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Dear Mr President.


,Dear Mr President


It has been few days since you started ruling this country and I saw no change. I didn't give you my voice, and now, again, let me remind you why, but this time it is not words because I have more valid reasons.


I heard your speeches and your promises. I heard you patriotism and your vows for Egypt. Well, you are a true Egyptians, and then? Does your role stop here? Everyone heard your speeches and it is time for you to 
start listening to your people. I doubt that you even know what we want. Do you?

To begin with, I am positive Egyptians need home. They need to call Egypt a home rather than a country. I need that too.

Today's morning, you started a cycling marathon for around the streets. The media covered it well and I, personally, somehow fell for the sugarcoated headlines saying how you want to do something. But excuse me Mr President, this is not a club, it is a country. With it's economic, social, political and medical sectors, I think it is quite funny that first thing you decided to begin with was a Marathon (Seriously, CC? Enta moktane3?)

We have bigger demands, dreams and hopes that we need to fulfill and for what? Our basic needs of survival, Mr President.

Along your marathon news headline, there was another saying that discipline is now applied around the C-town. Well, I actually got excited until I read the news below that headline. It's you cutting off the daily bread of the Kiosks owners below the clause of being unlicensed.  It tells a lot how the new Egypt-the one that Egypt got back after you won the presidential elections- that you are building your image through stepping over the weak ones. We didn't demand this. We want a better Egypt, but not this way. You actually stepped over those who gave you their votes as well.

Let me add something more to the equation, women. Sexual harassment and inequality are spreading through Egypt's veins like toxic running water. You visited a sexual assault victim and thank you for this. But what about the rest?  Of course, this is not one of the news headlines, but Egyptian women are being mercilessly beaten and tortured in your prisons. You don't actually have to visit them, but will you do anything about it?

One of Egypt's main dilemmas is our traffic and yes, you said that you are doing the marathon thing for a good cause, then why are the streets still closed? We want to solve the traffic problem and the government is now the main reason for it. I will skip this point because I don't get it too.


The magical word is: Justice. We need to see more of it and less of secondary news headlines. We need no marathons and no love and no hugs. We need justice. We need to see the oppressed detainees spending their life normally with their families instead of spending it in the inhumane cells and prisons. We need a free media, less propaganda and more freedom of speech. We need social justice and more attention given to the ones in need who actually gave you their votes when you said you can't give back. We need good prices that the working class could afford and good medical services with no hospitals killing us and escaping. We need to cut off torture that embraces the prisons and less policemen assaulting Egyptians who got no one to have their backs.

We are asking for a lot, but it is all our rights. You asked us to work, and we are actually working too hard. I think it is your turn, Mr President, because if cycling marathons are what "work" is to you, then we'd never stop running, for I have seen that old man running after the public transportation in the burning sun just to get a humble salary every month, I have seen that helpless mother running from a hospital to another with her dying newborn between her arms to have everyone turning their back to her, and I have seen the hopeful youths running from men's bullets and they weren't fast enough.
Dear Mr President, If marathons are what "work" is to you, then I think Egyptians have been running for too long.

*This is why I, and many others, didn't give you their votes.

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