Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Waiting for Govot

It's time for a balanced view. There are just too many extreme reactions to Algeria's attacks on Egyptians in Sudan. While it's infuriating, the proper reaction isn't to 'hate' the Algerian people for a variety of reasons. First, hate is a very personal emotion and it can't be applied to Algerians as a whole, secondly, it's not helpful at all or can be quantified and most of all, hate is not an action at all, if you hate the Algerians in your heart then you've become nothing but a bitter imbecile who has just waited for an excuse to use that dark emotion having not been able to apply it where it matters.

And no, we don’t want Alaa Mubarak to be president, one phone call cannot erase all that’s gone wrong, that’s an extreme we have to avoid at all costs. We also can’t kick all the Algerians out like we did with foreigners and Jews at the time of Nasser and look what it cost us, we’d be fools to repeat the same mistakes twice. Not that I mind the action much in my fury, but we cannot set such a dangerous precedent and the fury will soon die down and I already know Algerian individuals who have nothing to do with this.

The reaction must be balanced, because Algerians have hurt more of their countrymen celebrating in Algeria than they have to Egyptians in Sudan. What would we do if they'd killed some Egyptians? (Which I'm sure they would have had they lost) What if it were Algerian fans that had done this to Egyptians rather than cowardly criminals? There are many extremes that would warrant an extreme reaction but this is not one of them.

There are mixed opinions about the facts and the evidences. Many people with little understanding of Egyptians and Algerians have thought that we were quick to exonerate Egypt from any mishaps despite its guilt. I and many friends would be the first to condemn Egypt if it made sense from a logical point of view. We condemn Egypt for being incompetent in providing protection to its citizens. Our ambassadors in either Algeria or Sudan are practically useless as an extension to the government that sent them. But we know that our supporters aren't creative enough to make this up nor are they violent enough to truly wish someone dead. And we know that the Algerians have the worst history of violence and lies. All evidences must be examined with care with all the lies around.

On the one hand people are exaggerating about what happened, on the other some don’t believe anything that happened, but not just because it’s an exaggeration means that it’s not a big thing of its own. But even if some people don’t think it’s worth our efforts we'll always have no value if we don't stand up for our rights, and we really have been squandering those for much too long. What happened in Sudan remains unacceptable.

I think that people's emotional and illogical reactions of hate are due to the implicit realization that our government will do nothing. We have become a weak country; weak in its people, with a weak government that's only strong enough to suppress its own. It’s a government strong enough to oppress its people but too weak to stand up for itself. People hate Algeria because they hate their country and with the impossibility of expressing this against their government they have reflected it on the Algerian people. People are mad, but not at Algeria although they may think they are, they're mad at themselves and at their government. They feel betrayed by the symbol they thought would give them victory, strength and pride. They gave their energy, which is not a small feat by any means, to a flag that hurt them in every way; a flag that lost, got them beaten, got them defeated and got them humiliated. They're mad that the government doesn't care. They didn't care when they sent in the Egyptians without adequate protection and they don't care to give value to the Egyptian life and they won't care for any future failures they or their people encounter. The only thing they care about is staying in power and they are a species that fight one another for that power.

Wouldn’t it be great if the government took the proper action? It would really make a difference, but the government has been so inactive for so long that I doubt it can take a creative action even if it wanted to. People are waiting for the government, but in effect it’s like waiting for Godot.

In any case, this is great news for Israel. And no, I'm not a conspiracy theorist at all and don't have to drag Israel into everything. Today we realize that not one Arab country likes us and that we're so apart in reality. We've done everything to provoke them and anger them and they didn't do much to win our favor either. Each disruption with an Arab country pushes us closer into Israel's bosom, for with them comes economic support. Israel actually wants Egypt to be powerful unlike what the conspiracy theorists say, because it would mean that its only ally in the Middle East would be a strong ally.

