Morsified



The sagas of sacred scarabs, gales of the gothly and godly wonders, consecrated scriptures on the perennial papyrus are all just coming down to pulp. The instant nexus of Egypt is now being deterred from tombstones to turmoil.

Politics is an implicitly relentless and rigid crusade between the liberals and the conservatives but when left and right get a bottom as big and sensitive as religion, the top becomes an un-proportionate configuration. Morsi was the first President democratically-elected but was hotly removed just after a year in office by the military army. He should have known that democracy can also lead to demolition.

There was obviously no Mubarak* in Hosni Mubarak’s regime and more importantly than the world knowing that it was time to voice for a change, the people of Egypt knew. June of 2012 was supposed to be the redemption resolution but ended in a rancorous revolution. Yet again.

Morsi tried to build his presiding tower with Legos on a dais that was too vulnerable and miserable to his Islamist ways. The country has a part shooting up fireworks to celebrate the ousting of Morsi while the other is shooting those who celebrate. There are extremists, elitists, liberals, revolutionaries and those with no side at all trying to cloak the country in their own cotton-wrapping but leave the economic state mummified instead. 

Ruling with religion; how much of religion and what of religion in a country that is trying to break-free of the political-Islamist ways is indirectly confirming the axiom that family and business don’t mix. Because they don’t.

The Brotherhood, just like the medieval-fantasy show, is all a Game of Thrones.

*Arabic for blessed