Resurrection of Ancient Egypt 2012 Winners
The Forgotten Writers Story Award – Egypt
Though this is the first competition about this topic, and it was very challenging for the writers; both Egyptians and Non-Egyptians, we have received 30 submissions and the choice between them was a challenge itself. Through reading the stories I have felt a very profound spiritual connection between me and each writer. I am honored to introduce our 16 winners of the “Resurrection of Ancient Egypt 2012” ..
Mahmoud Mansi
Gintare Laurinaviciute, from Lithuania with her story: Anna and the Pharaoh
“I was a king with the crown of white and blue on the top of my head. My skin was as brown as the soil of the land that I am in charge of but eyes colored as the depths of Nile that gives food for me and my people. Attire of my body falls white and gold on my bear chest and shows my power given by God. I was a pharaoh in my dream. A king of name that enemies fear and people throughout the centuries will dream to be called. I was a pharaoh and in my real life I am nobody.” Anna and the Pharaoh
Kit Azzopardi, from Malta with his story: She Dreamt of Tomorrow
“It’s understood a woman’s for a man, and there are legends of talking clay and walking mud growing into flesh and bones and nails and teeth. I speak of morphing and coupling with the night…” She Dreamt of Tomorrow
Amel Mostapha, from Alexandria, Egypt with her story: Rami Baraka
“On his deathbed he ordered me to fetch from his closet an ornamented, very beautiful and a very heavy gold key, then looked me in the eye and made me swear not to let the secret he was about to tell me out. Then he passed away leaving me bewildered, confounded, and mournful. The next day after the funeral, I took care of my grandfather’s pet; a very rare two-headed Cobra, and went out for a walk while his voice echoes in my mind still.” Rami Baraka
Ahmad Fatthi, from Alexandria, Egypt with his story: The Shadow of History
“The pharaoh is a man who is willing to starve countless children to afford another useless commodity, a man who thinks he has transcended into a god but the fact is he has metamorphosed into a hideous demon.” The Shadow of History
Isabella Morris, from South Africa with her story: Blue Lotus Soliloquy
“I hate you; but how I have loved you. Why do you abandon me, Cleopatra? I would rather face a thousand men than face a life without you. I could wage war against a nation, but your contests were sweeter challenges. And now you have deserted me. Why did you choose to leave now?” Blue Lotus Soliloquy
Aya Sami, from Cairo, Egypt with her story: Beauty and the Beast
“All she could make out of his shape was the eye that looked at hers very deeply that she shivered. She held the Key of Life tightly, for a fragment of a second; she thought she should have kept the other pendant, for a falcon’s eye can protect her from a monster’s. But, it was not the time for wishing then.” Beauty and the Beast
Basma Fawzy, from Alexandria, Egypt with her story: The Queen of Cats
“The hands of death spared no one. They started falling one after the other. They were responsible for their plight as much as their pharaoh by their silence and obedience. Innocent blood was shed at the altar of glory and greed but there is always a time when it’s your blood that is shed at the altar of someone else’s altar of glory. And then all the gifts of the world wouldn’t spare you.” The Queen of Cats
Heidi Lessmann, from Germany with her story: Scrolls in the Dust
“I am a ghost, but no god and no man. I dwell between time and space. I am only part of the universe. It is my home…” Scrolls in the Dust
Sehjta Chandravansi, from India with her story: Divine Futurity
“Lack of food caused some to leave, others to dishonor the dead and loot their graves for food but the worst was yet to come. The ones who remained behind habitually ate human flesh and parents ate their young. As the earth conquered the sky, racket and screams filled the square which once was enchanted with music and laughter.” Divine Futurity
Carina Bastian de Souza, from Brazil with her story: The Dream
“The Pharaoh was sitting in the middle of the room, on a throne made of light, bright and polished granite, engraved with quartzite. As they approached him, the first thing that caught her attention were his brown, mysterious eyes and when she stared at them it happened: a deep and penetrating look, which lasted only for a split of a second, but enough to stop time and make all the world around disappear completely.” The Dream
Edna Yaghi, from the United States of America with her story: Memphis
“I am torn between my love for Neferet and the struggle for freedom. If I join the fight for freedom, the chances of ever marrying Neferet vanish. If I marry Neferet, then I will not join the ranks of freedom fighters. Every night Neferet appears to me in my dreams…” Memphis
Nihad Fottouh, from Cairo, Egypt with her story: The Naked Harper
“She knows her gods but dare not look at them, her heart is pure but her talent gets her into mischievous deeds, but this is to her, maybe the gods are more understanding of her drives than her to herself.” The Naked Harper
Enjy Maged Ashour, from Alexandria, Egypt with her story: Vain Illusions
“Helplessly, I watch those jackals rule my home, force themselves upon my people, suppress the fire of our burning souls and control all by their loud howls and merciless paws. I feel as powerless as a prey caught in a spider’s web, paralyzed by shock and venomous woe.” Vain Illusions
Tiia R. Junnonaho, from Finland with her story: The Unveiling
“Iris gets entangled in their moist web and drifts away. She watches the silver sands of time fall through her, descends the deepest oceans to feel all the waters ever shed in tears churn in her heart, testifies homo ludens to evolve into human bellicus until they became eternally entwined like a serpent biting its own tail, hangs her head with those once worshipped and now arcane, dies and is reborn in an endless kaleidoscope of truth, beauty and wisdom.” The Unveiling
Amira Helmy, from Alexandria, Egypt with her story: Levanah, A moon’s story
“She can’t fight back when fighting results in more repression. When speaking up is met with torturing and murdering. When a couple of people decided to take a stand and support Moses they were killed in the most awful methods. She saw it with her own eyes. She saw the sorcerers turning faithful; she saw the Pharaoh King’s irritation and frustration.” Levanah, A moon’s story
Samira Mohamed, from Cairo, Egypt with her story: A Servant’s Dream
“I smiled through the kiss and pictured our children running through the busy streets of the village with the gardens blossoming with all kinds of colorful flowers, the people friendly and kind, the sky as clear as the water we drink, and the future of Egypt being the same.” A Servant’s Dream
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