It feels like I've fallen into this routine of eating, tweeting and Facebooking protest-related stuff, watching the news and sleeping. I feel like I'm on repeat; I'm starting to become monotonous in what I say. It all means the same. But I guess that's what happens when you're stuck in a waiting game. We're all waiting now.
This Friday, the one that was given so many nicknames, still hasn't ended and nobody knows how things will wrap up. I just hope it will be for the best, and that no more lives will be lost today, or any day and may Allah have mercy on the souls of those who are not with us anymore. May their work not go in vain. May things always be peaceful.
Yesterday, I caught myself feeling too much anger. It's too intense; the swear words and the sarcasm and the bitter irony and the downright hate that's swarming around. Things need to cool off; we all need to cool off. I know I shouldn't be the one to say this but all the escalating opinions are making me dizzy. They're not changing my mind or knocking me off my feet, no, but making me a little tired nonetheless.
I want to be in Tahrir so badly; to be able to see, and take part in, the beautifully civilized and peaceful protests my people started; to be able to picture it all and tweet/Facebook/blog about things first-hand; to experience the rich bond of humanity and unity that's been floating around for some time now. I want to feel like I'm actually DOING something, and doing it right, instead of just talking!
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