Love in a Revolution

The story of five young Egyptians caught in a year of uprising.

Cherry

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.
Cherry

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