Published in Ahram Online on April 10, 2013 Art and poetry, more than politics, express the true spirit of the Egyptian revolution, which cannot be concealed or silenced Scene I: Tuesday, 25 January 2011 at 7pm. Place: Tahrir Square. I had gone to Tahrir nearly two hours earlier to check on my sister. She had beaten me there and had succeeded in foiling an attempt by security forces to arrest her 15-year-old son. After I had made sure that she’d go home, and after I’d lied to her telling her that I, too, would go home, I joined a crowd…
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