Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Bassem Sabry

Asalamu Alaykom,

From God we come and to God we return.

Yes, it's another person dying.  People never actually stop dying.  They are ALWAYS dying; we just don't know all their different names.  I know the name of Bassem Sabry and I want you to know him too.

You can read his blog, "An Arab Citizen."

You can read his tweets here.

I knew him from Twitter.  We had a friendly on-line communication from the very first week I joined.  He was welcoming from the start.  We tended to find the same things funny or meaningful.

He would take these breaks from Twitter.  I missed him.  I missed him because I don't really have friends here.  If he was gone too long, I'd check on him.  I would always welcome him back.  He became a kind of a friend.  He called us, "post-modern friends."  I was OK with that.

It wasn't that we were in constant communication; it was that I knew he would be there.  It's been hard to live in Egypt and not to have a network of people I can connect with on any meaningful level.  Bassem Sabry helped me to feel not so alone in an increasingly strange place.

I think I helped him too.

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@AfterHardship thanks Yosra :) means the world to me
12:46 PM - 25 Oct 13

When I read that I wondered if he was pulling my leg.  Was he being sincere?  I wrote an email.

Fri, Oct 25, 2013 at 3:47 PM

Asalamu Alaykom,

That was an honest "meant the world" comment?  I'm not good at reading snide so I'm taking it at face value.

If so, then that's cool.

I'm being honest.  I know that Sand Monkey gets a lot of readership but he's too slanted in his views.  I like that you are still searching for answers.  I am too.  I'm not exactly sure what's going on in Egypt.  I think that the people who say they do know are either lying (at least to themselves) or are delusional.  

Keep believing that your voice matters.  It does.  

Sometimes I worry that this country's events take too much of a toll on you.  Don't let them do that.  

My Best,


He wrote back.

Sat, Oct 26, 2013 at 6:23 AM

I'm fully honest with this. It did mean the world. Can't stress that enough ya Yosra.

I am honestly searching for answers. But I'm also searching for questions. When learning about writing years ago, I learned about Socrates who believed that a well asked question is a sublime art form and alone represents most of the path towards an answer. And the fact is: Egypt is confusing as hell, both morally and intellectually.

Other than that: Mahmoud provides an interesting angle much of the time for sure.

Definitely this all takes a toll. For two and a half years one - as are others - has been at the heart of all of this life and death, ups and downs, democracy and autocracy, success and failure, humans soaring and others sinking. It does break our souls eventually. But sometimes all such a soul needs is the honest gentle worried inquiry by a good person like yourself, and I'm grateful for that.

Thanks for letting me know I still matter :) I needed that push in the midst of this madness. Stay strong, sane, humane, and wonderful.


Yes, B., you still matter.  Even after your sad death, you matter.  Didn't you know that?

I'm not the only one who cares.

Time Magazine cares.

Al-Jazeera cares.

Mashable cares.

Huffington Post cares.

Dear Readers, I want you to care.  I want you to take a moment in prayer to ask for God to forgive Bassem Sabry his faults, to reward him for his good works and to grant him Paradise.

I hesitated to write this next part; in fact, I waited a couple of days.  Why?  It sounds a little too contrived.  If I were to write a story and think up some symbolism to add, I would probably add this.  The funny thing is, that I didn't.  I didn't have to make it up because it happened.

When I turned on Twitter this Wednesday and saw Betsy Heil's announcement about Bassem, I went into a kind of shock.  For some reason, I thought that maybe I didn't really know his name.  Maybe I needed to double-check my emails from him to know for sure that, "Sabry," was his last name.  It was a ridiculous thing to do but it was my last effort at keeping the truth at bay.

Upon seeing his name and confirming without a doubt that he had passed, I realized that the only thing I needed was prayer.  In a bit of a muddle, I got up from my desk and that's when my husband walked in the door.  He asked me what was wrong and I stammered that a man I knew on Twitter had died.

I made wudu and got myself into the darkness of the bedroom with our prayer rug in front of me.  I needed to focus on feeling connected to Allah; to accept the will of Allah.  With each movement, I did my best to submit to what had happened but the tears came.  It was when I was in sujud that I heard the crash.

Something had fallen and shattered.  My husband was in the kitchen and he had broken a glass.  I knew there was only one thing it could possibly be but I pushed it from my mind so I could re-focus.  I needed to pray.  

My mother says that there is a very real psychological shift when glass breaks.  It has happened to me before.  I have felt that moment before when the crash of glass has snapped me into a new mindset.  I felt that in my prayer.  I felt that I must be very careful with my thoughts and not let them run away from me.

I also felt how symbolic the moment had been.  For three years, my husband had used only one glass mug for his tea and he's been unerringly careful with it.  Emblazoned on the mug were the Egyptian flag and January 25, 2011.  Originally, it meant a lot to him.  Later, it made him feel let down.  Either way, both the mug and the Revolution were his.  

Bassem Sabry had done so much to push Egypt forward beyond January 25.  Many of his tributes called him, "optimistic," but I think of him as more of a realist.  Things simply had to get better... but then they didn't.

At the exact moment I was praying for the soul of one of Egypt's most devoted sons, who fell to his death, our home's only symbol of the Revolution fell and broke.  It didn't fall onto the ground, oddly enough.  My husband told me later that it fell into the garbage.  More symbolism?

It is so fitting that it happened.  Subhanallah.  Allah is the best of planners and gives signs all the time to those who believe.  Alhumdulillah for everything.  Alhumdulillah.


Marie said...

Such a tragedy Yosra. Thank you for sharing this story.
I think this shows that our words can do a difference in other people's life.
I do pray for each victim. May Bassem Sabry rest in peace.
Take good care of yourself dear.

egyptchick7 said...

I didn't know who he was by name, but I had definitely read some of his work from Al-Monitor, a really good news outlet I have been enjoying as of late...

Accidental fall from his balcony??? Hmmm...Allah hu allem...May Allah grant him Jannah

I have been reading Sandmonkey literally since 2004-2005, also BigPharaoh...Although Sandmonkey's opinions are definitely one sided, he was like the one of the only bloggers at the time writing ferociously and made the world take notice; he helped spur the revolution although today it looks like it should be thrown in the the end of the day, revolutions are hard and changes do not come overnight...

Sorry you lost a friend :(

Party of 5 said...

Thank you for sharing his words Yosra (didn't know him before).
May Allah grant him eternal peace *ameen*.