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Written by Ahmed
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Thursday, 08 July 2010 11:51 |
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My watermelon has no taste and no seed According to Watermelon.org, Egyptians were the first to discover watermelons 5000 years ago and then shared them with the rest of civilization in the 10th century. This is not the first time Egyptians gave the world a first; Risking sounding like a tea party bobber, Egyptians have been pioneers on almost every front - first measurement, first irrigation system, first astronomy, taxation, uniform armies, and of course the most famous first, the mammoth gated single unit real-estate complex for exclusive dead royal residences, and now first live pharaoh mummy in office for 30 years! In spite of all that, giving the world the most intriguing summer fruit is especially sweet. When it comes to eating watermelons, there are many cultural innovations on how watermelons are consumed. The Japanese will elegantly decorate them and give them as gifts. In other part of Asia, people will pickle watermelons - a culinary behavior that is very hard for Egyptians to swallow. Egyptians may pickle their Pharos, but watermelons rank too high in their food chain. Watermelon is considered by Egyptians a live food which should be cut and eaten fresh. It’s getting near that time of year again. Some speculate that the color of the Egyptian national flag was inspired by the colorful watermelons with its white, red and black look. For thousands of years, watermelons have been the fruit of choice for most Egyptians to help them tolerate the brutal summer heat. Egyptians eat watermelons usually after meals as dessert, or they may combine watermelons with feta cheese for the contrasting flavor. The watermelon seeds are often dried, baked, and flavored for light snacking. Watermelons provide Egyptian families with an opportunity for gathering and pastime entertainment. You rarely see someone eating watermelon alone; as Egyptians say, you eat alone you die alone. As a youngster growing up in Egypt in a family of 10, I relished going out on the balcony on summer hot days with my brothers all shirtless and enjoying eating watermelons, holding a big slice with two hands, sticking our teeth into its rich crumbling body, and letting the red juice drip all over our faces and naked chests. This provided us with a much needed cold sweet shower, and the fun didn't end there. We then collected the black seeds in our mouths and started our spitting contest, deliberately and meticulously spitting them in the air to see who could land the furthest or perhaps hit the right targets. I got so good at this game, I could hit a fly standing on the wall across the street with a perfectly projected watermelon seed, a skill that I don't usually brag about or put on my résumé. The best place to have such sinful fun is at the beach in the summer. Since you are already half naked, you don't have to worry about the dripping mess; besides, you have all the sand and water you need to bury the green watermelon rinds and cover the evidence. Eating at the beach is kind of prohibited in Egypt, but Egyptians have an uncanny way of showing civil disobedience, by not following any government regulations or working only 7 minutes a day. Selling watermelon in Egypt is rich with tradition. The street peddlers, their donkey carts loaded with big stacks of watermelons, will go around chanting their admiring jingles describing the beauty of their watermelons. 'Hamar we Halawah' reddish and sweetness, or Ya Gammr, ya Gamer; Oh Embers, like embers, and the confident watermelon peddler will chant Ala Elskinah Ya Helwah, challenging anyone to cut his watermelons and taste them on the spot before buying them, which it is the ultimate technique of picking up a good watermelon. From the tone of their voices you could tell which peddlers you could trust to have good watermelons. There is something intriguing about going through the experience of hunting a good watermelon; it is a form of art and mythology. Egyptians have very exaggerated appreciation of their ability to choose a good watermelon, and they will generously share them with anyone who will listen. Strangers in the street will stop and volunteer their watermelon selection techniques to you, which is a social behavior that is not welcome in other produce picking schemes like tomatoes or oranges. In picking a good watermelon, Egyptians treat watermelon like pets; they will pat them, talk to them, others poke them and feel them, look for a big yellow spots on the bottom, or some will go to the extreme and carry them on their foreheads and listen to them. Until today I have no idea why and what kind of information these people are getting from doing that. I actually saw a Middle Eastern looking man doing just that in the Minneapolis farmers market, but that was before the 9/11 era. Arab Americans nowadays will avoid any display of overly ethnic behavior in public. For me to pick up a good