Wednesday, March 2, 2011

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 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.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Monday, February 8, 2010

Friday, January 29, 2010

The flat line to my fat words

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

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Saturday, December 26, 2009

On that day

Time tears into moments,
And everything looks flat.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Rumours of an Inheritance

the mubaraks
- 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.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Absurdity of Hope سخافه الامل

obama in cairo

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

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

counting the gap

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

قهوة فنجان

in a city full of people

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


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

Sunday, November 2, 2008


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

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

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.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Saturday, June 28, 2008

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

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Sunday, June 22, 2008

بعد كل المدة دي after all this time

"i've forgotten her taste."

Saturday, June 21, 2008

ما كانش حلم i wasn't dreaming

"I need my mask."

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


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.