A year ago, I was on a visit to my hometown, Alexandria, catching up with my all time friends over a coffee on the corniche. It was almost midnight, with the heavy breeze of the humid weather of Alexandria. Things were going really fine and fun until I was asked whether I've heard/read the news about Khaled Said or not; a young businessman that used to live in Cleopatra, a place very close to the coffee-shop where we were having our coffee. My answer was unfortunately no!
This is how it all started, my friend handed me his smartphone showing me the two photos of Khaled, before and after death. I was heart broken that night, I didn't really see that those two photos can change the face of Egypt in six months. Thanks to a stubborn regime that couldn't admit its brutality and excessive use of force that lead to the death of Khaled.
I went on trying to know more about Khaled, reading more about the autopsy report, watching his neighbors testimony, talk shows discussing the case. The news were all over the media, people were divided upon the press releases issues by the government stating that Khaled was a drug dealer and he died suffocating of a drugs pack that he swallowed during his arrest. Some where convinced with the story, some were not. My position at the time was it does not make any difference. Khaled was a human being at the end of day, needed to be treated in a better way.
One reasonable source was found online, "Kolena Khaled Said" Facebook page (We are all Khaled Said), more news about the case was posted regularly. At a time when I couldn't "Like" ElBaradei's page (worried about what might be turn out if State Security Agency was tracking the members of the page), I found it much easier to register to Khaled's page (which had no direct threat to our president at the time). The page was later on a direct reason for mobilizing people on January 25th, 2011.
I can't really remember the dates, but a week or two afterwards, it was announced on "Khaled Said's Facebook page" that there will be a silent stand on Alexandria's corniche. Multiple news were circulating at the time, whether the stand will be at 5pm, or it will start just after Friday's prayer in Sidi Gaber mosque. Dr Mohamed ElBaradei announced that he'll be joining the people in the stand, so did Ayman Nour, Hamdein Sabahy, George Ishak, and a lot of other public figures.
I decided along with my brother to join the protests, not knowing what could happen, the usual warnings from family and friends. I can still remember the discussion with my mom about how should it be safe, its just a silent stand for heaven's sake. Although, I can feel mom really wanting us to be there, she was doing her best not to let us go. It was the first time for me to protest since I graduated from college, I was also kind of worried. I headed to Sidi Gaber mosque along with my brother, the whole area was packed with big police trucks that usually commutes prisoners or policemen. We parked far away, decided to walk towards the mosque, this is when I found that a protest is taking place (not a silent stand), a cordon of policemen preventing people from joining the protest. Standing clueless with my brother behind the cordon, not to know what shall we do. We were not used to confront policemen, so we kept standing and watching the protest. It was this loud man, who came specifically from Hurghada who changed the scene. Prevented from entering the protest, he started shouting, saying how he spent the money and time to come and join such a protest after 12 hours of travelling. A group of typical Egyptian ladies/moms started clapping for him, embarrassed doing nothing, my brother and I started clapping too. Until the police officer let the man get in.
In a very intimidating way, the police officer approached me and asked me "Would you like to join too??", i can hear him threatening in a way, but again, embarrassed by the courageous act of the women next to me, my only response was "YES!". The police officer let us in, then closed to cordon again! Happy I joined the protest, I starting chanting with the people about how fake the autopsy report was, how violent the police was, how corrupt the Interiors Minister (Habib El-Adly) was, etc...
Ten minutes later, people started chanting against former president Mubarak, this is when I "found" my mouth was shut, I couldn't even join them saying "Down to Mubarak". That's how it was a year ago. I had to leave afterwards worrying about what can happen to me & my brother. I joined the silent stand later on @5pm close to where Khaled used live, really touched by the huge number of people participating, dressed in black and crying Khaled Said's blood (June 25th, 2010).
On the contrary, this year and in the memory of Khaled Said, I returned to Alexandria again on June 6th, to attend the launch of Masr AlHureyya party, and participate in Khaled Said's stand. I had to pleasure to give my condolences to his mom personally this time. There were no police trucks, no one to prevent us from getting to the stand, no one to threaten us and above all, NO FEAR!
Thanks Khaled Said, and thanks to Jan25 Revolution.










