I didn’t know I could dream
Surrendered to this nightmare long ago
I thought I was all alone
Visualized a future I couldn’t own
Walked on a borrowed land
Feeling disloyal and jaded

I didn’t know freedom

Out of the fray and out in the cold
Felt odd to bump into you on this road
Couldn’t smile or look you in the eye
I didn’t know you were me all along
Didn’t think one day we would write this song

I cried for you and felt your pain
My helpless tears wanted to protect you
Wanted to hold your hand
I didn’t see you reaching out, for me

I didn’t know freedom was near

I was always afraid
Slept with dictators in my head
They told me we were different
That we couldn’t understand

They put us in classes
You looked down as I looked up
They widened rifts and deepened valleys
Frustrated, we ran in circles
Looking out for number one, me me and me

You I never knew, you I never looked to
We were never meant to meet in the street
We were not supposed to stand
Shoulder-to-shoulder on this brave bridge

Never allowed to bathe
In the sunlight of this nation
While shouting in the square: Liberation!

I didn’t know freedom would come so soon

They once blew up our sacred unity
But here we birthed harmony
And crossed the crescent with hope
Played music to prayers’ call

We were meant to be on opposite sides
Pitted against the other, daggers ready to pounce
I thought I needed to protect myself
I didn’t know you would die for me
Gave up your life so I could be free

We walked through the toxic air
Marched through floods of water
And we met on the other side
Scattered at first but then solidified

I didn’t know freedom could be so fatal

Wait, but I knew you all along
I knew we were millions-strong
I knew we could roar
Shake this throne to its core
I saw this in a dream
Not knowing it could be real

They knew if we gathered here
Our weight would topple the regime
Our bond would break barricades of fear
Fists would shatter their false security
Chants would put them in a trance

I didn’t know freedom would come so fast

We weren’t supposed to meet this way
I didn’t know it’s us they should fear
You weren’t supposed to die here
I didn’t know how loud we could scream
Enough to pierce their deafened ears

Riddled with rubber bullets, made us stronger
Beaten with batons toughened our stride
Revolution brewing in our minds
Strength in numbers against the tide
And we grew and sprawled this nation wide

Dotting the Nile, conquering the square
Man next to woman
Laughing and praying, dancing and singing
Our positive vibes reverberating

I didn’t know freedom would sound so grand

The battle medieval we fought victorious
Fortified front lines, from the trenches we rise
Storms of rocks and molotovs
Bullets ricocheting off innocent lives

A parade of camel hooves trampling over hearts
Weapons swinging from horseback
Armed with unity against the attack
And we fell and crawled
Blood sprawled over the city

Anger boiling in every home
Made believers out of the self-righteous
And naysayers sang a new tune
Millions on the wavelength of truth

We unmasked the enemy, defeated they ran
Come back with more, they didn’t dare
Beaming with resilience, triumph was ours
Huddled in camps to pass the darkest hours

When the sun rose and we flooded the streets
The earth rumbled beneath our feet
Strategizing ways to scare us away
Brought more of us together every day

Who knew freedom would bring us here?

Their empty rhetoric dashed our hopes
But no going home, he’ll leave, we won’t
Bring down the house, the people demand
Get out we said, don’t you understand?
Our strained voices drowned out this man

After years of tears and heavy hearts
One line, finally: He will depart
And the people, we cheered and started to fly
Our flags, elated, canvassed the skies
You are Egyptian, hold your head high

We run the streets now
We own this land
We bet on the future
And won it back
We’ll paint the cities
A fresh coat of life

I didn’t know freedom would come so soon
I didn’t know freedom could come at all
I didn’t know freedom…But now I do

*Amira Salah-Ahmed

There is an unknown face
Sleeping in the cold
Waiting for a familiar hand
To hold warmth, one last time
To feel human
To feel life, one last time

Before resting in peace
He sleeps
Unidentified

We know how he died
Not how he lived
Who he laughed with
His first word, his first kiss

Did he choose to die?
Was he in your line of fire?
It might have been you
Maybe another time

If I could hear his mother’s cry
Would that shatter the anguish?
Could her tears cleanse his soul?
But she doesn’t know
She can’t pray
She can’t mourn

She doesn’t know he was shot
Cold-blooded in a darkened street
As a rain of Molotovs burned the sky
And a hail of rocks fractured skulls

Someone misses his voice, somewhere
Remembers the traces of his face
Someone needs to be loved, by him
Only him, only he knows how

But no one knows who he is
And all that’s left is this ring
A bond – broken, torn
A life, incomplete

Martyr, unknown
Longs to be seen, one last time
By someone with shared memories
With shared blood
Till then, he cannot rest
In peace
Even if we never forget

*Amira Salah-Ahmed

My generation called
They said take my hand
I’ll lead you through this unknown land
Soon it will get dark and the path is unchartered, but walk with me

My generation called
Said they found the keys
That open the doors of tomorrow
Rusted still but once swung open, a rush of light

My generation called
They said don’t look back
Shake off the ghosts of the past
We’ll not make the same mistakes they did, or forget the fallen

My generation called
They bellowed brisk demands
Plucked emperors out of high towers
Robin Hooded treasures and fed them to the lions, turned gold to dust

