This blog post isn't written so i can share it to everyone , i actually wanted to write it in my private sections but who knows what tomorrow bring us and maybe this post do document something in my history that i need to share with the world.
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On Jan 25 a group of Egyptian youth, (To be honest the people i know) said we'll walk the streets we'll make a difference and we'll no longer be silenced. We want peace we want justice we want freedom.
As for me Jan 25 was an ordinary day like any other day even some of my friends called me to go to protest and i was like "who cares anyway" i'll stay at home and watch TV and i'll turn twitter on and the online video streaming, back then everything seemed to be fine and normal yes normal and for a normal person like me normal is good enough.
" I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. "On Jan 28 it's no longer normal nearly everyone i know is going to protest and is going out, there was a weird force taking them and to tell you the truth i wished i could go, and with everyone telling me he's going i envied him because for me this was the impossible to go and walk in a protest and who knows what could happen. The day ended by me running in the street searching for a way back home after work was cancelled and curfew was activated and i went home by a miracle.
Deep inside me at this very moment something was changing , it felt like a dream to just wake up the news channel and see Egypt and tanks in the street , the picture wasn't complete until one day i had to take my car and head to work , i felt a great pain when i saw the streets and tanks. It felt as if something really has changed and it all started with a little thought online, no one could have ever imagined it happening so fast.
I believe that the power of the person is to be able to identify his weakness and am able to do this now and that's why am writing this blog post.
To be honest, those people risked their lives and i mean really risked their lives some where injured others were killed and actually they didn't care, their message was louder than people like me and any other person who enjoyed being normal. It's because they believed in something and the quote that say you must have something you could die for .. and those people - people in #Tahrir - have something to die for. All they deserve is my deepest respect and my deepest regret that am not one of them , they moved something inside me with them being there whether today or tomorrow or any other day. I'm not one of them and never will be but maybe someday i'll be given the chance or maybe take the chance to do something good for this country.
And as many people including me argue with protesters that we should stop protests and get a negotiation phase because Egypt deserve it and i do still insist on this opinion, In the end it'll always be my opinion the opinion of the normal who enjoys being normal. The people who started it all are the ones who shall negotiate believe and break free.
"More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives."
