Suffocation Nation

SPACE INVADERS

I get frustrated when a guy
Don’t speak his mind,
But at the same time –
I get suffocated when a guy
Reveals too much.

I want the guy
Who stays away,
But those guys that
sway too close –
I want on the next flights
Out to Bombay.

So how do you persuade a girl like me?

Just play it straight until my mind is made.

Don’t get in my face every day
Or try to contact me every hour
The irritance will only make me want
To erase your name.
The essence of you will grow cold
And sour

Let me miss you
And crave your voice
Just don’t be pushy
And try to force
My choice

Give yourself a chance –
To make way into
My wildest and wettest
Dreams

Because only when you’re faraway

I can feel what your absence
Really means.

=Blue Panther=
SPACE INVADERS” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008-2009. All rights reserved.

Around the World in 80 States


THE DREAM:
Grand Circumnavigation World Cruise (on permanent loop)

Los Angeles → Cross The Equator → Nuku Hiva → Papeete → Moorea → Bora Bora → Cross International Dateline → Rarotonga → Bay Of Islands → Auckland → Cruise White Island → Picton → Akaroa → Lyttleton (Christchurch) → Port Chalmers (Dunedin) → Hobart, Tasmania → Sydney → Melbourne → Adelaide → Albany → Fremantle (Perth) → Exmouth → Padang, Bali → Manila → Shanghai → Hong Kong → Chan May (Hue) → Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) → Singapore → Penang (Pulau Pinang) → Phuket → Colombo → Cochin → Mumbai (Bombay) → Abu Dhabi → Doha → Dubai → Fujairah → Muscat → Salalah → Safaga (Luxor) → Aqaba (Petra) → Sharm El Sheikh → Suez Canal Transit → Alexandria (Cairo) → Rhodes → Bodrum → Istanbul → Kusadasi (Ephesus) → Giardini Di Naxos, Taormina → Sorrento → Civitavecchia (Rome) → Ajaccio → Barcelona → Cadiz (Seville) → Funchal → Hamilton → Ft. Lauderdale

I want to live eternally on a boat. Never stagnant. Always exploring, learning, reflecting, creating, initiating, vibrating, collaborating. To go wherever life takes me without a care if the boat sinks or not. To be liberated and fearless and free to hustle as I roam. Not tied down, restricted, bored, mentally enslaved, trashed, and taxed to my grave.

I’m going to to do it. Keep doing it. Create, vibrate and scribe along the way. There is nothing in life that provides more food to the soul, eyes, and mind – than to travel. It is the only thing in the world that I think is worth investing in. If you can’t afford a trip around the world, break it down and do it step by step. Forget about your gadgets, toys and accessories. Travel any chance you get to go somewhere new. You never know what fate will have in store for you, what you will learn, or who you will meet. Take a journey. Expand your mind. With it comes an awareness that is priceless.

-S.K


The predictable leads to stagnation, boredom and depression. The unpredictable is always a stimulating adventure. We were created to keep lifting (the mind), not to stay constant and in repeat. Get out there and feel the fire of living.

Happy New Year From Blue Panther

Congrats! You made it through yet another year of hustle and you’re still standing, breathing, and dreaming. Infinite blessings for the new year and may you finally discover your spiritual calling in the insightful journey which awaits you up ahead. Keep your head up and continue to evolve.

~The Queen B.

Belgian Chocolates

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Here are a couple of photos my friend Olivier sent me months ago that I just stumbled upon fresh. He and his homie Bizzy Biz both run streetwear companies out of Belgium mostly geared for men and kids. To get me down into their threads, Oliver aka Ofcors, modeled the female tees he had printed up for me. This clan is comprised of some of my most favorite brothers on the planet to date. Naturally, naturally slick. So slick. Oh so slick. And oh so sweet. So so sweet.

-BP

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7 Streaks Bright and Rising

Suzy Kassem

Blue Panther’s Mantra

The Egyptian

Has Risen

With one mission

And one vision

To heal the world’s condition

United in love

With no division.

In addition,

I’m here to subtract

All the corrupt supervision

From venomous politicians

Raping Mother

Earth

Into submission

So, let’s light up the ignition

To the 7th superstition

And stop the evil forces

From spreading lies through sedition

No more controlled radio,

Poisons in our foods,

Nor hidden messages

In our kiddies’ televisions.

