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(4) I am the son of a leather tanner..the human being.. Ahmed Seif Hashed
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I am the son of a leather tanner.. the human being
Ahmed Seif Hashed
After what my friend Hussein told me, and what my friend Abdul-Wahhab Qatran revealed to me about the meaning of my affiliation and people like me in the culture and popular imagination of some tribes and regions of Yemen, or some of the local communities in them, and the detraction and inferiority that befalls their owner, I was not ashamed or afraid and did not try to redress what It seemed broken, or concealed what was revealed. On the contrary, I defended what I believe with a worthy pride, and I was not afraid of calibration, nor was I embarrassed by my father’s work, or by the professions he pursued during the history of his life, but I was very proud of myself, and of my father who dug in the rock for us Let us live with dignity, and I was proud of my belonging, which was able to reserve a place for him in the solid rock, and with a double challenge, to be and be as he should..
However, the most important thing is that I have not been tempted to search for a corresponding small fanaticism that would kill or disfigure the great man who fills me, dwells in my consciousness, and endeavors to fortify me from any fragility, and I have not given up on the moral control that is in harmony with this human being who inhabits me, and the person I am looking for is external, And outside of my affiliation..
This does not mean that I do not resist, nor do I attack the belittling that surrounds me, or try to obtain from us as segments and groups of society the right to enjoy their full rights, the first of which is the right of citizenship.
I am not the son of the sky.. I am the son of the tanner who revolts against his reality every day without getting tired or bored or surrendering to victory.. the son of the tanner who does not surrender to his destiny, and does not succumb, even if the calamities are as heavy as the mountains.. the son of the gladiator tanner who struggles with what He afflicts him, and he resists to the last tear.
Ibn al-Dabbagh, who rebelled against a society that still sanctifies its tyrants.. and resists an authority that is not ashamed when it claims.. an authority that claims justice, and its tyranny is greater than an ocean.. that transcends its nostrils over the great nation.. an authority that privatizes citizenship, distributes indulgences as it wants, absent equality, and spread poverty. Like thick darkness, and freedom is imprisoned in an iron cage.
I criminalize murder and do not facilitate it, nor do I drink blood nor shed it, but I am accused of drinking alcohol.
My father is a candy maker and seller, he eats from his hard work and from the sweat of his forehead.. he spreads joy and delicious taste, and refuses war and spreading ruins..
I am the son of my father, I did not build glory on piles of skulls, nor did I ever celebrate or brag about the vastness of the tombs, or the long queues of coffins, nor did I rejoice over the piles of victims, nor did I inject hatred, and the deep-seated grudges of hatred.
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I am the son of my father who is burdened with heavy loads.. we toil to the point of apprehension and grieve.. from dusk to evening.. we have never performed grief in an overnight stay, or sell them to the victim.. they faked awareness with thousands of speeches.. and weighed it down with a thousand treads and lies..
They promoted quackery from the top of the minarets.. They set fire to a thousand and over.. And burdened the earth with the sorrows of orphanages.. Covet them with the seas of the eye and rivers of honey and wine.. And they hid deception under coats and beards.. And they hid under turbans a thousand executioners and nights.. We if we drank stealthily.. The eye flows to me..and to God we travel..
I am not proud of India, nor of those who eat livers..I am not proud of lineage, tribe, or murderer..I do not beg history for my sustenance, and I do not claim authority and inheritance..I do not claim a right from Adam and Eve, or before Pleiades..
I am not from the water of the sky, and I do not boast that I am a descendant of Ali or Fatima.. I am the father of the tanner and the farmer, and the sweet seller spread joy and happiness..
I am not the ego that is burdened with itself and its selves.. I throw the ego in the face of the tyrant unrepentant, and I struggle to remove the injustice that weighs heavily on everyone.. I am the ego that is proud and proud, it is not from the water of heaven, and resists those who see it, it came from donkey dung..
I am the dreamer, the son of loved ones.. I belong to the great dream, the size of the galaxy, rather the size of this vast universe, which breaks the valves and travels far, without limits or end.
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