February 11, 2011 @ 02:59 pm by Jacqui Lewis
I was on the phone a little while ago with my mother. She is on the way to the doctor, to discuss a regimen to address her cancer–will she need chemo and radiation or just one?
It is not an easy conversation, but I send her phone love and kisses as she walks out the door with my dad.
My mom is a fiercely loving and generous person, and she is afraid right now. She is afraid that we are worried about her, she is afraid that she might not be here long enough to see RJ grow all the way up. She is afraid the doctors may not save her, not for long enough, and I understand that.
Sabrine, another mother, another brown mother a world away was afraid this week, too. Afraid for her son. Afraid for the violence and for his life.
“He kissed me goodbye and said, ‘Don’t be afraid.’ Then he looked me in the eye and said, ‘You are not my real mother. Egypt is my real mother. I must go save her.’ He gave his life for his country.”
– Sabrine, recounting her son Mohammed Badr’s goodbye as he left for the protests in Tahrir Square, Cairo, where he was shot and killed. (Source: Los Angeles Times
Mohammed laid down his life for his country, for freedom.
There is a song, Sweet Honey in the Rock sings it, known as “We Who Believe in Freedom Will Not Rest Until it Comes” (Ella’s Song).
Muhammed can rest easy now, an eternal rest. His mother Egypt is free. He did help save her.
And Sabrine, his other mother, can let fear go, release it to the wind, release it in the shouts and cheers.
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Preparing ethical leaders for a just society. Posts by Jacqui Lewis, Senior Minister.