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SHARM EL-SHEIKH – Vanaf maandag is het voor het eerst mogelijk om een domeinnaam in het Arabisch te registreren. Egypte heeft de primeur met de introductie van een domeinnaam eindigend op .masr, wat .egypte in het Arabisch is. Dit is voor ons een geweldig moment. Het internet spreekt Arabisch”, aldus de Egyptische minister van Communicatie zondag.

Icann, de organisatie die de inrichting van internet beheert en bepaalt welke domeinnamen zijn toegestaan, besloot vorige maand dat voortaan alle schriften gebruikt mogen worden voor internetadressen. Deze mogelijkheid wordt wel de grootste verandering van het internet genoemd sinds het veertig jaar geleden werd opgezet.

Destijds was de taal geen probleem omdat de meeste internetgebruikers Engels of een andere taal gebaseerd op het Latijnse schrift gebruikten. Momenteel gebruiken ongeveer 1,6 miljard mensen het internet, van wie ruim de helft geen gebruik maakt van het Latijnse schrift. Het merendeel van die websurfers komt uit China. De eerste websites gebaseerd op een ander alfabet zullen vanaf halverwege volgend jaar actief zijn.

Autumn in Egypt. Pshhh.

When September came and went with my airconditioner humming–no change in the weather, foods or styles, I buried my thoughts of cool fall breezes, fresh apples, sweaters and cozy boots, and embraced Cairo’s seemingly eternal summer.

After all, I can only miss macouns, pumpkins and bright leaves so much when guavas and dates are abundant and the sun never misses a beat. (OK sometimes it’s thwarted by pollution).

Yet a couple weeks ago I noticed all was not as static as I supposed.

The first thing I noticed were carts with men who roasted sweet potatoes. I wondered if they were the same men who cut and sold passion fruit all summer long.

Then, walking to work one morning, I thought the air smelled different.

Maybe it was in my head, but I caught a whiff of a scent, which in the States, I would swear without hesitation, was distinctly Autumn. I thought of piles of brightly colored leaves and children heading to primary school.

As I walked through the market, I had to admit, things has changed while I have been busy at work.

Apples, bananas, pomegranates, oranges, guavas and bright orange persimmons were everywhere and decreasing in price. Mangoes, pears, fresh dates, peaches and plums were no more. And Nadia (an RLAP coworker and friend) and I discovered  measly remnants were all that remained of our beloved figs, which we had indulged in since June.

(Moze (banana) season in Cairo!)

And the markets are not the only businesses changing up their stocks.

Over the last month, store mannequins have finally adjusted to resemble the appearance of the majority of women on the street–silhouettes hidden in bright layers.

Though I initially brushed the polo-style sweaters off as a silly fashion gimmick, time has already proved me wrong.

A couple weeks ago, Mufas(an Egyptian friend) showed up with a sweater tied around around his neck, superprep style. Days later, he wore the sweater over another shirt as we waited for friends outside Cairo Jazz Club.

(My Mom visited!)

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, glancing at my bare arms.  “Do you want to wear my sweater?”

“No!” I said, stoically refusing to wear such a garment when it was at least 70 degrees.

Yet a couple days later, I found myself stuffing another layer into my bag as I rushed to work and adding another sheet to my bed because I was chilly.

So a couple months later than I expected, at degrees which I’d rush for shorts and Tees at any other point in my life, I find myself excitedly donning sweaters and eyeing boots in store windows.

I only wonder how my body will feel about sub-zero Boston and NY in a few weeks….

*Fashion pictures coming*

I was standing at the Bon Appetite counter ordering lunch at El-Ahly Club when those words hit my ears stronger than a thunder bolt, so loud and clear: “la2et el nas kollaha 3arfa en Nada bet7eb Mohmoud” (i found out that every body knows that Nada loves Mahmoud). I was taken with surprise for a while, then looked at the speaker. She was about 14 years old, a little kid girl with her kid girl friend. Suddenly the picture of that lame Vodafone commercial jumped in front of my eyes: Bibo far2a3 Gigy (Bibo blew up with Gigy)!!

