Get out please!

February 3, 2011



He’s gone Mad

Originally uploaded by Marwa Morgan

Probably you don’t know me…..I won’t present myself….I’ll just say I’m an Egyptian 21 years old girl…who was born while Mubarak Ruled….and ready to die to see someone else ruling….

People are saying “No” to Mubarak…..those people who lived 30 years of poverty, ignorance, fear and injustice. Egypt….the country which is well known for its culture, civilization and peace was being robbed by a gang of murderers who murdered and tortured whomever said no to their policies. Numerous people were killed and others ended disabled or lost some of their senses after being tortured.

If you don’t belong to the ruling party (National democratic party) you can’t be in a leading position easily. Reports were sent about any student club member at the university by the police, if you had any political views you were rejected.

We never had a “clean” elections! And Egypt, which has the suez Canal and strong tourism which brought it much money every year, had its property unequally distributed, people couldn’t find food, water or shelter while others are having properties which can be counted as billions of dollars and from illegal sources.

People who lived in 30 years of fear stood up and said a “No”….they called for freedom, social justice and better life standard..

The protesters never caused chaos, they were never violent, we went there ourselves and the representatives around the square where the protests where taking place asked all those who’re entering to leave any scissors, nail clippers, forks, knives or anything that might be used for violent purposes…..they were attacked last friday and gunshot by the policemen, more than 200 people were killed and thousands were wounded. The Police disappeared from the whole country late on friday and some individuals (who were proved to be a part of the police but wearing civilian clothes then) started causing the chaos to take place, they burnt some buildings that included police stations which were empty from the police men, prisoners were released from most Egyptian prisons and gangs started attacking people in the houses….they had guns and they frightened the civilians in their houses….people in the houses starting protecting their houses using kitchen knives, sticks and any other primitive weapons they could use…..lots of gangs were arrested and handed to the army, they then turned out to be some of the policemen too…

Civilians protected their houses, regulated traffic (although a curfew is set here), cleaned the streets and helped others.

Those gangs didn’t only steal houses and frighten civilians, they stole hypermarkets, shops and even hospitals, they stopped cars carrying food and flour to cities….this happened in all Egyptian cities at the same time, and this proves the police thing…they wanted to send a message to people…either their rights in freedom and democracy or their security and their food.

Yesterday 8 million people protested against Mubarak, yet he came out with a disappointing speech telling people that he’ll just continue ruling for the months left in his ruling period (till next september) and he won’t be in the next elections, he’ll save people and he’ll request a constitutional edit from the Parliament (which had more than half its memberships proved to be phony) , so how come?

Today, numerous gangs were given orders to attack the peaceful protesters at the square and killed some of them (I don’t know the number), and more than a thousand were wounded!

Ah! Forgot to tell you that he has cut the internet service over the whole country since last Friday till this morning, and the texting service is still cut too! He’s also attacking media representatives and closing bureaus.

The local media is telling fake news! I can’t believe what they’re doing!

Hospitals are being forces to write fake reports about the causes of death!!


I found my Car having paper with “Pro Mubarak” phrases written on….although I’m totally against!

Google’s marketing Manager in Egypt “Wael Ghoneim” is missing since last thursday as he was an activist and he created one of the facebook pages calling for the revolution!

Kick those “ruling gangs” out! We don’t want them!

Please spread the word among the world :) We don’t want them to butcher more Civilians! Please spread this for all the souls of those who died….for all those kids who lost their parents, for all those mothers who lost their sons and for all those who lost their shops/belongings in that chaos.

The naughty kid is messing up with the colours!

January 8, 2010

When I started writing this…I couldn’t find a title for it…

How can time pass that fast?!

I still feel like I’m that short naughty girl with her short curly brown hair messed up like a lion’s mane, running around with her knees hurt (I always fell down on my knees) yet winning the race.

That naughty girl climbing the window and jumping out of The yellow class’- KG (2/C)- window….and kicking the ball up high that her shoe gets stuck between a tree’s branches and then she gets back home with only one shoe…and a “bare foot”.

The naughtiest…but was never punished at school (except once:D) because of being the clever “teachers pet” although I was ever the book worm.

