Monday, June 16, 2003

Welcome to the Arab Street Files

I can hear the sirens already. I can envision the mukhabarat officers knocking on my door at any moment to take me away to wherever it is they take anti-government suspects.

I haven't even written anything yet, but nevertheless they could probably knock together a solid case for prosecution against me in a military tribunal, on the basis of thought-crime, which would be publicised in the state-controlled newspapers and have countless sheesha-heads in cafes across the country discussing the horrible injustice done to a misguided young man who dared to speak the unspeakable. They would probably be very concerned about it, for a few minutes anyway...