The Energy Resurfaced

I’m currently trying to compile every writing I’ve ever done onto this blog. This is a piece of writing that I recently found, one which I wrote at fourteen.

Let me start by dictating the reasons I have decided to write this. I don't know if this will end up as a short story, an article or simply, a poem. I sit on my desk and embrace the privacy of my room. A feeling holds me that I need to put my storming thoughts on paper and give you all a piece of my mind.

On 24th January 2011, I was a 'nation-less' person. Sure, the green passport, with the golden text, 'Arab Republic of Egypt' engraved in it, that identified my existence was in my bag. Nevertheless, I was a stranger to this country having abandoned it since the dawn of my life. I had no loyalty towards it at all and when its name was mentioned during a conversation the first thing that would come through my mind was dirty streets and homeless people thanks to the numerous TV shows giving this impression!

The Twenty-Fifth's dawn broke bringing with it a spectrum of hope and optimism, to the nation. For me, conversely, it was the typical Tuesday, where I would go to school, come home, have lunch followed by a study session!

I didn't mention it, did I? My parents are VERY patriotic people and I, naturally, found it annoying and at times disturbing as they willfully had me read their news feeds and online in an attempt to make me the same. This day, however, it was too much! My mom went on and on about how some serious movement is happening in Egypt and that it seems big which is something I heard twice or thrice a year! The following days were equally boring for me as my parents talked about something that only they seemed to know about and I had eventually believed it is a fragment of their imagination!

Friday, the Twenty-eighth came! Friday was the day the family usually spent with family friends, who annoyingly enough seemed equally patriotic! The 50 inch LCD screen in their house, broadcasting to us images of unity, strength, goal and, to the contrary, violence, slowly started to attract and intimidate me!

The word 'revolution' started being mentioned numerous times. According to my pocket Oxford dictionary, which I never left behind, revolution referred to, 'a forcible overthrow of a government'. The word to me, on the other hand, sounded like, 'the mystery'! It brought contradicting subconscious beliefs of war and peace, poverty and development, boom and recession! Was it a pro or a con, I wondered? Somewhere else within me, An emotional confusion erupted as well! I wondered what was happening to me and why!

I was never the person to care in the past. In fact, I mocked others who did. Through the eighteen days of revolution, a sense of loyalty started to grow and dominate within me. The reasons seemed anonymous but also, effective. Every death I heard or read about shook me to the core as I wondered whether the next might be a cousin or an uncle.

It all ended, after numerous illegitimate assassinations, on the eleventh of the latter month, or so it seemed. To many, it was assumed to be the commencing of a Utopian Era. But actually, this is when a demon left and was soon enough replaced by a more evil one! The SCAFs!!!

They played their game well at first, but soon enough the sugar coating was over. Although to a huge crowd, including myself, the energy of the revolt in them was 'dormant-ed', numerous individuals and parties were able to see them and expose them for the frauds that they have become or maybe even, already were! Governments Changed... frankly, they were nothing more than a public relations department for the SCAF who tried (slash failed) to deceive the intellectual citizens!

I would not like to bore you with details, but today, two days post the violations (more appropriately, massacre) that has occurred in the city of Port Saeed in a football stadium, I have realized that the flames in most of us has ran out over months of deception and cheap theatrical acting.

I hope that the massacre has been a lighter or match stick big enough to re-ignite the flame in you. It has for me, which is why I am in engulfed by sorrow for letting them deceive us for such a long time, but let's not cry over spilled milk!

This is not a message particularly for followers of the liberal or Islamic parties but to the contrary, it is for you and I and for anyone who would call themselves, 'Egyptian'! For those of you who choose to stay indifferent and negative, all I can say is that, the seventy three martyrs who have passed away in the stadium were not protesters! They were simply football fans! You can be their successor in a month or two, and vandalism and violence shall always be there as the SCAF is in power.

I hope post reading this, your energy has been resurfaced!