Today’s Youth and What Happens Next in MaSr


I think you’ re genuinely getting old when you start complaining about kids today and with ‘kids’ I don’t mean teenagers’. I mean that lot that is about to graduate from uni. I’m telling you, they don’t know how to party. The lot I hang out with are good students and good kids in the sense that they’re (almost) always in class, they don’t or barely drink or use other intoxicating means and they make sure they have their beauty sleep. Still they can’t stop complaining about how tired they are. What happened?! Back in the days you went to (drama)school you finished at 5-ish, you chilled, you went to the Lowlands equivalent of the pub, a cultural event or you went to work. You finished work or your (cultural) activity between 1 and 3 in the morning, depending on the evening, you enjoyed a(nother) drink or two, went home, faffed about, slept a bit and woke up a few hours later to go to school. Were you tired? Hell yes. Did you complain? Tab3an, of course, but you didn’t party any less. Today’s kids are good kids, bless them, but in my opinion they should whine less and party more. Or I might just be getting old…

Egypt is a funny country. Like every nation in the Third World there are a lot of problems and as you have noticed we foreigners do a lot of whining. In general Egyptians don’t like to hear bad things about there country. I guess no one likes non-natives dissing their country, but in Egypt’s case this is rather ironic since the country is not in a particularly good state. I wonder if this proud-to -be -an-Egyptian attitude is denial or just plane ignorance. The other day we had a discussion in class that lead to Egypts current economic, cultural, social and political state. My teacher, who is highly intelligent, passionate about Arabic language and culture, the kindest person you’ll ever meet and a native from Alex, explained to us how horrible upset she was with Egypt’s current state. A country with such a cultural heritage and especially Alexandria, which used to be a city of legends, a centre of science, art and culture, seems to be ruled by a government that doesn’t care about its people or is remotely interested in living up to its legendary past. It is easy for us to say with our ethnocentric perspective. It is certainly a different matter if this is your country and you’re trying to raise your children in a state that’s going to the dogs.

Egypt; either simpletons with little education who don’t know a lot about the outside world; All black people (who don’t look Egyptian) are either from the Sudan or America, all westerners are horribly rich and corrupted and women should not have much higher aspirations than being a wife and mother and matron of the household. Or upper-middle class kids and grown ups, who behave like would-be Europeans and look down on commoners, have several houses spread out across the country and get their way- what ever it may be- because of their connections and their financial power. Egypt, like anything in life, is not just black and white. Dividing Egypt in these tones is complicated enough for my simple mind brought up in a culture where the principle of equality and levelling is present in almost every aspect of society. Adding bits of grey just goes beyond my comprehension. That would probably take me another academic year if not a lifetime.


About Lemba

Non-conformist Writing Soul and Language Geek from the Lowlands with a South London accent, currently living a nomadic, location- independent lifestyle. While executing the Big Fat Writing Plan I’m invading cyberspace with my views on 'expat living', travel and other lifestyle choices, current affairs and other randomness. Welcome to the Dark Fairy Zone.

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