As the warm late winter sun sank to usher in the slight chill of a mid-March evening, many of us wondered who would be next. We were unsure if it would be the last time we were saying goodbye to each other; the fear of being subject to state terror thickened the air. It was right before the pandemic set in—before fires raged around posters, protests, and the homes of Muslims in northeast Delhi. A small group of students frantically traversed universities and offices trying to garner support for a young Muslim student who had multiple FIRs filed against him from four BJP-led state governments and by the Centre. Those efforts grew into a small wave of resistance, support and solidarity, eventually segueing into a support drive for the survivors of the Delhi pogrom. Students from across universities and social locations joined in, contributing in perhaps modest but meaningful ways. Even in that dark hour, there was intense euphoria. For many, it was the fabled second dawn of revolution as they celebrated the participation of Muslims as masses in the movement. All was not well, of course. The minute anyone from the nameless masses spoke, escaping anonymity and claiming agency, to challenge both the ruling dispensation as well as the not-always tacit Islamophobia of the progressive sections of society, the celebrations of resistance and dissent seemed to halt for elite liberal intelligentsia.