Sun Rise . Cairo.


Sneaked onto the roof top. Slumped on the lounge chair.  Waiting for legendary Ra to rise, wake  Cairo, the Nile up from their slumber with fingers of orange, red.

Thought I was alone.  From a pile of blankets, corner of the terrace, a young man looked up at me and said “Hello!” “Beautiful?”

I replied “Good Morning” slightly embarrassed. It was a cold and windy September in Cairo. “Don’t you feel cold sleeping here?” I asked.

Young man took a puff from a freshly lit cigarette and said ” no, no, really comfortable, here, we worked in the hotel and get to sleep on the roof top every night. Better than going back home to sleep”

“How old are you?”



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