لعنة اله الاستعباط 1- التحرش ابسولوتلى.. اسلوب حياه

لاننا شعب "متدين بطبعه" و"غير عنيف بطبعه" و لان المصلحه العامة ودرء الفتن والخوف من فضيحة البنت وعشان منعملش مشاكل وعشان البنت برضه ممكن تكون السبب.. كلها اسباب واهيه ورثناها ابا عن جد.. اعتدنا ايضا تسييس الجمل والبعد عن الصراحة والتحوير وماتجيش من الاخر وتقصد غير ماتقول وماتقولش للاعور انك اعور فى عينه .. اتعودنا كمان ان المنافق سياسي وبيمشى حاله والصريح جلياط والملاوع صايع واللى دوغرى مقفلها..والغرض بالنهاية المصلحة العامه وعشان الدينا تمشى..

لا حبيبى دي مش مصلحة عامه.. ده تع*** خاص بسيادتك. والسياسه والجهبزه دى طبعا بتشتغل وفقط من الاكثر قوه وسلطه على الاكثر قهرا وضعفا..

كل ده وبالتاكيد لعنه- اكيد لعنه من اله فرعونى قديم وسرحت على الشعب كله

نخش فى الموضوع!

يمكن عشان الواحد بقاله فتره بعيد شويه عن المحروسه.. نسى طقوس السيدات فى النزول للشارع وهى تتلخص فى بودى كارينا من تحت وتلات جاكتات من فوق طبعا الاخير لابد وحتما يكون نازل على الركبه.. ده لو بالجراه الكافيه لارتداء بنطلون.

كمان ضرورى تركبى كاميرات المراقبه واجهزة التصنت فى قفاكى عشان تسمعى وتشوفى نظرات من خلفك وتاخدى الحذر من اى حركه كده ولا كده؟

طبعا لازم تقعدى ورا فى التاكسى مافيهوش ناس وعلى كنبه عليها ستات فى الميكروباص وقريبه من الباب. غير انك لو شايفه مجموعة شباب تتراوح اعمارهم بين ٩-٧٠ لازم تنزلى من على الرصيف احتياطى لابعدين الطفل يفرقع بمب فى رجلك او شاب يعمل او يسمعك كلمتين بايخين.. طبعا ومهم قوى.. اوعى تجرى او تضحكى او تزعقى فى الشارع.. ومافيش داعى تعدى من قدام امن مركزى او حراسه او امين شرطه او قسم او عربيه.. ولو بتسوقى ارجوكى بلاش تشاء الظروف يكون امامك عربيه ترحيلات.. ولا حتى اوتوبيس نقل عام او خاص او مدرسة ثانوى بنين..

لعب الرياضه فى الشارع غير وارد عشان ماتفكريش كتير ولو عربيه قربت منك اجرى بسرعه بعيد لو اودى الامر بحياتك وده عشان لو مشدكيش فى العربيه هيقولك كلام رزل او هيلتفت باقى الشعب للتعليق او على افضل الظروف ممكن يبقى قصده بس يتريق عليكى بانه يحدفك بقشر لب او يبخ عليكى بخاخه مياه او اسوا انه يحدفك ببيضه فى خلقتك..مش محتاجة اقوللك على الخروج بالليل ولا وركوب اسانسيرات مع بشر.. لان الفرض الاول انهم ليسوا بشرا..

عارفين اللى فات ده كله.. كان تمام وكنا عايشين بيه عادى.. المؤسف اننا ماكناش شايفين اى حاجه غلط.. معظم البنات بتغلْط نفسها وبنات زيها.. ماهو امال لو ماشيه كويس ليه هيحصلها كده؟؟

الجديد بقا ان بعد كل تعليمات الامان دى… مش كفايه.. لا والاسوا.. التحرش مبقاش بالكلام ولا الشتيمه ولا المقلب ولا التريقه ولا اللمس.. لا ده بقا حفله.. حفله تحرش تتطور الى اغتصاب ثم تعذيب ثم قتل بالمره.. واظن ان فى القريب العاجل هتتقطع حتت ويعملوا حفلة شواء فى مدينه الانتاج برضه وياكلوها على العشا..

