Thursday, 1 January 2026

هذياني ياني



هذياني ياني by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul


علشان نبتدي ألسنة الجديدة بكل هرتلة بدل الولولة. إنچوينت



اديله فالكوندنسر
بالخنصر أو البنصر
هتلاقيه بيطول ويقصر
هتلاقيه بيتكسر ويكسر

كمل عادي وكلم إستر
يا رب إستر
أللا مين السستر يا مستر؟
ديه ملكة البوليستر

لما يوڤي يلاعب إنتر
دوس فالسنتر علي Enter

بس إنتر يعني خش
والكومي أهو هيأش
بينا نلعب تحت الدش

البنّا اللعبي الألعبان
بني الحيط مصدع
فالصين كان أو فاليابان
اديلو بنادول ودول
لاجل ينعدل ويستربع

نقول حكواتي ياخواتي
دالfatty تخين ماتي
وإللي عايش لسه أتي
ده راجل سنوري يا كيتكاتي
مغنواتي عايش في قصصك وروايتي

نقول راوي قصص
يزوغ من الحصص
بعينه يبصبص
عالبرتقال المفصفص
وعالكلب اللي بيمصمص

طب نقول حاكٍ
نيك ناك شاك أتاك
واللا عيب المتحاك
إن مهما ترويه يرواك

ممكن نقول راوٍ
يا مستر ماو
واللا تشرب kakaw
أو أو أو

فالأخر مش مهم نقول إيه
ممكن نحط عليه
قبل ما ندلدله من رجليه
من غير لماذا ولا إزازة ولا ليه

وعجبي



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Monday, 29 December 2025

Reefer Reverie: An Ode



 
Reefer Reverie: An Ode To Mary Jane by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul


Badonkadonk, Baby
Ooh Badonkadonk

Look me straight in the eyes
Now take a hit from a bong
Can you feel the rhythm?
Can you taste my song
Dear Mary Jane, you so strong
30 years in the making
We been getting along
They made you illegal
Kept saying you’re wrong
Incarcerating plant lovers like a shlong in a thong
Now the industry’s regal
Licking edibles with your tongue 

Old or young
Ding-Dong Honky-Tonk
Short or long
Honky-Tonk Ding-Dong 
Enough with the stigma
We all belong

Aqualung, Baby
Ooh Aqualung.



*Peace-out selfie on the Nile before selfies or phones — taken on the morning after returning from L.A, August 1997. Those photos were usually called self-portrait. And the fresh-off-the-boat paraphernalia is the one mentioned in “ODing” on Weed in Funny Drug-Related Stories.


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Tuesday, 9 December 2025

OLS Reflections Oitenta e Cinco — The Irreverently Unfun Ones



OLS Reflections Oitenta e Cinco — The Irreverently Unfun Ones by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul



• Transcend all bullshit, especially your own. And while floating up there you can also transcend the social ladder: Choose to levitate.  



Getting massages for 30 years you come to notice an additional lesser-known benefit: It tends to keep you somewhat physically fit. Because getting naked around strangers inspires one to look at least presentable.

For nudists, this probably goes without saying. It follows that if getting fit is what you seek then simply become a nudist.  



If you love someone, set them free. If they don’t come back, they were never yours. If they do, set them on fire and see what happens. 



• Do you know that October is National Sarcastic Awareness Month? 

Now isn’t that a phenomenally useful bit of info.
 
On as less sarcastic note, sarcasm is a gift to and from humanity. It’s fun, witty, and it sparks creative thinking in oneself and others — despite remaining a foreign language to some. This communicating tool tends to improve social bonding. As an ironic speech act, sarcasm requires abstract thinking, likewise making it a catalyst for innovation and is therefore healthy for the mind.
 

With that, if I comment on your social media posts, I probably like you; if I comment with sarcasm, I most certainly do. If then you, too, reply back with sarcasm, let us maybe date.

Another less-celebrated benefit of sarcasm is that it can also makes you appear more tolerant... to the slow ones who miss it. Bwahaha 
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
 
 
 
• Man, there is nothing like waking up still pixilated after one of those wild nights that leave you looking like a Picasso the next day to find yourself sleeping next to a nameless woman — without having any idea how she got there, what happened, or why there is a man in full Ancient Roman military attire only with a unicorn hat stabbed in the neck with a wine opener. Could that be a sign to stop partying so wackily?, asking for a friend. 



• The few rare times I met someone who said they were a “chemist” the psychonaut in me instantly wanted to befriend them before possibly turning them on. 

