Death of Bouazazi

Salaam again,
 I back to describe how this all began.Muhammad Bouzazai, that is the name that rang out in the streets from sun rise to sunset. In my previous writing I lighly tampered upon the inspiring story about Bouzazi but now I will go even further what happened. So on December 17,2010  the  young  26 year old man was trying to fend for his family of eight  by selling fruits and vegetables. He was caught and abused by the police for doing his work unlicensed though he tried to pay for his crimes. They shamed and made him feel worthless so he burned himself. His action opened everyone eyes including my own on how neglecting and unloving our government is towards us, its people. Right then in my city, Sidi Bouzid, where Bouzazi was killed we began to protest. I was right in the middle of the loud vigorous crowds of people. We urged each other to make the protests even bigger. We called, we texted, we emailed, our families all over Tunisia. By September 27,2010 the protest had reached Tunis our capital, and there 1000 people had joined our cause. Protests were spreading like wildfire and  Ben Ali began to feel scared. He tried to fool us into going back to loving and respecting him by visiting Bouzazi in his hospital bed on 28 th . But, we would not fall for his old tricks anymore, our patience had run out that day even more people protested.Frustrated by our reaction toward his fake courtesy on the very same day Ben Ali ended up making a national broadcast calling us unacceptable people who should be punished. This angered everyone and it sealed our minds to continue fighting for change.