عارفين المشكله فين.. المشكله ان محدش عايز يعترف بالمشكله.. التبرير التبرير. لازم يكون فى سبب.. يا اما من البنت يا اما انها مؤامره مدسوسه… لا يا سيدى… هذا ما جنت ايدينا.. ايوه.. لازم نعترف ان السيدات المصريات الجدعات اللى انتو بتتشدقوا بالجدعنه مقهورين الى حد مش بطال وانتو مش عايزين تعترفوا بده.. مقهورين لانهم لسه بيتم ملاحقتهم والحكم عليهم باعتبارهم حته لحمة وعرض لابد من ستره.. 

معلش روح طعٌم الكلب وماتقولش انا مشيت قدامه ليه..

عارفين ليه مش عارفين نحل مشكله التحرش ولا هنعرف؟ عشان الاستعباط.. التحرش فى مصر هو ملخص لمشكله مصر…

هو انتقام من شخص مقهور بمحاوله قهر واذلال شخص اخر.. المطلوب اخراج شهوته الجنسيه وشهوته فى الانتقام- فرويد فى افضل صوره. المشكله ان المتحرش شخص اما ان ظروفه الاقتصادية تمنعه من الزواج او انه متزوج ولكنه يشعر بالذل والجهل والاهانه فيمارسها على غيره وفى الحالتين هو يستحق التعليق من رجليه.. 

المشكله عزيزى المستعبط انك مش عايز تعترف اننا شعب مش متدين بطبعه مفيش حاجه اسمها كده فى الدنيا.. اظن لو كان متدين بطبعه اصلا ماكانش مصر والمنطقه العربيه نزل فيها كل الاديان والانبياء.. ماكانو هيؤمنوا من اول مره.. 

المشكله انك عزيزى الشاب تم للاسف تربيتك غلط. قالولك ان اللى تصاحبها ماتتجوزهاش. وان البنت لو بتلبس كده تبقى كده ولو بتخرج كده تبقى كده. طب انت دورك ككائن سلبى كده مستقبل؟ مالاكش راى؟ مالاكش اتجاه؟ 

حضرتك عزيزى الشاب ماما دلعتك (زعلت انى قلت ماما- مشكله تانيه) ايوه.. كام واحد فى البيت كان له دور؟ قليل! 

حضرتك عزيزى المدافع عن الداخليه بعزم مافيك.. دول اول من يقوم بالمعاكسه على فكره.. الداخليه…اللى المفروض رمز السلطه والحماية هي ممن يتحرشون بالبنات والسيدات..فى كام واحده هنا سمعت لها كلمتين من فرد امن اى كانت رتبته؟

عزيزى الليبرالى اللى خايف على حريه الابداع.. حضرتك اللى قلت للناس ان اى واحده لابسه مايوه هي بنت بايظه واى ولد وبنت بيتكلمو يبقى بينهم شئ سيكو سيكو وان المفروض ان اى شاب من اى مستوى لما يشوف بنت بسواريه يريل على روحه وان اى واحده ست متزوجه متجوزه وبتكلم ابن خالتها تبقى خاينه..هل من مره طلعت واحده لابسه مايوه مثلا بتلعب رياضه او مع اهلها؟ لا لازم يكون فيها شبهه؟

اما قداسه القس وفضيلة الشيخ.. فمع اجلالى لكم جميعا وانتو على راسى بس هو مين اللى خلى الستات كوره بيتخانقوا يقعدوها فى دير ولا تروح الجامع.. 

اما بالنسبه للى بيسموا نفسهم رجال دين.. فانتو ربنا يتولاكو لانكو اتحرشتوا بافكارنا كلنا…

عزيزى الثورى العتيد.. اقعد مع نفسك وانت بتنبذ العنف وبتطالب بالحريه.. شوف الاول انت قدها ولا لا.. مش متخيله انك بتطالب بحريه رجالى.. اسفه.. احنا كستات وامهات وبنات من كبيرنا لصغيرنا مش مستعدين نكمل كده.. مش مستعدين نفضل نلبس طبقات ونفكر ميت مره قبل مانعدى شارع ونفكر فى الشغلانه تنفع ولا لا وبنروح امتى… مش هنتسنى تانى اما واحد زى توفيق عكاشه يقول على واحده عبايه بكباسين وبعدين ناس تسقفله عشان ضد النظام..مش مستعدين اننا نكون شوال رز يتغدا بيه معتصمو مدينه الانتاج مش مستعدين يقولولنا ايه اللى ودانا هناك..مش مستعدين نتجوز من شيخ فحل عشان ناكل لقمه ونتستر مش مستعدين نسكت لا على فرد امن ولا فرد بواب بعد كده..

