الاثنين، 12 نوفمبر 2018

الصفحات

This post is written by my dear friend and colleague Dr.Asmaa Ali Elsheikh, lecturer of English 
.Language and Literature in the English Department, Tanta University. 

Thank you very much for 

contributing to the blog dearest Asmaa.

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هل انت ممن يحبون القراءة فيثرون عقولهم بتجارب الماضي والحاضر؛ أو يتعرفون سيرة الاولين؛ او يسبحون معها في عالم الخيال؟

هل تساالت يوما كم كتابا قرأت؟ وكم عدد الصفحات لكل كتاب؟ وكم يستغرق الكاتب من الوقت لينهي كتابه والذي لابد انه هناك هدف منشود من خلال نشره؟

بالتأكيد يمكنك الإجابة عن هذه الاسئلة..
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- ولكن هل تعرف أن هناك كتاب فريد من نوعه لم يطلع عليه أحد قط؟ أن أحداث هذا الكتاب مازالت تسجل، لذا لم ينته كاتبه بعد من كتابته، فهو لايعرف مجريات الامور، ولا يدري متى وكيف ستكون نهايته، ولا حتي الموعد المقدر لنشره.
- وبرغم هذا الغموض هناك بعض الإشارات التي تطلعنا إلى حد ما على ماهيته.  انه لايمل الوصف ولا

التوثيق لكل صغيرة وكبيرة ؛ شخصيات عديدة، أحداث مثيرة، صعود وهبوط، فرح وحزن، حنين واشتياق، زيادة ونقصان، غني وفقر،طفولة وبراءة، شباب

وعزة، كهولة وضعف، صحة ومرض، حياة وموت..
هل عرفت الأن ماهو هذا الكتاب ومن هو الكاتب؟

انه كتاب الحياة.. حياة كل فرد منا على وجه هذه الأرض مع اختلاف ظاهرها وجوهرها، طولها أو قصرها.. صفحاته عديدة كما الايام التي نعيشها.. ولكن ماذا بداخلها؟ قد تكون فارغة، وقد تكون مملوءة بأشياء متفاوتة.. والعجيب انك انت هذا الكاتب الذي بيده زمام الامور.. فماذا انت فاعل؟

هلم صديقي.. أسرع أن تمتلك أدواتك كما في الاختبارات.. لاتنسى أقلامك التي ستكتب بها في كتابك الإجابات الصحيحة، وتذكر دائما الممحاة التي تصحح بها الأخطاء.. وكذلك هناك العديد من الفرص للتحسين والاعادة للجميع في كل الأوقات.. وأهم من هذا كله كن متفائلا مبتسما دائما طامعا في حب الله ولطفه ورحمته.. وبالتوفيق للجميع

السبت، 4 أغسطس 2018

Women's leadership under friendly fire

This post is by Dr. Laila Elghalban, Professor of English Language and Literature and Head of the Department of English, Faculty of Arts, Kafr Elsheikh University




Women's leadership under friendly fire

"Life is more chaotic under women leaders," "  Damn are the people ruled by a woman," " Women cannot lead well because they are not mentally  enough." These are some of the reasons a sample of female Egyptian university  students cited when asked to write on anonymity about the topic" How do you see women as leaders?" Dr Laila Alghalban of  Kafrelsheikh University considers the implications of these responses within their cultural context.

In a class of 200 students, almost all of them female, with literally an isolated bunch of barley spotted males, l started reviewing the responses.

Results

Surprisingly, 62 percent of females thought that women cannot lead, aligning with their male colleagues. They believed that women are too emotional, vulnerable, defenseless and easily manipulated.

Why? 

I kept thinking about why the majority of the females aligned with the deeply rooted convictions , with almost zero changes from their ancestors,  despite the fact that they are apparently different: their looks, outfits, and access to latest cell phones models, big brands, etc. 

Self- contradiction 

Egyptian women seem to contradict themselves: they call for gender equality, but at the same time they uphold an entrenched long standing stereotype that they are less and not enough. Women are fully submitting themselves to another stereotype of women as objects. They even enhance this stereotype by objectifying  themselves, and going the extra mile to make sure that they adept to the standards, going into a chain of complicated excursions to fill their void and obey the standards.  Society is poisoning women' minds on how to appear. They fall victims to  a sense of self defeat which takes different forms, including body shaming, low self esteem, and shattered self confidence. 

