





Treading Water Winded, throat burning, I’m feeling the taunt of the finish line How many things in aging body and my life need fixing— how many relationships are set akilter Whimsically, try sometimes forgetting the balance, shut the laptop, listen to the rain on the window On a quiet afternoon, when my face studies yours, what psychedelic radiance glows within irises? On the night of a party, I wonder who will flick off the room’s lights and watch the night-shadows when we leave. Heather Sager lives in Illinois where she writes poetry and fiction. Most recently, she has contributed poetry to The Dawntreader, Meat for Tea, The Opiate, orange juice, The Stray Branch, The Nature of Things (Lone Mountain Literary Society), and more journals.
abstract world are we running out of paint conversation corner . . . where we sit to check our phones trapping mix of flavors in the casserole heat dome back then how little we knew about anything she tells me hubby won't be joining her for dinner widow angle broom yet my corners unswept toasting her campaign contributions party atmosphere tubes to the outside world incubator whispers of shadows they tell me everything about you casting his vote with confidence fisherman Roberta Beach Jacobson (she/her) is drawn to the magic of words–poetry, song lyrics, flash fiction, puzzles, and stand-up comedy. Her latest book is Demitasse Fiction: One-Minute Reads for Busy People (Alien Buddha Press, 2023). She lives in Iowa with her husband and three cats.
Thoughts I Sing Are His Soul Variable faiths adopted and practiced by each race loiter, Between the sunrise and sunset, are witnessed by our life- Churches, mosques, and temples are monstrously built, To worship the Almighty to protect us from any strife! The spirit of good reign thrives in stellar space, But the terror of desert softly questions not why- And my poetic eyes wander or bathe in copper sunrays, As a child of the morning star under the Autumn sky! I have leaned freely on the God’s shoulder, as my pillow, And sung His glory over happy or sad days and nights- It taught me nothing but the madness of life in dessert, And there’s neither God nor evil, in darkness or lights! I never heard it or learnt in any other decisive way, But it may be the superstition in my Bedouin soul- And the race issues of the world burn my thoughts, To make me feel like a horrible living flaming coal! At times, I dare neither to lose nor to fear, About a situation that may suddenly appear- But in others, my Gypsy-broods seem to tell, I should feel neither a shame nor a cheer! So, in a paradoxical manner of my freedom banner, I surely confess: Thoughts that I sing are His soul- And my solo ride of life on the global ocean of love Will dilapidate me with horses’ neigh, or rock-n-roll!! “Milestone” July 5, 2024 Hillol Ray, D.Litt., Ph.D. (Doctor of Humanity), D.Phil. (Theology), Ph.D. (Honoris Causa), D.Phil. (Nigeria), D.Litt. (Morocco), Poet Laureate, Author, Translator, is an Environmental Engineer with the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) in Dallas, Texas. He is listed in Who’s Who in Asian-Americans, Marquis Who’s Who in America, Who’s Who in Science and Engineering, and Who’s Who in the World. His books “Wings of Time”, “Metamorphic Portrait” (Amazon. Com) -recently released. Web Links: https://bwesner.wixsite.com/hillolraypoetry https://bwesner.wixsite.com/hillolraypoetry/e https://bwesner.wixsite.com/awards-2016-to-2030
The Achilles’ Heel of Liberalism: Rights vs. Responsibilities
By Christopher Bernard
The Tragedy of Rights
We live in a civilization whose power has so outstripped human wisdom, and so strained our moral sense, that it threatens our own existence. Though human extinction is unlikely, a collapse of the human population over the next century is almost certain: the heat waves of recent summers, and Hurricane Beryl, the earliest level 5 hurricane ever recorded, are merely a few of the stark warnings nature is giving us. Everyone knows the tedious clichés of horror we face, though few seem really to believe them – from the climate crisis to nuclear war, from the dangers of artificial intelligence to those of microplastics and forever chemicals, from the destruction of biodiversity to the depletion of nonrenewable resources, from the death of vast swaths of the oceans to the collapse of the Gulf Stream and a potential thousand-year winterization of Europe.
