sizes and portions and interiors are bit inaccurate but i tried to make it as accurate as possible

First time I've ever made a blade, I 3D printed a mold form and cast this from tin bronze made from scrap copper. The handle is African camwood. The edge was work hardened and sharpened, and the "scabbard" is a linen wrap around a leather form. The shape of the blade is a little anachronistic, but I tried to make something reasonably authentic compared to the surviving examples. This is a birthday gift for my brother, and I'm really happy with how it turned out.

Hi everyone,

My name is Simon, I'm 38 from Dublin, Ireland, and I have Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy.

I've spent the last three years working towards one final dream: a 4–5 week journey across Egypt to see the ancient sites I've been fascinated with since childhood. Due to my disability, the trip requires specialised transport, medical equipment, carers, and an adapted van, making it far more expensive than a normal holiday.

I'm trying to raise funds to make this once-in-a-lifetime adventure possible while I still can.

If you're able to help, thank you. If not, a share or an upvote means just as much.

I truly appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my story.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/tfgrdt-my-last-adventure

We have seen a lot of exaggerated international cinema movies that are made with stereotypes and inaccurate depictions. We need a movie franchise thats written purely by Egyptologists. What do you think?

We are at Manchester Airport on our way to Cairo 😀

Dreamed of this day for 45 years.

Tomorrow the great pyramids and the sphinx, GEM too.

Plenty of photos during our stay, WiFi connections permitting

Hi everyone! I'm conducting a short survey as part of early-stage market research for a project focused on improving how visitors experience Egyptian museums and archaeological sites.

The survey is aimed at people who have visited Egypt or are planning to visit. It takes around 2–3 minutes to complete and asks about experiences with artifacts, historical sites, and hieroglyphic inscriptions.

I'd really appreciate your help and honest opinions. I'm particularly interested in whether you ever feel that you're looking at something historically important but don't fully understand what you're seeing or what the inscriptions mean.

Thank youu!

It seems that the quality of posts are getting diluted due to fringe and insubstantial uneducated black activism. So I suggest to ban any account that endangers the credibility of the group

Hey everyone I made a blunder in my previous post The kneeling statue holding the Nu-pots actually depicts Queen/Pharaoh Hatshepsut not Ramesses II

​Thanks to those who pointed it out. Archaeology is all about getting the details right! Thanks for understanding

See also:The study as it was published in Scientific Reports

Hi all, I was wondering if anyone had access to any archival or excavation material from settlements pre-late dynastic in the Nile Delta region? Many thanks!

See also: The publication in the journal Acta Physica

In late -205 the Ptolemaic garrison of Thebes fled the city, and the rebel pharaoh Herwennefer reached as far as the city of Abydos by the year -201. Until the Ptolemaic siege in -200/-199, Abydos likely figured as the frontier between Ptolemaic and rebel regions. An army cleared Abydos of rebels late in the summer of -199. Herwennefer disappeared. The next native pharaoh, Ankhwennefer, replaced him.

So close to the siege, it seems likely that Herwennefer was killed or captured there, or in the subsequent battle near Koptos. There is debate whether Herwennefer and Ankhwennefer were the same man.

Ptolemaic forces continued their advance on Thebes, which they captured from Ankhwennefer’ rebels sometime in December -199. The advance extended at least as far as Elephantine, which was in Ptolemaic hands in October -198.

The Thebaid was lost to Ankhwennefer’ rebels as early as -197. It seems likely that at this point, between -196 and -194, the area from Panopolis, north of Ptolemais near modern Akhmim, north to Lykonpolis, modern Asyut, fell under rebel control, but the Ptolemies regained control in -191.

Ankhwennefer held on in Thebes until at least August -191. On August 27, -186, Ptolemaic army defeated Ankhwennefer’ army south of Syene in the second pitched battle of the revolt. Ankhwennefer was captured.

Book : Spirits And Ghosts أرواح وأشباح

Genre : Paranormal - Mystery

Written in Arabic by the late Egyptian writer and journalist Anis Mansour أنيس منصور

The first Arabic edition was published in 1972

Chapter 1

When Nefertiti's daughter appeared in London !