As for that one anaesthesiologist schoolmate, I publicly asked him in the WhatsApp group if he could secure me some carfentanil* 
— an elephant tranquilliser that is 100 times more potent than deadly fentanyl and, wait for it, 10,000 times more potent than morphine. Dude! Why this exists? Veterinary medicine and super-large animals apparently. But of course humans will keep finding elaborate ways to kill themselves. 

I wonder how surprised the guy was of my knowledge of such rare and obscure substance, knowing it was some years back before even fentanyl becoming this threatening global phenomenon.

*On a way more serious note, Opiated Then Hatin’ It and Addiction Talk: My Correspondence With a 31-Year-Old Reader Before He Passed Away delve deeper into the topic. 



• You know the relationship is not going anywhere worth going whenever you would sometimes catch yourself shooting videos when together — usually in nature — while making sure not to include them in the frame. Thereby you don’t have to worry one day about editing or not being able to use certain parts. If or more likely when you happen to use the footage, your future self will not stop thanking you for having been such a nimble, astute, and thoughtful visionary. O’ to the unbearable beauty of true romance. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 



• While at a Café a couple of guys sitting nearby seemed very much engaged into whatever they were talking about. The more cheerful one asked the other about the reason why he looks rather sad. The one who looked down and out leaned over towards his friend sitting on the opposite side of the table to reply: 

Man, I was watching a porno movie in the bedroom when my girlfriend opened the door. It was even one of the extremes types; yeah don’t judge me.” 

Well, it happens. I did it with mine sleeping next to me in the same bed. We’re men with hormones. And most women are well aware of the fact.

Listening to this, I couldn’t help but remember when the ex of an incognito friend woke up to find him watching porn next to her in bed. She was slightly offended — that he didn’t wake her up instead — but it did pass. She even went back to sleep minutes after, which in retrospect seems like a telling indicator about the state of the relationship around that time. So yes I do concur that it does happen between couples. On the other hand there are those fun ones who enjoy watching together. 

Another flashback from earlier years is when the incognito friend was once awoken by a kick in the thigh. But why? A different lover had dreamt of him cheating on her. Uhu, a legit reason for such disturbing wake-up call — of course. 

Back to the Café to resume eavesdropping on the private conversation: Exhaling a visibly sad elongated sigh, the down man then leaned even more towards his buddy and said: “The door in the freakin’ movie.
🙃



• I’d love to have children one day. Two days max.


A legit reason to have a baby boy is to dress him in your favourite team’s jersey then go around telling people how much you’re proud of him because he just happens to cheer for the same team. We could call him Aaaron Llloyd and get him a pet lllama.  



• Say Cheese?!

A fellow psychonaut knew that the brain releases so much dopamine during an orgasm, a brain scan then resembles that of someone on heroin. So he would often have sex on heroin to double the bliss. Okay.

Then one day he came to find out that cheese contains an actual narcotic chemical, casein, which likewise triggers dopamine production in the brain and its opioid receptors. It thereby affects the reward system and induces cravings, similar to drugs like heroin and morphine. This can make cheese among other dairies [mildly] addictive. Personally, enjoying cheese and eggs was in fact the only reason I never ventured to go fully vegan.

Back to the anecdote, even though you probably know where it’s going — or maybe not — so I’ll carry on anyway. Inspired by the newly acquired knowledge, and in an effort to get triple-high, our oddball had the usual sex on heroin, then right before climaxing he took out a full block of Red Cheddar from under the pillow and bit right into it with his entire face. To the utter befuddlement of the woman and amid a wild variety of grunts, squeals, barks he reportedly had a 12-minute pig-like orgasm. It has been said over the grapevine that the commotion was so phenomenally loud that night, even the neighbours had to share a smoke afterwards before taking a shower. Absolutely true story, man, certainly no April Fools’.* Oink!

Strangely, or not really, “cheese” is a relatively new type of heroin that made an appearance about 20 years ago; it is a mix of [Mexican] black tar heroin and over-the-counter tablets containing diphenhydramine HCl, commonly Tylenol PM, and usually acetaminophen as well. Cheese is apparently prevalent in middle and high schools in the U.S, perhaps for obvious reasons. And like it’s less adulterated older sister, it has caused many deaths over the years. Oh well. Whoever came up with the name must have known about the aforementioned addictive properties of dairy products.

As for the guy, fortunately for him he eventually quit chasing opiates and did become vegan for a while. But then the cravings for cheese, the actual cheese, were too much to bear and he did go back to it. Can we blame him?

*Disclaimer: Do NOT try this at home… or anywhere else. For the deviant protagonist here could very well be a figment of my imagination [you never know with kids these days and all their mindless challenges].


