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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The hunger striker.

Today only, I ate beans and bread for breakfast, then went to school and ate chips and a chocolate bar, two hours later I ate fries and cake, then a burger sandwich and cake once more, then bread filled with chocolate. I went back home and ate my dinner, rice, meat, mashed potatoes and salad. As a dessert I had an orange and a chocolate bar. I admit I did eat too much today, but on normal days, I don't eat any much less. That's about me, a teenager from an average family who doesn't have any health problems.
I'm not here to talk about me anyway, I'm here to talk about Mohamed Soltan, a 26-year-old Egyptian American who has been falsely imprisoned in the coup's jails, just because he shouted out his opinion in the street.
Let me talk about his today. Today, he counts 191 days in jail, his 37th day through his hunger strike.
Research say that after two weeks of hunger strikes, symptoms such as extreme hunger, dizziness, exhaustion, inability to stand up and muscle atrophy start to appear. Also, slowed heartbeat, sensation of thirst, constantly feeling cold (no thick covers available in jail), vomiting and difficulty with vision.
Mohamed passed all that, Mohamed is in his 4th week, which brings along more serious problems as vertigo, uncontrollable eye movements and double vision. We believe in him. We know he's strong enough to go through this but his continuation awaits him life-threatening symptoms. There are reports or hearing loss and blindness after six weeks, and if one goes on, there comes the risk of death from heart failure or build up of toxins.
Compare what you eat everyday with whats happening to Mohamed. It's not stupid of him to put himself in all this, it's stupid of the government to jail him with no sensible charges.
His family and friends are trying to do everything possible with the US Embassy, but apparently, his American nationality isn't helping (Read his letter to President Obama)

What you can do is pray pray pray and pray. Sign this petition and spread the word!
Share this everywhere, follow Soltan's news on Facebook and Twitter and tell everyone about it. Imagine your brother in his place.
Use the hashtags #FreeSoltan #Free_Soltan and show support, thats whats keeping him going!

Source: www.geekosystem.com/hunger-strike-effects/
Rahma Fateen

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Literal lift of heart

My biggest problem for a long time has been lack of messages from God. My friends used to tell me that they're there, it was me who didn't see them. I didn't like this opinion, because when I asked them to point them out for me, they couldn't.
I stayed in this state for a huge period of time, all depressed and miserable, why doesn't God give me any attention like everyone else? Am I that small in God's eyes that He doesn't want to send me even a small message that will brighten my life again?

On time, I was talking about this issue in my favorite Facebook group, as usual, they gave me good replies that would really help me, but I got a lot of such things from my friends, it didn't do a change. I wanted something from God.
Saddened from the fact that nothing is touching my heart anymore and I'm almost becoming a body without a soul, I closed the Facebook tab and went to do something fun, to forget my sorrows. The internet was kinda slow, while I was waiting, I looked beside me to my sister's computer, there, was a picture text written: "God wasn't silent, you stopped hearing Him."
If I had a soul I would've cried, but I swear my heart lifted in my chest. I felt it. My heart started beating fast and I didn't even wait for the internet to load, I shut it and went to cry from happiness. I love Allah.

Ever since that incidence, which was around three days ago, I read, or may I say, 'heard' three different messages from Allah. And believe me, it's the best feeling ever. Even though the messages came on the grave of my favorite activities I do while I know they're wrong, but I finally got a message from God! I was totally ready to get rid of everything bad I do and do jihad on myself to meet with those messages. Allah wants me.
Alhamdulillah



Rahma Fateen

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

اشمئزاز



الفترة اللي فاتت، وبما إني بنزل مظاهرات مضايقة جزء من الشارع المصري، كنت بسمع شتايم كتير بنتشتمها واتعودت، فمبقتش بدّي اهتمام ولا بتأثر بيهم.
امبارح في المسيرة، "راجل" بيسوق تكتك شتمنا، دي حاجة مش غريبة على سواقين التكاتك ولا الشتيمة كانت موجهة لي، لكنها أثارت إشمئزازي بطريقة مش طبيعية. الشتيمة مكانتش من الشتايم البسيطة، كانت شتيمة كبيرة، ولاون منطق الشتايم عامّة-كبيرة أو صغيرة- أنا أرفضه، بس دي كنت ماشية طول المسيرة ولحد دلوقتي بفكر فيها.

هو الشارع بقى قذر للدرجة دي؟ شتايم قبيحة جدا على لسان الكل وحتى مش حاسين إنهم بيعملوا حاجة غلط بمنطق ان "المجتمع" هو كدة! فين سنين التربية اللي اتربوها؟ ولا خلاص البيت كله أصبح الموضوع دة عادي بالنسبة ليهم؟ ممكن يكون الأب أو الأم بيشتموا شتايم كدة قدام أولادهم عادي، وراجل ييجي يشتم بنات لمجرد انه مش متفق معاهم في الرأي؟! فين الرجولة والشهامة اللي مصر كانت مشهورة بيها؟
دة حتى مش من الإسلام، يعني مهياش كلمة هتجرح مشاعري وأنا اللي حساسة وبكبر الموضوع وبتاع

" لَيْسَ الْمُؤْمِنُ بِالطَّعَّانِ وَلا اللَّعَّانِ وَلا الْفَاحِشِ وَلا الْبَذِيءِ "

طب فين الشعب المصري متدين بطبعه؟
بجد بدأت أتقزز جدا من الشعب المصري دة، يا أخي خلّي لسانك نظيف مش كدة! ومش كل واحد حر، دة تلوث سمعي!

الله يرحم لما كنا بنقول :غبي" يودونا لمديرة المدرسة!

Rahma Fateen

Friday, October 4, 2013

فتنتي روحي

بأي ذنب قٌتِلت وصفحات عمرها لم تُكمِل كتاباً بعدُ بأكمله؟ بأي ذنب قُتِلت هي ونفس عمرها من لا يزال حياً وغير متأثر بقتلها، غير متأثر بوفاتها. بأي ذنب قُتِلت، ومن أين لنا بنفس براءتها وحنانها؟ من أين لنا بجمال ضحكتها ولمعان عيونها؟

بأي ذنب قُتِلت روحي أنا؟! ماذنبي أنا بتعلق روحي بها؟ حتماً قبض الله روحي مع روحها فأنا لا أستطيع العيش بعدها. ذهبت ضحكتي مع ضحكتها، ذهبت قدرتي على النظر في غير وجهها، أينما أنظر أجدها تحدق بي وتذكرني بأنها رحلت، وكأني أحتاج لمن يذكرني...

سكن بجسدي روح لا أعرفها، ولا تنتمي لي، فروحي صعدت معك، وتنتظر جسدي لتلحق بها، لا أدري إن كنت تريديني معك فوق، لكن بلا شك روحي تحتاج إليّ.
سأصعد إليك، لكن بعد تنقية جسدي وروحي الجديدة، أنت لا تجالسين الملوثين، وأنا ملوثة لكن أريد أن أجالسك.
أنا أحبك يا من فتنتي روحي
لا أريدك هنا في الدنيا، أريد أن أذهب أنا إليك في السماء




Rahma Fateen