This morning, Americans in the East Coast that I see are walking around like zombies - most slept at 3 or 4 in the morning, after a night of screaming of sadness or for happiness. I supposed the world, too, was interested in the outcome of this American ritual called elections, I called it a day as soon as I saw the numbers for Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Michigan.

And as soon as I saw the numbers for the Senate seats. I slept well. I knew what America will be talking about in a few hours from then - their fears. Fears tailored to their skin colour, religious belief, sexual orientation, and a host of others. I was more interested in coming up with questions in my field at the moment: Globalisation, American Foreign Policy, and the shape of American nationalism to come. Questions I had when Barack Obama became president.

Of course, inside of me a debate was raging - political, cultural, philosophical, and cybernetics as well. Questions such as: how soon will the Mexican wall be built? How divided will Americans be, in its progressively worse state? how soon will the crackdown on illegal immigrants be? How much will Chinese goods be stopped from coming into the country?

How soon will each masjid/mosque be under surveillance? how difficult will it be for those from ‘Muslim-countries’ such as Malaysia and Indonesia - today plagued with Islamic fundamentalism - to be granted those different kinds of visa? How soon will those factory-unemployed in the Red States of America be given jobs and be handed back their dignity? how much will the US be involved in the Middle East?

And one strange question popped out: will he be given the Nobel Peace Prize - as Obama was, in hope that he would not bomb Yemen and Syria, too. Obama’s Peace Prize did not make him a president of peace. Nor Obama’s pre-emptive recognition rub on his Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton.

They went to war, against IS it seemed, only for the American public to find out, through WikiLeaks used as weapons of mass elections, that the Obama administration was actually helping IS. What a letdown. Behind the rhetoric lies the frightening reality of the world of intrigue of spy vs spy, of Official Knowledge and Concealed and Masked Truths.

My thoughts on why Trump won and why it is one the most bizarre presidential elections since Columbus came and massacred the Arawak Indians by the tens of thousands stopped at around 2.30am last night.

I am not interested any more in figuring out why Hillary did not get to be the first female president. Sometimes when I run out of ideas thinking about scientific and cultural and philosophical explanations of a phenomena, I’d resort to what my mother taught me: explanations through proverbs. There would always be cool explanations.

If it was meant to be...

Trump won because The Universe and the Village wanted him to win, even if the American Media as Machinery and Hillary’s husband as political crony was behind not letting Trump be what he wanted to be. That is Fate. If it was meant to be, even if a village tries to stop it, he will still be. If he doesn’t want to be, even if a country pushed him to be, he would be. Malay logic from a Malay proverb my mother taught me. Be all you can be. To be or not to be.

So, I was done trying to figure out what happened with Hillary. Even the great 4th Estate of Corporate America could not make sense of what happened that made this elections an irony, a parody, a mystery, a tragedy and a comedy. I wanted to know the shape of things to come. I wanted to know if finally, the USA and Russia will cut a peaceful deal and work together to give each other Nobel Prizes.

Trump was not a career politician. Putin was not either. Both are no angels. Both have lived lives as gangsta hippies and Rambo combined. Trump is a billionaire; his billions he grew, water, fertilize, and nurture from a “humble million” his father gave him.

Putin, too, according to the website The Panama Papers, is a billionaire; his billions stashed somewhere in some Isle of Money-Laundering. Yes, he too is a Mixed-Martial Arts-Black Belt- Rock Music Deep Purple-Idolising Russian leader. And he had billions. Ten to be exact. If you check out the Panama papers you will also find names of any other leaders who are billionaires, including those of top Malaysian politicians.

So - Trump and Putin were on my mind. If they could work together for world peace, stop these killing in faraway lands and help make bread and not bombs and feed the poor and make the Old War-Mongering American Empire go away for good, why not?! Yes, why not, for a leader of a powerful nation. Maybe they both could destroy each of their 10,000 nuclear weapons they now have: each can destroy New York and New Jersey in just ten minutes.

Then I thought of the Malay word ‘rezeki’ or loosely, non-spiritually-translated as ‘good fortune’. Then I thought about ‘divine intervention’ or ‘deus ex machina’ of Fate and Design and Mandate from Heaven. Then a crazy thought came to my mind. Trump’s presidency is his ‘rezeki’, his ‘good fortune’ (after those billions he has) to do something else: to make peace, to reduce those bombings in the Mid-East, and to bury the Trans-Pacific Partnership Agreement altogether.

These crazy thoughts I had - maybe some might puke reading. But I had them. Maybe there is a reason for his victory. Maybe he will repent from what he has done in his Playboy, Centerfold Penthouse days. Maybe at 74, he could work well with the 55-year old Putin, not only to build hotels and golf courses in Russia, but to actually build a more peaceful world. To stop all of us from nuking each other to smithereens.

Because maybe the time has come. And maybe it is the ‘rezeki’ of Donald J Trump.

DR AZLY RAHMAN grew up in Johor Baru, Malaysia and holds a Columbia University (New York City) doctorate in International Education Development and Masters degrees in the fields of Education, International Affairs, Peace Studies and Communication. He will be pursuing his fifth Masters in Fine Arts, specialising in Fiction and Poetry Writing. He has taught more than 50 courses in six different departments and has written more than 350 analyses/essays on Malaysia. His 25 years of teaching experience in Malaysia and the United States spans over a wide range of subjects, from elementary to graduate education. He has edited and authored six books; Multiethnic Malaysia: Past, Present, Future (2009), Thesis on Cyberjaya: Hegemony and Utopianism in a Southeast Asian State (2012), The Allah Controversy and Other Essays on Malaysian Hypermodernity (2013), Dark Spring: Essays on the Ideological Roots of Malaysia's General Elections-13 (2013), a first Malay publication Kalimah Allah Milik Siapa?: Renungan dan Nukilan Tentang Malaysia di Era Pancaroba (2014), and Controlled Chaos: Essays on Mahathirism, Multimedia Super Corridor and Malaysia’s ‘New Politics’ (2014). He currently resides in the United States where he teaches courses in Education, Philosophy, Cultural Studies, Political Science, and American Studies. His forthcoming book, One Malaysia, under God, Bipolar, a joint project between Gerakbudaya and World Wise Books of New Jersey, USA, is his seventh compilation of essays on Malaysian Cultural, Creative, and Critical Studies. He is currently working on his eighth book, on Gifted and Talented Education in Malaysia, honouring a prominent educator. Twitter, blog