That’s my school….that’s my grandmother’s place, the balcony whose fence was like “China’s great wall” for a 5 years old kid like me….my worst nightmares then was falling through the spaces between its metal plates…

Here I am…twenty years old, still the naughty girl, but in different terms…my school is a memory, I still love it though…I am tall enough to notice that my legs can’t pass through the spaces in my grandmother’s balcony fence and that fence is too short that it can hardly go higher than my knees are…

Days go, and time passes so fast, even if we can’t notice it…just like the clouds, you never notice that the cloud is moving except if you had a deep look…

What’s even funnier, that things never go as we expect, sometimes we can’t even expect the future, all what we can do is to dream and draw a good picture of it and smile…just as we smile when we remember old naughty memories.

Sometimes looking at the past is a push for the present, we’re the ones whom we want to see, and our past is colored with the color we love…or the color we feel :) Same for our future…Only my brush can paint it, so it’s only me who can paint my own…

I’m holding my brush…preparing my palette to mix the colors on my own, the paper is ready to be drawn on! The naughty kid is messing up with the colors!

Who am I?

January 7, 2010

I’ve always believed that extremes can never be present in the same place…or the same thing…yet, life is full of mid tones that are neither black nor white..

It can never be hot and cold at the same time, it can never be morning and night together.

Man always proved being special, and that He obeys no rules….

The only creature that can be the two extremes in the same time…I’ve always laughed at Amr Diab’s song: “Ana 3ayesh w msh 3ayesh”…but I understood that this “extreme” combination is present only in one creature….human beings.

As a human being, I realized how I am full of contradictions, strong and weak…serious and funny…calm and angry…., that “extreme combination” created some kind of confusion inside me…

Who am I? I can’t classify myself…Am I the serious one or the funny one? Am I the stupid one or the smart one? Am I the furious one or the calm one?

I don’t care to which category I belong..as I always believed I can represent my own brand new category, but I wish I can even determine how this category is like…I can find no description for it..

Yet, I got up, took my magnifying lens and I am searching for the inner me….

If I were a bee….

January 1, 2010

A new year…A new beginning…that’s how I always thought…although those years don’t usually end safely…I’m a beginnings person, I love changes and turns, yet…I am not an “ends” one at all…even when I am totally sure that a new beginning is heading on the way…

Putting my head back on the floor….looking to the ceiling…or maybe watching the lamp as I always claimed (that’s one my favorite moments….I never get bored from watching the lamp :D Maybe the lamp represented hope, or maybe it’s just one of a psycho’s rituals…I advise you not to think much about such things :D )….I turned my eyes to see my desktop background that I’ve just changed this morning so see a photo I’ve taken about 8 months ago…two bees were standing still over two white daisies, and the greens filling the blurry background. The photo was so bright that I felt sun rays coming out of the screen…

I am not a fan of animals, insects or even flowers….but that scene always inspires me….it was my first time to feel how many things we have in common with those bees…

A bee is free….goes here and there, whenever and wherever she loves to, she’s attracted to beautiful flowers, those with strong scents or colorful petals…but a bee doesn’t go anywhere randomly, wherever it goes, it knows what it should be leaving with…it knows what’s her job clearly, never does more, never does less…

A bee is punctual…Never saw a bee flying at night to check a flower…they know when they shall work, every bee knows its “shift”…

Maybe they don’t look nice, maybe they’re called “insects”, maybe they’re tiny, and maybe they seem week…yet, they’ve always proved: Never judge by looks…

Whenever they’re heading for a flower….they leave all others around…even if they are more colorful…they don’t look at the “blurry” back ground even if there are brighter colors…they focus, go on and never look back.

A bee is a good team player, I’ve been watching bees for many days when I went for macro photo walks, never saw a bee quarreling with another as we’ve always seen in animals and human beings…it’s surprising…insects don’t bother themselves with harming others as “higher” creatures do.

It used to surprise me…how determined those creatures are, whenever you try to put them back away from their way that they are moving on, they insist on going (I’ve always considered them one of the nastiest creatures ever..”3′elseen”)…and if they felt that you’re going to defeat them, they defend themselves even if they’d lose their lives for their belief in what they’re heading to….

I love being a human being, that’s a blessing I should Thank Allah for…However I am considering myself a kind of a bee too.

Any bees around?

The kid with the puzzle.