Then i felt sooooo old! what has happened to the world? when did kids that age start talking about love? what happened to the kids of the new generation? talking about love, fights, boob jobs done by celebrities, Noor and Mohannad, star academy, play station, Esam El 7adary and how he’s not as cute as C. Ronaldo

I’m not saying my whole generation spent their time reading Encyclopedias or Watching Discovery, but i don’t remember us having that amount of lameness, empty headedness, or shallowness in our conversations.

I guess that was before Pokémon’s invaded the west (yes, west! it came from Asia, so we are the west of that) then it all went wrong. Kids started fighting over rare cards, and wrong moves (all they had to do was flash a card, I have no idea how could that go wrong). then it was made tokens in Chipsy packs, then kids started buying them for the tokens and throw the rest of the pack away. Then came cable TV, and came MTV’s role, introducing us to all kinds of video clips and singing mania, Star academy, Nancy Agram, and Haifaa Wahby.

What happened to Ragol el Mosta7il (man of the impossible) and 3arosty (no direct translation, it’s a clue guess game). What happened to those Muppets on TV, although they were dumb but taught the kids a lesson or two. Where did Wanis and Maysa go, bringing up a generation of good mothers and fathers? When did we stop going to sports clubs to play sports and go for picking up girls instead?

Somebody tell me, when did it all go wrong?

I am at such a loss for words on how to describe leaving. And then this song popped up on my iPod on my last bus ride home from AUC.

This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know
Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show

I’ll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below ma I can see the world and it ain’t so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets

I don’t where I’m going, I don’t want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I’m in perpetual motion and the world below doesn’t matter much to me

This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow
- The Kinks.

This time tomorrow, I will be on the other side of the world. And ready, I think, for the next big step that it will bring. But tonight, it’s time to say goodbye.

Walking back from Nathaniel’s house boat, while I walked the bridge over the Nile that was reflecting all the lights of the Corniche and the green glow of the mosques, I looked up and saw fireworks exploding between the buildings. The explosions were muffled, I think through all the layers of smog and remnants of the sandstorm, so it was just explosions of light.

And that is what Cairo is. Little reminders of beauty and love, especially when you are least expecting it.

Fact: There have been no confirmed cases of H1N1 in Egypt.
Fun Fact: That doesn’t stop the government making poor decisions and adding to the international crisis of crazy.

The mandatory slaughter of Egypt’s around 300,000 pigs was more than a step against the infection of the Egyptian community by this (common, highly treatable, blown out of proportion, other suitable adjectives inserted here) virus, and is a political move to reinforce the social, economic, and political marginalization of already poor communities within Egyptian society.

Egypt is a mostly Muslim nation, about 90% of the population, the remaining 10% are members of either Eastern Orthodox Christian Churches, Catholic, or Coptic. Now while the Eastern Orthodox and Catholic Egyptians are, on the whole, fairly wealthy, Coptic Christians are split between the upper-echelons of Egyptian society and the absolute lowest, one of which is the zabaleen, the Garbage-Collectors of Cairo who live in a small section of the city called Menshiyat Nasr, or Garbage City. This community is by far the poorest and most disenfranchised in the entire capital, and it is often cited as a result of the members of the community being Coptic and raising and eating pigs, an act prohibited by Islam. The pigs serve as both assistants in the disposal of the organic waste that they collect, and a food source, and by killing the pigs they are only furthering the divide between Muslim and non-Muslim society, keeping the poor poor, and adding to the panic that people are facing on an international level. This targeting of this community creates a further mistrust in the State, which after all these years of being confined to a smaller and smaller physical space while participating in demeaning physical labor, is both expected and counter-productive. This community needs schools and opportunities to participate in the direction of their own development, not pig slaughters and police violence.

On another note, the Association for the Protection of the Environment, an NGO that I have briefly worked with during my time here, works within Menshiyat Nasr, providing a health center, a daycare, a primary school, and a craft center that uses recycled cloth and paper to make everything from embroidered tapestries to wedding invitations and handbags. And, randomly, these handbags are now selling at Marc Jacobs’ flagship store in New York City. Though, in my opinion, they picked the ugliest ones possible.

Almost all of my conversations in the past week have included some version of the following: “Hey, you’re leaving Cairo soon – are you excited? How does that feel?”
And every time I open my mouth to answer, I find myself saying different versions of the same thing. Mostly, “Yes and no.”

