Everyone called them .”el Nahseen” pots &pans family, our neighbor,… they weren’t typical farmers, they had a different lifestyle, they were not one of the locals…, they were the strangers a.. outsiders…, their house was always a mystery to me, dark and smoky, I was fascinated by a windless room where they had cleaned and shined villagers pots and pans. inside the the room was something I never seen anywhere or in other villagers houses…, a coal oven, that used for work on the pots and pans… , it was always on fire… , where an air-pump ignited the fire to a deep red embers…, the father was fun to be around, always smiling and kind to his children …….the daughter “Boushra”,.. was vibrant, cute and playful, I envied her, free spirt, always waking half naked.in the street, disregarding and ignoring all the stairs , on early morning summer day, she stopped by my house, start knocking on the door, when my older brother brother opened the door, I heard him laughing so hard, Boushra the 4 year old girl, the daughter of “el Nahseen” family was completely naked, …. , she innocently asked about me, ..as a 4/5 year old child., it was the first time anyone asked about me..!
until today… my family and close friends remind me of the story… of my first girlfriend!!
