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Abdo Saleh ,
Abdou Abdel-Moneim Jaafar ,
Ahmad Mohamed Mahmoud ,
Ahmed Ahab Mohamed Fouad Abbas ,
Ahmed Basuney ,
Ahmed Hashim al-Sayyed ,
Ali Gawdat Hasan ,
Ali Hassan ,
Ali  Mahran ,
Amr Gharib ,
Anwar fat7y,
Ayman Ali,
Eslam Ra'fat,
Eslam Rashad,
Ghareeb El-Sayed,
Gharib Abdul-Aziz Abdul-Lateef,
Hamada Labib,
Hussien Taha,
Ibrahim Abdel-Satar,
Islam Bakir,
Islam Mustafa,
Karim Ahmed Ragab,
Mahmoud Maher,
Mahmoud Said Hedya,
Mansour Abd El Latif,
Medhat Tahar,
Mohamed (last name unknown),
Mohamed Abd El Tawab Saleh,
Mohamed Abdel- Monem Hussien,
Mohamed Abo Bakr,
Mohamed Ali Eid Abdel Megeed,
Mohamed Atef,
Mohamed Ebrahim,
Mohamed Mahrous,
Mohamed Metwaly,
Mohamed Zaky Ahmed,
Mohammed Ashour ‬Sorour,
Mohammed Farouk Hassan,
Mohammed Hossam El Din,
Mostafa Ragab Abdel Fattah,
Muhamed Emad Hussien Muhamed Farag,
Muhamed Gamal Salim,
Mustafa El-Sawi,
Mustafa Mahmoud Abdul-Fattah,
Nasr Mahroos,
Nijat Gojayev,
Saif-Allah Mustafa,
Sally Magdy Zahran,
Sherif Hammad,
Sulaiman Saber Ali Muhammadein,
Tarek Ossama Nour,
Yasser Shoieb



Zijn de bevestigde slachtoffers van een oude gek die wanhopig vastklampt aan wat er nog rest van zijn macht. Een oude gek die in het zadel gehouden is door de regeringen van de zogeheten 'beschaafde westerse wereld'. Uiteindelijk draait alles om macht, de grip van het westen op het Midden-Oosten. Het interesseert mij niet hoeveel sterke woorden Mark Rutte, Obama, Mrs Clinton of de opper Aap van de VN verder nog te spreken hebben. Dit is de lijst van martelaren die hun leven gegeven hebben voor iets waar zij in geloofden. De complete lijst inclusief bronvermelding kan je hier vinden.


Sandmonkey : another hero


Iedere revolutie kent zijn helden, de meeste anoniem. In Egypte zijn er misschien wel tienduizenden, sommigen met gezicht, sommigen met alleen een naam.

Sandmonkey is er daar 1 van. Een jonge Egyptenaar die de onderdrukking, de armoede, de uitzichtloosheid en de ellende van het dagelijks leven zat is, en die bereid is om zijn leven in de waagschaal te leggen terwijl hij doet waar hij in gelooft. Hij is een van de meest opvallende twitteraars en bloggers van de afgelopen week, mede door zijn uitstekende beheersing van de engelse taal en zijn goed geschreven artikelen en updates.Vanmiddag is hij opgepakt, in elkaar geslagen, zijn spullen vernielt. Na uren te zijn vastgehouden is hij inmiddels (godzijdank) weer opgedoken, sommige van zijn vrienden waren helaas niet zo gelukkig..


Een blog van de frontlinie :

Thursday, 3 Feb 2011

Egypt, right now!

I don't know how to start writing this. I have been battling fatigue for not sleeping properly for the past 10 days, moving from one's friend house to another friend's house, almost never spending a night in my home, facing a very well funded and well organized ruthless regime that views me as nothing but an annoying bug that its time to squash will come. The situation here is bleak to say the least.

It didn't start out that way. On Tuesday Jan 25 it all started peacefully, and against all odds, we succeeded to gather hundreds of thousands and get them into Tahrir Square, despite being attacked by Anti-Riot Police who are using sticks, tear gas and rubber bullets against us. We managed to break all of their barricades and situated ourselves in Tahrir. The government responded by shutting down all cell communication in Tahrir square, a move which purpose was understood later when after midnight they went in with all of their might and attacked the protesters and evacuated the Square. The next day we were back at it again, and the day after. Then came Friday and we braved their communication blackout, their thugs, their tear gas and their bullets and we retook the square. We have been fighting to keep it ever since.

