With their song “Irhal” (get out), Ramy Essam, known as the singer of the revolution, encouraged thousands of Egyptians in Tahrir Square to demand the resignation of Hosni Mubarak.
He is a citizen, born in Mansoura, that before the start of the riots and protest songs he had composed on the regime of Hosni Mubarak. Talk about an ass and his ass. The little donkey implores the father to let him push the cart in an obvious satire Mubarak and his son, who was to inherit power.
He sang this song, and those made by him during the two weeks he spent camped in Tahir Square. After the second time Mubarak appeared on Egyptian television, in full revolt, announcing that he stayed in power until elections in September, became “singer of the revolution.” Listening to the words of Mubarak, with all his cynicism and contempt for the people wrote what millions of Egyptians waiting in the streets of the country: “Irhal” (get out). Someone went to youtube video of the song sung in Tahir Square and became the song of the Egyptian revolution.
But the Egyptian revolution was not just a party. There was violence, as occurred on February 2, the bloody Wednesday of the camels. That day the Mubarak regime sent to Cairo’s Tahrir Square hundreds of his followers on horses and camels, and armed with stones and sticks to attack the protesters to death. Ramy stoned in the head, broke his face. The days passed in Tahrir Square and the feeling of appropriating our future grew.But it was just two weeks after it to start the protest last Tuesday that the country endured Mubarak as president, when I really felt that something big was happening. That day arrived in Tahrir Square hundreds of thousands of middle class people so far had not been present. Doctors, engineers, professionals from all sectors came to support the massive movement. A vast and important area of the country that managed to defeat the fears generated by the misconceptions about people of the place came to tell Mubarak “Irhal.”Three days later, Mubarak left office.
After 18 days that shook up his fall to the Egyptian regime, I went to take a turn Tahrir Square, where he had called for a new demonstration. Some soldiers captured and tortured me for four hours with all kinds of torture: electric shocks, club, blows. Finally, let me go with the body covered with wounds, as a kind of living standard to warn the Egyptians what the army can do against any person at any time. In my body you can read that our revolution is in danger.
(As told by himself.)