And that’s the decision

From the highest order

I ain’t kiddin.’

Truth has been overwritten

By suspicious chickens

Acting publicly like kittens

So why sit and wait to be bitten?

— Stop, look, and listen. —

How we livin’ just ain’t livin.

We may win an unjust war

But its only the snakes

That are truly winning.

So instead of lippin’, spittin’

Bitchin’ and grinnin’,

Let’s synergize and form

The tightest of all coalitions.

A brand new edition

Free from competition

And senseless repetition.

And no negative opposition

From shady cats and fallen women.

Blue Panther’s intuition

Marks the last of the

7 ancient metaphysicians

So what’s the hold up?

And what’s the decision?

Let’s load up

And spread the knowledge

And hit ‘em

With the supernatural

Ammunition.

Fuck the system and all these wars

Over money and religion

While the poor children of the world

Are dying from bullets and

Malnutrition.

Seven

Seven

Seven

Seven

Seven

Seven

The Egyptian has risen.

777

=Blue Panther=
“SEVEN STREAKS BRIGHT AND RISING” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved.


Thank You


God, I know the most beautiful people. Thank you for putting them on my path and surrounding me with light. Thank you for keeping the dark shadows away from me and blessing my journey with the love and guidance of slick compassionate angels that can rock city pavements from east to west, my tried and true, wise and cool. Without them, I’d have no foundation. Amen.

-S.K

Dopey and the Doe

I swear this time. This is the cutest, CUTEST thing I have ever seen in my life. If I saw this deer somewhere and the coast was clear, I’d grab it and put it in my pocket or my purse. If I was wherever that dude is that is holding it, I’d have asked to hold the baby and then taken off running with it. Call me a kidnapper or what the fuck but I’m sure that dude, with what looks like a rifle club ring on his pinky, shot Bambi’s mother for it to be even chilling outside of its natural environment like that.

2009 is the Year of Greatness

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2009 is the Year of Greatness and Discovery. You will run into many trials and revelations and you will undergo long periods of reflection. It’s a year of self and world discoveries and each and every one of you will evolve more in 2009 than you ever have in the past 5 years.

Now is the time to assess your skills and merits and discover how to make them valuable towards contributing to the world and in your communities. The Year of Greatness is not about revealing what makes us so great individually, but more about learning how you can make the world a greater place for all of us.

Be great in every measure. Now is your time to discover how you can really make a difference and model that light and truth onto others. This will be a year about revealing and sharing your spiritual greatness with the world.

Just spread your wings, let your heart flow, tell the world what you know, and watch that vibe grow.

Dissect, detect, and reflect…your inner best.

-Suzy Kassem aka Blue Panther

One For My Brothers

YA SALAAM YA SALAM

Ya chabab ya chabab!
Alimu il adab!

Bit igru wara il shaytan
Wa nisitu al Islam.

Ya chabab ya chabab!
Islam gay min kalam
El salam
Mish min il fadeha,
Il esrar,
Wa il seret il ahlam.

Ya chabab ya chabab
Gayili ishal
Il alim be moot odamkout
Wa intu maghadareen zay il tamsal.

Ya chabab ya chabab!
Balood il Arabe wa il helal!

Omokoum wahad-

Wa into akhwat
Ya Ayal!
Ya ayal!

Omou —
Ya Ayal.

Khoudu balkoum min baad
Wa saadu il naas…
Opfu ma baad
Wa mekhaloush ayahad ey das.

~Suzy Kassem
Il Bint batah zamman…
Ya gipse! Ya waad il Masri.

=Blue Panther=
“YA SALAAM YA SALAM” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved

WasSsup WasSsup?



So I grabbed a dozen of cakes from a local bakery called HORUS SWEETS. It surprises me that in a country proud of its ancient culture, that the copywriter or designer didn’t even bother to invest 2 minutes to confirm the spelling of one of the most prominent names in Egyptology. Notice how it’s spelled differently twice on the package. Egyptians are like that though – laidback. Way, way laidback about everything. I ain’t one to talk either in the grammar department. Nah’ mean?

WasSsup WasSsup?

