Dear leader, can my brother come home? He went out to a peaceful protest in Tunis and never returned. We are so worried. He’s a PHD graduate. He is really smart. Thank you. Dear leader, can I have my country back? It has been 32 years now since she has been away, I missed her so much.
Dear, dear leader, I hope you find it somewhere inside your cold heart to understand our grievances. We are out of work, out of money and out of patience. Dear leader, I am a professional driver. I can drive you out of the country and out of our lives, Insha’Allah. Dear leader Yemenis have put up with your aggression for 32 years, you have overstay your unwelcome.
Dear ‘you are not my’ leader, all my life I have never voted, and guess what; we have never had elections. Dear leader you are so gone, we are not returning to our houses before you step down. Dear leader why do you hate your country so much? Why won’t you let us prosper? Dear leader the people screams Peace! Peace! Peace! And your killers scream Bullets! Bullets! Bullets!
Dear leader I am translating my Arabic in English so you may understand me better: “GET OUT!” Dear leader, I want to thank you for bringing us together on Tahrir Square. Dear stupid leader, we are peaceful protesters. We are not drunkards, drug addicts and criminals. We are the people of Libya. Dear leader, stop blaming the western world. In the 42 years you put yourself in office I have never hear you say you were wrong for anything.
Dear leader, people are born free, I am expecting my daughter in a week. Can you go away so she can be born free? Dear leader, I don’t care if you read my letter, I am writing it anyway. Dear leader, you can arrest us, kill us or make us disappear, we will not allow the old ways of doing business.
Dear leader I used to love you and hate my country, now I love my country and hate you. Dear leader, thanks for making me proud of my country again, now get out, you son of a bitch. Dear leader, would you stop calling me your child in your speeches? You are not the father of the country and I am not your child, I am 50 years old.
Dear leader I am holding up a huge sign. “Would you leave, I am 8 years old and my hands hurt.” Dear leader we are protesting until you leave. Dear oppressor, we miss our brothers and sisters who died in the struggle. Thanks for ordering their killing. God doesn’t forget.
When our leaders lack the ambition to lead the people, our only hope is the people themselves. And our only fear is fear itself. Power to the People!