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IT’S EVERYTHING BUT PORN

OCTOBER 2013

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It’s been an honor.

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Abdelhamed Fathy Ramy Afifi Ragab Fathy Aly Afifi Mahmoud El Araby Mahmoud Samir

Sr. Art Director Khaled Khidr

Graphic Designer Bassem Raafat

Writers & Contributors Amy Quotb Farida Helmy Karim El Degwy Leila Tapozada May Kamel Mohammed Adel Nahla Samaha Sherif El Mashad Summer Nazif Yasmine Zohdi Zeyad Salem

Cover Credits

Heliopolis

69, Adidas (El-Marghany), Africana Café, C&CO (Horreyya St- El Korba), Belino Café, Blueberry (Ard El Golf ), Beano's Café (British Council – El Korba – Airport – British University), Charleston Café, Cortigiano, Café Mo, Cairo International Airport, Coffee Roastery, Colors, Cat, Diwan Bookstore, Diadora, Desire, Every Man’s Bookstore, Farah Café , Flower Market, G Live, Genga Café, Gelateria Roma Café, Harris Café, Gallery Bel3araby (El Nozha St.), House Café , Hope Flowers, Hot Pink, In Flower, Hyper Original, Khodier, Rosso Cafe, IIPennello Ceramic Café, Kan Zaman Restaurant, Le Rince, Linea, La Cassetta Retaurants, Makani, McDonalds, Mobil Mart, Mori Sushi (Salah Salem), Milk, Musicana (El Korba), Munchies Café, No Name, Nuts @ Nuts, Occo, One 4 all, Polka Dolka, Pottery Café, Schatz Café, Smart Gym (Sheraton & Ard El Golf), Roma Café, Shell Mart, Salah Beauty Salon, STR8, Spicy, Style Gym, Tres Bon, Up 2 Date, Viking Cafe, World Gym, Waffle Point, Zein, L’Aubergine

Nasr City

Adidas(Genina mall), Aroma Lounge (City Stars), Beano's Café (City stars – Makram Ebeid – Abbas El Akkad), Beka, Calvin Klein Jeans (City Stars), Casper & Gambini's, C&Co (City Stars – Geneina Mall), Esprit (City Stars), Farah Café (Geneina Mall), Le Gourment Marche, Kenouz Restaurant, ISI (City Stars), Martino, McDonalds (Abbas el Akkad), Musica (Abbas el Akkad), My Day Cafe, Pascucci Café, Ravin, Spicy (City Center - Geneina Mall) ,Virgin Megastore

Mohandiseen

Adidas/Timberland (Lebanon Street, Gezeeret Al Arab Street), Beano's Café (Gameat El Dowal Street), Beau Jardin Café, Bershka (Gezeeret Al Arab Street), Café Mo, Cedars café , C& Co, Café Bean (Aswan Sq.), Cocolina (Syria Street), Ciccio Café, Cilantro, Mohamed El Sagheer, Cocolina, Dar Al Balsam Bookstore, Diwan, Eventya Flowers, Laguna Café, L`Aroma Café, Makani, Marsh Café, McDonalds, Mori Sushi, Multi Stores, Non Bookstore, Pasqua Café, Quick24, Renaissance Library, Safari Café, Samia Alouba, Silviana Heach, Solitaire Café, Shoe Room, Scoop Café, Second Cup, Spectra, Spicy, Sports Café, Tommy Hilfiger, Toy Story, Trianon Café, Tornado Café, Volume One, Zarina, Zee Lounge, P 75, Al Dar, Café De Fiori

Downtown & Mokattam

AUC Bookstore, Beano's Café, Beymen, Cilantro, Maktabet El Balad, McDonalds (Tahrir), Balady

Dokki

Ahl Cairo, Adidas, Beano's Café (British Council), Coffee Roastery, Dar Al Balsam Bookstore, Mr. Joe, Makani, Korista Café, Momento, La Boutique, Orange, Quick24, Retro, Spicy, Tabasco, Zein, Zarina

Zamalek

Al Akhbar Bookstore, Arabica, Beano's Café, Coffee Bean, Cilantro, Cocolina, Crave, Diwan Bookstore, Euro Deli, FDA, 69, Gardenia Flowers, Goal, Googan Bookstore, Kodak Express, L'Aubergine, Makani, Mezza Luna, Mobil Mart, Mohamed El Sagheer, Mori Sushi, Munchies, Orangette, Tabasco, Quick 24, Ravin’, Romancia Bookshop, Sequoia, WIF, Zamalek Bookshop, Van Gogh Bookshop, Zafir

Maadi

Adidas, Adam Bookstore, Arthur Murray, Bakier Stationary, Bander Café, Beanos, Beau Jardin, Books & Books, Beta Bookshop, Bookspot, Caj, Euro Deli, Cat, Condetti, Chilis, Coffee Roastery, Gengra Café, Greco, Costa Coffee, El Shader, Dunes Lounge, Ghazala Stationary, Green Mill, Gudy, Kotob Khan, Kiwi, Honest Bookshop , I Spot , La Gourmandise, Makani, McDonalds, Mediterraneo Restaurants, Reebok, Renaissance Library, Rigoletto, Samia Alouba, Second Cup, Shell Shop, Shoe Room, Spectra,The Bakery, Timberland, Volume One

October City

Beano's, Byblos Café (Dandy Mall), Café Mo, McDonalds, Mexicana Café, Mori Sushi (Dandy Mall), Second Cup, Shell Shop, Solitaire, Sans Soucis Café, Trianon

Bassem Raafat

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Giza & Haram

Beano's, Dar El Shorouk, Mexicana Café, Polo Shop

Alexandria

24Seven Café, Adidas & Timberland (Syria st, - City Center), Banna Stationary, 24/7 Café, Adidas/Timberland, Banna Stationary, Beano's, Cillomo Café, C&CO, Cilantro, Coffee Roastery, Deekom, Mazaya, McDonalds, Quiksilver, The Sixties Café, Tamarin Center, Rapo

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editor’s note

8 the apocalypse issue

Years from now, maybe even months, these last words on the fore pages of a magazine exhaling its final breath won’t matter, they will most likely be forgotten, even by their own writer. Because that’s life for you, it has a habit of “ending”, over and over again, and in that very process, forgetfulness works as an anesthetic, numbing the pain endings ensue.

