Tweet “We had said goodbye to life, we didn’t think anyone knew we were there.” RIP Americans have seen many bad Arabs and Muslims; the evening news has been fixated on the misbehaving ones. Time for Americans to meet my brother Abdelrafea, known as sheikh Obed, a name he earned for being the only brother out of seven who went to the (Kottab) religion school in the village, as a four-year-old. the adventure lasted one day. “The Imam held a big stick,” he explained. My brother had just passed away, I promised sheikh Obed, one day Ill tell your story to the American people. I’m not sure they would…
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A POSTCARD TO MY SISTER!!
All these years since I left Egypt, when I visit I stay with my sister in her apartment in the heart of downtown Cairo, a time to have her all for myself, so we got closer and we both shared old stories, and old memories.
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The Salafy Bunch… meet my family
Tweet This particular family reception was surreal: the mood was celebratory but cautious; everyone was there, all my brothers with their very long beards; the nieces in their hijab, which they take off once they get home. (Wearing hijab is complicated. It has its religious and social rules. If I’m the only visitor in the room, they can leave them off, and they do. It just depends on who comes in the room if the hijab will be on or off: if he is a brother, his sisters can leave their hijab off, but other nieces have to put them on. If someone comes to the door, the person…