وانت بتنادى بالحريه  كده فكر انت قدها ولا لا.. عشان خلاص احنا مش ناويين لانتعذب ولا نتهان ولا نستعبط..

استعبط لوحدك بس ماتنتظرش الحريه وانت بتنافق نفسك..

انتهى

The Day of Rage- Engraved in Memory. Remembering Jan 28th 2010.

January 23^rd, 2010-

A Night out for a friend’s birthday. Girls showing off costumes, manicures, new work achievements. Post dinner, group gathers for a shisha in Mohandessin where politics comes in argument – a rare incident.

Birthday girl:  So what is happening after tomorrow. Some people are demonstrating for I don’t know why.

Some other friend: well there is a reason, do you like the country how it is.

A third friend: what could possibly happen, lets just have coffee Tuesday morning.

Monday, 24^th January 2010-

10 pm- small gathering in a café in Heliopolis. A couple and 2 more people..

“so what’s going on tomorrow?”

Me “well I don’t know, looks like it’s going to be something. But nothing ends up in big change anyways.”

Friend, “My parents believe, if a revolution breaks up. That’s only going to be the Hungry Revolution. Just poor people asking for money.”

Me, “well it might be, yet we don’t know. We never really encountered something of the sort, how can you possibly make a judgment. I just had a fight with my family because they keep proposing assumptions too..”

January 25^th, 2010.

Ahram Newspaper headline “Egyptians congratulate Police officers with flowers in parks for their day- Police Day.”

4:00 pm- family’s house.

“What’s going on? Seems a big demonstration is going on. Guys we need to see that. It might be history in the making.” Sister

Brother: I will go and see what’s going on.

8:00 pm

Brother (phone): nothing is going on- people just hanging around. Might be nothing.

January 26, 2010- 1 am.

Posts over Facebook- Attacking #Tahrir now.

A post from friend- “thanks everyone- I am still in one piece. Just my eyeglasses did not make it safely through the running and tear gas.”

January 26, 2010-

8:00 am- going to work with a smile on my face. Feels good.

January 27, 2010-

Calls for bigger demonstrations on Friday. All my family decides to go.

Pictures of people being kidnapped, beaten, detained, tear gas and dogs were so public. Egyptians didn’t see much in those pictures, We all witnessed a real life experience at a certain time. I can clearly remember AUC strike in 2003. Everyone got a bit, some fainted, some beaten, fewer detained and later released. It wasn’t surprising, it was stimulating.

January 27, 2010

3:00 pm- Facebook and Twitter Down.

6:00 pm- Internet down-All Egypt

7:00 pm- Mobile phones down

9:00 pm- Data services for blackberry, iphone is down.

Dear Egyptians, ‘if you give a darn about your mama, call her on your landline” that’s what it felt really cutting down internet and phone services.

Only then, that was a clear message that something drastic is going on. Only then we knew its time.

January 28^th. Friday.

Family gathered at home. We split up. Me, my sister and husband went to catch up with some of my sister’s friends in Mohandessin.

Where shall we park the car? Navigating through the side streets in mohandessin, spotting girls and guys all wearing jeans, comfy pants, hair tied up, scarves around necks and bottles in hand that might contain water or vinegar. Groups of threes moving together. Not more. That’s your quote of company when you have emergency law.

Heading to the meeting point, calling friends from a restaurant, they can’t come.

Lets head off to Dokki or Tahrir..

Trying to reach Tahrir through all side streets, All blocked. The smell of tear gas canisters is all over the place. All shops closed. A very weird feeling. I have been in those streets millions of times before. I don’t feel the same.

Here we go, let’s park here- let’s walk till we see where the people are..

2:00 pm

Tahrir Street- Dokki leading to Kasr el Nil bridge. Two huge Central Security Force vehicles blocking the entrance through the bridge. People filling the street and the Square. Tensions between some and the police occasional.