We forget to survive.

Campus has given me three years of its life, it has seen me witness more endings than I thought possible and it has seen me attempt forgetting repeatedly. But now comes a time when I actually see Campus itself “end”, leaving me to try and forget, once more.

In the future, Campus won’t come to mind the way it does now, it won’t be my daily destination, the thought of it ending might not quench my heart the way it does now. But that’s okay.

Campus and I have 36 issues of history together. She taught me, learned from me, listened to me, ranted to me, fought with me and consoled me… She became me, and I her. Her very DNA is now perfectly and harmoniously intertwined with mine; she became the paper version of me and I the personification of her.

In short, I won’t be crying over her loss, because I am basically a walking talking incarnation of her, and for that I am very grateful.

Consequently, every person who ever came across Campus at some point, may they be a reader, writer, editor, photographer or designer, is carrying a bit of its DNA in them.

Thank you all for being part of Campus, and for holding a part of her in you.

This was an uncharacteristically dramatic editor’s note, I know, but believe it or not, it depicts exactly how I feel.

This has truly been an honor.

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During my first month or so at Campus back in 2001/2002, we received a handwritten letter at the office addressed to the Editor. Back then I was Assistant Editor, and had taken what I assumed was going to be a “light” job that would cater to my passion for writing and nothing more, having come from a strenuous job in advertising. A job I assumed I would add to rather than it adding to me. I quickly learned that would not be the case.

The letter we received was written by a young man who was coming out of the closet for the first time in his life, and he chose to do it with us. Beliefs aside for the moment, this young man went into great detail about the daily personal struggle he endured being Egyptian, Muslim, in fact, quite devout, and homosexual. What inspired him to come out to us was an article published the previous month about Homosexuality in Egypt. Back then believe it or not, that subject was taboo.

As I read the letter, I became more and more emotionally engrossed, and deeply touched by his vow to remain celibate in the belief that managing himself would one day be rewarded in the hereafter by God, yet grateful to us for making him feel less alone… and less lonely.

That moment, that truly magnetic and defining moment was when it struck me that this was by no means a “light” job, that I was now in a position to connect with my generation in a manner I had never imagined, and that I was responsible for the very fragile design of this connection.

That was the defining moment in which I said to myself, “Oh shit!”

The following 6 years were powerful to say the least.

I cannot get into this of course without mentioning Shady Sherif. If God gave Shady one thing, it would be Charm. He had this way with staff and clients that made every single individual feel special, and it was this charm that baited you at first! But once you were hooked, you were invited to a complex world of an incredibly rare combination of characteristics all in one person. A dreamer who was never satisfied with just dreaming, a visionary who relied on his gut instinct, and a kind heart who can easily be bought with kind words. I often envied his unparalleled drive and his explosive passion, and as much as we butted heads over business decisions, it was his trust and belief in me, and the free reign he gave me that allowed me to grow in every sense of the word. I am forever in his debt for what he gave me.

And that is why Campus was mine as much as it was his.

The cosmos was aligned in a rare manner those 6 years; everyone involved knew we were part of something special. In fact, “special” is a gross understatement. We made history together, were outspoken before anyone else was, we talked to and about a generation lost somewhere between their Egyptianness and their aspiration to be more than that. We shattered stereotypes, founded companies and sister companies, we struggled with who we are and who we want to be, and we inspired and moved an entire generation.

One of the countless letters I received on a daily basis was written by a young woman in illegible English. In it she thanked Campus for teaching her how to read English… That humbling moment I will forever carry with me, and hopefully try to teach my two girls one day.

And the covers! Oh the covers!!! From covers being discussed in classrooms, to covers being featured on satellite talk-shows, to covers drawing so much controversy that the police would come knocking, to covers being so powerful that to this day, years and years later people still ask me about them.

I will always remember breakfast in the kitchen from Akher Sa3a, our first big Ramadan fitar in the office, birthdays, shisha at Zein downstairs, burger crepe from Giordanos, decorating our first “big” office, the clouds on our wall, the “Supermarket”, the office fire, being broke, having money, the parties, Gmag, doing dishes, the music, the fights, the endless laughs, South Africa, Dubai, all the free stuff from clients, the UNAIDS campaign, the deadlines, asking for a raise, discovering Cairo and learning to love it all over again, and the truly solid friendships that have not only lasted to this day, but have grown to become central relationships in my life.

I don’t feel a short letter will do justice to the substantiality of Campus or of its impact on my life. I don’t feel any length letter would. I don’t feel any amount of words can justly convey the magic that took place in that office between the people who were meant to be together during that time. I love you all, Shady, Emz, Zanz, Fawz, Safi, Nora, Yomna, Sherine H., Mona, May, Suzy, Christine, Bob, Sherif, other Sherif, Rana, Nadine, Farida, Anne, Hani M., Marina, Sondos, Mo Fa, Shazly, Yasmie F., Dina S., Waleed A., Amina Z., Wael, Nanou, May T., Rania T, … the clients who were friends and believers and not business contacts, the photographers, freelancers, the artists, the parents, the friends, and everyone who allowed us to be the Voice of Our Generation.

