Dig the spirt of the city,
Millions of faces merging into one.
Walk the streets under a blazing sun,
With aromas of dust and food
Intermixed with hookah smoke of fresh grapes,
Wafting through the midsummer sun that lasts forever.
Listen to the rhythm of the city that never sleeps,
To the loud conversations and the clinking of glasses of tea,
With leaflets of mint on the side.
The sound of a car horn being carried by the warm blreeze
At midnight, with you trying to sleep,
But soon you realize no matter how hard you try,
No matter how early you hit the roasted roads,
you’ll never beat this city’s traffic.
Feel the pulse of the city in your veins,
where you get lost in its beauty as much as you get lost in its streets.
The city of angels, demons and crooks.
The city where everyone’s friendly, but will beat you down if you cross the line.
Where the laughter and cries can be heard from miles away,
Where you’ll always get a helping hand if you need one, or ten.
Where you feel sheer joy and calm amidst its chaos.
Where you can see the ancient and the modern, the holy and corrupt at the same time.
Where the days last for eternity and the nights are not enough.
A city that can chew you down and spit you out if you’re not strong.
It is dirty,
It is polluted.
It is over populated,
It can be vulgar.
But it’s home,
Let the smiles heal your wounds,
and have some Cairo pride.