Yes – I am unbelievably excited to have my family and my friends in Atlanta in my life again. To drive a car and eat Mexican food and resume my life that I abandoned a year ago. I am ecstatic about leaving AUC and heading back to Georgia Tech. For American football and the smell of bacon. To rejoin my stateside AIESEC family and start making a change in Atlanta. For Target and Urban Outfitters and good beer and having voicemail on my phone. To start rebuilding a life in the States.

No – I have had migraine-inducing anxiety attacks over not knowing what will happen when I go home. And leaving my Egyptian family and friends. I’ve started randomly tearing up in the backs of taxis and get nostalgiac over the smell of ta’ameyya for the life that I have made here. AUC is a drag, but the people that I have met there are definitely not, and the AIESECers here have built me something I feel like I will be removign bones knowing I won’t see them whenever I want. I am terrified of reverse culture shock and all that comes with it – I know it will be worse this time. I am a very different person, and the US is a very different place than when I last saw it.

It’s daunting, and I think that the next few weeks will only make it more difficult. But it’s all part of the challenge that I signed up for.

It’s there. I can feel it – pulling right behind my stomach, an ache between my eyes, a general sense of boredom and knowing that this has all been done before.

I need a change.

And I guess the timing is about right – I know a major change is coming, and soon, and I have just been in one place for too long. And it’s not Egypt, I think, but AUC and everything that comes along with it. Because sometimes I will look out my window and see this amazing view and listen to the call to prayer coming from the green-lit mosques and I know, right then and there, that this is a moment, and I am in it and experiencing it and loving it, but it is fleeting and impermanent and one day, I will look out a window and I will see something else entirely. And that idea is already making me a little sad. But on campus, I feel like the apathy is creeping into me, the laziness and the lowered standards – I need to get out before it all latches on. I don’t feel like it is challenging me to grow – and if you aren’t growing, you’re dying.
And I am anxious because I don’t know what is coming. And I can’t really do anything about it from here. That this minute I have to throw my hands up, smile, and say insha’Allah. Although I wouldn’t say no to suggestions on what to do. Books to read, music to listen to, revolutions to start. It’s time for something new.

YAY! I just discovered some new designs of Egyptian designer Reham Farouq. Enjoy it. I know I did Does she still design for Veil? Does anybody know?

Owwwww, how I love the last outfit with the abaya/jilbab/galabiya like dress Which one of these is your favorite outfit? Are you loving or leaving the Egyptian hijab style?

Last week, AIESEC Egypt hosted the third Middle East North Africa Exchange and Leadership Development Seminar, and kicked the whole thing off with a Global Village, an event that allows delegates to share aspects of their culture through food, music, pictures, or anything like that. Now, I wasn’t able to attend the conference because of school, but I was able to go to Global Village and see the twenty countries represented taking over the Corniche in Gezira. It is strange to think that it was two years ago that I was in Morocco, participating in the same thing. So much has changed since then, but its incredible to see familiar faces so much later.
(Gail from UAE and David Ziser from Kansas/Oman and me and the beautiful Denise from GT). A note on my t-shirt: My 19th birthday present from Katie Mitchell, a Ramblin’ Wreck shirt that has the song on the back – this shirt has been worn to every conference and global village I have ever attended as a member of @GT. I am in love with it.)

As there was only one delegate representing the US, which was a little disappointing, but given the financial constraints of the conference and travel to Egypt is a little understandable, we helped deck out the table. Oreos, chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter and jelly, Pepsi (although I was upset that our friend from @Madison bought Pepsi and not Coke…my Atlanta roots were pained by that), a Braves hat, and as much Obama stuff as I had in my apartment. Which was cool when people asked for pictures with us, the table, the flag, and Obama’s picture.

Which brings me to the role of the Global Village – to learn about other cultures, build relationships, and use that knowledge to create conversations that may one day change the world. Which is just what Obama is doing. His message to Iran exemplifies just that, the willingness to learn about a culture, reach out to them, and begin a dialogue that will initiate change. It’s a small step towards a bigger leap, and the man keeps making me proud.

This is exactly what we need around the world – the creation of dialogue. The inclusion of two parties contributing equally to a conversation about the world. And that doesn’t just mean speaking, it means listening, too.

