“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”...
This song; “The square” or “Ya el medan”, sung by the band Cairokee, portrays a common Egyptian perception about El Tahrir square and its role in the revolution. I won’t talk much, I’m leaving you to its plain-spoken, wholehearted lyrics..
# Song description:
“Egyptian anthem about Tahrir Square by Egypt’s leading revolutionary band, Cairokee featuring Egyptian singer/songwriter Aida El Ayouby.”
# Here’s the video, with English subtitles:
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: