The dog days are over.

Yesterday was my last day at school; the university life for me was different. Attending a school that is 9000 miles away from home is no ordinary. It is thrilling and sickening at the same time, as everything else in this world, it has its own perks and drawbacks.

When I was offered this opportunity to go and study abroad I was over the moon, excited, and couldn’t wait to get there. I got everything in order at home before leaving to Malaysia in which I am going to spend the next five years of my life. Happiness and excitement were all over the place for so many reasons; I m gonna be free, living on my own, traveling seeing new faces, new people, new culture at this young age.

All these excitement and happiness were turned to agitation and depression in my first day at school, I remember vividly, when I first entered my dorm room. I hv put my bags on the floor, sat on the bed, putting my hands on my head, thinking to myself what the hell have I done, have I gone out of mind, it is my first day and I already miss my family and my friends like crazy….. what time is it now…. when is the next flight to Egypt, can I catch it. If I went back will I be able to go back to the university I dropped out from. What the fuck, is this gecko?, how I m gonna call home. Is it too hot in here. Is it only me who is thinking about this or all my friends do as well, and finally and most importantly, will I be able to survive 5 years in here. All these questions were rushing to my head, it has been a rough night actually one of the worst, but I told myself everything is gonna be alright isA, and it did el hamduliah.

My university life turned out to be the best life experience I have ever had, the university life built 80 % of my character. Apart from the education you get from the lectures, I believe that life is the greatest teacher of all time, it teaches you a lot and the witty is the one how can get the most out of it. You can learn a lot living alone. I was seventeen when I first came here. I was naïve, kind of stupid, thinking I m very cool. Mostly, like all the teenagers, but my character evolved so quickly I had to transform from a boy to a man in a very short time. I had to adapt to this completely different environment.

In an earlier post I mentioned that the best thing in Malaysia is my friends, and we together made it through the first days together. Honestly speaking, I wouldn’t have made it through these 5 years without them.

It has been great living in Malaysia, great country and great people. Malaysia taught me a lot. I feel sometimes like I owe Malaysia. If you asked me, name one thing that you regret? It will be not getting to know all my classmates more than I already know them; they are great people and it had been my pleasure knowing them all. In the end it is memories that we are left with, and I really hope we only remember the good ones, coz now every one of us will go separate ways and we may or may not meet again, but this is life. Nothing stays the same, and it is time to change. So cherish the good memories and forget all hassle and tension. It is time to write a new chapter, even though the last one was exhilarating, life goes on, and I have always believed that the best is yet to come.

u never know how it may turn out to be.

Around 8 years ago a friend of mine had his right arm broken. his name is mostafa abd el Fattah or we call him te7a. He broke it in his basketball practice or something I don’t really remember. It was kind of severe so he had to put it in cast for a little longer, and by a little longer I mean it stayed up to five or six weeks. Mohamed el Moez (Wezza) which is a mutual friend, came to me one day looking serious which is very weird of him coz he is always smiling.

Wezza: dude I want to talk to you.

Me: Sure bro, anything.

Wezza: dude this is serious, you can’t tell anyone.

Me: dude what’s up??

Wezza: It is about te7a.

Me: What about him.

Wezza: I went with him last night to the doctor to check on his arm, and the doctor told him that your arm is getting better, but there is another problem.

Me: ….

Wezza: you know his arm has been in cast for almost 6 weeks now, and when he did it the doctor advised him not to put his broken arm anywhere near water, so he listened to him and he did exactly what the doctor asked him to do. So he had never cleaned his hands for six weeks, and it even went worth, since he doesn’t clean his hands. It developed some kind of fungus and a skin disease and it is infectious. So you better not touch his right hand.

Me: shit maaan.. r u shitting me ..

Wezza: I swear man.

I tried to avoid te7a the whole day, but he will come to me and extend his hands to shake mine, but I would defy it, I would hug him or do anything but avoid contact with his hands, I felt terrible for two things, first is because he is my friend, second I felt bad for not telling all my other friends about it, but there was nothing I can do. On that day te7a was becoming extra friendly, he came to me every now and then extending his hands waiting for mine to meet half way, I tried avoiding him for hours, hoping that the day would pass and then I will figure out something to do for later, until te7a and wezza came and told me it is April’s fool you idiot.