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The Egg of the Village

The Egg of the Village

I sat on a small rope-woven stool sipping steaming, sticky sweet tea as sweat trickled down the side of my left temple. My Nubian neighbor smiled at me and said in a very dramatic voice, “We shall call you “Noor” for you are the “light”...
Hang Time

Hang Time

I was going to be clever and open this post with a short intro of Michael Jordan’s hang time record. After reading through the math of it, I realized I have no idea how that works so I’ll dive right in. Last week I got a nerve block shot for a ruptured...
Leaving

Leaving

Today’s our final day in our city in Upper Egypt. We are transitioning to the US for 2017. The goodbyes are difficult and shocking. Just this morning, we ran some final errands with our friend and taxi driver. As we said goodbye, this quiet, stoic, good, Muslim...