A Letter

To His Highness


Dear Sir El Mofadda,

I am a regular citizen.
My aspirations do not exceed that of the regular layman.
I want to eat without getting food poisoning.
I want to learn something in school.
I want to get the right medicine when I’m sick.
And I want hot water in the winter.

I want to pay for all these things. I don’t want them for free.

I don’t want to be filthy rich.
I don’t want my own gourmet cook.
I don’t want to study in Yale.
I don’t want to get bird flue vaccination.
And I don’t want my own Jacuzzi.

My biggest dream is to walk in a hospital, and find a free bed for my Grandmother without having to fight with the hospital manager. Or find the medicine I need, without having to contact an MP to get it from the hospital store room.

I know they can fake history books and say 2006 was the beginning of the golden age. But we are going to have to tell our children one day how we suffered that year to get water, electricity, medicine, and decent food.

History is written by those who remember it. Not those who fake it.

How does that make you feel?
Knowing your days are soon to be over?
How does it feel to be on top of a deteriorating country and have to be face to face with another Majesty, knowing all his accomplishments?

They say you want to be King.
Isn’t King a promotion? Really?


Your loving citizens,