The Latest Sports Scoop: The Mubaraks' Falcons are Ready

Well, I'm not a big fan of Egyptian Papers. However, for some ambiguous reason, I bought Akhbar El Youm today. Scheming between the old, silly and plain lies articles I reached the Sports Section in the enormous 4 parts paper. The Head Title in the Sports section read as "THE FALCONS ARE READY FOR THE CONFRONTATION"
The first thing that came into my mind is that Hassan Shehata, also for some ambiguous reason, decided to change the name of the National Egyptian Football Team from the Pharaohs to the Falcons. I turned in the pages to find the article and confronted the ultimate shock.
In an article spanning a Full Half Page was an in depth analysis and latest news of the Ramadan Football Tournament in which Alaa and Gamal Mubarak are playing. The Falcons turned out to be nothing but the name of the Mubaraks Team. This "International" tournament is taking place in the prestigious Stadium of Palm Hills. Also, this event is obviously arousing the interest of approximately 5 people (the entire line-up of the Falcons), the editor as well as mom and dad Mubarak of course. Hence was the extensive coverage in the so-called "National" Paper.
Seeing this, I decided to take part in this unprecedented interest in popular sports and Ramadan Tournaments. My son Ferry (4 years old) is taking part in the Bowling tournament of his school. Also, I am playing Tennis in the prestigious El Shams Club Open Ramadan T. Accordingly, I will send our photos to Akhbar El Youm accompanied with some "Kofta" comments and see what happen. Our photos, I assure everybody, will be a lot nicer than the huge published photos of the two Mubarak brothers pursuing their Football endeavours.
In a country devastated by Inflation (25%), Illiteracy (50%+) and hundreds still buried in Dweika, The Mubaraks took a stand: They played football in Palm Hills.
Thank you,
Over and Out
From the Pavement - Mafroos
Samih

In Hiding

Inside me are so many things. Feelings, ideas and desires are constantly brewing. Under the stern surface of my being, destructive currents are raging. How can I want so many things I do not have the right to? How do I crave to enjoy so many guilty pleasures? I do not know. One thing I know however, I do not want to fight it. Without remorse I just bury deep deep inside any sign of guilt; a smile on my face.

We go on about our lives pretending. Nothing is really the way it seems. We hide the monster with a sheepish look and fake virtue with cheap courtesy.
Lust is killing me but I don't have the right to even blink.
Crave but do not look, look but do not touch, touch but do not taste,... I curse civilization, morals and society common ways.

I hope no one blames me for this. But from time to time, I will release the wolf to get out for a big feast .