In the end, it was a celebration of democracy in its most pure and romantic form. Hundreds of thousands in Tahrir square in Cairo, people from all walks of life and all schools of thoughts. Dignified intellectuals side by side prisoners who just broke out of jail. Groups who hate Israel and accuse Mubarak of collaborating with the Zionist enemy, along young students, dreaming of living Western modern life, who are fed up with their government accusing Israel and the Jews for all the problems in the country. The generation of Facebook mixed with the generation that knew only Pharaoh.
In a matter of two and a half weeks the revolution was won. Mubark resigned and a new Egypt was born. But the path towards victory was paved with blood and sacrifice. The day when Mubarak supporters clashed with the demonstrators, beaten scores of journalists and threaten to clear the square, seemed as the day of the possible suppression of the revolution. But the demonstrators did not draw back. They kept on voicing their outcry only in a louder voice.