Shock
I am falling more and more into the belief that perhaps I belong to a dead creed of people, or is it so ?
This afternoon, a situation took place that had me shocked wondering whatever happened to standing by those you love, regardless of consequence and irrespective of whether or not others approved ? Is it me, or has the world changed ? Or could it be that it is I who stood still, by some ideals and pillars, and I lived a lifetime defending and living by them, as the world moved on ? Passing time, watching trains go by as the saying goes.
You see, by my book, blood is not only thicker than water, blood can never be compared to anything else. Blood means that I would be by you, next to you, fighting with you when you are remote family, let alone close family like a son, brother, a sister, father or mother, and I am damn confused to the core.
For it seems that those values no longer hold fast when subject to the close scrutiny of the reality of our existence, or at the very least my existence. It seems that push come to shove, people are prepared to forsake you no matter who you are, in exchange for fervor with a spouse or when it comes down to their own stupid misjudgment, when those very same individuals had only you by their side, when close and far abandoned them to criticism, ridicule and character assassination. It seems that it is only I who puts blood family first and foremost, when subjected to the same situations, pressures and circumstance.
Once I read in a novel, depicting true accounts of what had happened post October revolution in Cairo, I read about two men who grew up like brothers, shared the same food, gone to the same school and lived under the same roof even though their parents could not be more different: one was the son of an aristocrat who occupied a lavish palace, while the other was the son of the concierge at the same palace. Regardless, the former's father was reputed to be quite a noble being, and treated the latter's son as he treated his own. Charity, chivalry, humanity, call it what you will.
Post revolution, there were laws enacted, rightly or wrongly, to confiscate lands and assets belonging to the former aristocracy, with only enough proceeds and funds being released to allow them, the aristocracy, to live a basic life. Needless to say, the remaining proceeds, assets and such like found it's way to the pockets of the so-called revolutionaries. Typical of political change methinks, but that's not really the gist of the tale in the "Here and Now".
To cut a long story short, this aristocrat's son went one day to collect whatever little they had been allowed to receive every month, and that used to take place at one of the "State Security Investigation" bureaus, scattered in abundance all over Cairo, and all over and Arab homeland, that has been plagued with a cross of evil rulers and greedy occupants. Any way, this man walks into this God-forsaking building to collect the monthly allowance from his dues, his family's assets, only to be told that the chief of that bureau wished to talk to him. So in he goes into this luxurious office, to be faced by another man, his age, with his back over to him. He greeted the official, who subsequently turned around to face him, and there he was: his life-long friend, whom he considered a brother. His first instinct was to rush over to him, to hug and to great him, but something in his train of thoughts, and the body language traversing the distance between the official's chair and himself mesmerised him. I guess it would have been some concoction of shock, fear, coldness .. How am I to know ?.
After exchanging a simple hello, this official starts preaching to the young man how the aristocracy, exemplified by his family, has stolen what really belonged to the people (huh !); how they have ill-treated the peasants, and how all of this has changed now; no more titles, no more aristocracy, and no more assets; "We are all equal now. Long live the revolution". Reminds me of the Orwellian line "All animals are equal, only some are more equal than others". So the young man asks about releasing their assets, only to be faced some more rhetoric, and so he gives up, and simply says to this official, in his luxurious surroundings, afforded to him by the God-blessed revolution, and an imposing photo of "Big Brother" Nasir overseeing even the void, he responds so calmly: "I understand now, and how I longed to have understood".
QED.
This afternoon, a situation took place that had me shocked wondering whatever happened to standing by those you love, regardless of consequence and irrespective of whether or not others approved ? Is it me, or has the world changed ? Or could it be that it is I who stood still, by some ideals and pillars, and I lived a lifetime defending and living by them, as the world moved on ? Passing time, watching trains go by as the saying goes.
You see, by my book, blood is not only thicker than water, blood can never be compared to anything else. Blood means that I would be by you, next to you, fighting with you when you are remote family, let alone close family like a son, brother, a sister, father or mother, and I am damn confused to the core.
For it seems that those values no longer hold fast when subject to the close scrutiny of the reality of our existence, or at the very least my existence. It seems that push come to shove, people are prepared to forsake you no matter who you are, in exchange for fervor with a spouse or when it comes down to their own stupid misjudgment, when those very same individuals had only you by their side, when close and far abandoned them to criticism, ridicule and character assassination. It seems that it is only I who puts blood family first and foremost, when subjected to the same situations, pressures and circumstance.
Once I read in a novel, depicting true accounts of what had happened post October revolution in Cairo, I read about two men who grew up like brothers, shared the same food, gone to the same school and lived under the same roof even though their parents could not be more different: one was the son of an aristocrat who occupied a lavish palace, while the other was the son of the concierge at the same palace. Regardless, the former's father was reputed to be quite a noble being, and treated the latter's son as he treated his own. Charity, chivalry, humanity, call it what you will.
Post revolution, there were laws enacted, rightly or wrongly, to confiscate lands and assets belonging to the former aristocracy, with only enough proceeds and funds being released to allow them, the aristocracy, to live a basic life. Needless to say, the remaining proceeds, assets and such like found it's way to the pockets of the so-called revolutionaries. Typical of political change methinks, but that's not really the gist of the tale in the "Here and Now".
To cut a long story short, this aristocrat's son went one day to collect whatever little they had been allowed to receive every month, and that used to take place at one of the "State Security Investigation" bureaus, scattered in abundance all over Cairo, and all over and Arab homeland, that has been plagued with a cross of evil rulers and greedy occupants. Any way, this man walks into this God-forsaking building to collect the monthly allowance from his dues, his family's assets, only to be told that the chief of that bureau wished to talk to him. So in he goes into this luxurious office, to be faced by another man, his age, with his back over to him. He greeted the official, who subsequently turned around to face him, and there he was: his life-long friend, whom he considered a brother. His first instinct was to rush over to him, to hug and to great him, but something in his train of thoughts, and the body language traversing the distance between the official's chair and himself mesmerised him. I guess it would have been some concoction of shock, fear, coldness .. How am I to know ?.
After exchanging a simple hello, this official starts preaching to the young man how the aristocracy, exemplified by his family, has stolen what really belonged to the people (huh !); how they have ill-treated the peasants, and how all of this has changed now; no more titles, no more aristocracy, and no more assets; "We are all equal now. Long live the revolution". Reminds me of the Orwellian line "All animals are equal, only some are more equal than others". So the young man asks about releasing their assets, only to be faced some more rhetoric, and so he gives up, and simply says to this official, in his luxurious surroundings, afforded to him by the God-blessed revolution, and an imposing photo of "Big Brother" Nasir overseeing even the void, he responds so calmly: "I understand now, and how I longed to have understood".
QED.
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