That was one hard day at work. Usually we spend a loaded day at work when the next day is a vacation and not a weekend. We need to finalize the work of two days. Yet, it was nothing but another loaded working day with happy feelings of the thought of relaxing tomorrow.
“I can remember I heard something about a protest tomorrow; the 25th of January. I can’t recall where did I hear that? Was it on the internet or TV or from some chatting at work?”
However I heard about it, I can’t say it shake my feelings or thoughts a bit. We’ve had similar protests initiatives many times before and they either ended up not happening, or done with nothing to talk about. For me, it was just another ordinary hormonal reaction to the corruption dominating the country.
I know we’ve got many levels of corruption. Yes, I can touch that from seeing broken streets that I have to go through every day, the inflation that affects the things I buy and use such as clothes and accessories, food at restaurants when I go out with my friends or when getting a car or seeing my parents complaining about the rise of vegetables, chicken and meat compared to their relative prices in the near past. Anyway, my money seemed to never be enough for what I want to have. I could also get in touch with the corruption when I go to renew my driving or car license, when I hear about what goes on with people at any governmental institution, when I visit someone at the hospital and observe how poor the best hospital in the country is equipped, when I see everyone complaining and stressed out faces everywhere in the streets, when I have to spend over 4 hours in my way to a destination that doesn’t need more than one hour to reach, when I see luxury weddings compared to people unable to get married because they don’t have an apartment, when I see the “3ashwa2eyat” compared to finely built villas on the other side of the road, when I see the Vice President debating for our very well economical status because of how much air conditions we sell or the amount of imported cars we have in the country and when I see afterwards a street man with nothing to wear in his feet, talking in a mobile while smoking!
Whatever, “I just want to get that dress, it’s driving me crazy” I kept thinking .
I worked, had fun, went out with friends and then got back to sleep at home knowing that I won’t be able to leave it tomorrow since there were some rumors that the country might not be stable. Anyway, “That’s a good chance to relax at home” I thought to myself!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
In my pyjamas - Review
In my pyjamas talks about a mindset rather than pyjamas being put on..
That mindset reflects the relaxing attitude, the distant interests from the society and country a person is living in, the personal prioritization, and all what follows this troop.
In my pyjamas is an attempt to replicate realities from some ordinary Egyptians who were not a real part in Jan.25 Revolution, nevertheless were concerned. It tries to convey many thoughts, interests and fears that have been hidden internally and not revealed transparently. It raises exclamation marks for some great attitudes and behaviors which became obviuos after we've been longing for them since a long time. It calls for the ordinary Egyptian's human needs and it recalls how an ordinary Egyptian who might have lived doing nothing but for himself, can turn into a real value to his country.
Every post in this blog is a chapter in the story of "In my pyjamas"..it is written as a story.
Hope you like it and I would love to receive your feedback or any stories that can enrich this work.
That mindset reflects the relaxing attitude, the distant interests from the society and country a person is living in, the personal prioritization, and all what follows this troop.
In my pyjamas is an attempt to replicate realities from some ordinary Egyptians who were not a real part in Jan.25 Revolution, nevertheless were concerned. It tries to convey many thoughts, interests and fears that have been hidden internally and not revealed transparently. It raises exclamation marks for some great attitudes and behaviors which became obviuos after we've been longing for them since a long time. It calls for the ordinary Egyptian's human needs and it recalls how an ordinary Egyptian who might have lived doing nothing but for himself, can turn into a real value to his country.
Every post in this blog is a chapter in the story of "In my pyjamas"..it is written as a story.
Hope you like it and I would love to receive your feedback or any stories that can enrich this work.
February 13, 2011
In my living room –again- with my parents 12:37 AM on the 13th of February 2011, still in my outfits of an outing with my friends. We wanted to celebrate Egypt’s freedom together. It’s the first day after Mubarak resigned. We all feel free. We all feel we can breathe even though we were not paying much attention to the fact that we actually were not breathing.
Having my laptop opened on the “face book” home page tracing and following up on what each friend post; photos, videos, cartoons, news, statuses, etc. Every second I see a new post from some friend that triggers me to check what that thing says.
