Monday, May 29, 2017

Observations from my Life as a Coptic Female

I never actually liked to identify myself with my religion because I always felt it was a private matter for me.

Three months ago I was asked to give a talk about personal and professional development, as part of Sprint; a women’s development programme for undergraduates. The talk required me to give a brief about who I am and what I did throughout my life. I started thinking about what actually constructed me and what brought me to where I am today.

Two things I underestimated their effect on me came up as part of my talk: sexual harassment and religious persecution, which from now on I will call "genocide". I realized that I always chose to neglect these two factors that shaped a big part of my perseverance, persistence, suffering and mental health.

Daily labelling, insults, anxiety, threats, and discrimination are part of my life. Why I chose to neglect their effect on me is maybe because I wanted to show myself that I am strong enough and I can live my life normally. But neither was I strong enough nor could I live my life normally.

I am afraid to walk in the streets of any country that I go to, because of the societal construction of my personality as a Christian female in Egypt; a Coptic female. Originally, the word Coptic means Egyptian, but lately, it is used only to describe Christians in Egypt.

The Pharaonic Key of Life, and the Christian Cross

I am afraid if any man comes behind me, because this means that potentially he is going to put his hands on my body. The first time someone touched me, I was so young, maybe 11, and I was with my mom in a crowded area and I didn’t understand why his hand ended up so comfortably on my breasts. This never stopped, because when I was 23, someone managed to pass his hand so quickly between my buttocks and under a knee-length coat. Cars have stalked me, and different men have flashed their penises at me. I never feel safe. I used to carry a pepper-spray with me until I realized that if something happens, I never have the time to think to use it, nor the courage. I don’t know how to hurt a fly, let alone a human being.

Harassment for any female in Egypt is not a new story, but to me it consists of the “normal” sexual harassment, and the religious harassment, where men normally look at you and murmur some words because you are not wearing a veil, as if they have seen the devil. Of course, during the month of Ramadan, most of the females wear a veil, so you are clearly identified as a Christian in the street, and this increases the sort of religious harassment and staring people give you. This also happens away from Ramadan, on daily basis, some shop sellers would refuse to deal with you or treat you very badly, if they see you without a veil or wearing a cross.

I think I always hated being described as a “minority”. My family never immigrated to Egypt. We were all born here, and we speak the language. We might have different names but my mother’s name is the name of an Egyptian Pharaonic Goddess “Isis”, which has lately been defamed because of you-know-who terrorists. So, we belong to this land, that’s what I always felt, so why should I be labelled as a minority, and have to actually “ask” for my rights?

When I was 10 years old, I was the top student in my city, but my name was too “complicated” to be written on the top of the students’ list. The central examination board negotiated that they rearrange the students so they put a Muslim student at the top, even though we both had the same marks and my name starts with “A” in Arabic. They usually arranged the students who got equal marks according to the alphabet, but in that year, they decided to put the younger student first, because it was the only way to avoid a Christian being the top.

I have always felt scared for my family’s life. More than once, my father had rocks thrown at him or people spat on us while we rode the car. When we were young, our neighbours in the opposite building used to throw their garbage in our balcony, and gave me and my sister names whenever they saw us. My father always chose to greet them instead of never speaking to them. I think eventually he managed to win them through his kind treatment and love.

I went to a Christian school, so I felt I am not a minority because half the class was Christian. But this wasn’t the case at university, where people couldn’t even pronounce my name and usually made fun of it. They always asked me if I am a foreigner, and one TA made me lose marks, just because he didn’t like me.

I have always been scared to drink or eat during Ramadan fasting hours, I can’t, because people will keep staring at me and will stop me, possibly violently. But for young girls at church, it didn’t make sense when I told them not to eat outside the church after Sunday school, because most of them were fasting for the Mass. One time, a girl drank juice right in front of the church, I tried to stop her but I was probably late, because a man had already shouted and insulted her.

All the time, such situations made me feel I shouldn’t be shaken because I convinced myself that it was all because people were ignorant, not because there was something wrong with me. But the lack of safety, and bullying from a very young age have translated into deep feeling of rejection from the society as I grew up. Now, as Christians are being killed in groups by terrorists, I feel that I might die at any point. I don’t hate death, but I don’t want myself nor my family to suffer.

I realize also that it is not normal or healthy to live while anticipating death at any point. I also realize that writing these words hurts so much, as if I am standing naked to the world. But it is how my life is like, and how this society has shaped my personality to be like, even at the times when I am not in Egypt.

My anxiety is not formed of illusions in my brain, it is constructed by a society that never made me feel home. There is no safe home for me, and there will never be.

Friday, May 26, 2017

متى تسمح لي يا الله بألا أحب أعدائي؟ـ

المنيا - مايو 2017

عفوا يا الله...
فأنا تعبت من محبة أعدائي، سئمت الانكسار ولا أريد أن أحبهم مجددا، فأنا أحب الانسانية، وهي ما لا أراها فيهم.

