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2023-02-11
Aalam Wassef died of cancer last today. It has been terminal for a while. I have not spoken to him since 2012. That's over a decade now. Even though I discovered him politically as video maker and musician Ahmed Sherif, and despite his brief run into security sometime in 2014 if I remember really well, I have avoided communication with him mainly because of how he treated Nari more than me really.
I was sort of relieved when Lobna told me she is breaking up with me (and my money, I decided consequently) to be with Aalam in June 2012. It has been coming since three years at least. I was glad it she was with someone else, even sexually. She was not my burden any longer. I was gutten though at how much effort I had put in the relationship up to that point, and I am still grateful to how Salma Said and Leil Zahra carried me thought the critical days and weeks of disconnection. However, the worst and best of this episode now has to do with Nari. It was at this point that Nari and I became close at more than one level. Later in London I joked we met at a swinging club, given my girlfriend and her husband were fucking. Not that I cared at that point, neither intellectually nor emotionally, but it was a landmark to be cuckolded half-acceptingly (Also with Sherief Gaber, particularly on the beach in Sinai) and I think was a turning point for me and my relationship with Nari since.
Aalam himself? Half smart, half talented, but I understood the charm. Moving on…