For those who say people kill not gun, I would say what really kills is white privilege, not guns. We are living in a time, where a black kid could be shot by the police for holding a toy gun and young Muslims can be sent to life in prison for daring to think of a gun. At the same time, white folks are actually, buying and carrying, machine, and assault weapons, threatening and intimidating neighbors, teachers, friends and classmates under the watch eyes of our law enforcements, as in the latest shooting at Parkland High School in Florida. During the Summer of 2016, the Twin Cities watched the second biggest terrorism trial in America, lasting 17 days. Three young Somali men with ‘no history of violence’—which is actually the name of a new documentary by filmmaker Ellie Bernstein–were put on trial, and sentenced to a combined 95 years in prison for allegedly plotting to join ISIS although the three men pleaded not guilty. I attended some of the trial, where none of the jurors looked like peers of these young men. And question like “When you visited the mosque, did you recite jihad verses’ was asked of defendants.
Some people start their morning facing hard questions such as ‘what breakfast or coffee will I have?’ and ‘what shoe or shirt should I wear?’. Every morning however I wake up and ask myself, ‘who am I?’, ‘what identity am I wearing today?’. A time of anguish and doubt, an identity crisis in the making, my identity keeps on forming, evolving and regressing and is questioned every day.
When I left Egypt more than 30 years ago, I was a disgruntled, confused Egyptian, an Arab Muslim who was shopping around for a better life and better identity. Living 25 years of my life under a despotic dictatorship in Egypt, my personal identity was as a proud Egyptian; Arab or Muslim. That didn’t work well for me though, and defeat after defeat I left for America and escaped to a faraway place, a place that is as glamorous as their movies and seducing as their bottles of Coca-Cola.
A human being working for justice and freedom for all
انسان يبحث عن تحقيق الحريه والعداله للجميع
Role of Muslim brotherhood is complicated .. csme late and left early, someone may say.. but they were the backbone of the revolution,,, their role is discussed br an ex member of egyptian parliament under morsi.. Dr. Aldaedery..
This is the tale of my two twin nephews, Hassan and Hussein, who live in Cairo, Egypt. Five years ago during the military coup, Hassan, was detained by the police. Immediately, his twin, Hussein, began searching in earnest for ways to help in the release of his brother and to help his family, who suffer under both emotional and financial strain.
Five years ago, I started a “Let My Nephew Go” petition and campaign demanding Hassan’s release along with thousands of other young Egyptians who have been wrongly imprisoned by the military regime. Now, I’d like to support Hussein’s new venture.
What would you do if your innocent twin brother was wrongly sent to prison for 15 years? You’d start your own business. Just recently, Hussein opened a new small business–a “hole in the wall” with a cart theme serving two Egyptian street food staples–foul and falafel .
Hussein explained, “I want to channel my outrage in a positive way to help my family and brother. I’m starting my own business in honor of my brother.”