عفوا فأنا لا أتذمر على الوصية[1]، وأنا بالفعل أحببتهم، لكن قد أرهق قلبي من أفعالهم، وحزنت نفسي حتى الموت[2]. محبتي لم تسكب جمر النار فوق رأسهم[3]، بل هم سكبوا نيران شرورهم على العالم فامتلأ من الدماء.

لذا، فأنا أكره الشر الذي ملأ قلوبهم، وأكره كراهيتهم للحب وللحياة. فماذا لي فيهم كي أحبهم؟

إذا كانوا عرفوك يوما بالطريقة التي أنت عرفت فيها بني البشر وأحببتهم، لكانوا أحبوا المحبة وكرهوا الشر، وكانت محبة الأعداء ستكون أسهل وقتها.

فمتى تسمح لي يا الله بألا أحب أعدائي؟ صارت المحبة ثقيلة على القلب، فهو مليء بالحزن الذي ملأ كل حجرات القلب فصار لا يتسع لمحبتهم، أو للحياة...

ألا ترانا وتسمعنا يا الله؟ أنا أتجرأ وأسألك متى تحطم دولة الشيطان[4]؟ لم لا تسمع لصراخ الدماء من الأرض[5]؟ متى تعود فتحيينا فيفرح بك كل شعبك[6]؟ شعبك هو كل إنسان يحب الانسانية والحياة والخير للجميع، فمتى تحدث المعجزة وترفع يد الشر عن كل "شعبك" هذا...

يا ليت رأسي ينبوع ماء فأبكي شر أعدائي[7]، وأبكي عدم اتساع قلبي على محبة الأشرار الذين رفضوا صورتك فيهم[8]...
ولكن يا الله، إن لم تسمح لي بألا أحب أعدائي، فهل تسمح وتجعل قلبي يتسع قليلا وعلمني أحبهم كما تريد أنت؟

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ليبيا - فبراير 2015

[1] (إنجيل متى 5: 44)  وأما أنا فأقول لكم: أحبوا أعداءكم. باركوا لاعنيكم. أحسنوا إلى مبغضيكم، وصلوا لأجل الذين يسيئون إليكم ويطردونكم

[2] (إنجيل متى 26: 38)  فقال لهم: نفسي حزينة جدا حتى الموت.

[3] (رسالة بولس الرسول إلى أهل رومية 12: 20) فإن جاع عدوك فأطعمه. وإن عطش فاسقه. لأنك إن فعلت هذا تجمع جمر نار على رأسه

[4] تدوينة كيف نحطم دولة الشيطان

[5] (سفرالتكوين 3: 10) فقال: ماذا فعلت؟ صوت دم أخيك صارخ إلي من الأرض.

[6] (سفر المزامير 85: 6) ألا تعود أنت فتحيينا، فيفرح بك شعبك؟

[7] (سفر إرميا 9: 1) يا ليت رأسي ماء، وعيني ينبوع دموع، فأبكي نهارا وليلا قتلى بنت شعبي.

[8]  (سفر التكوين 1: 26، 27)  وقال الله: نعمل الإنسان على صورتنا كشبهنا... فخلق الله الإنسان على صورته.  

Friday, May 5, 2017

Aaaand the Winner of the 3-Minute Thesis Competition is...

On 23rd of March 2017, I took part in the first ever 3-Minute Thesis (3MT) Competition held at Royal Holloway, for PhD students across different disciplines. We were a total of 7 PhD students, competing to explain our thesis in only three minutes to general audience, using one slide of powerpoint. Aaaand the Winner of the 3-Minute Thesis Competition is... ME!

Being as competitive as I have always been, I like competitions, A LOT! And now since I’m doing my PhD, I like academic competitions because they look nice on my portfolio, help me network, boost my self-confidence, and bring me some extra money as well :) Sometimes the money comes as a first motivator, but it’s fair (because we’re students!), isn’t it? :) 

This competition was first developed by the University of Queensland in Australia. It helps students unwrap their complex and specialist research into simple, yet not trivial, ideas that anyone can understand.

The 6 other colleagues who competed were all so competitive. I guess I was lucky that I won the first place among such a smart group of PhD researchers who were really doing amazing work. 

For me, it helped me make sure that a wider community, beyond academia, have the ability to understand and appreciate my research. I think this competition was a much needed boost of confidence to my PhD, which sometimes become a very tiring project, just like all the other PhDs in the world! Haha.. 

This photo is with the judging panel and Claire, from the Department of History, who won the second place.

This photo is with the judging panel and all of the students who competed in the competition. 

Photos are from RHUL’s students intranet website. 

[Blog Post for #RHUL] SoM Students at the Emerge Conference!

A blog post I wrote for Royal Holloway's School of Management Student Experience Blog, on the Emerge Conference 2016, to which I accompanied a group of the brightest undergraduate students from the School.

read the post here:

SoM Students at the Emerge Conference!

excerpts from the post:

On the 12th and 13th of November 2016, undergraduate students from the School of Management at the Royal Holloway attended the Emerge Conference at Oxford’s Saïd Business School.
The conference is mainly directed towards future or early career social entrepreneurs. This year, it was attended by international audience that consists of students, early career professionals, entrepreneurs, and representatives from different organizations, who all have one thing in common: passion for making the world a more responsible place, socially and environmentally.