**The below imagine is nacho cheesy.


OLS Reflections Oitenta e Cinco — The Irreverently Unfun Ones by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul



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Monday, 10 November 2025

Words I Made Up — The Twenty Second



Words I Made Up — The Twenty Second by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul



Following the latest in the series, Words I Made Up — The Twenty First, here is numero 22 with 10 new creations.  

Before we begin though, I would like to share with you that the total number of views of our One Lucky Soul blog here has surpassed One Million this last week. Starting in 2011 as some kind of experimental soft opening, still learning the abc, but it was early 2014 when I took OLS more seriously by publishing all my work here rather than elsewhere. Naturally along the way, I would sometimes marvel about the day it grows and develops — like watching a baby reach different milestones on the way towards adulthood.

That number may mean little to mainstream media publications, especially today with social media as a main platform. But it remains a different story given the nature of what is shared herein. One must be doing something right. Numbers aside however, because it is no competition
— to myself at least nor a business where money is involved, you cannot go wrong when you choose to follow your bliss, your passion. Numerous wise sages from different eras and from different parts of the world have said and keep saying more or less the same.

Man, it’s crazy when you think about a million people scattered around the globe reading your own writings, research, thoughts, musings; taking a journey into your very mind and soul; a humbling experience too. Not so long ago before the Internet such exposure was exclusively reserved for the most influential of writers and communicators. Now anyone with a hand-held device can click a few buttons and they’re published — heard by the entirety of the virtual world and is there to last forever. Interesting times.

For someone who does it all by himself and just out of pure passion, this development seems quite satisfying. Looking back, having my own publication turned out to be truly rewarding. It is also one of the main creative outlets for my well-being and mental health that I am utterly grateful for. I must thank all you readers for sharing this whimsical ride we call life with me.

One last thing is that, upon reflection on this past decade and a half of One Lucky Soul, I can honestly say that the Words I Made Up Series is kind of like my thermometer for where I am in life
— psychologically, emotionally, creatively. It is the most fun, absurd, playfully creative, ridiculous and liberating endeavour all at once. While in poetry we learn to break language rules, new rules are being invented here, or rather re-written since language is still used but on my own terms.

That said, between 2015 and 2018 while in L.A with weekly Venice Beach Drum Circle and monthly Full Lunacy, the “Rat Park”, 18 articles came out. From then all the way to January 2024 when back to Egypt — confused about what to then do with my life — there are only 3 articles. They start picking up again after relocating to Dahab. So it’s a clear reflection of how things are going. Ups and downs and all-arounds.

Onward Forward on a everlasting endeavour, guiding the soul as it keeps spiralling closer and deeper towards its inner core.



Alright, let’s do this...


 
• Ignorinse (n): Lack of knowledge which can be washed off, out, and away.



• Delugion (n): Deceptive and illusory appearance that causes severe floods. 



• Epifanny (n): Sudden realisation revealing the location of the female’s genitals and how they function, which is exclusive to men.

*A reminder of 
Cuntstable (n): A police rank designated for exceptionally contemptible and obnoxious officers  from Words I Made Up — The Seventeenth.

**Also of Cuntribute (v): To provide or supply jerkish matters  from The Eleventhquel

***And Cuntcentrate (v): Focus one’s attention on jerkish matters  from The Ninthquel.  

****Finally Cuntry (n): A nation where everyone is a pussy — from The Seventhquel.


 
• Preprosperous (adj): Financially successful yet utterly absurd and ridiculous while acting contrary to reason or common sense. 
 


• Defeet (v): To conquer using only kicks or by removing the feet of one’s adversaries. 

Another reminder of Feettuccini (n): Egg and flour pasta made flat by stepping on it — from The Thirteenth. Ta-Da. 



Mensturbation (n): A monthly period lasting for several days during which males discharge large quantities of semen due to higher-than-normal sexual stimulation.



• Stragedy (n): A plan of action that leads to significant suffering, destruction, distress.



• Inkarceration (n): The act of getting a tattoo while in prison. 



• Absintheeism (n): The practice of regularly staying away from work or school to drink Absinthe. 
 


• Subdude (n & v): A restrained and repressed man. 

