My friends told me that they will come with me, I waited but no one showed up but that didn’t break my determination to go, as it means a lot to me.

I arrived at al-Tahrir square from where the demo. should start, and I was surprised to find that the numbers of police men and journalists were more than the demonstrators themselves.

We needed some men to hold the sign boards (these were also more than us).
I was a little bit disappointed, because I was dreaming of a huge demo. but when I took a minute to think about what this demo. represents, I restored some of the hope to my heart.
It starts of depressing but then...
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We decided -regardless of the small number- to march to al-Firdows square where the statue of the tyrant was knocked down on the 9th. of April.

The people who were standing or passing by through the ever crowded (Saadoon street) were watching carelessly and reading our signs.

After a while some men joined us, ordinary simple people with their simple clothes telling their suffering.

Fear started to vanish away from their hearts and people continued to join us and the small crowd grew bigger.

We became several thousands, and I saw the future in their eyes, I didn’t feel they were strangers; we were closer to each other than ever, carrying the same feelings and ambitions.