My generation called
They said take a stand
Let your resonating voice stir the sand
Raise it high to rouse the masses and never let it settle, for less

My generation called
They said mark these words
You’ll want to repeat them over and over
A prophecy that topples the pharaohs of our divided worlds

My generation called
They said give us the truth
Hold hostage the devil of deception
Peel back the layered lies through to the last shred of misconception

My generation called
Said they’ve seen salvation
Fluttering around the wings of deprivation
Ready to pick us up when we fall apart, when we are too broken to fly

My generation called
Rang the bell of liberty
Resounded straight through those stubborn borders
Melting away falsified histories, a once united peninsula once again crystallized

My generation called
Said I see through your eyes
Borrowed your hands to draw the map of our times
I’ll survive with your patience, hoping prosperity spills over to the next generation

*Amira Salah-Ahmed

Not only were they unfunny, the morning onslaught of BBM/Whatsapp messages, as well as Facebook and Twitter updates were also annoying and distasteful, creating more unnecessary fear and widening the rifts between different streams of Egypt’s society.

I believe that our pluralism itself protects societal and political spheres from monopolization by any one ideology. I may be proven wrong in the future, but there’s no reason to start off on this very wrong and crippled foot.

People are whipping themselves into a frightened frenzy, which shows weakness and, truly after all we’ve been through, it just adds insult to injury.

As for the elections, there are still millions of votes to be won by any party or coalition, and numerous chances for “liberal” individual candidates to score big — unless of course the strategy is to sit idle and whine over the loss by Egypt’s liberals.

Sore losers joke, winners keep working harder and keep winning more. Focus and strategy is needed.

Moreover, people need to understand that there are differences in ideologies of the MB, Salafis, Al-Wasat, etc…lumping them all together as an “Islamist” front is fear-mongering similar to the Mubarak regime. I’d argue that they are actually in conflict with one another and will find it hard to reach consensus on many levels, thus vulnerable to self-destruction.

Scaring ourselves into a corner will mean further isolation and further inaction on part of the liberals. We’re shooting ourselves in the foot and creating a dynamic where there’s us and them, to whose benefit? The only times we’ve won are when we are able to unite (utopian, I know) or reach a compromise.

And if there are already rifts in society then why widen them further only to fall through the cracks ourselves?

You don’t think there are a million and one jokes to be made by the “Islamists” about the liberal lifestyle? Yet I haven’t seen a single one. How can we be so judgmental when inclusion, tolerance and acceptance are what we most need now?

The focus now is on the constitution, the economy, civilian rule, no military trials, and so much more…if we tear ourselves apart now, we’re screwed for life.

*Amira Salah-Ahmed

Revolution
A constant state of being
Defiance, being
Igniting resistance
Revolting
Affirming existence
Against the tide
Pushing
Being one, uniting
Being a flood
Standing on a thin line
With all your being
Breaking divides
Screaming
Piercing muted minds
Being victorious
Then – defeated
Delayed, undeterred
Being
Stronger than most
Strident
Shaking the core of earth
Willed, willing to give
Everything
Kicking in the door
Crazy? Visionary
Galvanizing millions
Chanting, dismantling systems
Then – alone
Detained, determined
Solitary strength
Still being, solid
Freedom
A state of mind
Never silent
Never still
Contagious passion
Spreading
Gaining momentum, again
Riling up anger
Waking up, again
A new machine, camouflaged
Same technique, repeat
Revolt, constantly

*Amira Salah-Ahmed

Swept away the residue of yesterday
Brushed off the dust of intimidation

You’ve connected the dots it seems
Using drops of precious blood still staining the streets

But unlike before, I see the red lines
And I cross them with ease

I jump on them, stomping my feat
Like the crack that broke your mother’s back
This too will break you

I’ll twirl on them like a ballerina
Balance
Sway to the right, then to the left
Tap on beat
Just as I please

Write over them with truth
That maims your chokehold on the masses
No longer am I suffocated by propriety

You are not my father
We are not your honorable children
We are powerful citizens

This is how you shall address me now
In your next communiqué, I want u to say
Oh ye miraculous force that toppled the giant
And when you summon me, I expect a red carpet

Recognize the might
And that patronizing tone
It sounds like you stole it from he — who shall remain without a name

I see your red line
And I raise you a red flag

The stakes are high
I’m calling your bluff
Your betting blind
I’ll force you to fold

How unwise
After all the work we’ve done
You think you can swoop in and eat the cake we baked?

Riling up fear of extremists and non-believers
All the same

A wheel of production, turning in its grave
Well just let it lie in peace

We will reinvent the circle of this life
Make it roll down the road we choose

Lest you be confused
This is a revolution of words
Of chants and screams
Our faith and dreams

Of accountability
So don’t count on your ability to strategize war
Tacticize, tribunalize

This is a different battlefield
Laced with mines of our making

It is you who should tip toe around our red line: dignity
Trip over yourself to cater to our needs
Instead of power tripping and back door deals

Instead of banging on battered backs
And violating the most intimate parts of me

A revolution, ready to birth life anew
Don’t you dare SCAF it up

We will draw on the walls
Lift the veil till it goes viral
And your red lines
Will be
Double crossed

*Amira Salah-Ahmed

My eyes flutter open, from a silent slumber I am awoken. Blood rushes to dormant limbs, urging senses to unsleep. I look around, eyes unstung by morning light – it is not yet dawn. In the distance I hear the crescendoing roar of an engine as a jet tears its way through clouds, a siren piercing the sky.

