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If this doesn’t work, what will happen to us?

If this doesn’t work, what will happen to us?

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J. Malcolm Garcia reports on the struggles of Egyptians after Mubarak @ Guernica.
Friday, April 8, 201111 a.m.She wants me to look at the sign she holds high above the heads of protesters, and read the words she has written on either side of a photograph of her five-year-old grandson.From the revolution where are my rightsI’m an innocent child release my father

The Khaarijee: A Chronicle of Friendship and War in Kabul
J. Malcolm Garcia on Amazon

And this below his picture:Bring my father out quicklyBring my father out injustice is not good.Bring my father out I want to see himI see everything dark without my fatherBring my father out or you will go to hellDozens of people push and shove, jostling around the grandmother, 48-year-old Magada Ahmed Mohammad. Spinning in circles, moving one way and then another with no apparent purpose other than to escape the crush of bodies descending on Cairo’s Tahrir Square for today’s demonstration, a day of “cleansing and prosecution” as organizers have called it.Two months earlier similar gatherings in the square forced Egyptian president Hosni Mubarak to leave office. Those demonstrations also had names: “The Day of Revolt,” “The Friday of Anger,” and most memorably “The Friday of Departure” when Mubarak quit the presidency on February 11.Now the youth movement that defied him has grown impatient with the slow pace of change since he left office. The Supreme Council of the Armed Forces that now rules the country appears reluctant to prosecute Mubarak and his cabinet for corruption and human rights abuses. So the hundreds of protesters now clogging the square have decided to once again demonstrate and stay until Mubarak and his cronies are arrested and charged with crimes.read more

Cooking as the slaves did

Cooking as the slaves did

I could carry my love for him like terror