If we truly believed in the coming of these disasters – as unambiguously as we believe it when we see a truck barreling toward us at an intersection – we would, of course, respond, if only in pure reflex. But we obey another cliché: like a deer in the headlights, we freeze in panic. We don’t know what to do, or whether doing anything is even possible: every door seems locked, every path closed. We feel trapped in a society, culture and political system that seem to allow of no fundamental change, even when they threaten the destruction of ourselves and the system itself.
The humiliating irony is that we even know why this is so: a comparatively small number of people are making an enormous amount of money and acquiring a vast amount of power from the current political and economic order, and they either cynically don’t care what the future threatens (“After all, I’ll be dead, so what do I care what will happen to people I’ll never know? After all, I don’t owe anyone anything”), or they naively think they will escape its worse consequences (“The rich can always protect themselves. We’ll build bunkers in New Zealand or colonies on Mars if Earth gets too hot. We’ll just have to get out in time”).
How did this come to be? Is it just a result of forces beyond our control? Are we merely the result of the beanbag of fate tossing us back on forth between powers we have no influence over? And yet one thing above all things is clear: we made it happen. Collectively and individually, we are responsible for it.
And there lies an irony indeed.
At the heart of our world are two closely linked values that are foundational to our culture and enshrined in the Declaration of Independence and Bill of Rights: the rights of the individual and the maximization of personal liberty, the foundational ideas of liberalism, both left (“progressivism”) and right (capitalism, “neoliberalism”). Who can argue with the idea of personal freedom? We all love our liberty and are touchy about anyone who wants to take it away from us. These ideas are fundamental to the politics of a culture driven by the values of the Enlightenment – of science, reason and freedom – that began, four centuries ago, in the France of René Descartes and the England of Francis Bacon, Thomas Hobbes and John Locke; a culture that continues to dominate the modern world – a world that has created a wealth of prosperity, power and knowledge undreamed of in previous human history.
The selfishness of the rich is, of course, no new story: it goes back to the dawn of history and has powered our sense of human evil since biblical times (Radix malorum est cupiditas – “the love of money is the root of all evil”). But never before our time did we deliberately – and to borrow a decidedly appropriate legal phrase, “with malice aforethought” however much we have fooled ourselves, with generations of economists, into believing that this was a private evil that would yield a public good (as if a private monstrosity could yield anything but a public monstrosity however cunningly disguised) – never before now did we make human selfishness the principal driver of social life, never did we put it in the driver’s seat and let it take the rest of us wherever it wanted, in the innocent hope that all would be well, because, after all, either human beings are naturally good (as Rousseau believed) or the “invisible hand” would apportion goods equitably (as Adam Smith believed) or our natural vices would cancel each other out if we just constructed a political system cleverly enough (as our Founding Fathers hoped).
What? you ask, indignantly. What does a culture of liberty and human rights have to do with a culture based on selfishness?
But a culture that values my liberty as its highest good is a culture that makes my selfishness its only good.
One of the reasons we can see no way out of the labyrinth we have made, where every path seems to lead to an almost certain catastrophe, is that we are committed to a set of ideas that hobbles the very way we think. And at the core of those ideas is precisely the priority we have given to the rights of the individual over every other good. And this is what defines “liberalism” that, with its variants of “right” and “left,” is the dominant philosophy of our time.
Liberalism has believed that by prioritizing such rights we would be able to create a just social order and a more or less happy community. When those results did not happen, and they clearly have not, liberalism believed it was because it had not sufficiently secured those rights; it discovered new “areas of oppression” (on the left, groups oppressed by bigotry and prejudice; on the right, actions limited by governmental restraint) and moved heaven and earth to be rid of them through various forms of “liberation” and “empowerment.” And yet these “liberations” and “empowerments” have not succeeded in creating a more just social order; on the contrary, they have simply added to the economic inequalities and social and political insecurities that define our era. We have descended into a war of rights that can have no end because no group is able to gain a definitive victory – and all are headed toward defeat because the civilization we have created on the back of the liberal dispensation is headed for certain collapse – the only question is when.
There is, nevertheless, one possible way out of this moral dead end, and one that has been available to us from the beginning. And that is to place human responsibility – for oneself, for one’s community, for humanity as a whole, for life on earth – at the moral center of society; not our rights, but our obligations; not our freedom to do whatever we feel like, but our freedom to take on the burdens of the world, explore it in its infinite mystery, defend it when attacked, improve it where it can be improved; to love it with a genuine love, a love that is action and not mere feeling – for its own well-being, not just for what it can do for us. And, if and when we fail, to be penalized, immediately and inescapably.
