Thursday, April 7, 2011

*خواطر فى علم الاقتصاد

بدأ اليوم جميلاً
الشمس كانت طالعة و السكة للشغل مش زحمة أوى و أول ما دخلت المكتب لقيت على فيسبوك واحدة صاحبتى من المدرسة هتتجوز و باعتالى دعوة لكتب كتابها و فرحتلها لأنها من البنات إللى فعلاً عايزين يتجوزوا أو مش عايزين يتجوزوا بالضرورة بس عايزين Companionship بس أحنا فى مصر بنسميها جواز
فكرت شوية فى الجواز فى سن صغير و لاقيت إن ده بيخليك تحتفل بكل حاجة ممكن تحتفل بيها بدرى و بالتالى بتخلص احتفال بدرى و ممكن كمان تخلص تجاربك العاطفية بدرى و ده بيضمنلك عدم نضوج عاطفى بالتأكيد و بيخلى البنت دايماً معتمدة على الراجل و متعرفش تتصرف
صح من غيره و ينتج عن ذلك قصور عقلى
طبعاً ديه نظرة سودوية للأشياء
بغض النظر


و انا ببص على جدول مواعيدى للأسبوع إللى جاى، أفتكرت سندس الفرماوى و أحنا فى الجامعة لما كانت بتقول weekends are my busiest days
أنا يوم الجمعة عندى كوارث و ده مش بيتحلنا وقت نقعد مع بعد
خالص

هتشل فعلاً
حاسة إن العالم بيلطشنى على وشى و أنا مش مهتمة
السحابة السودا بدأت فى الزحف على صدرى
إكرشها بقى
مش عارفة أتنفس

العنوان من كريم سامى و هو بيحكيى أمبارح عن مقال مطلوب منه يكتبه *




Monday, March 28, 2011

الفردوس

مجرد إيمانك بالفردوس لا يعطيك الحق فى إجبار الآخرين على العيش فى الجحيم الذى تريد خلقه على هذه الأرض

يريد الأسلاميون ممارسة فرض رأى واحد على الساحة و تغطيته بغطاء شرع الله و بالتالى يصبح المعترض عليه معترض على الله و بالتالى مرتد و مباح دمه

هل تجد مرأة ليبرالية علمانية ملحدة تنزع النقاب أو الحجاب عن مرأة آخرى فى الشارع لمجرد عدم اقتناعها بفكرة الدين؟

و لكن تجد المؤمنين الأسلاميين يخترعون المبررات للاعتداء على الحريات الشخصية للبشر أمثالهم على أساس أنهم أعلم العالمين و أفضلهم عند الله و الباقى خنازير و كافرين مع إنهم لم يحدث منهم اعتداء على المؤمنين فى وقتنا هذا

أما الأقباط فهم أكثر المظلومين، فى حين أنهم لا يمارسوا أى نوع من أنواع الإرهاب الفكرى فإنهم يتعرضون له بشكل منهجى يومى منظم و فى ظل الظروف الراهنة يتعرضون لحملة إرهاب غير مسبوقة

أنا لن أسمح لأحد بأرهابى، حريتى هى كيانى

أريد فردوسى على هذه الأرض كما رأها درويش


Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Personal Side of Things

Strong vibes of love radiated within my soul as he grabbed my hand running towards the last police shield protecting the Tahrir Square.
As we broke that shield, the Square was ours for the upcoming 18 days.
As we broke that shield, we ran across the Square with our arms open wide for the fresh feeling of it all, our lungs were inhaling freedom.
As we broke that shield, our love multiplied in an unexplainable way.

Monday, January 17, 2011

About that.....

Phase 1:
My profile picture didn't change in the light of the horrific event of the church in Alexandria. The reason: I never really believed in this whole facebook-activism thing plus, I have always went to church on the 6th of January despite a church being bombed on new year's eve or not. This shouldn't indicate my religious beliefs, it merely indicates that I am a person who celebrates all holidays and like to share others' happiness and sorrow. I heard about the bombing when I was away for new year's and it started getting into me once I reached Cairo and saw how horrified everyone was both Christians and Muslims. To each their own reasons of course. I went on facebook from my office on the 2nd of January. EVERYONE had a picture of a Crescent hugging a Cross. To tell you the truth I thought to myself, "And the Agnostics and the Atheists don't get a slice of that pie". I had the intention of changing my profile picture to a Cross, just a Cross, in solidarity of the Christians that feel threatened in their own country among their own people, however, I didn't as I thought I would initiate a lot of questions and argument that would leave me hopeless of the current mind set of fellow Egyptians.
But I went to church. I went despite the fact that it took me 4 and a half hours to get to Heliopolis from downtown (where I work).
Heavy security was everywhere, they refused to let me enter the church but agreed to let a significant number of people gather and light candle infront of the church to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Let's talk about the kind of people I was surrounded by in this "mini-mozahra". Journalists, leftist activists and leaders, actors, writers, small kids, 3 veiled women, and a significant number of people between the ages of 20-25, mostly middle to upper middle class, educated, properly dressed and showered, not the kind of people who would be targeted by Islamic Movements to bomb themselves to revenge from the infidel, godless Christians who are fighting Islam.
I went. I lit a candle in memory of all those who went to pray but were bombed away, I lit a candle for those wanting to go to church to practice their faith but are afraid, I lit a candle so that light might replace fear and ignorance.
No bombing of further churches occurred on the 6th of January and no further angry Christians demonstrated to declare their refusal of the current situation.
I felt good about myself, I felt happy that other people felt it was a significant gesture to be there under the current circumstances.
Again, this social class shouldn't be the one practicing this discrimination thus, shouldn't be the one responsible for making it sound like there is no systematic and chaotic discrimination against Egyptian Christians.
It is worth mentioning here that it was my first time taking part in any demonstration in the street despite the fact that I am not quite ignorant with politics both locally and internationally.

