If an Egyptian Cannot Speak English

by Noor Naga

I’m learning slowly that having money and the option to leave frays any claim I have to this place. It turns out that to be clean in Egypt is just to be free of Egypt, to exercise the choice to stay or go elsewhere, which most of the population cannot do.

Men love to save me. Men love to save me from other men.

BUT COCAINE GOES SO NICELY WITH MURDER.

I’ve always trusted in guiding signs. After all, what kind of god would string together this many serendipities only to lure me to harm? I crossed the street, I looked alive.