From my old papers

Posted in : Monday, June 26, 2006

Today I saw the movie Omar AlMokhtar. I saw it many times before, but it is the first time for me to see it from a very different prospective. When I was in the CIMAL session we discussed the principle of the one person rule in the history of Arab countries, and I really realized that even in the times of Arab dignity and prosperity, there was a rare chance of talking about democracy or Shura within the minds of our Arab people. We always depend on certain people to defend us, and thus giving away this precious right to others while in the mean time we are the ones who mustn’t ever give up this sacred responsibility.

When people who oppress us torture, or harm, or even kill the symbols of this fight for freedom, for this sacred of responsibility of defense against the destruction of the sacred right of being secured, the sacred attack towards corruption in all the principle fields which the country is based upon. Imagine how can this fight against corruption and authoritarianism be of great use to your own self, to your feeling of being secure. Financially, physically, and in all other aspects of your own life. How can this massive amount of public money to be in the hands of real economic projects. How can this stolen taxes and loans to be in the hands of the people, in the hands of its owners. How can we give the right of management to people who just use us without any kind of service return. How can these kind of people ever happen to understand that ruling is just mere Civil Serving, which means that they are servants to US, the people, not the US the states. Not just to be the little good dog that is thrown a bone for being a good defender of any rights other than the Egyptian rights. Don’t you think that Egyptians don’t have these most powerful amazing powers of observations? These powers which is going like blowing air in the air, no use at all.

And again, we see our own defenders of freedom assaulted in different aways in front of own eyes and we are afraid to speak our own voice in this narrow space available to us in the internet.

I hope to feel that Egyptians are human anymore, not to be in the state of nobody home, like Pink Floyd is saying:

I’ve got a little black book with my poems in, got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I’m a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I’ve got electric light and I’ve got second sight.Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know when I try to get through on the telephone to you there’ll be nobody home.

I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable pinhole burns.
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain. I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I’ve got wild staring eyes. And I’ve got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooh, Babe when I pick up the phone”Surprise, surprise, surprise…”
There’s still nobody home.
I’ve got a pair of Go hills boots and I got fading roots.

But who knows, maybe I wont find any surprise.

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