I had returned home from the doctor’s clinic on Saturday evening fidgeting with anxiety. My surgery was scheduled for the next day, and naturally my mind started contemplating the results. If all goes well I should be alive and in a better condition than I am in now. If not … Well, I didn’t want to dwell on the possibilities.
In the run up to the toppling of the then president Mohamed Hosny Mubarak, his parasitic group in power did their utmost to keep him in place. Government-controlled media took up mass propaganda by fabricating stories and advocating the ex-president’s merits.
The loyalists were using a message they thought would make most people quiet down, a message that had proven effective in the past – the president is your father.
It was a clever card to play, addressing the strong emotional bond between Egyptians and their families. A family in Egypt is widely seen as the building block of society, and its well-being is the number one priority to all its members.
I wanted to talk but they silenced me, I wanted to know but they banned me and I wanted to work but they stood in my way. I wanted to breathe but they polluted the air, I wanted to be but they classified me and I wanted to explore but they bound me.