December 29, 2009

An messy room…no much light around except for that sunset ray going through the small slit just beside that wooden window covered by the dark red curtain….

The room was messed up with toys….lots of them, cars, dolls, airplanes…I couldn’t even guess if that was a boy or a girl’s room….

There was a large lamp in the middle of the ceiling, but it wasn’t lit…

A little kid whom I couldn’t recognize his/her face…I couldn’t even decide if it’s a boy or a girl….but I could see he’s a child…a weak one…

The child seemed very busy…he was trying to re-order some pieces of a puzzle, to form a picture which seemed like he lost the guide to it…he didn’t have another photo of the puzzle to imitate, and there was no one around to help…I stood at the door watching silently so I won’t disturb…

I was very surprised…how can a kid leave all that toys and stick to a puzzle…kids don’t usually love puzzles…they love adventures…or what they call adventures…

It was also strange that he didn’t use the lights just above him…yet I wasn’t very surprised…kids don’t usually do right things and look for things to guide….only grown ups do.

I kept watching for sometime, then I decided to get closer…the child noticed me..I got closer and sat beside him…I could now see his face clearly…yet I am sure he didn’t see himself as clear as I did, A mirror is never as clear as human eye is…

I asked him what does the picture he was trying to form looks like….

He answered that he didn’t know…

So I wondered why was wasting his time doing this…

He said: I noticed that my eye was on one of those pieces…so I was sure I am in the picture…

I asked surprisingly how he ‘s that sure that this was his eye..

He said…no one knows my look better than I do….no one has that determined eye except me…

I was surprised…those can never be the words of a little kid…yet, I watched silently…

He started with the eye he believe it was his….and then tried to form his face…it was really him…maybe that time, he didn’t need a mirror….he proved that a person can see himself without mirrors…a heart’s eye is much clearer than a human eye…

He continued working on the puzzle…..he formed the whole him…that took him the longest time, no sooner he completed that part he was done with the whole picture…

It looked very sweet, the sky was deep blue, the clouds were foamy…and he was standing up still…raising his head up high…much taller than he actually was….and looked much stronger…

It’s not about how human eyes see us…it’s about how our hearts’ eyes see ourselves…that’s how we’ll finish up our puzzles…..

I left silently…but I was proud of the kid…who taught me much in those few minutes….

Ah…I realized that he didn’t need the guiding picture…nor the lamp in the ceiling…..Sometimes Kids do things better than grown ups do….

An unforgettable lesson.

January 5, 2009

A new year has always been a symbol of hope, but for 2009, everything is completely different. The new year is a symbol of death, misery and war.

Ten days of continous masscares over Ghaza, ten days of shouting voices, crying eyes, blood, cut limbs and dead bodies everywhere, ten days and the Arab governments are almost “actionless”, ten days and mercy has gone to the other world, maybe celebrating the new bloody year.
I’m not going to write about the situation in Ghaza, I’m just going to write about the situation here, in Egypt, my homeland. The government has done almost nothing, it took them days and days to allow trucks carrying food and milk to pass through the borders, I guess they wouldn’t have opened it if it wasn’t for the unofficial efforts heald by the Arab people.
I’ve seen the Egyptian flag being burnt side by side with the Israelian flag as if we were against the Palsetinian case, as if we were murdurers, as if betrayed our brothers and sisters the Arabs, Muslims and Human being, as if we replaced our hearts with some bullets to use ‘em against the poor children in Ghaza who can’t sleep because of fear, because the sounds of bombs don’t stop, because they’re not sure if they slept they’d find there parents alive or not, their houses there or not, even themselves there or not.
We didn’t betray our brothers and sisters, we would never stop supporting you, we are trying to do our best and be there for you, but our governments don’t always represent us, we are different.
I want to shout and say: I am supporting the palestinian case, with all what I can do, with all what I can offer, I’m supporting you against my government.
That just taught me a great lesson, we can’t judge a whole people because of it’s corrupt government as we do with some western countries, we can’t say they hate us, they don’t. Even if their governments do, we shouldn’t say the whole country is against us, because the strongest among you may not wear the crown.
Donations for Ghaza:
Inside Egypt: http://www.amu-eg.com/tabaraa.php
Outside Egypt:

http://www.un.org/unrwa/emergency/donation/emergency_activities.html


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