While waiting for an official who does not steal ✍️ d. Hiba bit
* A citizen who has a national identification card and a huge amount of miserable peculiarity *
A rainy gray morning while the officials promise rain, my girlfriend who lives in the country of the diaspora, who hopes to return to the fatherland soon, and suffers from national pressure, an existential question:
Isn’t there an honest official in this country?
I replied it spontaneously:
-Meconnue, but we haven’t met him yet, perhaps because he does not leave the house so that he is not accused of anything!
I wisely replied a woman who tasted all the types of pain in the strangeness of nostalgia and my captivity:
Maybe it exists, but it does not appear on the television, does not carry a suit and has no (tie), and has no footnote of the drummers and the beneficiaries. It is an off -sized fairy object!
We laughed together, then closed our phones, and in the heart, it was sorrow and oppression.
We live in a homeland where responsibility is similar to a plate (authority) with seven vegetables, but of a special type: (tomatoes) have been distributed to large entrepreneurs, (cucumber) transformed into projects in the rent (the islands) have melted in the offers and all kinds of (aperitifs) are cooked from the flames of high price, of diseases and want to inhale it (with love). For options, because pain is a national duty that the citizen should carry out.
Dear Citizen: You do not need proofs in the time of transparency lost to write a report on corruption, just listen to the increase in the prices of medicine, gas and basic products, for real estate brokers and fights, then it comes out of mosques. I bought an consciousness used at a price in several payments on the citizen, and some of them have become a vision of corruption with the case law of Maliki and Islamic legislation.
The official of this beautiful country has become painfully like the “Djinn”, we hear a lot about him and see his effects only on the budget, as we only show in rhetorical festivals, the seasons of gelatinous conferences and the corruption of non -visible corruption.
Corruption has become a phenomenon like (water) is present in all public places, free and without password, a recorded brand distributed during meetings while candy is distributed in weddings.
Calamity is not that corruption exists, but rather that it has become decorated, founded, practiced in an eloquent language, and it is published on reports signed and sealed on the bodies of control themselves, those who see nothing, do not hear anything and say nothing … as if it entered implicit life.
People have lost their confidence in civil servants, and they are satisfied to watch from afar, because we watch a trivial film on one of the bad chains, it does not laugh or cry, but it is shown every day, and with the same heroes, with the same scenario, with a slight change in tone:
“We are here to serve citizens!”
In fact, they are there to use each other. As for the citizen, his place is kept in the queue, on sidewalks or in newsletters when they speak of “the social scale”.
However, no one despairs of his homeland, everything is possible in this country, so that one of them said:
“We can make a supposition!”
Everyone has applauded and forgotten that the report is programming (corrupt) and that the road is heavy with excavations and bureaucracy, and that the radar will only stop you because you dream of going there.
Yes, we are still waiting for the civil servant who does not fly, and if it does not come, we can be satisfied with the one who flies with a “little taste”, does not make us feel that we are only figures in open looting books, although the civil servant and the well do not realize that it is corrupt, but it feels that it is only “intelligent” or “arrange things”, or as it said:
We do not fly, we improve our situation!
Although he improves his position, the citizen improves his skills by comparing the prices of medicine and petroleum, and (flour), this citizen who dreamed of a time with a certain time, turned into a philosophical object, asking existential questions of a type:
Will I buy sugar or pay the semi-invalid electricity bill?
Should I buy pants for my child, or do I buy the medication for my wife?
Is it a real civil servant or a modified photo with Photoshop?
The people of my country no longer hate the officials, but they were allergic to them, it is enough to say (an official), until one of them begins to be stingy in his empty pocket or suffers from a black chuckle attack. Someone can say:
But there is honest!
Yes, there is really honorable, but they are consumed in the media like spices, just to recommend the big “kitchen”.
Corruption in my country takes incredible geometric shapes:
-When the money takes place between the same names.
-When privileges go up to the top.
-Arify when relations are stronger than the law.
As for the citizen, it is a small point in the margin, his only task: applause and silence, and the rhetorical sentences do not end: “serve the fatherland”, “reform”, “the advancement of the social situation” and the greatest calamity “fighting corruption”, as if it were an external invasion of extraterrestrial and non -corrupt and discomfort of our skin!
However, we are still waiting for the civil servant who does not steal, or at least, the manager who flies without making fun of our intelligence .. and until the appearance of this legendary being, we will continue our normal life: laugh, depressed and hope that corruption will become an export currency, we will be able to make a surplus in the trade balance! …
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