A TCK’s Look at Egypt – A repost from Denizenmag.com

A little more than two weeks ago when Egypt occupied the news as it took a stand for democracy, I found this article.  I was captivated.  I always want to know what someone thinks about a place when they lived there and know the people behind the headlines.  This look by Scott May intrigued me.

I especially appreciate his second to the last paragraph.  It shows a lot of wisdom and restraint for a young adult.  Sadly, I’ve known adults who aren’t that wise.

I got permission from Denizenmag.com—a website devoted to TCKs.  If you have some time, please go look around the Denizen site.  It’s full of fascinating articles.  I’m especially intrigued with the self-portrait project.  One of my friends from ICA had her portrait put up here yesterday.  Anyway—read this and then go there!  You won’t be sorry.


Before moving to Egypt 10 years ago, I was unfamiliar with the world outside of Houston, Texas. When my dad, a geologist, told us we were moving to Cairo, I expected the camels and pyramids that popular Western culture had painted in my 11-year-old head. Yet, upon landing, things were distinctly different. I was expecting dust, just not everywhere. I expected people, just not sooo many. I expected to fit in, and like many TCKs, I didn’t.

Fast forward 5 years and I had become more comfortable wandering the streets of Cairo than anywhere in the United States. I loved exploring the Khan, visiting Road 9 and the sense of freedom to go where I pleased in the city. People were friendly, though often searching for a little extra cash from a blue-eyed boy such as myself. I was amazed that despite the poverty, people had a sense of dignity, and worked hard to maintain it. I felt privileged. I occasionally resented this fact as a TCK, and wished that I could fit in better.

The Egypt I grew up in was a vibrant place. The traditional minarets of Cairo were being overrun by skyscrapers. The country had begun to provide internet access, for which we waited patiently for hours to load the simplest of webpages. Yet at the same time, diametrically opposing this change were the things that were timeless, like the pyramids, which somehow remained the same in the middle of such chaos.

As a young boy, I understood little about politics, only overhearing bits and pieces that gradually came together. I understood that Hosni Mubarak had been in power for more than 20 years at the time, and I understood that corruption was present — yet I never encountered it, really, other than my parents remarking at the number of traffic tickets people got every year.

I left Egypt in 2004, a 16-year-old, off to Trinidad and Tobago because of my dad’s job. I had a funny feeling that it would be a long time before I returned, and prayed that the timelessness of Egypt would preserve it just the way I had left it, so one day I could return to live in the very same place as before. I wanted those wonderful days of my childhood to be mummified.

It ended up taking 6 years, but I was eventually able to make a short trip back to Cairo while studying abroad in Amman, Jordan. The Egypt I returned to was almost a copy of the one I had left. The airport attendant wanted money for providing paper towels to dry my hands, I had to haggle to get a cab and a room. The air was hot, even oven-like. Yet aside from a few new buildings and cars, it felt stagnant. The Egyptian Museum, filled with so many great antiquities, was the same hot, disorganized, crowded place as before. A staleness hung in the air. My close friends, now long gone, seemed to be the only piece missing. The infrastructure seemed in even more decay.

And so I left, feeling as though the mummification had gone too well. Perhaps it wasn’t good to wish for things to remain the same. After all, we have only one childhood, one which we can never truly revisit. The Egyptian people had taken notice, however, and the arrival of the internet and cell phones meant that the word could spread fast for change. The sleeping giant of Egypt was dreaming, at least, of a better tomorrow.

The noise from a neighbor disturbed his slumber. I watched the country’s awakening with a mixture of fear and awe. I worried about my friends and acquaintances who still remained there. I felt the excitement as I watched protesters storm across the 6th October bridge.

But as the days rolled by, it became clearer that Mubarak would not go, nor his government. I felt a sense of pride for being associated, in some small capacity, with Egypt, and placed an Egyptian flag on the bicycle I rode to school every day. I wore a Palestinian scarf, a symbol of resistance in the region. I know I have led a privileged life compared to many Egyptians, but I still feel like part of my heart will remain there with them. My identity is, in part, with them.

I spoke with my Jordanian host family about the situation, as they have extended family in Egypt — they sounded worried, as was I, when I heard the news of looting going on in Maadi, the area of Cairo where I grew up. I now follow the news intently, watching Al Jazeera and other news sources in the morning,as well as some of the posts on YouTube that have emerged in recent days.

My friend Mustafa, who took me around Cairo on my last visit, said that he was doing alright, hoping things got better. “Inshahallah,” he said. God-willing. I hesitated to ask whose side he was on, because in some ways, I suppose, I was afraid of the answer. Later, I regretted the decision.

I still remain unsure of how to approach the situation. Even though I identify myself partly as Egyptian, my pale complexion and my passport say that it is not my place to discuss the future of Egypt. That is for Egyptians to decide, and I do not want to feel as though I am intruding on their decision. All the great democracies of today emerged from domestic democratic movements. I believe that people must feel that democracy is their creation, not an imposition by a foreign power.

As the events play out, I am unsure where they will lead Egypt. One thing is certain, though — the mummified Egypt I have known for so many years is now gone. And that is certainly a good thing.

photo courtesy of nebedaay

4 responses to “A TCK’s Look at Egypt – A repost from Denizenmag.com”

  1. I very much agree about the penultimate paragraph. Let’s hope that some key people will be thinking this way in coming days and weeks… Fascinating.

  2. Penultimate—such a great word! It will definitely be interesting to watch it unfold and then see what the implications are. I have tentative hope for the region.

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