He couldn’t have been more than 19. His clothes were cheap and his sparse yet unshaven facial hair was indistinguishable from the dirt on his cheeks. He was with another kid on the other side of a kiosk and couldn’t see that I was listening.
“Is this the work of a God-fearing people?” screamed our neighborhood imam over the loudspeakers during Friday’s passionate sermon. The innate hostility in regard to Israel tilts toward hatred.
As the days pass, Egyptians seem more and more relaxed, and there is an emerging hope that displays itself in voices less strident, faces less stressed, more smiling, despite the stifling heat. Perhaps the storms of the Arab Spring have finished and now will come the flowering.
One month before Egypt’s presidential vote, 100,000 or more Islamists and liberals of all parties packed Tahrir Square to join in support of Egypt’s revolution.
Those who can have chosen to selectively forget the worst of recent memories, but most sense a new wave of conflict, gathering at a distance and surging toward them.