a week of heat and storms
I head out into the street outside my office building in Santa Maria at the end of the day, attempting to catch the break in the rain in order to walk home.
Turning the corner, the weather is clearly not on the same page as me. The clouds tear open and the battering of the earth begins again. Four days ago the temperature in Santa Maria was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and now I am cursing not bringing my raincoat to work.
My open umbrella dances with others on the street, rising and falling to pass each other and avoid poking out their owner's eyes. Again, I turn and the rain beats down, increasingly more aggressive. I stop under an awning, waiting for it to slow, but after a while decide that the bottom of my jeans are soaked anyways so I might as well continue.
As I walk, the rushing water on the sidewalk seeps into my shoes and slowly soaks my feet, creating an internal slip and slide for my foot.
I come to a crosswalk that is no longer a crosswalk. A river about four feet across now runs through either side of the zebra strips, ankle deep, brown water that is carrying all the dirt of the city to some unknown location underground. I survey the scene, walk towards a slimmer part of the river and in the end have to stomp across anyways, giving into the wet, allowing it to fully bathe my feet and ankles.
And I can't help but smile as an old woman stomps across with me in her flip flops as she explains to me that it's good she's wearing a short dress so it doesn't get wet. At the next river, deeper and wider than the last, off go her flip flops and she wades across the street.
A small bird rolls down the sidewalk with the water, its feathers slicked down to its body, a tiny drowning victim of the storm.
When I reach home, I sit with my host parents at the front door of the house sipping juice and chimarrao, a bitter herbal hot drink characteristic of the South, and watching the rain drops explode on the street.
The storm eventually passes and leaves fresh wet streets,wet people and clean air, staving of the heat. At least for today.
you know it's summer in Egypt when...
The policemen begin to wear white!
Also it becomes bloody hot, and you begin to see the tell tale signs of Land Rovers which means that the Gulfies are here.
Summer means late nights, sweating in front of the fan, showering multiple times a day, and cringing about the thought of standing over a hot stove.
But soon I will miss the Cairo summers. As of May 25th I am leaving my little corner of Mohandiseen to move to Rotterdam in the Netherlands. I'm sure I will miss all the traffic, the fresh juice and the people.
late nights and kitties
I'm sitting in the office, listening to some Miles Davis and writing up session outlines. It's around 10 pm and I'm on my own, except for the mosquitoes who are here to keep me company.
I look up suddenly and there across the room is a cat ambling into the office. Not any cat, The Cat of dead baby kitties fame. She walks around for a bit, checks out the dirty office and then wanders back to the meeting room before climbing out the window that just won't fully shut.
Good for some late night entertainment.
kindness in cairo
It's a Wednesday night and my mom, Nisrin & I had just gotten off the metro in Sayeda Zeinab and were wandering around trying to figure out which side of the metro station we should be on. We look in the information area: no one to be seen.
A man in his mid 50s with a full beard who is also getting off the metro asks us where we are trying to go and we tell him Sayeda Zeinab mosque. "come". So we follow him down the stairs, through the night market where fruit stands are lit up with naked light bulbs, and stop at a juice stand.
"Asob?" Sugar cane juice?
We shake our heads "la, shukran". no thanks. But he smiles and tells the man in arabic "four sugarcane juices" and then mutters something else I don't understand. We gulp down the thick sweet juice and smile back.
And we're on our way. As we're walking through the alleyways and side streets Nisrin says to me " do you know what he just said to the juice man? he said 'we need to show them that Egyptians are good people'".
As we get to the street that Sayeda Zeinab and the restaurant we are going to is on, the man points us in the right direction and then tells us he's an Imam at a small mosque across the street so is it alright if he leaves us to find our way from there.
AIESEC International 2008/2009
I've spent the past 2 weeks in the Republic of Macedonia sitting in front of Lake Ohrid and attempting to predict the future. And now it is here.
Starting in June, I will be Director of the Middle East and North Africa for AIESEC International, based in Rotterdam and traveling all around the region supporting and building up the newest growth network in AIESEC.
The process has been an interesting one with a speech in front of 200 president's of AIESEC around the world, a question and answer session that involved spilling water on myself and laughing hysterically at times and rounding up the experience with an intensive interview.
Here is to many adventures to come.
radical changes in the rights of women in egypt
newsflash:
women's rights have progressed rapidly in egypt in the past few days with the astonishing new development in Cairene infrastructure:
the women's car on the subway has been moved from the front to the middle of the train!
watch as chaos ensues when confused men step on the train and immediately receive the evil eye! watch the men run to the cars on either side!
though the supposed purpose of this move was to make sure that women run less to catch the train, for me it has had the reverse effect and has confused my metro routine. and today was actually the First time I saw a women fall while running to catch the train...
so far the only result i've seen is that the front cars formerly reserved for women are almost empty, the new women's cars are almost empty and all cars in between are packed to the brim.
genius...
Thinking of a friend
Today is the three year anniversary of the death of a friend from an infection related to HIV/AIDS.
