The Other Side of Me

Friday, December 2nd, 2011 Same steps walked ten months ago, same streets, this is where I lost all my fears. This very building was on fire that day. This is where I stood waiting for our fighters to open the way. This is the fence that people climbed to see what's happening on the war-front. This is the place where I stood wishing I didn't listen to my parents and brought my teargas mask. This is where I stood feeling that this could be it. This is where many people, including some who look like they barely have enough money to buy them food to keep them alive. This is where they gave people Pepsi, vinegar, and tissue paper for free. This very same bridge is where I couldn't take the teargas anymore and had to leave. But today I'm walking on continuing the way, and I know my way, and this, just this in itself, is a victory.... Ten months.... And our brothers are sisters are still dying. We're here today to mourn their deaths. They died to buy us freedom, ...

Thursday, November 24th, 2011 Little drops of rain... A million man protest of less than a hundred thousand.. A few chants, some singing, others sleeping, others writing on foam plates... A few more drops... The air is worrying... Sexual harassment, stealing, begging... Not the place we know, something is different. More rain, heavier rain, a few cheers, a few smiles, a bit of hope... People running out... Some stop and get right back in. The rain is so heavy... Everything stops... One chant shouted in unison... Ya Rab... Hands held up... Ya Rab... Faces washed with raindrops... Ya Rab. Smiling faces... Ya Rab... More people run back in... Ya Rab... A man passes by the crowd, "grant us victory" the crowd answers back... Ya Rab... Even more rain... Everyone is soaked... It gets more cold... People start jumping... We won't leave, he leaves, we won't leave, we won't leave... Heavier rain... The sound of raindrops falling to the ground, falling on our souls, is mixe...