Egyptian Elections

A long line, snaking along the corridor, Karim was waiting his turn.

The soldiers making sure that there was order, nothing untoward would happen here.

He had been waiting for this for a long time now, ever since Morsi was toppled from power.

The line shuffled forward, another person was processed.

Karim knew that it would be his turn soon, only two more people in front of him.

Another processed, getting quicker, the couple at the desk getting used to what they were doing.

Now Karim’s turn, no elections for him. Jail instead for being part of the old regime.