Freedom and Censorship

Freedom...

We are in Egypt, the country of non-freedom, the country of censorship...

u no this can be acceptable when r dealing with governmental places...we can somehow in a way or another get the point of freedom capturing, but...when u are in a place which is supposed to be a place for discussion, and u discuss the concept of freedom against governmental actions, and then this discussion is censored? you know this really sucks. This means that this supervisor is really against freedom.

I believe that if things remained like that in our dear country, we will be facing a tough bloddy revolution, maybe worse than the french revolution. Egyptian people must be encouraging each other to face governmental illegal acts, paying the price of freedom, cause we are the ones who will pay it, not the USA, not Europe, not the World General Opinion. It is just us, free Egyptians who will pay the dear high price of freedom. The freedom which will ensure and gurantee our prosperity, wealth and superiority to this world we are living in.

What makes me really upset and frustrated, when some Egyptians just like me become afraid, unable to get the courage to face our real problems instead of talking about trivial problems with trivial people. We are really heading to a catastrophe in the speed of light, I didn't know that the governmental mentality is having some success in some minds, killing patriotism and freedom in our souls, our most precious place which is the only precious thing we have now after the devaluing of all the things we believed in within running time. Or do we just compensate our freedom in the figure of the football discussions which just go like blowing air in the air.

When women from the age of 20 to 60 are physically and sexually assaulted by the armed forces which are supposed to be protecting us from evil, and we find out that these forces protect criminals and attack the most respected people on Earth, JUDGES. All that, and when I talk about BLOGGING you just censor it? This is a crime I tell you, a crime.

I will be waiting your regret when the revolution comes, will be really waiting for it.

Finished...

Finished my exams...but...still not feeling that free...the feeling i always longed for...

i feel like being closed losing the ability to open again...is it i'm afraid that i'm closer to facing real life and wave goodbye to my years of no responsibility? is being twenty bad? dunno...

i never imagined that the tens digit in my age will be number 2...never...but now...i imagine myself as being a husband...to a hopefully loving wife...with hopefully nice children...i feel the massive responsibility that will be held on my shoulders...will be able to find a good wife? will i be able to be a good father if i had children?

i dunno...

love and chemistry...

if u love someone...let them free...and they will be 90% probability they will never come back...the perfect exact of the orbit definition...sometimes science is amazing...

Thoughts... Part Four

As I began my first day in "SunRise" School...I dont remember how did I overcome the barrier of language that easily (looking back at my age then, 5 years old...) I even loved thw way things wokred there...enjoying being injected with the love and passion for English Language...I used to be a very naughty boy( how ironically opposite myself is now)...to beat anyone who tried to tease me, which was almost all of the time, and then suffering the blame from the teahcers and the evil looks on the pupils. But best of all at the end of the day, the last thirty minutes before going home...watching cartoons which made my return home always a painful experience...

Thoughts... Part Three...

Nationalism, the expression in whicn I think, the first source of extremism which I suffer sometimes. I'm very interested in politics, history and Religion comparison(though I dont know how can someone like me can be interested in fields which are almost never common with like 99.99% of the people in around my surroundings...

There interests introduced to the blakc history and present of our humanity, and how imposible for any form of living to be perfect...or even to be as perfect as possible...

Abosrbed in this shocking realization, I began to relieve myself more and more, hoping for more and more approaching to a practical way of living...To be more drowned in the world of words...aka books...which always remained my true love...Being for me whenever I needed them...But again...I suffer this idiot inherted phenomena named privacy invading...

I used to read a lot, to be ill wit hthe habit of eating books...which was something dangerous for my parents, my doctor parents...

They always argued me to stop or lessen reading...and what is worst is that when they see books which are of opposition politics orientation...

I dont know if they have a bit of hidden jealousy in themselves, since I never detected a single sign of heard any mentioning to the sense of reading...