Revolution Is My Name by Mona Prince & Samia Mehrez

Author:Mona Prince & Samia Mehrez [Prince, Mona & Mehrez, Samia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The American University in Cairo Press
Published: 2014-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

7

Sunday, January 30

Morning

It was morning already. The curfew hours had ended. I wanted to go home, but I didn’t have the energy to walk to the metro station at Isaaf. If only I could sleep for two hours. I went into the room where the girls were sleeping. I woke one of them up: “Get up. It’s already nine o’clock. I want to sleep a little.”

She got up and the others followed suit. I lay on the floor. Everyone was getting up and the commotion started all over again. After a while, Mohamed Hashem called me for breakfast, “Get up. We have fuul and hot taamiya for breakfast.”

“Let me just sleep for an hour.”

But I love taamiya. I got up and had some. I had some coffee and regained some of my energy. I went down to the midan with friends. Helicopters were circling in the sky. I heard people saying that the Ministry of Defense had issued a statement, saying it would come down hard on lawlessness on the streets.

“Guys, where do we stand in all of this, in their view?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they’re talking about the thugs.”

I was suddenly overtaken by fear. I went back to Merit and called my sister.

“Come quickly. The Ministry of Defense said they’re going to attack.”

“What are you talking about? That’s nonsense.”

“Hurry up. We have to go home.”

“I’m having breakfast.”

“What do you mean breakfast? I just told you they’re going to attack us. Come quickly.”

But she dragged her feet. I called her again, screaming, “Hurry up. I’m leaving now.”

And I did. She caught up with me on the way to Isaaf metro station. She tried to stop me, so I yelled at her as I continued walking, “You’re irresponsible. Think about Mama and Baba. Do you want me to have to tell them Maha died? Have some pity on them.”

“Why all this drama? It’s clear you didn’t get any sleep. That’s why you’re behaving like this.”

“Go die, if you want to die. Don’t come with me.”

I walked faster and she followed.

“Get out of here. I told you that I don’t want you to come with me.”

She didn’t reply and continued to follow me. We got to the metro station. I got into the carriage, still mumbling, with my sister by my side, smiling but not answering me. People were watching us curiously. She remained behind me until we got home.

“I followed you home because I wanted to make sure that you didn’t collapse on the way. I’m going back to Tahrir. And don’t tell Mama and Baba that I came all the way back here. Get some sleep. You need to sleep.”

I went up.

“Where’s your sister?”

“In Tahrir.”

“Why didn’t she come with you?”

“I’m not responsible for her. I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

Afternoon

The saying goes: Sleep is health and strength. I woke up after four hours of deep sleep just before curfew. I felt optimistic and hopeful. My mother insisted that I have lunch before leaving. I ate what she had prepared quickly and asked her about my father.

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