She logged out her Facebook account desperately and she knew how she just hated everything going on about her country.She felt that this country, or even its people, shall never witness justice someday.She wished to share her thoughts with anyone but she felt how desperate these thoughts are.She could never find hope.She waited a lot for justice to be present one day but all came in reverse...
then her grandmother appeared suddenly from no where reassured her and said ,as if she was reading her mind,
"The 25th of Jan. revolution is a strong root of hope tied deep down at the ground ;We may never reach it but it is always there.Surly others will find it as long as it is there deep inside our hearts.As long as it is a strong faith we firmly believe in.As long as it is a robust idea we shall never give up.Sweet heart it may be catastrophic and unfair that many people die and their rights are just being neglected but as long as their ideas and beliefs are immortal and passed on to some faithful generations.These people will always be alive so as their ideas and revolutions towards all corrupted authorities.Remember that the revolution is just the most astonishing thing that Allah has blessed Egypt with.Yes sweet it is a bless and remember that one day!"
