In a recent visit to Egypt, November 2010, something more than ever struck me, more than usual, more than the normalized portraits we have begun getting used to. In the years I've visited Egypt, and the short while I lived there, poverty was always hanging off the edge, waiting to burst at any moment. Amidst a corrupt despotic regime, the social strata had begun to lose faith not only in the system but partly in themselves. An exhausted nation, working through it's teeth against an oppressive regime, was evidently calling for a revolution to bring insanity back into order. A revolution that was to find its way in the palms of Tahrir Square, trickling it's way in every alleyway and dirty dark corner in Egypt, too soon than anyone ever expected.
These images are but a particle of what was begging to be let out of the bag. Change is yet to prevail in the post-Mubarak era. Essentially, it is through a social political effort, that the people will slowly (if not quickly) see the effects of such a change trickling down.
(Photos taken by Noora Sharrab, November 2010)
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