The Cairene

,Dear Mr President It has been few days since you started ruling this country and I saw no change. I didn't give you my voice, and now, again, let me remind you why, but this time it is not words because I have more valid reasons. I heard your speeches and your promises. I heard you patriotism and your vows for Egypt. Well, you are a true Egyptians, and then? Does your role stop here? Everyone heard your speeches and it is time for you to  start listening to your people. I doubt that you even know what we want. Do you? To begin with, I am positive Egyptians need home. They need to call Egypt a home rather than a country. I need that too. Today's morning, you started a cycling marathon for around the streets. The media covered it well and I, personally, somehow fell for the sugarcoated headlines saying how you want to do something. But excuse me Mr President, this is not a club, it is a country. With it's economic, social, political and medical secto...

The thing I like the most about  The Square  movie is not that it's just documenting the whole revolution since the first day till things got messed up. I like it most because I find it equivalent to 3askar kazeboon عسكر كاذبون videos but in a better quality. It shows all the army's crime and the MB's betrayal. It speaks the truth, or it actually saved it before it gets lost within the media's ongoing procedures to brainwash the Egyptians.

I used to feel so hopeless about this place. I remember those chats with friends when I said "I can't wait to graduate to leave this sh*thole". I can actually scroll down to my previous statuses and posts and see how desperate I sounded like after every forlorn incident which occurred during the past two years. But here I am, coming out of my flesh after muting my powerful inner voices. Here I am , not letting my mind trick me nor letting my heart lead me because freedom is way beyond a thought or a feeling. Here I am, letting the positive voices penetrates the fog and be deafeningly heard. I have always believed in the revolution and I still do. I have always believed in the power of people and change. Thus, I am not too hopeful nor too hopeless; I am just waiting for the right moment of change and I won't let it go. We have everything; the streets, the voices, the spirit, the chants and the motto. All is ready for this moment of the real revolution because it sh...

Watching  The Square  movie and getting flooded with flashbacks of the revolution which made me realise that I really love this country, more that I thought. Some scenes piss me off and other calm me down; blends of emotions swamping me. Now, I am sure that I don't really hate this place and I am not willing to leave before I see what I was, and still, ready to take a bullet for. I am not feeling in difference nor hate against this place but its regime. For I know that a country is not just a land or its air or its rulers, for I know that a country is its people and builder; thus, I shall never leave until it becomes what we can truly call a "home".  Tomorrow we will rise and the unjust rulers shall all be gone. بكرة الثورة تقوم ما تخلّي.

يو م الخميس اللي فات، نزلت الزمالك كالعادة اني بنزل في اليوم دة، كان اجازة رسمية "عيد تحرير سيناء" ف الزملك كانت شوارعها فاضية لحدّ ما،علي عكس طبيعتها كل ايام الخميس. قررت اني اتمشي شوية باليافطة بدّل ما افضل قاعدة في مكاني اللي ماكنش قيه روح اوي لغياب عمّ مصطفي اللي بيجلس جمب فرشة جرايد و كتب. اتمشيت في شارع البرازيل و انا ماشية لمحت عامل من العُمّال اللي في محل الكاب-كيكز الشهير “Nola Cupcakes” بيدّي طفل صُغيّر من اطفال الشوارع قطعة كاب-كيك، و علي بُعد خطويتن تجلس امراة عجوز و تطلب من العامل انه يدّيها قطعة ليها هيَّ كمان. اقتربت و سالتني الست المُسّنة: "ايه دة؟؟ مكتوب ايه؟؟". ردّيت عليها و قُلتلها مكتوب: "لو عاوز تتكلم عن اي حاجة، انا هاسمعك". فردت قائلة: "هتسمعييني ازاي؟ معاكي ميكريفون؟؟" ابتسمت و قلتلها: "لا، انا باسمع الناس عشان اساعدهم، بس انا مش وعايا ميكريفون ولا بصوّر". فردت: "اه، حسنة يعني، ربنا يكرمك يا بنتي و يجعله في ميزان حساناتك". افتكرت موقف الكاب-كيك و سالتها "انتي عايزة واحدة؟" فردت عليّا...

Today, I went to Tahrir square, Kornish El Nil clashes to be particular. It was dark and scary at the start till I started hearing everyone chanting as it gave me peace.  The very front lines usually feel safer than the spots at the back The very front lines are dangerous because you are vis a vis with the police and their gunshots, but you are surrounded with those who are really fighting for fr eedom, with nothing to lose. Our chants got higher "We will show them anger, we will teach them morals" along with "Ya Rab" since it was raining and it was a good time for saying some Dua'aa. As people reunited, the numbers increased and our voices got lounder. *Tear gases followed by massive gunshots* Everyone was running to the back again so they escape the gases' smells and of course the bullets. You are forced to get pushed because some people run fast without even looking back, while some run while their eyes being shut due to the tear gases effects. I notice...

الشهيد مش ميت، الشهيد حي مابينا. احنا بننزل الميدان و ماسبيرو، و لما نمشي هو بيعتصم..علشان يشجعنا ننزل تأني و عاشر. يفرح أوي لما نهتفله و ندعيله..و رصاصة تعدي من بين روحه تأني و توجعه لما يحس ان الثوار تعبوا. ف بأعلي صوت لازم نقول" متعبناش متعبناش" و الشهيد هيكمل معانا و يقول"الحرية مش ببلاش".                                        الفاتحة علي روح شهداء الحرية و الكرامة.. يسقط حكم العسكر.

Pictures from Ultras March

One year went by our eyes. We wanted the change. We called out loud for freedom and equality, for our rights and dreams. We gathered together, hand in hand, in a single voice, in a single spot; for one thing: Freedom. We faced the gunshots, teargases and all the types of brutality. We had to get back to the 20th century, without mobile phones or internet. We stood a one man stand. Nothing shook us or made us even think twice. We toppled down Mubarak. We celebrated not knowing what could happen later. We didn't know that the mission is not accomplished yet. Ecstasy took over us and we weren't aware. Even if we had some feelings of worry, but yet we ignored them.. One year went by, and our rights are still not given to us. SCAF came and stole everything. That's the second part of the truth about the old regime. But this time, we won't wait. Waiting was never the best choice. We are moving now, and nothing will stop us. Flashbacks come, the blood is still there, and the...