| Tahrir square after midnight in front of our camp site two nights before Mubarak's resignation on Feb 2011|
I was studying for a Genomics research paper on a camera flashlight
I'm not only talking about the students who voluntarily choose to be involved, or the student movements, or the crackdowns of the authorities on them because that's a total separate and complicated issue. It could be everyone who just happened to be graduating in such conditions.
However, I'm going to talk about my own experience as someone who paid a high price for getting involved.
Alienation in a campus the revolution didn't reach
In early March 2011 the euphoria was gone for most of the Egyptian people , the revolutionary spark was fading, the international media celebrations were over, and it was time for me to go back to the reality in parts of Egypt where the revolution didn't reach.
Between the revolution work and the school work:
#Jan25 was exactly in the winter break during my senior year and that placed me in a tough situation balancing my academic aspirations and scientific passion, and the important historical moment my country was going through.
It was such a pain and I was torn apart between school and revolution, it was clear something needed to be sacrificed. I turned down the scholarship application and eventually I had to pressure myself to pass my final semester with the lowest GPA in my educational history.
-"Shimaa Tahrir? Oh, she's not coming to the graduation ceremony".
-"Why is that?"
-"She is grieving over the dead, something like that".
Apparently God had a totally different plan than what I was envisioning and regardless of where I'm going to be in the next stage of my life I should be thankful for it.
At this point I'm not sure about where I'm headed to and I'm tried to thinking about it. I keep trying to find the way and in the meantime, I'm still searching tirelessly for a solid definition to meaning, value, and worth. I'm still praying that I shall be guided to a place and a condition where I could serve the good cause I was created to serve be it in science, media, politics, languages or who knows what.
To all the fellow students in the 2011 class who might have been through worse: You're not alone in this, you're in my thoughts and prayers. I'm praying that things will turn out to better to all of us and that we will use the knowledge we were blessed with one day to serve our countries and our peoples.