I always avoid conversations with taxi drivers, particularly political ones. But somehow I slipped into the following one!
Driver: Which side are you on? (Rab’a protesters or the military side).
Me: None. (Just to end the conversation).
Driver: One should make sure they’re on the right side. Right??
Me: I don’t know which side is right. (again trying to opt out the debate).
Driver: You should just follow your heart. What did you feel when you watched the dead bodies on Al Jazeerah channel?
*Few minutes later*
Driver: You really have to comfort me and tell me which side are you on?
Me: Why does it matter?
Driver: I need to know there still is goodness in the country.
Driver: You’re right. Remaining silent and all. You know, back during January’s revolution, everybody spoke up, now everybody’s too scared to talk.
That was the moment I realized I was afraid to speak, just like before January 25! I wanted to scream it out loud and tell him no, I am on the right side, I am against butchering innocent people and cremating their bodies. I support people’s right to protest and letting their voice be heard, I am longing for freedom… But I just remained silent!
Driver: I grieved over that massacre’s martyrs more than I grieved over my mother’s death!
Driver: Okay. If you support Sisi and army forces, just remain silent.
Me: I don’t…. *Trying not to break into tears*
Driver: Thank God. *Exhales*