Thank you Campus…

Nahla Samaha 13

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It’s ironic that the last issue of Campus coincides with my last month in Egypt. And although I don’t work there anymore and am currently sitting on a couch in the US, looking out at the trees with the multi-colored leaves (because, OMG, SEASONS!), I still feel a deep sense of… something… that this is Campus’ last hurrah.

(When I can wrap my brain around that emotion of ‘something’ and identify it, I’ll get back to you.)

It’s sort of like this: I’m the adult child who moves away and Campus is my childhood home, which my parents have decided to sell. I don’t live there anymore. But just knowing it was there, back home, continuing to exist, continuing to harbor years and years worth of memories, gave me a sense of security.

But now that’s gone. And I’m left making peace with the gods of goodbyes.

And the question is this, and it can be applied to almost anything in life really -- when something that was so big in your life disappears, where do all the attached feelings go? Bekh, bye-bye? Or just quieted and expelled to the backs of the minds of the people who experienced them?

Feelings are not math. When you have something and then take away something, the end result is not zero. You are not as untouched as you were before it all started.

And the problem is, you don’t know quite what to do with the aftermath residue.

I’m sure all the other writers will wax nostalgic stuff about what Campus is, and what it has done, and the voice of our generation, and an outlet for expression w elakh elakh elakh. And it’ll all be true. But to me, a Core Publications veteran, Campus was and always will be so much more than a magazine.

The end of Campus is the end of the old days, of Core Publications before the dreaded digital age was upon us, the days when Campus and E7na and G Mag were all said in one breath. The people who I’ve worked with in Core over the years were more, and will always be more than co-workers: we were a club, we were a team, we were the best of friends, we were the worst of enemies, we were confidantes and competitors and lovers and family and on any given day you’d wake up and not know which was which.

Our office walls have seen SO much – laughter and tears, make-ups and break-ups, fights and farewells, secrets and sexual tension, things I can’t write here, and, God knows, a whole lot of pets.

It’s weird to think that all the memories I have of that office can only truly be understood by me and the people I experienced them with; I could try to explain it in acute detail to my friends or my boyfriend or my mom, but if you were not there, and you were not one of us, then you will never REALLY get it. And you will never REALLY know what it meant to each and every one of us. But that, I guess, is not limited to the Campus experience – such is, as they say, life.

Leila Tapozada

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“I should wear my black suit,” I thought while brainstorming for this obituary article. I have never been a hardcore Campus fan, but this amazing publication always meant a lot to me.

I remember six years ago, I was sitting in a friend’s car doing nothing as usual when I found a couple of papers from an old Campus issue in the back seat. They were different from any other magazine I had seen before; the designs were very cool and the illustrations were awesome. So I found myself standing in the middle of the street trying to read it. Although I can’t remember what the article was about, I do remember that the magazine’s way of dealing with topics encouraged me to start writing again after years of quitting. Maybe if I hadn’t resumed writing that day I wouldn’t have switched careers and I wouldn’t have considered writing as a profession.

I will always be grateful to this great magazine, and I am sure that a lot of people from my generation feel the same. Campus isn’t only a couple of papers that changed my entire life; if you remember the year 2000 you will understand the importance of “The Voice of Our Generation” in an era where our generation didn’t have the right to speak for itself.

In 2000, youth was the “usual suspect”; society accused us of shallowness and superficiality, because the 90s had given us a very bad reputation.

During the 90s, youth were always allegedly involved in satanic activites, “gawaz 3orfy” and the “heroine fever”. So it was always assumed that our thoughts and actions were influenced by “corrupt Western ideas”. They couldn’t understand the fact that we were watching American movies and listening to foreign music because we were sick of listening to the same shit again and again.

Media targeting youth in that era was managed by a bunch of old people who knew nothing about us! They forced us to start searching for a place where we can be heard, a place without their lame role models and their boring cliché articles targeting young people they don’t know. We started blogging and trying to express ourselves through underground bands and projects, but something was missing. Then a smart young man of our age came up with the most fantastic and original idea... Campus!

Campus was too good to be true, a free magazine speaking our language, expressing our thoughts and opinions, targeting us and nobody but us.

It was more of a dream! But dreams in our infamous country face a lot of problems. We were accused of having bad influence on youth just for speaking frankly; we had amn el dawla after us for stating our honest opinion about the regime. Issues were collected by the police from the market and our printing license was even revoked. We had to publish issues with no date or issue number on the cover, so that they’d think that the issues in the market are actually old issues.

We learned the hard way how this society wants to shut our mouths up, but this challenging atmosphere forced us to find more creative ways to express ourselves. For years Campus had been the only place for youth to express themselves, and its success encouraged that smart guy to move the project to a higher level. After five years of Campus he came up with one of the coolest pocket magazines in the world: G Mag. A year later he started E7na magazine, another medium for self-expression but in Arabic. Those three publications were the light at the end of the tunnel, generations of editors, writers, graphic designers, illustrators and photographers have gotten once-in-a-lifetime opportunities through this amazing platform, and I am honored to have been one of them.

But unfortunately the world changed, the amazing platform started getting old and slow facing the wide medium offered by the internet. Citizen journalism and social media created a platform for everyone to express themselves. A new era came and another era came to an end; print was dying all over the world. Although the people behind it put a huge effort trying to keep this beautiful publication alive, but evolution was much stronger.