The Myth of the Autonomous Individual
The doctrine of “rights” is based on the idea that the basic social unit is the autonomous individual. But no one is born an “autonomous individual”; we are born weak, dependent babies completely incapable of taking care of ourselves, into families that must take care of us or we will die: each of us is the result of the mating of a male and a female, and at the beginning of our lives we are entirely dependent on the female, our mother, for our very existence, and not just for a few days or weeks, but for years. We are born as part of a community, not as individuals. We have no “rights,” but we do have clamoring needs. If our parents only cared about their rights and did not put their responsibilities to us first, we would have been very dead very quickly. That is a hard fact – the kind that both neoliberals and progressives, indeed that all liberals – run from like the plague. Because fact is authoritarian; it imposes its will and does not care whose rights it scorns or whose feelings it hurts. The truth is a hard task master, but it is also a dependable one.
The family is the heart of the social order, not the individual. We are not autonomous individuals and we never were: we live within an intricate web of interdependencies without which we could not live at all. We easily forget that and equate humanity as such with apparently autonomous adults – but there are no such things as “autonomous adults” except as a legal fiction; adult human beings are as deeply embedded in dependencies as the smallest infants, though it is not always as noisily obvious. Liberalism made the fatal theoretical mistake of harping on the “rights” of the individual. If we held to a truer metaphor – of humanity as dependent on our parent, the natural world, on the universe itself, with responsibilities to the natural order to help keep it healthy and well so that we too may thrive – obligations, in other words, to the “gods” that created us – we would find it easier to make responsibilities primary; indeed, we might even go further and make rights not something we are born with, but something that we earn after fulfilling our responsibilities. Though this might seem too rational, and certainly too radical, to the liberal dispensers of our world!
But the touchy ego of the western male, the driver of much of western culture and civilization, likes to forget its first humiliating dependency; it likes to think it was born, fully formed, from its own brain, a secular Athena from the Zeus of matter. It takes its ego as primary, not as one of nature’s legal fictions that was once a great convenience when creating a conscious, freely choosing, partly self-creating living creature, but that may have become a bit too big for its breeches and may need to be retired soon.
We have not even looked at the deceit wrapped up in the doctrine of “rights.” The idea, enshrined in the Declaration of Independence, that “we are endowed by our Creator with unalienable rights, among which are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” must count as one of the most hypocritical statements in the history of political philosophy: if those rights were indeed “unalienable,” we could not possibly allow capital punishment or war (which deprive vast numbers of people of the “unalienable” right of life), or incarceration of any kind (ditto the “unalienable” right of liberty), or the impoverishment of tens of millions of people (ditto of the “unalienable” right of the pursuit of happiness) while a handful of billionaires soak up most of the wealth of an entire society. So much for “unalienable” rights! How typically “liberal”: the words sound so nice, so generous, so wonderful, but nobody actually believes them! Only the terminally naïve think we should actually believe or, heaven forbid! act on words we claim to live by. After all, the Declaration of Independence is only a piece of parchment slowly fading away in the National Archives, something we quote every July 4, then put away like a babbling senile uncle no one has to take seriously so we can get on with the real business of life: beggaring our neighbor . . .
Liberalism, with its privileging of the autonomous individual and his freedom above all other social values, has been, sadly, like communism: “wonderful as an idea” (“unalienable rights” on the one hand, “from each according to his ability to each according to his needs” on the other”) “but it’s hopelessly unrealistic.” Yet, in the case of liberalism, for a time it seemed it might work after all, with a generous tweak here and there. And it almost did, piling up prosperity, knowledge, and power from the late eighteenth century to our own paradoxical time. But all the time it was turning into a monster feeding on the globe’s resources and poisoning it with our waste, making the only planet where life is known to exist, and where a sane human being might genuinely wish to live without being confined to a technological prison on a lethal rock orbiting a murderous sun, potentially uninhabitable by the cunning ape that now dominates it. There is another irony: a “catastrophic success” indeed! Not that we weren’t forewarned, from the early socialists (and at least one French chemist) to the environmentalists (“environment”! but there is no “environment”: there is only the natural order within which we live; human beings are natural through and through – though we have become one of nature’s most destructive elements: a species of fire, lightning, hurricane, earthquake: one of the more savage pruners of evolution).
