Today, I sat in a little café in Cairo’s downtown that is centuries older than I am. I watched as every reason why I fell in love with this city passed by my window seat. I thought about how beautiful the people were, how resilient and brave to still find the courage to laugh in the midst of all this, and that, chaos. I thought about all the reasons I had forgotten to remember that I’m in love with this place, have been for as long as I have been alive. Today, I said my own little early goodbye and I said a little prayer: I hope you don’t forget me while I’m away.
Cairo, I love you.