We all enjoyed the conference’s content, interactions, and listening to novel ideas. The best part that was most inspirational to students was having lunch with the conference’s speakers, where they got a chance to talk, ask and discuss their ideas and get feedback. They were very enthusiastic, and seized the opportunity for learning and networking.
Overall, we are very proud that students at Royal Holloway have passion for making the world a better place. More importantly, we aim to encourage this passion by making inspirational events, like the Emerge Conference and others, part of the students’ learning experience.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

خمس نصايح للتعامل مع التحرش

 طبعا كل ستات مصر تقريبا عارفين التحرش وجربوه لمساً ولفظياً. كل يوم والتاني نلاقي بوست ازاي تعملي بخاخ شطة وازاي تدافعي عن نفسك من التحرش وازاي تلبسي وازاي تروحي وازاي تيجي. أنا شخصيا كتبت عن التحرش قبل كده كتير (هنا وغيره على السوشيال ميديا).

فأنا النهاردة مع خلاصة خبرتي (اللي زي الطين والقطران) مع التحرش قررت أدي المجتمع عصارة هذه الخبرة وأقولكم خمس نصايح تتعاملوا بيها مع التحرش.

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أول نصيحة اننا نبطل ننصح الستات. الستات مش هي اللي المفروض نتكلم معاها خالص في الموضوع ده. معلش لو كنتوا جيتوا هنا تقروا فاتخدعتوا ومالقيتوش الكلام التقليدي اللي متعودين عليه. الستات مالهاش دعوة بالليلة دي، المجتمع هو اللي مش بيتطبق فيه القانون كما يجب. المجتمع هو اللي قيمه مختلة والذكورية ناقحة على الذكور اللي فيه.

ثانيا: لما يحصل تحرش وواحدة تحكي عنه، ياريت نبطل نلومها أو نقولها ماتزعقيش أو ماتعمليش. ياريت رد فعلنا يكون فيه تعاطف محترم، واحتضان ولطف، ونبطل ندي نصايح لا تودي ولا تجيب. العقلانية مش بتصبر الستات على اللي احنا بنشوفه. يمكن لو حد ادانا حضن يكون أفضل. كمان الحل مش إن كل واحدة لازم يروحها البيت خطيبها ولا أخوها ولا أبوها ويمشي معاها في كل مكان، بالعكس، ده بيحسس الست انها مش قادرة تمارس حاجة طبيعية جدا زي المشي في الشارع، كأنك بتقول لواحد تعالى اوديك الحمام أعمللك بيبي. المشي في الشارع ماحصلش يبقى "حق من حقوق الانسان" لكنه حاجة طبيعية زي الدخول للحمام.

ثالثا: ياريت نتحمل الغضب بتاع الستات والبنات، احنا فعلا كتر خيرنا اننا قادرين نمشي في الشارع من غير ما نفقد عقلنا ونطلع مطاوي من كل حتة ف جسمنا أو نمشي زي بات وومان. الستات مش قادرة تتقبل جسمها ولا تبص حتى ف المراية بسبب المآسي اللي بوظت نفسياتنا، فياريت تستحملونا معلش، احنا كلنا عايزين علاج. 

رابعا: ياريت الذكور اللي قاعدين جنب متحرشين أو ماشيين جنبهم، أو متنيلين في الشارع بيعملوا أي حاجة، يبطلوا يتكلموا مع البنات ويقولولها بس ومابسش. مفيش حد مفروض "يبس" غير الكائن القذز اللي قرر يفرض نفسه على الست لفظيا أو جسديا أو حتى لو بمجرد النظر. طبعا الذكور الصامتين دول بيلعبوا دور اللي الفار بلع لسانه، بس السلبية أحسن شوية بسيطة من انكم تيجوا ع الست، لأن اللي بييجي ع الست فده مش بني آدم أصلا.

خامسا: اخصاء المتحرش. مفيش حل يا جماعة. اخصوهم ونخلص. والفكرة ان مش انا اول واحدة جيت بالفكرة العبقرية دي، لكن عايدة الكاشف قالتها قبل كده ع التلفزيون. الحل ده عبقري وهايجيب نتيجة لأنه بيعامل المتحرشين بنفس منطقهم، هما بيفكروا بنصهم التحتاني، واحنا هانعامل نصهم التحتاني كما يجب.

أخيرا.. أنا مش عايزة يتقاللي في الشارع يا عسل ولا يا مانجة ولا يا زفت ولا أي حاجة، ومش عايزة حد يلمسني، ومش عايزة حد يبرر ده، ولا يعقلن رد فعلي، ولا ينصحني. أنا عايزة المتحرشين يموتوا أو أنا أموت. والنصيحة اللي هاقولها للست هي انها تطلع اللي في دماغها وتنفس عن غضبها وتطرشه ع المجتمع، أهو يمكن حد يحس، أو يفهم.