Phase 2:
My profile picture changed to the Tunisian flag as soon as I heard the glorious news. I was with my boyfriend and we decided it was too cold to stay in the streets of Cairo that night thus, the decision to go to his place. As soon as we went in, his mom, who has been a leftist activist ever since the 70's, told us the news. We rushed to the TV. All I could see was red. All I could hear was "Mabrook". I was very proud. And even though I wouldn't normally do that, I did it. I changed my profile picture to the Tunisian flag and quoted Ahmed Shawki on my status. I was extremely hopeful and the atmosphere around me was very encouraging and supportive of my feelings.
Witnessing something happen to region for the first time is something. Mere 8 Million people throwing out an oppressive, abusive, unjust and unelected government is something. The Tunisians streets moved and planned and wouldn't give up and that is definitely something.
We weren't lucky enough to live in the 60's when every few months or years occurred and event that meant something to the masses.
The July Revolution was something, so was the 1 Million Martyr Revolution in Algeria, so was the Evacuation of the French Troops from Tunisia, so was the Cuban Revolution and so on and so forth.
If facebook was existent in the 60's I would've changed profile picture to every single event of these. Seeing people DO what we have always DREAMED of is inspiring, fueling and most of all it gives a real and material sense to your dreams.
Witnessing something as big as this and not being moved is inhumane.
Now, picture this. I am a Tunisian. For weeks I have stayed in the streets of my city, without sleep or rest, I got beaten by the riot police, I held on until I could realize my goal of living in a free country, I was somehow successful.
I log on to facebook (where the Tunisian people planned their demonstrations) only to find out that all Egyptians, Jordanians, Algerians, French, Cubans, Colombians and Russians have my flag as their profile picture and are in total support of my just fight. Wouldn't that mean something? Does it make sense that all those for the Tunisian fight fly to Tunisia and show their support in person? No. Which leaves you with choosing not to show support (bad) and showing the minimum of support through facebook because simply, it is fast, free, EFFICIENT and will definitely get your voice heard in Tunisia (they proved to be very good with facebook).

Phase 3:
It doesn't end here. Having changed my profile picture, I went to celebrate the glory on the Journalists' Union stairs. I cheered for the new revolution (hope) and cursed the current system.
It was a weekend, I didn't tell my family for fear of being choked to death by any of them before I become a "political activist", I had people with me (I didn't go alone). To cut it short, it is not always easy or accessible to demonstrate in the street unless you : (1) Are born to a family of activists who will appreciate you doing that, (2) You live alone and no one really cares if you burn yourself to death, (3) Have a very understanding family who accepts your choices and lifestyle (We know how easy is that in our society) Or, (4) Your profession requires you to do that.
For the rest of us, you will ALWAYS have something keeping you from being in a "Mozahra". Work, family, important previous engagements, even the weather being too hot, not to mention your own reluctance, fears or skeptical motives.

Phase 4:
From my own humble experience I have this to report:
1. Change your profile picture when you feel like it, show support, show solidarity, have a voice.
You shouldn't fear being mocked at for doing something "unfashionable".
FEELINGS ARE NOT OUT OF FASHION.
you posting something creates questions and arguments and conversation. Engage, listen, form and opinion then change it, then go back to it. It is only part of the learning experience. You shouldn't consider yourself intellectual unless you have formed a certain opinion and at the same time are willing to listen to others and not stick to it if you find another to be more convincing.
2. Engage in real live demonstrations if you can. I can't really explain the feeling it gives you.
3. Pick your battles. It is really not worth it arguing with a 56-year-old Salafi father of 5 about the possibility of Islam not being "El7al".
4. You are the young empowered member of the society, you have the upper hand. Use it well.
5. عاشت تونس


Thursday, January 6, 2011

Do Not Wait for Happiness to "Happen"

I have reached a point where I am not waiting for anything to happen.
I am not waiting for my life to begin neither am I hoping for wind of change to blow my way.
I embrace each day.
I live each day.

There is no happiness beyond that.
Don't just breath/survive.
Explore and imagine.
Don't wait to be married, hired, promoted, paid...
These are mere incidence, they may or may not happen but that shouldn't deny you your share of happiness.

Waiting kills the fun.
Don't wait.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Now..

.....that I have a new desk, I have new ambitions.
Does it start like that, you get more and you start wanting more?
even if you don't have enough for more?

.....end of year and I can honestly say that this year has been good to me.
I have a job, I am healthy, I have a wonderful person by my side, ASMUN is still going on, my friends are doing well, my family is holding on and the weather was horrible for just one week of the whole year.
Could you possibly ask for more?

......finance are not doing great, but then again I never thought they would do well.
Money can't buy you love.

......I am going away this weekend to see the sea and sleep under the sun,
I can't stop thinking about this weekend.
Can you?

Please consider bigger dreams this up-coming year.
Consider the big dream that ties your stomach in knots that only he can de-tangle,
Consider actually holding on to what you've got and not what you don't have.
Please, for the millionth time, pick your battles.
Talk to yourself more about choices and decisions, about you car maintenance and your next December, talk to yourself more about intentions beyond actions, about inconsiderate people and the considerate ones.

"TALK TO YOURSELF",he said
Please let me be in my space.
and silence, do not disturb my silence.
Please know when I am tired and when I can't take being tired any longer.



And when you read this, please consider the up-coming line
"I have never loved any one as much"