I'M Home, Habebty: Egpytian Revolution

*habebty: arabic for my love *context: this year (2014) is the third anniversary since the egyptian revolution Friday, he told me, "Tomorrow will be a sad day." "Why?" I asked. "The anniversary of the revolution." Of course. When I had google searched "january news egpyt" the day before to see if any new protests had occured to block the streets and make him come home late, the results still showed the carnage of three years ago. There would be protests tomorrow. I asked him if he was going to work. "Yes." Saturday, I worried. I wouldn't tell him Not to go to the protest- I knew I would have gone too- Shouldn't I support what he believes? But then I think Red Bloodstains on streets Littered with banners Left abandoned White Tear gas Like the departing souls Of the martyrs of the revolution Black Riot gear uniforms Beat down protesters; They've sworn to arrest Anyone protesting today- I pray. I ask him where he is. "I'm home, habebty." He's decided not to go Since he thinks it's wrong To celebrate on a day So many have died. I breathe again. Nearly 50 died that weekend. I got to hear, I'm home, habebty.