When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.
This is not a political blog. This is not a blog to report news. But this is a blog that comes right from the heart; and my heart belongs to this country.
You see, I woke up today and I thought nothing would happen. I thought that a few would go out to the streets and as usual, guard forces would put it all to rest using the typical methods. Honestly, I was not a fan of Egypt revolting. I did not think change would come with a protest – that’s what I thought would happen; a bunch of angry people out on the streets – and that by any means does not indicate that I am negative or passive, it’s just that along the years I started to lose faith in our ability to demand and find a response. I saw foreign intrusion over the slightest of matters in several countries and I did not want to watch that happen in Egypt. But I was wrong, I should have never let go of my faith in my home, in my people.
But just as I was getting out of bed I heard my sister telling my dad that crowds are moving towards Tahrir Square and that thousands are already out in Mansura and Port Said. She also mentioned that police/guard forces fail to control the situation. I turned on my TV to look for any piece of news, but nada… there was nothing to watch! No updates, no recent reports, as if Egypt was the stillest country of the moment.
Then there comes Facebook in handy, updated by the second, I saw videos, pictures, statuses of what I thought was never possible to achieve. I saw every reason to believe in this country. I saw persistence and patience. I saw anger directed to a cause and I saw a very strong will to live a better life.
The Egyptian government blocked Twitter, to slow down the news-update process, but that did not stop anything from spreading. Today, they found a way. Today Egyptians proved what matters and what doesn’t. Today they put an end to excuses and spoke up. Today they proved that eventually we’ll all realize that home matters.
Each has been leading a life of his own and got completely wrapped up in the little details that could keep you unaware of the bitter reality of the surroundings. A lot made fun of the “revolution” that’s been planned through facebook and Whatsapp and I was one of them. Turns out that technology, the same thing that isolated each in his world and kept us apart was the only thing that brought us together today.
Today young girls gave away flowers to police men and guard forces. Today officers took off their official suits and stood hand in hand with the citizens of a suppressed nation. It’s about time we decide where the power truly belongs: in the heart of a revolution or in the stick of an officer.
Thousands choose to sleep on the streets tonight to provide the rights of millions. Hundreds of restaurants are distributing food on thousands of protestors for free. Tens of detained citizens were captured to save hundreds. Today each stopped being for his own. Today all is for Egypt.
Today Egypt unrests. Today decades of repression revealed the cracks in the hearts of millions. Today a volcano of unity and heartache errupted. And this is just one day; a day that will decide if this is a wake up call to higher authorities or an anger wave that will bring them all down.
Today, I am proud to be a daughter, a sister and a friend to every one out there. Today, I was given a reason to believe that my country still has a future.
Long Live Egypt. Long Live Home.