Monday, June 8th ’09.
Il est pas ce pays, elle est cette terre.
Did I mention the ever so terrible state of my French grammar? How did I ever pass my DELF exams?
Twelfth grade, IGCSE English as a Second Language Speaking Test. The examiner asks me what I would like to do after I graduate high-school, I tell her I have no idea. I got an A on that exam.
Whatever I end up doing with my life and wherever I end up, I would like to come back here someday. It’s not the country, it’s the land, the earth, the soil, we belong to it.
“Empires rise and fall, just don’t burn the paintings in the Louvre”. Empires change the map but the soil remains the same and people belong to the soil.
This is just a repercussion of the whole “Ovaltine has been in existence longer than Saudi Arabia”. I should sleep now, its 8:46 am.
Tuesday, June 9th ’09, 7:28 am.
What if, about a hundred years ago, Abdulkader never left his wife in Istanbul and brought his son Muhammad with him to Makkah? What if Muhammad never met Fawziyah and never had Osamah? What if Osamah never met Jameelah and never had Asmaa? I find these thoughts strangely comforting. They’re starting to freak me out, how comforting these thoughts feel.
I’m off to bed.