Do not be bothered by the title, and do not take your thinking in a specific direction. I am not a religious man or a preacher of the modern era.
While I was waiting for my turn at a government agency to complete an official paper, time was passing slowly and there was no sight in sight that the agency would expire quickly as long as I did not follow the known alternative methods from the beginning. Some call it a tip and others know it in the true sense... a bribe... that is not the point.
The longer you wait with people, the more necessary there is mutual conversation that is more like a means of self-entertainment so that you do not feel bored.
But some people quickly lose their patience and cannot bear to sit in a narrow space crowded with people as if they were in an open human prison... Expressions of restlessness begin and you are surprised that a man at the end of the class is talking to his daughter who was lucky and found a chair at the beginning of the class to sit on... Our friend fidgeted and expressed this with a gesture, and then she responded to him. “This is your country. What are you waiting for?!”
Only minutes had passed and an Arab expatriate entered, talking nervously on his phone and criticizing the other party for not fulfilling his repeated promises that he would help him finish what he requested... and he ended his speech by saying, “Give me a deadline, I want appointments for infidels, not Muslims.”
I don't care who he means by infidels. In the end, he praises these people and wishes that transactions between people were characterized by honesty, far from false claims of religiosity or lying and breaking covenants.
Another scene at the gate of a residential complex, one of the modern complexes, a novelty these days and a refuge for those looking for a quiet, safe life away from the crowds and chaos of Cairo. I wanted to wander around a residential complex in New Cairo that I was visiting for the first time, and the telephone directory led me to a gate not designated for visitors. The security guard told me: Entry is for visitors. From another gate, then he approached the car and lowered his voice, indicating that he was ready to let me in, “if I opened my eyes without him explicitly asking,” which is what happened. The gate opened quickly, and expressions of praise and readiness for other services were added when searching for housing in the complex.
When I handed over the rented car at the airport, I was surprised by two speeding tickets. What was strange was that they were in the same place near the hotel of residence, and I remembered that there were no signs showing the maximum permissible speed.
Unfortunately, visits to the homeland leave contradictory impressions. If you visit it as a tourist away from its official dealings, you will find everything that is pleasant, and if you visit it as a citizen, you have to endure the troubles of life.