The Pathetic Trainer

It’s been almost six months since I started this new job at the maternity hospital. So much to tell, with so little time available. It is this fact, the lack of time available for reading/writing/having fun, that is haunting me. I’m afraid I’m turning into a character I’ve been despising for years, that is, an individual running on money, just like how a car runs on gas.

It’s surprisingly thought provoking when I recall the time I used to work in Biomedical Engineering, going hand in hand with this trainer whose morals were curiously questioned, and the overflowing enthusiasm I had back then. Back then, I always wanted to do the best I can, learn the best I can, and help as many people as I can. And here comes the funny part: I did not take a single penny. I somehow had the power and will to work overtime, help this and help that, all for the sake of, what exactly? I don’t know. Professionalism maybe? Conscience? Good will?

But that doesn’t matter. What matters is the powerful dedication that I had during these months as a Biomedical Engineer, that came to fade the moment I started working in return for a salary. Something happened, deep down inside, the moment I received my first salary in my hands from our financial manager. What happened exactly? I have no idea, but I have some clues to work on.

My dedication for work began to change its skin, little by little, gradually turning into a dedication for money. I’ve become motivated to do this and do that only if a material return is promised. The thought of helping someone with a job is slowly being haunted by the thought:

If you're good at something, never do it for free!

My interest in doing the things that I love is deliberately coming to a halt. I rarely play my guitar nowadays, I never open my reader to read what my fellow bloggers have to say. Even Facebook, the one tool that I use to interact with my old school friends, is being affected and slowly becoming an occasional thing.

All of a sudden, I find myself in this trainer’s shoes. I remember the times he used to rest, counting remaining hours/minutes/seconds to go home with a day’s money he did not work for. All I thought of back then was; What is wrong with this guy? Why is he acting so pathetically, carelessly not worrying about his duties, and just waiting for the end of the month to receive his salary? And before I know it, I became the pathetic trainer.

When did money become my number one interest? Does the lifestyle of paying your own bills and expenses have to do with any of this? Or is it the monetary system as a whole that is responsible for exposing people to such behavior? What about you? Have you ever been in a situation where you’ve noticed how voluntary work can be more sincere?

 

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Breaking the routine

I don’t feel like writing anything nowadays, but I am trying to break this routine of ‘not writing’ and start writing again. I’ve realized that this routine has an effect on my writing skills. A few days earlier, I was asked to translate a certain document from Arabic to English, and I had problems trying to grasp accurate words and terms for each sentence. I’m sure that had I been reading/writing nonstop for the past months, the situation would have changed for sure.

Anyhow, I know that the hardest part is to get those fingers typing, afterwards everything just flows.

I never hesitate to help someone in need, for as long as I am capable of helping. Similarly, I never hesitate to correct false information, pronunciation, vocabulary, or anything that is obvious to me that it is indeed incorrect. Sometimes I, myself, make mistakes. Whether it is linguistically or understandingly, I do fall in those mistakes, and I expect anyone with better knowledge or understanding to correct me, or to clear a certain misconception that I have.

What actually happens sometimes, is that people recognize something wrong or incorrect in other people, without feeling the need to direct them towards the correct or right thing to do. Some people strive to see other people fall in mistakes, while others refuse to even give any information that would benefit someone in something. I certainly don’t know the motive behind such acts, do they think they’re the only ones who know the right from wrong? Or do they feel somehow superior knowing the way towards something, that is if known to the public their superiority would disappear?

Or is it the right way to survive keeping everything to yourself?

Wonderful Quote

Read this paragraph and simply fell in love with it, thought I’d share it with you guys!

There are some people who enter your life like gems. These are the real diamonds. They have no ulterior motives, no inferiority complex, no superiority complex, no need to prove that they are better than you, or seek to have more than you. They don’t feel entitled and aren’t needy or dependent. They are not superficial or fake. They remind you of God and they understand you, when no other person does. They don’t wear a mask with you or pretend to be perfect. They are just real with you and honestly and sincerely only want good for you. You feel you can tell them anything without worrying that they will judge you or put you down for being imperfect. They know your flaws, but love you anyway. And they are loyal. You know they’ll be there for you. They’ll always have your back. And best of all, time and distance doesn’t change this. If you’ve met even one person in your entire life like this, you’re blessed.

— Yasmin Mogahed

To God We Belong

To God we belong, and to Him we shall return; A sentence we, Muslims, say in the face of any catastrophe, reminding ourselves of our origin and eventually our destiny. Our eyes flood with tears, our hearts burn with sorrow, but we never speak of anything other than what pleases God; Another sentence we repeat after our Holy Prophet in the face of similar circumstances.

Death is the most denied fact of all time. We refuse to believe that it is true. We live our lives from the East to the West, distracted by this world’s goods, and we seldom think of what may happen to us the moment we leave our bodies and head towards our Creator. We prefer to think otherwise, although we are similar to passengers travelling on a train, with each passenger leaving it when reaching his destination station.

My Grandfather passed away last Monday morning, so we booked a ticket back to Egypt as soon as possible to share our grief with the rest of our family members and loved ones. Unfortunately, me and my mom didn’t have the privilege of attending his burial due to the lack of time and flights available. But we did attend the funeral, and we were told that the burial went so smoothly, with everything facilitated and blessed.