Friendly fire

Some women are sometimes the worst enemy of women. They fight against any challenges to this stereotype, dubbing those who resist it as male copiers. Ironically enough, there seems to be jealousy streaks. Paradoxically, women are competing for " hunting and pleasing men". The degree of success and failure in life is measured by the extent to which they achieve that goal.

The gender factor

There must be biological differences between sexes. Battling them has no avail. The problem is that most of what is thought to be biological differences are intrinsically culturally bound. Neuroscience has shown that the way our brains work including the neurons, synapses and neural network is culturally determined. And so are the roles each sex plays and how to play them, the way each sex views the world and shapes their identity and expectations. Nevertheless, let's put aside the gender factor for a while and regard women and men as humans. Leadership is gender neutral. It has to do the personal traits. 

Women as leaders

Studies show that there are no differences between sexes when they start careers as young people. However, by the age of forty, women develop more effective leading skills.
Asked for an explanation, women said that they work more closely at all aspects to get the best results . Women are also eager to get feedback as they work. They also ask more . On the contrary, males, when turning forty, stop doing so , believing that they are already 
doing well. Women proved to be willing to nurturing work competence, statistically outperforming males in taking the initiative, offering work expertise, creating better work environment, etc.
What it takes to make good leaders proves to have no relationship with the gender issue. It has to do with possessing basic leadership skills such as having a vision, ability to make hard decisions, ability to get the best of the resources available, etc. 

Latest  Gallup poll 
shows that Americans no longer prefer male bosses, especially in the light of the continuous reports of male bosses acts of harassment and intimidation by them in the wake of the me too tidal waves that seems to wash away deeply rooted preferences of men as leaders and bosses. Results from many research bodies in the USA,  which were reported in 
CNBC Make it, indicate that women leaders outperform male bosses in 13 out of 15 leadership skills.

Work culture

The report states that women are not necessarily less confident. But working in a society that is always questioning women's abilities and pressuring them, women are more likely to show low self confidence and lack of competence. Empowering women would enhance their confidence and make them feel that they can do it.

A breeze of optimism

The 62% of negative responses should not drive us to lose sight of the growing awareness and trust of women's leadership prospects, which is an encouraging indicator of an ongoing change in how women judge themselves and their fellow women.

Finally, God created men and women equal and DISTINCT. So women have the right to handle things THEIR WAY and leadership is no exception.

الخميس، 21 يونيو 2018

صديقى الألم


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عندما لا تجدى المسكنات نفعا، ولاأجد وضعا للجلوس يريح ظهرى المنهك، استلقى على الارض. لسبب ما أجدها أحن من الفراش الوثير و المقاعد الفخمه...يحن الانسان لأصله فى أوقات ضعفه فمنها اتينا وإليها نعود.
حرت فى آلامى و حار فيها الأطباء، يأبى الألم أن يتخلى عنى، يرافقنى فى صحوى ومنامى، اصبح صديقى...
نعم قرأت كثيرا فى سيكولوجيه الألم وأيقنت انه لن يغادرنى حتى اعقد معه صفقه صداقه ... ان اكف عن الشكوى منه وعن محاولاتى المضنيه لإبعاده فيخف عن الالحاح فى مضايقتى طوال الوقت ويتخلى عن ولو للحظات كل يوم، رضخت انا لشروطها و نكص هو بكل وعوده.
يصر على مصاحبتى، يلتصق بى اكثر كلما قلقت او حزنت او افتقدت من احبهم ، يلتصق بى كما يلتصق رضيع بصدر امه ويأبى الا الصراخ لو حاولت التهرب منه للحظات لفعل اى شيء، يعوى فوق أكتافى ويغرس انيابه فى فقراتى فى عنف بغيض متى اشتم انى اتوق لفراقه اواطمح لنسيانه.
صديقى الألم، اقدر فيك الوفاء، ارفق بى فأنا مازلت صديقتك الاثيره!

