11 February 2011, Friday

Kamal Abbas wrote

Name: Egyptian ... Address: Tahrir Square

Now, I am proud to be an Egyptian. In the evenings I can be with my children and grandchildren and tell them the story of the revolution; the story of boys and girls who refused injustice and tyranny under which we have lived for years and years.


I will tell them the story of Mohamed and Paulis: the two boys who stood one against the other, each of them hates the other and wants to destroy him. .. I will tell them how Paulis and Mohamed stood shoulder to shoulder confronting tyranny. I will tell them how Muslims protected churches against the violence of the regime's thugs and how Christians guarded Muslims while they performed their prayers at the demonstration square.

I will tell my children and grandchildren how thousands or rather tens of thousands including young and very beautiful girls demonstrated and that those beautiful girls were not harassed. I will tell them that young males listened to the speeches of young females and received orders from them to keep discipline during the sit-down strike.

I will tell them again and again the stories which we told each other when we were sitting on the sidewalks or in the middle of Tahrir (Liberation) Square and how we laughed mockingly when the regime stooges described us hirelings, that we receive orders from the USA and Iran and that fast food meals are provided to us from Kentucky. I will tell them how we received the news heralding the fall of the regime and how "rams" were driven to the slaughterhouses to be sacrificed to save the regime !!

I will make them laugh and laugh when I tell them our jokes and words when we saw the photos of "rams" on the front pages of newspapers. I will tell them about the parties we made and the poems we heard, how we danced enthusiastically when we heard the music, which we used to hear but we did not feel because we were in despair. I will tell them the love stories which were born in the Square and the wedding parties.

I will tell them about the Sunday mass and how charming were the carols chanted by Muslims and Christians all together. I will tell them about the Muslim prayers for the souls of the martyrs. I will cry. Yes, I will cry when I remember the mother of a martyr who overcame her grief and came to support us.

I do not want anyone to apologize for accusing me of yielding to tyranny. I do not want an apology for describing us as people who can only bear humiliation generation after generation and that our history is a witness that we were subject to several tyrants of the world.

I do not want anyone to apologize that he did not hear me or did not care when I said that we were neither submissive nor dormant people. But we were patient. And everyone should take care when we become impatient. And I will forget their sarcastic smile in response to such words.

I want no apology from those who did not believe us when we said that heralds of revolution were seen in the Egyptian skies: look for them in the workers strikes and sit-downs and in the protests of the poor and the oppressed.

I only want them to listen to our story; the story of the revolution of anger, the revolution of the Egyptian youth who came from the virtual world to Tahrir Square on 25th January 2011.

It is the story of the youth who came from the poor and the rich classes raising up only one flag (the flag of freedom) and turned Tahrir Square - from a place which witnessed how the police treated Egyptians brutally and harassed female protestors - to a square for freedom where the revolutionists stay and teams of young men and women defend its entrances. The Square attracted the attention and respect of the whole world. It has become the Square of Freedom, the castle of the revolution and its symbol. The young revolutionists, armed with faith, they managed to defeat the assaults of the regime's thugs.

Thousands were injured in this square. The noble blood of the martyrs which covered its roads and sidewalks made us stronger and more insisting to take one road, the road to freedom and to raise one flag carrying one sentence: " The people want to overthrow the regime".