Responsibilities Versus Rights
Enlightenment thinkers rarely examined the role of responsibility in the social order. Montesquieu was one of the few, and his book L’Esprit des Lois was an important influence on the Founding Fathers. The one limitation on the privileging of rights in the American political system has been the doctrine of the rule of law; but a central weakness of liberalism has been its failure to see that this doctrine flatly contradicts the primacy of personal liberty – and the doctrine of the rule of law, though implied, is not in fact to be found explicitly stated in either the Declaration or the Constitution. It would have been different if Thomas Jefferson had included “and endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable responsibilities, among which is respect for the rights of others,” for example. But alas, the idea seems to have slipped his mind . . . or perhaps these words would have been a little too sensitive for a slaveholder, or indeed for any employer!
It is one thing to examine what one has the right to do, quite another to study what one ought to do. And this is thorny because it imposes the necessity of defining the good, something liberals claim to be reluctant to do. Certain obvious social goods could be defined: social peace, orderliness, predictability, the adjudication of conflict and reduction crime, the fostering of social trust. But Enlightenment philosophers were often reluctant to go into greater detail, even though a substantive definition of the good is implied by any assertion that rights are socially desirable. And soon we see one of the foundations of liberal self-deception, most patently in the one of the greatest of all philosophers of liberalism, John Stuart Mill: the liberal claims not to define the good but claims to be open to all definitions of “the good”; the liberal is “tolerant,” “open-minded” – until he meets a definition of good that refuses to tolerate something the liberal, airily, claims is no evil at all (but who gets to define what is evil? The liberal claims “evil” is only what “harms.” But who gets to define “harm”? Only the liberal . . .) – and the “tolerant” liberal is suddenly no longer so tolerant after all. The liberal’s claim to have no substantive definition of the good is then seen for what it is: hypocrisy when not self-deception.
It did not occur to most philosophers of rights (Nietzsche being the most notable exception) that a regime based exclusively on expanding rights must inevitably lead to massive inequalities of wealth and power, and the oppression of the weak and poor by the rich and powerful, unless there was a means to protect rights when rights clashed, inevitable in such a system. The only way to prevent these oppressions and adjudicate between rights would be to enforce a regime of responsibility, not only to honor one’s own rights, but to honor the rights of others as well – above all, to make that responsibility the primary consideration in every social encounter. Two things would be required: a system of power governing society dedicated to the imposition of responsibility, since free people will do whatever they can to avoid it – and a culture that internalizes a morality of responsibility, often via religion, in its members: both a physical and a spiritual governor for the sometimes wayward animal that is the adult human.
An understanding of rights must be linked to one of responsibilities, obligations, duties, until responsibilities are enshrined, not only in enforceable law, but in a society’s moral code and assumptions. And responsibilities must be prioritized over rights; there needs to be, at all times, an unambiguous priority between them. Responsibilities are innate; rights must be earned.
But this is, as they say, a “hard sell.” In a society drunk on its rights, on its “freedom,” no one will want to hear it. As mentioned above, there has been an attempt, in America in particular, to claim the “rule of law” as the necessary basis for freedom, but laws are no better than the human beings who create them and those who enforce and adjudicate them – and human beings are very weak reeds indeed. At the heart of law is rapacity, selfishness, amoralism, greed, thirst for power, and hunger for revenge – with every so often, a drop of human empathy and wisdom, for human goodness may be weak and easily intimidated, but to deny it exists would be merely to concede victory beforehand to the monster that lurks, side by side with the cowed saint, in every human heart.
We have learned, through numerous studies in the psychology of children, that human beings are reflexively altruistic: our natural impulses are to help others. This is no veneer of virtue; it is our moral bedrock. We instinctively abhor injustice, suffering, and oppression and reflexively seek to end them. I would go further: we hate selfishness of all kinds, including our own. The last thing we want to do, when, in childhood and early adolescence, we are still ruled by our inborn impulses, is to think primarily about “number one.” Further, we instinctively desire to live in a moral order, in a place of justice and truth; we are appalled by injustice, duplicity and moral anarchy. Indeed we hate and despise these things – and above all, those who would impose them on us.