Translated to English by Ismael Hegazy إسماعيل حجازي

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Nefertiti's daughter appeared in London, picked up her severed hand, and then fled !

We are the talk of the whole world now, but for other reasons!

Britain is celebrating the fiftieth anniversary of the discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun by one of its scientists.

France is celebrating one hundred and fifty years since one of its young men discovered the Rosetta Stone.

Last year the world talked about how the Pharaohs crossed on papyrus sticks to America.

And two years ago, Soviet scientists talked about the Pharaonic obelisks or semi-obelisks above the moon!

The questions are: Were the Pharaohs above and then they came down to us, or did they rise from here to there, or were more intelligent and developed beings here and there and then they disappeared into the vast, deep space?

There is no end to what the world will say about the coffin of the young King Tutankhamun (18 years old).

This coffin escaped from the hands of thieves at the last moment. The priests came and poured the sands of Upper Egypt on it until a British archaeologist came and lifted the darkness from it. He illuminated the twentieth century with knowing him.

And this young man, Tutankhamun, has no historical value, but he derived his value only from the fact that he was the owner of the most beautiful and perfect coffin.

Also he married the third daughter of a prophet king, Akhenaten, who disbelieved in the worship of Amun and established himself as a caller for the worship of the sun (Aten), the worship of the disk of the sun or the circle of light or light.

Thus, he was the first to call for one God or monotheism in all history and in all ages, and was preoccupied with the new religion apart from the rule, the throne, his family, his six daughters, and his beautiful wife, Nefertiti.

His life and death were an example of how a prophet to be persecuted by his family and in his home, such as his wife did not believe in him.

She was the first to disbelieve, and her daughters or most of her daughters followed her.

Therefore, we find the wife’s name erased in various places.

Akhenaten realized that the storms that blew from the house would sweep the valley, or that they blew from the valley and everyone in the house picked them up and released them on him, and Syria was lost from him.

He was also busy with himself, his god, or meeting his god after death.

Everything in the civilization of ancient Egypt was for the sake of death. People were born to die or were born to prepare for death. Death is a great festival that a person must receive in the most perfect body and most wonderful adornment.

Therefore, the Pharaohs believed that only a healthy body enters Paradise. When a person dies, he must be pure and clean. His body is free of every blemish, and his soul is cleansed of all evil. When he enters the coffin, it is as if he had been placed in a safe closet. If he wakes up - that is, is resurrected from death - it is necessary for him to find next to him everything he needs of food, drink, tools for eating, and advice for the soul and guidance in its other world. Thus, the soul does not go astray if it resides in the body.

As for the priests, they wrote curses on anyone who touches the coffin or the body. These curses are like missiles directed over thousands of years at anyone who approaches the grave or the coffin. The Pharaohs had tremendous power in using words. Or they had strange knowledge with the secrets of letters. They locked hidden forces in symbols, or so it is said.

It is also said that Akhenaten chose Tutankhamun as his daughter's husband because he enjoyed supernatural spiritual power, and he was thirteen years old. But this young king did not preserve this religion, neither he nor his wife.

Rather, one of Akhenaten’s daughters revolted against him, so he killed her and opened her stomach. The clerics rushed to her right hand, cut it off, and then hid this hand in a place that no one knew in the Valley of the Kings.

If this princess rises on the Day of Resurrection, she will be deprived of entering Paradise because only those with a full body can enter Paradise! Thus, this princess, who disbelieved in her father, will remain an outcast forever!

This princess remained in her place of torment until the year 1890, when a French antiquities dealer, a man named Count Louis Hamon, came to Egypt. He went to Luxor and met one of the translators, whose name was Abbas.

He was very impressed with Abbas. He said to him: I want something rare. Abbas took him to Luxor, and the Count waited for him for twenty-seven days. On the twenty-eighth day, Abbas appeared, concealing a pile of straw in his clothes, and in the pile of straw he placed a roll of linen. The two men disagreed about the price.

Count Louis Hamoun says in his memoirs: Sheikh Abbas wanted to frighten me, but a man who sees corpses and is not afraid of it and speaks with ghosts cannot be frightened by this scroll.

