excited about life

thats how you are in london:

excited about life.

you do not feel guilty for being fortunate

you shine despite the lack of the rays from the sun

you look beautiful

you feel beautiful

you feel fresh

grey does not bother you because it soon becomes associated with good art and good food

you are inspired

whatever you love you can blossom doing it in a place that provides for all

your natives flourish there

you feel good about life and you plan to be better

you get a million things done in one day

you sniff good oxygen clean and relaxing

your fingertips freeze and the bones of your face hurt from the cold but that does not bother you because you want to go where you are going

you feel sexy

the fashion has brought sexy back

leather studs and high heels are everywhere

and uggs and comfort in style also coexists

pale faces not dying to be bronzed stand proud along with arabs who are not discriminated against

in london you are excited about life

you want to live it

you get out of bed bouncing with joy hungry and looking forward to breakfast

tea is a ritualistic ceremony

people respect their differences

nobody molds anyone into being anyone

i have said it before it is the biggest refugee camp for the worlds fortunate

everyone enjoys the basic rights of walking in the street no matter how rich or poor

the windows of the stores show dramatic master pieces and a nostalgic feeling fills the streets

buildings as old as history recorded stand tall and modern life fills them.

hair dressers are artists

tattoos are everywhere

love is in the air

on my right two people were falling in love

on my left two others were celebrating their anniversary

couples do exist and shopping is a normal thing

i felt home and comfortable although freezing and shivering

every single day there are a million things to be done and love is waiting to be embraced

the lack of heat forces one to seek body heat from a friend, a lover, a husband or a wife

hands tangle, hugs are cherished and history is revered.

in london you feel a rush, a fast pace that is friendlier than the one in new york

you want to be your best or else you will be squashed

in london you are excited about life

in cairo i love my country but i fear the traffic jams

i wake up tired from doing nothing

i want to move and get things done but i feel heavy

i feel guilty for what i am and have for others are depleting in all ways

in cairo i love the sun but i wish i can breathe without the smoke of my family and friends' cigarettes everywhere. my family is here and that is worth the pains of alienation that i feel in my own town just for wearing my smile.

in cairo i have to kill my joy so people do not think im weird i have to walk slower and lose the bounce in my step

in cairo i have to be patient, i have to learn not to walk, i have to sit a lot or become a hamster in a gym. my other choice is to hide in the sattelite cities, those fake representations of life. In cairo i have to live in my bubble and i wonder if it is living. i tasted life in london and here i have to lose big parts of basic life although we are lucky and grateful we can not walk in the street, breathe fresh air and wear what we feel like.

thats it !