Feb 26, 2010 Posted by saaleha

25 – fi misr

With rain in hair, qahwa in belly and the cardamom still coating the insides of our noses, Cairo soaked through my shoes, socks and skin. Done in by puddle misjudgment, who-knows-what solutes were beginning to squat under my toenails from the dodgy detritus of doings and the leavings of 7000 cats. After a great dance of squishy hopping about, I felt less... read more

Feb 10, 2010 Posted by saaleha

15 – fi misr

At a masjid fi misri just before maghrib I find jidatee* with her nose in His Signs, while a metronome of bone on bone keeps time with each fatha, each kasra. Those knees creak as much as the scuffed plastic of her chair. She’s not really my grandmother. I hear only one word out of her hundred. “Ana la atakalam arabiyya”, that’s what... read more

Feb 8, 2010 Posted by saaleha

Pedobear fi Misr

We spotted this on our way to the Cairo Book Fair: Acute Fail. read more