I know there won’t be free issues in cafes anymore, there will be no more awesome designs and daring content, this is the last issue of Campus, and nothing will change that fact. But at least we had the honor of producing that amazing magazine for 13 whole years.

We had to move on.

Thank you Campus. May you rest in peace.

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It might seem like an easy task to write about a place where you worked for nearly three years of your life; a product you spent all those years taking part in creating; a concept- a set of unspoken values and principles – that governed your life during that whole period and eventually became central to your evolution as a person.

But it isn’t.

I wrote about Campus twice before, on its 11th anniversary back in October 2011, and in my last editor’s note in September 2012. Both times were challenging in different ways; but today remains the hardest.

Campus is 13, and it’s shutting down.

It’s sad. Not only because of what Campus represents to me, personally, but – more importantly – because it’s a great loss to the world of media and publishing in Cairo.

I cannot think of any other publication in this country where editors – as well as writers and also graphic designers – have the space to express their true inclinations when it comes to everything in life as openly and as directly as they could in Campus.

We may have not always got it right, but we had the freedom to experiment, and that, at a time like this and in a country like ours, is infinitely precious. It is also more than can be said about most media outlets in Egypt.

Sure, it got us into trouble sometimes. With the censors, with our readers, with the printers, sometimes even with our CEO… but it was always worth it.

Campus has often been criticized for not being objective – I say this is what gave Campus its edge. Campus had the guts to be what it is, and it gave its contributors a platform where they could gloriously be themselves too.

What some called ‘unprofessional’, I call real and honest and brave.

Others thought Campus was at times offensive. It wasn’t, though; it just happened to have critically low level of tolerance for bullshit.

George Orwell said, “Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed. Everything else is public relations.” Now, some might think twice before calling Campus ‘journalistic’, but the truth is, Campus has been doing that – printing what many did not want printed – for thirteen years.

(We’ve done our fair share of public relations, yes, but I’d like to believe we always managed to make up for it.)

I try to think of one single magazine that can keep this legacy alive when Campus is no longer there - and I find none. There are many reputable media outlets in Egypt and I mean to undermine none of them, but the flexibility; the utter freedom Campus represented, can be found nowhere else.

The good news is, though, the people who made Campus – from its first issue back in 2000 to its last one today – are going nowhere. They’re still out there; doing their thing, bringing that spirit Campus infused them with to everything they touch, everything they work on.

That is, after all, what initially made Campus one of a kind; the fact that it was in its essence a reflection of the people who made it – their dreams, their fears, their little stories – and the fact that they were just like thousands of others who had the same dreams and fears and little stories and therefore found in Campus a voice and a refuge.

And so Campus created something priceless – it created a community (a cult, maybe, call it what you will); a group of individuals from very diverse backgrounds and with different thoughts and beliefs and desires, who found one place where they could all speak out, vent, argue, reflect – and be accepted and absorbed and appreciated. That place – that product, that concept - brought them together and became one major thing they had in common and a basis for a bond that made Campus way more than just another magazine.

So yes, Campus may be shutting down – but, you see, the magazine was only the very final step; the outcome of a very long and exciting process, the result of the combined efforts and energies of a very talented group of people who are by no means shutting down but are in fact only just beginning.

The process lives on, the people live on – and they will continue to produce more exhilarating outcomes – in different places and in collaboration with other awesome people. Perhaps these results will come out under different names this time, and will be affiliated with different brands, but they will all undoubtedly have a part of Campus carried within – and you will always be able to recognize it, respond to it, and make it your own.

Keep your Campus issues; cherish them; show them to your kids years from now, and tell them that once upon a time, a bunch of young people created one of the most unique, most valuable publications this country has ever witnessed – that it had wit, intelligence, courage, style, and – above all – integrity, and that they managed to sustain it for thirteen full, rich years.

Here’s to a job well done, and to more generation-defining experiences to come.

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I’m no good when it comes to goodbyes. I recently had to leave everything and everyone I knew behind when I decided to move to another country.

Leaving Campus in 2010 was almost as difficult to leave.

When I say almost, it’s only because Campus, and all the people behind it, were still very present in my life.

For three years I would write my monthly editor’s note to give readers a better understanding of the magazine’s contents, or to selfishly rant about a topic i was feeling frustrated about.

But this note will be different.

Three years after leaving Campus, the pain of it no longer coming out hurts as much as the day I decided to leave.

Leaving Campus was like leaving a boyfriend. A boyfriend that challenged you, inspired you, opened you up to people, subjects and places you previously knew nothing about.

And for that, I would like to thank Campus. Without those three years of working there, I would have been a different (and much more boring) person and would have probably gone down a very different career path.

Shady Sherif gave me the chance of a lifetime. He took a risk and gave me the post of Managing Editor and gave me a carte blanche to do with it what I saw fit. Because of that chance I had the opportunity to work with some of the best writers, editors, designers, artists and photographers.

I made lifelong friends, and gained a mentor. I also met my husband.

So saying goodbye makes no sense really. Just because this is the last issue doesn’t mean that the magazine that broke every barrier when it comes to social taboos is gone.

It just means that “The Voice Of Our Generation” was a platfrom for us, really. In its pages we read about things we might have been to embarrassed to ask friends or family about. In its pages we discovered new and upcoming artists, musicians, enterpreneurs and authors. In its pages we were able to rant and vent and tell the world how we felt about something, or nothing at all. In its pages we became the voice of one generation, our generation. And for that we should all be thankful to Campus, and all the people behind it, for bringing us this medium where we could all connect.

