Motherland

A dear friend I met here often referred to Egypt as ‘Motherland.’ At first, I didn’t quite sense what she meant, but now it’s becoming clearer and clearer.

In Egypt, I hear her singing.

The mother.

Of mothers.

From the earth.

From the water.

From the air.

She sings her song to me.

In the sand tickling between my toes.

In the sound of every crashing wave.

In every gust of wind that touches my skin.

Thank you, Egypt.

Thank you, Motherland.

A deep gratitude.