An Inquiry on Egyptian Nationalism.

It's sad to be this country. Not much people love it. And even fewer people love it for its existence away from the rationalization of how it it.
People hate this country for everything they see in it, and blame it for everything they have to do. Blame Egypt for sexual harassement, blame Egypt for the poverty, and the corruption...blame it for everything.
Egypt is tired. Egypt has been going through changes none-stop since Alexander, or maybe even before that. Not one century was left for it to breathe in and out without wars, and troubles. How can we blame such a country?
Why do we never blame ourselves for what happens to us. See, I am not talking "start with yourself" adversitement bullcrap, I'm talking obvious things, we never teach our children to respect any form of "otherness", why do we blame Egypt, then, for being cruel on the minorities of all types?
My sense of belonging is threatened every single day, in every single way there is.
The way people look at me in the subway like an alien, the way students in my university dont give a shit about people with the injustice when it comes to financial and social standards. The way no one gives a shit except about their own holiday time and their new nail polish colors.
It threatens my idea of Egypt, and being Egyptian. Maybe I live in a dream world, maybe people dont want to be egyptian anymore...it's unkool to be egyptian, we want to be German this week, or whatever.
People ask, why do you love egypt, instead of asking themselves why they hate the very country that held them till they were old enough to think by themselves.
When I say that I love this country, that it's home, people tell me it's because I dont know this country. They claim it's because I live in a bubble, well I dont. My mother works with working children from the age of 5. I know what injustice brings upon the people of this country, but if I don't love it, I will never be bothered to try and change the very little things, the details of life.
People find it strange that I say that this is home. They find it strange because I look like an alien if put in a group of egyptian girls in their early twenties, I would stand out. I do not fit in.
I dont fit it, but I belong.

Home is where the hurt is. And that's not even me, that's U2.