An Egyptian living in Europe but her heart stayed back home. Having some random thoughts about the before and after pictures. Ghawayesh means bracelets. In my context it symbolizes the cuffs of my culture. I don't know if I like them or hate them. Thanks for passing by.
07 February 2012
My Lucky Shop..
For some odd reason something out-of-the-ordinary happens whenever I'm there.. Something that makes me rethink things- reconsider views- rearrange thoughts- revise judgements- reevaluate decisions.
Yes, all inside that tiny dark boutique.
Take S's incident.
S. is a mom from the boys' school. She has something very special about her. She's stunningly gorgeous, very stylish, and has a body to die for. I saw her almost every day while picking up the boys, but the maximum we exchanged was hellos.
As I walked into that shop some weeks ago- she was there having a friendly chat with the shop owner, who happens to be German like S. To me, and oddly enough, it now feels like home to hear a German chat that I can finally understand amidst my daily dose of Chuchichaeschtli talk!
They both welcomed me and as usual I had something to say LOL! I asked the shop lady if she knew anything about the vacant shop nearby.
- "Why do you want to rent it?", the shop lady asked.
- "I want to start my own art project for children."
- "Art? What kind of art?" S. suddenly sounded like she found a treasure.
I explained to her..
And before you know it, we're talking for hours and hours.. It was like I knew her forever!
Then we exchange visits, and it turns out to be that we think almost like identical twins!
And now we're starting a project together.. Not exactly an art project for children, but something even more intense that I would have not realized or gotten the power to do hadn't I been in the cute little shop, in that particular moment.
I'm amazed by the magic of that little shop.
Of which window I saw a scene today that was a confirmation. A sign. A message.
And I got the message, as loud and clear as the uninhibited screams of the kids I saw running. As much as it felt like a slap on the face for a fraction of a second- not longer; a volcano of energy suddenly burst within me. I put down the stuff I had intended to buy, ran with the speed of light back home, and resumed working on my art project with new lava in my veins.
Peace out, mon chéri, you get courtesy for inspiring my next art collection.
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