Showing posts with label #fate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #fate. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

I’m an urban boy. I love big cities with their fumy exhausts, historical monuments, rude people, wide wealth gaps, disgusting public transportation and chic restaurants. After the excruciating process of taking my IGCSE examinations this May in Cairo where the sirens and whistles are sometimes too loud for you to be able to think, I decided to visit my grandma in Alexandria which contrasts with Cairo the way New Jersey contrasts with New York.

After visiting the Bibliotheca Alexandrina, the Alexandria museum of Art and watching The Hangover 3 in a local cinema, I decided that what I was missing was yoghurt slush, a drink Alexandria is notoriously known for, on one of the rustic cafes located right by the Mediterranean. The experience was one of immense delightfulness as the scent of salt air surrounded me all over. When the waiter brought over the yoghurt slush, I said ‘merci’ instead of ‘shukran’ and expected a moment of awkwardness. Weirdly enough, I was treated to ‘De Rien’. One thing led to another and soon enough we were talking. The young waiter of twenty-something apparently spoke three languages, went to law school and ended up working as a waiter because he couldn’t find a job and the entry level salary for lawyers was less than that of a waiter.

As I walked home, I couldn’t help but wonder about the Egyptian social system. Law school graduates from my social class, which your average sociologist will define as upper middle class, graduate from college and are supported by their parents throughout until they reach that point in their lives when they are finally ready enough to support themselves. That got me thinking, has the caste system or income discrimination really been eliminated or are we merely living a more discreet form of it? Is success in the world truly based on personal achievement alone, or are the depths of our parents’ or our own pockets the real deciders of whether we shall make it or break it in our futures?

Unemployment rates, nationwide, may be on the rise but that isn’t stopping everyone who society defines as ‘rich’ or ‘classy’ from effortlessly landing jobs through family connections with the C.E.O. of a multinational company or the renowned dentist who plays golf with one’s father in the community club. Could this be the root cause of the slackness, laziness and plain failure that is the ubiquitous complaint in most of workplaces today?

To everyone’s misfortune, the issue doesn’t just affect the individual in question, but the other person who was worthy of the job but didn’t have enough contacts, and more importantly, the economy as a whole bending in his or her favor. This is what has lead to the failure of our society today.

Why don’t we treat everyone for the assets that they bring to society rather than for the surnames, since they’re such an obvious indication of where we come from? Isn’t that what made first world countries become what they are today? Sure, if we’re taking Egypt as an example, even though it is my understanding that issues of the sort occur elsewhere as well, a huge part of the reason that upper middle class individuals are picked over those of a lower social class is the fact that upper middle class individuals are actually higher educated, but isn’t that to blame on the dismal conditions of public education in most third world countries? It all goes back to corruption, which is an issue I’ll be addressing later this summer.

It is not an unheard of notion- you eliminate caste and society will become a better place. Survival of the fittest is how the world was meant to be, not survival of the richest!
-Adam Ashraf

Untouchability, a solemn critique of the now outlawed Indian caste system by prominent artist and former Dalit (or 'Untouchable') Savi Savarkar

Friday, 12 July 2013

Summer… it’s that amazing time of the year when we get to embrace the hobbies that we barely get to practice year-long, well at least, for people who are too lazy to get a job, like me. Earlier this week, as I got to reading The Phantom of the Opera for the third time around, my father pulled a little intervention on me to force me out of my profound introversion. We ended up visiting my great-aunt, a Turk of sixty-something who was born and raised in Egypt and has come to know me as the toddler she babysat fifteen years ago when my parents went out on date night.

A long conversation with her got me pondering about choices, opportunities and determination. The result is this article. As a celebration of ‘Show, don't tell’, here is her story in her own words.

“I was born in 1951 on the outskirts of Cairo to a rich family, a family of circus performers.  My father was a clown; my mother used to hang on the aerial trapeze, my uncle was a juggler and grandpa was the ring master. We were rich, but lacked intellect. Many members of the family were illiterate. Cursing, abandoning kids for careers and more was common within us. Our family was the sort who had it all easy. I never fit in the scene. I always felt like I was on the fringe and a feeling of self-hatred built up within me. When I hit puberty, a time at which we start getting trained for a life in the circus, our family was shocked to find how clumsy I was. I lacked acrobatic skills and I could barely jump the rope. I suppose it had something to do with the fact that I was subconsciously unwilling.

Being the disappointment that my father saw in me, I was sent to live with a distant aunt who didn’t engage in the family business. Until this point, I had received not just enough education to make me functionally illiterate, but my craving for intellect was strong. That didn’t change the fact that I was destined for illiteracy. I there met her homeschooled son, who was my age too. Since my father never paid my aunt to hire me a tutor, I didn’t have the opportunity to share his but the first day I saw a tutor walk in, I saw an opportunity so I listened at the door.

Over the next couple of weeks, I saved my dismal allowance to buy books that would prepare me for the checkpoint examination done in sixth grade, through which I could go to high school. Back then, attending school up to sixth grade wasn’t required to take the checkpoint examination. I would listen at the door to the tutor everyday and spend all night studying. I ended up passing the test with a higher score then the boy who had all the opportunity in the world.

I finished high school and went to Law School; back then higher education was free. I graduated and worked for the government until I retired two years ago after getting my Masters and climbing the career ladder up to the position of undersecretary.”



Source: Unknown

After listening to this, I was struck. I couldn’t help but wonder, where would this woman be had she had my share of luck growing up in a decent society, studying in a lavish school where my biggest worry was whether I can afford an iPad soon? It got me to look at life from a new perspective. Shouldn’t I prove to the world that I deserve the lifestyle I was blessed with?

This story will definitely remain with me for life as it stands as a beacon of hope when hope is shattered and represents a quote I have always cherished, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”. So the next time you think your upcoming SAT, sports game or interview, will be challenging, think of her, then think again!

-Adam Ashraf

Catch more of Adam's random, insightful ramblings on his column 'Adam's Ecstasy'. You may also write back your thoughts and reflections directly to him at adamashraf97@hotmail.com.

Saturday, 23 March 2013


Death smiles upon the barren and the lost, 

Death pries on the souls of the hopeless. 

Death waits upon those who appreciate, 

Who realise the truth of fate. 



With grief, walk the souls, 

With anguish, they swim, 

Across the Lake of the Death 

They burn, within. 



Above, there lies, 

The sea of cold, 

Where even the most lustrous hearts 

Fail to glow. 



Below the flowing basaltic lava 

Below the wails of the dead 

is a place like none other 

is the place for those who dread 

The Truth, the Reality : Death!

-Asma Sohail

Aspiring Neurologist. Book Freak, Cat Lover.

PS- Lacus Mortis refers to "the lake of death, one of the many 'lakes' found on the moon", says Asma.