I'm not inviting people to hate Israelis, for some are people without a choice of where they were born. I'm not inviting hate at all in any case, I'm inviting resentment. I'm inciting everyone to resent the things that should be resented. I'm hoping for a balanced opinion amidst those moderate few. Let not the anger blind you lest you end up where you don't want to be.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Algerian attack on one of the egyptian fans buses

A video that corroborates eye witness accounts..

yet the international news have turned a blind eye and provided unprofessional and biased reporting..

Sunday, November 22, 2009


If you want people to unite and sing the same tune, find a common enemy. If the real enemy is too strong to fight, find another. If you were the enemy, fight with the people.

Well done gov..

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Algerian Mercenary Operation in Sudan

Seeing NDP personnel did really get me thinking, not just about the game but also about its aftermath. It may sound inconceivable but perhaps some deaths were spared due to their presence and that of Alaa and Gamal Mubarak. After the dreaded match of November 17th of 2009 in Sudan, criminal Algerians instigated an attack against Egyptian spectators despite having won and qualified to the world cup. The attacks were carried out by Algerians who did not seem to be concerned with the game at all and they targeted civilians with women and children along with many celebrities who had gone to watch the match.

I think our team did their best and it was pretty damn good too. Forget about the people who criticize Hassan Shehata, he’s got us so far and they wouldn’t be able to do half of what he’s done. There was a great deal of bad luck and I think that the players did what they could. Not to mention the extremely biased and cowardly referee Eddy Maillet who was either unable or too afraid to implement the basic rules of football of fouls and yellow cards. I would have to say Bravo to those players who gave it all they’ve got, who played under enormous pressure here in Egypt and there in Sudan. I won’t tolerate anyone being critical of them because I was there and saw the match, we were unlucky and we were butchered and the goal that was scored against us was lucky and unstoppable.

We lost, but it wasn’t fair and square. We lost and we got beaten and I don’t know yet if people have died, but I do know that a football game has turned into something brutal and that the Egyptians were gracious losers, we knew how to lose, something we’ve practiced well over the years. Perhaps so many factors saved lives, our loss was certainly one of the factors but so was the presence of Gamal and Alaa and NDP personnel who had their own security forces with them. I don’t know exactly what the role of these security forces was but they must have actually been used to protect some of our people at least.

The odd thing is that Gamal and Alaa decided to stay until others came to the airport, and while that may be propaganda, it’s still commendable and what’s more, Alaa’s phone call to Khaled El Ghandour was expressive of an Egyptian citizen. We can say what we want about Alaa and Gamal in other circumstances but in this case they really were stand up guys. I suppose we’re not in cheesy novels where evil is pure, even perceived villains have a good side to them.

As an Egyptian I’m not disappointed in our football team, I am content that no other players and no other coach could have gotten us this far with all that’s been happening around us. They have my applause and my gratitude for giving us a great day on the 14th of November of 2009. The late victory provided us with one of the greatest football moments of all time. I tell the players that they’ve done all they can, it was not meant for us to win nor for thousands of Egyptians to die.

There was much premeditation in these attacks, incited by horrible media from Algeria provoking every Egyptian and every Algerian. Egyptians were provoked, that’s their mistake but they had very good self restraint considering all that happened. They cheered and won, celebrating with a bit of silly non premeditated violence but they also lost and endured a lot of premeditated violence. Our security prevented vandalism of their embassy while our businesses in Algeria were ransacked. We have managed to act better though not perfectly, and I hope this doesn’t change. The last thing we want is to stoop to their level, the last thing we want is repaying this violence with a similar cowardly violence. I’m not inciting violence or hate, I’m trying to inspire justice.

