Even After the Death of the Father

She was a 20-year-old student of law. Her brother, who was a police man, was better treated by their father. Because of this partiality, the son used to feel better and stronger, and the daughter, although she loved her brother, felt weak and exploited. Her brother abused his authority upon her, and she used to obey him, but soon she woke up and said no. All these bitter feelings between them were because of their father.

She decided to go to the Tahrir Square to participate with the protesters. She wanted to go on the 25th of January, but her brother refused and she was forced to stay at home. While she was on her way to the Square, her brother was in his chief's office receiving orders to shoot the protesters and he blindly obeyed. All the protesters went there not for any personal interests; they went there for Egypt's sake. They sacrified their sights and their lives to make a new Egypt. They hoped for social justice and human dignity; they asked for their rights as human beings, but they were treated inhumanly, killed, and thrown in dustbins.

She was injured and her brother was informed of that, but couldn't hurry up to see her before she died, so she asked the nurse to bring her a paper and a pen to write a letter to him.

My dear brother:
You have always treated me as if I am not a human being like you. I know that all of that is because of our father. Even after he passed away, your way of dealing with me doesn't change because he has already brought you up to these rules. I've always wanted to unite with you, but you have refused. I forgive you for killing me, but I will never forgive you for killing other Egyptians. Dear brother, this revolution was for all of us, but unfortunately, it transformed into a battle between you and us, and we will win at the end because we are asking for our legitimate rights, and because the blood of the martyrs will not be in vain.