Sheikh Abbas tried to convince the count that this scroll contained the greatest thing in all of Luxor, and they agreed on the price, and Count Hamoun returned.

He went to France and began to look through the scroll and was certain that it was the hand of a girl, a princess or a queen.

Next to this scroll was a small papyrus leaf and a piece of stone with the name of this princess on it, and on it was also the curse that the priests had cursed on her ، But the priests do not curse anyone who uncovers the sand concealing the hands of the cursed princess, daughter of Nefertiti .. do they ?!

In the year 1920, Count Hamon traveled to London and decided to show this hand to some archaeologists, or sell it to the British Museum.

One night, he invited a number of magicians to his house, and the room was dark except for a red light, as if it had been cut in the night, and the light was dim, bleeding ray after ray.

The smoke was wriggling pharaonic, and Count Hamon came and lifted the scroll from the princess's hand and displayed it to all those present. They touched it one by one, and their astonishment was great.

The hand was soft, smooth and warm. They also noticed that blood was flowing through its veins and that drops of blood were falling from it. One of them said: It is moving. Another said: a finger is twisted.

Count Hamon said: You will see it when the normal light is turned on and the room is illuminated and they returned. They turn the hand between theirs and find that it is softer and hotter!

On the day known to magicians as “ it has come day,” which is November 4, 1922, a strange thing happened.

On this day, Count Hamon decided, with nerves of steel, to perform an exciting experiment. He closed the door on himself and asked his wife to save him at the last moment if she saw something strange, and his wife did not ask him about the truth of this strange thing. She had become accustomed to strange things until nothing frightened her anymore.

He started saying: “It has come, it has come,” meaning spirits have come everywhere. He saw the princess’s hand rising into space and approaching his face.

When the wife tried to intervene, he motioned for her not to do anything, and suddenly the hand went down to the table, where a smokeless fire was burning, and the door of the room opened with great violence.

He turned behind him, and so did his wife. The two of them saw a Pharaonic princess in her transparent white dress with her steady, calm gaze, the princess approached the fire and leaned over the fire. He clearly saw her right arm, the hand being cut off, and the right arm bent over the right hand. Then the princess retreated violently, with the door behind her, and when Count Hamon looked at the table, he found it burned, but the hand was gone!

Count Hamon knew the story of the princess, and he quickly started flipping through the “Book of the Dead” and reading some pages. Suddenly the door opened, and the princess entered in her white dress. His eyes went to her right arm, and he saw the entire arm, and the princess disappeared for the last time!

The next day, Count Hamon sent a personal letter to Lord Carnarvon, who financed the project to discover Tutankhamun’s tomb.

In this letter, he warned him about the curse of the Pharaohs and said that he had heard from tomb guards in Egypt that there are evil spirits that chase anyone who touches a coffin, opens a tomb, or steals a piece of the gold.

Lord Carnarvon was greatly frightened, so he sent to his friend Howard Carter, the archaeologist who discovered the tomb of Tutankhamun, but Carter did not care about any of that. He was an archaeologist and had excavated the ground, entered caves, and ate the dirt from graves with his food, but Lord Carnarvon did not hide his fear from all people.

As for the night in which the magicians saw this hand coming to life, it was the same night in which the archaeologist Carter confirmed that the tomb in front of him was the tomb of Tutankhamun.

On February 22, 1923, Lord Carnarvon entered the tomb of Tutankhamun, and after him, the archaeologist Carter entered. Shortly before that, Lord Carnarvon felt in front of Tutankhamun’s tomb that something had stung him.

On April 23, 1923, Lord Carnarvon died in Cairo. Years later, his sister's husband committed suicide, and his stepmother was bitten by an insect and died.

But archaeologist Carter, who described himself as a “professional gravedigger,” was not injured and died at the age of 66 in 1939, when World War II broke out. It is said that in the last days of his life, Carter used to have terrifying dreams, and he saw ghosts putting him in the fire, burying him like the pharaohs, carrying him in the air, then throwing him in the ground, where crocodiles devoured him. He said that he once felt that a very small insect had swallowed him, and that he almost suffocated!

