Love in a Revolution
By gingeresque
The story of five young Egyptians caught in a year of uprising.
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Sherif - January 29, 2011
This is my turf, my school bus routes, my cruising with friends, smoking hash and eating greasy shawerma. My family lunches at the Car Club, my tailor fitting me for my first suit. This is my home.
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Ahmed - January 28th, 2011
I hate myself, fully and completely. And this fury breaks me into a cold sweat. I stand up and look at the square before me. I’m supposed to be brave. Brave men don’t run.
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Amani - February 2, 2011
As Egyptians, we tend to laugh in tragedies, cracking up at funerals, mocking death in our typical self-deprecating humour.
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Mona - January 28th, 2011
‘He’s taken down his two hunting rifles and his handgun and has organized a little neighbourhood militia.Who’d have thought? And someone conveniently found a few butchers knives.’
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Nancy - February 6, 2011
You hate me because I’m the other side of your coin. I’m not in the square, but that doesn’t make me any less worthy than you. I’ve decided to survive.
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Leila - February 9, 2011
This means nothing. But then I found that I’d stopped breathing since he’d first touched me, and my heart was in my mouth and my ears bursting with the noise in my head
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