I soon realized that there is nothing like entering that museum
for the first time. The air that seems to cling in that
mysterious way to the time when the spectacular exhibits were new
and young would hold you still for a long moment.. Then you
release your breath and take the first baby-steps, still a little
wary of the dominant prestige.
I was suddenly so proud of my identity. My ancestors obviously
wanted to leave an imprint in this world, and they single-minded
I tell you there is nothing like that first time.
I knew right away that I was in love. And if my professor Dr
Rasha Soliman was in my sight I would have kissed her.
Just the other Thursday March 22, 2011, I knew for a fact that
the green squares on both sides of El Mehwar are actually
Of course I know that Egypt has fields all over it, but OUR
fields are not really what "fields" look like in my mind. They
don't stretch out for miles like the other fields in other
countries. Still, they are beautiful.
The swaying palms, the gleaming green and the sweaty working
A sight for sore eyes, indeed.
The bus moved on its speed as I watched the pretty scenery roll
by with wide-eyed, open-mouthed awe, which of course made me look
ridiculous. It wasn't until we reached the end of one of the
fields did my heart sink, my mouth snap shut and my eyes dull. In
short, I felt ridiculous myself. Because on the wide, beaten
stripe of mud that separates the fields, multicoloured plastic
bags of RUBBISH piled???
As if it isn't enough to have buildings protruding from the
green, slowly eroding away fertile soil and ruining the
As a citizen, and may that be a hard-working man, or a struggling
student, etc, not only do I have the right but DESERVE to have
something "nice" in sight on my way back from a tiring
The peasants need fresh air around them, generous soil to plant
and a good view to look at when the straighten from a
People need good natural food.
The sight really made me mad. No wonder they spry all sorts of
aerosol in fruitless attempts to keep bugs, insects, and most of
all the nosy rats out of the fields. OF COURSE, no aerosol would
do! and how on earth would it, when rubbish is laying around the
grounds from which we EAT.
It should come as no surprise that we suffer strange deceases and
have vegetables infected with strange microbes. Add to that the
air pollution, the Nile pollution, traffic and people with bad
The Revolution came to change the bad habits. To teach us a
lesson; allowing small things to pile and pile to the point of
"no more" would inevitably lead to a disaster.
It made us rekindle the dying hope. And now after weeks of
cautious calm I come across THIS.
I don't know what to call it but "shame". Really.
Turning my head away, I came to realized one painful
Take it from me, for the life of you, traveling El Mehwar staring
at abused fields is much, MUCH better than what attacked me once
I turned my eyes…
The complicated knots of bustling cars, glistening furiously in
the sun and filling the length of the other side of the road (the
one that take people to Cairo) to the top.
Well, now, the rubbish would eventually roll out of sight and be
long forgotten by the time you get off the bus, but the sight of
cars trying their very best to stay off each other and the
near-fainting, near-going-mad drivers WILL make you cry for hours
And that was to say the LEAST!!
So deciding to save my tears for a broken heart, a dead
relative or bad grades, I quickly turned my head
And there it was, the clear fields as if nothing had ever