RED Vs. BLUE and BOOOM went the BOMB

There was a time bomb planted in the earlier regime, two “specialists” from the bomb squad were called in to save the day. Specialist one decided to go with the BLUE wire ..Specialist two with the RED wire…. Tick Toc as the conversation heated up and time ran out , the RED Specialist decided to take control pushed over the BLUE Specialist , took the bomb and ran away.. too overwhelmed by the power between his hands , for he held life and death, the euphoric sense of power made him forget about TIC TOC… BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM…bomb went out… Silence..
The Blue specialist ecstatic about how right he was, came looked over the ruins , overlooked all the bodies and damage, and leaned over the corpse and cut the blue wire. It didn't matter if it was too late , it just mattered that he was right. 
Moral of the story: It doesn't matter if you were right once the damage is done. Time doesn't heal everything. A dead body is a dead body, Justice is justice, vengeance will be demanded, Hatred is upon us and we will reap what we sowed... time stops for no nation but pulls it into the eye of the twister of turmoil, perhaps history will surprise us, may it be kind.

Who will take the shirt off my back...?

Reminiscing the times when I had to be in downtown Cairo 3 days a week... attire: loose yoga pants, My "Downtown" Shirt, and sneakers, hair tied up in a bun. Not a ponytail because it has been proven to be extremely appealing for some weird reason I will never get. Once I reach my destination I take off the "Downtown" short to reveal a half sleeved t-shirt which is pretty standard, I wouldn't call it appealing at all, wear my hair down or in a ponytail and VOILA I recognize myself again.

Reminiscing the times when I went to protest all across Cairo... attire: loose pants, "Downtown" shirt or what is equivalent, so probably a long sleeved, long something that gives me the silhouette of a sack, hair bun

Reminiscing the times I went to finish governmental paper work: attire: "Downtown" Shirt, sack silhouette achieved   , hair bun.

Reminiscing on how many times I was harassed in my “meet the public “attire is ridiculous. I think that I pretty much made myself repelling, if not then least to say off the radar. You can’t see any details of a feminine person, I don’t even bling. 

it recently hit me,  I realized how I feed the phenomena of sexual harassment in Egypt, how I help make it grow.

I am a coward, I let the sexual harasser infiltrate my subconscious and pick up my wardrobe. Whenever I look in the mirror I don’t see myself with my own eyes but that of a harasser, the eyes of a criminal.

I think it’s safe to say that many women have the same set of eyes. It’s the same set of sick eyes that undress you as you walk on by , the set of eyes that penetrates every cell of your body and sets out the “Here it comes” alert  when you just know he is about to say something or do something to you. The eyes that tracks and hunts you down in the busy streets, streets you think are too busy to comprehend the passing of a female. No matter what you are wearing, no matter how many layers, how loose your clothes are, how boring or dull or monochromatic. You dear lady are getting stripped.  Sad to say that actually getting stripped isn't far-fetched.

In times where women share the streets with “Male” creatures that can start sexual harassment at the age of 10...YES 10!! In times where some women are killed after an attempt of sexual harassment that she simply refused to let it slide…True story. Note we are talking about Harassment and assault  , let alone the gruesome raping and gang raping that happen in broad day light where a million people are gathered.

I share the streets with people, who chose to turn the other way when they see sexual harassment, or try to persuade you to just “let it slide”.  When I walk streets that not only embraced public urination but can actually oversee public masturbation.  It just seems natural to try to seem as invisible as I possibly could. But this isn't the answer. I am not advocating running around looking sexually provocative as well, but I just want to be me,  wear my hair down , and wear my ‘downtown’ shirt if I want to , not because I use it as  armor.

I will not feed this sick society with playing it safe, I am sticking to my grounds and convenient wardrobe. This is not a feminist movement and I refuse to call it that. This is my basic human right, my right as a citizen of this country, and people who ask women to adapt to a sick society; the people who wear the eyes of the sick are their equivalent.  I can’t be shamed that I am a woman for having breasts and different genitals that all the sick perverts out there. A country that overlooks the coexistence of more than half the population in basic rights won’t have very far to go , because it’ll be lost in a pit of hormones , my example is the last parliament.

I salute every single woman who fights and struggles every day for her wardrobe, femininity, body, virginity and most recently her life.

Question is are women going to take the “Downtown” shirt off their backs , will you help them take it off, or will we watch it getting ripped off their backs?

I am keeping the shirt in the closet until further notice from the population of our dark city.