الأربعاء، 21 مارس 2018

A Bump in the Road

This guest blog is written by Batoul one of the most courageous 
and hard-working young 
Rugby players in Egypt





A Bump in the Road

I was dying to finally have my turn to play. The ref whistled, the Rugby ball was kicked off, my teammate caught it and she was soon tackled to the ground so I went to get the ball out while one of the opponents managed to reach just in time when I was passing the ball to tackle me down. I went down alright!  Only this time I couldn't get back up on my feet again. I heard my leg crack loud and clear, and later knew that other players could hear it too! I was not tackled properly. The pain I felt at the moment was so excruciating that I was gasping for breath.  Despite everything,  I was trying to re-position my leg back to normal but to no avail;  it was wobbly; it felt like it belonged to someone else and would not obey my will. In the blink of an eye, I was carried out of the field, first aided; my leg was elevated, iced and the game was back on as if nothing ever happened! It all happened to fast.
Looking back at it now, I really wonder where did I get the calm I had then? I caught myself reasoning, trying to figure out where exactly my leg hurt, while the match continued. I even had the mind to reflect on the way our team warmed up and realize we were a bit nervous at first. I didn't want us to waste all the hard work for that reason. But as always, my playmates amazed everyone including me, as an audience now, with their performance. They truly lit up my heart and I was left with only one reason to be sad about: not being part of this success. I was in tears, not knowing whether to be happy for the victory or sad for the injury. The whole incident was shocking and perplexing and I was busy trying to get my head around it.
The day before the tournament, I had a feeling something was going to happen but I had no clue how. I knew that because I pray every night before our tournaments to Allah asking him to protect us from injuries but this time I did pray more than usual as if I knew it would happen. So the whole incident was overwhelming considering a lot of factors. The first thing I spoke after I was able to, was "الحمد الله" while the girls were carrying me outside off the field to the outline.

The struggle

The most challenging thing for me on that day was to fully control my tears. It was not because I could not bear the injury, but rather, I felt like I was a huge plastic bag filled with water. And it was pinned to the ground, too heavy to move. So I put my finger on the hole to stop the leakage but whoever was near my figure and was able to move it a bit, it leaked again. Until I managed and I was calm again. We spent the rest of the day as we usually do. We ate together then it was time to head back to Cairo. I slept the whole way back. And before we arrived I called my friend to come and pick me up, I didn't want to worry my mum. My friend said, let's go right away to the hospital and we did. I did my scans and it appeared to be a broken ankle. We spent 4 hours in the hospital that night. I called my mum and it wasn't easy to calm her down. Finally, I arrived home with the scans, my ankle in a splint, doctor's prescription and doctor's shocking words: " you need a surgery". Of course, I could not sleep well that night because it was not comfortable to sleep in the same position the whole night. Moreover,  I had no got a crutch yet. So I had to hop to go anywhere. The next step was to tell dad about what happened, my dad works abroad, and to start asking more seasoned doctors about my case. A week went by and all the doctors I have visited said the same thing: a surgery is a must. I have not only broken a bone in the ankle but due to the complete tear of the main outside ligament of the ankle, two bones have been separated. To be put back to position, they needed screws. Hearing the news from the first doctor I have visited was like a slap in the face. I had hope that I can recover without an operation.  All I know about surgeries was only through " Grey's Anatomy."   I did not know what to expect? What should I do? I knew nothing. I started watching the surgery online. I started calling the doctor frequently and he was horrible on the phone, I wanted him to reassure me about whatever I am asking about but he did not care to do it. My sister told me you do not look like you need reassurance plus you know he was busy. And he was.  He has actually become our family doctor now because we have been dealing with him since my sister was a swimmer.

The surgery

Day in day out. It's surgery day already. I am fasting. We are all up early ready to go. One of my teammates joined me on such day. Everything was peaceful we had a photoshoot before the surgery with the ball. Our rugby ball. And then the nurse asked me to start changing to get ready for the surgery. I sat in a wheelchair and the nurse pushed me. Then I had my time, asking Allah for the best. Everything seemed more quite now as I entered the surgery room. First time to see the doctor in scrubs as I always went to his clinic for just soft tissue injuries. I felt so small and the room was too big. They helped me up to lay on the bed. And as the nurse injected a needle for a liquid to maintain my blood pressure during the surgery she asked me if I would want to sleep through the whole surgery or have an anaesthetic which wouldn't let me feel my whole legs while the doctor is working. I chose not to sleep. The doctor started and I felt nothing " الحمد الله" I started talking to the anaesthetic doctor while I saw on the x-ray screen, the screws put right through my bones. It wasn't as horrible as it sounds. Imagine it as an X-ray scan but with screws. I looked at the time, almost an hour has passed now. I can imagine how mum is worried about waiting outside, so I asked the nurse if she can tell her that I am okay. Finally, time flew and I was taken out to the guest room resting until the anaesthetic effect runs out.
So I can go home safely. I was very hungry.
My teammate and sister went to get some food and coffee as the doctor said it would help with waking me from the anaesthetic effect. A few hours later, I felt my leg again and it was time to leave the hospital and go home.