That night the government announced a military curfew, which kept getting shorter by the day, until it became from 8 am to 3 pm. People couldn't go to work, gas was running out quickly and so were essential goods and money, since the banks were not allowed to operate and people were not able to collect their salary. The internet continued to be blocked, which affected all businesses in Egypt and will cause an economic meltdown the moment they allow the banks to operate again. We were being collectively punished for daring to say that we deserve democracy and rights, and to keep it up, they withdrew the police, and then sent them out dressed as civilians to terrorize our neighborhoods. I was shot at twice that day, one of which with a semi-automatic by a dude in a car that we the people took joy in pummeling. The government announced that all prisons were breached, and that the prisoners somehow managed to get weapons and do nothing but randomly attack people. One day we had organized thugs in uniforms firing at us and the next day they disappeared and were replaced by organized thugs without uniforms firing at us. Somehow the people never made the connection.

Despite it all, we braved it. We believed we are doing what's right and were encouraged by all those around us who couldn't believe what was happening to their country. What he did galvanized the people, and on Tuesday, despite shutting down all major roads leading into Cairo, we managed to get over 2 million protesters in Cairo alone and 3 million all over Egypt to come out and demand Mubarak's departure. Those are people who stood up to the regime's ruthlessness and anger and declared that they were free, and were refusing to live in the Mubarak dictatorship for one more day. That night, he showed up on TV, and gave a very emotional speech about how he intends to step down at the end of his term and how he wants to die in Egypt, the country he loved and served. To me, and to everyone else at the protests this wasn't nearly enough, for we wanted him gone now. Others started asking that we give him a chance, and that change takes time and other such poppycock. Hell, some people and family members cried when they saw his speech. People felt sorry for him for failing to be our dictator for the rest of his life and inheriting us to his Son. It was an amalgam of Stockholm syndrome coupled with slave mentality in a malevolent combination that we never saw before. And the Regime capitalized on it today. Today, they brought back the internet, and started having people calling on TV and writing on facebook on how they support Mubarak and his call for stability and peacefull change in 8 months. They hung on to the words of the newly appointed government would never harm the protesters, whom they believe to be good patriotic youth who have a few bad apples amongst them. We started getting calls asking people to stop protesting because "we got what we wanted" and "we need the country to start working again". People were complaining that they miss their lives. That they miss going out at night, and ordering Home Delivery. That they need us to stop so they can resume whatever existence they had before all of this. All was forgiven, the past week never happened and it's time for Unity under Mubarak's rule right now.

To all of those people I say: NEVER! I am sorry that your lives and businesses are disrupted, but this wasn't caused by the Protesters. The Protesters aren't the ones who shut down the internet that has paralyzed your businesses and banks: The government did. The Protesters weren't the ones who initiated the military curfew that limited your movement and allowed goods to disappear off market shelves and gas to disappear: The government did. The Protesters weren't the ones who ordered the police to withdraw and claimed the prisons were breached and unleashed thugs that terrorized your neighborhoods: The government did. The same government that you wish to give a second chance to, as if 30 years of dictatorship and utter failure in every sector of government wasn't enough for you. The Slaves were ready to forgive their master, and blame his cruelty on those who dared to defy him in order to ensure a better Egypt for all of its citizens and their children. After all, he gave us his word, and it's not like he ever broke his promises for reform before or anything.

Then Mubarak made his move and showed them what useful idiots they all were.

You watched on TV as "Pro-Mubarak Protesters" â.. thugs who were paid money by NDP members by admission of High NDP officials- started attacking the peaceful unarmed protesters in Tahrir square. They attacked them with sticks, threw stones at them, brought in men riding horses and camels- in what must be the most surreal scene ever shown on TV- and carrying whips to beat up the protesters. And then the Bullets started getting fired and Molotov cocktails started getting thrown at the Anti-Mubarak Protesters as the Army standing idly by, allowing it all to happen and not doing anything about it. Dozens were killed, hundreds injured, and there was no help sent by ambulances. The Police never showed up to stop those attacking because the ones who were captured by the Anti-mubarak people had police ID's on them. They were the police and they were there to shoot and kill people and even tried to set the Egyptian Museum on Fire. The Aim was clear: Use the clashes as pretext to ban such demonstrations under pretexts of concern for public safety and order, and to prevent disunity amongst the people of Egypt. But their plans ultimately failed, by those resilient brave souls who wouldn't give up the ground they freed of Egypt, no matter how many live bullets or firebombs were hurled at them. They know, like we all do, that this regime no longer cares to put on a moderate mask. That they have shown their true nature. That Mubarak will never step down, and that he would rather burn Egypt to the ground than even contemplate that possibility.

