I Have No Luck

This was the position I've always felt I wanted to take. Being in this position would really help me. It would've been an important opportunity for me. Why is that happening? Why didn't I get what I wanted? A small mistake can change everything. I didn't have the chance to prove myself. Maybe, I had the chance, and I did, but they still can't make exceptions. I appreciate their help. I appreciate the fact that they listened to me, even if they didn't accept, but at least they gave me my chance, they listened, and finally.. They took the decision. 

Why am I fighting that hard to get what I want, when I know that they won't accept. Maybe because I know that I would be responsible and that I would provide good work. 

One day, I saw that I wasn't included in the post they made on Facebook. I was surprised, I was astonished, I didn't believe what my eyes saw. I talked to the person who didn't accept me. He gave me reasons that I couldn't admit they were right. I thought that it might be a mistake made by them, but I realized that it's no mistake. I was totally against the reasons the person had given me. I was like "NO, you should accept me, just stop saying that". I thought it was because the director didn't like me and that she has things towards me, since she was my teacher last year, and I wasn't a good student, AT ALL. I was serious about the fact that I wanted to fight for my right. The person was trying to convince me that there is no possibilities or chances, but still, I fought for what I wanted. I still wanted to talk to the responsible (the director). Another day has come, it was this short day at school. Interviews for the people who are accepted were running. Actually the director wanted to see me. I was excited. I thought they could talk to me, I could convince them and then they would schedule me a specific time for the actual interview. I had to go to see them in the break time. I went. I waited, and waited, and again waited, hoping they would tell me, "We accept you, and you are an exception," since it wasn't my fault. It was the coordinator's fault. The minute I should enter the room has come. I entered, full of confidence, happiness, assurance. I saw smiles upon their faces. They started asking me one question. "Ziyad, can you please tell us your problem? Since the decision is not only the director's but all of us."  

I started explaining, wishing they would take my situation into consideration AND then surprise me by saying: "you are accepted". But unfortunately, the decision wasn't what I expected. It was worse. They didn't accept me. 

The good thing, and the thing that satisfied me, is that they were pleased with my guiding package. (The topic I chose). And at this moment, I felt that that the director likes me, normally. I left the room, unhappy, sad, not satisfied, ill-chosen and doomed. 

In fact, I know they it's their loss. I respected their decision. I know I'm really good, I'm extremely good. I know I'm perfect. I know I could have a higher position the year I'm going to be a senior. I know I can take the highest position in next year's interview. I know that I proved myself. 

Finally, I'm glad that they were happy with my work. 

Now, I'm willing to do the best I can to get the position I want in two years. 

Thank you. 

Facing history

Immediately after Morsi is elected and has the power:

Having a new ELECTED president is something weird, something egyptians are not used to face. This is something new. They're facing history, starting on the 25th of January till this current moment. The egyptian revolution is the reason why people are free to express their feelings. It is also the reason why they had a chance to choose between more than seven candidates in the presidential elections. People started to be concerned more about politics, they started to talk about it more. Our country now has a new face that presents it in front of each and every democratic state in the world. Our country is now represented as one of the countries who joined the democratic field. Everything has changed. Everything is not the same, even if there are still protestors in the Tahrir square, but at least they knew how to kick a dictator out of their blessed country. 

Egyptians are full of joy, and happiness. 

After one year:

Egyptians are trying to fight against a total inhumanity. They think that they chose the wrong road when they decided to step out of the old regime. People are fighting against a guy who thinks being a president with a beard is better. A man who thinks that merging religion with politics is right. They are now there, in the main place of protesting (Tahrir square), fighting against a bunch of hypocrites and pathetic people (The Muslim Brotherhood). People can't imagine the fact that they voted for those people, and they chose Morsi over his opponent "Shafik". They all think and remember the feeling of living in a paradise while their president was Mohamed Hosny Moubarak. They suddenly realised how they elected an uncivilised and an uneducated person. People are missing the period of the previous president. They miss how they could walk in the streets without being scared. They miss how they could live with fine prices of products and ingredients. 

Finally, people are waiting for the next elections that could happen in those next few months, if the current president left. 

Why do we study Poetry?

 

Poetry is important, it shows the feeling of the poet. Poetry are some words that can let you 'cry', literally 'cry', or be influenced by these words. Poetry is vital language In all ages, poetry has been regarded as important, not simply for pleasure, but as something central to each individual's existence, something of unique value, and something which makes us feel better off for having and which we are spiritually impoverished without.Initially, poetry might be defined as a language that says more and says it more intensely than does ordinary language. In order to understand this fully, we need to understand what it is that poetry says.