watermelon really is like picking a blind date; it is hit and miss at best, and you can do all the testing techniques you want and still get a bad one. In fact, Americans consumed 368 billion pounds of watermelons last year, most of them are bad watermelons and most of the bad watermelons were consumed in Minnesota (source: Me). It is very hard to grow a good watermelon. I never understood why. Watermelons are 95% water, so once the watermelon growers let the water run freely in the field 95% of their work is done; all they need to do is to work a little harder on the other 5%. To get a good tasty watermelon I was told you need a climate that is very hot and dry, the soil has to be sandy clay, the irrigation has to be precise and timely and the pollination has to be completed when the melons’ flowers are blooming and apparently in a good mood. My first watermelon picking experience here in the States was for a 4th of July picnic. I went to the supermarket to pick up the most consumed fruit in the celebrating of our national Independence Day holiday. I confidently chose a watermelon that seemed to have all the signs of goodness. In the age of genetic engineering and standardization, most of our food is available all seasons regardless of the climate or where you live. As a result, most Americans lost their hunting and gathering skills, so they rely on either machines or illegal immigrants to do it for them. At supermarkets they will stop and approach you and engage in watermelon conversation, and then ask you to help them in picking up a good watermelon. Americans seem to think foreigners are experts on weird things, especially those things that don't require tools or equipment, like pushing a stalled car on the freeway, climbing a tree to save a stranded cat, opening a bottle of beer with your teeth, putting a roof over their heads, or coaching their kids’ soccer team - for many Americans it is still not an American sport, it is not entertaining enough, too many disappointments and you rarely score. The ritual of cutting a watermelon in my family was sacred. Everyone in the family has to be present and seated to witness the ceremony, when the oldest male member of the family will stand up and hold the knife in the air, gently stabbing the melon in the heart and slowly working his way around to complete the kill. Suddenly the two halves of the watermelon will crack open for everyone to see the insides. Imagine the anticipation and the awe, the family reaction to seeing the perfect watermelon with its dark reddish inside. At my 4th of July picnic we didn't have to do go to that extreme, which is what is so great about America: they don't take eating very seriously and they don't spend lots of time celebrate eating, but they eat all the time anyway. Neither the color nor the taste of my watermelon was my biggest concern, however. Under the gazing eyes of the spectators, much to my surprise I found that the watermelon had no black seeds inside the red flesh. Seedless watermelons? That is scandalous! In Egypt I had been cheated with watermelons numerous times at an Egyptian fruit stand, there is no such thing as expiration date. This is a concept that is very hard to grasp for most Egyptians. Since they believe that only God should know the expiration date for anything, they don't throw expired fruit away and they will sell you anything that at first may look great but once they put them in brown bags, it is like magic, it is switched with the rotten ones. In Egypt you should always be careful of anything that is sold in a brown bag, as the culture of cheating there is prevalent. Whatever bad things that I found in my brown fruit bag - rotten Guava, moldy tomatoes or tasteless watermelons - I never felt as cheated as buying a seedless watermelon here in the States. The discovery of that empty red fruit made me feel betrayed and violated. What is next? A skinless chicken? What is becoming of America? First they try to spread seedless democracy into the Middle East, and now they are trying to promote seedless watermelons. Americans, take from me; why can't you just leave well enough alone? People in the Middle East don't want your seedless democracy and definitely not your seedless watermelon. At least if you don't like the taste of Egyptian watermelons, you can always snack on the seed, but when you don't like American democracy, all that is left to relish is the ballet box. Ahmed Tharwat Freelance Writer Producer and Host of the Arab American TV show BelAhdan on MN Public TV Visit the Belahdan website. email
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Written by Ahmed
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Thursday, 27 May 2010 15:50 |
