The Rundown

Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez

The Rundown is a 30 minute radio show by Mayar Azmy, Nadine El Shiaty and Mai Abdel Moaty. They talk about different Hollywood headlines and what is going on with the entertainment world.
Later on they interview Nadim George, an Egyptianiv>

cinematographer. He discusses his experience with the movie world in Egypt and where he plans on seeing himself in a few years.

The Kite Runner (Narration)

The Kite Runner Khaled Hosseini 

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There were a lot of reasons why I went to Hazarjat to find Hassan in 1986. The biggest one, Allah forgive me, was that I was lonely. By then, most of my friends and relatives had either been killed or had escaped the country to Pakistan or Iran. I barely knew anyone in Kabul anymore, the city where I had lived my entire life. Everybody had fled. I would take a walk in the Karteh-Parwan section- where the melon vendors used to hand in the old days, you remember that spot? - and I wouldn't recognize anyone there. No one to greet, no one to sit down with for chai, no one to share stories with, just Roussi soliders patrolling the streets. So eventually I stopped going out to the city. I would spend my days in your father's house, up in the study, reading your mother's old books, listening to the news, watching the communist propaganda on television. Then I would pray namaz, cook something, eat, read some more, pray again, and go to bed. I would rise in the morning, pray, do it all over again. 

And with my arthritis, it was getting harder for me to maintain the house. My knees and back were always aching- I would get up in the morning and it would take me at least an hour to shake the stiffness from my joints, especially in the wintertime. I did not want to let your father's house go to rot; we had all had many good times in that house, so many memories, Amir jan. It was not right- your father had designed that house himself; it had meant so much to him, and besides, I had promised him I would take care for it when he and you left for Pakistan. Now it was just me and the house... and I did my best. I tried to water the trees every few days, cut the lawn, tend to the flowers, fix things that needed fixing, but, even then, I was not a young girl anymore. 

But even so, I might have been able to manage. At least for a while longer. But when news of your fathers death reached me ... for the first time, I felt a terrible loneliness in that house. An unbearable emptiness. 

So one day, I fueled up the car and drove up to Hazarjat, I remembered that, after Ali dismissed himself from the house, your father told me he and Hassan had moved to small village just outside Bamiyan. Ali had a cousin there as I recalled. I had no idea if Hassan would still be there, if anyone would even known of him or his whereabouts. After all, it had been 10 years since Ali and Hassan had left your fathers house. Hassan would have been a grown man in 1986, twenty-two, twenty-three years old. If he was even alive, that is - the Shorawi, may they rot in hell for what they did to our watan, killed so many of our young men. I don't have to tell you that. 

But, with the grace of God, I found him there. It took very little searching- all I had to do was ask a few questions in Bamyian and people pointed me to his village. I do not even recall its name, or whether it even had one. But i remember it was a scorching summer day and I was driving up a rutted dirt road, nothing on either side but sunbaked bushes, spiny tree trunks, and dried grass like pale straw. I passed a dead donkey rotting on the side of the road. And then I turned a corner and, right in the middle of that barren land, I saw a cluster of mud houses, beyond them nothing but broad sky and mountains like jagged teeth. 

The people in Bamiyan had told me I would find him easily- he lived in the only house in the village that had a walled garden. The mud wall, short and pocked with holes, enclosed the tiny house- which was really not much more than a glorified hut. Barefoot children were playing on the street, kicking a ragged tennis ball with a stick, and they stared when I pulled up and killed the engine. I knocked on the wooden door and stepped through into a yard that had very little in it save for a parched strawberry patch and a bare lemon tree.

*I used an M-audio to record this narration

AUC Women's Soccer Team: promo

The women speak up about what the sport means to them.

Music Credit: Avicii - levels

Interview with Farida Salem: preview

A few of the team members. 

Photo courtesy: Nermin El Shimi

The AUC women's soccer team have hardly been acknowledged enough on campus or gotten the spotlight they well deserve after two amazing championship wins last year. Farida Salem, team player, gave us a brief idea of what it was like to play and win such tournaments.

She also talked about what little attention the team got on campus and how people did not understand the passion she had for the sport.

Life in the Core of AUC

Mayar Azmy & Islam Khalil 

- water from the fountain
- Student unfolding a piece of paper
- Shifting chairs
- Doors to the Core building opening
- student walking up stairs
- Cleaner sweeping the stairs
-Doors to core building close

Mexico's Missing Island

Mexico's missing island

Produced by BBC
Narration: David Cuen
Length: 23 Minutes


"For an island that size to disappear, it's a real mystery". - Lighthouse Keeper. It appears to be a case many people have wondered about. How can such a big island that is visible on many maps and been visited by people before vanish? David Cuen, an originally mexican journalist, takes us on his trip to find the missing island.

The quality of the audio and nat sounds were very good and gave it a good feel as to what was going on around us. Despite the accent Cuen had, his voice was clear and very well understood and there were no problems trying to keep up with his story. He was very descriptive about the whole search, especially during the boat ride and how the waves were high causing him to feel a little boat sick.

The story itself is interesting and the stories told gave it a lot of flavor and voice. It helped listeners get a broader view to the story and understand the background behind the case, however, after a few minutes into the story it gets a bit boring and repetitive. I remember at a certain point he talked about the waves and feeling sick quite repetitively in a very short amount of time.

I think the story was a bit too long and that some points things could have been cut out. The story had a very strong beginning catching my attention as to what the mystery was but finished out a bit weak. Around the 16th minute I had started zoning out and had to pause and do something else for a while to get back into the story.

Otherwise the website itself was very easy to navigate and the writing accompanying the audio was informative enough to get the reader to want to listen to the audio.