I am Tallulah

You were the spark that lit thousands of candles.
Your impassioned pleas touched our hearts.

Your dreams for Libya became our dreams.
Your honesty and dedication were inspirational.

Many tears were shed the night you were killed.
Your global brothers and sisters mourned your loss.

Today as we mark this anniversary,
a year since you've been gone,

we remember, and miss you still.
You gave us far more than you ever realized.

We will never forget you, Mohammed Nabbous.
May you rest, safe in the arms of the Almighty.

... after reading Sandmonkey's blog post:

After reading Sandmonkey's blog post I was overwhelmed with sadness. I wanted to comment but words failed me. When I read the tweets, FB and blog posts of those involved in Egypt's revolution, and sense the exhaustion, despair, disillusionment, I wish there were words that could rejuvenate and inspire. The cold hard reality is that Revolution takes a long time to achieve. Along the way there are far too many lives irrevocably altered, or ended; far too much blood is shed in gaining freedom.

Yet, through it all, I am reminded what resilient people Egyptians are, and their wonderful sense of humour shines through, with twitter topics like #LoveInTheTimeOfRevolutions. Thank God for that sense of humour!

Thank God, too, for their tenacity and resilience. They have not, as in some countries, succumbed to taking up arms to fight their oppressors. They still use sticks and stones, and unadulterated courage facing oppressors armed with guns, tear gas, and shields. As much as they are empassioned to succeed, they are still dedicated to doing so peacefully if possible.

No one gave Egyptians a manual on the perfect way to have a Revolution. They went by instinct, by passion, by commitment. Mistakes were made, and more will be made. But they will keep going, and one day they will win.

Things are changing outside of Tahrir Square. A friend of mine in Port Said was not, up to this time, very outspoken about politics in Egypt. After the massacre at the football game, I actually saw her comment negatively about SCAF. I am certain that is happening across the country. SCAF will be the making of their own demise, in time.

Although I often post a comment on Sandmonkey's blog, I didn't this time. I'm not exactly sure why, but it felt wrong. Those of us on the outside can empathize with Egyptian revolutionaries, but we can't fully understand what they have sacrificed thus far. Sometimes I wonder if our words to them really help, or just annoy. It's easy for us to say yalla and cheer them on, but we're not the ones losing loved ones, or being wounded, or facing teargas and bullets.

Egypt isn't my country, but I've come to care about those fighting the Revolution, and to care for what happens to Egypt as a country. So I will continue to pray for strength and healing for all those Egyptians that have given so much for this Revolution. They will win.

Read @Sandmonkey's tweets tonight and felt such sadness. Lives, irrevocably changed because of Revolution, will never be carefree again. Innocence, faith, blood and tears, have been sacrificed for Freedom. And the Revolution continues.

I pray that, one day, when time has reduced their wounds to faded scars, they can visit Tahrir Square and bask in the Freedom they gave so much to achieve. On that day they will pay tribute to those who paid the highest price for this Freedom.

History will remember them as 'Revolutionaries'. We, who have watched them from afar will insist on this, out of undying respect for all those Egyptians who dared to dream and put those dreams into action.

But, for now, we will quietly weep, and pray for their safety as they continue to sacrifice their hearts and souls for Freedom. Yalla, Masr!