Antonym: Domdude
 
 


Words I Made Up — The Twenty Second by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul
In the early days those weekly 28K were seen over a whole year. 
Now it wouldn’t be a lie to say the writings reach millions of people. 😎

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Friday, 12 September 2025

Rebirth



 
Rebirth by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

Always pushing that envelope
Petting that antelope
Yourself you can’t elope
Crazy, they then said
Maybe, shining a little light hope
A slippery slope

***

High on life like the meanest dope
O’ what way to cope
Lettuce then cantaloupe
Daisy, let’s lie in bed
To digest the full scope
Away from the grouchy mope

***

Gotta grope the soap
Then rope the hope
Forget about the pope
Luv, are you alive or dead?
There is someone in my head
Busted rhyme, Nope! — just a wicked trope

***

No stethoscope
No microscope
When taking the elixir in the clinic, Kope

Of a yellow submarine, not even a periscope
But it was all in kaleidoscope, he then said
One playful dream circling a loop of a giant gyroscope.


— The Muses, Sirens, Nymphs, and Mermaids came unto me with inspiration while taking this otherworldly Mediterranean scenery in. The only decent thing to do was to return the favour.



*Impromptu video caught by an artistic eye 
while drumming alone on the Mediterranean beach on the North Coast




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Wednesday, 18 June 2025

Words I Made Up — The Twenty First



Words I Made Up — The Twenty First by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul


It took a full year since Words I Made Up — The Twentieth to follow with another list-article in the series. As mentioned on multiple occasions, once they reach 200 the neologisms will be compiled into one silly and absurdly ridiculous book. They already have and, a decade later, it is about time, so I am currently mid the publishing process. Stay tuned. A whole new language is being invented here while enriching the current one.

Soon you will be able to check the entire collection while sitting on the toilet. Sure you could have always done that on the phone, but there is something rather charming about flipping pages with the same hand used to handle your business.
O’ you Lucky Souls.

Now Onward Forward with the new babies. 

 
 
• Peeromania (n): Impulse-control disorder characterised by an excessive desire to set one's friends on fire. 
 


• Ha!mock (n): Canvas bed suspended from two supporting cords at both ends, which once you lie in starts to ridicule and make fun of you while gently swinging left and right.


 
• Subpoeña Colada: To order or summon someone for a tropical cocktail. 



• Truant (n. and adj): An authentic insect that skips school.



• Congatulation (n): How Latin American drummers express joy between one another. 



• Stresspassing (v): When an anxious person enters someones land or property without permission; equally used when the owner is the one with anxiety. 



• Aboar (v): To loath and detest wild pigs; to regard them with extreme repugnance. 



• Nileist (n.): A distrustful Egyptian cynic.

From the same lands of the Cairopractor* (n.) [from Words I Made Up — The Eighteenth]: Practitioner of complementary medicine treating misaligned joints who is based in the Egyptian capital. 

Some Nilelists can also be Cairopractors but not necessarily.



• Aroam (v): To move around part aimlessly and part following a specific scent. 



• Insalt
(v): To disrespect someone by throwing white crystalline spices at them anywhere outside traditional weddings.  
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Monday, 2 June 2025

الوقت من دهب يا أبا لهب



 
by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul الوقت من دهب يا أبا لهب


شمعدان المعمدان مع دان مان الألمان

صوته رنان ذاك الأنسان المليء بالأشجان

أشجار الجار المحتار اللي عليه طار ورقها طار

مطار إلا عقله من مطار الفنار

نار قايتباي قايده ورايده بالفايدة

عايدة ديه أوبريت كاكاويت يا بيت

علي بيت تيتا هتيجي ميتا يا ألفا بيتا؟

فالشتا متشحطت الواد المقطقط قاعد يفضفض

واحدة بتنفض لأرناؤوط والتانية بتفنط

نط القط الفظ ولفظ: يا مقلوظ إنت يا ملغوص

غوص تحت المية مع ريا... وسكينة

ماسكه سكينة متينة بكل سكينة وطمأنينة

أكوافينا بدون طينة هتورينا الأقوى فينا

بينا يا تينا تربنتينا علي سينا لاجل تواسينا

ياللا يا لينا كانتينا علي سينا لاجل تعافينا

***

قبيلة قبال

مالهاش مثال

كده بردك يا خال

علي دهب رحال بعد South Cal

ياللا إشرب خروب

وخليك حبوب

لف الصفحة بكل تفاني

ولا كاني ولا ماني

من تالت وتاني

عاشت فريش حرية الإنساني

سينا بأعلى صوت بتناديني فأحلامي

والشغف يا ارناؤط بيلاقيني فأقلامي

وأدي الشبكة فالبحر أنا رامي

يطلع اللي يطلع مش هتفرق الأسامي

— شوية خربشة فرفشة قرقشة نعنشة إتكتبوا في الطريق إلي دهب يا سامي.


   


Originally conjured on April 19th 2022 — Bicycle Day — after deciding to once again relocate, this time to the Bohemian enclave that is Dahab in Sinai, Egypt. The second half followed about a year later



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