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Princess Fatma Ismail: (1853 - 1920) Daughter of Khedive Ismail.  She is known as the mother of the benevolent (Um Al-Mohsenin)  Because of the lack of funds for establishing Fouad I University, she donated all her jewelry for the construction of the university.  In 1914, the foundation stone was laid and a gala held in Princess Fatma's honor. She then dedicated the revenue from 658 feddans of her land to be spent on the university. Her name is inscribed on a memorial at Cairo University.  She was a reason for Egyptian women to enter the University in 1928. She died before the University was opened. الأميرة فاطمة اسماعيل: ( 1853 - 1920) ابنة الخديوي إسماعيل. وتعرف باسم أم المحسنين.  تبرعت بجميع مجوهراتها لبناء جامعة فؤاد الأول. في عام 1914، تم وضع حجر الأساس وحفل على شرف الأميرة فاطمة. ثم أهدت إيرادات 658 فدان من أراضيها للإنفاق على الجامعة. نقش اسمها على نصب تذكاري في جامعة القاهرة. كانت سببا للمرأة المصرية لدخول الجامعة عام 1928.

Essmat Mohsen El Eskandarany (1898 - 1973): aka Om El Baharia (The Mother of the Navy) - النص العربى يتبع She is the granddaughter of the Egyptian Navy Admiral Hasan Pasha El Askandaray a.k.a "The Prince of the Seas" who died fighting in the Crimean War between Turkey and Russia in 1854. From a young age, she had a passion for the sea, the ships, travel, the legend of her grandfather, the history of the Egyptian navy, the naval battles that the Arabs fought and the Arab trav elers.  She travelled around the world for 18 years and was named Bint Batouta, after the Arab traveler Ibn Batouta who lived in the 14th century. In 1948, she donated a fully equipped naval ship to the Egyptian navy. She also donated her house in Ras El Tin in Alexandria to the navy. She willed all her money and property to the navy.  In 1955, President Nasser awarded her the highest medal of honor.  She had written many articles and publications about the History of the Arabs, the ...

”ليس هناك شىء يسمى الحرية، و أكثرنا حرية هو عبد للمبادىء التى يؤمن بها، وللغرض الذى يسعى إليه.. اننا نطالب بالحرية لنضعها فى خدمة أغراضنا.. وقبل أن تطالب بحريتك إسئل نفسك: لأى غرض ستهبه؟!“ ― إحسان عبد القدوس

I often get into debates with people about women in Islam. How we dress. How we don’t dress. What we think or don’t think or should-be-thinking. I get into debates about feminism. What it is and what it isn’t. I think I’ve spawned permanent foes because I don’t care to apply the label, feminist, to describe myself. (I’m not one for labels, sorry. But if it’s even required of me, “Muslim woman” suits me just fine.) But if we could agree for a moment that there exists a pure definition of the word feminist to mean: awesomely fierce to the millionth degree, then I’d like to introduce you to Islam’s first feminist. Her name is Khadijah bint Khuwaylid. She was the wife of the Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him.) And she is one of the people that I think about when I face or debate issues surrounding women today. Khadija’s existence precedes mine by more than 1,400 years; and, if I can at the very least, continuously strive to emulate her character, I will consider mysel...

Huda Sharawi organized a women's demonstrations in 1919. More than 500 women marched in the demonstrations across Egypt against the British occupation in their first appearance in the Egyptian political life. Two women were shot dead by the British.  نظمت هدى شعراوى اول مظاهرة نسائية ضد الاحتلال البريطانى عام 1919. اكثر من 500 سيدة اشتركت فى المظاهرات فى ارجاء البلاد و كان ذلك اول ظهور للسيدات فى الحياة السياسية المصرية. قتلت سيدتيتن فى المظاهرات برصاص قوات الاحتلال البريطانى.

Cairo - Downtown, 13.01.2016 Cairo, Egypt - Downtown -  Mohamed Mahmoud -  Bab Ellouk - DSB  I felt I want to have a walk in downtown. The sky was perfectly pure blue and the sun was beautifully warm shining. I walked with no intention nor a specific aim. I left my foot to lead the walk. And all of a sudden a storm of nostalgia and mixture of emotions hit me. All the memories, all the hard times, long nights and struggles were right infront of me. Now, I remember everything. It feels so real. It feels so fresh as if it was just yesterday. And here we are again. Who thought that this day would come again? And who thought that we would ever meet once again? I never thought that I will be standing here again, but this time without the bright blue skirt and the yellow blouse and fully aware of the adulthood.  With a surprise,  it was right in front of me. These dark orange walls that once used to look too high and it's bright green windows... but...

Some people believe that without history our lives amount to nothing. At some point we all have to choose. Do we fall back on what we know or do we step forward to something new? It’s hard not to be haunted by our past. Our history is what shapes us, what guides us. Our history resurfaces time after time after time. So we have to remember, the most important history is the history we’re making today.

I’m a globie girl that wants to explore as much as possible of the world and get do know more about different cultures. I was born to travel. (Will get to the travelling part later) I am from Cairo and have Turkish roots like most of Egyptians. I was born in Vienna, were I was raised and spent my teen - year’s. Vienna plays a big role in my life. If I started to talk about my love to this country, it’s a never-ending love story and I won’t finish today. - I need to finish because I still got a lot to do for today, maybe in another post -.  People who know me very well, know that I regard Egypt my country and my home, but not only because of my roots, family and friends who live there, but because I truthfully love it. There is something about Egypt and until this moment know one has figured out what is this “Something”. If you talked to any Egyptian who lived abroad especially in a not Middle Eastern country, he will understand what I’m saying. Unfortunately, Egyptians...

