Ten years ago I died so that the Mona I am could be. I am grateful for all that she did and all that she was and I want her to know I have set fire to my rage over what happened to her and to so many other women during our revolution. 
She died and bequeathed me life end all the things she never dared to say.
And I promise her that I have used that rage as fuel for our liberation. We will be free. And I’ve spent the past decade saying all that she could not.
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And I promise her that I have used that rage as fuel for our liberation. We will be free. And I’ve spent the past decade saying all that she could not.
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November 24, 2011, when I was being held incommuncado by #Egyptian military intelligence & interrogated blindfolded - both my arms broken thanks to riot police - all I thought of was “Just you fuckers wait until I write about this.” Ha! Writing! In the face of such brutality!
“Writing is dangerous because we are afraid of what the writing reveals: the fears, the angers, the strengths of a woman under a triple or quadruple oppression...A woman who writes has power. And a woman with power is feared,” Gloria Anzaldúa
FEMINIST GIANT is my Just You Fucking Wait, I Will Write!
I survived you, fuckers.
I survived, you fuckers.
Fuck the patriarchy in every time zone and every universe.
I survived you, fuckers.
I survived, you fuckers.
Fuck the patriarchy in every time zone and every universe.
After they beat me and broke my arms, Egyptian riot police sexually assaulted me—my breasts, in between my legs, I was pulling their hands out of my trousers. And in the middle of the assault, I fell to the ground and I was eye level with their boots.
A voice told me “If you don’t get up now, they will kill you.” And with two broken arms I somehow got up.
Whose was that voice?
The Mona I used to be bequeathed me with life and the silences that she carried for too long. And she said “Write, dangerously.” DANGEROUSLY!
Whose was that voice?
The Mona I used to be bequeathed me with life and the silences that she carried for too long. And she said “Write, dangerously.” DANGEROUSLY!
I got tattoos after casts came off because no matter what they did to my body, it is still mine and I insist on beauty, pleasure & joy.
Sekhmet-goddess of retribution & sex, warrior & healer (yes please to both!). Mohamed Mahmoud Arabic for Liberation (Horeyya). 📷 @rerutled
Sekhmet-goddess of retribution & sex, warrior & healer (yes please to both!). Mohamed Mahmoud Arabic for Liberation (Horeyya). 📷 @rerutled
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