An old draft about the case of Samira Ibrahim originally written in the wake of the State Council Administrative Court ruling condemning and suspending the carrying out of “virginity tests” on female detainees in military prisons, and now revived, refined and expanded. Published as part of the “Blogging Week for Egyptian Women” initiative. #EgWomarch
… here comes the twist, I don’t exist.
Watch the original video of the timeless Bonzo Dog Band song (it was written by Neil Innes who also performed it on Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl).
An angry person’s manifesto written at a moment of blind rage and slithering despair.
Language and contents may be offensive to some.
… I just want you to know I can see through your masks
“Between the glorified words that eternize our moments of courage and heroism and raise us up to their victorious ideals, and the typified words that perpetuate our moments of fear and defeat and pound us deeper down into their sad reality, we exist.”
On writing, women, being (and being a woman I guess), give me a blog-warming read.
Here we marched, here we chanted, here we stood our ground.
Of the Cairo streets, and the dream of them…
Originally posted on just environment:
Having rather spontaneously accumulated quite varied a background that saw me moving through numerous circles within the environment field throughout my career, I have found…
A personal reminder and update of sorts of some of the moments that can shine light in our darkness.
Here’s to good times, to remembering them, and to better ones to come.
“Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.” – Ulysses, James Joyce
I guess some of the things we wish for will just always remain shelved dreams, things we keep telling ourselves we’ll have or do some day to keep ourselves going.
We are here, and we will not be silenced; we will not be scared off our streets and political action; we will not retreat to whatever sheltered bubbles any classist illusions of social standing or gender roles afford us; we will not be confined to what you tell us are our appropriate places and spaces; we will not be intimidated, we will not be shamed.
[warning: post contains video with strong images of mob sexual assault]
Persecution and prosecution of thought alarmingly on the rise in Egypt. Religious sanctities and public order are the ball and chain on our expression, our consciousness, our lives.
Revisiting an old entry – the rage is still there, and so is even more contempt for everything I am told is sacred.
Memory keeps a dream alive, and I am still remembering.
I will not fall asleep…
Random quote from Siddhartha
Taking a weekend away from Cairo, and it feels good.