On Friday 25 November 2011, one week after the Mohamed Mahmoud events, I was standing near one of the entrances to the Sadat metro station, its tunnels spreading beneath Tahrir Square like a spider’s web. I saw a man wearing a heavy brown galabeya turn to a man walk..
Mohamad Salama Adam
Adam describes himself as a failed physicist and day laborer journalist. He spent his formative years between Wardan, a town in rural Giza whose only claim to fame is a fake Pharonic temple built by one of its Pharoah-obsessed sons, and Imbaba, an area of Cairo whose notoriety masks great swatches of its unremarkable suburbaness.
After earning a degree in Physics from Cairo University Adam worked as a medical rep in a prosthetic limbs company. Pining for his “forbidden love” (Physics) he secured a fellowship with a prestigious university whose teaching standards did not live up to his high hopes.
Adam was sucked into journalism, where he gainfully uses his favorite hobby, talking. He reports on the Muslim Brotherhood and the security sector. He has ambitions to write about football.