Hakim

This post has been written by a friend of the Silah Report, Adham S. Adham is a native Egyptian himself who has taken a look at the Hakim service rifle through the lens of a historic relic in modern Egyptian history. He runs an excellent Twitter feed called Bewildered Arab.

A relic from the past, Hakim used to be the standard rifle in the Egyptian armed forces before Egypt switched to the 7.62X39. Chambered in 8mm Mauser, it’s a very deadly and accurate semi-automatic rifle. The rifle now is considered a Curio and Relic firearm by the United States’ Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. Indeed, its design is ancient, the rifle now belong in either a museum or some firearm owner who seeks to add yet another exotic rifle to his collection. Some take it out to the range on a good sunny day, some just have it stored up collecting dust. Either way, they can’t access the Hakim’s secrets. I am not speaking about its physical design or the tools used to manufacture it, but something else. The “soul” of the rifle itself is what they will never be able to touch, feel, or embrace. They aren’t native Egyptians, and no matter how badly an owner loves the rifle, he will never be able to synchronize with its soul. Go hand the rifle to an uneducated Egyptian peasant who got conscripted and given run of the mill Maadi AKM and tell him “This rifle, your country made that rifle.” Once you have seen the look on his face, you might perhaps find some sense in what I said.

Why though? Why the Hakim? Egypt’s military industry produces a variety of weaponry and munitions, what’s with the attachment to the Hakim. Even before the Hakim’s creation, Egypt used to manufacture armaments, why specifically the Hakim? I would chuckle at first if someone asked me that, then I might proceed to fail to contain my tears as I try to provide an answer. That rifle, was born with Egyptian hope, dreams and ambitions embedded into it. Egyptian workers in the Factory passed on all of that as they were producing the rifle. All of that became part of the rifle’s soul. The rifle became an embodiment of the bright future the Egyptians believed that one day it will become a reality.  A reality never came, but what came was conflicts and battles, from the never-ending series of mountains in Yemen, a top cliffs and in villages, facing hordes of royalists charging like a Human tide, to snipers hiding behind ever rock and inside every cave. To the hot deserts of Sinai, where the Sun is as ruthless as the IDF’s armor blitzkrieg.

What came after the wars was worse, corruption, decadence, collapse of education, nepotism, cronyism at every level of society, downfall of logic and reason that coexisted with faith to the backward mentality of Wahhabism that almost monopolized faith due to Saudi oil money. Terrorism and insurgency due to all the reasons mentioned previously and that’s just for starters. Economy is collapsing faster than any Egyptian can blink, apprehension for the crime of expressing your views is even faster.

What can we do? What can I do? I turned my head while asking these questions and saw my imaginary Hakim resting on the wall beside the door. I can feel it staring at me, at us, the rifle might not be perfect, but it didn’t fail us, we failed it. I have yet to find someone who complained about the quality of the Hakim. The Hakim, even with its flaws, was made to be a survivor of battles, no matter how many warzones it witnessed, it will still be a reliable weapon that could save it user’s life. The rifle knew what it was made for, to defend our future, no matter how terrible or how many warzones it must face. The rifle’s design might have been purchased from Sweden and the tools, but it was built with Egyptian hands and filled with our dreams. The very dreams my people betrayed.

We had the chance of becoming a developed nation, we had the chance of becoming a beacon for hope in a region overwhelmed with wars, diseases, corruption and ignorance. We could have been better, this rifle proves it, and the HA-300 project proves it. The Hakim feared it might become incapable of fulfilling its role, but with all its wisdom “Hekmah”, it couldn’t have foreseen our failure.

The sadness overwhelms, the Hakim doesn’t ask you, the Hakim doesn’t bother you, but it bothers us. It will keep haunting us until we become better. The rifle will keep asking why, until someday in the future, in the hot sands of Sinai, cities are built, factories are built, we no longer depend on the fragile tourism, and a well-educated regular marksman with a DMR “Hakim-2” stands at his post staring towards the East and believes deeply inside of him, when the time calls, the Hakim-2 will not fail him, Hakim-2 will keep on its ancestor’s path. Till then, the sadness overwhelms and the shame is heart ripping.