Living in Egypt for a Year

2010.

As soon as I stepped out of the airport, I remember gulping in the ancient air and instantaneously looking around. I absorbed everything in awe: the ground plastered with sand, the exhaust from the traffic of cars swirling up into the bright blue sky, the worn buildings, and copper-colored people rushing back and forth — their gestures imitating the feeling of every word tumbling out of their mouths.

My initial reaction was simply, “Wow.” I was standing in a place that was strikingly beautiful. A treasure of a country with so much history and culture. After gazing around, we were ushered into a van which took us to our new home. And that was when our new lives began.

It took a while for me to officially refer to Egypt as home, quite honestly. I was shocked at how different it was from everything I knew. At first, I found the school I was enrolled in, the peculiar habits people had, and the fast-paced dialect people spoke all to be strange.

The kids in my class were rowdy and were always laughing — they never seemed to have a bad day. They would play jokes on the teachers, and the teachers would respond with an even funnier joke, or signal the student to the front of the class to embarrass them with a lighthearted whoopin’.

The positive atmosphere of Egypt was refreshing, and I slowly but surely found my place. I came to realize that it wasn’t all that difficult to cause a bit of trouble. My days quickly went from feeling extremely lonely and homesick, to filling up plastic bags with water that was a questionable color, and tossing them onto the ground floor from the highest floor of the building with my new accomplices. We were only caught once because we quickly became experts at finding places to hide in the six-floored labyrinth that was my school.

Before you wonder — yes, my friends and I would also occasionally engage in civilized activities. We would sit on the school’s staircase and blast our favorite songs from our iPods, and write letters and decorate them before giving them to one other during break time.

(*When it came time to move back to the U.S. because of the eruption of the Arab Spring in 2011, I had to leave the people I grew to love. I’m glad that I thought to bring the letters that we exchanged, and I still have them to this day.)

I became known as “the girl from America”, and my classmates would crowd around me to hear my “American accent.” When the teacher left the classroom during the English final exam, I was bombarded with questions asking what was the difference between desert and dessert. The kids I spoke to taught me Egyptian Arabic words, and in my head I tried to make sense between the new words that easily danced on tongue, and the classical Arabic I was learning at home with our very hilarious and caring teacher.

I felt free. We would indulge in freshly baked bread from the marketin our neighborhood, explore various cities with my mom on vans that were always filled to the brink with very sweaty and very insistent people, and binge-watch Nicholas Cage movies with Arabic subtitles — as per our Arabic teacher’s request as he insisted that it would help us learn the language.

During Ramadan, Egypt became a place that never slept. My siblings and I happily stuffed our faces with McArabia (the Arab version of a Big Mac) in the latest hours of the night, and woke up to the Fajr adhan (call to the morning prayer) ringing in our ears. Fridays became an adventure, as we would discover new mosques with our friends — each one adorning even more beautiful architectural designs than the first.

I gradually became accustomed to my new home.

Living here, I realized that Egypt wasn’t just all pyramids and pharaohs. It was the Egyptian people who made it the treasure that it was. I remember my classmate once telling me that locals often refer to their country as, “The Mother of the World.” The incomparable warmth and adventure that I had experienced in that one year of living there showed me exactly why that was. To this day, I miss it.

Sometimes, when I’m feeling nostalgic, I reminisce those early mornings when our teachers would shout for us to quiet down, straighten out our lines, and all at once our voices would lace together to carry the tune of the country’s anthem:

“Bilady, bilady, bilady laki ḥubbī wa-fu’ādī…”
“My homeland, my homeland, my homeland you have my love and my heart…”

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Mona

Learning and unlearning.

5 thoughts on “Living in Egypt for a Year”

    1. thank you. you should!! I think everyone needs to travel and experience living in an entirely different way than what they’re used to. it’s honestly true when people say it changes your perspective of life. and even after you leave, you’ve made some amazing memories that you get to keep forever. 🙂

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    1. Super late response as I’ve been MIA for a while –but it’s amazing you felt the same about Cairo. It really is one of those places that captures your heart. Thank you so much for the nomination! Coming from someone whose blog I enjoy, this truly means a lot. 🙂

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