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Yasser Kashef was born in 1989, in Alexandria. He is studying English linguistics and translation in Alexandria University. Being a son for an Alexandrian mother and an Asswani father grants him a flexible character that enables him to deal with various cultures and thoughts. He started to write Arabic poems at the age of eleven. In 2008, he wrote his first English poem “Death Life” and then followed it with more than 15 poems. He won the third place in Renaissance Group Poetry Competition for his poem “Schizophrenia” in 2010. Furthermore, his poem “Africa’s Son” bestowed him the first place in the same competition in 2011. He is interested in drawing, traveling, and photographing. Sugarcane is considered as his first short story. ..
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Saturday, August 11, 2012

Regret

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He looked at the clock, playing with his pencil. Some doodles were the result of two hours of thinking. The poor tanned boy spent the day trying to write something unique in his zillionth try to get the rid of his eternal feeling of shame. The eternal feeling of shame is a result of skipping his classes. He knew that he is lazy, and his over-thinking made him more lazier than before. His problem was not skipping classes, but it was time. He could not meet a deadline in his life. He could not meet his friends in time. He started his final exam in the nick of time.
Time, time, time, time… a word in his mind that always does chime.
One day he decided to take a rest, a three-month rest, to avoid stress and to find his peace of mind. He turned everything off. The mobile, the internet, and the doorbell were off. He closed his eyes while listening to Piazzolla’s tango music. He slept for more than twenty hours. He woke up as if he did not sleep a wink. Was it depression? He felt it in the bones, and he had nothing to do, but sleeping. Sleeping was not the only thing to do also he quitted reading. His shelves overflew with books, hardcover and comics. He lost his interest in reading, although he was a bookworm. Was it satisfaction? He was not satisfied at all in any moment in his life.
Life, life, life, life … Let us play hide and seek and I will count to five.
He gradually started to lose his abilities, one after another. This resulted in weakening his talents. His friend told him one day: “talents need as much care as this of plants”. Each day passed, the tree of his talents lost its leaves. The tree became bald like his head in summer. The leafless tree of talents gave him no peaceful shadows, then he decided to flee from the light to find shadow, but once light was gone, darkness accompanied him well. Darkness persuaded him to sleep, to remain silent, to stick to memories, to quit reading and to quit penning. He took many decisions, inaccurate ones, which led him to be spiritless. However, the first decision that led him to this spate of decision was to take a rest.
Rest, rest, rest, rest… are you a desire or indolence request?

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