I read the attention of the investigation prepared by colleague Samaher Saif Al -Yazal, in Al -Watan newspaper, about the suffering of the sellers of “Al -Maksas Market, where he brought me back to me to years when I was accompanying my father, may God have mercy on him, to the market of Al -Maqsas in the heart of Manama, where the crowds and various goods were, my father was fond of old books, turning its pages as if he embraced from his books, but I was looking for anything. Issa succeeded in preserving what it is; Simple, popular and honest, his soul has not changed, where the simple vendors and customers are transient and loving, and that human spirit that shaded the market needs laws or legislations that regulate it. Then the Koruna’s pandemic came; The doors were closed, the headlines were lost, and the legs stopped visiting the place, it was not just a healthy decision, but rather a class of silent exclusion of a complete memory. There is no planning, umbrellas, or even respect. Imagine that your only source of livelihood is a dilapidated table on a hot berth, and a car passes around centimeters from you, and your eyes do not watch the customer, but awaited the danger, this is a summary of what the sellers of the Al -Maksas market live today. And whoever underestimates the problem we say; Al -Maksas market is not just a trade, it is a history of simple people who make an opportunity from the old, and from scrap life, it is a livelihood for those who have no job and no retirement that protects it, it is the market that does not resemble malls and does not want to resemble them. What the sellers demand is not a miracle; Only a plot of land, some umbrellas and simple services in an organized place, they do not want luxurious bishops or marble panels, only what protects them from the heat of the sun and the rain of need. If a suitable place is moved and found for the market, it does not turn into a mall enveloped with protocols, and it is imposed on him conditions that kill his soul, do not falsify his spontaneity, and do not open the rear doors to him to run from nationalities that control the popular markets as happened in others. Memory and stabbing in the dignity of the simple. It is time for us to restore this market in its place, not for anything but because if we do not, we will lose the remaining features that resemble us.
