I wrote that letter someday in 2007 when everything seemed so dark then thought of publishing it here and sharing it with you. Warning : My English language is a mess !
Dear sons ,
Once upon a time of struggle, somewhere located in the north east of Africa, there was a country called ”Egypt” . And since I opened my eyes in this country , and maybe till I close them for the last time, I’ve found the same president, the same pharaoh who forgot his mortality and tried to put on the immortal cloak of gods. He acted like it, he believed it to the level that even speaking about his majesty’s health was considered a deadly unforgivable sin that even sharp blades and darkness of dungeons can’t wash .
” Masters , dogs , pockets & puppets ”, Egypt can be reduced to these four words. Pockets pay for masters to feed the dogs, dogs protect masters, masters protect pockets & all of them enslave the puppets. Masters are people of the highest rank including the royal family. they are surrounded by few people who we call “Centers of Power” , and what a windy world ! even those centers were excluded or put down when they expire and only masters remain. People die , people grow old , people are born, but those are still the very same.
Dogs are considered the right arm of the royal family and maybe the left one as well. they are the mix of all naturally- separated security powers in the civilized world; Police, both intelligence agencies, even the army and the two million soldiers of “Central Security”. All dogs of the regime have one clear mission ; to protect masters & pockets and to get rid of any puppet who thinks to try to act like a human being or claim any kind of rights.
Independent, opposing & serving, That’s how we can classify the pockets. Independent ones who only care about increasing their fortunes and who love money too much that they prefer not to pay the masters and they take the risk of living uncovered. Opposing pockets are the micro minority that uses its wealth to support the causes they believe in…pockets of concepts !.
“Serving pockets” are the majority…greedy thieves, arms dealers & fortune hunters who pay the masters to cover their stinky smell and protect them from people, law & even destiny, they think. Just like a prostitute who is ready to give the dirty cop “anything” to let her do “everything” she wants.
Puppets are just puppets, always objects and never subjects.
Sons, that’s how things used to be when I lived, and that’s how I don’t want them to be ,and won’t let them to be, when you read this whenever you do, if you ever did.
I just want to tell you that through this darkness I tried to say : “No!” … Yes, I tried to change things and screamed it out loud with the rest of the few people with free minds and souls, with the rest of good men.
Those who do it for God, those who do it for their families, those who do it for their country, those who do it for their own good and those who do it for all of these reasons together, are good real men .
Sons , i don’t know the destiny or the destination of my country and I’m not really sure of what you’ll know and what you won’t, but just in case, and in order to make you pray for us not curse us in every prayer for the heavy heritage and burdens we left you, I want to tell you that real men existed and called for a change….even if it didn’t take place. please know that we suffered, took risk and our screams echoed in the four corners of the world….
dear sons…” We were men! “