“You didn’t really think he was going to step down, did you?”
My heart was black. I felt like a heel. How could I have let the cheering and the flags and the singing and chanting lead me to believe in change, lead me to believe that something good can happen there?
That was yesterday.
Today, on Friday, on the evening of the day of prayer, under the glowing lights of Tahrir Square, the square is packed. The people are jubilant. They are cheering. They are chanting. They are singing and screaming and whistling. They are jumping up and down. Cars are honking their horns. The flags are waving furiously back and forth.
Mubarak has resigned. The people have brought the regime down.
It is too early for tears, for there is so much work to do. Yet I am in tears. And I know I am not alone.