Then one day my mother craved pizza, something unusual for her, so as I went back from town, I went to PHD in Adonis, and a phone call came, the cybercrime bureau wanted me to show up to give my evidence on the now infamous trial that I denigrated my plaintiff by calling him a thief. The rest you now know - cybercrime, and now stage two (trial), etc... Yet, what happened is that the paradoxical effect of the whole thing was that it brought me clarity. My Arabic teacher at school used to call me "sbay3i" (seventh-month baby due to my restlessness) and people who know me simply know how passionate I am, I jump to things and projects whole-heartedly (foolishly is a better word), and I want things done here and now. Make no mistake, I am still working at warp-speed by everyone's standards, but this trial gave me focus, dare I say tranquility?
Whereas for the many reasons mentioned above I was drifting at the beginning of this year, suddenly a razor-sharp vision descended on me. As if I now know that I was in the right all along. Does anyone remember that fateful day when I got 22 hate mails on this blog courtesy of a major advertising agency? Sure I got bugged but when I opened facebook that night to post something, there was an email waiting for me from someone I never encountered before. It was a young student from a university telling me to disregard the naysayers and go on with what I am doing "because if (I) was not doing something right, they would not be attacking (me)".
I am - to paraphrase Sun Tzu from "The Art of War" - a victorious warrior who won and then went to war.
And that, on this day and time, makes me feel good.
No scratch that, it makes me feel at peace.