How refined your feelings are when hearing of someone’s death, depends reversely on how strong the bond between you were. The stronger the bond, the less you are able to bear it, and your mind’s ability to reason with it. For you can reason with it. There are 200 who died yesterday. But, surely, there are more in the world who died at the same time. Only, since these 200 were ‘us’ that we look at them differently. But you can still, despite condemning it, think reasonably and rationally about it, because you are able to remember that people die eventually or that the world is indeed unjust and full of power misuse. You can even understand why those who aren’t as distant as you are, are crushed by it. You understand your friend’s pain for losing his father or mother, even though you don’t feel it, and perhaps don’t even agree that it deserves all that grief.
If you can do that kind of understanding, that is enough for me. I’m about to write my friend’s eulogy. He was killed yesterday.
His name is Mostafa Hendawy, and he was everyone’s reference, if they knew him, if they ever said the phrase: ” … don’t get me wrong, I know a lot of Muslim Brotherhood members who are the best of people!”, after bashing the Muslim Brotherhood. He was an exemplary person; amiable, kind-hearted and enthusiastic. He was a lot older than me, 7 years, and he was my boss at a point in time in the company he was a manager of up until yesterday. Despite that, and because of my extended knowledge of him, and him of my family, our relationship was no less than that of mutual friendship.
While you may have seen, before, the brutality of all those who hide their evil, power-hungry selves behind a badge, the death of someone close to you strikes deeper than your own mind’s previous rational conclusions, of how little they value life, dignity or rights. You knew that person, and you expect that knowledge to, somehow, make a difference, to matter, and to weigh heavily on the non-existent scale of life and death. But it didn’t, and you can’t help but realize the ugliness and vitality of power, and how little Right can do against Might when they fight to the death for an individual’s life.
Hendawy is but one. Hundreds died, and more will follow. How long before it is right to use might to defend that which is every man’s first right that cannot be given by a human to another and therefore cannot be taken from a human by another: ‘life’.