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Like all immigrants, Arab Americans in tough times seek comfort and refuge in the warmth of their ethnic foods. As their nomadic ancestors did in the desert for hundreds of years before them, they carry their food wherever they go to sustain them in an inhospitable terrain. Commentator Ahmed Tharwat lives in Minnesota now, but he grew up in Egypt. He says there is one type of food that is particularly important to him. The sizzle of frying falafel. The rich aroma of shaworma. The smooth flavor of BABA GHANNOU and Hummus, the beauty of artfully displayed meza and the heavy sweetness of Baklava -- all take us back to the comfort and security of our home. But no other Middle Eastern food so reflects our ethnicity and identity as feta cheese. We have as many different kinds of feta as nationalities: Egyptian, Greek, Lebanese, Moroccan and Palestinian. We try them all. So if you want to measure the Arab American melting pot in the United States, don't look at the employment or housing index. Look instead at the consumption of feta and its ratio to the consumption of American cheese. Americans seem to treat cheese as dead food that is wrapped in plastic bags and kept in the refrigerator like corpses, while Arabs like to treat cheese like fresh meat that should be cut before your eyes and kept in the open for everyone to see and smell. Second generation Arab American children; however, lose this reverence right after their first trip to MacDonald's restaurant and experience the taste of the melted cheese in their happy meal. Egyptians never throw their feta away; there is really no such thing as expiration date. When it gets old, it is just renamed! Cheese starts with a name like Areesh, when it gets mushy it is Creemy, then Brameely, and when you can’t stand its rotten smell, it is Mish. They say that there are more people in Egypt who die from eating bad feta than gun shots. Feta enjoys a prominent culinary status in our house. Every morning at breakfast I prepare the Egyptian breakfast trio of feta cheese, pita bread and black olives for my daughter. At first, she enjoyed eating it as much as listening to stories of my Egyptian boyhood. Then she became a teen and I had to quietly sneak feta into her breakfast sandwich under the cover of American cheese. I understand her feelings. When I was a youngster growing up in an Egyptian village in the Sixties, our school used to get American aid in the form of a big block of wrapped cheese. I was fascinated by its different taste and color, not to mention its glossy plastic wrapping. Under protest from my resentful parents, I deserted my ethnic feta cheese and in its place I demanded the colorful American cheese, as flashy as American movies. To village attitudes, rejecting your feta was like rejecting your identity. Today, my wife and I take care not to bring this culinary conflict into our home. We want to reinforce our daughter's multicultural heritage, so we let American cheese and feta cheese coexist peacefully on our breakfast table. My wife dislikes the smell of feta, but she stops short of charging me with chemical warfare. For my part, I say nothing of her infidel cheese. And as a family we all together enjoy the diversity of all cheeses. Landscape |
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Written by Ahmed
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Tuesday, 24 February 2009 00:03 |
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One Egyptian prisoner was released. Now, how about the rest of Egypt. The leading Egyptian political dissident, Ayman Nour, was suddenly released by the Egyptian regime after spending almost four years in Egyptian prison. In 2005, Mr. Nour was the first Egyptian to challenge the 80-year-old President Hosni Mubarak, who has ruled Egypt for almost 30 years, thanks to marshal law that was imposed on the Egyptian people during the first year he took office. Mr. Nour was comically accused of forging signatures while forming his Al-Ghad (Tomorrow) party; he needed only 50 signatures to legally form his new party; he got 50,000. According to the Egyptian prosecutor’s office, “he was released Wednesday for health reasons”. Now there is a lot of speculation about the Egyptian regime’s sudden humanitarian gesture. In spite of the fact that Mr. Nour has been suffering from severe diabetes during all his time in jail, he was denied medicine and treatment at time. The Some asked whether Mr. Nour struck a deal with the Mubarak regime to secure his own release. "I swear to God there was no deal" with the government, Nour assured his supporters from the Al-Ghad headquarters in downtown Cairo. It was well-known that Mubarak was under tremendous pressure from the U.S. and the West to release Mr. Nour; in fact, the former U.S. secretary-of-state Condoleezza Rice refused to meet the Egyptian president demanding the release of Egypt’s most infamous prisoner known to the West. President Mubarak refused claiming that it is up to the Egyptian court, now the whole legal system in Egypt is on trial; Mr. Nour release was a total surprise to everyone even his wife Gamilah Ismail, he was abruptly dropped off at his apartment in Zamalak; an upscale suburb of Cairo, she was according to her doing some earring when Mr. Nour called her asking for the apartment key. “ I thought it was a trick”, she explained, “this regime could surprise you, good or bad”; she