On a personal note,I would like to express my appreciation to Shady and all of my dedicated team members (and all of our readers) for making Campus the best job I’ve ever had.

Scrap that, Campus wasn’t a job. Campus for me was a journey. A journey of discovery, warmth, love and growth for all of us. I’m glad we all went through it together.

Stay different and lead the pack.

Lots of love.

Farida Helmy

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apoc·a·lypse noun\ə-ˈpä-kə-ˌlips\ a great disaster: a sudden and very bad event that causes much fear, loss, or destruction.* *Merriam Webster

Ok, a Few Steps Back… Sanity Check As a writer, my work was always in magazines, advertising agencies, and for the past couple of years, a corporate job. For the past few years, writing for Campus was the only thing that kept me sane, career wise. Writing here has been my only creative outlet, having shifted from creative work for a living, and being a corporate employee. It’s not easy for someone who dreamt of staying in the creative writing business, I tell you. It’s hell.

We take things for granted; all of us. And while I thought I’d temporarily shift jobs, trying out different things, I thought I’ll always have Campus to fall back on. I’ll always have this safe place where I can write about things I really want to write about, and care about. It will always be my creative outlet; for better and for worse, it’s my magazine. My Campus.

Sudden Death For some reason, I never really thought about “the last article”. And when I was informed that I should, my mind went blank. I don’t want to write the last article! I shouldn’t have to! It’s not fair!

I’m still in denial, and I refuse to let go.

Like death; you feel like there’s so much left unsaid, and you don’t know when you can say it, because you ran out of time. Suddenly. This is it.

For the past month, I have been dreading this moment. This very moment as I type these words. I knew they were going to be far from happy. It’s a dismal feeling.

The Mental Apocalypse For the past month, I’ve been going through a mental apocalypse. The fact that I’m losing Campus only got me thinking of my career choices in the past few years. I know, ba2avwar awi ana 3arfa… I, too, didn’t think that this piece of news was going to lead to this major snowballing of thoughts. I am now questioning my decisions and my entire future. (But then again, I never foresaw this piece of news ever happening.)

Will I simply go off trying to find another creative vent for my ranting?

Should I take a month off and go soul-searching in some isolated beach spot?

Do I quit my job and go find what I really want to do and do it?

Am I supposed to put my career on hold, and take a minute to think about my next step?

Is this even supposed to mean something?

If I let go for the thing I want to do most, will I still be the same person?

Will I ever get to meet people as funny, creative and awesome as the Campus gang?

Oh, gosh, I didn’t even think about that! MY TEAM! I’m going to miss our meetings and brainstorming sessions! I’m going to miss going to that office and sharing with everyone foodies I’m too scared to eat by myself…

“Tant Amy bet7eb te2akkelna fel meetings!”

Who’s going to get sugar high with me while coming up with crazy shit now?

This hurts.

GODDAMMIT! This feels like a breakup. An ugly breakup where you feel like you’re being dumped.

OK, I don’t care if my thoughts aren’t as “organized”, because they bloody shouldn’t be! Why would anyone expect me to compose a decent piece right now?

Take a Deep Breath I don’t know what I’m going to do now. But the hurricane going around in my head has got to stop long enough for me to figure it out.

For now, Campus, I HATE YOU! This should make it easier.

Over and out.

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It has been said that when there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth.

while. Sucks for all of you out there to be missing on that. *Evil laugh*

It has also been pretty much established that this statement does not hold true because by the look of things, Earth is full to the rim. It’s so full to the extent that we often catch ourselves marching on the thin line that separates hell and Earth.

10) Visit local lingerie shops. My quest to unveil the secret life of Egyptian ‘2andarat’ was a life-changing experience.

It helped me jumpstart my look on certain beliefs of this society.

I have always refused to believe in the apocalypse and I have a solid argument. First of all, none of the apocalypse movies starred Jason Statham as a survivor.

Second, they always talk of greater powers wiping us humans off the face of the Earth. With the events of the past three years, I think we know we’re invincible in the sense of us being netaffesh balad. Third, by the looks of the brain market, it’s such a sad time for zombies, and it seems to be getting worse with time, hence ruling out the motive. Fourth, I hate waiting.

Despite my arguments being rock-steady, this whole disbelief in the apocalypse has its downside. We’re stuck in this forever!

Consequently, I bring you the ultimate guide to surviving the next big thing: status quo.

N.B. all what follows is tried and true. We ta7ady.

1) Nag constantly. Nagging has overthrown two presidents, got you that car that you were dying for, landed you that sales job and got that girl to go on a date with you (even if it is to shut you up forever).

11) Engage in office chit-chat, but be selective. Chances are you could pick up a topic or two that can come in handy when you want to impress that one hot person, distract your parents from opening that subject you’ve been ditching over dinner, or even find something to write about in your next article. Trust. This is how I got to know about 3000-pounds-a-night prostitutes. And the Shi’te belief too.

12) Shock people. Unless you can be so painfully boring that people will have to remember you at all times to avoid you, this is your only way to keep them coming (and have a life).

13) Look at the world through your own lens. Even if it means that the first thing that grabs your attention in Beirut is the sign of “7ar2oos chicken” *e7em*, or if it makes you irrevocably unable to watch Grey’s Anatomy because of all the false medical facts and not the hormonal rush *e7em*, or if it makes your first reaction to Life of Pi be “ya masha2 allah” *e7em*. Trust me, this is what makes you.

