#Jan25 : Ten years gone

Warning: It is quite a depressing post but sometimes to have let all those thoughts out to think better

I am trying to avoid all emotions and memories because it is hard, really damned hard and sad to write what I feel when it comes to the 25 January revolution especially after ten years

Yes, ten years have passed and yet it seems like yesterday.

Again this is unarranged personal biased emotional post.

They call us as emotional who do not think with their brains enough, who are not realistic enough.

Revolutionaries are emotional, they are dreamers and they dream always for a better future.

Ten years ago at Tahrir square 

“Bread, Freedom and Social justice” are not emotional goals but rather realistic basic human needs.

Maybe the world can be a little better if people start to be emotional and politicians stop their cold calculations that make things from bad to worse to worst.

Again I do not know or how to organize and type all those feelings, ideas and those words I want to say.

I feel overwhelmed

He was once touched by the magic of the dream, and that beautiful memory of that sin will always haunt him” Arwa Salih

It is that time of the year when “those kids of Tahrir square”  who turned the world upside down are crashed from inside.

We touched the 7th heaven but we were pulled to the 7th earth and our bones may have been crushed.

I do not know if we are crushed or not but I know in ten years we grew older and faster than our real ages.

Our souls are trapped in those years but our bodies are getting older.

Our souls are tired and sometimes it feels that our souls are getting even older than our bodies.

We experienced in those years was too much after a hold-still-freeze situation in the country for nearly 30 years. 

They say that  #Jan25 Revolution is dead and we are ghosts yet they seem to be scared from ghosts a lot.

Ghosts are vengeful but we are not dead yet.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” Charles Dickens

We were not airheaded or living in the cloud.

Hell, we broke taboos that no one dares to break for decades.

We killed the titans but did not realize that the gods of Olympia would allow humans to determine their fate.

We know from Hezbollah’s Hasan Nasrallah that the night of ousting Mubarak, Iran’s biggest and most important military figure, the restless Kassem Soleimani travelled to Damascus then to Beirut because he felt the wave would hit Syria “The man believed that it was a foreign American plot to remove Mubarak, little he knew Iran’s greatest military mastermind” 

We know that from Obama’s newest book how MBZ started his reign of control and power crashing any democratic attempt in the region thanks to those “kids” in Tahrir square.

He even tried to clone them and he did but it was very fake cloning

We opened for real the Pandora box in the world and it devoured us.

The families from Syria and Yemen are paying the price when they believed that the Egyptians broke the barrier of fear.

Sometimes when I see the photos and videos from Syria or Yemen and I remember reading Syrian and Yemeni bloggers describing how they kept awake watching Tahrir square for 18 days , I feel that may be were cursed because we caused them misery by giving them false hope.

We opened the Pandora Box and Allah knows that we are just look for a hope in darkness.

I know hope it is there, hope is the dream and we are hanging on a dream.

That time of the year has become like some sort of own Karbala battle and that dream of hope is still a dream.

A lady from the older generation in her 50s told me from couple of years ago that she may not be alive when 25 January revolution achieves its goals.

My mother and aunt believe that the 25 January revolution already cultivated strong roots but it won’t yield soon.

Once my aunt told me that she may not be there when that moment comes and this broke my heart.

Now ten years passed and now I believe that I may not see this any time soon.

That older generation saw the downs of Egypt more than its ups , they deserve to see a better Egypt , better than they are used to see it.

Hell, all generations deserve to see a better Egypt. 

Ten years gone

Then as it was, then again it will be
And though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go

Led Zepplin’s Ten Years gone “Youtube”