The deluded bugger.

I wish emotions could be conveyed into some bare words. My tender readers, don't judge my writing as poor or naïve, my tears are pouring over my keyboard. And I shall never prove to you I'm naïve. Part of my change is "Never to let anybody neither manipulate my solid hard skeleton nor allow any warm pathetic speech affect my serene soft fleshy piece of brain". I am crying because I was manipulated by a speech and I am ashamed of myself believing facts without ascertaining their sources though it has never been my discipline.

 While sitting peacefully on my computer, a dear badly loved friend send me three links around which Wael Ghoniem is litigated for being an agent for America. Three links. Each of which play on one point; "I'll brainwash your mind"And it's incredibly believed how you can be with somebody and surprisingly, within two minutes after reading a non trustable source, you could be manipulated to be against him".

And it happened to me today, after checking the links; I shared them to be a part of the continuous spreading web for a fake truth where spreading itself could be a good reason to make you believe.

In quick details, the first link said "wikileaks website confirmed that Wael was…. "

*"where is the link to wikileaks website?" A friend on FB I've never contacted with commented on my shared link.

-There is actually no wikileaks; the website has been closed and surprisingly I already know it and said to me "they might found some way and got it back". Who are "they"? I don't know!

Another: the second link was a facebook page of about 200 thousand members who should have been "brainwashed" with some blue bold words and of which had a sort of impact on me and thanks to God, they vanished within 40 minutes after putting my own assumptions. The third was one of the fake online clubs that whenever appear in Google search, I scurry away fearing virus. Here I'll share with you what the page accused Wael of. Now Wael for me is neither an official speaker nor the caller for the revolt. But here are some points just to prove to myself first how easy we can be brainwashed by some fake truth.

*The page said that Wael is a freemason because he wears a waistband that belongs to freemasons and wearing T-shirts with a "Masonic" mark.

-Well, does Wael's being part of whatever community could be a well-to-do reason behind the Egyptian revolts? How can we judge some one's wearing as being part of a conspiracy agency? What if he really was a freemason? Then we shall step back away from our own demands. And if he really was, he is enough smart to remove any evidence against himself and evade all these stories by acting one of the public.

*He was judged that he didn't share in the revolts from the beginning and he has been cheering and dancing after Mubarak's step down. though he was agaisnt much feats after Victory.
  For God's sake, is not this guy a human? Isn't he affliated to be an Egyptian and relevent to our happiness?!.. He is not the leader anyhow.And OH, hasn't he been in prison? Wael once said when asked about his role in the revolts," There are no heroes; we are all heroes of ourselves". When his words are uttered along my ears, and my eyes reviews again the words I read, I can understand I am enough sane to tell between a fake cry or speech and a real one. Wael confirmed that he have been well-dealt at the prison contradicting what the page was murmuring around.

I was intending to make a long debate here litigating the case of the page and change perspective about it, and now-after I no longer cry- I think it would be trivial to waste time posting a blatant on a page that has no sane case and has nothing to do with our revolts and will never pull our success into vain of trivial thinking. Now Egypt is the one deserving my solid Skelton and serene flesh J

Thank you Eman, and thank you God for alerting me up. 

EGYPT in CRISIS III- Curfew Nights 3

1 February 2011

I've never imagined the day I'd share my diaries, I would be speaking about a demonstration.I'd make it flat this time. Today is the protest of the millions. It started from El-Kaed Ibrahim in Alex. The same was at El-Tahrir square. My cousins were in the demonstration and I've been fighting with my dad just to let me go with my nation wherever it goes. Only one calm answer, "I only have one Jailan".

The president's speech followed by Obama's tail-speech leaped the hearts of Egyptians. Since the moment Mubarak ended his emotional speech, I could understand one inevitable truth; we are part of  a dirty game, our minds and emotions are a ball handled among unfair men and our innocence is the black sheep.

My country's dilemma is not of one nation. For a million reasons, the world is surrounding us. Only what can be done is a sitting with oneself and weighing pros and cons of my country. I can have NO TRUST in anybody body but myself…

EGYPT in CRISIS II- Curfew Nights 2

30th of January 2011
Water taps didn't drop a single drop of water. Are we starting a new starvation system like Somalia?
No. Our new local non--governmental authorities fixed the problem. Water soon came about 4:00 p.m.

The date was completing the scenario of the previous days. The day on television and at nights, guarding buildings. That night gunshots were getting closer. The news of prisoners running away and thugs terrorizing people were the talk of the hour.

At night, dad and uncle Burhan and uncle Montaser, our neighbors went again downstairs repeating the same scenario, they are now getting closer, analyzing scenes as they see it and murmuring on their homes and the money running out of their hands.May that night be the last terrifying one..

31 of January 2011
That night gunshots where shadowing and unveiling its noise and was getting nearer to us. News in my square were about a truck with about 15-20 men with cold steel threatening the region and driving round.It's terror of all kinds, food is supposed to run out of our hands anytime, money as well, parents started losing power and hope. Egyptian streets are getting back a lot of their buried concepts starting from the neighborhood ending to the organizational committees made by people protecting people

One new good thing among demonstrations is my two new friends Nemo and Dedo; our neighbors' children. Their mother is a nice young woman who has political views which I admire. It's the first time for us to reveal the good neighborhood we have just upon those circumstances. How nice!