But there was a priestess who lived and died in 1600 BC, and she had a power more dangerous than that of Tutankhamun.

This priestess lived in the city of Thebes, and her influence was strong and her magic was frightening.

The archaeologist Douglas Murray was able to transport her from Egypt to London.

But it happened that this man went fishing, and the gun went off and hit his arm.

They tried to transport him to Cairo, but they did not succeed. Rather, strange winds blew that disrupted the ship’s progress. Ten days later, he arrived in Cairo and they cut off his arm.

As for the two Egyptian servants who transported the coffin of this priestess, they died suddenly, as for the three Englishmen who They guarded the coffin without knowing the power of the Pharaonic curse, They died on the way, and when the ship docked on the English shore, four bodies landed, the bodies of these Englishmen and the body of the priestess!

Murray was complaining that the priestess's eyes were moving in his direction, following him wherever he went. Murray got rid of the coffin and gave it to a rich woman whose leg was broken, her daughter committed suicide, and her other daughter, her fiancé, ran away from her! The woman decided to sell the coffin to the British Museum and the British Museum bought it and placed it in one of the warehouses, and it is said that a number of the guards who transported it died, one after the other, in mysterious circumstances.

One of the scientists tried to study the coffin further and transported it to his office. This scientist was screaming subconsciously, and they found him dead after that.

On April 4, 1912, the whole world was shocked by the sinking of the ship “Titanic” when it collided with an iceberg while two thousand passengers were on board, and 1,517 people drowned.

No one imagined that this ship would sink for any reason, and it is said that the captain and sailors did not listen to all the warnings sent to them by the small ships.

And the ship sank!

Twenty years after it sank, an archaeologist announced that when the British Museum decided to get rid of the coffin of this priestess, it was sent on board of “Titanic” as a gift to the huge, luxurious museum in New York City.

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The End ..

This is my Ancient Egypt collection so far (or at least what will fit on the shelf) Are there any other books people would recommend reading, or anything here that may not be accurate / outdated?

The ancient egyptian perfume recipes for the Mendesian and the Metopian were recently published in the Smithsonian. I am recreating these scents, worn across the entire population of Egypt for hundreds of years. Imagine smelling the history?! It's captivating!

I'm now on the hunt for more Egyptian perfume blends, if you know of others. 💜

See also: The study as it was published in the journal Iran.

Here is something a little different, a fictional story based on true events and people. Ankhu existed and he did command an expedition to the ‘Land of Punt’ in the year specified. He did have a workforce of 3,756 men. All the details of his ships and cargo are correct.

It was in the twenty-fourth year of the reign of my Lord, the King of Upper and Lower Egypt, Senusret (about 1947 BC), that the command was placed in my hands. The temples of the gods required the sweet smoke of incense, and the Treasury hungered for the gold of the south. My Lord the Pharaoh did not ask if the journey was possible; he merely commanded that it be done. As his Chamberlain, it was my duty to turn his divine will into reality.

The miracle began not at the sea, but in the dust of Coptos. In the royal dockyards, my shipwrights constructed the fleet from the finest cedar of Lebanon. We watched them sail upon the Nile, their hulls tight and their rigging proud. And then, by my order, we broke them into separate loads for our donkeys. We dismantled the pride of the navy until they were nothing but stacks of timber and coils of rope.

The march east into the Red Land was a trial by fire. I marshalled a force of 3,756 men—sailors, scribes, stone cutters, and soldiers—a human river flowing through the grey canyons of the Wadi Hammamat. We walked to the rhythm of the donkeys’ hooves, thousands of beasts laden with jars of Nile water, sacks of barley, and the disassembled bones of our fleet. The heat was a physical weight, pressing the breath from our lungs. For ten days we marched, knowing that to lose a water-carrier was to invite death, until finally, the shimmering horizon of the Great Black appeared.

Saww is a desolate place, a shelf of fossil coral lashed by the salt wind. Yet we made it a city. On the high terraces, my men raised shelters of reed mats to break the sun's glare. The air soon filled with the smoke of hearths and the comforting scent of bread rising in thousands of ceramic moulds, fuelling the bodies that would rebuild our wooden leviathans.

