So be careful what you choose I feel love for me and you I’m not ashamed So I’ll walk another mile To help you find out, child I don’t know what to do I feel lost without you Better love will come to you
“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”—Rumi
Continued violations against individual freedoms and the absence of social justice prove the old regime still exists despite the ouster of former President Hosni Mubarak, said Islamist presidential hopeful Abdel Moneim Abouel Fotouh on Tuesday.
In a video posted on his YouTube account Tuesday morning to commemorate the first anniversary of the 25 January revolution, Abouel Fotouh said Egypt’s transition to democracy has not ended with the election of the new People’s Assembly.
Fulfilling the revolution’s goals will require a parliamentary consensus over those goals so the people can restore their sovereignty, he added.
The former Muslim Brotherhood leader called for building a democratic system based on a constitution, which he said should avoid concentrating power in the hands of rulers or blocking channels of political activity.
The new constitution should not create gender, religious or class discrimination among citizens, Abouel Fotouh said, adding that it should also end the politicization of the security apparatus.
According to a Constitutional Declaration issued by the ruling military council in March of last year, Parliament is supposed to be responsible for electing a 100-member panel to draft Egypt’s new constitution.
Abouel Fotouh urged Egyptians to participate in the protests scheduled for Wednesday to mark the anniversary of the beginning of the revolution last year. He said those protests should insist on achieving the revolution’s goals and fulfilling them no matter what sacrifices we have to make.
Many protesting Egyptians believe the ruling Supreme Council of the Armed Forces is not making a serious effort toward establishing a democratic system, and question its intention to hand over power to a civilian government despite pledging to transfer authority to an elected president by late June.
While some political groups have announced the will take part in the 25 January protests to celebrate the revolution, other said they will participate to demand the SCAF hand over power and achieve the revolution’s unfulfilled demands.
“This is too tight; loosen it a little. I pray
You give me some sack! Bring me last year’s apple,
If you can, or any new melon. A dozen cold oysters.
My children! My papers! My book, my unfinished book!
From my present sensations, I should say I was dying
—And I am glad of it. The world is bobbing around.
Do you know the Lord’s Prayer? Cover me.
Shut the door. Can’t see you any more.
I must go home. I am very forlorn at the present
Moment, and wish I was at Malvern.
Am I still alive? Do I drag my anchors?
So here it is at last, the distinguished thing!
Is this dying? Is this all? Is this
All that I feared, when I prayed against a hard death?
O! I can bear this! I can bear it!
Now I have finished with all earthly business
—High time, too. Yes, yes,
My dear child, now comes death.
Is it come already? Here, here is my end.
Wait a moment. Do you not hear the voices?
And the children’s are the loudest! The chariots
And horses! I do not know how this happened.
I can account for it in no way.
Watty! What is this? It is death.
They have deceived me. It has all been very interesting.
I should like to have a good spin down Regent Street.
Four o’clock? How strange! So that is Time!
Sing to me, if you have the heart. Draw
The curtain. Turn me over. Perhaps I may
Sleep a little. Cover me up warm,
Keep my utterance clear… I’m doing well.
Ah, Catherine, how beautiful you look.
Yes, love, yes. Oh! dear. Good-bye,
Harry. Good-night, Lushington. I wish
Johnny would come. Will you please turn
This way? I like to look at your face.
Already my foot is in the stirrup. Lift
Me up, lift me right up! Now farewell.
We are over the hill; we shall go better now.
I am coming, Katie! John, it will not
Be long. Supremely happy! Excellent!
My dearest, dearest Liz. We are all going;
We are all going; we are all going.
This is it, chaps. Take me home.
I believe, my son, I am going. That’s it.
Good-bye—drive on. Cut her loose, Doc.
I’m going, I’m going. At a gallop!
Clear the way. Good-bye, God bless you!
Good-bye, everybody. A general good-night.”—
Annie Dillard, “Deathbeds” (found poem using material from Edward S. Le Comte’sDictionary of Last Words, 1955) (Mornings Like This, HarperPerennial, 1995)
i hate doing things just to please people and i hate feeling bad for things you knew you had the right to do and i hate other people guilt tripping you and i hate not being able to do what i want because everyone wants me to do things for them and i hate that others will call you bitchy and selfish when all you want is just a moment to yourself to breathe and i hate how the world is not understanding and how i have to constantly explain myself to everyone when just telling them ‘no’ should be enough. i hate that everyone’s so on edge these days and they are all trying to piss each other off when what we really should be doing is just staying away from each other and giving each other space and time. and i hate how just a few months ago i was so sure that i was in love with someone and now i feel like i hate them. am i incapable of loving people? what the fuck’s wrong with me? i just don’t want to be around anyone anymore. everyone sucks. oh one more thing, i hate how some of you will read this and judge me. and since i already know it’s going to happen: go ahead, judge me all you want. hate me. call me an unappreciative bitch, whatever, i don’t care anymore.