I am Egyptian.
An essential part of being an Egyptian is being proud. Really proud.
Perhaps the fist fascist ever was an Egyptian; 7000 years ago, he must have been.
You see, I can not be an Egyptian if I don't mention 7000 years.
The Gift of the Nile, that is how Egypt has been viewed... a gift to the world. A river shared by 11 countries, to give the world one gift - Egypt!
When you land in Egypt, you can not not feel the warmth - because if you are in Summer, it goes to 45 degrees Celsius and if you visit in Winter, we have enough cars to warm the air with exhaust fumes.
Part of being Egyptian is making fun - of ourselves, more than of anything else.
But it is truly warm here in my country and that is because of something more than exhaust fumes and a skin cancer burning Sun.
Somewhere along the line though, because of repeated transgression of this kind land, the Egyptian identity was forgotten.
To regain or rather in an effort to remember what does it mean to be an Egyptian, millions on 25th January 2011 left their homes in the millennium's biggest act of self-discovery with one pursuit, not announced: answering a question - who is the Egyptian?
Over 30 months now and we have not yet found an answer; it seems we still have a lot of hard work ahead. A question to which an answer can not be easily found, can be dealt with in two ways: ignoring it at all - which many Egyptians have had already decided to choose, and the other is to explore new perspectives, where in the answer may be found. 30th June could be this new perspective. An experience which provides us a chance to revisit ourselves - the self unknown to us, yet.
Since my last post, I have been busy trying to understand my making. What makes me who I am? What makes anyone who he/she is? What makes an Egyptian, so distant from himself?
I have no answer now. We have unanswered questions here? What 30th June really is - a military coup or a revolution?
I am still learning about politics, and names are not all I am concerned about now. But what I am certain of at the moment, is even if this is a military coup, it is part of a revolution - a revolution in a sense vaster than people uprise against a regimen. It is the up-rise of Egyptians against their ignorance of who they really are. It is a tribute to a past we are so proud of, which we have no idea what it was.
It is reposting an urgent question - even more urgent than the unannounced - who will the Egyptian be?
An essential part of being an Egyptian is being proud. Really proud.
Perhaps the fist fascist ever was an Egyptian; 7000 years ago, he must have been.
You see, I can not be an Egyptian if I don't mention 7000 years.
The Gift of the Nile, that is how Egypt has been viewed... a gift to the world. A river shared by 11 countries, to give the world one gift - Egypt!
When you land in Egypt, you can not not feel the warmth - because if you are in Summer, it goes to 45 degrees Celsius and if you visit in Winter, we have enough cars to warm the air with exhaust fumes.
Part of being Egyptian is making fun - of ourselves, more than of anything else.
But it is truly warm here in my country and that is because of something more than exhaust fumes and a skin cancer burning Sun.
Somewhere along the line though, because of repeated transgression of this kind land, the Egyptian identity was forgotten.
To regain or rather in an effort to remember what does it mean to be an Egyptian, millions on 25th January 2011 left their homes in the millennium's biggest act of self-discovery with one pursuit, not announced: answering a question - who is the Egyptian?
Over 30 months now and we have not yet found an answer; it seems we still have a lot of hard work ahead. A question to which an answer can not be easily found, can be dealt with in two ways: ignoring it at all - which many Egyptians have had already decided to choose, and the other is to explore new perspectives, where in the answer may be found. 30th June could be this new perspective. An experience which provides us a chance to revisit ourselves - the self unknown to us, yet.
Since my last post, I have been busy trying to understand my making. What makes me who I am? What makes anyone who he/she is? What makes an Egyptian, so distant from himself?
I have no answer now. We have unanswered questions here? What 30th June really is - a military coup or a revolution?
I am still learning about politics, and names are not all I am concerned about now. But what I am certain of at the moment, is even if this is a military coup, it is part of a revolution - a revolution in a sense vaster than people uprise against a regimen. It is the up-rise of Egyptians against their ignorance of who they really are. It is a tribute to a past we are so proud of, which we have no idea what it was.
It is reposting an urgent question - even more urgent than the unannounced - who will the Egyptian be?
