A Not So Turkish Life

Ice-cream, toes & revolutionary vibes

Do you ever have one of those days, after one of those nights, when everything you feared, everything you still fear feels so very very far away so as not to seem particularly relevant that day?

Last nights panic and the subsequent interupted sleep almost led me to give up on today. Really truly, when I crawled back between the sheets after morning prayers, there was nothing more tempting that giving up on my plans and staying hidden all day. Thankfully, a combination of noisy neighbours (or rather, be fair Mrs T, creaky floorboards), and a baby sitting firmly on my bladder persuaded me to stick to my schedule & brought no end of lovely surprises… breakfast with hubby overlooking the Bosphorus (how many more spontaneous breakfasts will we have, just the two of us?), the discovery of a wonderful “everything” shop and the purchase of lovely (and cheap!) salad dressing bottles; finding the largest selection of natural oils and being able to choose a variety of scents (we swapped detergent for EcoBalls a while ago – check it out, they’re awesome!), a wonderful long lazy afternoon bath & the realization that I can no longer reach my toes! I indulged in a half-tub of Cheeky Monkey Ben&Jerry’s (it’s banana, people – healthy!) and took some very deep breaths. yeah, today was a good day, and for the first time I understood what people say about Mums-to-be taking time for them.

The crowing jewel to the day looks set to come from Egypt to Tarabya via Twitter and the TV screen. I have never felt prouder to be witnessing a movement than I am right now. Over the past 14/15 days, I’ve had the privilege of witnessing scenes that couldn’t have been filmed. Thousands upon thousands of Egyptians, from all walks of life gathering together to unite against tyranny, Christians forming handholding circles to protect Muslims at prayer, the sharing of food and drink with strangers, an entire country (so it seems) united against one cause, seeking one In Tahir Square tonight, protesters await the televised words of Hosni Mubarak, expected to step down and hand Egypt back to the people. It’s a festival scene in the square, it’s the epitome of the good that can come from people putting aside difference in class and religion to unite for a joint cause, of citizens joining hands to build and strengthen their nation, of young, old, rich and poor being equal. I pray the Egyptian people will tonight see the first step towards their dream of a democratic Egypt. I pray that the repercussions of ordinary people rising above dictatorship, oppression and tyranny will reverberate throughout the Middle East and we see change for the better in many other countries. And also, I hope that we, those outside Egypt, those who have been indirectly affected by the revolutionary spirit of the brave unrelenting Egyptians will remember the scenes we’ve witnessed, and will take on board the lessons that have shone through so strongly: We are all equal in the eyes of God, and in the hands of each other.

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This entry was published on 02/10/2011 at 17:56. It’s filed under Externalise, Life and Faith and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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