Crises are stronger than lost love, Every age has its own psychological crises

Crises are stronger than lost love

Every age has its own psychological crises

Childhood is the one that does not realize its crises except when the child is found in an ugly family in its treatment of him, or when he finds himself alone without a family. These are exceptions that some countries have made solutions for. An ugly family in America can very well be deprived of a child, and another family takes over. And in our country that does not know this, the crises of lost children are resolved in shelters and orphanages, and this is undoubtedly a good thing.

As for what these crises do to the child’s personality, it is a different matter, as those who occupy the world with beauty and hope may come out of the shelters, such as Abdel Halim Hafez and Ahmed Fouad A star, and criminals may emerge from it, but the crisis of children remains secondary to the crises of life.

With young people, crises begin that only their owners are aware of, and most young people or the vast majority of them go through, and their address, how can I have a home or a homeland? Adding to the urgency of the crisis are the stories of sincere love, which young people want to end in marriage. More than fifty years ago in Egypt, marriage was no longer easy. In the old days, in the villages and the countryside, the whole family lived in one house, and everyone worked in the fields, and marriage only needed one room for the new couple, in addition to the rooms of the other brothers in the family, and the room of the father and mother. A great change took place in the villages, the historical family contract was broken, and everyone wanted an independent place for himself, so migration to the cities occurred, but the immigrants were few compared to what happened since the seventies, until now.

Migration from the countryside to the cities was a material for cinema, because it is an exception. Films such as “Ibn El-Nil” were presented by Shukri Sarhan directed by Youssef Chahine, for example, and then the emigration increased significantly, so the work of the son of the city in the village now deserves to be a material for a film. But the cities since the seventies are no longer sufficient to solve the crisis of young people from the countryside or from it, and it happened that oil in the Arab countries has become the new refuge, so the Egyptians’ queues at the Arab embassies to travel and work in them did not end, and the largest process of emigration of Egyptians took place, after the October War In 1973, it included all groups, from industrialists, to journalists, writers and intellectuals, and I was one of them. I wanted to have a clean and well-lit house in Cairo, so I traveled for a year to Saudi Arabia, and I returned to rent an apartment in which I live with my wife, bidding farewell to furnished apartments and a bohemian life. I did not know a writer but traveled to the Gulf. Some of them spent a year and some of them spent ten years and more, money has a temptation.

Thus, marriage became dependent on travel due to the high prices of apartments to a large extent - now, of course, to the point of madness, and the opportunities for travel have diminished, as the Gulf countries have advanced and their children have occupied most of the jobs - the youth crisis has now increased to a fatal extent, so they accept jobs without a suitable salary, and you see, for example, in some restaurants or stations Gasoline, young university graduates who work and have no salary, except for the tips they get from customers. 

This happened with the increase in the population Yes It happened with the state abandoning its role in industry and encouraging the civil society to invest and other manifestations of organized looting of the country, which ended with the January revolution. The matter of exploiting workers came to us to read about the suicide of an employee in a telecom service company, because his boss insulted him more than once for entering the bathroom a lot, then dismissed him from work and no longer had any rights. Many young people work in more than one place per day.

With the seventies and Sadat's policy, the door opened to destroy all of that, and the discussion about it is long.. But on the other hand, life expanded in the virtual space, so everyone knows what happens every day, and they talk about all crises, and when he looks like me and reads the events in the virtual space, he becomes sad .

The crisis has expanded, then, but there is another crisis far from young people known to the elderly, which is the crisis of disease and the few opportunities for treatment, the high treatment prices to the point of madness and the lack of sufficient places for patients, the poor condition of most government hospitals, and the hideous exploitation of many private hospitals, which do not Only the wealthy can afford it. 

This is a crisis that only those who have experienced it know, and the solution to it for most elderly women is a request to leave, from God, in peace, without distracting anyone. But there is another aspect of this crisis that the elderly educated people have augmented with, which is looking back to see that the best days were in the past. Natural nostalgia or natural nostalgia, which is heightened by the collapse of behavior around them, and the number of crimes against plants, trees, and streets, and the right of people as well. The real intellectual’s sense of it, not the actualization of it, is great, he has spent his life believing that the utopia is approaching, so he realizes that it is a lost dream. My generation of old people and those who are a little younger, for example, joined schools in the fifties and found it spacious, with playgrounds for all sports activities, and groups for music, plastic art, rhetoric and trips, until the school was a real cultural home.

The classroom in the primary stage was not more than twenty students, and in the middle and secondary levels no more than thirty students, the streets are clean, the women in the cities wear European clothes, and the gardens show films and bands play in them. The work is usually in one of the factories built by the state, whose motto was a factory every ten days, a school every seven days, and a book every six hours. And then there was no crisis of any kind and hardly anyone cares about politics, and we don't know anything about the detention centers for leftists or others. Your social life is in your hands, build it as you wish.

With the seventies and Sadat's policy, the door opened to destroy all of that, and the discussion about it is long.. But on the other hand, life expanded in the virtual space, so everyone knows what happens every day, and they talk about all crises, and when he looks like me and reads the events in the virtual space, he becomes sad . He sees this in the young people around him, and is surprised that everything that happened before ended up being the opposite. He knows the reasons that led to this, chiefly the absence of democracy and the country's fall into the captivity of the sole leader and his ideas.

It hurts him how easier life was and the rule is getting easier. Humans have developed their means of transportation, for example, from riding donkeys and horses to riding planes, but life has fallen from ascending to the sky by planes to compliance with backwardness, while humans do not have the ability of donkeys not to get angry, and when the elderly are angry, they have only hope from God to leave. What does it mean that time passes from a time when you saw that five piasters were enough for lunch, dinner or going to the cinema, to a time when five piasters became five hundred pounds not available to everyone? What does it mean to see a time when the incident of harassment became the talk of the city, to a time when harassment became a rule? What does it mean for the world to explode one day because the defeat of 1967 was behind the absence of democracy, to see a revolution like January that opened the door of hope and ended away from democracy? Old men like me, their pain is different, and unfortunately more rooted than the pain of lost love. ( Ibrahim Abdul Majeed,  Egyptian novelist )