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Dr. Ahmed S. Kamel

The most embarrassing moment in time was when I was visiting Washington DC, I stayed at a hostel that I booked online last minute because it was not a planned trip and there was a big conference going on leaving no vacancies in any of the hotels. I arrived really late at night and checked in, then went straight to bed; there were other beds in the room with people sleeping so I quietly went under the covers without turning on the lights. The next day I literally opened my eyes and found a half naked girl changing her clothes. Oblivious to my awakening, it turns out the rooms are mixed and I didn›t notice!!! God it was so embarrassing at least for me :)


Nermine El Ramlawy

The most embarrassing situation happened to me in Canada 11 years ago – my daughter was 9 months old, and we were at a friend’s get-together. I was having a serious conversation with a guy who was fairly loud, all of a sudden the doorbell rang and 3
gigantic police officers were standing before us claiming that someone dialed 911, and accordingly rushed over to resolve the loud domestic dispute they heard over the two-way radio. Apparently my 9 month old daughter dialed random numbers on the cordless phone and placed the handset beneath the couch… Finally, after the officers pressed redial, the numbers “91111#876” appeared, and they became conscious of the situation…

Radwa Moussa

I had troubles answering this question, I am not sure if I should say that not getting embarrassed easily is a fortunate or a non fortunate virtue lol. However, it was once in the market place, with my cutie pie 6 months daughter throwing one of her beautiful tantrums – whatever-, throwing her cups on the floor and I keep picking it up, when in the middle of this back and forth fit, I lost it and literally cussed myself when I called her (bent el magnoona) , the amazing part was an Arab guy here in California sitting in front of me and answering me back, - mateshtmeesh nafsek- ( Don’t cuss your self).. !!! Oh how amazing it felt that I didn’t call her something else and that I took the insult on me; however I felt like one of those maniac moms who go out in the streets disciplining their kids in a crazy manner!!
I can proudly say that until I became a mom NOTHING would have embarrassed me. God bless your soul my dear mom, I am sure I did a lot loool, seems like its pay back time.


Fayrouz Tayseer

I usually like making impressions of people and imitating how they speak or move just for fun. So, I remember once at high school, I was imitating my math teacher and making fun of him to the whole class and as I was doing that and the whole class was laughing, my math teacher came in and I didn’t notice and even the class was too busy laughing and did not notice that he was there. Suddenly, when we noticed he looked at us and laughed. I was so embarrassed but he looked at me said “You remind me so much of Adel Emam in Madraset el Moshaghbeen may be you should become a comedian or something”. Ever since that day, I had to make sure that no teachers are around when I make fun of them to my class. However, it didn’t stop me making impressions of people.
I just love it…

Dahlia Nassar

The most embarrassing stories of my life are either untellable or way too personal – so selecting which to share for this issues question was rather grueling… Nevertheless here’s arare chance for me to re-live one of those “moments” in my life where I just wanted to die; It was almost 4 months after my parents decided to leave my home land, Australia, and move to Egypt. My initial thoughts were filled with excitement - but little did I know of the dilemmas to come. I was actually born and raised in Australia – so naturally my first language is English, meaning I could not read a single word in Arabic nor was I familiar with any of the countries traditions. Anyway - I attended this funeral for the mother of a work colleague. I had never actually met her or even her extended family, but I wanted to be there to support my new friend. When I walked into the memorial service I noticed that none of the faces appeared familiar – but then I assumed it was because I hadn’t actually met the family. I looked around desperately in search of a recognizable face, hoping to find the name of the deceased written in English. Surprisingly, I can’t actually recall how long it took me to grasp the awkwardness and humiliation of the situation with each person staring at me – but I will “never” forget how embarrassed I was when “EVERYONE” realized what had taken place. Yep, you guessed it - I had attended the wrong funeral, apparently it was a few blocks down from the address I arrived at…


Lilian Wagdy

It’s hard to pin down one situation as being the most embarrassing, but one of the most comically humiliating situations I’ve been put through was four years ago when I was taking atrain on my way to Alexandria. I distinctly remember, it was Valentine’s Day and I took the 8:00 am train to Alexandria.I was reading a book and then felt the need to go to the bathroom. When I got up, I heard a sound of cloth tearing and I looked to find that my pants have been entangled in a small nail, small enough for me not to see and not too small to rip the back of my pants completely. I sat down in my chair at once, feeling shocked and completely embarrassed. I felt that everyone in the train was looking at me. My head was boiling with ideas about what to do. I thought about taking off my sweater and tie it around my waist, but then I remembered that it was a see through pullover. I was in complete anguish, wanting to go the bathroom and helplessly unable to move. We finally reached Alex and my mind was set on one thing; the damage was done, there is nothing I can do about it except buy new pants from Alexandria. So when the train stopped, I got up and started running, without a care in the world of who might think what. I seemed to take me forever to get out of the station but I finally jumped in the first cab I saw and told the driver to go Alex was not ruined after all!

 
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