Revolution in the Arab World - Observation of a lost soul Blog
Revolution in the Arab World - Observation of a lost soul Blog
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foreign policy • revolution <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> arab world • revolution makers<br />
Egyptians drove <strong>the</strong> revolt that pushed President Hosni Mubarak from <strong>of</strong>fice,<br />
and o<strong>the</strong>r crowds have shaken <strong>the</strong> streets <strong>of</strong> Sanaa, Algiers, and Amman.<br />
Ra<strong>the</strong>r than <strong>the</strong> <strong>Arab</strong> world’s usual suspects—bearded Islamists or<br />
jaded leftists—it is young people, angry at <strong>the</strong> lack <strong>of</strong> economic opportunity<br />
available to <strong>the</strong>m, who are risk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>ir lives go<strong>in</strong>g up aga<strong>in</strong>st police forces.<br />
It’s no co<strong>in</strong>cidence, <strong>the</strong> young people <strong>of</strong> Sidi Bouzid told me, that <strong>the</strong><br />
public upris<strong>in</strong>gs surg<strong>in</strong>g across <strong>the</strong> Middle East and North Africa started<br />
here.<br />
“Every day, my mo<strong>the</strong>r tells me go look for a job, why don’t you get a job,<br />
get a job,” said S<strong>of</strong>iene Dhouibi, 24, when we met <strong>in</strong> January <strong>in</strong> Sidi Bouzid.<br />
“But I know <strong>the</strong>re is no job.”<br />
“I look. Really, I look. But <strong>the</strong>re is no job,’’ he added, so <strong>in</strong>stead he spends<br />
his days do<strong>in</strong>g someth<strong>in</strong>g so common among North Africa’s unemployed<br />
that it has earned its own trade name—<strong>the</strong> hittistes, mean<strong>in</strong>g, <strong>in</strong> <strong>Arab</strong>ic<br />
slang, those who lean up aga<strong>in</strong>st <strong>the</strong> wall.<br />
The oldest <strong>of</strong> three children, <strong>the</strong> son <strong>of</strong> an ambulance driver and a mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
who makes spare cash sell<strong>in</strong>g olives from <strong>the</strong> family’s groves, Dhouibi<br />
spent one-third <strong>of</strong> his family’s monthly <strong>in</strong>come <strong>of</strong> $210 each month for four<br />
years to earn a university degree. When <strong>the</strong> degree failed to land him a job,<br />
his parents doubled down and sent him to school for ano<strong>the</strong>r two years, for<br />
a master’s <strong>in</strong> computer technology.<br />
Now two years on <strong>the</strong> job market with no job, Dhouibi—polite, earnest,<br />
thoughtful, and fluent <strong>in</strong> three languages—spends his morn<strong>in</strong>g with o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
unemployed high school and college graduates at <strong>the</strong> stand-up tables <strong>in</strong> Sidi<br />
Bouzid’s Café Charlotte. He nurses a c<strong>of</strong>fee, thanks to <strong>the</strong> change his mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
gives him from her olive sales. He goes home for lunch, visits an Internet<br />
cafe <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> afternoon, returns home for d<strong>in</strong>ner, sleeps <strong>in</strong> a room with his<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r, and wakes, hopeless, <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g to do it all aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
“Imag<strong>in</strong>e your life go<strong>in</strong>g on like this,” he said at <strong>the</strong> Café Charlotte, stand<strong>in</strong>g<br />
over <strong>the</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee that was <strong>the</strong> treat <strong>of</strong> his day. “Every day <strong>the</strong> same.”<br />
When Bouazizi, a hard-work<strong>in</strong>g fruit-seller sent <strong>in</strong>to a bl<strong>in</strong>d rage by a<br />
bribe-seek<strong>in</strong>g policewoman who confiscated his wares and slapped him,<br />
immolated himself on Dec. 17, Dhouibi was <strong>the</strong>re for <strong>the</strong> first <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> demonstrations<br />
that followed.<br />
His best friend, a newly graduated mechanical eng<strong>in</strong>eer with better fam-<br />
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