TV at the other end of the living room, TV’s remote control in mum’s hands switching from one program to another; each program with different guests and different or same messages to audience.
Everywhere I could see eyes smiling and happy souls. In house and in the streets; people I know and those I don’t, seemed to be my friends with all the differences between me and them. Went out in the morning and felt flying instead of walking on the ground or in my car.
Saw people cleaning the “Tahrir” Square in TV and on face book. WOW..what a scene…How cooperative? How humble?
Everyone is talking about how can we develop Egypt now and make it a better place of living, a better country for tourism, a better environment for investors, how can we refresh our stock market, cleaning the streets, helping the poor, excelling in our jobs, etc.
Different opinions, analysis, outlooks and anticipations filling the air, even if no one is talking around. All of a sudden people became political and economical experts and that’s good, but we haven’t yet learnt how to run civilized conversations and accept different points of views and learn from each other or even build on each others’ concepts.
I shut down my laptop, made myself a simple dinner, ate it while watching Zuweil’s interview by Mahmoud Saad on “Masr Ennarhda” TV show. Zuweil was talking about the need for a “Scientific Revolution”. For me it was convincing, motivational and inspirational. It made me think of other new things and stimulated hidden corners in my brain to think.
I finished my dinner, brushed my teeth, said good night to my parents and went to bed.
It took some more time to fall asleep in bed. I was thinking “When will City Stars start working again?", “Will stores be still on sale?”,”Where will I go out tomorrow?”, “I want to buy a new mobile”, “Will we receive our salary increase this year and how much would it be?”, “What will I do in summer?”, “When will I take my vacation?”, “I have no one to celebrate the Valentine’s with”, “Tomorrow I shall think of something to do to add value to Egypt”…
"Surely celebration was not big though. Why would it be to me anyway? ...I did nothing"
Good night God, Take care of my soul while I’m sleeping. Give me a chance tomorrow to be a better person.
Having my laptop opened on the “face book” home page tracing and following up on what each friend post; photos, videos, cartoons, news, statuses, etc. Every second I see a new post from some friend that triggers me to check what that thing says.
TV at the other end of the living room, TV’s remote control in mum’s hands switching from one program to another; each program with different guests and different or same messages to audience.
Everywhere I could see eyes smiling and happy souls. In house and in the streets; people I know and those I don’t, seemed to be my friends with all the differences between me and them. Went out in the morning and felt flying instead of walking on the ground or in my car.
Saw people cleaning the “Tahrir” Square in TV and on face book. WOW..what a scene…How cooperative? How humble?
Everyone is talking about how can we develop Egypt now and make it a better place of living, a better country for tourism, a better environment for investors, how can we refresh our stock market, cleaning the streets, helping the poor, excelling in our jobs, etc.
Different opinions, analysis, outlooks and anticipations filling the air, even if no one is talking around. All of a sudden people became political and economical experts and that’s good, but we haven’t yet learnt how to run civilized conversations and accept different points of views and learn from each other or even build on each others’ concepts.
I shut down my laptop, made myself a simple dinner, ate it while watching Zuweil’s interview by Mahmoud Saad on “Masr Ennarhda” TV show. Zuweil was talking about the need for a “Scientific Revolution”. For me it was convincing, motivational and inspirational. It made me think of other new things and stimulated hidden corners in my brain to think.
I finished my dinner, brushed my teeth, said good night to my parents and went to bed.
It took some more time to fall asleep in bed. I was thinking “When will City Stars start working again?", “Will stores be still on sale?”,”Where will I go out tomorrow?”, “I want to buy a new mobile”, “Will we receive our salary increase this year and how much would it be?”, “What will I do in summer?”, “When will I take my vacation?”, “I have no one to celebrate the Valentine’s with”, “Tomorrow I shall think of something to do to add value to Egypt”…
"Surely celebration was not big though. Why would it be to me anyway? ...I did nothing"
Good night God, Take care of my soul while I’m sleeping. Give me a chance tomorrow to be a better person.
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