I'll be alright
looking at me now
I don't quite see it
but I'll be alright
creamy, tightly packed sweet kernels yet infused with the chilli flavour of aromatic spices. Some savor it like gourmets, some gourmands, but a good many take it precooked and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.
They asked my younger sister in Georgetown univ. undergrad. admission interview, "If there was one thing you could change about Egypt what would it be?" and in a firm decisive tone she said, "its people"!
They couldn’t destroy all the nests so they decided to cut off the trees. But because it would destroy the sight they decided to trim only the inner branches leaving the tree outer silhouette. Now the trees look more of a soup bowl than a normal tree. Only the outer branches surrounding a big void! It is almost sunset now and normally birds of different kinds would be going round and round and when the sun finally goes down I will start enjoying my daily enchanting dose of a mixture of warbles, trills, whistles and rattles even my cat will be enjoying his daily bird watching ritual. But there are no birds no more. The enchanting twittering and wheezing chirping and chirruping singing are gone. And here I am hearing only monotonous cockroaches and badly missing the good old days. After days of desperate attempts to spot birds from all the windows in the house, my cat now sits idly by me staring emptily at the monitor. I get visions of setting up a society for the protections of Egyptian birds and then the visions start turning disturbing when it shows that the only members are me and my cat! I imagine the two of us standing in Talaat harb square, me hanging a “save the birds” banner on my nick and my cat, disguised as a bird, playing dead by my side.