Introduction

Hi. I'm an 11 year old girl in Grade 6. I'm from Egypt but live in Canada. I am proudly a muslim. All my life, I've loved writing. When I was less than 4 years old, my mother introduced me to Microsoft Powerpoint. I started to make "books" on it. When I started school, my love for writing just grew. But from kindergarten to Grade 3, I had something called Selective Mutism. In Junior Kindergarten, I wouldn't talk to my teacher. I was completely silent. I don't know what caused me to be like that. As the years went on, I would whisper and only talk to my friends aloud. I had therapy, but even the therapist couldn't solve the problem. So I did. I gathered the little courage I had and finally decided to transfer schools. I'm much more comfortable in the school I'm in right now. I talk out loud, have the best friends in the world, and have the best teachers a girl could ask for. I have given it some thought and realized. I love saying my opinion. I love hearing other's opinions. Being a journalist is the job for me. Now I don't know if my dreams will change, but for now, I want to make the most of this dream.

Saturday, 24 January 2015

January 25

Tomorrow is the day.
Let me take you back to a time we call the Egyptian Revolution.
There we were. All religions together as Egyptians fighting for our freedom. Fighting to get rid of the one force of evil we knew at the time, Hosni Mubarak. The streets of Egypt filled with Egyptians who just wanted their freedom. Hosni Mubarak had ruined their country enough for them. The Egyptians took it into their own hands, or should I say their own hand. They were one hand. They were one hand. They were together. Mubarak ordered the MILITARY to eliminate the people. Mubarak killed so many people just for power. He imprisoned his own people for wanting the best for their country. To this day, I have no idea how he was called "innocent". We finally got what we wanted February 14, 2011.  I was happy. Everyone was happy. They were still together as one. But this story didn't end at and they lived happily ever after.  There we were. Having our first proper election. Mohamed Morsi was voted as president. He was actually quite nice and we were happy... at first. The media insulted him. I have to admit, Morsi didn't do as much as we wanted. The people were blinded by the media. The military stepped in and got rid of him. Nope. Still no happily ever after. El-Sisi made people believe that he was like a much loved but horrible previous president, Gamal Abdel Nasser. El-Sisi won that election. Now, anybody who says anything he disapproves of on TV or even on social media, they're in great danger. Today, we aren't one hand. We constantly blame each other for things El-Sisi and his military have done. I passionately hate you, El-Sisi. Arrest me, I'm saying my opinion. You are a brainwashing maniac. You are a greedy power seeking man. I hate you and if you were in front of me right now, I would gladly kick your butt. I hate you will all my heart. You could've gained the proper kind of trust from the people. You could've actually been the one president who didn't make major mistakes! Instead, you chose to do the exact thing we were fighting for back in 2011. We wanted freedom of speech. We lost that. We wanted a fair leader. We never even got much of that either. It's you greedy villains who are destroying what we used to call a country. You know what you are? You are evil. I can't believe anyone actually likes you.

#Iamegypt


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