EGYPT in CRISIS II- Curfew Nights

29th January 2011-Revolt's lava {1}
It seems like Egypt is driven to wonderlands, this time a more dreadful version. Today's curfew was a bit excruciating.
About 2:00 p.m

Before the curfew starts, mom grabbed me up to Fathalla Market at El-Montaza square and on our way, I eye-witnessed El-Montaza police station with soot all over it; a scene of remorse for any patriotic fellow.Mom -like a bee- and in less than an hour, picked up all necessities then we were haunted in a typical Egyptian queue at the casher for another hour. The market was getting more and more exploded and people were starting fights. I bet that the same –if not more- number of protesters in Alex were inside the market.

9:00 p.m

Another scene was executing the eroding-security; the police withdrawal starts evolving the country. No policeman in the country! It's time for thugs to yell to our homes and protections have lain upon men, fathers, youth and providence of God. A chaos is filling the pace of our home, I found dad dressing up and in determination and persistence, he said," it's my duty to defend you, your mom and our little home". That night, we only slept of exhaust. For God's sake why should we hear gun-shots terrorizing our innocence?!

at our little balcony, Mom smirks in sarcasm and told me "where are women, dear?" . Mom has always been defying her little stubborn feminist-me. I'm still searching the answer yet it's a bit relaxing for me not to find it.

Our balcony doesn't possess a strategic position yet I can still have a look at the main street and our neighboring streets and my camera recording whatever I appreciate. Doesn't it seem hilarious to witness an army trunk running in your street?. Now Gaza's scenes are life in our strategic and spot-lighted country!!

 

EGYPT in CRISIS-Egyptian Litigation

Friday of anger:28th January 2011


Suppressed with tear gases- Alexandria



A Revolution embracing unity... Oppression and suppression, generalized anger, figures that paralyzed the soul of a treason-caller leadership who betrayed their master; the betrayed Mubarak …unanswered question. Curfews. Talks of medias, chaos of the town, no a whole country… Deliberately silent rulers and iron-solidified bold broad-minded Egyptians...Terrorism and local committees. Gun-shots and robberies, fighting back. Shouts for a man to "GET OUT", others supporting him but rather fighting the system... All agree upon change, safety and security.

Have I been hyperventilating with meaningless scenes? Has it been the hour of salvation? Are we at the brink of a revolution? It's time for evolution. Yes? I'm so ready.Events are falling like bullets of heavy rain on the day of thunder or rather less romantic. Oh, is it time for me drawing a metaphor and the world is bursting for my country?
Again, may be the hilarity afore is not of my sanity, yet justified. My heart has been leaping for the side-by side unity; we have finally come out of our dormant unsecured caves litigating our own case. When we say Egyptian revolution, it's a volcano of endless corruption and oppressive ores; it's sediment of suppressive minds and it's time for our productive lavas to pour with its densities.
It's January 28, 2011, "Friday of Anger" (aka the third day of anger since 25th of January) in Egypt when our devoted promising Egyptians inhibit for saying it loud; "NO" and for countless reasons of sediments of rights.I have never had any political interests. Neither did I  imagine I would fight with my dad on  participating in a 'revolution' nor imagine my blog interpreting a political review .For the whole week, I've been anchored in front of the television, it does never matter Al-Jazeera, Al Arabia, Mehwar, Al haya… it's a matter of truth. About 5 cohorts were protesting down my street in the most civilized language of all times, litigating their own justified demands.

Haven't we been living in a dictatorship long enough to shout it out and say "NO". Aren't we worthy the right of tasting new blood of faith to bring the majority to some evolution? Aren't 30 years enough for annihilating our worth? Haven't we born enough sarcasm from the whole world on Egypt and it's the mother of all-lands?!! Do we deserve a 45% of unemployment? Why are we embedded to freeze in the pace we are? Have we been granted for the license of retardation always and forever? Should living for the purpose of surviving be our uttermost? Does our government's utmost be having citizens busy with securing their homes rather than securing their future? Even in standard state of the country, shall we always fight for the brown bits of bread?How many have been under poverty line? 45 million? Isn't it enough? And how many are expected to be? How much money has been in the flesh of governs?

Am I imitating words that have been uttered since the day of my birth? I don't fight for bread, it's delivered to my home, I've never thought of what to eat tomorrow when today there's not enough food, I've never fought for shelter nor felt cold, I've not been flogged in humiliation nor cried of oppression but, most likely, fellows of my country have been before!
Do I have the validity to ask for prosperous life in my country, or "'d better run away?".Shall I cut it short on you and tell you why am struggling with my words today?!! I don't even know when are you going to cease my utterance, my country have broke down the internet connection since the very beginning of the day starting with facebook and twitter. All mobiles and networks were banned. This is my first pause; WHY?!
I would cry out with the protestors rather than typing peacefully and taking photos from my calm balcony, but it's my remorse that feels now the duty to shout the truth out to you. 'WE HAVE BEEN BETRAYED AND BEFORE OUR EYES, WE HAVE BEEN TO OPPRESSSION SEVERLY, WE WERE PLUNDERED AND OUR GOVERNMET WITNESSED OUR PIRACY AND SHARED IN ITS CORRUPTION AND THE RESPONSIBILITY LIES UPON ONE MAN; OUR PRESIDENT EVEN IF HE HAS BEEN BETRAYED TOO"
WHY HAS KHALED SAEED BEEN TORTURED TO DEATH? WHY 2000+ WERE DRAWNED IN A FERRY? WHY, WHY AND WHY?!