Selfishness, on the other hand, is learned behavior – our experiences teach us to be selfish. We become selfish out of a sense of self-preservation and only as our last option. Our first moral pleasure is helping others; our first moral temptation to evil is when we see a thread between our pain and someone else’s smile – and we see our own instinctive altruism as naïve, even perilous to our survival.
But the fundamental problem of a “rights-based” social and political order is that it privileges precisely those instincts we hate in others and ourselves. It is thus no wonder that such a social order leads to a hysteria of insecurity followed by a pervasive sense of nihilism and despair: when we are forced to think primarily, and sometimes exclusively, about ourselves, and to see others as either real or potential enemies, and always as competitors, we are going to end in rebellion against a social order that enforces mandatory selfishness. Yet the liberal order has placed the “self” of humanity at the center of the universe, the “self” of the nation and community at the center of humanity, and the individual “self” – “me,” in a word – at the center of the community. The liberal order has revealed itself as a kind of moral vacuum parading as the highest good, “progressive,” “vindicated by history.” Yet the liberal order is now well on its way to destroying itself and the world it has made. This, after all, is what evil does, what evil is: self-destruction.
Liberals are chronically unaware of this because they fail to make a distinction between their putative goals and the results their endearingly well-meaning but often damaging policies have actually had. When their policies lead to disaster, rather than critiquing the policies or the assumptions underlying them, they double down on both, insisting they will succeed in contributing to human flourishing if only more such policies are imposed throughout the social order. Liberals of both right and left – neoliberals and capitalists, and leftists and progressives both – have fallen, or rather leapt wholeheartedly, into the same trap. Yet when anarchy is imposed on anarchy, the result is unlikely to be a just social order. Capitalism, the economic avatar of liberalism, is the war of all against all; progressivism is its political counterpart. The notion that either one of these could possibly end well is the kind of irrational hope that could only result from certain forms of secular education, from business schools to the postmodern humanities.
Nevertheless, I refuse to give up hope. We are not nature’s most cunning species for nothing. And if we wake up in time to our responsibilities (especially our first and most important one: to protect life of our home, planet Earth), perhaps we will conquer our own worst impulses and survive; perhaps even thrive in a world where we will have earned the right to be happy.
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Christopher Bernard is an award-winning poet and novelist. His collection The Socialist’s Garden of Verses won a PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award and was named one of the “Top 100 Indie Books of 2021” by Kirkus Reviews. His most recent books are the first in the “Otherwise” series of children’s books – If You Ride A Crooked Trolley . . . and The Judgment Of Biestia.
The royal tombs of Tanis are falling silent!!
Do you see why this important archaeological discovery has not received a share of publicity?
And a luck of Fame!
Perhaps the timing of the disclosure in 1940 was a hindrance to its popularity.
Where most of the countries of the world were participating in another-humanitarian – disclosure:
“The Second World War”!! The world only needed to hear the aircraft shells and the sound of guns.
As for the greatest archaeological discoveries about the tombs of the Kings of the Twenty-First and twenty – second dynasties in San al-Hajar, an event equal in importance-and perhaps surpassing-the discovery of the Tomb of King Tutankhamen in 1922.And the accompanying resounding fame shook the corners of the world. It seems that in 1940, the world did not need more shaking and destruction!
In 1940, the French archaeologist Pierre Montet unveiled the missing “Tanis” after more than twelve years of research and excavation, and also found a complex of royal tombs consisting of three intact burial chambers, which is a rare and amazing discovery.. These tombs contained precious and dazzling funerary collectibles, such as golden masks, coffins made of silver, and elaborately made stone, and were also filled with some other precious items, such as bracelets, necklaces, pendants, tableware, and amulets.. In addition, those tombs were teeming with various relics from statues, vases, jars and others that still testify to the power and wealth of the rulers of that city in that period.. The discoveries of Monte also had other important consequences; one of the Kings of Tanis, the previously unknown king shashang II, was found wearing precious jewels that belonged to the famous King shashang I, whose name is mentioned in the Bible, which prompted Silverman to say: “this proves to you how important the Kings of Tanis were at that time”.