For example, the conflict in Israel and Palestine is many things. Complicated, important, heartbreaking, horrifying. But more than anything, I think it is something that changes in definition depending on who you ask. Before coming to Egypt, I was unsure of everything – I had read about it, and knew basics of the conflict, but my understanding of it has completely changed now. Not because I have chosen sides, but because I have had the opportunity to listen to both of them, learn from both of them. And it is increasingly frustrating to find people who refuse to initiate dialogue from a standpoint of being fair and balanced, from both sides.

If you want a different perspective of the conflict than what is usually reported in the US, check out this discussion started by an Israeli university on the role of their military in the conflict. For the full description, take a look at Haaretz, a left-leaning news center in Jerusalem. It is a step towards recognizing the need for developing an honest dialogue on both sides.

Reading books like this and learning about organizations like this act as both a positive and a negative.

The positive: Learning that what I am doing with my life has been done, can be done, and can seriously change the path of a community. That understanding culture, language, and people is as important to building bridges as stones and mortar. That someone else shares my fascination and dedication for the parts of the world people have written off. That Pakistan and Afghanistan are as beautiful and incredible as I imagine.

The negative: I’m reading about it, not doing it.

If you want to understand an important aspect to responsible ethnographic participative action research and development implementation, working with Islamic communities, and what I am attempting to do with my career – this book articulates a lot of what I believe. Everyone should understand the incredible potential of one person, one idea, and some tea.

On Sunday, I hosted a dinner of a bunch of AIESECers who happen to be in Cairo – some Madisonians, @CU-ers, and interns – a tradition that I have adopted from our old LC dinners and am trying to implement here. I cooked an obscene amount of food, which of course was not even close to enough, and brought out the little Arab mother in me, making sure people were eating enough, had everything they needed, and were doing nothing but enjoying themselves while I ran around getting food, tea, and whatnot together for them. It was a great evening, getting to see people I hadn’t for awhile, and introduce new ones into the crowd that has become a mini-@Egypt family. And the lovely Denise, an @er from GT working here in Cairo, brought me one of the best gifts I have gotten in a very long time. Some love from home – in the form of a t-shirt and a card, which just about put me to tears.

First of all, I am fine. Cairo will be fine. The world at large will be fine. It’s just at the moment it feels like it’s moving in some form of alternative gravity. Like it should be spinning another way. But I promise that I am fine.

I want to understand why something like this happens. Actually, I don’t think anyone really could understand it, or want to understand the reasoning behind it. I have stood in that spot, exactly. Walked through it dozens of times. Met friends there, laughed there. I could find it in my sleep. And yesterday, there was an explosion there.

Cairo has never left me feeling unsafe or insecure. I have never equated it with terrorism, and I have worked very hard to make sure others understand my conviction. I want people to understand how beautiful it is here, how breathtaking it is. I want people to understand why I love it. And I do. It is not that Egypt is a perfect place. There are many things, in fact, that are wrong with it. Philip’s arrest kind of threw that back into focus, and yesterday’s events made it even more clear that this country, the region, the mentality that exists about both of them, need work, but more than that – that they are worth working for.

This only reaffirms the choices I have made. There is work to be done and challenges to be faced. And if not me, who? If not now, when? There has been time enough spent worrying, accusing, and vilifying. There needs to be a step towards understanding, although in reality it is more like several leaps, but its not fifteen kilometers of unpassable desert. It is not the expanse of the Atlantic or the Gulf or the gaps in language and culture. It is only the distance between people.

“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.”

toothpastefordinner.com

Filling out applications, writing cover letters, stressing about the direction of my professional future? not exciting.
Toothpaste for Dinner? always exciting.

I received this e-mail, it’s about an issue that I guess is bothering some of you as it is bothering me, so I decided to share it with you.

