I still remember that day of the summer when my uncle passed his slingshot to me before he go to take a nape under the acacia tree near the irrigation canal, I was so happy that I will take the leadership of guarding the corn field from the Sparrow birds, I was 6 years old when i started a new mission in my village life, i put a few stones in the slingshot and shouted "ha wr ha ha wr" when I toss them toward the corn field then the birds flew quickly in cloud shape, I remember also in that day I asked myself what does it mean this mysterious word "ha wr" .
I grew up in this amazing village behind the great ruins, I played lots of games, i did many rituals and I said many words and it was long time before I realise that many many of these things were a part of great ancient heritage of our people and homeland .
Then I knew that Armant, the village town that locating in the south of my village was derived from the word "pr Monto"which means house of god Monto the war god in the Egyptian mythology and that house referring to the temple built for him and remained ruins today in this region.
And the village in the north "shanhour"is still has its name in the ancient times which means the bless of god Horus .
As much I moved forward in my studies I was amazed of the great deep civilising influences in our daily life .
Omg, The sparrow bird character in the ancient Egyptian alphabet gives the sound "wr" !!!!!!!!
When I saw the scenes of the two sister goddesses Isis and Nephtes sitting on the birth chairs giving birth of their two sons Horus and Anubis I remembered my way between the spiny wild plants on the trails to the mud-break wall of the Karnak temple to tear out the two big breaks on which my mother will sit when she will give birth of a new member of my family and behind every little story was a big question has no answer in that time. Why should we get them from there ?!
Off course the same reason that makes the ladies of my neighbours who want to have children and they are late go to touch the fertility symbol of god Amon on the walls of his worshiping place, or walk around his morning manifestation of happiness and good luck the Scarab statue and wash themselves in the water of the sacred lake .
I heard the echo of that civilisation is still frequented every where, on the walls. Of the tomb of Ramose in the valley of the nobles when the paid mourners screaming behind his funeral procession and how it's typically like the scene of the now days ladies in upper Egypt walking behind their Dear relatives on the way to their final resting place.
We are people still live in the past or the past its self still lives between us in different ways, here my neighbour farmers still use the same manual cow plough that used by their great grandfather "Sennedjem" and was depicted on the walls of his very colourful beautiful tomb in the village of the workers in the Theban necropolis, almost nothing has changed
Hundreds of cities and villages still has their names since thousands of years any how,
Tanetrt, the goddess land during the pharaonic era, was Tenteres in the Christian Era and became Dendera today.
Demenhor, the donation of god Horus is Damanhor today
Pr wsir, the house of Osiris, became today Abusir, every region in Egypt has a village with this name.
The Grey stone lady with the lioness head that her figure frightened me many times when I used to see her between the forest of reeds in the way to the grocery shop in the southern side of Karnak while I was riding the donkey behind my father in the trails near the kidney shape lake, she was the protectress goddess of our homeland and the fighter of all dangers that faced our ancient people .
Between the big shafts and above the hills that were made by the many expeditions and behind the carved walls of Karnak on the edge of my village, I spent my childhood playing all kind of games of a village child
When the guards tried to stop me sometimes to not go inside my beloved place, thanks to them, then I thought a lots to find the way that make no power to stop me to be there .
Mohamed Zaki