7 AM

You see, the hardest lesson in life is waking up being the same person you were yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that… You wake up and realise that nothing’s ever going to change and that you are your biggest lie.

You’re alone most of the time. Even when you’re happy, even when you’re laughing and you’re euphoric, you’re still somewhat alone. Humans can’t share emotions. At a funeral when everyone is crying over the friend/ the son/ the favourite student/ the brother/ the boyfriend they’ve lost, they’re all grieving differently. They’re all crying over a single lost physicality, yet crying over completely different souls. Each one of them lost something about him, and their grieves summed up basically builds up to who he truly was. And their tears might eventually hit the soil the same way, but those tears might not carry any related impact.

Sometimes when I’m alone though, at 7 am, I think about life. And people. And why whoever created this, ever-so-ugly, wonderland willingly put some in our lives, and left us in search of the rest. What if I never find them? What if we’re so distant apart? What if we are truly meant to meet up but we eventually never do? What does that make of my life? What does that make of tomorrow?

It’s 7 am, and I haven’t found any sleep. And it’s because sleep is the 2nd biggest lie in life. It deceives you into believing that you’ll be waking up to something different.

To Friends of the World, From Egypt

I am very disappointed at some Egyptians living abroad. They have chosen to turn a blind eye to the big picture here, and have chosen to see and publicise only what the west wants them to see and publicise. Observing a situation from miles away could be confusing. As a matter of fact, you might be a few meters away from a crime scene and you would still not fully know the truth behind how it all started (this is how it is here in Egypt). To completely villainise the cause and calling against the Muslim Brotherhood is, in my fallible opinion, quite naive. We all, each and every one of us, pro-Morsi and anti-morsi, condemn the killing of innocent people regardless of which side they support. Murder is horrible. And as humans, a lost soul, regardless of background, always deserves a sacred prayer. To think that these people have lost their lives because of a political disagreement is utterly tearful, and we all know that. That is one thing. However, supporting a whole group of people, armed and unarmed, is a totally different thing. When you, as an Egyptian representing Egypt abroad, post your support to Rabaa and their leaders, you are thereby supporting the actions of everything that went on in that square. You are NOT only supporting peaceful protests, but also the harassment of journos who weren’t western, the manipulation and exploitation of children to win fake sympathy from the world, and the fact that some (and even if it were a very small percentage) were armed.
Where you reside right now, dear friends, supports a pseudo-democracy. A democracy that is limited to a bunch of names in a ballot. However, you should know better. You should know that when our country was on the brink of sinking, these politicians you support this very day were discussing the significance of hygienic female breasts. Were discussing the significance of shutting down ballet schools. Were discussing how much fundings shutting down porn in Egypt needs. They repressed minorities and only in their era was it nonchalant to hear the news of Shiites and Christians being abused, feeling like they weren’t home again. When the MB ruled Egypt, they sucked everything democratic about it. And now that they’re out of the picture, they’ve suddenly recalled the significance of the legitimacy of a “democratically” elected president.
Maybe calling all of them “terrorists “is possibly far-fetched, and maybe the whole accusations Egyptians are coming up with these days are just absurd. And maybe this whole crack in Egypt, segregating the people into pro-MB and anti-MB, is a cruel plot organised by the military and the old regime. But let me tell you one thing, your blind support to a group of people, who were doing nothing but bringing Egypt down, destroying its economy, and terrorising its people to the extent that their people now call them terrorists, is utterly shameful. And is not, by any means, a support for democracy and a stand of solidarity with the innocent lives lost in this pointless battle.