Metaphorically speaking, of course, because otherwise that would be another false medical fact.

14) Read the constitution. It makes you appreciate books, your education, your parents and baya3een el batata.

2) Believe in your dreams. The universe works in ways that one never expects and when they least expect it. I mean, who would have thought that they would FINALLY let go of Andy, the office cat, just when I had lost all hope of sitting with my feet touching the ground at the office.

15) Lose yourself to YouTube. Be the dark side. You know you’re on the right track when you recognize at least 45% of the stuff in a Haisam Abu Samra video.

3) Delve into politics, head first. Follow the news religiously. Lose some friends and relatives over debates (bala hamm). Write Facebook statuses. Move to Twitter and be a hot shot there (and believe it matters *de7ka khalee3a*). Combine all of the aforementioned into one big article and call yourself a writer. Think I’m being sarcastic? Not at all. A bump on the head is always the best wake up call.

17) Know how to bake. It takes you places. The size and magnitude of the things you can get away with when you bake is fascinating, it ranges from getting Wessam to forgive you for late deadlines (every single time) to getting a promotion.

4) Diss exes. That’s the only good thing you get out of breakups. Except for those expensive gifts you never return, if any. It also helps you practice your sense of sarcasm.

5) Don’t linger. Get over things constantly. Always refresh the list of things that get you hooked. The golden rule is: it’s not an obsession if you trade it for another thing after a month.

6) Listen to Britney Spears. It’s not like anyone should ever stop listening to her songs, but I thought a friendly reminder wouldn’t harm.

7) Create your own pop culture. Exhibit (a): Amanda Bynes’ meltdown. Commit to it religiously.

8) Constantly remind yourself that elbalady yookal. Really, this is our only overarching edge as a population and we should invest more in making it a thing.

9) Have Sama El Masry be part of your life. Trust me on this one, she’s someone you would want to meet.

I chased her down for a month, interviewed her for a couple of delightful hours and exchanged numbers with her. While the reasons behind her awesomeness are plenty, the highlight is that she texts every once in a

16) Carry wet wipes at all times. For obvious reasons.

18) Hang around till the credits roll at the movies. Those people really put some effort into things and they deserve recognition. Also Wolverine’s extra scene taught us something about that.

19) Have friends who have Wessam’s wit, Joe’s rawa2an, Sherio’s swag, Sherif’s imagination, Amy’s badassery, Zeyad’s enthusiasm, Summer’s admiration of the 90s and Adel’s derangement el mo7abbaba lel nafs di. Also have one friend who can fix computers. That one is a must.

20) Make sure your hobbies have the following characteristics: effortless, can be done while listening to music, help you vent, sound cool to your crush/significant other, are a far stretch from your parents’ interests, involve research/exposure to interesting stuff. Two years ago, I sold my soul to Campus in a mission that started off as a political stand that eventually turned into a series of hardcore dissection of the egebshan kaltshar. I refuse to give in to the idea of the apocalypse, so meanwhile I will fill this void with incessant stalking of the awesomeness that is Haig Pappazian (Google him).

On that note, I deem myself ready for whatever comes next, be it the apocalypse or a deadly KFC meal. Thank you, Campus, for inspiring the aforementioned guide.

My last words are the ultimate survival tip; esma3o 3adaweya ya nas.

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I remember when I was 12 and the whole family was spending the summer vacation in the North Coast, but my aunt had to head to Cairo because she had to take her flight back to Kuwait where she worked. She didn’t really say goodbye to anyone, she just took her bag and left. I followed her and insisted on accompanying her against her will to be alone. To avoid being late, she approved of my company after I promised that I won’t cry, and we walked to the bus station holding hands. When we arrived, she asked me not to cross the street then said “I hate this, I hate this so much, I don’t hate that I’m leaving; I just hate the goodbyes.” She kissed me on the cheek really quick while saying “Stay here, I’ll wave to you when I get on the bus.”

I stood there watching her cross the street, with her little bag, as she went on the bus and sat by the window, looked at me, waved and didn’t look back. In a couple of minutes, as the bus was moving, I waved back but she didn’t notice.

For some cosmic reason, this was exactly how I felt when I was told that Campus will no longer be in print. I felt like a kid stranded on the side of the street as he watches one of his favorite family members depart without knowing when they’ll meet again. Well, I haven’t been contributing to Campus for long, but I have been an avid reader of this magazine for God knows how many years. I used to force my friends to go to specific cafes because I knew they have Campus there. I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent reading Campus but for years it was my comfort zone. I can’t believe I’m actually using the past tense regarding Campus.

Basically my face these days looks like whatsapp’s sad panda emoji. With this overwhelming sadness I’m suffering from, I started recalling this depressing conversation I once had with my best friend when he was wondering how our friendship would end. I replied sarcastically “Why should it end? I’m the best friend you’ve ever had.” But then he was so absurdly sure that all friendships and relationships no matter how strong they are eventually end in a way or the other, or simply change and never become the way they used to be again. I was so pissed when he said that and I immediately prayed that it’ll be death that would do us part. And then we never discussed this again because he was right.

It is really sad that everything in life has to end at some point, but it’s all about how these things end, that’s what really matters. I’ve always been fascinated with endings that I start reading the last pages of a book first and accordingly decide whether I’ll read it or not. It’s crazy, I know, but a good ending is beautiful in melancholic way where you’re sad it’s over yet enjoying the fact that you’ve finished it. It’s like the orgasm by the end of intercourse. So I’ve been trying so hard to find the beauty about Campus coming to end. But this time I can’t. It’s like this time I genuinely fell in love but things didn’t work out.

