ahmed Abdel-Fattah just send a message through his Jaiku that he is detained and he is currently held in Dokky Police Station

Update from Abna’a Masr (In Arabic)

News just reached us about our reporter, Blogger Ahmed Abdel-Fattah (Yalalally Blog), disappearance during covering the pro-Gaza caravan. The last thing Ahmed sent was about the blockade around the State Court by masses of Central Security Forces and Pseudo-Civil Karate troops for suppressing the caravan. Also there is news about the security assaulting Dr. Hamdy Hassan, the official spokesperson of the pro-Gaza caravan, and Dr. Abdel-Geleel Mustafa the General Coordinator of Kefaya Movement. Abna’a Masr demands the Ministry of Interior to release their reporter immediately depending on the government’s declaration of Freedom of Press.



Ahmed has just updated his Jaiku that he is free, news from inside Dokky Police Station saying that a journalist, working in Dostor Egyptian independent newspaper, is still held in the Police Station. Her name is Aya Mohamed Youssef. She is working in the Official Egyptian TV (ERTU) as well. She is interrogated for possession of leaflets against the regime (manshorat).


Aya Youssef has been released earlier from the General Prosecution to the Dokky Police Station to return home.

Tagged to Wish

Dear Rasha tagged me, and I really thank her for that since it has been a long time since I wrote something. Being active more via microblogging tools, basically Jaiku, twitter, and facebook status.

The tag is about what I wish for, when I got the tag I kept thinking for a while then this is what I came to:

1. Finishing my Engineering Academic life, I won’t ever study in anything related to Engineering again. (hopefully this is my year)

2. Upgrading my gadgets to a fine level (hi-tech digital camera, laptop, mobile, etc).

3. After upgrading my gadgets, being involved in Citizen Journalism (hopeully after decreasing the mobile internet prices, it will happen as a first step with the beginning of 2009)

4. Being a specialist at my work.

5. Mastering the electric guitar, or even the keyboard.

6. Travelling around the world until I say enough.

7. Treating my temper issues, especially when trying to help someone.

8. Making a huge library, which will be mainly about History, Politics, and of course, Computers. Along with reading all of the contents.

9. Finding Mrs. Right and having the romantic living happily ever-after.

10. Forcing myself to go to a gym or something, this academic life destroyed my body.

Recalling – it was just a dream…

In my teenage I was really enthusiastic about things seen by others as trivial, unimportant, or dull, according to the perception of each person. My everyday people whom I see everyday are unfortunately people of trivial minds, who want only to have fun and screw everything else. Screw reading, screw openmindness, screw good music, screw everything which have value in life…in the other hand people who are concerned, are not that available, once every month, every year, or even more, it is like trying to reach the moon by jumping.

I go home everyday or every night, and have a really deep breathe, and think about my feelings toward life. How did frustrations nearly destroys and is still destroying my will to anything useful in this life, and thinking only day by day without any far-sight. The same frustrations which destroyed the far sight planning. What is the value of having a far sight when its use only to prove to others that they were wrong in their judging and controlling after hell got lose and every great beginning is destroyed.

People who love us, esp our family, always try to help up, in their own way. They always try to give, in their own way. Help is considered help when it is given in time. Food is useless when given to a dead man. Facilities are useless when given after complete frustration. What hurts more is that when these facilities are granted after its right time, you are expected to do what they want, or expect you to be complete satisfied and do what you dreamed for. Not feeling all the hell you felt and all the frustrations you experienced before getting this help. It just adds to your frustrations.

Thinking, thinking, thinking. Thinking circulates my brain. I can’t help not thinking about things I experienced, and reanalyzing. Who is wrong and who is right and usually not changing my judgments. I was brought up (unintentionally) to not being attached to any human being, which had double effect. It is easy for me to leave anyone whatever the results were, and it is hard for me to let go of certain people emotionally unless they clearly and directly state their negative side.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

I usually felt this song for female friends I came close to, esp those who suddenly disappeared for no reasons, some of them who faked their accepting me as a friend also for unknown reason. It was always for only friendship and nothing more, but maybe it is a society fault or something, leading to these kind of personalities. This gives me experience anyway :), even if it was a hard way.

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

And it was just a dream…

Epitaph lost her blog

We are a group of Egyptian bloggers really bothered by the blockage of the two-year-old blog “Epitaph_87” ( along her gmail account (, since October, 4th , 2008. She has sent you her problem and requests on Google Help Center and Blogger Support, but in vain. We wish that you’d help us retrieve that blog and account and answer the requests of our fellow blogress, sending you from (, and hopefully ASAP!

Thank you

MubarakPhone: I don’t know what will you do more than this!!!

From Guebara

Usually MubarakPhone is not followed by any comment. But I want to say that I really hesitated before making this design, for really the situation is so hard and inhuman to make fun of it. 64 bodies are out till now, 8 of them are of unknown identity due to the complete distortion of their facial features. All this with an unknown number of bodies beneath the rocks, dead and alive. What is worse is a statement out speaking of converting the scene to a mass grave for the difficulties in extracting out the bodies and the high cose!!!

MubarakPhone: I don’t know what will you do more than this!!!

مباركفون مش عارف هتعمل فينا ايه اكتر من كده

Credit for the pic: Mohamed Ali

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