To me he wasn’t only my Grandfather. He was my Father, who raised my cousins and I all together, among whom were orphans. He was a friend, with whom we all enjoyed sitting and joking with everyday. His hands has never hurt anyone, his mouth has never spoken badly about anyone, and his heart has never carried an atom of hate towards anyone. He was surely a rare combination of character, that hardly exists in this world.

His wide smile is what resonates in everyone’s memory of him, as he rarely took it off his face. He was deeply loved by everyone, a love that was reflected in the massive amounts of people attending his burial and praying for him.

Grandpa.. The magnitude of the love you gave us cannot be put into words. You gave us hope and faith in humanity involuntarily through your unique character. You taught us how to enjoy life peacefully, without any form of agitation. You showed us how a real man should treat his wife, through your devotion to our Grandmother, during her life and afterwards. You brought joy to everywhere you went, and took it with you the moment you left. Life can never be the same without you in it.

I pray God to have mercy on you, and to reunite all of us once again in Heaven, Amen.

May Allah be with us all

Different Types of Masks

Its funny how we sometimes hide our true personality behind a more acceptable mask or appearance to look better or to appeal to as many people as possible. Sometimes it’s our family and loved ones who get to see the genuine side of ours. Other times our true identity is never shown to any human beings other than ourselves.

It’s even more funny I used the word “personality” followed by the word “mask”. For your info, the word “personality” comes from the Latin word “persona” which means mask, which makes allot of sense.

Prior to any elections, politicians will always wear masks that identifies them as one of the people to gain as many votes as possible, while in fact they could be the furthest from this identification. Company sales representatives will always wear masks that identifies their company as the best in its field, regardless to where the truth lies. Celebrities are sometimes willing to wear masks of whatever company willing to pay them the greatest amount of money and fortune, in return for an advertisement!

But recently in Egypt, a powerful new influential form of deceit has risen, which is the religious masks phenomenon. I personally wasn’t aware of the magnitude of this problem, until I began to see its impact on the people.

It’s based on falsely convincing the people around you that you have a message to deliver in the name of God, while in reality you’re looking for achieving your own personal benefits and purposes. In Egypt’s case, a group of people calling themselves the “Muslim Brotherhood” as well as other political parties, wore religious masks in order to gain parliamentary seats and achieve absolute power over the country.

These parties, with their highly intelligence and co-ordination all over the country, have succeeded in exploiting the ignorance of the Egyptian people, among whom were religiously, politically, and even linguistic illiterates, to their own political benefit. They deliberately deceived them into thinking that they are living in a non-Muslim world, and that Egypt badly needs them to be in charge for the sake of Islam. As a result, they were blindly given most of the votes from the poor illiterate people, whom alone form about 30% of the Egyptian population, and they won about 65% of the parliament, followed by a re-vote between one of them, Mohamed Morsi, and one of the former regime candidates, Ahmed Shafiq.

After winning the presidential elections, I thought the activities hiding behind religious masks would come to an end. But on the contrary, it was spread to a more dangerous zone where it can deceive more and more religiously and politically illiterates, the Egyptian media. Nowadays you find the so called “Sheikhs” and “Imams” appearing on their private media channels, approving every single word coming from President Morsi or his regime as if they were claiming that they are actually descendants of the holy Prophet Muhammad, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, and that they should not be questioned!

Of course logically now any one with the opposition side is now, God forbid, against Allah and his Prophet, and should be treated as if they were enemies of Islam. And they are actually treated this way now.

A few months earlier from today, a group of protesters were gathered at the Ittihadiya Palace with their tents and “Nesto” cheese, opposing the new incompatible constitution, while another group of religiously motivated people suddenly attacked them, tortured whoever fell in their hands in the name of Allah, claiming that those were thugs who needed discipline.

Now if any religiously illiterate person saw what happened on that day, the stereotyping of Muslims to violence will no longer be a stereotype. It will be a fact that Islam is a religion that encourages violence when all the people around the globe watch us kill each other over differences in political views.

The leaders responsible for this incident are well known, and we do have solid proof on social networking sites that proves the fact that they were heading towards Ittihadya Palace to show those protesters some discipline. But none of whom were questioned, in fact they are still to this day misleading people on TV and the internet, as if nothing has ever happened!

I see the main problem in pure ignorant large amounts of people, following false leaders who are in fact misleading them from the right path. All of this originated from the idea of politicians wearing religious masks to intentionally deceive the young religiously illiterate people into believing that those leaders have a straight connection to Allah, and therefore worth dying for.

In conclusion, we need to know our religion, our Islam, where there is no one whatsoever between you and Allah in this epoch. A mosque is a place where you pray and learn your religion, not a place where you should be hearing political arguments. A parliament is where you should be hearing political arguments. A politician is either a politician or an Islamic preacher, as we’ve all seen what this can lead to in the end.

Oh and one more thing, Morsi and his regime are not descendants of the holy Prophet Muhammad, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him. They are part of the religious masks phenomenon and should be sent for trials in court on charges of deceit, torture and murder.

May Allah be with us all

Peace