Tag: History

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Please November Be Inspiring 

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Today is November the third, and finally I’ve found time to write. Honestly, so far, I have no idea how, or even what, this post will be about. Sometimes there are too many things to say, and other times none at all. It isn’t because you run out of ideas but because you just feel like… maybe later or after this or that. Or, perhaps it was the half-term break, and you wanted to enjoy it fully with family.

So, honestly the only thing that crossed my mind at the very moment was Napoleon. Of all the historical figures, he was the one who crossed my mind. 

Strange, isn’t it? 

I haven’t studied history in ages, and Napoleon, in my history schoolbooks, was an invader, who decided, out of the blue, to conquer the world through Egypt, to spread enlightenment and civilisation. 

But which enlightenment, and which civilisation? 

And who ever said there wasn’t any? 

And who decided that what he offered was better than what existed? 

I have no idea. 

But his project didn’t last long, and as far as I remember, for only three years, and then the whole expedition ended in a big failure.

Does this remind you of something else? 

Anyway, back to November with its dear winter. It has knocked heavily at the door, bringing the first hints of the season with strong gusts, heavy showers, and long, cold nights. Its company seems delighted to linger. This week, and the following week, are all grey and rainy and gusty. But that’s okay, we’re used to it, and we endure the visit with waterproof coats, warm homes, and delicious, hearty meals. Still, with a hopeful heart, I pray November and its dear guest have remembered to bring along some inspiring moments, not with more Napoleons, but with some… blue and white and sunshine thoughts. 

So, please November, be an inspiration of hope and peace, a gift of happiness, and a promise that beautiful dreams may come true.

With hope and peace,

Nahla 

daily prompt

Can You Make a Guess?

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What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

What’s the oldest thing we might have in our lives? Even if we’ve only been in this world for a few years, what would be our oldest possession? My mind wandered, but not for long.

Can you make a guess?

Want any clues?



But that’s easy to figure out— just search through your important documents, and you’ll find it. It might be too old, but don’t worry about its age — some people, even children, grow far older than their actual years in this world.

Now, got it?



Fine. That’s the fully registered and signed document that welcomes us as newcomers to this big,  yet actually small world.

Our birth certificates!



This percious document, kept safe and sound, marks our existence as human beings. This precious document has our names, parents’ names, our gender, our birthplace, our country, and our birth date. It is the first step in our history, launching our journey through life while adding more to our resume.


Isn’t it a big shame that in the history of this “civilized” humanity, there have been people and children who have been deprived of having or keeping this simple, precious certificate because of injustice and savagery?

Can you believe there are children dying in this world without receiving this warm welcome into life? Without having this basic right to a birth certificate?

Are you still watching the news?

If so, be grateful—and remember that your birth certificate, just a paper-and- ink document, is a treasure; a dream for many innocent souls.

With hope and peace,

Nahla

daily prompt

Franco – Egyptian

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What is your all time favorite automobile?

In Egypt until the sixties, the French language was common in Cairo and Alexandia. This Franco – Egyptian influence stared with Napoleon Bonaparte’s invasion of Egypt at the end of the eighteenth century. Though the expedition was a big failure and didn’t last long, mainly three years, it had affected the culture, including the language, mainly among the elite, literary, commerce, and political classes. Since then, French seeped into the Egyptian Arabic, though with some alterations and accent.

In our daily language, some French words easily slip off our tongues. Here are some examples: douche (shower), couverte ( blanket), pantalon (trousers), écharpe (scarf), etiquette, Garçon (waiter), and merci. The list, of course, is too long to mention all.

One might wonder how such change took place, if Napoleon’s expedition didn’t last long and was mainly limited to Cairo and Alexandria? That was mainly because of education. French missionary schools, mainly for Christians and Jews, were introduced in the main cities. But, later, they were open to Musilm Egyptians as well, and french scholarships were granted to Egyptian students. Scientists, politicians, and businessmen, became well acquintted with French systems and law. And then, as historians put it in our history books, modernisation found its way to Egypt.

Thanks to the word “automobile,” that this post turned out a bit historical. But isn’t it better this way?

À bientôt,

Avec meilleures vœux,

Nahla

daily prompt

Let’s make it personal

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What major historical events do you remember?

But of course,  the major historical events are all related, like blood brothers, to inhuman man-made catastrophes, major catastrophes. So why not let the ‘big’ leaders of the world and their loyal devotees answer that? Their answers probably wouldn’t be different from what we learn at school.

So, let’s make it personal. Can there be a bit of alteration? Something like, ‘what is the best day you can describe as the major historical event in your life? That’s better, much better this way.

I was waiting at home, running from one window to another and looking out for my father. He used to bring my end of year exam results every year. I had never disappointed him, but this time was so different. I was shaking from head to toe. It was the result of my final exams in high school.  I studied hard that year with no private tutors, no extra help. I lost too much weight and looked miserable. All I wanted was to pass with honourable results. And I did. I glanced at my father walking down the street towards our house with a big smile on his face, and I knew I did it.  Not only did I get honourable marks, but my result was the second highrest at my school. Such an event had never happened in the history of my family.

That was the major historical event in my life. First, because my parents were so proud of me. Second, because my life had changed  significantly after that day.

With all the best wishes,

Nahla