Imad Daoud
The sun does not teach us how it rises - for that is its eternal secret since the beginning of the universe; but it always teaches us the belief that the light is returning inevitably. "You rose, oh how sweet your light is, sun the beloved sun" is not a children's song; rather, it is an existential creed, and a universal covenant between humans and light that dawn does not betray!
Until "The Sun" came, to shred this covenant in the ugliest of ways!
Suddenly, they kidnapped the sun from its sacred spaces. They removed it from the realms of myths and poetry and imprisoned it in a plastic cage, then they gave it a commonplace name: "The Sun." This is not theft, but linguistic rape, a prelude to bodily violation. What could be worse than a killer who ambushes you in the name of your childhood song?
It was not just a marketing designation, but rather an announcement of the end of an ancient era and the beginning of a new era in which sacred symbols are sold as commodities in modern slave markets!
Winter, at our place, falls with all its severity on all surfaces, but it - in its harsh truth - reveals that we do not live in one season. There are two winters sharing the same geography: winter for the rich, where warmth is a given right and an aesthetic luxury, and winter for the poor, where warmth is a matter of existential wager, and a terrifying equation between two deaths: a slow freeze that kills slowly, or suffocation that kills instantly!
In the latter winter, the calculations are made by nights and not comfort, comes "The Sun" with its hellish calculations: "It works 18 days on a single gas cylinder". These are not marketing promises, but indictments of a civilization that has reached an extent to transform the most basic human need into a commodity, and the human body into a unit of measure in profit equations!
The deepest catastrophe is not in the killer plastic box, but in the silence surrounding it!. Institutional silence, heavy - although it came belatedly and reluctantly - translates into clear language: "The lives of the poor are less of a priority". This is not bureaucratic neglect, but an existential philosophy in third world countries: implicit acceptance that the death of the poor is an "operational cost" acceptable in the equation of development!
The irony lies in the source of the initial solo outcry: the Public Security; the organization we are used to seeing as a guardian of borders and internal security in its broad sense, suddenly found itself the guardian of breaths. Protecting against a new enemy does not come from beyond the mountains but emerges from production lines; fighting a danger that does not carry weapons, but carries "a fake compliance certificate>.
