Somewhere in the middle of the Nile, you can feel small in the immensity, watching how endless everything around you feels.Then someone rows over, from who knows where, and ties their little boat to yours ready to toss you what will probably be your next favorite galabeya. You remember there are threads connecting you to everything you are. And this is what being Egyptian feels like. Even in the middle of nowhere, there is always someone to meet you, to stay alongside you, no matter how far you’ve gone.
This one’s for the person who always finds their way to you.
Somewhere in the middle of the Nile, you can feel small in the immensity, watching how endless everything around you feels.Then someone rows over, from who knows where, and ties their little boat to yours ready to toss you what will probably be your next favorite galabeya. You remember there are threads connecting you to everything you are. And this is what being Egyptian feels like. Even in the middle of nowhere, there is always someone to meet you, to stay alongside you, no matter how far you’ve gone.
This one’s for the person who always finds their way to you.
