too excited to sleep...

well.. well.. whatever the reason is behind the lack of sleep.. zombies are used to that :)
thinking about where to start about the different generations of women that i have witnessed or a personal experience.... guess the first need me to conduct interviews with some of them..so the latter might be easier... one discussion about how one reflects the house one is brought up into initiated this idea... brought up in a house that is mixed between politics and law.. i am a living example of this. i guess i should start with my dad.. that is the easy way to speak about someone else that influenced my life a lot.. god bless his soul. my dad came from a big family.. their numbers can fill up a governorate.. he was born in 1933. his grandfather had a lot of land and he was the mayor of the village. he was a very strong character and the least we can say was not such soft hearted person in dealing with the farmers.. who mostly came from his family but where poorer than he is. this guy, that Ahmed Fouad Negm wrote about him in Al Fagoumi, married 4 women, including the grandma of my dad, he died on them with 28 kids, who included my grandpa. my grandpa went to Cairo and got his education and joined the administrative staff of the Court of Appeals in Cairo. he was a very kind man, married to a lady with Turkish origins that was brought up in Cairo (my grandma) and he left the administration of his inheritance, agricultural lands, to his elder brother, who became the mayor after the death of their father. with this background, since an early stage in his life and although he was not the elder brother, my dad became responsible for running some errands for the family and due to some difficulties that his father encountered with his brother in relation to the land and the revenues, my dad was sent by his mum to collect the revenues from his uncle. during those years, Egypt was a kingdom and all the laws were in the favour of the land owners and not the farmers... my dad witnessed how his uncle treated the other members of the Negm family who were working in his lands... and he saw how unfairly treated were those poor lads... Egypt in the 40s had a vibrant political life and my dad was one of the people who were interested since an early stage of his life in politics. So, he tried to explore the different parties that were running the political life in Cairo at the time and none of them satisfied him... and with his readings and what he had seen taking place within his family... he started to turn into a socialist, which was strange for someone who is brought up relatively sheltered in a community like ours. nevertheless, witnessing injustices affected him a lot and drove him to think and read more and more. he was also influenced by his teachers at school... he used to tell us that history teachers were so adamant to show them realities of the ruling family in Egypt at the time... he had a teacher that used to finish teaching them the lesson as it comes in the curriculum of the government then he spends more time elaborating on the lies in that lesson... the outcome in the high school, my dad used to read a lot and go into demonstrations against the British occupation and against the king. he tried later to join a party or two but it was not enough to satisfy him and when the revolution of 1952 brought a change into Egypt and bringing new sets of ideals... he felt that it fitted his dreams for a change and he became a supporter of Nasser's policies. That of course changed the course of his life completely.