I don’t know who originally wrote it, but this is how i recieved it:

مفيش حاجة واجعه قلبى ومسببالى انتفاخات زى الاعلان الغريب اللى بيطاردنى فى شوارع المحروسة بالاضافة للتلفزيون واللى شعارة تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح … مستفزززززز جدا …. واحد بيوفر في استهلاك المياه (إللي هي المَيّه يعني!) وهو ده إللي خلاّه يدَخّل ابنه أحسن مدارس!!!! يا سلااااااام!! طب إيه العلاقه؟؟؟!! …. وواحد تاني بيوفر فى استهلاك الكهربا واللقطة اللى بعدها المحروس بيجرى ورا عياله فى الشاليه بتاعه فى بورتو السخنة !!! وبعدين رمش العين وفرت من مصروفها وجابت لاب توب !!! مصروف إيه فى ليلتكم الزرقا على دماغكم إللى بيجيب لاب توب ده؟!!! وطبعا فى الاخر الجملة الاكثر استفزاززززززززز فى المجرة الارضية واللة متعديش حتى على الهنود

( على فكرة احلى تحية للهنود بتوع النووى )

…. احسبها صح … تعيشها صح ….

وعليه…… خدوا عندكم بقا…. هِيّا جت عليّا انا يعنى ؟؟؟!! ….

توتى وفر فى فلوس المخدرات بتاعته وجاب عربية هامر جديده !!
تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح

نوسة وفرت من فلوس الديسكو وسافرت 3 شهور فرنسا الصيف اللى فات وفى الغالب مش راجعه !!
تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح

سهير بتشرب علبة سجاير واحدة بس بدل اتنين وبفلوسها حجزت شهر فى الفورسيييييزووون فى الرويال سويت!
تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح

حنكش قلِّب باقية فلوس العيش اللى مامته كانت بتديهالو وبيهم دفع مصاريف الجامعة الامريكية !!
تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح

عم حسين بواب العمارة وفر من التيبس اللى بياخدوا من السكان واشترى رونالدينهو بتاع البرازيل !!
تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح

عادل صاحب شركة استيراد خصم من كل الموظفين 10 ايام وبيهم جاب خاتم سوليتير للفيونكه بتاعته !!
تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح

صبحى وفر فى أكل الجبنة الروووومى وجاب فيلا فى التجمع الخامس بالبسين وجاب عوامة وزة كمان !!
تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح

طأطأ بطل يجيب الكارت ابو 25 جنية وبيجيب الكارت ابو 10 جنية وبالفرق دفع المهر والشبكة وعمل فرحه فى لندن وبيقضى شهر العسل فى الكاريبى !!
تحسبها صح …. تعيشها صح

نداء الى اصحاب القلوب الرحيمة وجمعيات الرفق بالانسان والحيوان…. اوقفوا الاعلان ده

أو وفرولنا أدوية مكافحة الحمووووووضة

I am so proud, again. I can’t even begin to describe. Watching it, surrounded by other Americans in my apartment, it was a surreal, enlightening, exciting, incredible, indescribable moment. Even amidst Wolf Blitzer’s insistent buzz of analysis and commenting on triviality of things like Aretha Franklin’s odd hat (who cares? It’s the Aretha Franklin) – the amazingness of this moment shone through. And being here is a unique experience – I would be proud anywhere in the world, but being in the midst of the Gaza crisis, the Arab world, the disapproval of all things Bush – it’s going to be a different view today. More than anything, I think that this election and all the subsequent hope it’s bringing is going to also bring a change of paradigm, not only for the American perspective on how we view ourselves as well as how we see the world, but changing on how the rest of the world sees us. And right now, it has turned into a pretty good view.

In all the pre-inauguration excitement, I have been watching everything I can to feel like I am as much a part of the inaugration as possible. I found this awesome thing from the BBC called “Notes to Obama” – advice from some pretty incredible people to the new President, and the one from Maya Angelou is my favorite. (It’s funny to think that her poem for Clinton’s inauguration is almost more applicable now.)

I can’t stop thinking about this. How excited I am. How inspired I am. How incredibly proud I am.

The Adventure Hat: (n) a hat like object worn in adventurous situations or to create an atmosphere of adventure when situations are already ridiculous. For example: Siwa Oasis, Egypt. Where, during a New Year’s Eve party, you are forced into participating in a bellydancing show.

And take obligatory tourist pictures.
And make friends with the locals, who take you on tours of their town by Donkey Cart, introduce you to their families, impart local sensibilities, and tell you that you, and your hair, cause problems. This one’s name is Gom3a.
And go sandboarding in the Great Sand Sea in the Sahara with some Bedouin men that sing you Arabic love songs.
And have breathtaking incredible moments. Like watching the sunset over the dunes and remembering how incredibly small you are. What a way to ring in the new year.