The hill “San al-Hajar” is located at the entrance to the town named after the hill, and administratively belongs to the center and city of Husseiniya, Sharqiya governorate.It is located northeast of the city of Cairo and is about 130 km away from it and about 20 km south of Manzala Lake, and The Hill area is about 3 km north-south, 1.5 km east-west. It was formerly the capital of Egypt during the 21st Dynasty (1078-945 BC).M) for reasons related to the privileged location and the religious conflict that erupted in the city of barramsis, “the village of Tel El Dabaa currently or qantir – the center of Fagus – Sharqiya governorate”.
Tanis enjoys a strategic and vital location because of its supervision of the Tanis branch of the Delta and the possibility of access by ships through Lake Manzala, and the receding water and the drying of the” belozi” branch, which was passing through the city of “barramsis”, the large capital of Egypt before the establishment of “Tanis” led to the migration of that city and at the same time the activity of the Tanis branch led to the prosperity and reconstruction of the city of Tanis.
As for the origin of the name of Tanis as the creator of the stone ; where the Egyptian traveler ( one Ammon), during his famous visit to Pylos, raised the late reign of the Ramesses-he lived during the reign of Ramses Xi (Twentieth Dynasty) – He passed by the city of “ajnet” and from this hieroglyph it turns out that it is a maritime city and a large port and it was mentioned that it was the seat of cymindis without a royal reference to him, which suggests that cymindis was the ruler of Tanis before the foundation of the 21st Dynasty and he is credited with moving the capital from bramses to Tanis .Some Assyrian sources described this city as Sanu Sanu, and the Greek sources of Tanis TANIS, and in the Middle Ages Tanis became a large quarry and was called the Tanis stones, and then finally the stone maker.The men of the French scientific expedition were the first to visit the”stone maker” area in 1799, and recorded and described its apparent effects.
The famous French archaeologist “Mariette” was the first to carry out scientific excavations in four seasons in 1859, 1860, 1861, and then the 1865 season. The second excavator who shed light on the archaeological area was the “Flinders Petrie”who came to the site in 1884.Since the first discoveries, the site of Tanis has been linked to the capital of the Hyksos”oaris” due to the many traces found there dating back to this era.
It was also possible to link this site with “Ramses” after traces of “Ramses II”were found there in large quantities. Some researchers have argued that oaris, Tanis and perramsis are three names of one city. In 1940, the expedition of the University of Strasbourg, headed by the French archaeologist”Monet”, succeeded in revealing the royal tombs of the Pharaohs of the Twenty-First and twenty-second dynasties. The most famous pharaohs who based Tanis include the Pharaohs psosenes I, osorkon II and Shasha naq III.
1-the Tomb of susins I ( 1040 – 993 BC.M)
Symonds-the Twenty-First founder of the dynasty-entrusted his powers before his death to his son psosenes I, who ruled the whole country for seventeen years ( 1040 – 993 BC.His name means “the star shines in the city “and he also took for himself the nickname “Ramses psocenes”, one of the greatest participants in the construction of the temple of Tanis; where he built the wall of the temple. The first”psocenes” ordered that his tomb be built southwest of the temple Sanctuary, between the Great Temple and the brick wall. His tomb consists of:
A well-constructed of limestone, almost square in shape, without its walls of Inscriptions, a passage on the eastern side, two granite stones and two stones were added in a later era, and the tomb is built for the Pharaoh “psosens” and his funeral furniture in Room No. 1, as well as for his wife “death of a star” in Room No. 2. “Monte” 1940 revealed her inscriptions and titles on many of them include a gold mask inlaid with precious stones, a necklace of gold and turquoise, pots and dishes of gold, all in the Egyptian Museum.
2-The Tomb of “oserkun II” (945-712 BC.M)
When “osercon II” took over the reign-the twenty-second dynasty-he was about fifty years old, and he made several important renovations in the temple of Bubastis, also dedicated a compartment in Thebes, and issued his orders for the restoration of the Great Temple in Al-fentin. His tomb consists of:
A granite chamber surrounded by limestone and on the East a chamber opens to Chambers 3, 2 and its current entrance to the West, it happened as a result of internal modifications made in chamber No. 4, which is the chamber where osercon II was buried: a rectangular chamber whose walls were covered with pieces of pink granite stones and blocked its entrance with a large block of granite and a large sarcophagus occupied the chamber.
