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One day I was sitting in a coffee shop drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette
I daydreamed, closed my eyes, and took a visit to my memories
I daydreamed in how much this world is low and deceitful
And that the love people has is 90% deception
And this is not all I thought of, this is the summary of the summary
I actually thought of a time where I was lost and had a taste of defeat
Upon the saying of an old lady in our neighborhood ï¿½life is all about choosingï¿½
Hear this story from me and learn the moral
I donï¿½t have an account on Facebook. Listen to Mekky! Donï¿½t think that he who has an account in my name would be me!!
Try to get rid of him or stay away, get rid of him and donï¿½t believe him no matter that he tells you or swears to you or sends you my pictures
Leaving the house at night to get broad bean, yogurt, eggs, and bread... the official dinner in Egypt, of course, we all know it.
I met a boy who was not fully sober, from the poor neighborhood and his name was Nino.
With him was water and smoke and he joking around, what the..!
He told me, "Mekky, can I add you on Facebookï¿½
Me, and Ahmed Mu3tazz and Tareq and Bakbak and Emad, you do this to us! Uuhh here you go...!
Add us, add us
Mu3tazz and Tareq are not important, Ahmed and I are!
I told him ï¿½are you joking around or are you speaking seriously? For a long time between Facebook and I are a hundred barriers"
The last I had was Hi5 and maybe ICQ, but if you say you have Facebook then ill say Damn You!
He took me to his house by my hand so he would show me the origin of the subject... He opened Facebook and I saw it to be thirty fake accounts
They have put my picture, and written my name, and making themselves be me! And each one of them talks to thousands of people each year!
I would die to know what people are telling others using my name, itï¿½s a scary thing, put yourself in my place!
I still havenï¿½t recovered from the shock as Nino showed me another thing.. he opened a fan page that had over 100,000 fans
They wrote beautiful things that let my heart flutter and be happy.. Thank you to everyone who wrote something whether they be a lady or man
just as I was about to be extremely happy, the happiness went and I sat down angry
I felt that he who created the page was someone of no use
He took my identity, and he speaks like Daboor in the movie Morgan .. get a life man!
Your salad is baba ghanoush and have some vegetables as well
I searched, I read everything that person wrote, I found him to be an over exaggerator, on his page I wrote for every one that this person is a liar
He quickly erased what I wrote. He responded and said that I am a liar. Suddenly everyone got angry, all what was left was for them to throw their shoes at me
He cursed me, blocked me, and threw me out like a dog
may net on the natet for the entet
I looked more and I found many pages on the net in my name and every time I opened a page I found them to be filled with lies
Exclusive new using my own tongue and my relationship with the people as easy as the relationship of dollars with the lira
I donï¿½t know anything about them, we are not even connected by geographical area, may God cure them for these are sick people not only evil
Every hour there is an exclusive statement coming from me all filled with talks of art, personal news, and opinions on religion and politics
the weird thing is that I came to encounter many people who are old and smart who believe all the news and spread it around
So I took a long stand with myself and found the solution. I decided to announce in a song that I donï¿½t have an account or site
If any Mekki meets you on the net, tell him "Good night!"