عبابدة ...و عبيد

العبابدة فى صحراء مصر الشرقية
أناس فى يوم من الايام عندما كان التليفزيون و الراديو و السينما تصخب فى القاهرة كانت أغنى هداياهم قربة ماء
بيوتهم عبارة عن خيام تحمل على بعير
أحيائهم هى الأودية الجبلية وسط الصحراء
كسب رزقهم يتم بالسعى وراء إبلهم وأغنامهم الراعية طوال الوقت
هم أناس تقايض الغنم بالفحم
النقود لهم وسيلة وليست غاية
أناس تقتصد فى الغذاء لندرة الماء و تحيا فى صحة للتسعين و المائة
تهتدى بالعلم الموروث و بمواقع النجوم
وتقرأ الإشارات فى الأرض و الهواء و السماء
أناس تتيمم للصلاة فى وقتها و تعرف مواعيدها بالنظر للسماء وليس بالساعة
أناس تعامل المرأة مثل الرجل لا تحقرها أو تدنيها
مهر زوجاتهم قد يكون شاي و سكر و دقيق و ثلاث نعجات
فيهم تتعامل المرأة أو الفتاة المخطوبة مع خطيبها أمام الاهل أو على إنفراد بدون قيود
مكان قضاء شهر العسل للعروسان منهم هو واد غاية ما فيه جدار حجري ظليل وعين ماء
والزوج قد يكون له زوجتان أو ثلاث تتعاونن على الحياة بلا أى ضغائن
أناس ترتق ملابس الكبير و تعيد إستخدامها للصغير
ويدفن فقيدهم تحت الشجرة أو الحجر المميز فى الوادي أو الجبل حيث وافته المنية وقد يعلم للذكري بقطعة قماش
هم أناس تقدس الشجرة الصامدة فى الصحراء ولا ترضى لها إهانة او إهدار
أناس تؤرخ حياتها بالأحداث الجلل ويمر وقتها رتيبا ..تستوعبه و يستوعبها
الرحمة و التراحم من أسس تعاملهم .. فكما يدينوا يدانوا
رأس مالهم فى الحياة الأمانة و المروءة و الشرف

هم أحرار

وكتاب فى وسط صحراء متمدنة يصلها ماء حلو و كهرباء مستمرة أثناء أيام صيام لله ...قال لي أني من العبيد

شكرا لكتاب في بلاد العبابدة أصغر كتاب هزنى من الأعماق
لكنى للأسف لأ أملك الشجاعة للتحرر و الخلاص

to say again...

” But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.”

D.H. Lawrence

: in the void

And thus far it was a life: in the void. For the rest it was non-existence. Wragby was there, the servants. . .but spectral, not really existing. Connie went for walks in the park, and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and the mystery, kicked the brown leaves of autumn, and picked the primroses of spring. But it was all a dream; or rather it was like the simulacrum of reality. The oak-leaves were to her like oak-leaves seen ruffling in a mirror, she herself was a figure somebody had read about, picking primroses that were only shadows or memories, or words. No substance to her or anything. . .no touch, no contact! Only this life with Clifford, this endless spinning of webs of yarn, of the minutiae of consciousness, these stories Sir Malcolm said there was nothing in, and they wouldn't last. Why should there be anything in them, why should they last? Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Sufficient unto the moment is the appearance of reality.

The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience. There's lots of good fish in the sea. . .maybe. . .but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.


Time went on. Whatever happened, nothing happened, because she was so beautifully out of contact. She and Clifford lived in their ideas and his books. She entertained. . .there were always people in the house. Time went on as the clock does, half past eight instead of half past seven.

D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

D.H. Lawrence quotes

“But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.”
“I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.”
“The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgment is never just.”
“For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciously" desire is nine times out of ten impossible; hitch your wagon to star, or you will just stay where you are.”
“And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.”
“I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies -- thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.”
“If only we could have two lives: the first in which to make one's mistakes, which seem as if they have to be made; and the second in which to profit by them.”
“I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets”


“Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.”
“The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.”
“My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.”
“We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.”
“The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre”
“One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.”
“Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.”


“Never trust the teller, trust the tale.”
“The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.”
“The deadly Hydra now is the hydra of Equality. Liberty, Equality and Fraternity is the three-fanged serpent.”
“This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.”
“The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.”

"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. "

D.H. Lawrence