My flight back from Beirut landed a few hours ago. I'm back in Cairo. I'm back to AUC. I'm back for another exhausting and meaningful year. I'm back for another semester. I'm back as a different person. I've grown a lot in the last 3 days in Beirut after attending the Arab Free Press Forum. It was exciting to hear testimonies from journalists and it was also painful to hear about journalists being persecuted, condemned, kidnapped, tortured , imprisoned or even assassinated. I attended the commemoration of Gebran Tueni, a veteran Lebanese journalist assassinated in a 2005 car bomb.
He is not the first journalist to die in the name of journalism, in the name of free speech and in the name of human rights. Mab ye I was just naive, but when I listened to Tueni's story and other similar stories, I realized the burden journalists carry. They have a lot of responsibilities. To reach out to the national and international audience, to investigate and do the unthinkable to get their stories, to report accurately and objectively and to defend what they believe in.
This part of the world is difficult. Sometimes it's easier to get out and pick the easier option, life elsewhere, but I can't. We can't and we shouldn't. Allow me to ask a question:-How are we expected to bring change if our life is at stake every single time?
They say to whom much is given , much is required. I already feel the weight of responsibilities weighing me down, but I also feel the voices and perseverance of the people uplifting me.
I keep thinking about the sacrifices some journalists make for their career, cause or even the whole population. It's a risky job and self-preservation is not held dearly. I try to put myself in their shoes and it inspires me....it also scares me. I'm passionate about some causes, human rights, women's rights, good governance etc... but how far am I willing to go?
I don't know.
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