zawaya al maraya has moved

After a year of not touching this site, it seems a good opportunity to freshen things up a bit.
From now I will be uploading my drawings and some words at www.zawayaalmaraya.org where I hope to be able to capture a sense of the monumental events taking place here in Egypt.

Thank you to everyone who has been visiting this site the last few years.

Too much time to think can screw up your irony

Pretend this is a superhero comic

Pretend this is a comic

The flat line to my fat words

Part of a series of drawings
from the summer of 2009.

A line where there could be a smile

On that day

Time tears into moments,
And everything looks flat.

Rumours of an Inheritance

- what´s wrong with that boy?

- his father has been in the bathroom for 27 years

- and he wants his turn.

- hurry up dad, let me shit on them as well.

The Absurdity of Hope سخافه الامل

"Obama will say something honest about this government of ours."

counting the gap

My television plays Israeli lies

قهوة فنجان

in a city full of people

Drop

تصبح عينا الطفل عين الالم
The child's eyes become pain's spring

Again

The way people treat each other is the most fucking bizarre thing.

كراسة جديدة مالهاش تاريخ A new notebook has no history

تكلم هراري القاهرة Harare calls Cairo

انا مش بشوف كويس مؤخراً lately i haven't been seeing too good

الرئيس اللي عنده 80 سنة له سؤال اخيراً The 80 year old President finally has a question.

- What do you think about the colour of my hair?












- It's not the colour of your hair which concerns me.

اللي كان ممكن يقوله ادم what adam might have said

"what's all this bollocks?"

زي سكر تحت عسل like sugar under honey

يمكن الدنيا دي بتاعتكم حتكون أسهل من عين واحدة

maybe this world of yours will be easier
through one eye

بين الفراغ و الاحباط between emptiness and disappointment

It was a fucked up day.

بعد كل المدة دي after all this time

"i've forgotten her taste."

ما كانش حلم i wasn't dreaming

"I need my mask."

حلمت ان قناعي وقع i dreamt that my mask slipped

spots

Last night i bought a scanner so i can start putting things up here. but then i went and watched the football and drank beer. it was all i could do to carry the briefcase shaped box home. this morning i noticed that i had splashed my trainers while unloading the beer against a wall after a bridge in maadi. the microbus driver was superbly foul mouthed with his horn as he somehow tore past the other vehicles on the wide open tarmac caressing the nile's banks.