On my way home, everything seemed quiet, the sun was going down,the windows were glaring with a warm orange light and,
I could hear cheerful voices set for dinner,
and I imagined that, in a few minutes the same voices
will be streaming from our home…
Singing and walking with dancing steps, happy,
as if I was infected by that mood that penetrated my eyes and ears.
Suddenly I stopped and everything looked gloomy,
suddenly it occurred to me;
How many people are deprived of that feeling of warmth,
being locked between 4 cruel walls,
getting scarred every time their neighbors get loud...
Or those who are old enough that no one needs them anymore,
those who have to wait for our charity from a season to the other,
accepting it bitterly, and smiling “par gentillesse”.
Those whose home is the street, tormented with despair,
trembling in the dark, stretching their hands to the world,
maybe someone will suddenly realize they exist…
Those who wake up every morning not knowing why,
when looking at the mirror everyday is a growing pain,
and not a glimpse of hope for tomorrow…
Those who think their lives got longer than it should,
that the angel of death has missed their souls,
That they are only here by mistake…
The children, who have no shoulder to lean on,
that are not sure that at least one person cares for them,
and anything concerns them is always secondary…
Thinking that I could have been one of them,
that someday I would become as lonely,
that I’m guilty for all…
Thinking about how many times, I frowned for no reason,
When a smile could have made someone’s day…
How many times I threw money buying what I don’t need,
When others are striving for an old piece of bread…
How many times I was complaining of an unwanted company,
When others scare people away…
How many times I never made use of what life has given me,
When others have nothing at all…
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very thoughtfull words...!
I'm delighted that someone managed to read all that and leave me a comment too...
Thank you.
2oustaza fee ifsad al la7azat al sa3eeda :) bas still i can see some sparks beyond this gloomy image :)
Heya el denia keda :)
mesh denia, dOnia:)
Bonsoir Rubiba, I arrived here via RRF. Your blog is a very interesting read. My experience of Egypt is limited to the usual Cairo tourist stuff as my egyptian-arabic is nil. I am curious why you have parts of your blog in French ? (it is my 3rd language, I'm english, living in NL).
Thanks Martin, it's my pleasure.
French was my 1st language at school, we are francophones. Egypt was so, but it's getting anglophone these days :D
So you said that your egyptian-arabic is nil, is that suggesting that you can speak arabic-arabic?? :)
everyonce in a while you read a blog and say to yourself.. wow, that was amazing! That's what happened here.
Something to think about in these strange times where some have it all, others are just getting by, and some have inhuman struggles every day.
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