I can feel it before it strikes, the thundering boom topples buildings, shatters glass, shreds lives. All is leveled, a mass of rubble and flesh. Then – a screaming silence. The eerily muted sound of life ceasing.

I feel as light as air. I feel. I am undead but unalive, uninhibited by a shapely temple. I can see but not through blinking eyes. I am beneath the crumbled town – everywhere and nowhere. I seep through the cracks of the fallen stone, spiral upwards until I reach light. I soar calmly, stubbornly persistent. I am peace.

Hovering over the scene, the town, the vast land, the nation, I unfurl like silk. Spread softly like velvet comfort and translucent, I reflect greens of the forest, whispering sky blues, rooftop reds, mountaintop whites.

Like a malleable chameleon, I confidently stride through walls, wrap around buildings, encircle families. I carry nations and embrace regions until, rudely interrupted, I falter. I bloom ambitiously: an atom wish, a durable demand then a relentless movement. Life reborn, gaining momentum from my harmonious symphony, until the booming sound of progress is ravaged by deafening defeat.

I ride a collision course with the contrary, at times maneuvering tactfully around destruction, at others swerving frantically from conflict. Constantly crashing down with a bellowing thud, I quickly rise from the rubble of my birth. And against my nature I learn that I must fight war to survive. Still, I am peace.

I am peace as I battle ignorance, peace as I defend sustenance, peace as I draw my sword against the savaged hunger. Insatiable in the face of justice I strategize against the enemy with the wiles of a conqueror. Serene I remain with a death grip served to prejudice, calmly maiming hatred so that it longer hums lies to the souls of the unwise.

My crusades of equality flood the streets to extract purity from mass graves of tainted hearts. I undash the hopes of generations and breathe life into wearied compassion. Floating over front lines like a fearless wave of resistance. I wash away the walled borders of race in a fiery chase with time.

Even in the toughest trials, I tip the balance to the right, worthy of every struggle. I celebrate victories with history lessons so I can one day rest assured. Breed hope with a will to survive one day, always, in peace.

*Amira Salah-Ahmed

This is the most important statement
Bursting with all the information
The who, where and what nows?

Words trimmed down to the bare minimum
The excess eaten with a swift erase
Is that clear enough for you?

Keep my opinions to myself
The world need only know the truth
If I can ever reach it
If you can ever be so unblind to see it

Covering angles with a sharp prognosis
Don’t get carried away with emotion
Crawl out of the scene and hover

Towing that thin line like a ballerina
Tip toeing around misinformation
Let judgments speak through parenthesis and blurred meanings

Do you see the vital detail?
Well now you know
But you weren’t there
You weren’t there to see the bullies
Didn’t feel the push and shove
The boiling center of that kettle
I stood there for hours for you
Water, please!

Meeting dead lines with a harsh sigh
Knowing that it’s never over
The pen was once your sword
Now a board of keys is my shield

The weight of the world sways on my shoulders
Can’t change much but at least I told ‘em
They can see me looking now
Eventually I will stare them down
But for now just pierce their conscience out of its slumber
They stay awake at night thinking of maneuvers
I breathe easy in a tired sleep

A spotlight moving over dark corners
Retell the same story which you’ll never get bored of
Gill them with queries, relay their replies
But you decide who’s right tonight

The inquisitive conveyor brings the baggage
The least you can do is help me carry it

I shake the earthquake of truth
So it comes tumbling overhead
Take cover unless you’re the other
Meant to be buried under the rubble

Knock one down, another rises
In this age there’s no escape
Before I die my torch has passed to a younger stead

I don’t need those biting words
Your accusations sting your own tongue
We can all see it, red with embarrassment
But there’s no blushing here
Just. Play. Ball.

This is about to get ugly
You have to see those lies through
And I’m here to expose you

Making mental notes
So you can’t track me down
Can’t drag me down with your wily tricks

I jump through loopholes rimmed with fire
Eat the dust of justice that I stir up
I am the emergency so let yourself get to know me

In the archive of my memory
The enemy is trembling with fear
They can shut me up
Crack that whip
Thousands take the streets in my defense
And it’s one way to hell from here

The dragon flees its slayer often
Until the one who slits its soul
Scattered over this city you will be
Part of my history but this is not the life I dreamed

Make room for my aspirations at your congregations
Or allow me to step up here and steal your pride
Convicted but I’m no thief
In time the judge will know this was rightfully mine

Keep writing
Tired of righting all your wrongs
Will not hum the tune of that song
I lyricize my own
Music of this generation
Filled with frustration that you brewed
Beautiful even with a painful bruise

I paid my dues but where’s your end of this deal?
Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?
Be a fool to think that I won’t get the last word

*Amira Salah-Ahmed