Egypt has been my home for four years (July 10 will mark my anniversary). Four years ago I never thought anyone but Mubarak or someone from his clan would be leader. I never thought I would live through a revolution. And I certainly didn’t think the Muslim Brotherhood would gain power.
The only bright side that could possibly arise from this is knowing that the first president is going to be marred with problems. So perhaps it’s best that the Muslim Brotherhood did win in order to let people become disenfranchised with them. However, what will life be like now? Will we all still enjoy the things that we love about Egypt? Will it become more extreme or will the military still rule with Moursy only acting as a figurehead?
I don’t want to play the part of furthering fear over the Muslim Brotherhood’s control. But these are concerns that everyone has. Valid because to date, the MB has gone against everything it has said. First, the MB refused to take part in the Jan. 25 revolution. However, now it claims to have been instrumental in the movement. Second, the MB said it would not have a presidential candidate and even dismissed one of its members when he was rumored to run. This was prior to parliamentary elections. Naturally, as soon as the MB garnered enough seats in parliament, all of the sudden a presidential candidate was put on the ballot.
Economically, Shafiq posed the best option for Egypt. He was instrumental in infrastructural improvements including the newest terminal at Cairo International Airport. But some say, “Just because he built an airport doesn’t mean he’d be a good president.” And yet the MB does not have one strong, economically and internationally renowned business under its umbrella. So I guess we’ll see how well it works managing an entire country.
The saddest part of the day is how everyone is now breathing a sigh of relief. Had Moursy not been pronounced the winner, violence would have immediately erupted. This should say something about the Muslim Brotherhood and its supporters.
I was sitting at my favorite café listening to Radio Masr. I couldn’t keep up with the official results from all the governorates (numbers are hard enough to translate, much less numerous numbers being said rapidly). However, I could understand the final results. I was surprised. I was sitting alone and in tears over Egypt’s next president. This isn’t my country, but it has been my home for awhile now.