After much deliberation and prayer, I am making plans to return to China this summer to teach English. To go, I raise all my own funds. If you are interested in learning more about this, or if you wish to contribute to the effort, please contact me or reply to this post.
Monthly Archives: February 2011
I realize I’ve yet to give much detailed explanation or thought on recent events in Egypt. I hardly knew what to think or expect. Recently, I was given the opportunity to write a letter to the editor for the University newspaper, The Skyliner. To that article I do forward you:
I think over again my small adventures My fears, Those small ones that seemed so big, For all the vital things I had to get and to reach. And yet there is only one great thing, The only thing, To live to see the great day that dawns And the light that fills the world. —Old Inuit song
I noticed an Egyptian pound in my pocket today. I am not sure how it got there. I did not move it. Egypt has methods of reminding me of herself.
My caf serves pita. I dream of aish.
Striding along cold concrete University sidewalks, I cannot but think, these are the shoes that walked Tahrir.
I watch videos from the warm chrysalis of my room, and I wonder, where is the woman to whom I gave alms? Where are the mischievous youth with their games in the streets? Who hangs out on the bridges with brightly colored scarves?
The henna from the khan al-khalili faded away in the weeks after my arrival home, the one visible mark that cried “I was there, but now I am not!”
The nail polish is gone from one foot, but holds resiliently to the nails of the other. My Egyptian polish is red, bright red, the color of spirit, the color of vivacity, the color of crimson blood. It is the clash of worlds.
My Arabic numeral timepiece hangs around my neck, close. And I wait.