He is now free and at ease, for he has met his Lord; woe to his killers!

Muhammad Morsi, the first and only president elected by its people in Egypt's 5,000-year history, has departed to the Truth. He is now, in the fullest sense of the word, free. He went carrying with him his own certificate of martyrdom. As he went, he also carried the due of the fiery yoke his killers have hung around their own necks, and of the curse that will never leave them.

To those left behind he bequeathed a life story that is deeply meaningful, full of lessons and admonition, like a poem, like an epic, consistent from its first step to its last. For those who will struggle against oppression, he left a great source of courage: for 6 years a captive, yet standing upright as an alif. He lost nothing, he gained much, and he will continue to make others gain. With his death he gained a power that will turn the lives of his killers into a nightmare, and a life that will endure far longer than theirs.

For the 6 years since Morsi was overthrown by Sisi's coup, he was held in solitary confinement, but no one knew where he was being held. In truth he had not been arrested but kidnapped. He was kidnapped the way a gang kidnaps a person, and in the place where he was held, for 6 years he was deprived of every kind of right, not allowed to meet with his family and lawyers, and given no possibility of treatment in the face of his growing health problems. There was no supervisory or legal mechanism to check the conditions of his detention.

He was like a hostage in the hands of a criminal organization. The treatment he was subjected to was the kind of thing that could be done not by a state but only by an ordinary criminal organization. His body was entirely at the mercy of this criminal organization, this gang. They had neither conscience nor mercy. In the place where they held him, they were in a position to do to his body whatever they wished. Poisoning him slowly and bringing about his death whenever they wanted was the simplest thing. The only things they could fear were the public outrage his death might provoke and, a little, if any remained, the international reaction.

The putschists, who betrayed and used against him the trust he had received from him on behalf of his people, had no human values, no conscience, no mercy. The depth of baseness to which their consciences had fallen had been laid bare at Rabia Square but not measured. There could be no yardstick to measure that level. The coolness they displayed while massacring 3000 civilians who were holding sit-ins and demonstrations without any element of violence reflected not only that they did not fear God, but also the ease of having received a guarantee that the international order would not call them to account for their crimes.

If there is the slightest justice in this world, the criminals who should have been tried with a separate execution for each life had set up a theater of a court and dared to put on trial the legitimate president they had overthrown. In the comedy of a trial they staged for 6 years, the absurd charges they attributed to him had only one meaning: they wanted to kill him, but doing so through an execution, under some pretext, was a better option.

He was accused of meeting with Hamas and giving away the secrets of the Egyptian state, of not fighting terrorism sufficiently in Sinai, of failing to prevent the violent movements that emerged in Egypt during his presidency, and so on. It is easy enough to put forward these grounds in order to execute him, but how would they explain it to the world?

Moreover, even if they found a reasonable justification, executing him carried the danger of creating public outrage. Sisi, who has been caught at the inevitable end of all his putschists, found an easier solution than killing him by execution. This path was anticipated. Morsi himself anticipated it, and so he told his family, whom he had been able to see only two or three times in total in 6 years, about this situation. Although his illness was known, he was not allowed to be referred to a hospital and no measure was taken for his treatment. A more terrifying possibility is an assassination arranged through a poison given to him, so that he would slowly die on the day of the trial.

The fact that funeral procedures were carried out in a rush immediately after his death and that he was buried toward morning, and that no one other than a few members of his family was allowed to attend his funeral, reinforces this possibility. Morsi, who had been kidnapped for 6 years, has this time had his corpse kidnapped. Now the time has come for them to flee from his spirit into every nook and corner. But their fear will be of no use to their appointed hour; his spiritual soul will chase them to the very holes they have crept into.

MORSI'S LAST WORDS

With what he said in court on his last day, Morsi once again bore witness to the crime of his own criminals:

"You accuse me of having contact with Hamas; you are doing the same thing today. You accused me of what happened in Sinai; what is happening in Sinai even today is plain to see, so why can't you prevent it?

You accused me of the violent acts in Egypt and of what happened in churches and mosques; today much more of it is taking place under your administration.

You isolated me but did not abandon me; every day you did not neglect to drop by to torture me. You want to kill me slowly but in the most savage way, and the only thing you are wary of is the reaction you would face if I were slain.

No one but God knows what our appointed hour is. In the face of all these oppressions, betrayals and coups, I say only that God is enough for us, and what an excellent guardian He is. I know with certainty that I will meet God, with patience and gratitude, and that I will meet the oppressive criminals in the presence of God. All adversaries are gathered with Him.

My message to my children and my wife is this: God is my witness that I love you as no one but God can know. However much pain and suffering I endured in prison, however much time I spent without treatment, without medicine, I never stopped thinking of you day and night. I do not know when we will meet; perhaps it will be in paradise, and there we will complain to God of the oppressors' oppression.

From here, to the great people of Egypt, I say again and with strong emphasis that you have the power to change. O youth of Egypt, do not disappoint the mothers of the martyrs, do not disappoint your oppressed brothers. Oppression will not continue; days will come when none of the putschists will remain, for God is everlasting and eternal.

My presidency did not last even a year, and we saw that some Zio-Amero-Arab states interfered in the affairs of Egypt and bought some hired names in order to bring Egypt down. As you are witnessing now, it continues to be ruined with each passing day. Society will not be calm until the oppressors perish and the oppressed return."

According to eyewitnesses, Morsi collapsed to the ground with these last words, and his final words were these: "I am only waiting to meet God. O judge, woe from the Judge of the heavens to the judge of the earth!"