Weeping Like An Egyptian

[image from nationalgeographic.com]

[Remember Faiza and Bill, the elderly couple I provide home support for? I went over this morning to help out, and, knowing Faiza is Egyptian, asked her how she is feeling with all that is happening in Egypt right now. This is what she told me.]

"I am crying

for my country,

habibi,"

she said.

"They are burning

the museums,

where I walked

so many times,

and that is

my history,

all the way back

to the Pharoahs.

"When Jesus, Mary 

and Joseph fled

from Heroditus,

it was to Egypt

they came,

for safety.

"We are an

advanced civilization.

We have a force
within

with which

we built
the Pyramids

and the Sphinx,
in those days
without equipment,
raising those
heavy stones.

"Our history

is written

and painted

on the walls

of tombs.

They cannot

be destroyed.

"Long ago, 

they mummified

the dead,

preserved them

for centuries.

The kings were buried

with all their gold.

"When the invaders came,

to take the gold,

and they rolled back

the doors

to the tombs,

the force of millions

of tiny bugs

flew out in their faces

to protect the tombs,

and their bite was poison.

They turned the hordes away.

"My uncles are there,

my father's brothers.

My aunts,

and my cousins

are there.

So I am crying

for my country,

today,

habibi,

crying for
my people

and the beautiful land

where I was born."

from msn.com