|
|
 وللأنثى مثل حظ الذكرين
|
غادة عبد المؤمن، طالبة فى جامعة جورج ميسون بولاية فرجينيا.
التقيتها فى تظاهرة قوى الهامش امام سفارة مصر بواشنطن.
وتحدثنا قليلا، فأسرت لى بانها قد كتبت بعض انفعالاتها وتعدها للنشر.
طلبت منها ان ترسل لى نسخة مما كتبت. ففعلت.
بعد ان قرأت الموضوع احسست برغبة شديدة فى ان يشاطرنى الناس فرحتى بميلاد (هم
) جديد من هموم الوطن. فالكاتب هم من هموم الوطن العليا و( الكاتبة ) هم مضاعف.
وهنا فقط للانثى مثل حظ الذكرين!!
منعم الجزولى
The Final Destination
Ghada A. Abdelmoumin
Graduate Student at George Mason University
Vienna, VA
It was a cold night on December 1988 when the airplane I boarded at Khartoum- the city of the confluence rivers- landed in Cairo International Airport. The airport that appeared at a closer distance humongous, exotic, and vibrant with its swarming air traffic and affluent travelers was my final destination to the “mother of the universe”; Egypt. Outside the airport facing the tarmac a sign bears a verse form the Holly Quran “Enter ye EGYPT (all) in safety if it please Allah -Joseph [12:99] “stretched to fill my sight with the Glory of God and resonated tranquility and peace in Cairo’s clamorous night as the airplane pulled to a stop at its final destination. How tranquil and serene I felt as I stepped into Cairo’s night, and how peaceful was the land of the million Minarets (of the mosques). In the land of Joseph and Moses (peace is upon them) a vivid dream is coming true at last. My heart raced as I lined outside the airport terminal waiting for my turn to be admitted. I needed no entry visa, just a simple check out before I embrace the land of the dawning night with open mind and heart and to seek the ultimate gift of God; knowledge. The darkness of my skin unified with the darkness of the night in harmony and the breeze carried a fragrance of the Nile. Suddenly, my Virgin Land Sudan that seemed millions miles away loomed from its far distance to engulf my surroundings like a loving mother kissing her child goodnight. And a melody of Abdel-kareem Al-kably’s song; Oh Egypt, the whole-sister of my land echoed like a brilliant symphony under the gleam of the florescent lights. Like me, they must have felt the same when their airplane landed that night. Like me, they must have felt the same when their airplane landed under the “gleam of the morning’s first beam”. Like me, they must have had a vivid dream. Like me, they must have embraced the land of the dawning night with open mind and heart. Like me, they must have felt tranquil and serene. Like me, they must have felt the bond that the land of the million Minarets (of the mosques) and the Virgin Land share. They may have not known where their final destination may be, but like a child clinging to a mother, trusting, they embraced the land of the dawning night. Like the people of Joseph (peace is upon him), they entered EGYPT in safety. Like an infant, they cuddled in its land and swiftly drifted in a peaceful dream. Like the people of Moses (peace is upon him) awaiting to cross the sea to the promised land, they dreamed. Finally, they thought nothing is going to disturb their peaceful nights, and the harsh reality of war and the brutal reality of oppression were put to rest, like a calming volcano. They didn’t know then that the volcano is to erupt again, but this time just to wash them like its lava washing the valley. They didn’t know that pharos of the Nile; children of the valley behind secret doors striking their deal, are going to come alive again and on a bloody black Friday wipe the cheerful smile of seven infants away and bury twenty six blessed souls. Oh, two thousands defiant souls standing in the darkness of the night against a wicked sell off from the UNHCR. Oh, two thousands defiant souls like the morning sun armored with nothing but a skin that burned under the slashing of the sweeping strokes of the Nile water. Oh, two thousands defiant souls sacrificed from among themselves twenty six purified and blessed souls, so that Mo-handy-seen Cairo can indulge itself in a garment embellished with their pure blood, dance with joy for their crying voices, and rejoice over their unconscious bodies. Oh, two thousands defiant souls, sacrificed from among themselves twenty six purified and blessed souls against the autocratic of an Egyptian aristocrat screaming atop of his lung wash the filth away so that he can enjoy the exotic view of the Nile from his magnificent balcony. Oh, two thousands defiant souls sacrificed before the ancestor land of Ancient Halfa to be buried in the deepness of the Nile as a gift of love to the people of the whole-sister so that deserts of Egypt turn their burning sand into golden green. Oh, two thousands defiant souls standing alone on a Friday dawning light to be buried under water cannons form the Nile, because their government sees no value in its citizens rather than numbers to govern by guns and boots and when necessary burn and bomb. Oh, two thousands defiant souls standing alone on a Friday night under the florescent lights, assembled in peace under the cold breeze, for three months, negotiating in peace their salvation deal. Oh, two thousands defiant souls, like people of Joseph (peace is upon him) entered Egypt in safety, and longed to cross the sea like the people of Moses (peace is upon him) to the promised land. That was their only one crime; to dare to dream of a dignified life instead of being sent back to an unstable land that has nothing to offer but uncertainty and unfulfilled promises of democracy and respected human rights. Oh, two thousands defiant souls like a glorious morning sun to remind us of our shame; of our abundance. Oh, two thousands defiant souls will remain a lump in my throat, a memoir that slashes like two thousands knives in the deepness of my conscious and heart as long as I shall live.
|
|
 
|
|
|
|
Gazaloat
عمر ادريس محمد
فيس بوك
تويتر
انستقرام
يوتيوب
بنتيريست