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Saturday, February 4, 2012

The Hovering

Television. I always perceived it as a method of entertainment. I always switched when the news came up. I never wanted to concern myself with wars. I preferred avoidance. I always chose not to see Palestenian lands look like the warzone it actually is. I chose the movies, the shows and all the programs that did not speak of injuries and death. Those were my choices until the 25th of January, 2011. I don't know why I began writing about this today even though the beginning of the revolution has long gone. Perhaps because a year has passed and our so-called glorious revolution has not yet ended. Who am I kidding? That's not it. I am writing today because even though words have sold me out for the past year when it came to the death toll in Egypt, they have decided to revisit me in order to unburden the rage inside my chest. Words have come back, today, after I have seen pictures of a barely-teenage-boy who was murdered in a football match. A FOOTBALL MATCH, for heaven's sake! The power of speech had returned when I began to ponder on how death is so close to each and everyone of us. Revolutionist or not. Death is in the air of Egypt. It floats above us every single day then crashes upon a few abruptly. I always thought fatal destinies could be avoided. People were being murdered in Tahrir square so some people stayed at home. When there was havoc in the streets, people remained in their living rooms, watching chaos take place through a T.V set...watching the world go down from far away, where they were safe and sound; when the truth is, no one is safe anymore. Revolutionists die and get injured every day. Girls are getting raped on their way to the mall. Football fans die in the stadium, where they were only headed to cheer. We are not safe. No body is. No one is immune to death, of that I am sure. But in Egypt, we are all extremely prone to it in every second of our living days. Blame the revolutionists all you want. Smirk at the stones they are thwarting at soldiers. But do not mock them. Do not laugh and call them imbeciles for throwing stones for revenge. Because until death hits somebody you love so dearly and for the most unjust of reasons, you will never understand. You will never feel the guilt of the father who will always wonder why he hadn't told his son to stay home that day. You will never begin to comprehend the heartache of a mother who watched her son leave with a laugh and come home in a coffin. You will never feel lost like the girl who lost her fiance`- the man she was going to make a family with and couldn't think of making one without. So, don't mock, don't laugh and don't belittle the rage with which they try to avenge the death of their loved ones. Because you will never begin to understand what death could do to a person until it hits home. And that, I never wish upon you.

4 comments:

Aya adel said...

Yara! this post came just in time, I wished someone would brings that up, becasue simpley I coudln't find the words to bring it myself, I preferred avoidance too, I was telling myself, those issue I can't do anything towards them, I won't end a war in matter how I wanted to, in my opinion it was better to be from ppl who watch things happens in these issues, Until that football match too, I watched it with my grandpa , the whole family actually, then we saw this scandel , and it hits me, that could be me, I mean first I thought that ppl who had a political view are probably the highest precentage to be died first in these days, but the thing is they are not the only ppl now, ppl who don't have anything to do with politices could die too! a high % too, it hurts the silent observer very much the same as anyone did anything, Death is really in Egypt's air now! I mean wonder now what is next?!

Yara Hani said...

Yeah, I know what that's like. I mean, ever since the revolution I had this new-born interest in politics but I must admit it scares me to be in places like Tahrir, especially with so much people caring that I don't. But after that match, does it really make a difference? I feel like we are all a minute away from death every minute. My sister was leaving home one day when she hears gunshot and finds the remnants of a bullet falling right beside her. I leave citystars last night and half an hour later there are online posts that say there were gunshots. I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this. Yalla, rabena ystor 3alena kolena. It's all a part of what was meant for each and everyone but it is just terrifying to feel it hover over you like that wherever you go, even at a soccer stadium.

shahenda said...

U R jUSR AN AMAZING GIRL...KEEP IT UP , PERFECT

Yara Hani said...

Thanks so much hun =) stay posted