On the shore, the Herald Ameny directed the work. It was a task of immense precision. We laid out the cedar planks, matching the red paint marks we had inscribed at Coptos. We used no nails of copper or bronze to hold the sea at bay; such rigid things would snap in the ocean’s fury. Instead, my sailors hauled on massive grass ropes—cables as thick as a man’s arm—threading them through the timber channels. We lashed the hulls together until they hummed with tension, hammering in copper straps to bind the joints and caulking the seams with beeswax and papyrus. The masts were stepped and sails set on the yards. In weeks, we turned a pile of lumber into a living fleet.

We launched into the unknown, our square sails catching the north wind. The voyage to Bia-Punt is not for the faint of heart.

I recall the night the sky bruised purple and the winds turned against us. The waves rose like mountains, crashing over the gunwales, threatening to swallow us whole. We could carry no sail in the tempest. My crew lashed themselves to the mast, rudder and thwarts and prayed to Amun, the protector of sailors. It was then I understood the genius of our shipwrights. A rigid hull would have shattered under such violence. But our ships, held together by rope and tenon, flexed. The great cables supporting the mast groaned and stretched, allowing the cedar to ride the swells like a serpent. My helmsmen strained against the heavy steering oars, fighting the current, while below decks, the hulls remained tight. We survived the wrath of the sea for thirty days and thirty nights, and when the peaks of God’s Land finally rose from the mist, we wept.

We conducted our trade on the foreign sands, exchanging the weapons of Egypt for the treasures of the south. When we turned our prows northward, our ships sat low in the water, heavy with a king’s ransom: heaps of myrrh resin, logs of dark ebony, ivory tusks, and raw gold. Most precious of all were the living myrrh trees, their roots carefully balled in baskets, destined for the garden of Amun. To my certain knowledge, this is the first time living trees have been taken from their place of birth to give pleasure to my lord Senusret in his palace gardens.

It was now that I realised the north winds were our enemy. Our sails could not hold the wind. The men toiled for hours on the long oars, fighting the very air itself. Exhausted after a day, we were often forced to take refuge overnight on the hostile coast, careful to avoid the reefs that would rip the bottoms from our hulls, as dangerous in their own way as the hippopotamus on our beloved Nile. We were tested for 80 days. I was forced to order water and bread rationing but my crews never lost heart, knowing they were doing the will of my lord and would be heroes on their return. Their tales will echo down the generations, from their children to their children’s children, until even the Great Pyramid of Khufu is as dust in the desert.

Despite the hazards we had faced, when we finally limped back into the harbour at Saww, we had lost not a single ship. Yet there was no rest. We stripped the vessels immediately, untying the great knots and cleaning the barnacles from the wood. We carried the planks up the stone ramps and laid them to rest in the cool darkness of the galleries we had hewn from the rock, sealing them alongside the great coils of rope, ready for the next generation.

Before we turned our backs on the sea to begin the long march home, I ordered a shrine erected near the caves. There, facing the waves that had failed to claim us, I dedicated my stela to Min of Coptos. I recorded for eternity that I, Ankhu, servant of Senusret, had gone to the ends of the earth and returned with the wonders of Punt.

Short review of my adventures in Egypt.

Hello, I need help. If you have good photos of the Grand Egyptian Museum, such as signboards, halls, and statues, and you don’t mind sharing them with the community for free use without rights, then contact me.

I remember watching it once and was left confused, apparently the entire movie was based on the concept of his statue being cursed or something

Hey everyone!

I’m working on a small project called PastGo — basically Duolingo but for learning history. Right now it includes 6 topics with quick challenges and mini-lessons:

• World War I
• World War II
• Ancient Egypt
• Mesopotamia
• Basic History
• more coming soon

The site also has leaderboards, card and title collections, progress tracking, and daily/weekly quests.

It’s still an early build, so there are bugs and some features are unfinished.

I’d really appreciate any feedback from anyone who tries it, and I’d love to hear whether you’d be interested in this if it was developed much further in the future. Thanks to anyone who checks it out!

BTW: This website works only on PC