Skip to main content

Rant: On voting in Egypt

Voting in the Egyptian Parliamentary elections has become a very complicated issue.

Beginning with about 50 parties, with daily additions and subtractions from the rolls, continuing with the three-month process of electing those parties to office across provinces, combined with continuing violence in Egyptian cities, at a lull now, result in an unstable mixture of emotion, politics. international concern and personal stories.

A clash of voices and jokes about teargas and mustard gas being used to subdue protesters, calls to boycott the elections, Egyptians abroad having to vote until Saturday getting notice of it today, Islamist losing in popularity, the appointment of a new Prime Minister by the Supreme Council of Armed Forces (or SCAF, for those tired of writing about them), the formation of a National Salvation Government.

We remember January as we take to the streets in Berlin, in more than one way. It's cold and our toes are freezing off as we stand in front of the Egyptian Embassy and run into familiar faces that represent the microcosm of the Egyptian Society Abroad, and some unexpected arrivals. As I arrive, a fight has broken out between two people, the causes of which, even though unclear, resulted in spitting on faces, an act that is very derogatory to say the least. Somehow an apology is promised and not delivered, which results in a near report to the police.

Apologies delivered the situation seems appeased. We find something out that evening: The doors of the Egyptian Embassy are open to those who ring.


A day later, OMRAS gets a reply from the Ambassador to a letter we sent to him about the rights of Egyptians abroad in these elections. In fact, after it came to light that a sizable number of the expat community wanted to vote in Berlin, the embassy opened its doors 24 hours to allow the largest possible amount to vote. Some confusion ensued over registration, why you had to state your address (again) and how to vote in a foreign constituency if you were not there at the time of the vote. By mail, it turns out.

After a demo on Saturday, in the cold in front of the Foreign Office, with about fifty other Egyptians, we find that the demographics of Tahrir can be recreated in Berlin. The liberals, those representing political Islam, the middle, the media-savvy youth were all present. From chants to testimonial videos, songs of bilady, jokes, some photographs. The Egyptian flag omnipresent on about 50 square metres of Berlin territory. The pain was palpable as the people screamed their hearts out. So was the unity for a cause that finally came to light that day.

As the wall of the German Foreign office is not supposed to be the recipient of those outcries, we recorded some video statements to be able to send them out and post them online. I'll post more about those as they come.
Here is the Arabic version of the video:
Meanwhile, the electionnaire is being used and used, hopefully helping some people with their indecision. As I write this, close to 90 000 persons have used it, proving that, if anything, it is a tool that has found an audience that appreciates it. Some minor improvements have gone online, hopefully aiding and simplifying the process.

As to the elections themselves, here is a link why Egyptians, wherever they are, should not boycott those elections. And here is one why you should.

They're happening tomorrow and from my point of view, there is no reason not to vote. I'm not going to go into the details of the should & should nots of this election as I cannot participate in it and thus am keeping my opinions to myself, unless asked directly.

Tomorrow will, once again, be a new day in Egypt.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Two minutes: Addiction is Life is Yellow.

Addiction is a much-maligned, muddy word. Until (ca.) the 18th century, it connoted tendency and drive, rather than (self-) affliction. Opium changed that- reportedly. 
Lives described as addiction: to the approval and company of peers, to power and its accumulation, to enjoyment and personal satisfaction (to some people, this may be suffering) and to basics such as air, food, water… and possibly even living. When framed this way, and defined in reference to this word, life suddenly becomes a selfish pursuit in which the living will do anything to get their fix, devoted addicts all. 
On that note: Marylin Manson - I Don't Like the Drugs, But the Drugs Like Me. 
Also: Addiction is apparently yellow. 

A grain of rice can save the world…

…with a bit of help from all its other grains of rice friends.
Not being able to do decent research into nutrition forced me to get a bit creative with this one. And do actual maths. Thanks to Ugur & Silke for their help in this.
Extra Info: this is what a single grain of rice looks like close up:

from AMagill on flickr
I wonder if a series of single grain infographics would be would be interesting?

Two minutes: Enemy of the tribe

There was, once upon a time, a small tribe that lived in a deep jungle. They were migrant farmers, traveling from cultivation spot to cultivation spot, depending on the season and their fancy. In their absence, these spots were often used by other tribes, with the understanding that they would set aside small amount of their harvest. This symbiosis benefited all involved, keeping the soil fresh and turned, providing sustenance for the inhabitants of the jungle 
Their traditions compelled them to hospitality and friendliness toward visitors- their words for strangers and visitors translated into "friends-who-are-not-yet-friends" and "visitors-and-we-are-their-friend". If they didn't like someone, they would become "Friend-that-is-not-talked-to", usually adding "until we talk again", implying that ire was temporary and a return to friendship imminent. 
One day, they were visited by a random anthropologist. Fascinated by the vocabulary their w…