A few years back while standing in a Cairo museum and peeping at the mummified corpse of Ramses II, the most famed Pharaoh in history, I was gripped in a complex emotion of awe, confusion, hatred and the impossibility of a mortal looking at the “immortal”, even though he was nothing more than a thin tuft of fluffy grey hair and crooked nose which gave him his distinct, legendary appearance. I was very close; only a few millimetre of glass separated our faces. I had a thousand questions for him but mummification had not found a way of preserving his speech. Over the next few years most of my questions have died out a natural death, a select few seem to have been even answered by the circumstances and experiences, but the biggest question that I had on my mind that day still haunts me: is the Pharaoh, who was thought to be immortal, finally dead or is he still alive?
They say for every Pharaoh there is a Moses, but the irony is that the followers of each Moses ultimately solidify their own distinct clout and thus the Pharoahood travels further off course under a different (more acceptable) Label, this has come a long way from the time of exodus to the present Zionistic Israel and its famous almighty, omnipotent, ubiquitous lobbies who like Biblical Pharaoh now decide who has the right to live, what should be called a news, how the economy of the world should dance to their tunes and so on and so forth.
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