Back In Alexandria












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Taken yesterday. I really, really love this place. It’s Miami, Barcelona, Rome, and Cairo put together in a blender. So much beautiful decay against the contemporary. So much history and amazing architecture everywhere you go. You see those whitish tannish buildings facing the water…my family owns a few of them. I live on the top 14th floor of the one facing the water. You can see everything from there and when I wake up, I have a huge wall window in front of me that makes it feel like I’m sleeping on top of the sea. I see all the greens, turquoise, and all hues of blues and marine. It’s so serene. My favorite body of water and my favorite place for the best vibe and energy. Alexandria.

Paradise On Earth










By far, one of the most beautiful heavens on this earth is Moorea. That is one place I wouldn’t mind just staying there by myself for the rest of my life. So many friends of mine have been to Maui this year. Every time someone tells me they are off somewhere, it’s always Hawaii it seems. Change it up. You guys need to go to Tahiti, man. That place is nirvana for me. You will fucking love it.

Khan Il Khailily


Welcome to Khan Il Khailily, my favorite marketplace in the entire world. It’s located in the heart of Cairo right in front of Al Azhar Mosque.

Here you will find a giant labyrinth holding twisting alleyways, side roads, and never ending mazes featuring colorful goods of all sorts. Of course, there’s the touristy merchandise like Tut on everything and pyramids of all sizes, but if you cut through the back and run along the native markets, you’ll find just about anything you can imagine for cheap.

I spend hours and days on end here. I go every year and so far have been there over 30 times in this year alone. The Mother of all Bazaars is packed with tons of cool shit, and I shop mostly for silver, spices, lamps, rugs, and sometimes sneakers.

Everything in Khan Il Khailily is jacked up at least 70% if you take the tourist lane. Meaning, the place is really called El Hussein to natives, so if you take a cab and say Khan Il Khailily, prepare to pay more for everything. Tourists don’t know that all around the KK area are additional markets woven into each other. There is much more than meets the eye. Every alley caters to something specific (gold, hookahs, rugs, spices, bellydance stuff, cures and herbs, clothing, home stuff, paintings, musical instruments, wholesale goods, lighting, wedding banquet decor…etc). Anything you can think of, they got an alley just for it.

So knowing you are walking into a tourist pit, how do you prevent paying quadruple the price for something you want? Simple. Learn to haggle 70% down right away to show you know the game. Second, all sellers will persuade you into their stores with smiles. The trick of the game is that YOU should be the one leaving the store with a smile, not them. If they are smiling or offering you tea, coffee, a smoke, or soda, know you are in the process of buying in their favor.

For example, I’m walking by a store window and a necklace catches my eye. It’s one of a kind and I know I have to have it. First, I don’t show how much I want it. Never show that. Second, I let him quote me whatever he wants for it after he weighs it, then I take off 90% and offer him that. He’ll laugh and say I’m crazy. I’ll tell him I know I must be for considering buying a piece of junk. If it’s silver, I’ll say it weighs like nothing, tarnishes fast, or will turn my hands green. In other words, it’s crap silver. I know my silver too. Third, if he’s stubborn, I’ll try on 50 things until I’ve exhausted him. So then I go back to what I initially wanted and at that point, he just wants me to buy anything even if there is only a buck profit in it for him. And like that, I get what I want. To prove it, the vendor never smiles when I walk out the door. Only I do.

I’ve been buying silver there for almost 20 years. Surely, I’ve mastered the game by now. You can meet Mustapha below. I snagged a heavy necklace from him for 11% of what he quoted me. It’s all real silver, lapis, turquoise, and coral and an exact replica of the one worn by Tut, except mine ain’t gold. Its value is in the thousands and only 3 were made in silver, one in gold. In a few years if I decide to sell it, and there still IS a market for silver, I’ll make at least 12 times what I paid for it, even anywhere else in the world – now. Where will I wear it? I have no fucking clue. Most likely I’ll save it for my funeral. I’m sure Mustapha would love to come to that.













Drink Up the Best Writers and Thinkers


There is a lot of Truth and gold to be found in these timeless and timely books. Grab 2 or 3 for loved ones.

1. Akhenaten: Dweller in Truth by Naguib Mahfouz2. Fountain of Fire by Rumi3. The Words of Peace: Selections from the Speeches of the Winners of the Nobel Peace Prize by Irwin Abrams4. The Merck Manual of Medical Information

5. The Eye of the Prophet by Khalil Gibran

* Get the medical manual. It’s what doctors all look at when they leave you in the room and disappear for half an hour.

– Suzy Kassem

The Verdict


“Know that, Truth sees through bullshit. So if you can’t handle looking at Truth, then you must be one of the Devil’s culprits.”

