Editor of the Egyptian opposition weekly, Al-Usbu', Mustafa Bakri described "a dream" in which he was sent by the Egyptian government to serve as a bodyguard for Ariel Sharon on the latter's visit to Egypt. So reports the Middle East Media Research Institute. In the dream - appearing in the February 12th edition of Al-Usbu' and reprinted in Al-Quds Al-Arab in London the next day -
Bakri goes to meet Sharon at the airport: "After a short while, the pig landed; his face was diabolical, a murderer; his hands soiled with the blood of women and children. A criminal who should be executed in the town square. Should I remain silent as many others did? Should I guard this butcher on my homeland's soil? All of a sudden, I forgot everything: the past and the future, my wife and my children and I decided to do it. I pulled my gun and aimed it at the cowardly pig's head. I emptied all the bullets and screamed: blood-vengeance for the [Egyptian] POWs, blood-vengeance for the martyrs. The murderer collapsed under my feet. I breathed a sigh of relief. I realized the meaning of virility, and of self-sacrifice. The criminal died. I stepped on the pig's head with my shoes and screamed from the bottom of my heart: Long live Egypt, long live Palestine, Jerusalem will never die and never will the honor of the nation be lost. I kept screaming at the top of my lungs until my wife put her hand on me. I woke up from this most beautiful dream and decided not to surrender to humiliation."
Bakri goes to meet Sharon at the airport: "After a short while, the pig landed; his face was diabolical, a murderer; his hands soiled with the blood of women and children. A criminal who should be executed in the town square. Should I remain silent as many others did? Should I guard this butcher on my homeland's soil? All of a sudden, I forgot everything: the past and the future, my wife and my children and I decided to do it. I pulled my gun and aimed it at the cowardly pig's head. I emptied all the bullets and screamed: blood-vengeance for the [Egyptian] POWs, blood-vengeance for the martyrs. The murderer collapsed under my feet. I breathed a sigh of relief. I realized the meaning of virility, and of self-sacrifice. The criminal died. I stepped on the pig's head with my shoes and screamed from the bottom of my heart: Long live Egypt, long live Palestine, Jerusalem will never die and never will the honor of the nation be lost. I kept screaming at the top of my lungs until my wife put her hand on me. I woke up from this most beautiful dream and decided not to surrender to humiliation."