When Cairo was the سكcoin’ of civilization, others were mere footnotes in the history book; when our streets were buzzing with language fluency, their capitals looked for a voice in the vacuum of time.
Do not think that the silence of "our pyramids" is weak, and do not fancy that our preoccupation with building our tomorrow has forgotten the prestige of our past, as Egypt is not just "Lukation" to portray your sick fantasies, but it is the "center" without which you would not have known art taste and culture color.
It is a desperate attempt by "dwarfs" to go after giants, forgetting that the sun is not covered by a serial sieve, and that Egyptian dignity is a "red line" that burns those who approach it with the fire of truth.
The old Egyptian proverb says, "If they show me poverty, I will lend them in the first place." Some in the "neighborhood" drama seem to have been historically color blinded, thinking that the curvature of time for transient economic conditions is an instrument of forgiveness for the falsification of truth.
I'm talking about the series "Ghostage" and the likes of the production falls, which is trying "extremely mean artistic" to limit the Egyptian stature in the role of "janitor" or "maid" in the 1970s. Let us refresh your worn-out memory with facts that do not burn.
When Cairo was the "kiss of the lords", gentlemen, while your ancestors were looking for a "tent" or a "road", the streets of Cairo were narrowed by those coming from Europe to work under the feet of the Egyptians.
The Italian waiter was proud of the service of the Egyptian pasha, the Greek illustrator was documenting the greatness of our features, the Tarzi was Armenian, the barber was Lebanese and the barber was Syrian.
Egypt was the "magnet" that attracted the "nations" to serve them, not because of our arrogance, but because the Egyptian pound weighed $4.80, and because the "guardian" was the hope, the starter and the news.
It is a cheap 1970s fake. A teenager is an artist or a political hater?, If you take a series from the seventies and make the "Egyptian" is the margin (a doorman or a worker), this is not art, but is an inherent "deficiency complex".
In the 1970s, it was the Egyptian teacher who broke your ignorance, the Egyptian counselor who drafted your laws, and the Egyptian doctor who healed your pain.
The restriction of the Egyptian presence in the "Dune" is a miserable attempt to steal the "cultural sovereignty" of Egypt, which is proof that you do not have a real history to document, so you resorted to distort the history of others to feel a "illusory greatness."
The Egyptian is an unbreakable "rare currency" .. Yes, the Egyptian youth works today in all parts of the world, planting the desert and building skyscrapers with his race, but it remains the "original".
The young man whose career you make fun of in your soap operas is the same one who, if he had pulled his "mind" out of your institutions, would have fallen like autumn leaves, we are a nation "served" by its history, and you are a nation "renting" art to cover the woes of its present.
A final message to the makers of "the hide" and those who followed their path; the drama that does not respect the "teacher" who taught her speech is the drama of "the bastard", history is not written with a "baroque" or "decoration" of my seventies is false, but is written with the fingerprints left by Egypt in every stone and tree in your country.
Egypt has never been a "maid", but it was and still is the "lady" who fed from hunger and believed from fear. So beware of the anger of "the dreamer" if he is injured in his dignity, because the pound may get sick, but the "Egyptian identity" is sickened and does not die.
Know for sure that the "origin" is not bought with the glitter of "oil", and that history does not falsify with a camera and actors "second degree", your miserable attempts to portray the Egyptian as a "shadow" in your homes, will not erase the fact that it is our minds that have illuminated your homes with science, and that our arms have built your cities from scratch.
The pound may bend before the storm, but the Egyptian task does not break; we are a nation that does not die, but sickened to return stronger, and silenced to burst creatively, and saved your production money to restore your lost memory, Egypt was the "lady" when the world did not have a title, and will remain the "teacher" No matter how the young in the arts of ingratitude, raised pens, dried newspapers hatred, and remained Egypt. Proud, stubborn, and above all.