Cranium of an addict

I am an addict. I’ve finally owned up to the fact of my addiction and succumbed to the actuality of my past, present and possibly my future. It brings me peace though that I am not alone in this; almost everyone I know is in this with me. Thinking of who to rule out of this horrid circle, no one really comes instantly to my mind… not even after giving it a few seconds.

What kind of society are we to judge people with addictions as outcasts and perverts from the righteous way we allegedly lead. We are all addicts… I am an addict.

Looking back through memory lane, the memories I cherish, those I shudder when recalled, those in a blind spot intentionally or by accident the picture becomes clearer. How many times have I been through something thinking to myself that this would be the last time to do that? How many times have you done that? Lied thinking it was only this time, betrayed someone for the first and last time…probably wasn’t. That moment you decide that someone was inferior to yourself and deserved to take the bullet instead of you, how about take a bullet in the first place, what if I’m talking here about an actual bullet. How many times did we decide to stand in the way of justice, fairness, equality just for once? How is this any different from someone who thought he’d try crack or heroine for the first time? Just this once… only this time. The difference is someone who tries drugs will probably continue to stroll down this path and you won’t, but what if your drug is your personal interest, or power or just you the center of the universe.

The problem with our ego is power, we are overrated creatures. We think we actually have indefinite power over ourselves and self restraint without believing in order to get to that point we need to work mentally, psychologically and spiritually to get there. So as an addict as yourself I ask you this, how many times did you go through something telling yourself if you wanted to stop yourself you were totally capable of it? How many times did you think you’ll cheat just this once and if you really wanted to depend on yourself and study you’ll ace the damn thing? How many times you thought I don’t want to stop this now (this being any sort of habit or act smoking, drinking, drugs, procrastination, cheating, lying) but if I really did I could, and I would. You can’t and you wouldn’t, because you are an addict. You and I give ourselves too much credit in how powerful we are without proving it ever. We’ve both never tested our power over ourselves and self control, but we actually assume it’s there. IPSO FACTO. 

A drug addict overrates himself and his ego feeds his false empowerment over the situation, thinking at any given time if he wanted to stop, he will summon his imaginary power over his self destructive ego and do the impossible. Control the uncontrollable and reach for what has clearly become out of his league, he takes a leap of faith armed by weaponry that’s never been tried before. It’s Russian roulette with a cylinder full of bullets.

My fellow addict what are we without comparison. Think of the way addicts view their peers aka other addicts. Now all we see when we look at them is how bad they have it, how far they are into their addictions, how stupid they are for upping their doses, for changing their drug or whatever our judgment can reach. Now in the gruesome process of tearing each and every addict apart by our judgment, how many times do you stop and judge your own addiction? How many times have you doubted the logic and intentions of another person and created a blind spot to your own? How many times did you glorify your mistakes as lessons learned and other people’s mistakes as deal breakers? How many times did you go easy on yourself and tear someone else apart by comparison. Yes my dear fellow, we are addicts… we just don’t own up to it.

Addiction is all around me; it’s grown on me and those in my surroundings. I see people who are addicted to their own comfort zones and wellbeing putting aside how many people they are stepping on. I see addicts to stupidity and blind hearts that turn away for all the wrong doings around just because it’s only this time, or because in comparison the others seem to deserve it. I see addicts to mainstream society, media, work, art just because it’ll get them somewhere, somewhere meaningless.  I see addicts to justice, but how far will they go… how high will they rise above their egos to get the absolute high??

Utopia literally means NOWHERE. So where are all the sober people? They’ve all moved to Utopia.

“I AM AN ADDICT.” You should say it.

هل هذه مخالفات للإعلان الدستوري من العسكر؟؟؟؟؟؟؟

هل هذه مخالفات للإعلان الدستوري من العسكر؟؟؟؟؟؟؟

( مــــــادة 9 )

كل مواطن يقبض عليه أو يحبس أو تقيد حريته بأى قيد تجب معاملته بما يحفظ عليه كرامة الإنسان , ولا يجوز إيذاؤه بدنيا أو معنويا , كما لا يجوز حجزه أو حبسه فى غير الأماكن الخاضعة للقوانين الصادرة بتنظيم السجون .

وكل قول يثبت أنه صدر من مواطن تحت وطأة شئ مما تقدم أو التهديد بشئ منه يهدر ولا يعول عليه.

