Arwa, the youngest, is sitting in front of a computer outside her pink children's room in the small city of Abu Kebir, scrolling through her blog. "Mubarak is gone," she says. "When I'm old enough, I will have a seat in parliament, Inshallah."
En su habitación pintada de rosa, en cuclillas frente al ordenador, mueve el ratón por su blog y dice: „Mubarak se ha ido.