Mercenaries were sent to fight us, and when the president’s son complains about them, I think it can be taken as less of an exaggeration than when a cab driver talks about it. The Algerian mercenary operation in Sudan is one that we will never forget. The NDP security might have saved lives for a change, and never has losing a match been that useful, for a life is worth a thousand wins. That’s why the Algerian victory is not worth anything, they will go to the world cup and they will terrorize other countries if they so choose. We don’t want the world cup if that’s what it takes to get there. We lost a lot despite our victories on many occasions but in this instance, I say we won a lot despite our defeat.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Algerian Bullshit

I’m sick of all this bullshit hovering over the Algeria issue. The pseudo intellectuals are out saying that there is some kind of kinship because we’re both Arabs. Well they haven’t been Arab for sometime and we haven’t received anything good out of Arabs anyway. People are saying that there are no videos to prove that there was such violence in Sudan as if it weren’t enough that hundreds of Egyptians have come back from Sudan telling the same tale. If they’re all lying about this then we’ve become powerful enough to change our worlds. Do we dare call the tears in their eyes fake? They’re not fake, not like the fake blood on Algerian heads. The blasted Algerians were all hit in the head, none were hit in the back or the leg? When the fake story about the bus getting pelted with giant rocks came out I asked that question with no satisfactory answer, well now I have the answer, when you REALLY ARE pelted with rocks you get injuries to your back and to your legs from the rocks and then scars on your face from the glass not fake scalp wounds. There’s your answer right there you incredulous naïve pseudo intellectuals who can’t recognize logic if it were staring right at them.

And you know the sad part about it? It’s that we know how to lose, we didn’t go out on the streets here or in Algeria looking for trouble, our battered youth accepted the loss with sadness in their eyes. But Algeria was so sure it would lose that it sent the worst scum to stir up trouble, after they’ve won. The bunch not celebrating right after the match had other plans. So what if we’d lost?

I thank God that we didn’t win; otherwise there would have been more casualties. Losing to Algeria might have actually saved lives. I saw a video just now of some crazy guy apologizing to the Algerians and hoping they would win. What’s the point, to prove that you’re a modern day martyr? I’m not for the aggression or violence and I’m not suggesting we retaliate in violence, but I’m so opposed to it that I feel that some justice should be done.

Why is it that all the violence happens with Algeria? They have a history and yet someone dares blame the Egyptians for responding. Are we meant to tolerate their violence? When someone first told me about these attacks described as massacres I discounted them as exaggerations but after hearing eyewitness accounts and really thinking about the history of Algeria’s violence, it makes sense now.

I’m spreading the word, that many Egyptians from various backgrounds have given witness to violence against them within the span of less than a day, not enough time to make up the story. So what if there are no videos to prove that people were attacked. It’s just a game! To hell with the world cup if it causes a single person to be murdered. Best of luck to the Algerians in their world cup, but I hope this remains in the memory of the world, what the Algerians did on the night they made it through to the world cup.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


The sheer sight of those NDP guys attending the match really got me thinking. Do I really want Egypt to win and for those tyrants to think that they can actually do something good through their corrupt system? Part of me really wanted Egypt to win, but the other part could not really conceive of such a thing happening.

After my last post, I realized that we were destined to lose. I alluded to it and I think it’s the only thing that makes sense. As I was writing what I wrote before, I knew I would also have to write what I write now. I don’t know how to explain it exactly, but according to all my analogies, we had to lose because we don’t know how to keep winning and because it wouldn’t be fair to give people false hope, that they can do one thing right when everything else has gone wrong.

Defeat might sometimes be a good thing. Maybe the people in Algeria were spared, and maybe we now know that we have very few friends in the region, and maybe now people can pay attention to all that’s gone wrong with the country. We don’t deserve to lose, but we should. As a country we should lose, not as an isolated team. They played well, they had the most horrible of luck. Sometimes your best just isn’t good enough, you really need other people’s best too.

It sounds pompous to say that I had a strong feeling we would lose, specially now after we actually did, but I suppose I didn’t really want to jinx it. That hope and energy that I had the first time round wasn’t there anymore, like I didn’t care or didn’t believe, like the spirit died down. I suppose we’re like the seed that lands in the path, we don’t have enough roots.

