مونتيسوري مصر- تقدمها مروة رخا


Dear MAN

A fond farewell is due
for I am leaving you.
This time I know it is not about my temper
or my flighty untamable nature.
I know I was good;
I was caring and loving.
I fought my demons;
but a real man you were not.
Instead of the knight in shining armor,
just another jockey I got.
Here I am and there you are,
miles and miles of feelings apart.
I no longer dwell in your heart, 
and you no longer have a place in mine.

How funny! How ironic! When we first met I was certain that I have finally found my match. You were my equal. I was swept off my feet by your penetrating gaze and mesmerizing smile. I wanted to fly off the highest tower and land safely in your arms. It was as though I have been in love with you for all my life. I remember how my heart pounded every time I heard your voice. The woman that I am finally hugged the little girl trapped within me. We both greeted you hand in hand. I reached a point when I craved the scent of the palm of your hand and just the echo of your voice put a smile on my face. Time stopped! I had you. The past no longer hurt and the future no longer mattered; I knew then that I belonged with you. I was happy but you made me happier.

Then like a cursed princess who was doomed to fall, I realized that you were an illusion. I fell in love with a man who just looked like my long awaited prince-charming. Like everyone else you rejected me for who I am and for what I stood for. Like all the other frogs that I have kissed, you woke me up from my cinnamon-scented dream. We would meet and I would feel that it would be our last time. We would talk and I would feel that tomorrow we will run out of words. In a twisted way we would tango to an unspoken melody; you would pull me closer only to push me away until one night, I broke free. I let go of your hand. I am relieved.

Yes. I am breathing again. I loved you but I love myself more. My heart is sealed for I could never let you chip away from my happiness. I could not allow you to destroy the edifice inside of me. It was as though I scared you. My screen-less eyes showed more than you were willing to handle. There was a time when you brought out the best in me. My eyes sparkled with love, my smile radiated warmth, and I had the air of a very happy and satisfied woman. Then came a time when my youth seemed to wither and my spirit sank in depths of abandonment. I had to let go of your hand. You were pulling me down. You dragged me behind. You are not what I need. Goodbye.

Dear MAN … my dear MAN …

Deep into your beautiful eyes I look; 
I see nothing.
Between your poised words I listen; 
I hear nothing.
Through your sculptured face I gaze; 
There is nothing.

You look at my defeated face; 
You see nothing.
You hear my hollow words; 
You say nothing.
You reach out to me; 
But alas! You mean nothing.

Like a big transparent ball, 
You are made of nothing.
Like a wooden plaque on a wall, 
You reflect nothing.
Like a Greek statue in my hall, 
You feel nothing.

In the circle of nothingness we met, 
Talked for hours about nothing I bet, 
Have I not told you? Nothing will nothing beget.

Yours truly,


من هي مروة رخا؟
مروة رخا: موجهة مونتيسوري معتمدة دولياً من الميلاد حتى 12 عام. Marwa Rakha: Internationally certified Montessori educator from birth to 12 years.

بدأت “مروة رخا” رحلتها مع “نهج وفلسفة المونتيسوري” في نهاية عام 2011 بقراءة كتب “د. ماريا مونتيسوري” عن الطفل والبيئة الغنية التي يحتاجها لينمو ويزدهر. تلت القراءة الحرة دراسة متعمقة للفلسفة والمنهج مع مركز أمريكا الشمالية للمونتيسوري

“North American Montessori Center”