I can see in my timeline that today is a controversial day; today is a national holiday in Egypt but everyone celebrates it for a different reason. Some celebrate the National Police Day and others remember the 25 January Egyptian Revolution Egyptians are celebrating the police and some are missing the revolution.
After seven years of the Egyptian Revolution, many questions still circulate among Egyptians in efforts to comprehend what happened, what could have happened, and what should have happened. Yet, what we could agree on is that 25 January Revolution was a time in history when hope was reborn to continue on inspiring many for a better future. In fact, even if the revolution did not leave us with anything but stories of hope, it is enough.
Nevertheless, the revolution left us with much more than stories. It is one of those things that changes a person’s core beliefs. Those who participated in the revolution realize this by heart. The revolution led by Egypt’s youth was the first in the history of younger generations to come close to hope, freedom and justice; it was a reflection of faith and an act of love, not fear. Through the revolution, we knew what 18 days can do and we understood that it is possible to ask for the impossible. In the revolution, many of us found themselves, lived their dreams, and practiced love as an action.
Many of us are currently struggling to envision how does a better future look like. But we all know deep down that it takes time to connect the dots. We are still in the process, it is not the end.
While we occupied the streets for big dreams, change lies within, maybe it is time to occupy ourselves. And throughout this journey may we never forget what we learned from the revolution; the power of the unplanned, the beauty of the uncertain.
At the end of the day, while the revolution could be perceived as a rupture, a moment where change and hope married for the first time. Today the revolution should be seen as an ongoing present, a process of change that we all relate to in a way or another during each day of our lives.
Those who ignited the revolution shaped them. We called for bread, freedom, and social justice. Now, these values became a mindset, and the revolution became a belief. Those who believed in the revolution now know how dreaming becomes a virtue, and how change becomes a value. As those who tasted freedom, get addicted to it and can never be prisoned again. This is certainly what stays from the revolution and what relates it to us, and us to it.
No matter whether you celebrate the revolution, or condemn it, no matter whether you view it as a memory or a memorial, and even if the streets are ghosted and empty, it is ok. The revolution is still inside each one of us.