But if it’s any consolation we were defeated a long time ago and even if we had won we would have been defeated, not for losing a ‘friend’, Algeria, but for having lost ourselves sometime back. We had our chance to say that we’re alive, but we have demonstrated what we do with second chances.

Defeat stings if you put your hopes up high enough. I felt defeated before the match for so many reasons, the spirit died down and victory was intoxicating. Isn’t it safer just not to hope? It is, but I suppose you may get some joy out of it and as CS Lewis says in the movie ‘Shadowlands’, “The pain now is part of the happiness then.” I accept the loss, it’s part of accepting the victory.

To those who were perplexed by the spirit in the street thinking it’s stupid, well they’re spared and they won’t have to listen to my reasons. I’m not going to South Africa and Egyptians won’t be able to unite for any cause even if it’s as silly as football. There’s much sadness in defeat, but luckily in this case, it’s only a game.

Please jump for Egypt's National Anthem

We sometimes have our moments

Sunday, November 15, 2009

We're Alive!

"The best thing about attending the game at the stadium was when people chanted ‘Kaas El A’alam’ just a minute before the goal"- Ahmed ElShentenawy, an Egyptian who flew in from Kuwait to watch the game.

We’re alive, that’s what the game said in the end, we’re not dead yet. We’ve had to battle hard for a chance to live, we’ve had to wait till the forth watch before finding our salvation, but we’re alive. Despite our slim chances of survival and our poor history with the world cup we’re alive. Despite how everything around us is set up to kill us, we’re alive. That’s the message of the game, we’re not dead yet. The 14th of November of 2009 gave us a chance to say that in our game against Algiers that ended with a 2-Nil victory that gives us another chance to enter the world cup.

We live in country that has set us up for failure in everything we do. The talented don’t get their chance to be all they can be, the money goes to the wrong places and pockets and no one really cares about people’s quality of life, or their hopes and dreams and aspirations. We’re in a country that’s been abused for so long and with everything that’s happening, it’s dying a slow and painful death. The word ‘Masr’ or Egypt has been since some time back used in a negative manner. It has come to denote a place you want to leave, you want to get out of, you want to be disassociated with. The only mention of patriotism is fabricated through cheap drama writers who are induced to do so by an oppressive government as propaganda.

Our ancient pharaonic symbols have all been over-used and have long been anchored to mediocrity. The flag with its colors has become depressing to look at, depressing to salute, obligatory in schools as another form of oppression inflicted on us by a tyrannical government. Our hopes are dying and our culture is dying and our dignity is dying. We’re fading away, silently into a darkness, worn down, run into the ground.

But then comes something of a phenomenon, football. It strikes me as odd that this may quite well be the only thing Egyptians have in common, that is the one thing for which we will stand shoulder to shoulder. It’s slightly sad that this may be the only thing we have left and yet with all the sadness of this realization, it’s hopeful that we still have that. We have one thing that brings us together. That is why even though I don’t believe that a football match should be treated with this much excitement, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with people and will get excited and will be part of the whole. Even if you don’t watch or like or care about football, you should stand shoulder to shoulder with your fellows. Don’t you understand? This might be the only thing we have left with one another.

This game mandated by an international body FIFA has fix what the local government has broken, pride in a country. It has given meaning to the word ‘Masr’.. Egypt.. chanted willingly by the people who have been most abused by it. The flags voluntarily hung up everywhere a symbol of a revived faith in a seemingly lost and dying cause. We’re being told by the world that we’re the pharaohs and we don’t seem to mind it now.

We’re in search of hope. We’re in search of hope in something greater than a football match. We’re in search of hope of a common cause, of some kind of collective victory in some kind of salvation from the darkness we’re plummeting into. We are trying to answer a question of whether after all our failures we had hope to survive. We failed in Egypt to beat Zambia and that was the failure we were trying to overcome in this game. It is a bit symbolic of all our failures and this match was to ask if we could overcome our history of failures.