 ( مـــــــادة 10 )

للمساكن حرمة فلا يجوز دخولها ولا تفتيشها إلا بأمر قضائى مسبب وفقا لأحكام القانون

 ( مـــــادة 13 )

حرية الصحافة والطباعة والنشر ووسائل الإعلام مكفولة, والرقابة على الصحف محظورة, وإنذارها أو وقفها أو إلغاؤها بالطريق الإدارى محظور , ويجوز استثناء فى حالة إعلان الطوارئ أو زمن الحرب أن يفرض علي الصحف والمطبوعات ووسائل الإعلام رقابة محددة فى الأمور التى تتصل بالسلامة العامة أو أغراض الأمن القومى , وذلك كله وفقا للقانون .

( مــــــادة 20 )

المتهم برئ حتى تثبت إدانته فى محاكمة قانونيه تكفل له فيها ضمانات الدفاع عن نفسه , وكل متهم فى جناية يجب أن يكون له محام يدافع عنه

 ( مـــــادة 23 )

يبلغ كل من يقبض عليه أو يعتقل بأسباب القبض عليه أو اعتقاله فورا , ويكون لـه حق الاتصال بمن يرى إبلاغه بما وقع أو الاستعانة به على الوجه الذي ينظمه القانون , ويجب إعلانه علي وجه السرعة بالتهم الموجهة إليه , ولـه ولغيره التظلم أمام القضاء من الإجراء الذى قيد حريته الشخصية , وينظم القانون حق التظلم بما يكفل الفصل فيه خلال مدة محددة , وإلا وجب الإفراج حتما

          صلاحيات مجلس الشعب ( مـــــادة 33 )

يتولى مجلس الشعب فور انتخابه سلطة التشريع , ويقرر السياسة العامة للدولة , والخطة العامة للتنمية الاقتصادية والاجتماعية , والموازنة العامة للدولة , كما يمارس الرقابة على أعمال السلطة التنفيذية

  كان هذا شهر سبتمبر (مــــادة 41 )

تبدأ إجراءات انتخاب مجلسى الشعب والشورى خلال ستة أشهر من تاريخ العمل بهذا الإعلان.
ويمارس مجلس الشورى اختصاصاته  بأعضائه المنتخبين .

ويتولى رئيس الجمهورية، فور انتخابه، استكمال تشكيل المجلس بتعيين ثلث أعضائه ، ويكون تعيين هؤلاء لاستكمال المدة الباقيـة للمجلس على النحو المبين بالقانون

    ليست ضمن الإستفتاء      ( مـــــادة 56 )

يتولى المجلس الأعلى للقوات المسلحة إدارة شئون البلاد، ولـه فى سبيل ذلك مباشرة السلطات الآتية :
1ـ    التشريع .
2ـ    إقرار السياسة العامة للدولة والموازنة العامة ومراقبة تنفيذها .
3ـ    تعيين الأعضاء المعينين فى مجلس الشعب .
4ـ    دعوة مجلسى الشعب والشورى لانعقاد دورته العادية وفضها والدعوة لإجتماع غير عادى وفضه .
5ـ    حق إصدار القوانين أو الاعتراض عليها .
6ـ    تمثيل الدولة فى الداخل والخارج، وإبرام المعاهدات والاتفاقيات الدولية ، وتعتبر جزءاً من النظام القانونى فى الدولة .
7ـ    تعيين رئيس مجلس الوزراء ونوابه والوزراء ونوابهم  وإعفاؤهم من مناصبهم .
8ـ    تعيين الموظفين المدنيين والعسكريين والممثلين السياسيين وعزلهم على الوجه المبين فى القانون، واعتماد ممثلى الدول الأجنبية السياسيين .
9ـ    العفو عن العقوبة أو تخفيفها أما العفو الشامل فلا يكون إلا بقانون .
10ـ    السلطات والاختصاصات الأخرى المقررة لرئيس الجمهورية بمقتضى القوانين واللوائح .

وللمجلس أن يفوض رئيسه أو أحد أعضائه فى أى من اختصاصاته

    ليست ضمن الإستفتاء (مــــادة 61 )

يستمر المجلس الأعلى للقوات المسلحة فى مباشرة الاختصاصات المحددة فى هذا الإعلان وذلك لحين تولى كل من مجلسى الشعب والشورى لاختصاصاتهما , وحتى انتخاب رئيس الجمهورية ومباشرته مهام منصبه كلُ فى حينه

    ليست ضمن الإستفتاء (مـــــادة 62 )

كل ما قررته القوانين واللوائح من أحكام قبل صدور هذا الإعلان الدستورى يبقى صحيحا ونافذا ، ومع ذلك يجوز إلغاؤها أو تعديلها وفقا للقواعد والإجراءات المقررة فى هذا الإعلان .