-Suzy Kassem aka Blue Panther 777
* Photo contributed by Luke Bohnett

Bitterness Eats Away At Fruits

I have this childhood friend named Leslie, and for privacy’s sake I’ve changed her name. Now, every time I see Leslie or talk to her on the phone, she always has to bring up news on this actress I don’t know much about nor do I care to hear about. Yet, to Leslie it has become an obsession, a bitter and negative obsession.

“Did you see what she was wearing on the cover of the magazine?”
No. Don’t care.

“Can you believe that whore got plastic surgery?”
No. Don’t care.

“She was so ugly in her latest movie. Did you see it”?
No. Don’t care.

“Can you believe what she said in that interview”?
No. Don’t care.

Leslie talks about this actress with concealed hatred, envy and evident jealousy that it surprises me that she even devotes time to indulge in everything and anything this actress is doing. With the billions of beautiful women embracing the earth, why is she so concerned with this one in particular? Why does she always have to say bitter things about her every time I connect with her? What happened to the old Leslie I knew? Who the hell is this ugly and bitter beast who is so infatuated by someone she doesn’t even personally know?

Welcome to the Fruitsof the world. Bitterness eats away at their flesh revealing only an ugly core. Leslie is just one of plenty and can be taken for male or female. I can no longer talk to her because I have better ways to spend my time and would rather devote any sort of talk to more meaningful issues. Unfortunately, those kind of issues are outside her world. Bitter people are immediately crossed off my list of associations even if they are my own family members. They somehow pull a veil of darkness over my eyes and insert shadows in places I find contentment.

I have lots of friends like Leslie that always snicker at the same things repetitively. If it ain’t truthful, then I don’t want to hear it. If you are going to constantly whine and pull people apart, then you probably ought to look in the mirror and see your own faults, because only an insecure person who is uncomfortable in their own skin would constantly demean others. If there is no truth to it, it’s jealousy. And I would rather hang out with Richard Simmons, than a jealous and bitter person. There is simply no light to them.

Beware of those who talk to you about others, for they surely also talk about you to others. Remember that. The same way Leslie plucks her actress apart, I’m sure that grain of envy is also going to shoot me with the evil eye if I was dressed up to play a part in a movie too. Or dressed up and/or successful – period. If the seed of envy is evident in someone, don’t think for a minute that just because you are their family member, best friend, or the love of their life that you are protected from their wrath. It don’t work like that with Fruits. A confident woman finds no other woman around her threatening. An insecure woman will feel threatened by Janet Jackson in a bee suit. And there is nothing more annoying, more pesty, and ugly than an insecure man or woman.

Jealousy and envy thrive in the words of haters when the object of their hatred has a lifestyle, characteristics, skills, personal traits, and/or a successful business or career they can only dream of possessing for themselves. If someone is spiteful towards you for no reason, take it as a compliment. You are not a threat to somebody if there is nothing of competitive value in your composition. Believe it. The more enemies you have, and you only walk the straight line, know that you are closer to Truth than the majority. That’s the first sign. And also, the more people step back from you, and you don’t know any of them, know your name is really getting out there and that’s it’s only intimidation that is making them behave that way so be proud of it.

People who hate on others are too busy groping and watching the object of their hatred thrive, while they remain in stagnation, still watching and becoming even more bitter. Eventually those people fail to find peace of mind, always wallowing in what other people are doing and then comparing their failure with the success of those they hate. They become negative, demented, unpredictable, moody, and flip-floppy. Eventually their obsession begins to eat them up and turn them into somebody you don’t recognize anymore. They stop doing the things they did and that light that initially drew you to them gets covered up by ugly flies picking away at their distorted fruit. Overtime, those Fruits will ripen to become even more negative with age and will rot in their own misery – alone and in isolation. Nobody wants to be around negative and miserable old people. Nobody wants to be around miserable jealous young people either. Like attracts like. If you see nothing wrong with the negative brews concocted by your friends, then you must be negative too.

To the fruits:
Pour some sugar into your hearts and find the beauty within yourselves for there is beauty in everyone, and then you will find that people will be more anxious to pluck you from your trees. Everybody has a unique set of skills and perhaps Leslie’s actress has an amazing body, but you, you my friend, have an amazing set of eyes.

-Suzy Kassem

I Am I

WHO AM I?