The way people have said ‘Masr’ over the past few days could almost move a mountain. The faith and conviction was beyond words, carried stealthily with the word ‘Masr’ and sent out as so much energy. That’s how we scored twice, each time through this energy and this faith.

At the start of the game, the atmosphere was electric, it was phenomenal, and with all this energy from faith and hope, it drove the ball into the net. It wasn’t Sakka or Treka or Zidan or even Zaki that drove it in, it was that momentous energy. ‘Please God, let us win,’ said everyone in his heart and out loud. Even those who don’t believe in God said that to the energies that be. Let us not die today, give us hope in a future that is seemingly hopeless. We can’t afford to lose hope, not till the final whistle, we have to go down fighting at least.

I had to struggle with myself to keep that hope alive, till the very last second. Do I just accept defeat and spare myself the agony or do I keep fighting even within myself, for keeping faith consumes a lot of energy, it’s not as simple or as easy as giving up or losing faith. I decided not to let go of hope and kept it till the very last second, but I wasn’t the only one. I don’t know how difficult it was for others to keep that hope for a country that is almost destined to lose, that in fact has done so consistently over the years. I don’t know how they all got the energy to do that, while I, considering myself a person full of strength, struggled so damn hard with it. But they did, amidst all the darkness and the hopelessness they did.

In the very final minutes, where most would have been content to leave and say, ‘Forget about this whole damn country, it’s not worth a shit’, when people could have said, ‘It’s the same way always, nothing will ever change’, when people could have thrown the towel in and accepted their failure and their fate, they hung in there. They hung in there just like they have been hanging in there after our life line in Zambia when we scored a goal in a very difficult match; just like they have hung on to the hope before the match with our very slim chance of making that two goal win; just like they stopped criticizing and attacking our players and our coach and keeping the faith in them despite their near impossible mission.

A minute before the goal, the entire stadium chanted ‘Kaas El A’alam’ (The World Cup). In unison they chanted as a reminder to all the players playing on the court that this was our dream, that this is what they were fighting for till the last minute, that these were the last minutes and that victory could be at hand, that we could still play on as long as it wasn’t over, as long as we had a chance to live. How they could have fought with all their might to keep that faith is slightly incomprehensible for we are not the breed of fighters that fights till the end. We’re quick to lose hope and we have a long history to back it up and explain it.

‘Kaas El A’alam’, they chanted, taking every bit of energy to keep up the faith, to believe in the possibility of change. The players, reminded of a dream that has been almost forgotten in the entirety of the second half, rose up again. We have a dream to be part of the world, to compete, to understand that we can live. It was these chants that pushed the ball in, we’re not completely dead, against all odds, we’re alive. Those who were in the stadium were moved by the words before being moved by the goal. They were there, all of them, to remind those who were in a position to give us some sort of life that they should do their best till the very end. They were there to demand of our representatives that they not forget about us and our dreams which should be their dream too. They were there to remind the few who had the power that they were playing for us all, and the few who were in the stadium knew very well that they chanted this not just for the players, but for the 80 million others who were not able to fit in the stadium.

There are far too many emotions to describe but the temporary verdict of this match is that we’re alive. We live to fight another day. I say this before the final match that really determines if our dreams come true because it’s relevant whether we win or lose. We were given a victory out of almost nowhere at the fourth watch and I can't but be thankful. We might lose the next match and not realize our dream, but we’ve conquered the odds nevertheless. If only we can extend this to the next match, and not just our next football match, but our next fight for a better us.

Those that don’t choose to share the value of the word ‘Masr’ on this occasion, miss out on the one thing that currently brings us together. I know it’s not much, it’s a game, it’s a sport, it doesn’t give us much and I understand that there are too many more important impending issues at hand to be concerned with a game, but still, I’d rather have this than nothing at all. I will scream and shout and cry not just for the game, but for the chance to hope and fight and win, and to be able to say we’re alive.