The metaphors you may use to represent the following subject
are limitless. Think of the alcoholic that is taken on a tour of a brewery and
told he can feast his eyes but not his mouth. Think of the drug addict that is taken
on a tour of a cocaine laboratory and told he can smell the air in the room but
not sniff the stuff on the table. Think of the horny adolescent that is allowed
to roam inside a harem of almost naked girls and told he can look at the
luscious bodies but not touch any part of them.
This is what happened to those who smelled blood, and like
hyenas whetted their appetites. Unable to contain themselves, they went beyond
the whetting, and exploded bombs of anticipation in their entrails – I am here
paraphrasing someone I knew long ago who used to say: they explode bombs of joy
in their bellies. But then came the big disappointment when the blood that the
human hyenas were smelling turned out to be a teaser that did not translate
into the river of Christian blood they thought was going to spill on
the banks of the Nile
River – a la Jewish Bible
– and nourish them for a thousand years or more.
And no one knows more about those bloodthirsty monsters than
we, the Christians of Egyptian origin that live in the diaspora. For decades
now, they have been trying to recruit us into a demonic scheme, one that would
have sown discord between the Christian minority living in Egypt and the
Muslim majority there. When the monsters could not find enough of us to
recruit, they put together a plan by which they generated false rumors about
incidents that happened in their imagination not in reality, and certainly not
in Egypt .
They told stories about Christians being murdered by the thousands in Egypt , and
stories about churches being burned to the ground by the dozen.
At first, we did not understand the rationale behind putting
out rumors that were demonstrably false. The exercise did not make sense to us
till one day, we discovered that we were not seeing the many dimensions of the
scheme. As it turned out, the monsters over here (in the continent of our
diaspora) were counting on the monsters over there (in Egypt ) to
finally “get the message” and do their part. As it turned out, the monsters
there did get the message and did what was expected of them. But it also turned
out that the monsters over there were not the feeble minded Christians that
everyone expected but the feeble minded Muslims who understood that they could
command the attention of the media here by burning the churches there.
They tested the validity of that message by attacking a
church, and lo and behold, the media here exploded with uncontrolled joy.
Whatever the time of the year, it was like Christmas, New Year, Chanukah, the
Festival of Light and the Fourth of July rolled into one at Fox News, CNN and
NPR where the appetite of anticipation for more to come exploded in their
bellies – not like an earthly bomb but like a cosmic supernova. And when the
freaks over there noticed the joy of the monsters over here, they decided to
deliver the big one for them to feed on as much as they want, for as long as
they wish.
But like the alcoholic, the drug addict and the horny
adolescent who discovered that the teaser was no more than a mirage meant to
make them suffer their weaknesses, the monsters over here got the surprise of
their life when the Muslim families in Egypt joined their Christian brothers
and sisters – and stood with them, with the police and with the military to
protect the churches of that ancient and most peaceful of civilizations.
It happened in the end that the freaks had failed to do what
they set out to do; they failed to shed the Christian blood that the monsters
and the sickos over here hungered to have. They did not have it; and they will
not have it to lick, to quench their thirst or appease their hunger.
All I can say to these people is this: Dance your way to
death if you wish Fox News, CNN and NPR, you'll never get to lick my blood or
that of my kinfolks in the old country.
You'll waste your lives anticipating a promise that will
never be fulfilled, and you'll die disappointed that you were born as stupid as
this.