I miss you.

Cairo, I do.

I miss sleeping after Fajr, every day I was out there.

I miss sleeping after noticing the first light.

I miss waking up at ridiculous times in the afternoon with no care at all.

I miss my family out there.

I miss my nephew who might as well have been my younger brother.

I miss the balcony I looked over again and again.

I miss the plant who's abode was the balcony.

I miss the lovely neighbours, although not their dog.

I miss the only time of day that the weather was bearable, 8am.

I miss the warm people of Cairo.

I miss taxi rides in those infamous cars.

I miss the bank notes I had to exchange everyday.

I miss the rows of headscarves on sale in the market.

I miss the mangoes, God, I miss the mangoes.
I miss the grapes, the figs and the awfully brown drink I realised was tamarind.

I miss the shopping.

I miss the malls.

I miss the drivers.

I miss the waiters.

I miss the kofte.

I miss the grilled chicken from that particularly warm gentleman from around the corner.

I miss the da3mia.

Hey, I even miss the foul.

Cairo, I miss you.

I miss you very much.
2009, inshallah. I'm counting down the months.

Here are some pictures , some nostalgia! Trust me, they make me feel a little bit better everytime I look at them. Excuse the lack of photographic skill.

-the last picture illustrates the sleeping after Fajr thing, although not very articulately.

Salam alaykum.