From 2-6 pm-

Tear gas canisters being thrown at people randomly and with quantities like no tomorrow. Small kiosk opens and makes a skyrocketing sales figure for soda drinks.

The upper class would wash their face and nostrils with a soda drink. A middle class will do that with vinegar a poor guy carrying along a batch of onions. At times of need, you will find all three options in hand. Acidity neutralizes the effect of tear gas. People did make some homework.

A random canister fells inside a balcony about 9 floors far and the balcony partially catches on fire.

Occasionally, CSF vehicles split onto the crowd. The crowd runs. Truck returns back to position. Solidarity between people is beyond imagination. No one wants a stampede. Hold whomever’s hand tight, never let go. None will fall if you hold on tight to them.

Every once in a while joins a demonstration from a different area. The less fortunate the bigger the size and the fiercer the calls and the higher the cheers. Omraneya, Helwan, Dokki, Giza and Finally Imbaba makes their Royal entrance.

How the tear gas feels? Well any Egyptian by now must know how that feels. Feels like you are high on burning pepper. Pure Evil in a canister. Holy Crap. Depends on how close that is to you, you’ll feel it. Primarily, feels like you voluntarily want your nose and eyes away from your face right now.

Injuries started to show up- bird shots in arms, eyes and legs. Ambulances carry asthma sufferers and suffocating young men and women of the tear gas. The evil part of tear gas is that if it’s still on the floor anyone who moves on it might stimulate the powder again.

Right now I cannot see how big that is. We are in the middle of the Square. I can see Qasr el Nil bridge packed, Dokki packed. Only way out is through side streets off to Giza.

Loud Chants are now clear- People Want to demolish the Regime- Down with Mubarak.

Fear is no longer there. People are now aware of what they want.

5:00 young guys standing and cheering on top of the Central Security Force Cars- people are breaking into Dokki police station, the Gaz station is currently a rest and an emergency unit. The police officers have vanished- entirely.

Celebrities are here- I can see Belal Fadl, Sabbahi, khaled Youssef, Khaled abul Naga, Fathy Abdel Wahab, and many others.

Me: Something is not right. How did they leave those vehicles and left.

Husband: I don’t know. I think we should go.

Sister: no, I will stay..

Me: let’s go, we haven’t heard of dad nor my brother. There is no way we can know about them. It’s getting crazy.

5:30- Imbaba Joins. (not sure if it was Imbaba- but that’s what I ve been told)

At the Entrance of Embaba demonstration, more less fortunate Egyptians, younger, more men, more passionate, less tolerant and one chant, “Police, we All Feel your oppression”

At this point exactly, I knew, this is not an ending strike or a demonstration.

As we hurry leaving, a local coffee place has a TV. Al Jazeera runs its Red Breaking strip, “Curfew by 6- Army is restoring Order”

Me: Curfew, what the Hell does that mean?

Husband: Dunno, doesn’t seem pretty…

6:00- Rushing to the car. Leaving my sister’s car.

Roads blocked- Ring Road blocked- Giza blocked and finally, panic is haunting the streets and the homes. Stories of roads blocked and cars attacked and fires all over the place were much more that what is going on.

Just across the Nile from Agouza, clearly witness, the National Democratic Party premise in flames.

We finally made a decision to take the 6 October bridge. The bridge was in chaos but was not unsafe. People in a state of ecstasy, someone screaming “police escaped, ND party is on fire”

A Vehicle of the CSF is burnt on the side, people panicking it might explode…

We pass..

As we exit, the Army forces have begun spreading. Not knowing what they are for, was a little scary. They blocked some roads and opened some. After many detours and a lot of soliciting we managed to reach Heliopolis.

After making one phone call we knew our family is finally safe. Brother got a birdshot in his foot and is now at home.

The panic in the country escalates. Al Jazeera was live with those pictures of the NDP on fire and the police cars on fire.

We are in complete confusion and astonishment. Is this happening?

It is one of those moments where you get in touch with your anarchic side and enjoy a chaos against oppression in mixed feelings..

Hope Rises, cheering rises, determination, devotion- that’s what it was later for 15 days.

Happy 28^th Jan Revolution- This is a day that can never be fraud by a pro Mubarak a pro Muslim brotherhood. It’s a day people witnessed themselves and made it themselves and shall never go in vain.

Adieu