Thinking of him today.
One week later...
I've been fasting for a week now. I am feeling:
Exhausted
Fulfilled
Thirsty
Calm
Stressed
I haven't quite yet figured how to stay sane and healthy during Ramadan, so it's a bit of trying to keep my former Cairo schedule of staying up until 3 am and waking up at 8 but minus that lovely dose of high quality Nescafe in the am to jump start my day. I contemplated drinking a cup of coffee at 4 am when I wake for Suhoor, but the thought of being vibrant and bouncy and then attempting a return to slumber sounds downright painful.
My biggest inspiration and motivation is the people around me who are also fasting, particularly the ones that resist the anger that often arises when you are lacking in your basic, or not so basic needs. I have seen more fights during Ramadan (four in one night) right before iftar, than ever before, but also many more people being considerate to those around them. I think fasting can bring out very different sides of a person.
Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me and broken fast with me in the last week. Looking forward to the rest of the month.
An hour and a half to iftar.
Ramadan Kareem
fasting the first day
Day one of Ramadan:
My first real day of voluntary Ramadan fasting – a much different take on the Holy Month than my time in Jordan when I would stand out in the sun for hours in public, unable to eat, or drink except when scarfing down a snickers bar in the secrecy of a bathroom stall, or swigging a drop of water before leaving for work.
As I began my daily routine, I realized I had all sorts of questions about the dos and don’t of fasting. So I call up my teammate.
“Am I allowed to brush my teeth”
“Yes, but don’t swallow it”
“Make up? Am I allowed to wear make up?”
“You’re not supposed to wear make up in the first place, but it’s not something strict here, so do whatever”
“Deoderant?”
“yes, you can, but no extra perfume”
Whew. The usual 45 minutes it takes me to get ready is drastically cut down by the lack of this whole breakfast thing. Quite convenient. Off to the office I go, where I spend the day looking at my tongue trying to see if it is turning white yet, a sure sign that you are fasting and not drinking water, and reading about various rules and regulations of Ramadan. Some key ones:
The things which invalidate the fast are of two kinds. The first one requires Qada (only making up missed days), the other one not only requires Qada but also Kaffarah(a penalty).
The following are the things that require Qada only:
- Eating or drinking intentionally. This includes non-nourishing items taken by mouth.
- Deliberately causing oneself to throw up.
- The beginning of menstruation or post-childbirth bleeding even in the last moment before sunset.
- Ejaculation for reasons other than sexual intercourse.
- Intending to break the fast before sunset even if one changes his mind, since intention is one of the pre-requisites of the validity of fasting.
- Eating, drinking or having intercourse after dawn on the mistaken assumption that it is not dawn yet. Similarly, engaging in these acts before Maghrib on the mistaken assumption that it is already sunset.
Things that not only require Qada but also Kaffarah are the following:
1. Sexual intercourse during fasting(dawn to dusk). The penalty is to fast an additional period of 60 continuous days. If one is not able to do so then he must feed sixty poor people-one average meal each.
2. Before the days of the Prophet Muhammad(S.A.W.), slavery was a common practice in the Arab world. Islam eliminated slavery from the society in a very short period of time. A useful approach was to allow people free a slave as a charity or as a penalty for a sin. Thus during the time of the Prophet(S.A.W.), setting a slave free was the penalty one must pay as a kaffarah, if he or she had a slave. *
*from Islam for Today
Overall the fasting was not as difficult as anticipated – the most challenging moment was standing at this sweets store for 45 minutes, waiting in line as the workers furiously cut the various sweets and loaded them onto paper trays overwhelmed by the weight of sugar and honey.
It all ended with rather untraditional but entirely delcious southeast Asian iftar of khawaget, ie foreigners, complete with wonderful tom yum soup, pad thai and chicken in peanut sauce. As the first part of the call to prayer ended I munched on my dates and drank a glass of milk, happily closing my first official day of Ramadan in Cairo.
Magical Collision - Part Two
And this brings me to my Ramadan experience.
Suhoor is the last meal of the night before the fast begins again until sundown the next day. Generally people wake up at 4 am before the morning prayer or stay up with friends talking, smoking sheesha and enjoying the festivities of Ramadan before returning to a state of abstention as the sun rises.
I went for suhoor at 1 am with friends to this place called El Gesh, which in Arabic means, the little donkey. Beautiful paintings that look as though a five year old decided to draw lots of dancing donkeys adorned the baby blue walls of the restaurant. During Ramadan the place overflows and there are tables all over the street, with people standing like hawks above your table to snatch it up the moment that you have finished your delicious fuul beans, eggplant and yogurt.
We brought along a large crate of little yogurts, which everyone's mother tells them quenches your thirst during your fast if it is the last thing you eat before beginning to fast again. We followed along and squeezed the yogurt out like a jello shot, sans spoons.
Plans for sheesha and juice were quickly upbraided by slumber and I fell asleep after an amazing night that started with the celebration of the year 2000 and ended with the beginning of Ramadan.
