Politics and economy aside…

 

Many are asking why the youth of this country are still taking to the streets until today, even though it’s been more than a year since the start of our revolution. Many are asking why they insist on risking their lives and breaking their mothers’ hearts. Why they are willing to die for a country where they never felt like they belonged. Why they dispersed even though they stood as one a year ago in squares and streets across the country.

These obvious questions give way to less obvious ones, like who are these people? Are they part of the big conspiracy the powers-that-be are insisting on? Are they thugs? Are they bored? Do they even know what they’re doing?

The questions are endless, and the finger pointing reaches new heights with every new event that takes place, big or small.

In a meek attempt to answer a few of these questions, let us – just for a few minutes – try to think the way they think, to feel the way they feel, and to try and understand what might be going on through their heads.

These are young men and women who don’t know what “home” feels like. They didn’t believe this country or this nationality was something to be proud of. Not only that, it was even embarrassing to let people of other nationalities know that they were Egyptian.

These are young men and women who know nothing about politics, and who didn’t even know what the name of the Prime Minister was.

These are young men and women who grew up on despair and who felt trapped and suffocated, with no way out and no air to breathe. Some of them haven’t even had their first broken hearts, or their first job, or their first fight with a best friend.

These are young men and women who are completely aware that they lived in a country where they were being abused every single day. They saw what other “homes” were like and they knew that theirs was cold, cruel and bare.

Then one day, they saw hope. And they hung on to it with all their might!

They felt that a day will come when they will feel proud and not broken, hopeful and not in despair, human and not worthless.

When a desperate man or woman are given hope, they are reborn and nothing will stop them, including continuous efforts to sabotage the very revolution that they manifested. It is these sabotage efforts that are giving these young men and women a reason to – once again – take to the street.

They know nothing about politics. They know nothing about economic reform.

And, honestly, they shouldn’t.

It’s not the job of the people, youth or not, to find political and economic solutions. It is their duty, however, to fight for their rights. And that is exactly why these young men and women still take to the streets until today.

They now feel worthy of their humanity and they will not rest until their basic rights are met.

They want to feel like they belong, and it’s not their job to fix what has been breaking for decades.

It’s only their job to express their disdain, and they will take to the streets until they feel like they belong.

That’s it, very simply, no conspiracy, no thugs and no invisible hands.

Just a generation that is taking what is rightfully theirs.

 

 

 

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