Egypt, I Won’t Give Up

OLA NOURELDIN
Managing Editor

I used to feel so hopeless about this place I call my country. I remember every chat with my family when I used to say that I couldn’t wait for the chance to pack my bags, leave and never come back. I sounded very desperate after every forsaken event which occurred during the past three years.

This chance actually came a few months ago when I got to travel to the land of the Vikings; there, I reconsidered every single feeling I once had for home. There I was, coming out of my skin after muting my voice for so long. I realized that I refuse to remain silent about freedom.

The thing is that I have always believed in the revolution and surprisingly, I still do. I’ve believed in the power of people for change. Honestly, I can’t be too hopeful nor too hopeless, but I know that I’m just waiting for the correct moment and I refuse to let it pass by.

What do other countries have that we don’t? We owe ourselves freedom. We deserve to be free.

We have everything, the streets, the voices, the spirit and the chants.

All is ready for this moment to come because it has to work out; it has to, but only for those who never give up.

I’m sure I did not give up on my country. I am not speaking of anything that is related to the current political situation nor to how this country functions right now.

You know why?

Because when it comes to the wrongs and rights, labels don’t matter.

It won’t matter when this right moment arrives.

I once heard someone say that our revolution, the long lost raped one, was “the beginning and the burning flame.” It made me think that the revolution is not dead, because ever since it started it lived inside the body of many.

If we count, there are millions of revolutions inside of us, we just never notice them. And that’s why I came to grasp that I am not hopeless.

I might not feel that optimistic right now but till this country rises, I am sure this will always be a vow to myself: to never give up on what I truly believe in.