هل تم الإستفتاء على شرعيته وهل خالف الإعلان الدستوري؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟

المجد لجيش النكسة

روح كده  خد بعضك واتكلم مع ناس من الجيل اللي حضر النكسة.. حاول كده أرصد الشعر والأغاني في الوقت ده.. وشوف الحالة العامة للشعب وقتها كان عامل ازاي ... الناس دي اصيبت بخيبة أمل شديدة و نوع من الصدمة النفسية ... وكان مفيش عيلة واحدة مفيهاش حد في الجيش أو نفسه يطلع ضابط ويطلع على الجبهة ويحارب علشان مصر ... وكان الناس كلها بتساعد مادياً ومعنوياً لرجوع الجيش ...والشعب رفض تنحي الرئيس الراحل جمال عبد الناصر وفضل الحلم للنصر لحد إنتصار أكتوبر... أنا كنت قاعدة مع سيدة زوجة ضابط في الجيش في المرحلة دي.. و قالت لي انها باعت الصيغة بتاعتها عشان الفلوس تروح للجيش وإن الناس مكنتش عارفة تعمل إيه ولا إيه وقتها .. بعدين بدأت تعيط و تقول لي إنها بعد ما شافت الجيش وهو بيضرب وبيسحل الناس في الشارع حست بالخيانة لتاريخ الجيش و عراقته .. وإن دة لا يمكن يكون الجيش بتاعنا .. قد إيه الناس دي مضايقة وعندها إحساس بخيبة أمل ورجا في المجلس العسكري.. و كان تعلقها على أحداث ماسبيرو ازاي يطلع قائد يقول الجندي فقد أعصابه في شارع امال على الجبهة هينيل إيه؟؟؟ عرنا بره و جوا ... وفي الأخر قالت لي الجيش دة مش جيشنا..و لا يحتسب علينا ... وهو فعلاً جيش الندامة ..جيش لطخ يده بدماء مصرية.. وعرى مصر .. وخان تاريخه وانصاره وجنوده القدام ونكث القسم.. ده جيش العار .. ولا علاقة له بجيش المجد جيش النكسة جيش أكتوبر.. وعزاءنا للأجيال المحترمة ... ويسقط يسقط يسقط حكم العسكر    

STOP Whining and FIGURE IT OUT!!!

My words go out to those who believed in a revolution that merely started on the 25^th of January 2011, even if our beliefs and paths have departed after the ousted president left.  To those who didn’t even support the initiative my apologies if I talk a different language.  

Cutting it short we all agree on those 3 things hopefully:

1-عيش

2- حرية

3-عدالة اجتماعية

Now our methods are different and so are our paths obviously. Some of us still see that the revolution got us nowhere and resistance still remains our only option. Others see that we are exactly where we need to be politically but protesters are slowing us down.

Tackling point #1 … I present to you civil services and NGOs that work on daily basis concerned with only one thing actually feeding people all across Egypt. They wouldn’t mind people helping out as volunteers or as PR or fundraising. If not they wouldn’t turn down financial resources or more exposure.  If not you could cover as an independent individual how some bakeries cheat people in prices and quality and the way people actually DIE to get bread? There are a million things we could do those are just on the top of my head

Point #2:  it’s quite obvious the entire Egyptian society won’t ever agree on this. Some people think we are already there and we are a free democratic country. Others don’t even see it as an issue that affects their day to day life. Others obviously think it’s a sham and we are still not even at square one. To each his own and this is a feeling that isn’t defined or measured to let it be…..

Point #3 : You need to first define what that actually means? Are you someone who wants each and every Egyptian to have the same rights and treatment or are we too comfortable in our own little bubble and comfort zones that it doesn’t even matter anymore?? So it matters to you FIGURE SOMETHING OUT TO DO!!!

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that we share this country and we won’t always move in the same direction with the same force. People are different, WE are different but at the end of the day unless a sociopath or a thief we all have the same intentions a better society and a country. SO FIGURE SOMETHING OUT!!!!

