I do love the cover of Mona Prince’s Revolution Is My Name, a memoir about her experience participating in the Arab Spring protests in Tahrir in 2011. But Mona is not just any feminist, she ended up nominating herself for President in 2012 and again in 2017 (spoiler alert, she doesn’t even make it to the ballot – not that it’d make a difference with current President Sisi winning elections with 99% of the votes every time). She was a literature professor in Suez University with a record of getting in trouble, having been suspended numerous times for posting videos of herself on Facebook belly-dancing in a bikini, teaching John Milton’s Paradise Lost (which got her referred to criminal prosecution for devil worshiping) and just last May, handing out her new novel to the Israeli ambassador to Egypt.
In “Revolution Is My Name”, Prince provides us with a snapshot of Egypt’s political and social climate during the Revolution, as well as the aspirations and dreams of everyday Egyptians. It is a testimony that Egyptian women are not what Western media wants you to think, they don’t need to be saved, they don’t need anyone to speak for them. They were a force during the Revolution and they are pushing boundaries and creating spaces for themselves today.