Michele Gwynn

Michele Gwynn
Location
San Antonio, Texas, USA
Birthday
December 08
Title
Freelance Journalist/Columnist/Author
Bio
Michele Gwynn is a Freelance Photo-Journalist for several local community newspapers in San Antonio, Texas, and a content producer for Examiner.com for Sex and Relationships and Animal Rights. She holds a degree in Broadcasting from San Antonio College, and is a member of Phi Theta Kappa. In addition, she writes Sci-Fi (published eBook - Harvest on Barnes and Noble for NOOK), and has published erotic fiction. She continues to contribute content online for Travelin' Wheels, Associated Content, and Shine on Yahoo.

FEBRUARY 20, 2012 6:23AM

What's really going on in Egypt? One young soldier speaks

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Egyptians showed the world Arab Spring when they protested by the hundreds of thousands in Tahrir Square demanding the Hosni Mubarek step down and end his nearly thirty year autocratic rule over Egypt.  During his reign, he was considered an ally to the United States that helped present a united front against other Arab countries who would oppress their people.  The hypocrisy of the union was lost on Americans and those in the west, but not lost on Egyptians who struggled to make ends meet each day in a failed economy where there were no jobs to be had for the educated youth, where the people had no voice in their own government, where the rich got richer and the poor became poorer.  In a country rich in history, whose sands birthed great nations, the people were starving, and since Mubarek has stepped down, they still are.  The joy of the victory by the will of the Egyptian people has been short-lived as the military, which once helped them, now controls the government and promised free elections have not been held.  Radical Islamists plot for control while every day men and women who see the swift degradation of their society once again take to the streets in protest; losing their lives in civil war.

One young man dares to speak out about life inside Egypt.  His name is Patrick.  Yes, Patrick.  His father wanted him to have an anglicized name so he might have an easier way in the world, a way where he wouldn't be immediately judged by his name.  Little did he know that he would be trapped inside a country swamped in civil war.

Patrick was drafted into the Egyptian Armed Forces.  He has witnessed more in his twenty-three years than most western youths see in a lifetime.  Worse, most of what he has seen has been pain, suffering, hopelessness, and violence.  Still, he is intelligent, speaks three languages, plays drums (self-taught), and has the sweet soul of a poet.  Want to know what life is like in right now in Egypt?  Read Patrick's own words.

"If I could do it, I wouldn't have been here right now. To (travel) somewhere you must either have a lot of money or a sponsor and I have neither. What I do is just try to be as good as I can and leave the rest for life. I'm doubtful because it's been a emotionally tough life for me. I've changed a lot in the past 6 years or so and am waiting to see the results. After all, life is an experiment."

Revealing how depressed he has been, Patrick continues.  "I, myself, am a great person. You have no idea how I strove to be who I am. It would take me hours to explain what kind of stupidity, pain and frustration I've gone through. Simplest thing is growing in an environment stripped of love to be a musician. I feel great about myself and that which I have put in life hasn't paid anything but more pain for being a sensitive, caring, gentle person.  One important thing you should do is not judging my life on a background of yours. You have no idea how it is to grow up in Egypt. I got upset when Milan said "how can you be depressed while you are 23".

 
And about thinking positively, my brother has just had a car accident. This guy hasn't hurt anybody, always been an inspiration to all of those around him; a guide, a teacher, a beacon of knowledge and a brother.
One more thing is know that when you see me depressed it's because of the children dying, every look of pain and fear I see in the eyes of a child, man, or a woman in the street, the suffering that I know is happening, every bad feeling I've felt and I know that it is happening right now to someone else somewhere in the vast universe. I remember that because if I don't I'd be a traitor and an asshole for betraying myself and my soul."
 
Feb 4, 2012 inside Cairo.
 
 
I still wondered why he couldn't just get away, just leave, not understanding how impossible that is for someone in a country where the people do not have the rights that we enjoy here in the U.S.  I asked anyway.
 
"My family is a part of the problem. Can you imagine witnessing your dad trying to kill your mom or them fighting everyday, or your dad not caring about your health and smoking in your face or you family laughing at you for your thoughts and dreams and hobbies?  The only ones I care about is my brother who brought me up, and my mom who wasted her health away for me."

"I live in a town called Bani Swayf, about a hundred miles from Cairo. It's quiet and has some fields that have always been my hideaway, but it has no culture whatsoever. Like most of Egypt, what can be called culture is a cheap, blind imitation of the west that tries to take what it likes and leaves out, (or pretends to leave), that which is refuted by Islam."

"Museums and theaters here are of no importance, but you can't take a poor man to teach him about art, for how can you fill his heart while his belly is empty? How can you teach him to hear a tune while he can only hear his stomach and the cries of his children?  The wonderful history of Egypt is owned by foreigners who search for science and excitement. and the remaining is either destroyed for ignorance, sold for greed, or lost for sloth."

"I love Egypt and Bani Swayf. My skin is painted with its sun and my bones are shaped by its coldness, but it seems that I live between people who have agreed to live a lie, to bury their heads in the sand, for the sun is too bright when you open your eyes."

"What pain can these keys type and what agony can this screen show? To live in Egypt is to carry your heart in you hands day in and day out. You are at the risk of dying of the spreading disease, the chaotic traffic, the terrorist Islamist or the tyrannical powerful and rich. What can be said to express the pain of illiteracy and immorality corrupting a human's childhood, bureaucracy, self righteousness and pride destroying his puberty and despair annihilating his manhood?  This is only but my silhouette."
 
"Thoughts are the only things that can't be owned in spite of the great efforts humans did to do so. That's why we still can get songs, see paintings and drawings, and read articles and books for free."
 
Patrick's talks about his conscription in the armed forces:  This portion of the interview had to be deleted as the information may have been harmful to Patrick or others who serve in the Egyptian Armed Forces around him.  
 
Patrick's future is uncertain. He can't make plans in a country divided, starving, barely hanging on.  He can't enjoy the simplest things a young man his age should be enjoying such a hanging out with friends, having a job, building a future, meeting a nice girl.  These things which we westerners take for granted every day are imagined freedoms Patrick dare not indulge in wishing for because the disappointment of daily life in Egypt crushes the very spark of hope within him.  Still, he maintains a sliver of a dream; to play drums in a band he has made friends with online.  If his country can ever see its way clear of the upheaval and the will of the people becomes the democracy they demand, then perhaps Patrick, and every young man, woman, and child of Egypt can begin to hope for a brighter future for the first time in three decades.

Thank you, Patrick, for sharing your thoughts with me.  Most people reading this won't understand the bravery it takes to speak your mind in a country where individualism is not only frowned upon, but taken away, painfully. They won't fully comprehend the risk you've taken, but they will leave this blog feeling a deeper connection to you, and to everyone still trapped inside a divided society at war; a society fighting for the most basic of civil rights.  My thoughts and prayers are with you and those you love that one day soon, I'll be reporting good news from you, and from a new Egypt where the voice of its people can speak freely and hold free elections.  Hell, I just want you to be happy and play those drums.
 

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