That of my pink pinky..
Twists and turns, loops within loops, of a very long succession of people…I walked up to the queue that leads to the building, where within, proud citizens of this country, for the first time in their entire lives, are held accountable and responsible to their voices…The referendum of the 19th of March-2011..
About my pink pinky, it just said its first word..
A person’s first word is very significant, marking the first few moments he feels strong enough to articulate a thought or emotion..and so were the first 80 million first official words made in one day in this country, marking the first few moments we feel significant enough to choose for ourselves the path of our future..
The longest line I ever had to stand in (and I thought saladero’s line was long!)…Hours elapsed by as people started getting hallucinations from the strong strike of the sun, or at least I know I did, yet the end of the line kept getting more and more distant as more and more people came to contribute with their voice for the well-being of their land…The sentiment in the air was like that of a child getting his first taste of candy, or as one of my friends has remarked, “It feels like we all have a test today: the same feeling of tensed finger tips and butterflies in stomach” …
As the sun was persistent on melting my brains down, the sounds of the small conversations among people standing in the line became sharper- as if I needed the headache…some were throwing jokes back and forth about how their dead grandparents used to have voices during Mubarak’s era, and they don’t anymore..some were sharing their emotions, about how they feel scared, yet happy and proud..others were discussing how they will not live as long as they have already lived yet they feel like their lives have just started..and others were talking amongst themselves about distributing water bottles on the people waiting…
A while later, citizens walking closer to the curb-AKA: children, but I refuse to call them the latter after what I saw today-were all over the place, offering water, cold drinks, and snacks…remarking how they feel proud and secure..one girl telling her mother standing behind me that she wants to vote because she would be grown up by the time those people’s choices really make an influence on lives of this country’s people, so she should have a say in her future..as her mother tried explaining that adults have a say because they have a better understanding of the situation, I thought the girl had a point, but I was most fascinated to see this little girl thinking of and demanding her rights..
During this experience I was reassured of this country’s safety and future..
Character of the Post: “Citizens walking closer to the curb”
Random Notion of the Post: “Evolving photo-poses of an Egyptian: Egyptian posing with flag..Egyptian posing with tanks..Egyptian posing with a proud, pink finger..”