With the utter brutality and frank killing going, there isn’t much to say. I’m not sure what to grief first, my people who die in thousands on a daily basis, my country that has slipped into infinite chaos, or common sense that no longer exists.
This nightmare doesn’t seem to end any time soon, I’m standing helpless and my prayers are all I have.
RIP humanness, RIP Egypt!
I’m back! Sorry for acting like I was abducted by aliens, but I’m so overwhelmed.. My schedule is messed up, exams are coming closer, and Egypt is politically on fire, which leaves me with a viscid sense of apprehension, insecurity and absolutely no desire to read or write a single letter!
It agonies to see all your dreams of justice, freedom and a better tomorrow burn into ashes right in front of your sight! SCAF’s beasts kill with no mercy; they’ve recently shot another schoolmate of mine right in the back of his head, while he was saving the injured!
Alongside, they’ve manged to kill our spirits! After all this fighting, after almost winning, people have let go! Most Egyptians now are seeking the easy way; the peace of their minds even if it’s fake, and even if provided by Mubarak’s man who has unexpectedly reached the “finale” of the presidency race!!
Now we’re left with two choices; Mubarak’s regime regaining it’s strength, or being ruled by a political party whose loyalty to the revolution is pretty controversial! And sadly, all the expectations pour into the side of Mubarak’s man, “Ahmad Shafiq“, and people have started to accept the defeat!
I feel quite confused, yet all I’ve got now is praying and praying and praying till a shred of light sneaks in!
“21 is the age of responsibility. Give it a few months and you will be wondering why you were in such a hurry to get here.” ~ Unknown.
Today I turn page 21 of my life. I never thought of it as a bewitching event! What is so interesting about having more “responsibilities”?!!
However, birthdays are all about greetings, family, friends, gifts and cheerful stuff. And whether I like it or not, getting older is out of my hands, I’d better enjoy the day and have fun. I’m quite aware of this, no weeping.. But wait, what if my birthday is linked to death?! Yes, death and disasters!!
- 2 Feb, “Combat of camels”… I was born on that date too!
That was last year, people will never forget that very date, not because I was born of course, but because people got killed! I wanted to get over and move on this year, but over 70 got killed in Port Said last night (another nasty act planned by SCAF)!!! Today is literally a tragic day in here, there’s mourning, prayers for the martyrs, and marches against SCAF! How dare I consider the thought of celebrating?!!
Sarcastically, a friend of mine tweeted me this, she’s right somehow!
Translation: “Your birthday causes us troubles every year by the way!!”
“#Feb2” is being hash-tagged on Twitter now, and the Tweets aren’t any pleasing! I wonder, can’t we omit this deathly date from the calendar?!
“We’re not celebrating! We’re resuming our revolution!”
That was the spirit today! The scene was breath-taking, not only at Tahrir square, which was “stuffed” with people, but also at every nearby street and square, as well as most of the Egyptian cities! People marched everywhere demanding the SCAF to step down and aiming to confirm how absurd any celebration before “avenging our martyrs” would be.. I so longed to be there, but my VERY overprotective mother forbade me to go!
Here are my favorite shots for today:
# Marching in Alexandria!
# A huge march crossing “Qasr El Nile” bridge to Tahrir!
# Tahrir today!
# Tahrir, just before sunset!
“The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.” ~ Che Guevara.
In the memory of Jan. 25th revolution, and restoring the revolutionary spirit of Tahrir square, I re-blog this post… I know it’s been near a month since I last blogged, but it’s a long story, I’ll tell it later on, when I get a chance.. Enjoy the lyrics!
Hey you, the “square”...
As long as authorities keep oppressing, murdering and stealing our rights, all the photos I capture are going to portray marches and protests..
Last Wednesday and the day after, I marched to the Ministry of Defense, protesting against SCAF‘s brutal crimes and killing our colleagues along with thousands of students from many colleges, chanting “Down with SCAF” and demanding them to “LEAVE”!
# Here’s how the SCAF secured the building:
Because killers always hide..
# Girls hugely took part in the protest:
A poster for Alaa Abd El Hady, hung over a lamp-post..
I didn't capture this one, source: dostor.org
# A video uploaded by one of the organizers:
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What would you do if you see a photo of a twenty-something guy, shot in the head, you see his lifeless body lying there then you realize he’s a colleague in your class?
I don’t personally know him, but it feels as if I knew him for long, as if he was my brother! I realize he’s just like me, a medical student who attended lectures, studied for hours, hoped he’d be a successful doctor someday, he probably had an upcoming exam, just like every one of us.. I cried my heart out. I cried till I ran out of tears..
And what was his fault? Dropping what he was studying and leaving his home in that cold weather to protest, to call for what he saw right??!!!
R.I.P Alaa Abdelhadi, we all pray for you. You were a hero, but not your fault that heroes get shot nowadays..
I should’ve posted this earlier, but I was dead-tired! I’m not fit for standing on my feet that long! But it was totally worth it!
Finally, I’ve spoken my mind out and set my imprisoned anger free! As I was abroad during Jan. 25th revolution, frustration was eating my heart out till two days ago, when I let it all out!
Joining “El Tahrir doctors” march to Tahrir square during the past two days has made me see a different side of Egyptians, a golden side.. Protesters there are definitely neither thugs nor “infiltrators”; I could see kids as well as people in the age of my grandparents. The square had brought the poor and the wealthy, the ignorant and the educated all together.. Well, the word “Egyptians” sums the scene best!
Everybody was more than welcomed, but I never expected that going there “white-coated” has that very special impact! Since the first moment of our entrance, we were overwhelmed by clapping and whistling!
At the field hospital, people who offered free medical supplies and food were countless, they got us piles! Volunteers too, whether medical students or doctors, were way too many that I felt my presence useless.. I was just standing there holding a bottle of saline and literally doing nothing when a woman came by and patted my shoulder saying “God bless you!”, I never thought of myself that way before, but to that simple woman, I was a life saver!
They were only two days, I didn’t go today and regret it terribly. Something keeps telling me that I belong there; at Tahrir, “the capital of freedom”..
Here’s November 21st’s march: