Another revolutionary celebration of Egypt’s beloved 25th has come; and one cannot help to ask if the question still persists. Is there hope for Egypt? And even further, has Egypt gotten better? Such seems to be the aura of the day when the 25th of January comes around in Egypt. Like the artistry of khoussary, this artistry comes around in different shapes.
Some of it comes in a circular form of confusion–not sure of where to turn or if there had ever been a difference. Then there are he linear, straight forward shapes–the auras that feel they have the direct answers to why things are the way they are. Lastly, there is the “dot” aura. That which is scattered all over the place, and needs to be connected.
Going back to 2011, the memory is fresh and concise. Uncertainty, fear, anxiety, and nervousness plagued the minds of many foreigners, who never experience being in another country, during the revolution before. Hearing of Egyptian colleagues, who took to the streets, while putting their lives at risks, intensifies many nerves. Loved ones form abroad watched horrific scenes on the news, concerned for immediate evacuations. Blame games of who was responsible for Egypt’s demise, took place.
Reminiscing on personal struggles, it became intriguing how societal ills had one face behind it–that of Hosni Mubarak. Memories of foreign nationals running to the grocery store, filling up shopping carts (some being taken advantaged of), out of fear of there being no food, revealed many things.
Listening to those bowabs, those Egyptians (and even those foreigners who exploited and took advantage of other foreigners), who took advantage of loopholes in old rent contracts, critiquing Mubarak. . .revealed many things.
And lastly, activities of those activists, who protests against a regime, but could not even give 1LE to a man or woman selling tissues. . .revealed a lot. And recently hearing one Egyptian seller in the Giza pyramids articulating his wish for Mubarak to return, as he made more money became thought provoking.
As the Alumnae Association of Spelman College (in Atlanta, Georgia) conducts its tour in Egypt (19 January-30 January 2016), a snakelike dance leads to another chamber; where the words of famed writer, scholar, activist Toni Cade Bambara ring true in the understanding of revolution.
Self reflection, in all its entirety, is the first step to any type of “reform.” And if self is the first area of change for societal change, then moral consciousness comes into play.
Marches, protests, the displaying of victory signs, and others, were the primary focus of the media. Stating human rights were everywhere! Yet, what about the power of those who demonstrated, through the reflection of human rights? The medical students who came down to provide care; citizens who provided tea to the soldiers; mothers, sisters, wives, and the womenfolk, who cooked (feeding the Egyptian population); men who served as protectors for women, and their right to demonstrate; Christians surrounding their Muslim brethren as they prayed; and the list goes on and on. Was it not the practice of human rights by the masses, to each other, which was the most powerful message? Foreshadowing a new form of human rights, and its first initiation.
The people caring for each other (in every essence), and showing their governments what human care looks like. A consistency, and performing the standard of human treatment that they will live by.
Hypocrisy only comes to prove that the evil transpires over class. The difference being that one had access to (and the resources) perform domination, and the other did not.
A re-look on that power, that magic, of caring for human life during January 25, 2011 is the HOPE for Egyptian people. Performing consistent care for each other (and international beings, who bless the space) is how a self-revolution will pour life (and blessings) into a nation.