To make matters worse, Obama made disturbing public statements. The international pressure emboldened the people protesting on the streets. I tried a last ditch effort, asking people to consider my long service to the nation, offering not to contest again to seek presidency, and even bewaring them of the foreign conspiracy behind the move to overthrow me. I relinquished most of my powers and passed it on to my deputy. However, people didn’t buy any of that and remained firm in their resolve to dethrone me. All work in the country came to a standstill. I had become virtually a prisoner in my own palaces.

It was difficult to withstand such an immense pressure from every quarter. I decided to give up and quit. I left the palaces and took shelter in this sea side resort. As I watch the mighty sea waves breaking in the sands at the beach, I realise my foolishness of desiring to rule forever. If these mighty waves can’t hold on even for a moment, who I am, a fragile human being, living on borrowed strength of other people think of continuing to rule forever. These thoughts console me a lot. But the very moment, the other thought enters pierces apart my solace. I Hosni Mubarak, the smartest and intelligent of all, who stood aloft like a mountain amongst the lesser struggling rulers, knowing all the tricks in the world to keep powers, controlling destinies of millions of people across the world, had to go down so easily and cheaply! What a shame. Why I could not disperse the crowd? Why I failed? Where did I make the mistake? What I am without powers? Why has this happened to me?