The Wedding, as described by the lovely Egyptian Lady
Sparsamt omarbetad till dikt(?) av den som skriver detta, berättat av den Egyptiska kvinnan
I was supposed to leave with my grandmother and her driver The driver grew, as working men often do, impatient I kept him waiting for as long as I could but when we came back out again no car was in sight I tried to call with the only result being the driver stating the obvious, that he had grown impatient and left My grandmother, with the authority she had earned, quickly grabbed the phone and concludes that we were late, which we were not She left without us and then came back again to collect us Just like marriages, weddings can't be separated from arguments Waltzing across in heels through crowds Catching glimpses of strangers I'm supposed to know Huddled over food, newborns Somehow chilly so my pores stayed timid The only ones with visible transparent pearls of sweat were the groom and bride After all, they were in the center of it all And just as the cold seems to seep into corners, heat seems desperate to be in the center Gold accented: Beads Flowers Chiffon With legs moving to blitzing sound and hands carrying other hands or trays of food only the mouth was truly free But soon it became occupied with cigarettes, food. Ferocious as love is, it was fitting that the two things on my mind were pain and hunger Pain from the marbled knife of a shoe that had gotten a hold of my feet With the amount of autotune the singing man's voice was draped in, it could've been its own Arabic dialect Having been away from everyone for some time I was afraid of having forgotten once familiar faces Thankfully the older couple in front of me were only colleagues of the groom's father What a relief
Beautiful beautiful beautiful