Before I protest I will celebrate. I will
celebrate that I still can express myself without fear. I will celebrate before
they snatch away that freedom of mine too. I will roam the streets with my head
held high in my “western” clothes and my “morals” lose before my likes and
dislikes are declared as treason against the state.
Before I protest, I will mourn. Mourn that
my love now has to abide by the directives laid by the Judiciary system of my
democratic country. Mourn that my country which has always had a place for
invaders and foreigners now has no place for 1.2 million of its population. Mourn
that instead of moving forward we are slipping back into the dark ages. But
mostly I will mourn that my country rewards hypocrisy and condemns love,
bravery and honesty.
