He was only 12. I loved this child. I think I let him down; he thought I would marry Shawqi who was his friend, but then suddenly I was always with Waleed, and Shawqi was angry. Zanussi tried to be polite with me, but he began to avoid me: his heart was too pure to understand how childish and fickle adults are, and how strangely distressing it is to be rejected by a child.
Showing posts with label Siwa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Siwa. Show all posts
Sunday, July 22, 2007
His name was Zanussi.... like the washing machine
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Madny is tired and needs art, colour and people!
Girl in Yellow Shorts
boys bikes blueFrom my collection: 'A strange November in Siwa Oasis, Egypt'
Post inspired by the colours and life in My Marrakesh
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