Mansoura Ez-Eldin

The Callous Father Who Refuses to Die

Re: The Callous Father Who Refuses to Die, and the Madman Screaming at the Wind The place: Tahrir Street in Doqqi. The time: Four o'clock in the afternoon less than two weeks after Mubarak’s ouster. Traffic is jammed, cars lining up behind one another waiting for the light to change. The atmosphere is stifling, and there is a palpable feeling in the air that everyone is about to lose it. You can feel it in the way the lethargic bodies jerk about. You can feel it in the ...