Diary
(3) A protest in the face of hunger.. Ahmed Seif Hashed
My memoirs.. from the details of my life
(3)
protest against hunger
Ahmed Seif Hashed
I am often irritated by poverty, hunger, injustice and corruption.. tyranny in all its forms provokes me even if I wear the clothes of a father, teacher, leader, saint or priest.. The arrogance of authority, its stubbornness, and arrogance in the face of truth and justice, which I dream of and care about, provoke me more than others.. I am not accustomed to injustice to facilitate the matter or reconcile with it. No matter how long..
My soul is restless and restless, and always remains driven by restlessness and rebellion and revolution.. It is always full of anxiety and dissatisfaction, even if I enjoy a little silence, or be disappointed by a period, or blindfolded from the truth for a while, or even collude for reasons of my own, I have a stronger and more intense inner struggle with my conscience, and my conscience keeps kicking me from the inside like a zebra, until I get back to what is right or right as possible..
Perhaps this non-categorical spirit was the reason for my exclusion from the available opportunities that others seized, and I squandered them with awareness, conviction and asceticism, because I considered them in their truth and even still, mere traps and intrigues and detainees for slavery with no escape and no escape..
Sometimes I feel tired and exhausted, but as soon as I rest a little or catch my breath until I repeat the ball two and three times.. I go back to declaring rejection, doing rebellion, and resistance until things are straightened, or they end in demise..
I engage in a patient struggle with reality, as Sisyphus, the symbol of eternal torment with the rock, or as the Devil, who split the stick of the group, and disobeyed his Lord alone and perverted; To carry out the will of the Lord, putting it ahead of his selfishness.. I try to reach my oppressed voice to the maximum extent possible, even if it is eaten by worms. He was the owner..
Perhaps I seem constantly worried, dissatisfied with the progress of things and conditions, and perhaps even discontented with this bloody world and its system based on injustice and exploitation, and rebellious in the face of fates that I feel are unjust.. And the beginning was in the first protest that I participated in when I was a teenager, or in the early days of my youth..
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In the “Proletariat” school, because of hunger, and protesting the lack of improvement in meals, and the lack of electricity, a large number of students went on strike, and I was one of them..
We refrained from studying, and went out to the sidewalk, protesting against the poor quality of food and demanding its improvement.. We blocked the road between Lahj and Aden with stones and prevented cars from crossing, which was a daring act at that time, and even a very sensitive one. Because any such action or protest was classified as a counter-revolution, and some politicians went to explain it with the worst possibilities, and with reasons they assumed beyond what we could bear, but the presence of protesting students from Al-Dhalea, Radfan and Al-Sabiha shielded us from many of those possibilities and assumptions and prevented us from its consequences.
Many are the students who adhered to the protest and refrained from going to the classroom, some of them after a day or a few days, and some of them preferred safety, and avoided participating in this very rare and frequent protest action, if not unprecedented..
My colleague Ahmed Massad Al-Shuaibi describes what happened in the first spontaneous student uprising against the deprivation of the natural rights of food and housing… It was sparked by the power outage due to the failure of the Education Department to pay the electricity bill‘ The students set out to the main line, crossing the main road linking Lahj governorate with Aden governorate..
The students from the sons of Al-Dhalea in the school were the vanguard of the protesters.. I admired those “madmen” who rejected darkness, brought down hunger, and defied its consequences..
I used to look at non-protesters with indignation and contempt, and ask myself: Why are these people overwhelmed by fear and led to betrayal, and they are not indignant at hunger and those in charge of it?!!
I admired the students who dared to protest, and tried to bring the voice of hunger to the country’s most senior official..
Officials in the governorate, especially in the education sector, who are responsible for the school, were terrified of the repercussions and impact of these protests on them, and on their positions and jobs..
Education officials in the governorate came down to meet the students and hear the protesters’ demands and discuss them after they failed to intimidate them and discourage them from continuing the protest, and to return them to their classrooms.
We did not calm down and did not stop pretending until Ali Antar attended, who succeeded in guiding us when he said: Go for a week and come back to eat good and clean food. He ordered the preparation of buses to transport the willing demonstrators and complainants, each to his own area, and return to their families on a short vacation, until matters are settled. meet the demands of the protesters..
A protest action of this kind and against the revolutionary authority, or so such kind of protest is understood, and in that very sensitive period, it was a bold and daring act by all standards..
That a protest action erupts in a school with a great name in a country that claims to adopt the theory of scientific socialism and works for the establishment of a “proletariat” state is an act that may reveal the fragility of some of that claim.
This protest resulted in noticeable improvements in nutrition, hygiene, organization and the restoration of electricity.. This work was the first protest that I participated in.
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