Go out there, help out, and report when things go wrong. I am assuming you believe in the elections brought to you by the revolution you participated in. GO out there nag to your deputies about your concerns. Nag to the government services. Get your rights and nothing less. We have come this far and your nagging and whining that people don’t want to join you or that it’s too much or that your lonely in a square, too much of a square , a square doesn’t control us. Just forget about that start taking action as an individual. Fight for those who are less fortunate please!

Protesters should stop blaming people who don’t want to pitch in with this struggle and people who don’t want to be there shouldn’t take the protesters as an excuse. YES it’s all related and dependent but we will never intersect. This is a fact we need to deal with and work with. Just figure something out and remember that I guess one day we all had this glimpse of hope we’ll turn out and be better, So reach for that and quit blaming others. If they are an obstacle get past it and start building in a different direction.  

From now on as an individual I’ll start doing what I see fit. I don’t need everyone I know to support copy or even care about it. So please enough with wasting our energies on proving points no one needs to know, and believe it or not NO you won’t be seeing any converts to your point of view. It’ll get you absolutely nowhere and is a total waste of energy.

So just STOP.

He/She cries ...

Just before it began to drip from his firm high cheekbones he decided he won’t let them seep. He wouldn’t let them take control of him and define how he would react to these hard times. The word caught his attention; it crept in as a vague inception curled in, wrapped around and took over his entire mind. He refused to think of them as “they” .Preference in how you describe things, the wording you use can take over and change the entire situation. Tears were an “It” not a “they”. THEY don’t drip, THEY don’t leak, dribble, THEY definitely aren’t a reaction emotional or strategic and THEY don’t burst. It is controllable, it is the eye secretion that cleanses and lubricates the eyes. So unless you are yawning it’s stupid and just doesn’t happen. It is under control.

Sitting down and contemplating about tears it hit him, that time his tears were a “they”. They seemed to be his final retreat at that time. They were his call for deliverance, sanctuary, his only option. Finding himself in a tough spot, mystified about the tears he had lost in his adult life when he was so poised, distant and held his entire world on a string. The moment he converted into the “no crying” zone was the moment his tears had failed him. The moment after he shed them and waited for their return in the form of something else. Once they dripped from his eyes, landing on his high cheekbones they left a glimmering track on his face proving they were here. That’s what hurt the most there was proof he turned to them, he had been lost and will be again. The track was paved. He waited for his tears to reincarnate in his present life in the form of an answer, a solution or maybe to take all that has happened back. As time went by he felt betrayed by them for they didn’t show up again to save him, it wasn’t a reincarnation into a new form; it was a cremation of his belief. Nothing came out of it .After being deceived by his very own beliefs that he’d feel better after he cried,waiting to be saved, he decided to take drastic measures of refusing to go there ever again. He would never shed a tear again, not after being betrayed by his own instincts. Humans, we are taught to do this, we manage creating our walls, cages, cremators and death beds. We learn to become distant yet present, involved but free. We get over ourselves, lock up our inhibitions and just… are.He would just be...

His tears were dispensable, and would never again be left out to reincarnate. He was never going to cry again...and he never did.

She was thinking at the time how stupid she looks. She was living up to the word “you’re such a girl!!” with all of its glory. The thing is being a girl in the simplistic definition of the people around her was you have breasts, naïve, inexperienced even at the age of a hundred, and you’ll eventually cry. So she was actually living up to the expectations of the world around her. To everyone around her, she was a girl and those were her tears. Of course being surrounded by her fellow-hormonal - breast having-naïve woman she did get understanding hugs and looks and empathy. Her hormonal beings did get it, even a few men did. They’d hold her and she’d be wrapped under their arms, steady heartbeats would race out of the chest to comfort her but that wasn’t enough. They couldn’t see the humiliation of her tears falling from her eyes, the desperation of aching for help. The problem is no one respected the fact that her tears were outshining her. Being a total girl about it she didn’t like her tears taking all the attention. No one wanted to give respect to the reason behind her tears, they were all pampering them. Either she was encouraged to let it all out and have her loss compensated with touches of compassion and looks of sympathy , even joining her tearful club. It just didn’t do it for her; they didn’t respect the fact that she had; in her right mind decided to let go and get exposed. She felt naked with her tears, not the uneasy naked, not the feeling exposed but glad you were. She was horridly naked; now she had to wait for the right thing to happen. She was waiting for her tears to reincarnate in something or someone, keeping complete faith all the time that they would come back with something.

They would reincarnate, save her and pay the respect that was due, she keeps waiting for the respect she had earned to come and complete her again… she kept waiting …she kept crying.