I’d normally wake up by 2 pm and not even on my own, always wake up on a phone call. But today I couldn’t wait to wake up. I had arranged with my dad the previous day that we are going to Tahrir Square to protest. But mind you, I’m not here to make a story, I’m here to express feelings.
I felt honor being part of this revolution, I respected everyone there fighting for this very particular cause. The enthusiasm and unity of the Egyptians brought happiness to my heart.
I couldn’t describe it the way I want to. The sun only shined on the square. It was calling for people to come in. A warm welcome.
It’s just more than words can describe. I’m glad I was a part of this.