She was one of the top ten students in the whole country in secondary education. She asked the minister for a night job to help support her family of two parents and 7 brothers and sisters.
One day, she stopped sleeping. She became more fun and daring. Other nights she sat alone in the dark and sobbed for no reason thinking life was not worth it. One day she went to her balcony and flashed …
More photos and a story later.
Dear Blog,
Sometimes I stare in front of your 'Submit story' page for hours. I write something very personal in it. A story that will expose my weaknesses and imperfections. A feeling that is naive or childish. Or just plain foolishness I have done. It is important to me to confess and to let it all out. But I never click submit. I delete it and do something else. I think we are not good …
Alaa sent a number of SMSs from the sit in. Since he couldn't set up his blog to do the same due to Vodaphone putting restrictions on international SMS. These SMS appeared as published posts on the front page of this blog.
I removed the posts from the front page, but they are still accessible.
Some messages got truncated.
Sit in over we marched to syndicates security harased us tried to grab my camera setling in lawyers syndicate
wraping up took down the huge flag and the green thingy that is supposed to represent judges sash security cars gathering one broke we helped push it
cairo slowly waking and we can feel her yawn and as lovers we hover over her face turned evey twitch waiting for the magical moment when she smiles at us
Slowly waking up a very cold night hyper active elements already chanting