And all this time I thought it was me. I really thought I was the only Arab fool who dreamed about some kind of unity in the Arab world, a unity glued with solid and vibrant democracies where everone is welcomed.
All this time I thought I was the only one who felt humiliated at seeing Saddam Hussein standing with a noose around his neck, stoic, ready for his fate. How can I feel that way for this man? Why should I give a damn about this egomaniac who took his country to two wars? Why should I care if the US wants to invade his country and teach him a lesson by making everyone there stand in awe and being shocked over and over and over again with the most sophisticated and powerful missiles?
All this time I thought I was the only one who cared about Palestine when on many occassions I found myself shouting against Israel and the US Congress only to see how everyone around the dining room table went quite, a smirk here and there, maybe a smile, no one looking at me. Always the signal for the end of the conversation.
Every time I heard Hosni Mubarak and his officials say things like "We've sacrificed enough against Israel. We do no need to shed any more of our blood against them for the sake of the Palestinians or whatever other Arab cause!" Every time I heard that I had no argument to counteract with. Why should I? They're right. There's nothing worse than asking somebody else to go die for your cause. The shame I felt, the shame.
All this time I really thought that's how everyone else in the Arab world feels like: "Leave me alone, I have no time for this 'Arab solidarity' nonsense". There's nothing I or anyone can do, the Sykes-Picot agreement has washed everybody's brains into thinking we're not worhty to decide our own fate, together.
But how many times can we be slapped on our faces, laughed at, taken for granted, shouted at, belittled, questioned, despised, be looked down upon by the Powers That Be in the halls of the US Congress, Israel, and their Arab dictator friends before we say enough is enough? How long did they think they can go on like that before everyone at the dining room table would look up and say, "You know what? I feel the same way, too. This bullshit has got to come to an end!"