explained. In my last visit to Egypt, I tried to meet his wife at the Al Ghad party headquarter, the police was surrounding the building I couldn’t even get into her damaged office of an earlier arsenal. Earlier this same pressure on the Egyptian regime was applied by the West to release the prominent Egyptian sociologist dissident, Dr. Saad Eddin Ibrahim. Dr. Ibrahim fled Egypt a few years ago, and as he explained to me in an email conversation,” “I am a fugitive now…., continuously on the road between Qatar and the U.S and any country in between that does not have an extradition treaty with Egypt.” Meanwhile, a Washington Post editorial on February 16 argued that President Obama should make any visit by Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak conditional upon the release of Ayman Nour and the dropping of charges against exiled human rights activist Saad Eddin Ibrahim, while Egyptian government sources have said the decision is "not a result of U.S. pressure." Dr. Ibrahim himself weighed in with his thoughts, stating that the release and its timing represent a deliberate, timely gesture of goodwill from Egypt to the U.S., and the "health reasons" justification put forth by the General Prosecutor was simply to "save face" from allegations that the Egyptian regime cave in to U.S. pressure. Ibrahim noted U.S. Senate Foreign Relations Committee Chairman Kerry's visit to Egypt last week, stating the possibility that Kerry carried a message from U.S. President Obama in this regard, and that this step will help Egypt insofar as it will allow Obama to "extend a hand to Egypt," When it comes to dealing with dictators of Arab and Muslim countries, the West has a way of deciding which regime should be changed and which individual be freed. But there are many less-known or unknown political prisoners in Egypt. According to Dr. Alaa Aswani, the Egyptian novelist who wrote The Yacoubian Building, there are “thousands of political prisoners in Egypt”, and “some of them have been imprisoned for more than 15 years without even a trial,” he added. I asked him why they don’t get the same attention from the West, and why no one demands their release? “Their only crime is they are Islamists,” Dr. Aswani sadly explained to me in a telephone conversation. Did Mr. Mubarak release Ayman Nour to warm up to the new American administration? We don’t know for sure and will never know. If we had made a deal. President Mubarak feels that the Obama administration doesn’t have any stomach for getting in the regime changing business, and the Obama administration realize that spreading the democracy thing in the Arab/Muslim world proved to be a risky business, Mr. Mubarak feels President Obama may be willing to work with him to support his effort in grooming his son to take over the Egyptian crown. Which is facing a fierce opposition from the Egyptian street, everyone I talked to in my last visit in Egypt feels that; the 80- year old president spend most of his time napping, and his son Gamal is the one running the country”. As we all should applaud the release of Mr. Nour and Dr. Ibrahim, for President Obama to gain any creditability in the Arab/Muslim street, he needs to stand for all victims of human rights violation, regardless of their political positions. Victims are victims, and Mr. Obama needs to demonstrate to the Arab/Muslim world some sign of change in the inept US foreign policy in the area. He should ask President Mubarak to release all political prisoners; left the marshal law and stop harassing and arresting political oppositions; he should tell him what Millions of Egyptians have been saying for years: “Kefayah.” Enough. Mr. Obama shouldn’t meet or visit with Mr. Mubarak until he complies. One Egyptian prisoner has been released; now how about the rest of Egypt. Ahmed Tharwat/ Host of the Arab-American TV show BelAhdan Minnetonka, MN www.belahdan.com
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Written by Ahmed
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Monday, 01 September 2008 21:20 |
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Page 1 of 2 Holidiversity: dinner with the inspection team A few years ago and as an Egyptian Muslim living in America, I celebrate the holy month of Ramadan during the winter month of December -- fasting during the shortest days of the year it was a blessing from the sky. As a Muslim who has been married to an American woman for 20 years, I wanted to celebrate Ramadan and Christmas at the same time. Wow, I thought to myself, what an occasion: our two religious celebrations combined into one magic evening in my house, an evening of transformation that would symbolize our great, diverse life in America. A Ramadan-Christmas dinner would bring a real meaning to our two rich cultures.
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Written by Ahmed
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Sunday, 27 July 2008 13:44 |
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Philly: An American Story
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