Arigatou…

I’m not going to write about the new temple I stumbled upon, nor will I write about the restaurant I went into to discover it exclusively serves raw horse meat, nor will I boast about my latest biking endeavors, nor will I wail about how I wished, every second, to be in Egypt, taking part in the revolution instead of my pseudo online Twitter activism, while at the same time, loving every bit of Japan and wishing it would last longer…

So what’s this post about? It’s a Thank You post.

Thanks to every one who read my blog and/or continues to read it. Thanks to everyone who left a comment or dropped me a line about what they’d like me to talk about. Thanks to everyone who logged onto this page, leaving me in awe to see the stats saying +4000 total views. Thank you.


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Also, obviously the past few weeks have been quite intense, to say the least. I know this is not funny or clever, but it is true; this Revolution not only knocked off a tyrant and restored my pride and my faith in Egypt, but is also helped me under go an intese friends-filtering process (and I’m not talking Facebook, although a few people got blocked as well lol). It’s in such circumstances when you finally find, for sure, who your real friends are, and I have found mine, and I am lucky to have them in my life. Whether in Japan, or Egypt or anywhere else, thank you guys for not giving up on me. Thank you for being there. I know who you are and so do you, and I am ever so grateful for your support, without which I would have collapsed so easily.

Now, after I have had a taste of home (see picture), and while it is still very intense, I will try as much as possible to make the most out of Japan during the day, and keep up with home at night. It’s gonna be tough, but Japan deserves a chance, and so does Egypt.

A little post-revolution souvenir from home...

.....and a close up.

Finally, I’d like to announce that from now on I have a new way to sign off. I don’t know who came up with it, but whoever did, is brilliant and deserves a hug and a bow. It’s: Arigatz; which is arigatou (thanks in Japanese) with a twist. I love it and so should you.

Arigatz,

D.

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On Falling Regimes and Crying Gaijins

I was sitting with two dear friends in an empty izakaya (For Egyptians think Cilantro, Japan style), when I got a phone call from an Egyptian number. I hesitantly said hello.

“KHALAS YA DINA! TANNA7A !! KHALAAAAAAAAS” (It’s over, Dina, he stepped down, it’s over.)

Next thing, I defy Japanese public mannes, stand up in the middle of the place and start screaming “Yalahwy” and “Yanha Eswed”. I fall under the table while screaming. I was in a position normally reserved for someone giving birth to an 8 kg baby.

…………..

Thanks to everyone sent me a “hang in there” or a “congratulations” message. Thing is, I didn’t do anything. It’s the brilliant youth of Egypt who started it all, and ended it all.

The war is far from over. On Febrauary 11th we celebrated, and from then, we struggle on.

I also have a  New Homepage. It’s terminal.

Mohammed Bou Azizi what have you done !!? You did not torch yourself , you lighted the way for over 100 million souls in Tunisia , Egypt , Libya, Bahrain......................

 

Why I Stopped Blogging

Tahrir "Liberation" Square

I don’t know how to start writing this. Obviously I am back to Japan. I should be using this space to update on my adventurous, unforgettable winter break which I spent with a backpack across South East Asia. But actually that’s the last thing on my mind at the moment.

On January 25th, while I was still roaming around Kuala Lampur, I came across a computer with internet access, a privilege that wasn’t always granted throughout my trip. I checked my email and browsed some news websites. My  inbox had a few emails from friends, updates from school and promotions for the Sennheiser HD 650 headphones. News websites had news about a big protest that took place down town Cario, in Tahrir “Liberation” square.

Of course I cared about the Egypt-related news, but I still thought the protest were over rated – we’ve had them before and we’ll have them again, while the Sennehisers HD 650 were like no other headphones.

By the time I got back to home (7 hour flight+sleepless night+homeless day+8 hour bus), things have become big, unprecedented, amazing, and scary. Tahrir square was holding hundreds of thousands of Egyptians who, despite being attacked by Anti-Riot Police who were using sticks, tear gas and rubber bullets, all agreed on one thing: Mubarak should leave.

I arrived to the dorms with only one thought: I wish I was home. I wish I was in Tahrir.  I contemplated going to Egypt for a few days. Later that day, contemplated terminating my stay in Japan completely. As I browsed 8 tabs of 8 different “cheap tickets” websites, I found that Japan has upgraded its travel warnings to Egypt so all flights from Japan to Cairo have been cancelled.

It’s been a week now. I am miserable, lonely, and all I want is to be home.

People come up occasionally and ask me if my family is safe, they shake their heads and give me an “awww this is so bad…” (“bad is the most inappropriate adjective I can think of), then they carry on talking about welcome parties, cheap grocery stores and the new Spiderman casting. All I want then, is to be home. When I realize that I can’t, all I want is to just….vanish.

Needless to say, the semester has just started but I literally can’t wait until it ends so that I return. New students are flocking but I, unintentionally, am giving the impression that I am an anti-social bitch. I spend my day reading and watching news, roaming around, looking for non-existent Egyptian consulates and crying. I might go out for dinner with friends, but after an hour of pretentiousness, I go back to my corner and resume my fruitless pseudo-online activism.

I don’t know how long this will last. But as long as my heart (and mind) is at home, right in the middle of the masses in Tahrir Square, this space will remain empty from Japan updates. My facebook account, twitter, as well as my previous blog (digressionsind.wordpress.com) will remain active though (in fact, on fire) as I follow things and write about them while being a gazillion miles away, rooting for Egypt, and for its fearless young men and women.

I’m proud of every Egyptian who was brave enough to say that they have had enough. I’m proud of those I always underestimated. I am proud of a generation I didn’t know about, a generation of non-conformists, who care about their country and who are still standing in Tahrir square despite having watched their compatriots falling dead. I’m proud of those who collect the trash in the morning after being attacked by thugs at night.

For those who are still in Tahrir, I say hang in there, I have all the faith in you. For those who are in doubt of it all, I say, no, it is NOT ok to accept dictatorship no matter how good things are for you.

Freedom Martyrs.

And for those 300 Egyptians who have been killed by the regime, I say, you are heroes, and your blood won’t go down the drain.

"Leave already, my hand is hurting"

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