January 3, 2011
The Dark Side Of Cairo
Everyone knows i love Cairo.
The are many many things i love about that city, but there are also many things that really and truly sadden me.
Sitting in Khan AlKhaleli, an old bazaar, filled with coffee shops, people milling around. It is a major tourist attraction in Cairo.
I see a little 3 year old boy walking around with a toy in his hand.
I wave to him and try to talk to him. He looked a bit sick and wasn't in the mood. His older sister or cousin was standing rite there with him.
The boy walked away and i saw him being lead by an older woman to a far corner.
A few minits later he came out crying very very quietly, holding his arm.
Which i swear to you was broken.
My aunt called him over and hugged him. Asking him wats wrong. His older sister chipped in. His grandma called him over and beat him up for not being hyper and cheerful so he would collect more money.
He wasn't making enough she said. He wasn't working like he should be.
If only you could see the pain and hurt that were in that little boys face. If only you could have seen the devastation.
I'm writing this to you with tears streaming down my face. He broke my heart.
All my mom could say was 7esbe allah wani3ma elwakeel 3ala ahlik.
That child has no childhood. No innocence. No time for play.
He will never go to school. He will grow up to be nothing and no one, just like the thousand kids before him.
The sister told me that only some of them go to school, but the rest of them have to work.
How can the Egyptian government allow this to happen?
This has been going on for many many years, and there are no indications that it will stop.
No one is taking a substantial stand against it.
God all i wanted to do was find the grandmother and beat her to a pulp. i wanted to hurt her, to cause her pain. to break her like she broke that tiny child.
something must be done.
Now. Today. This moment.