It's coming to an end)


I thought I was fine, and I was physically fine considering, I just had a surgery. Until I was faced with my basic needs as a human being. I wasn't able to go to the bathroom on my own; I could not actually sit and it started bothering me very much. And I knew I didn't want to be left alone with my thoughts. I was moved to tears when my friends started to leave and this made it hard for them. They had their lives to keep going with. So I calmed down and they were able to leave in peace. I, on the other hand, started fighting all my bothering thoughts and I was trying to force my normal life thoughts back but it doesn't work that way. All of a sudden I had a breakdown, I cried my heart and lungs out. My mum was frightened but my sister understood that I needed to let it all out. Finally, it was bedtime; I just hoped to be able to sleep. But the pain reliever effect was gone and I couldn't take another dose until sunrise. It was a very cold night for me. I couldn't sleep a minute because of the severe pain I felt in my ankle. My sister wasn't able to sleep either because of me that night. She had to assist me each time I needed to go to the bathroom and I shouldn't lower my leg under any circumstances, I wouldn't bear the pain anyways. The anaesthetic made me very thirsty; I kept drinking all night and of course, I had to go to the bathroom. Imagine you are fast asleep and exhausted from the day then someone wakes you up at around 3 am. Plus you know that someone is not okay so you wake up abruptly. It's something you don't want. This was repeated about 4 times during the night. A few hours later, I finally could take a pain reliever, daytime has arrived with better vibes and try again breeze. Everything felt better. Days have passed, pain has diminished, and my appetite was coming back to normal. I finally started to get some food in my system. A week flew by, I went for the first visit to the doctor after the surgery. He checked the surgical cut, everything seemed fine. And we agreed to visit again next week. I felt way better, way lighter. I am starting to feel me again until I met someone who had a car accident and he came out of it with complete leg paralyzed. I was grateful that my only challenge was not being able to play the sport I love for a couple of months. He also gave me more positive energy and reassurance. If he can go on with his life and he's paralyzed, I definitely can do way more. Things are getting better for me now, towards several things I was trying to plan lately and I believe it's only because Allah has planned for it.

الخميس، 15 مارس 2018

وحش الفيزياء


This guest post is written by Dr Laila Elghalban, assistant professor of Linguistics, Khafr Elshiekh University and my dear friend




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ستيفن هوكينج ووحش الفيزياء


بقلم د. ليلى عبد العال الغلبان

أستاذ اللغويات ورئيس قسم اللغة الإنجليزية بكلية الآداب جامعة كفر الشيخ

فقدت الإنسانية اليوم واحدا من ألمع علماء الفيزياء على مر العصور، العالم البريطاني الفذ ستيفن هوكينج، صاحب نظرية إشعاع هوكينج الشهيرة، والعديد من النظريات الأخرى.
و يعد هوكينج مثالا ملهما واستثنائيا على المستويين الإنساني والعلمي، فبرغم إصابته في صدر شبابه بمرض ألزمه قعيدا
 طوال حياته، و أتي على الكثير من قدراته حتى قدرته على الكلام، إلا أن الله سبحانه وتعالى قد وهبه عقلا منيرا وبصيرة نادرة جعلته يواصل العطاء ويسطر اسمه كواحد من أشهر علماء الأرض.

و  يرتبط هوكينج  لدى بالفيزياء التي حرمنا حبها بفعل  الطريقة التي تدرس بها وأصبحت تمثل وحشا ضاريا لنا ولأبنائنا، تحطم الأحلام وتحول دون بلوغ الأمنيات. فقد تحول العلم الذي يدرس الطبيعة داخلنا و من حولنا  إلى مادة جافة مصمتة أحالته إلى بحر مخيف قاس يموج بالقوانين والرموز والعمليات التي تضربنا وتكاد  تردينا فنفر منه طلبا للنجاة. و حينئذ نكون قد حرمنا قسطا كبيرا من معرفتنا بأنفسنا وبالعالم والكون الذي نعيش فيه، وهو بالقطع  ما يؤثر سلبا على رؤيتنا للعالم وتعاطينا معه و يحد من منجزاتنا فكرية كانت أم مادية،  وهو ما يحدد مكانتنا تحت الشمس.

