Warda

Just woke up on a bad dream. Repercussions of Saturday's protest. In the dream, I suddenly hear very strong sounds of a girl having intense sex. I recognize the voice. Its that of a girl I've known too well a few years back. I run to the source of the sound, and see the guy on top of her, in action. So I tell them that we don't need to hear their sex, "please lower your voice", and I shut the door.

I saw this girl in Saturday's protest. Seemed to have become a replica of Sonallah Ibrahim's Warda. I was once joking with her when she was going to Yemen for two months, asking if she's already feeling Warda's character, and she was very pleased and amused with the comment back then. Apparently, she's really assuming the character now.

I saw her in the protest after the police picked up most of the guys, standing in a small group, among them was a guy that was suddenly grabbed by 6 plain-clothed soldiers to be dragged away.

The girl screamed and wailed. Kept shouting for them to leave him 'cause he's her husband, shouted for the "sons of dogs" to leave him. When they picked him, she jumped and tried to pull him out, then the wailing, screaming, and jumping continued till they took him away. She was just trying to save the guy. Simple. I had this urge to grab her, hold her arms, and tell her that its not gonna help, I think, so please shut up!

I then saw her later on the stairs of the syndicate, standing cool, smoking a cigarette, a smoker she has become. She said hi, I said hi, and I pointed to the unique flag she was wearing, lightly asking; "what is this? Che Guevara?!"