Growth

Change is difficult.  Change creates growth.  I question why I moved to Egypt...what exactly I am doing here.  I am questioned daily on my decision to leave the incredible place I was living.  And it pushes me to think about my life, who I am, and why I make the decisions I do.

For me it was time to understand who I am more.  To connect with the Egyptian in me.  So much of my home life I didn't understand growing up in the States.  And here I am discovering where certain traits of my personality have developed.  I have noticed that many ways in which I act are Egyptian.

In the States, I am asked where the origin of my name is from.  And I am identified as an Arab.  In Egypt, people are confused to hear my name, in disbelief that I could be an Egyptian.  People stare at my face and say it isn't possible.  But alas, it is.

So I have begun to tell people I am Amani.  I am not one nor the other, and it is not necessary to figure me out.  I feel very lucky to be who I am, to have been born where I was born, to have been raised how I was raised.  I am happy to be Amani.

And along this journey I have begun, I have encountered many "like" me.  And shared experiences of confusion, displacement, difference, and pride.  And it is with these feelings, and these connections, that I feel growth.  Growth in understanding myself, where I have come from, where I am, and that there is absolutely no need to be a specific part of anything.  

It Truly is About Time - Educational Injustice Worldwide

It is About Time that the people stand up against all the injustices in the world!  It is an incredible moment to be alive, and to witness the voices of the people.  It is so difficult to continue daily with positivity and hope, with all the inequality and abuse surrounding.

I have been opened to the public education system here in Egypt.  I cannot explain how horrific it is!  Just as in the US, it's all about the dollar, and in this case, the pound.

Just to educate you...there are three tiers of schools here; private, national, and public.  In the private sector, children pay 24,000 pounds (the one i visited) a year.  Think of it like 24,000 dollars a year, which is what parents pay for private schools in the US, at least in San Francisco they do.  A teacher salary is 3000 pounds a month.  These classrooms consist of 20 students, and can have as many as 2 assistant teachers.  They also have a music, PE, and art teacher.

Then you move to the National Schools.  Within these schools, students are paying 7000 pounds a year.  Teachers make 400 pounds a month (to give you perspective - i pay 1250 pounds a month in rent for my half of a 2 bedroom apartment/10eggs, 10 slices of cheese, 9 pack of yoghurt, 10 pieces of bread, few cans of tuna, couple of cans of fool, some veggies = 100 pounds, which my sister and i finish in a a weeks time - no fat jokes please; always gotta have a sense of humor:)).  Teachers actually bribe parents for proper grades, and tutor students after school, in order to make enough money for survival.  Their classrooms consist of 45 to 60 students, with one teacher.  There is no music, art, or PE teacher.  The teachers walk around with rulers, hit the children, and are maintaining "crowd control."  There have been many cases of child abuse in classrooms, as well as actual killings of children due to teacher violence.

And the public school, which I have little information about, and cannot seem to get into.  I am still working on that.  I can only imagine what goes on behind those closed doors, as this is a FREE institution provided for our PUBLIC!

Talk about social injustice.  This is absolutely unacceptable!!!  Our priorities are absolutely skewed and utterly awful.  Why do we pay an actor millions of dollars, fund soldiers to die, and continue wars of corruption?  At what point do people stop thinking about themselves and realize that everyone around them is human, has a heart, has a pulse, has emotion, exists?

I know that there are so many incredible people out there.  Honest, giving, hard working, dedicated to make change!  I choose to see those people, and to surround myself with those people, and to continue having hope for our present, and for our future.  Keep spreading the word, plugging away, and holding your head up!:  What you do is appreciated:)

  

October 9th, 2011

Anger, sadness, stress, fear, disgust, confusion, loneliness...everything i am feeling.


last night, on the way home from work, i witnessed the fighting that erupted during a peaceful coptic protest.  the streets were completely chaotic.  i was over in zamaleck working, and needed to take a cab home in order to get back downtown.  i was refused by several drivers before finding someone who was willing to take what would be a ride that will forever be imbedded in my memory.


the route to arrive to my destination was the very bridge that violence was occurring on; 6 of October Bridge.  I suggested to the cab driver to take an alternate bridge further down the road, but he insisted that everything was ok and he would get us home safe.


as we approached the bridge, cars were being turned away by civilians, insisting they not head up the ramp.  my cabbie decided that it was best to head over to the off ramp, and head against traffic.  many cars followed.  together we drove head on towards trucks and cars, swerving in and out, until we reached a surprisingly smooth flowing stream of traffic.


the cab driver looked at me in his mirror and asked, "is that good? are you ok?"  "yes," i said.  "i have an egyptian father who has been driving like that my entire life.  i used to think he was crazy, but now i realize that it is just the way egyptians drive."  we both had a nice laugh.


as we rode along the bridge, people were stopped everywhere, standing and staring below.  we pulled over and stared down at hundreds of people throwing rocks and bottles at one another.  "do you smell that?" my cabbie held his hand over his nose. i inhaled. i felt a strong sting in my nose, and immediately realized it was tear gas.  people around us began to run down to underneath the bridge, and it was at this point that my cabbie and i looked at each other and decided it was best to go.