Es gibt sie einfach – diese Tage, an denen man aufwacht, und alles ist richtig. Nicht etwa, weil sich über Nacht alle Probleme in Luft aufgelöst haben oder man einen schulfreien Tag vor sich hat. Es muss weder die Sonne scheinen, noch das Lieblingslied im Radio laufen, an einem solchen Tag; und dennoch – Man wacht auf, und spürt es. Die Bettdecke umschmiegt einen freundlich, auf den Lippen liegt noch der flüchtige Nachgeschmack eines Traumes; und man reibt sich die Augen, streicht sich durch die Haare, und alles scheint einem wohlgesonnen zu sein. Genüsslich kuschelt man sich in die Kuhle der Matratze, so weich wie noch nie, und man lächelt in sich hinein und wird ganz warm, innen drin. Tapsend auf dem Weg ins Bad. Das Spiegelbild blinzelt verschlafen zurück, verwuschelte Haare. Das Müsli schmeckt intensiver als sonst, die Zeitung raschelt; und das Lächeln wandert langsam vom Bauch hinauf, gluckst in der Kehle, springt auf die Lippen und macht es sich dort bequem. Alles ist so richtig...

Brothers and Sisters from the Arab world fighting for justice, freedom, a new area of democracy , of free elections, free of corruption and torture where mankind is treated the same. We are with you. We support you and your Revolution and do not give up! Let it be a Year of an Arabic Revolution! Peace.

I went out and said I won’t be back ..  نزلت و قلت أنا مش راجع A nd wrote with my blood in every street ..  و كتبث بدمي في كل شارع Our voices reached the ones who couldn’t hear ..  سمعنا اللي مكنش سامع And the blockades were broken .. و اتكسرت كل الموانع Our weapons were our dreams ..  سلاحنا كان أحلامنا And tomorrow is clear in front of us ..  و بكرة واضح قدمنا We have been waiting for so long ..  من زمان بنيستانا We are searching and can’t find our place ..  بندور مش لاقيىن مكان Aahhaahh ..  ﺃﻫﻫﻫﻫﻫﻪ In every street in my country ..  في كل شارع فبلادي The voice of freedom calls ..  صوت الحرية بينادي In every street in my country ..  في كل شارع فبلادي The voice of freedom calls ..  صوت الحرية بينادي Yohoo ahhhaa ..  ﺃﻫﻫﻫﻫﻫﻪ يووووو Uohh .. ههههه We held our heads up high to the sky ..  رفعنا رأسنا ﻓلسمة And the hunger is no longer important ..  ﺑﻴﻫﻣﻧﺎ والجوع مبئاش The most important thing is ...

Enjoy! كلمة حلوة و كلمتين حلوة يا بلدي غنوة حلوة و غنوتين حلوة يا بلدي أملي دايما كان يا بلدي اني ارجع لك يا بلدي و افضل دايما جمبك على طول و ذكريات كل اللى فات فاكرة يا بلدي؟ قلبي مليان بحكايات فاكرة يا بلدي؟ أول حب كان فى بلدي مش ممكن انساه يا بلدي فين أيام زمان قبل الوداع كنا بنقول ان الفراق دة مستحيل و كل دمعة على الخدين كانت بتسيل مليانة بأمل ان احنا نبقى موجودين فى بحر الحب على شطين كلمة حلوة و كلمتين حلوة يا بلدي غنوة حلوة و غنوتين حلوة يا بلدي أملي دايما كان يا بلدي اني ارجع لك يا بلدي و افضل دايما جمبك على طول فين حبيب القلب يا بلدي كان بعيد عني يا بلدي كان بعيد عني يا بلدي و كل ما باغني بافكر فية قول يا حبيبي انت سايبني و رايح فين؟ أجمل لحن دة حنغنيه احنا الأثنين يا محلى كلمة بلدي فى غنوة بين صدرين يا ليل يا عين يا عين يا ليل كلمة حلوة و كلمتين حلوة يا بلدي غنوة حلوة و غنوتين حلوة يا بلدي أملي دايما كان يا بلدي اني ارجع لك يا بلدي و افضل دايما جمبك على طول A kind word, two more kind words for my country A sweet song, two more sweet songs for my...

01.02.2011 Do you really think when you forbid telephone lines for a while, the internet and even not allowing people to walk on streets after 3 pm till 8 in the morning, will change anything?? Well my dear I guess you are wrong informed. You are building a very big wall between you and your nation. People feel suppressed and hatred is growing everyday stronger in their hearts. I am sitting since almost a week now at home and can not go out on the streets, just like everyone. No internet; means I have no connection with the other world, no connection with my very close friends in other countries. All I can do is watching the news on “Algesira”, “Alarabiya” and “BBC”. I hear from time to time “Bombs” -very near to my house- and I do not know if someone got killed or not. The only positive thing about is that I actually realized in this week, I have spent much more time with my family. Sometimes I ask my self, does life really make sense, when we all someday will die? Most of things ...