Invitation exhausted my Soul
The last time I went to a group breakfast was in Ramadan 2016 when my university friends and I used to go to City Stars from afternoon until evening prayer, and this habit continued with us from 2011 (the year of our graduation), until 2016, after that everyone was busy with his job or his children, or both.
But before the middle of Ramadan, I received an invitation from my friend "Nermen" for breakfast, and since all my meetings with my friend aren't without work; So I reluctantly agreed, and I went to her on the 15th of Ramadan, despite my habit of breaking the fast with my family, and despite the temperature, but I convinced myself that work is more important than anything and that the opportunity will finally come to see the full moon, but life is one thing and dreams are another, as the Turks say "Hayaller Ve Hayatlar".
I remember the first day of Ramadan last year, what Nermen did with me
at 11 am, at that time she reprimanded me for not waking up early and asked me
to open the “Meet” page on Google to review the pages of my book “Zircon
Empire” before publishing it on Amazon, we started before noon and ended after
the first takbeer (saying Allahu Akbar) In the azan of Maghrib prayer, at this
time, I didn't imagine that the current Ramadan will witness those moments as
well.
We quickly gathered wires and appliances, prayed Maghrib, and then ate breakfast, and later we continued our work from where we left off, Nermen brought a cup of coffee with milk and turned on the TV, and here the tragedy began, the tragedy of having time in Ramadan to watch his series, I watch a serial about a Mother who uses her power and money to force her children to fulfill her requests, in the serial, the artist "Wafaa Amer" excelled at playing the role of the mother to the point that she reminded me of that tyrannical woman who uses her power and money to impose her control over her children.
And I said to myself, the Egyptian woman has a strong character, but she isn't harmful or mischievous; because her kindness outweighs her cruelty, but I felt dissatisfied with the series in general, and I remembered the classic series that talk about Egyptian families, and the streets of Egypt, such as "Arabesque, Zezenia, Abbas Al-Abyad, Aldaw' Alshaarid, Dhiaab Aljabal, Alwatad"...etc.
I know that
my character loves classic things, but maybe I love classic things because I
don't love the preferences of Egyptians now, and that ugly wave that talks
about bullying and the popular places where one or two heroes grow up in poor
families and start to change the events after they join the mafia.
Don't say that I don't know anything about popular neighborhoods and that these series are a reflection of reality, and all those flimsy justifications; because I live in Matariya and I'm not far from the reality of the Egyptians, especially after my work in the press has developed my observation skill, and believe me the more I watch the Egyptians the more I feel that their change resulted from watching violence, and even the songs of festivals don't express never about the tastes of the Egyptians; because unfortunately, we've all become prisoners of that false wave that claims wrongly that this is what everyone prefers, and if you read my last article “The Abilene Paradox” you'll know that what is happening with the Egyptians now is exactly what happened with the family of Jerry Harvey when they went on a trip to the city of Abilene, thinking that everyone wanted to go while all of them didn't want that trip from the beginning.
Do you want to hear something comic at the end of the article?? After
azan El-Isha, the "Al-Maddah" series began. At that time, my feelings
changed from resentment and disgust to horror and fear. I tried to begin conversations
with my friend and her sister to prevent myself from following the events of
the series but to no avail, because suddenly while I was talking to them, they
all fell silent and looked at the screen, and here I saw the most frightening
scene in the series, I can now say that I had worse luck on this day than Will
Smith's luck at the last Oscar.
Finally, I said goodbye to my friend and said to myself that I'll see
the manifestations of the celebration of Ramadan, but I forgot that Al-Ahly
(Egyptian football team) is my enemy and my archenemy won't leave me alone. I
didn't know that this day was the date of the Al-Ahly ve Moroccan Raja match
(First leg match); So I wondered why the streets were empty as if they had
suddenly turned into a ghost town with only dogs sitting comfortably on the
cars... A scene that reminds me of the state of nations in the future, after
the nuclear war that wiped out everything and the entire human race, I got into
the car and the traffic was so quiet that it scared me and let all my terrified
thoughts wander through my confused mind... Just a few minutes and I heard a
shout that reminded me of the words of TV presenter "Amr Adib":
“Al-Ahly’s goal is equal to an earthquake in Egypt of a magnitude of Richter 8.”
At that time, I understood why the roads were empty, and why my brothers and my
family suddenly disappeared and stopped contacting me.
Now I realized that if I left myself at the mercy of my luck, no one
would rescue me from his clutches; because I love Zamalek to the core ( Zamalek
is an Egyptian football team - a discount for the "Al-Ahly" team),
but since I set foot in my district, Al-Ahly scored two goals in ten minutes.
At first, I passed by a café that was celebrating the goal of Al-Sulayya, and then I passed by another café I heard his shouts from far away, after the goal of Hussein Al-Shahat, at last, I returned home, but after I got depressed.
I felt like I'll hate anyone who wants to invite me to breakfast in the future, and that's how my soul got exhausted.
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