The lesson we are indebted to Egypt for, our future generations learned that in the face of oppression silence is never golden.

In the face of mass atrocities, we stand in mass indifference rationalized by logic that sees us through the day.

Today, while the cyber world rages with ideologies and passionate moral perspectives, the streets remain comatose, echoing nothing but silence.

Complacency has taken the place of outrage and demands for justice have been substituted for trending hashtags and unified profile pictures.

The Women’s March had restored my faith as I am sure it has introduced the young generation to the new wave of feminism. A feminist movement that was made up of both sexes and all ages and creeds, one that did away with the arguments and stood arm in arm for a greater cause, a cause which the Arab media did not wish to project.

The Arab Spring whose seeds failed to bloom anything other than a chaotic mess that requires only blood to grow has contributed immensely to the rising numbers of these migrants.