2023-04-26 19:53:31
After many tours with myself.. and in the markets, I became certain of what has been haunting me for quite some time: We live on waste, in the broadest sense of the term and in its various dimensions, material and intellectual, whether it is our own making or the production of others.
There is no need to search far or deep for proof. It suffices for us to wonder regarding the harms that we are ignorant of or turn a blind eye to, that we consume.. and that surround us:
- What is the percentage and damage of pollution that we encounter in the goods of the women’s market, which specializes in selling used furniture and home appliances, and is known to some under another caricature name?[i]? As if the owners of those shops have become waste, for those who call the aforementioned market a name fraught with feelings of contempt!
- What is the percentage of pollution and damage that we throw in used clothes imported from abroad (Phuk Adyay).
- What is the percentage and damages of pollution carried by used electronic devices and household equipment that are abundant in our markets (computers, phones, refrigerators, cooking appliances, air conditioners, etc…).
- Not to mention the percentage of pollution and damage to used cars and their parts, (Arivage), which are full of “bursaat”. Nouakchott AndNouadhibou And their streets and the streets of all our cities!
- Finally, and this is the bottom line, what is the percentage and damage of pollution in all that we regurgitate from the past of any kind: intellectual, cultural, political…? What is the percentage and damage of the intellectual and cultural waste that invades us from the outside and that we emulate and imitate consciously or unconsciously?
To be honest, I don’t exonerate myself, because I’m like everyone else: I live pretty much on waste. I have owned and used a car from Arrivage for many years, and I often cry over the past. I am not safe from the intellectual and cultural waste that comes to us from others. And all of this despite my fully contained fears of what my vehicle carries of environmental pollution factors, and despite my feeling of sterile rumination on a past in which I have no involvement, and of being subject to intellectual and cultural invasion from others who have their own religion and mine.
Today I am afraid that I will not be able to become a kunya; I repeat: “I was, I was, I was…”, without realizing it. As for those who are below me in age, and those whom God bestowed with the gift of insight and “progressiveness,” these are the ones to be relied upon. May they raise their voices to save us from waste, its material dangers, and its dire intellectual consequences, regardless of its source, internal or external.
Al-Bukhari Muhammad Muammal Follow Favorite
[i] divorced market. Others go so far as to despise it, calling it “the market of jealousy”.
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