And this granite sarcophagus was huge. The lid of the coffin was also a large piece of granite stone, taken from one of the statues of King “Ramses II”.The tomb is rich in religious inscriptions that shed light on the religious ideas widespread in Egypt in those periods of belief in reckoning, punishment, the trial of the dead and the journey of the deceased into the other world.
3-the Tomb of shashang III: (945-712 BC.M)
Takelot II – the twenty-second dynasty-was succeeded by his grandson shashang III, who was a young man about eighteen years old. His tomb is characterized by the simplicity of construction:
It consists of a well with a base area of about 2 × 3 M and a funeral chamber with an area of about 3×5 m connected to each other through a narrow corridor about 1 m wide .
The burial chamber was built on two granite sarcophagi. The four walls of the chamber also appeared almost intact, and the inscriptions painted on it were not affected by anything, but it turned out that some of the colors of the inscriptions were still fresh when the tomb was revealed. The four walls of the burial chamber are decorated with engravings and colorful images that address some of the religious themes that we used to see in other royal tombs, such as the trial of the deceased, the repudiation of all sins, the journey of the sun, the procession of the gods, in addition to some other funeral scenes. As for the walls of the well, they were left empty without an inscription or decoration, and the coffin was also found empty.
The San al-Hajar area is the best royal tombs area in the Delta, and it still contains many of its architectural and decorative elements, which can be a tourist attraction. The region can be invested in tourism and culture before it’s too late!!
The Tavern The piano played softly. Or the soft piano played a melody to smooth out the edges of another rough week. It had an empathetic touch. She never raised her drink to her lips due to the intoxication of song. Cradled by the booth in the back corner she exhaled a deep sigh, as she tried to avoid Monday. A single glass of a local red was a Friday night ritual. But for now, contentment was beyond the grape as a crescendo built up by masterful fingers on keys of black and white. The beast crouched outside in the dank and dark alley. Its claws grasped fear of tomorrow. The candles brightened smiles. Or bright smiles reflected off the twenty-one candles. But the wax dripped into the cake like the tears of the birthday girl soaked into her heart. A private party of only two in the reserved back room was spotted with a mix of joy and sorrow as was painted on the face of her eldest sister. The pendulum on the clock down the hall stirred the present moment, and at the same time the grief of yesterday. They forced smiles and fought to celebrate the momentous occasion. The beast ogled through the frosted window with eyes of red. Raised above its scarred head was anger against loss. The bent ear heard all. Or the ear of his long-time friend was bent around the corner of the bar -- and listened. Buddies since high school. They were parked on adjacent stools for hours over a couple of pints. One soaked it all in, while the other's blood boiled. One glass was half full, while the other was half empty as he voiced his displeasure of being a useless tool. The spirit of the latter was filled by the dedication of the former. Yet, something lurked in the recesses of his mind. The beast cracked the heavy wood door open as one foot hovered over the threshold. Hidden behind its back was hatred toward another. While others danced their troubles into the hardwood floor, the beast charged in as it splintered the door frame. Shards of indifference pierced the ceiling and walls as a dark veil cast shadows of doubt into the minds of the patrons. Under attack, their route of escape was blocked. It smacked fear at anyone who would succumb to it. It hammered down a steady rage of anger. And from its hidden place, it swung hatred in a berserk frenzy. It preyed on their happiness. The patrons gazed at one another, stunned by the evasion. Or it was an invasion into their refuge. A few begun to shiver and shrink into the shadow. But courage thrived in certain pockets of the tavern. Their strength came not from the spirits displayed behind the bar. Something greater than a strong proof proved a finer flavour. Out from the walls of social exclusion, there arose quality in character. Enough suffered! The fearful woman came to the aide of the birthday girl challenged with anger, while the man tempted by hate turned toward love. In turn, he offered to lighten the burden of anyone who faltered. And they all faced the beast together. For three are stronger than one, or two. “Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” – Ecclesiastes 4:12