Record! I am an Arab.

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Here is a video that all freedom loving people will enjoy, I know I did:

And, I’ve enjoyed watching this one even more since the fall of the regime:

The anger I felt at the Obama administration’s shifty response to Egyptian demands for freedom was indescribable, in retrospect though, the reactions from the U.S., Saudi Arabia and Israel plus the buffoonish statements from Mubarak and Sulieman on Thursday only made this victory of the Egyptian people all the sweeter.  They reclaimed their freedom despite what appeared to be insurmountable odds.

Forgive me if I sound choppy right now but I am still tired from the last two and a half weeks and hungover from feelings that I’ve never felt before.  These last 18 days have helped to redefine who I am as an Arab-American, the lens through which I see myself and the lens through which I am aware that people are seeing us, and the possibility of what can be.  Most Arabs I know are still at a loss for words  but things will never be the same, we are proud, incredibly proud and optimistic Arabs.  Ben Ali fled Tunisia on January 15th, 27 days later Mubarak’s 30 year grip on power came to an end.  27 days and I feel for the first time that I can say with pride and certainty that Arabs can do anything. 

Identity Card, Mahmoud Darwish        
I am an Arab
And my identity card is number fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the ninth is coming after a summer
Will you be angry?
I am an Arab
Employed with fellow workers at a quarry
I have eight children
I get them bread
Garments and books
from the rocks..
I do not supplicate charity at your doors
Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber
So will you be angry?
I am an Arab
I have a name without a title
Patient in a country
Where people are enraged
My roots
Were entrenched before the birth of time
And before the opening of the eras
Before the pines, and the olive trees
And before the grass grew
My father.. descends from the family of the plow
Not from a privileged class
And my grandfather..was a farmer
Neither well-bred, nor well-born!
Teaches me the pride of the sun
Before teaching me how to read
And my house is like a watchman’s hut
Made of branches and cane
Are you satisfied with my status?
I have a name without a title!
I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors
And the land which I cultivated
Along with my children
And you left nothing for us
Except for these rocks..
So will the State take them
As it has been said?!
Record on the top of the first page:
I do not hate people
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper’s flesh will be my food
Of my hunger
And my anger!
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