Mubarak's resignation is only so good for as far that he's there to be blamed for Egyptian unhappiness. Because decades after the euphoria is gone, and you wake up still hungry and unemployed, you'll wish there was a Mubarak, or invent another Mubarak, to blame for your unhappiness.
We know this because it has happened before. So many times before. The fall of a tyrant doesn't guarantee the people's happiness. Heck, barely guarantees their meals. Ask the French during the Reign of Terror after the fall of Antoinette's head. Ask Sumiati, twelve years after the fall of Soeharto's regime.
News flash: After the fall of a tyrant, people would still hungry. The unequal distribution of wealth shall maintain. And to those who're still hungry, you barely could sell the idea of a God if you don't bribe them first with a decent lunch.
Freedom, justice, dignity…man, these are great ideas that can't bring the food home. Subjugation, humiliation, oppression aren't so bad if you can sustain your family's basic needs through honest work.
The common folks are cool at attending prayers because it's a habit. It's a habit to stand up in lines. It's a habit to respond to commands spoken loudly, authoritatively (adzan, preacher's voice). It's a habit to discuss and converse afterwards what the sermon was about and then move along in thoughtful hope. En masse.
In real life, the habit to comply is necessary to sustain those fragile and relative eight hours of freedom. We realize that the poor spend more hours on labor, with less chances of achieving their ideal selves. The poor actually got lesser time to spend on choosing which ideal self they got to be. They can't afford thought.
And that, the freedom from thought, is the poor man's good fortune.
Big Ideas, Daily Practice
Great ideas (justice, freedom, dignity, compassion) are worthless if they are not followed with daily practice. And the daily practice of great ideas always come in simple, boring and uninspiring forms. The practice of great ideas come in the form of adhering to the universal laws, in maintaining proactive attitude towards the deadlines and dishes and the dregs of life.
And that's okay too, you know? Because there is always honor and grace in labor. And that's a promised reward we give ourselves, every time we are done with that one-more-shirt-to-fold.