Namaste

In what the media called the Arab Spring, we saw the Fall of Idols. From Indigeni, we watched that peaceful gathering turn to a bloodbath. This is the story of Indigeni: just as we are saying peace and breaking bread, old idols are sewing seeds against the grain of our hopes and dreams. Youth voted with the unity drawn in the blood of their bodies. Reporters were scared and raped by the insurgents sent by the old regime. Above it all, we saw a halo of hope in the vessel of the light we all shared, from Tahrir to the heart of Indigeni!

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