كان هوكينج يؤمن بأن الفيزياء يجب أن تصل إلى رجل الشارع وألا تظل حكرا على العلماء والباحثين و الدارسين، و أن تشق طريقها خارج المعامل وقاعات الدراسة والمؤتمرات، وأن تجد لنفسها مكانا بين الاهتمامات القرائيةلغير المتخصصين في الجرائد والمجلات والمواقع. ولذا فقد ألف كتبا بيعت منها ملايين النسح، وعندما أتيحت رسالته للدكتوراه للجمهور على الإنترنت، لاقت تهافتا من عموم المستخدمين الذين ربما لم يستطع الكثير منهم فهم الكثير مما ورد فيها، ولكنه الهوس بهوكينج  الذي ولد هوسا مماثلا بالفيزياء.

  ظهر هوكينج أيضا في العديد من البرامج والمناسبات مطلا منها على عموم الجماهير، وألهمت قصة حياته الخارقة  عالم السينما والدراما، فزاد تعلق الناس به وخاصة الشباب والأطفال في كل أنحاء العالم. فقد أحبوه هو والفيزياء معا.

إننا هنا أيضا بحاجة ماسة إلى من يأخذ بأيدينا نحو فهم مبسط  للعلوم، و لدينا علماء أفذاذ قابعين داخل معاملهم وبحوثهم. نطلب منهم أن يصلوا إلينا لنضئ معا جوانب معتمة من حياتنا على هذه الأرض ونقضي سويا علي الوحوش الضارية التي خلقتها الطرق التي تدرس بها العلوم، لعل حياة هوكينج و رؤيتة  والإرث الإنساني والعلمي الثري الذي خلفه يلهمنا جميعا ويستنهض هممنا لنشر حب العلم والعلماء والعمل الدؤوب والخلاق مهما كانت التحديات.

لنبني مزيدا من الجسور بين العلم والمجتمع.

منديل رضوى عاشور.... هبة وضاح



This guest post is written by my friend Heba Waddah, assistant lecturer of English language and literature, Mansoura University


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رأيت المنديل وتذكرت أستاذتي رضوى عاشور - رحمها الله - وتأكد لي معنى الحديث الشريف " إذا مات ابن آدم انقطع عمله إلا من ثلاث: صدقة جارية وعلم ينتفع به وولد صالح يدعو له.. رحلت وتركت الثلاث في منديلها المعقود.. كانت قد ذكرت أنها توقفت عن الكتابة لفترة ما من حياتها وكانت قد فقدت الشغف والجدوى ولكنها عادت للكتابة حينما أيقنت أن من سيفتح منديلها المعقود بعد انقضاء أجلها لن يجد الكثير وهي لن ترضى بذلك.. و قد كان. انبهرت بها كروائية فتخصصت في المجال.. استمعت للغتها العربية الفصيحة في محاضرات النقد والأدب المقارن فتسلطنت.. وأظهرت الود والاهتمام والتعاطف مع فتاة أتت من الأقاليم للعاصمة لرؤيتها والتعامل معها وجهاً لوجه ولايبقى في الذاكرة سوى الإنسانيات في منديل معقود مطرز بالعلم والأدب.
This guest blog is written by Dr Hala Owidat, lecturer of English language and 
literature, Faculty of Education Mansours University and my dear friend





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كانت الوحيدة بين نساء العائلة التي يسمح الرجال لها بحضور مجلسهم قويةحكيمه جميلة فإذا دخلت عليهم قاموا واذا تكلمت انصتوا بيدها منديل رجالي أبيض كبير اذا ما ناقشوا قضية ما وأرادت الرفض لم تتكلم ولكنها ترفع منديلها فتربط به رأسها وتقول بدلع الاثني "يقطع الصداع وسنينه"وبالطبع يصدر قرار مجلس العائلة بعدم الموافقة...بالإجماع