we drove through more chaos, trying to turn down roads to reach my home that were blocked by civilians telling us to find an alternate route.  it became obvious that he would be incapable of getting me to my doorstep, so i thanked him dearly for caring for me and asked me to drop me off in a square a few blocks from my home.


i exited the cab, and began walking down streets of absolute chaos.  people were driving madly, reversing down roads against traffic, making uturns in the middle of streets, running, yelling.  the tension in the air was indescribable.  i decided to take alternate streets home to avoid the masses, and to my surprise, found absolute calmness right around the corner.  my entire walk home felt like another world.  there were people sitting in coffee shops, laughing, chatting, as if not to realize what was occurring blocks away.


so what led up to this...on September 30th, St. Georges Church in the village of Al Marinab of the province of Edfu, located in upper Egypt, (http://www.copticworld.org/articles/373/) was attacked and burned by a group of fanatic muslims.  Following the attack,  "Aswan Governor Mostafa al-Sayed appeared on television...and said that the custodians of the St. George Church were just as much at fault as their attackers because they had broken building regulations by constructing a dome more than four meters tall." (http://www.almasryalyoum.com/en/node/501407) 


And so, after these comments by Sayed, the Coptic Christian population was rightfully enraged, and believed that Sayed should resign immediately as Governor for condoning violence, and the people responsible for the burning of the church should be brought to justice.  This led to the peaceful protest of Coptic Christians yesterday; October 9th, 2011.  It is said that as the protesters marched toward the state television building, where they regularly protest, they were attacked by unknown assailants throwing rocks, bottles, and firing pellets (http://www.globalpost.com/dispatches/globalpost-blogs/the-casbah/egypt-2-dead-after-violent-clashes-cairo).


http://www.arabawy.org/2011/10/09/army-and-police-massacre-protesters-at-maspero/


http://aljazeera.com/news/middleeast/2011/10/2011109155853144870.html


It is strongly believed that those behind the attack were hired by the military, SCAF members (supreme council of armed forces, a group of 17 military officials headed by the "acting president" Tantawi), and extremists.  


And from these attacks, 24 people are confirmed dead and over a hundred injured.  These numbers are rising...

Settling In

For the past two weeks, I have been settling in.  I really can't believe so much has happened in such a short period of time.  I have already begun working; I am currently tutoring 2 students that both go to American schools.  They are Egyptian born, but both speak perfect English.  One is a 14 year old boy who I am tutoring Algebra and Chemistry to.  The other is an 11 year old girl who I am tutoring English and Math. So these two gigs for now are supplementing my income as I begin to do the volunteer work and projects I hope to do while I am here.

It turns out that the mother of my 14 year old student is the principal at a private American School here.  That is some luck!!!  In the times that I have come to her home, I have been able to discuss projects I am interested in doing here in Cairo in the school system and orphanages.  I introduced her to Khan Academy, which if you haven't checked out, you must (khanacademy.org)!  She is thrilled about it.  I discussed doing a pilot program in her school as a way to begin my own practice of using this tool in the classroom, and then bringing it into the orphanages in Cairo (teachaclass.org).

I have also discussed with her the possibility of doing some sort of exchange with the students from the US and the the Egyptian students in her school.  Maybe penpals, emails, skype dates, not sure just yet, but working on it.  I want the students in the US to understand that Egyptians don't ride on camels to school, and for Egyptian students to understand that Americans aren't rolling around in money.  For some reason I have the perception that this is how these students feel.  I don't know if that is true.  I guess we need to ask them!

I have also discussed with her if the school has done any work with the children on the uprising and current revolution.  If they have had discussions to see how they are feeling, how it has affected them?  She says they have not.  I think that it is imperative we reach out to these kids and discuss with them how they see what is going on, and document it.

I have visited the low-income area here that my sister works at, Artellewa.  The artist in residency that she co-runs (with Hamdy) used to have an art workshop for children to voluntarily come to on Fridays (these children do not have art in their schools).  It hasn't been happening, so i am really excited to say that I will be running this workshop now.  I will be finding artists in Egypt to run workshops for children who wouldn't otherwise have this available to them.

My sister, Hamdy, and I discussed bringing the American school children together with the students in Artellewa to do a joint art project.  These children live only miles from one another and they most likely will never cross paths due to their economic statuses.  I have thought about them doing an art project reflective of their experiences in the revolution.  Maybe a mural!  I have also discussed this with the principal, and she is excited about this idea!

Today, Hamdy and I will be visiting an NGO, "Women in Society."  This NGO has been working to get into the public school system here in Egypt; specifically in all girls schools in Artellewa.  Our goal today is to find out information of how to enter these schools and the challenges that come along with it.  I want to bring art into these schools because unfortunately it isn't offered, and art workshops that Artellewa used to offer, the girls have stopped coming to (a main reason is that parents do not want their maturing girls to socialize with boys).  So let's bring it to them!!!

So in the "time" I have been here, this is what I have been up to.  I would love suggestions, brainstormings, feedback on my ideas!!! Please, the more thoughts flowing, the better these projects can become.