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 !
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