And out of nowhere she said “This is it. This is our last time.” I replied “But that’s unfair. I didn’t know that it was our last. Why are you killing the protagonist at the beginning of the book?”

But I never got a reply. She left. She left me drowning in a sea of nostalgia. The only remnants I had were two spoons of brown sugar, a cup of dark coffee and a lot of sighs.

Campus for me has been the family, the best friend and the lover.

I tried my best not to sound like James Blunt and end up squealing “Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend” in my final contribution to Campus. I don’t know how to express my love for this magazine and how frustrated I am because I’m about to write my last words here.

I already miss you. Remember me because I know I will remember you. So long Campus.

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I discovered Campus when I was 13, six years ago, on my summer vacation in Cairo. I wasn’t big on reading at the time (stupid, I know!), but it seemed interesting so I picked it up and ended up reading the whole June 2007 issue in one sitting. From there on out, I made sure I picked up the new issues up whenever I came to the city, and read them several times during the year, as I couldn’t find the new ones where I lived (That was way before I knew what digital issues even are!).

It inspired me -to say the least- to read. The writers, the topics, the articles and how wellwritten they all were drew me in. By the time I had started to find my way with words, writing in one of my favourite magazines was a fantasy of mine, but I thought I’d never stand a chance.

And then, with great luck and massive support, I got that chance. I started writing in Campus in Summer 2012. At first, the thought itself seemed so surreal it scared me. I didn’t think anything I wrote would live up to everything I read in Campus. In time, that very same thought that always scared me became my source of inspiration. I had to live up.

The thing about brilliant people is that their brilliance is contagious. And our team was brilliant indeed, so you had to be real good to keep up.

Every month was like a challenge to write better.

Every issue was a step closer to the kind of writer I aspire to be. All the feedback I got, positive or negative, pushed me forward. My Campus experience has been as rewarding as it was fun.

So, this is my last article in Campus. And this is the last issue of Campus.

It’s not the end of the world, but it sure is the end of an era. One I’m glad to have been a part of.

Thank you, Campus. It’s been a good run.

Summer Nazif

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I’m quite the geek. When I was 12, I was incredibly excited when I got a mini encyclopaedia for my birthday. I remember conducting a lot of scientific experiments -both physics-related and psychicas a kid, the best of which was convincing my younger brother that I was a mutant and had the ability to manipulate the way soap bubbles floated in air. And all through these years, I always had a nagging question: What’s man’s best invention?

My personal favorite inventions of all time have always been the air conditioner and the loo (modern plumbing), with the loo leading by a slight margin thanks to all the midnight junk food cravings that never had fairytale endings. It’s been my sanctuary for many nights, my personal zone after long drives, and a very entertaining culture corner for me. I’ve read endless books, novels, articles and comics in there. And one of my favorite books in there is Passing Time in the Loo, which basically holds tons of info about various topics all suited in two to three lines, giving you a quick hint about almost everything during your stay in the loo. Mix that with how the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy works and you’ve got yourself an article, minus the cool 3D illustrations.

How does this work?

Well, according to sophisticated secret scientific researchers, the average human spends three minute. So, this article isn’t to be read when you’re on your favorite couch or bored in your car.

This article is to fill your loo gaps. It’s not shitty knowledge; it’s just a side dish to it.

Egypt While it’s no surprise that the Pharoahs are the first to have documented Egyptian history, during a time when even Heikal wasn’t there to interview anyone, before earth existed, there was Egypt and it was larger than life itself. Then with help from an unknown entity, Egypt gave birth to life, the universe and the first light to have conquered darkness. Earth then offered to contain Egypt within it, which led to history as we know it.

Refrences: Back Street Boys’ “Larger than Life”, he who shouldn’t be named and a 5LE bill.

Education In the year 1364 b.c, a man named Escobar from latin America had a problem. After giving birth to seven kids, his wife died. Escobar, who thought that after having seven kids he’ll wish for no more sex, married a very sexy 18-year-old who reminded him sex was a very important thing for life to go on.

But with seven kids, Escobar had literally no room or privacy to sleep with his new hot wife. So, in return for a chicken a week, Escobar agreed with a friend of his to take the kids and tell them anything for six hours a day. Escobar ended up inventing education, schools, college and sick leaves, alongside slavery.

PMS The story actually goes back to a couple of years before we developed the concept of time. Back then, according to Greek mythology, the whole population of earth was composed of men. And no, they were not gay, and only God knows how.

Anyway, Prometheus decided to give men the gift of... Playboy, which would make men’s lives a lot more awesome. Then, Zeus got mad because he didn’t get a free subscription, being the king of the gods and all. So he decided to create women to torture men. With alluring beauty, women easily swayed men from their magazines. The beauty came at a price however; women would become possessed monsters on a monthly basis and torment the living crap out of the already-hooked men. And that’s the worst kind of torture, the kind you don’t fully comprehend or find a way out of.

Women.

Offside Millions of years after the PMS trick, one man discovered the secret to it, and as a response, he decided to use women’s ultimate point of weakness: lack of logic. He then went on to invent Football and coated it with logical rules that women, to this day, fail to understand. The cherry on top of this complex set of rules is the offside rule; it is literally women’s Achilles’ heel. The offside rule is what keeps men alive to this day; the secret of the offside.

