Gretly's Mind

My name is Ahmed Gretly, and I live in Cairo, Egypt. I'm a published writer, a Civil Engineer, a poet, a freelancer, a researcher, a daydreamer, and a psychopath. I write fiction, mostly short stories and novellas. I also enjoy reading, photography, and art in general.

Welcome to my blog.

I'll be posting things I like and that inspire me.

Go to this link if you wanna check out my writings: http://anadergretly.wordpress.com/
Long day at the “office”.

#ConstructionSite #ConstructionEngineering #RedWingBoots

Long day at the “office”.

#ConstructionSite #ConstructionEngineering #RedWingBoots

I’m at work while everyone else is having fun at the beach. There’s a lot of sand here though, so, yeah.

I’m at work while everyone else is having fun at the beach. There’s a lot of sand here though, so, yeah.

Wandering around the city of ghosts.

#Edinburgh

Wandering around the city of ghosts.

#Edinburgh

Oh, yeah. Look at her.

Oh, yeah. Look at her.

We had a sandstorm on site today. I was not amused about it. Yeah.

We had a sandstorm on site today. I was not amused about it. Yeah.

12 meters below the natural ground level.

12 meters below the natural ground level.

The aftermath of a tiny twister we had on site today. I couldn’t photograph the actual thing because, well, too much sand.

The aftermath of a tiny twister we had on site today. I couldn’t photograph the actual thing because, well, too much sand.

Plywood formworks of RC footings/ground beams. The building has 18 footings and 41 ground beams, varying in shape and size, so I have decided to carry out the steel works simultaneously with the formworks in order to save time. It is working rather well. You must have class A carpenters, and blacksmiths in order to accomplish such intricate work in a small amount of time.

#ConstructionEngineering #Building #CivilEngineering

Plywood formworks of RC footings/ground beams. The building has 18 footings and 41 ground beams, varying in shape and size, so I have decided to carry out the steel works simultaneously with the formworks in order to save time. It is working rather well. You must have class A carpenters, and blacksmiths in order to accomplish such intricate work in a small amount of time.

#ConstructionEngineering #Building #CivilEngineering

The Lights, #prose by A. N. Gretly


Skid marks on black asphalt tell tales of sudden frights, mesmerising white dashes scurry beneath me, the blurred lights of a thousand cars paint visions in my mind. Tiresome day on my shoulders as I drive home in my metallic skin, and in this silver cacoon, I ponder life and how it moves all around me. And I gaze at the weary faces of those whom I am linked to through this ragged desert road. I imagine their stories, where they have been, where they are heading. Sometimes it is mundane, but other times I see a thing or two that truly set my mind into a frenzied rampage of utter visualisations. It is rare to see a lonesome driver smiling, for the lonesome brood upon their lives, they sink into their own heads, well, unless they are truly sad, that is when you see them singing silly tunes with the radio blasting at full volume. Ah, humans can be strange. Skid marks on black asphalt tell tales of sudden frights, mesmerising white dashes scurry beneath me, the blurred lights of a thousand cars paint visions in my mind. I am a lonesome driver, but I do not sing alone, I sink and sink into this abyss, letting my tiredness poison my mind with visions upon visions. Driving the streets with a windshield view of the world. Driving the world with a windshield view of the streets. And the streets spread in front of me, and the colours and the sounds and the smells, and every single thing in between. I perceive everything but understand nothing at all, but I do not mind, I do not mind. And then a screech changes everything. Eyes dilate, heartbeats quicken, and the world jumps back into focus. Skid marks on black asphalt tell tales of sudden frights, mesmerising white dashes scurry beneath me, the blurred lights of a thousand cars paint visions in my mind; well, I am not dead yet.



#Writing #ShortProse #CreativeWriting

The Lights, #prose by A. N. Gretly


Skid marks on black asphalt tell tales of sudden frights, mesmerising white dashes scurry beneath me, the blurred lights of a thousand cars paint visions in my mind. Tiresome day on my shoulders as I drive home in my metallic skin, and in this silver cacoon, I ponder life and how it moves all around me. And I gaze at the weary faces of those whom I am linked to through this ragged desert road. I imagine their stories, where they have been, where they are heading. Sometimes it is mundane, but other times I see a thing or two that truly set my mind into a frenzied rampage of utter visualisations. It is rare to see a lonesome driver smiling, for the lonesome brood upon their lives, they sink into their own heads, well, unless they are truly sad, that is when you see them singing silly tunes with the radio blasting at full volume. Ah, humans can be strange. Skid marks on black asphalt tell tales of sudden frights, mesmerising white dashes scurry beneath me, the blurred lights of a thousand cars paint visions in my mind. I am a lonesome driver, but I do not sing alone, I sink and sink into this abyss, letting my tiredness poison my mind with visions upon visions. Driving the streets with a windshield view of the world. Driving the world with a windshield view of the streets. And the streets spread in front of me, and the colours and the sounds and the smells, and every single thing in between. I perceive everything but understand nothing at all, but I do not mind, I do not mind. And then a screech changes everything. Eyes dilate, heartbeats quicken, and the world jumps back into focus. Skid marks on black asphalt tell tales of sudden frights, mesmerising white dashes scurry beneath me, the blurred lights of a thousand cars paint visions in my mind; well, I am not dead yet.

#Writing #ShortProse #CreativeWriting

This shall be the last face you see…

This shall be the last face you see…