I have seven heavenly panels

Leading up to a pointed sphere

I’m multidimensional like a crystal

But my center is never clear.

I’m an inventor and pioneer.

A mentor to my peers.

But I’m not as sound as my shell reveals,

Because I’ve been  tormented by my fears

That may appear to be grounded

But my insides are filled with tears

And the sadness is well-founded

From

Years and years

Of traumatic experiences

Compounded

In the most demented

Atmospheres.

I talk but feel like nobody hears

Has reason disappeared?

And, God, are you near?

This is Giza’s 7th light force

And I’m asking you to interfere.

I can no longer walk amongst the blind and dead

With open eyes and ears.

I’m trying to maintain my sanity

And to straighten up my veneer

As I roll amongst the growing calamities

Flowing on Earth’s severely trashed

Frontier.

=Blue Panther=
WHO AM I? by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved

I Am I



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WHO AM I?

I have seven heavenly panels

Leading up to a pointed sphere

I’m multidimensional like a crystal

But my center is never clear.

I’m an inventor and pioneer.

A mentor to my peers


But I’m not as sound as my shell reveals

Because I’m tormented by my fears

That may appear to be grounded

But my insides are filled with tears

And the sadness is well-founded

From

Years and years

Of traumatic experiences

Compounded

In the most demented

Atmospheres.

I talk but feel like nobody hears

Has reason disappeared?

And, God, are you near?

This is Giza’s 7th light force

And I’m asking you to interfere.

I can no longer walk amongst the blind and dead

With open eyes and ears.

I’m trying to maintain my sanity

And to straighten up my veneer

As I roll amongst the growing calamities

Flowing on Earth’s severely trashed

Frontier.

=Blue Panther=
WHO AM I? by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved

The Taxi Man Can

This year, my worst enemies were cab drivers across the many countries I visited. With my experiences, I share these words of wisdom.

Never get into a taxi, if they don’t have a properly functioning meter. If they don’t have one, ask him for the price of the trip before you even get in. Then if they have a meter, go a block and see if it’s working like a saint. If it ain’t, get out right away.

In Morocco, I jumped into a cab by myself to take me to a market to check out these lights I was considering buying. I had made the same trip back n’ forth several times over a three day period. The lamps I wanted were super huge and I knew transporting them to Spain, back to America, or Egypt was going to be a hassle. So I kept going to the market changing my mind over and over again. I knew the cab rate by heart, so when I stepped into a cab and saw the meter spinning over at super rapid speeds, I knew I was about to get scammed, and Suzy ain’t one to let anybody scam her. No, ma’am and no way, Jose.

So this meter was spinning over like a jackpot machine in Vegas, and I ain’t fucking kidding. I asked the guy whether his meter was working properly and he said yes. Go figure. I was about to pay 22 times more than the usual. So when the cab pulled up in front of the hotel, I told him it was the wrong one and to pull up another two blocks further. Then when he stopped, I got out of the car and bolted. Can you believe the guy, in his 50s to mid 60s, ran the fuck after me?

So I’m running down the street and he’s yelling, “Haramaya! Haramaya!” Thief. Thief. And he’s pointing at me on this super busy street making all heads turn. So I keep bolting and extend my hand pointing in the same direction, yelling the same thing, Haramaya! Haramaya! It confused the fuck out of everybody! People would look at me and I’d point that the “thief” was ahead of me and made it look like I was running after “it”. Little did they know that the real thief was the old bastard running behind me.

In Cairo, I jumped into a cab with busted windows. Even the knob that pulled down the windows wasn’t there. So I was sealed up in this smoky ride where the driver was obviously blazed on hash because its scent was so strong, and powder, because he kept slurping his hand up his nose. He had his Shabi music blasted to the max and was singing along like they were Christmas carols. We almost crashed into other vehicles at least 9 times. On top of that, he kept staring at me through the rearview mirror like I was Anna Nicole Smith. So I tell him to pull over because I wanted to get out. I feared for my life, man! Then he says in Arabic, “Go where? The party has just started”. Then he locks all the doors and slams the speed to over 100. To avoid traffic, he goes up the sidewalk and people are jumping and flying all over the place. He’s about to hit a car so he reverses and slams into another one. I can’t roll down the windows or open the doors. I had no idea where he was taking me because were going in the opposite direction. Then he pulls out a knife and has it horizontally hanging in his mouth and flashes me this wicked smile with gleaming eyes.

