The Cairene

It is too weird to be here. My first year at this new school, yet my senior year too. May be I know some people, but it just feels to epic. I don't have my glasses, I am just seeing faces. I can't get to see anything through everyone's souls. Just faces and voices from their vocal cords. It is bringing me headache and I have nothing to do, nor anything to talk about with anyone. Oh, right now, first two classes ended and some people I know came, I am supposed to say some friends, but today it feels like another world, to me. I am feeling that because it is my first year here, so I call them all, just people, not friends.  Away from all of that, I am not ready to make any friendships with anyone here. A friend of mine told me that this school is just full of people who only love to talk and have long gossips about the others. So, no trust gained. I can't even look into peoples' eyes. Those I used to talk with, I just can't talk to them today, it is different

Two days ago, everyone was talking about the third revolution 9/9. I was excited to know what is going to happen. I started to read about the revolution’s official demands, but I wasn’t sure that I will go there. Then the incident of the Ultras Ahlawy took place and twitter was full of hashtags about UA07 and Sept9. I had many point of views, one of them that I saw that the ultras have the full right to speak out their demands especially when some of them were taken to military trails by SCAF. Friday’s dawn, I tweeted about freedom “ Today is the day we will taste freedom again. We will rise and never be brought down.   #tahrir   #egypt   #change   #freedom ” but still I haven’t had decided that I will be there. I went to pray Friday’s prayer “Al Joma’aa” at a small mosque near my place. On my way back, I decided that I have to go. My minds kept giving me alerts that I must go because so and so and so. First thing came up to my mind that my parents won’t let me go alone, so I de