Right away after 25 January, 2010, people were hopeful. We were all being injected with that dose of Freedom that made us all happy. Everyone was walking in the street with a smile on their faces while bragging about how we toppled the old regime down. We were, literally, on the other side where the grass is greener.
A year passed.
Islamist and MB had more control, but we were still hoping. We convinced ourselves that they will not kill our hopes that got up too high after the previous year's achievement. We were all dreamers, with nightmares included. We just wanted to get rid of SCAF to be able to start ahead. Egypt was wounded; we either could have stopped the wound to make it leave a memorable scar, or leave her to bleed till she dies.
Another year passed. (We learnt it the hard way).
We kinda tried to heal Egypt's wound, but it wasn't the perfect bandage. It didn't fit so well, and Egypt kept bleeding more. Today, I was in Tahrir. It was so different and sad. It knew some hope, but with those shameful feelings buried deep down inside the people. There were no smiles nor joy. Everyone I looked into their face was feeling anxious and fragile; I don't know if it was because of how the MB lied to us, or because they actually gave up. I hope they don't.
We don't read the future and we are still trying hard to learn from the past. The grass is becoming so yellow even in both sides and the water doesn't work anymore. It won't work the typical way; we must decide to stand together this time. I know I am speaking of the impossible, but we never know. All I want to say that today, the people will do their best to regain their power. Today, our revolution continues.
A year passed.
Islamist and MB had more control, but we were still hoping. We convinced ourselves that they will not kill our hopes that got up too high after the previous year's achievement. We were all dreamers, with nightmares included. We just wanted to get rid of SCAF to be able to start ahead. Egypt was wounded; we either could have stopped the wound to make it leave a memorable scar, or leave her to bleed till she dies.
Another year passed. (We learnt it the hard way).
We kinda tried to heal Egypt's wound, but it wasn't the perfect bandage. It didn't fit so well, and Egypt kept bleeding more. Today, I was in Tahrir. It was so different and sad. It knew some hope, but with those shameful feelings buried deep down inside the people. There were no smiles nor joy. Everyone I looked into their face was feeling anxious and fragile; I don't know if it was because of how the MB lied to us, or because they actually gave up. I hope they don't.
We don't read the future and we are still trying hard to learn from the past. The grass is becoming so yellow even in both sides and the water doesn't work anymore. It won't work the typical way; we must decide to stand together this time. I know I am speaking of the impossible, but we never know. All I want to say that today, the people will do their best to regain their power. Today, our revolution continues.
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