In the meantime, State-owned and affiliated TV channels were showing coverage of Peaceful Mubarak Protests all over Egypt and showing recorded footage of Tahrir Square protest from the night before and claiming it's the situation there at the moment. Hundreds of calls by public figures and actors started calling the channels saying that they are with Mubarak, and that he is our Father and we should support him on the road to democracy. A veiled girl with a blurred face went on Mehwer TV claiming to have received funding by Americans to go to the US and took courses on how to bring down the Egyptian government through protests which were taught by Jews. She claimed that AlJazeera is lying, and that the only people in Tahrir square now were Muslim Brotherhood and Hamas. State TV started issuing statements on how the people arrested Israelis all over Cairo engaged in creating mayhem and causing chaos. For those of you who are counting this is an American-Israeli-Qatari-Muslim Brotherhood-Iranian-Hamas conspiracy. Imagine that. And MANY PEOPLE BOUGHT IT. I recall telling a friend of mine that the only good thing about what happened today was that it made clear to us who were the idiots amongst our friends. Now we know.

Now, just in case this isn't clear: This protest is not one made or sustained by the Muslim Brotherhood, it's one that had people from all social classes and religious background in Egypt. The Muslim Brotherhood only showed up on Tuesday, and even then they were not the majority of people there by a long shot. We tolerated them there since we won't say no to fellow Egyptians who wanted to stand with us, but neither the Muslims Brotherhood not any of the Opposition leaders have the ability to turn out one tenth of the numbers of Protesters that were in Tahrir on Tuesday. This is a revolution without leaders. Three Million individuals choosing hope instead of fear and braving death on hourly basis to keep their dream of freedom alive. Imagine that.

The End is near. I have no illusions about this regime or its leader, and how he will pluck us and hunt us down one by one till we are over and done with and 8 months from now will pay people to stage fake protests urging him not to leave power, and he will stay "because he has to acquiesce to the voice of the people". This is a losing battle and they have all the weapons, but we will continue fighting until we can't. I am heading to Tahrir right now with supplies for the hundreds injured, knowing that today the attacks will intensify, because they can't allow us to stay there come Friday, which is supposed to be the game changer. We are bringing everybody out, and we will refuse to be anything else than peaceful. If you are in Egypt, I am calling on all of you to head down to Tahrir today and Friday. It is imperative to show them that the battle for the soul of Egypt isn't over and done with. I am calling you to bring your friends, to bring medical supplies, to go and see what Mubarak's gurantees look like in real life. Egypt needs you. Be Heroes.

Thursday, 27 Jan 2011


Follow me there:!/Sandmonkey

All the updates are there!

..Stiekem toch wel

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.








Stood here
At the edge of the world, dear
Three wishes for you
As the tide turns

Salt water
Meets with the skies, dear
Meets with your eyes my dear
As the day dies

I’ve seen this trick before
Watch the waves write your name
On the shore

And hold your breath
There’s still time left
Come on hold your breath
Swim with me further from the shore
Swim with me ‘til I can swim no more

She strikes up American Spirit
And a conversation about nothing
Says I’ve burned all colour and flame from
This hard ambition that once held me
But I feel love’s season shift
This heat has lost it’s grip on us

And hold your breath
There’s still time left
Come on hold your breath
Swim with me further from the shore
Swim with me ‘til I can swim no more

And I know what you won’t say
For all this stolen time
Someone pays

Hold your breath
There’s still time left
Come on hold your breath
Swim with me further from the shore
Swim with me ‘til I can swim no more


Tom Mcrae - American Spirit



"We will not be silenced, whether you're a Christian,

whether you're a Muslim, whether you're an atheist,

you will demand your goddamn rights,

and we will have our rights,

one way or the other!

We will never be silenced!"



Het blijft fantastisch om te horen hoe kinderen de meest compexe situaties van alle franje kunnen ontdoen en weten terug te brengen tot de pure essentie van de onderliggende kwestie, zonet op Radio 1 echt een schoolvoorbeeld!

Verslaggever staat bij de Egyptische ambassade in NL, en vraagt aan een aantal demonstranten waarom ze er staan. Achtereen volgens een oudere man ('tirannie') , een studente (bevlogen, idealistisch  verhaal) en een jongetje van een jaar of vijf.

Verslaggever: " En waarom sta jij hier vandaag?"


Jongetje : " Omdat Mubarak stom is!"


Mijn dag kan niet meer stuk :)


Beeld van de dag :






If I walk down this hallway, tonight,
It's too quiet,
So I Pad through the dark
and call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
and let your house ring
til I wake you ghost.
Let him walk down your hallway
it's not this quiet
slide down your receiver
sprint across the wire
follow my number
slide into my hand.

It's the blaze across my nightgown
it's the phone's ring.

I think last night
you were driving circles around me.

I can't drink this coffee
til I put you in my closet
let him shoot me down
let him call me off
I take it from his whisper
you're not that tough.

Kristen Hersh & Michael Stipe - your Ghost



“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”

   Leo F. Buscaglia


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