So instead of acting scared, I smiled back at him and motioned for him to turn down the music. I told him I liked his style and that he reminded me of an old boyfriend. He got excited. Then I asked if he had anymore blow on him, he said no but that he could get some. I told him I had been depressed and needed a drink and if he knew where we could get some. He got even more excited. We exchanged names and I told him I was getting away from my crazy family so I could breathe. He then told me how his dad left his mom penniless after he died. So I told him that my dad had also left my mom penniless after he died too. He then said his sister took off with a German guy. I told him that my sister had also taken off with a guy but he was Russian. He said his mother was a tailor working long hours and broke her back so he works double shifts. So I told him my mom cleaned houses and lost her vision so I too work more than I used to. And like that, we became friends. So then he asked what I did for work and I told him I worked for this casting agency in the States and that he would be perfect to play this drug dealer in a Deniro film. He got so happy I thought his eyes were going to pop out. I told him not to worry about a visa and that he would be paid $10,000 a day. He could barely control the wheel. He kept saying The Godfather was his favorite movie.

I told him that we should go to a bar or a club and talk about it some more, but first I needed cigarettes. He says he has some but I told him I only smoked L&Ms otherwise my lungs would bleed. So he pulled over to this convenience market and is about to get out and get them for me. Innocently, I tell him he is my guest and my new star and to let me buy us the cigarettes and some munchies too, because I said I had just blazed too and that in the meantime, to call up his contact to get us some blow. I said I wanted 200 dollars worth and that I’d pay in cash. He was thrilled! He opens the door for me from the outside like I’m some kind of queen. I go into the store and right away ask the owner if there was a back door because this crazy drugged up cab driver wanted to rape and kill me. He asks me where he is and I point him out. He points to a door for me to disappear out of and I turn to watch him signal to three other men vending fruit across the street and they all head towards the cab. It’s then that I bolt off.

In Senegal, I had just gotten off a plane and am standing outside trying to decide which cab driver looked the safest. I had two bags with me and my camera bag was hanging safely under my arm. Right away, this tall scary looking fella pulls up in front of me and goes to grab my bags. In French, I tell him I was waiting for a ride but he was so insistent that I just gave in. As he drops me off and I go to retrieve my second bag that he put in the trunk, he drives off so fast before I could get it. I quickly took a picture of his license plate but it came out so blurry. Always make sure your bags are close to you. I should have known better because that same thing almost happened to me in New York. The bag he took had a large heavy Isis statue made of carved Lapis that I had wrapped in sweatshirts to give as a gift to a friend. No gold in there. But it was gold to me.

If you get into a cab and the driver won’t answer any questions and isn’t talkative like the rest, know that you are about to get ripped off. They do that so there isn’t a friendly vibe between the businessman and paying client. That way they won’t feel bad for jacking up the price. Driving cabs all day is lonely and boring, I’ve rarely met a cabbie who didn’t ramble throughout the ride. They like pointing out attractions or discussing politics and life. If you meet one that doesn’t, bounce.

I always haggle cab rates wherever and whenever I can. I’ve been in over 400 cabs in 2008, and the above mentioned were my most memorable experiences, not to say there weren’t others. I have my own driver now in Egypt named Ahmed. I pay Ahmed 20 pounds an hour which equals to less than 4 bucks an hour. He’ll drive me wherever I want to go, even between Cairo and Alexandria within the same day or to neighboring cities close to Alexandria which are like the Caribbean. The only problem with Ahmed is that now he’s begun to think he’s family. If I go to my favorite restaurant, Balbah, with some friends, it would be heartless of me to leave him outside in the car while we dined. So I invite him too. Now, it’s become unmanageable. Sometimes when I get into the car he’ll ask right away if I want to go to Balbah or Shaban, my other favorite place. Or he’ll ask how my friends are doing and request for their numbers. It’s my fault. There should always be a line between businessman and paying client. Not too far a line and not too much of a close one either.

It’s OK though when it comes to Ahmed. He hasn’t accepted payment for most rides now and has pretty much stopped charging me altogether…

Ever since I told him he was going to marry my sister.

-Suzy Kassem aka Blue Panther


Run! Run! As fast as you can. You can’t catch me, nor could a taxi man can.

Rezine 69




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121 grande rue de la guillotiere
69007 lyon france