Whenever I feel like the revolution has inhaled its last breath of air, I quietly remind myself to fear nothing.
For I know the revolution is a dream that has found a place in the hearts and minds of Egyptians.
It has found a place with those who allow themselves to imagine a better world.
The revolution is alive.
Its spirit felt amongst the men and women of Egypt.
Its spirit felt amongst the young and old of Egypt.
Its spirit felt amongst those not willing to give up on their dream.
I see it in their courage.
I see it in their generosity.
I see it in their optimism.
The revolution is a dream for a better Egypt.
Long live the dream.