Superheroes A set of fictional characters that the writers of this magazine usually look up to and oftenly dream of being. While I’m more of a Superman fan myself, Wessam cheers for Batman and Sherief Hassan is a fan of Ironman for an unknown reason. Amy’s favorite superhero is probably Hit girl from the movie Kick-ass, May’s superhero is a Fifi Abdo, Jason Statham, Adaweya mix. Zeyad’s is unknown, Summer’s is any shampoo that would give her endless good hair days, and Adel doesn’t have any cause he’s too busy with his favorite hashtag on twitter that we can’t publish here.

Apocalypse Whatever happens after this magazine/article is read.

In the end, I’d like to say that I actually used to look down on Campus. I thought it was a place for the airheads. I was too busy judging everything, sitting on a pedestal and being as stupid as possible. First thing I wrote here was a book review because I thought it was a good opportunity to make people read. In the year or so that followed, I discovered that it was one of the most fun places I’ve ever been part of. Every article was a fun challenge. Every meeting was a disgrace to the word discipline, yet a carnival of creativity, laughter and ideas, plus goodies and candy-and goodies .If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that being all sensitive and soft during an apocalypse is very gay, and this issue is most probably the most gay of all, which isn’t turning out to be such a bad thing.

So, from the people who brought you Campus, thank you for reading. Who knows, we may bring you something else in the future!* *Hopefully we won’t bring you anything as awful as Ben Affleck for Batman or an Asa7be advertising campaign.

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A ripple effect is a situation where ever-expanding ripples across water are created when an object is dropped into it. In daily life, it can be observed how social interactions have a similar ripple effect, where certain actions result in indirect effects on others. ‫‏‬Flashback: I‫ ‏‬was sitting at the clinic waiting for the next patient to come in. In my bag I had an issue of Campus that I had grabbed on my way to work; another daunting day of soul-ache and endless spit (I was a dentist).

I‫ ‏‬flipped through the issue, and on the last page I found an article called “Virginotopia” written by a girl explaining how virginity was a myth and a downright stupid social notion that is being worshipped by the masses to compensate for their insecurities. ‫ ‏‬big smile starts to form on my face as I thought A to myself “Woohoo bravo fashkh!” ‫ ‏‬ach month I would automatically go and grab E a copy to later show it to my work colleagues and countless arguments would erupt regarding premarital sex, agnosticism to the latest fashion trends. It was the only Egyptian publication that I could relate to and understand its jokes. It somehow reflected my stand when it comes to controversial issues ‫ ‏‬ater I got to meet one of Campus’ writers, Mona L Dauod, and we eventually became very close friends. For me she embodied the idea of Campus; a funny, independent, intellectual person that would always give you a piece of her mind and more often than not leave you with a new question lingering in your brain.

I‫‏‬n 2010 I made a decision to be happy, to adopt my own definition of being content and put it into action. On the fifth of September 2010 on my bed in my apartment in Muscat, Oman (where I used to work at the time) I decided to quit my career as a dentist and pursue what I really was passionate about. I called Mona and her first question was “What is your passion? Please say you will finally be a writer.” And I said yes. I decided to come back and start working on myself; I wanted to work in television and maybe write for Campus. ‫‏‬In 2012, I did write for Campus. ‫ ‏‬nd now, reflecting on who I was and who I’ve A become, I’m glad that I have taken this leap of faith and followed my passion when everyone thought otherwise, tearing down everything that used to define me to seek a new definition. It was one step that led to a whole new life for me; a life with ups that I never thought possible and downs that made me the person I am now. ‫ ‏‬eading that article was one the first stones, the R ripple effect, and for that I shall forever be thankful to Campus.

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Ghassan Yassin Haitham Abu Samra Hatem A.Satar Hend Ashraf Hessien Shaban Hosam Fadi Ibraheem Mansour Ismaiel Kodier Kareem Sayed Osman Karim Eldegwi Karim Ezzat Karim Ibrahim Khaled Khidr Khaled Fadda Laila El Sadr Leila Tapozada Mahamoud Samir Mahmoud Elaraby Mahmoud Tag Marawan Osman Mariam A.Gaber Marian A.Salib Marina Mahfouz Marwa Al Kahky Marwa Salama Mohamed Aasem Mohamed Abdelaal Mohamed Ahmed Mohamed Badie Mohamed Eid Mohamed El agamy Mohamed Fawzy Mohamed Fofana Mohamed Kamal Mohamed Kamel Mohamed Matter Mohamed Reda Mohamed Saad Mohamed Sabry Mohamed Samir Mohamed Shokry Mohammed Gaber Mohammed Khedr Mohamed Tolba Mona Daoud Morsy Aly Moustafa

Nadia Montaser Nadine Khedr Nancy Radwan Natali Farag Nesma Elkhatib Nora Elgazzar Nora Elkhatieb Omar Saraya Passand Alhammami Ragab Fathy Ramy Afify Ramy Said Rana El Mestekawy Rania Hassan sharif Rasha Rashad Reem El waziry Riham Tarek Said Fahmy Kasem Saif Allah Hany Salma Jalabi Samer Taha Sami Badr Sara El-itriby Sara Jhon Elias Sarah Aclimandos Sarah Maged Shad Allam Shaimaa El Rouby Shazly Eid Sheran Alaa Abd Elkhalea Sherif El Alfy Sherif El haggar Sherif Ghareeb Sherif Mahmoud Sherin A.Al_Rassoul Soha Helmi Sondos Shabaiek Soraya Moraef Sylvia Peter Tamer Hashem Wael Darwish Wael Wagdy Walid A.haleem Walid Gilany Yasmin Aamer Yasmine El rifae

Those who took upon themselves the responsibility of bringing Campus to light.

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Thank you for your vision, loyalty and dedication.

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