About....

About those gatherings and endless meaningless meetings at that little cafe where we discussed the most trivial details of our charity events which made us believe that we could actually change the world.

About that long corridor where we sat on its floor for hours waiting for the next lecture doing nothing but listening to boring conversations, but still we felt happy.

About those long walks we had in that alluring street just to grab a book or two from our favorite library back then. They were surely long, but all we cared about was the beautiful scent of those huge trees over there.

About those filthy sneakers we always had on to the extent that we could not walk in heels for so long. We looked shabby, but felt invincible!

About those cheap fragrance testers we used to buy and brag about.

About those window displays that looked so glamorous and out-of-reach.

About that joyful spirit we had.

About that day when we glided over the shaky rocks, took off our shoes and soaked our skinny feet in the deep blue sea. We giggled shamelessly and did not give a toss about the world!

About the future that seemed certain, predictable and purely simple.

About the dreams that were merely innocent.........

Post-Revolution Egypt

So, here we are. Another bloody Friday with its non-stop protests going into vicious circles; everyone seems to know his/her place quite well and play his/her part. For protesters, they are on streets protesting and fighting for a future and a country they have only seen in their dreams. Soldiers and officers are all set with their tear-gas bombs, pistols and tanks. They, too, have been fighting for a long while. A better status, recognition or even power, one cannot tell precisely in such hard blurry times. Politicians and Strategic Experts are all scattered in TV broadcast, on Facebook or even Twitter, pointing fingers and making wonders to show how philosophical and eloquent they can be. Striving for freedom? Still, no one can really tell. Others, millions, are just watching this constant battle that has been going on for almost two years till now. They are just waiting for the end to see who will win over, get the long-awaited throne and become the new Pharaoh. "Why don't they get into the streets too? Are they a bunch of ignorant, coward and dreamless fellas?" You might wonder. Maybe, they all that. Or even worse! They may have been there once, yes, on the streets, fighting for these noble values, but they had to let go and lose hope. They might have had enough with that scene and its backstage dirty games and realized that they, in both cases, are just mere marionettes.

May Truth Prevail!