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			<title>Shifting the paradigm</title>
			<description>on religion and accepting the other</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrAG/293732/</link>
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			<title>Between Goodness and Evil</title>
			<description>Some thoughts on how we define right and wrong</description>
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			<title>A trip to the zoo</title>
			<description>Notes on Cairo zoo</description>
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			<title>In the search for my soul</title>
			<description>About the search of the reason why we are here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrAG/287821/</link>
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			<title>About Islam and Christianity</title>
			<description>About fundamentalism and religion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrAG/287818/</link>
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			<title>The good old days</title>
			<description>An article about how people see themselves, others and time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrAG/287816/</link>
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			<title>My Village</title>
			<description>Back in 1950.. a man came to our village every month in the same time.. he has many small colored toys that always made me follow him through the streets. But my parents knew him from the big uncolored things he would bring from Cairo. my mother would spend hours choosing from his goods. And dad w..</description>
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			<title>She just said dad</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;she just dad&amp;quot;.. I say to my wife... &amp;quot;No she hasn't&amp;quot; rolling her eyes she answers..&amp;quot;But...&amp;quot; she interrupts me saying: &amp;quot;honey, she won't say anything till a year.. ok?&amp;quot;.. &amp;quot;I know but maybe&amp;hellip;..ok&amp;quot;...again my thoughts drift to the bills.. ..</description>
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