My chicks and the markets

                    R.I.P  Bondo

The chicks

A few days ago I bought a tiny little chick for one pound, which is fifteen cents and my brother bought one too. One was green and one was orange.

My brother Nazar and I were having so much fun feeding and looking after our chicks. I had mine for about a week and then one morning the first thing I woke up to was Nazar saying, “Your chick’s dead!” I was so sad but luckily my brother’s orange chick wasn’t dead. But I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye because my dad gave him to a nearby fruit man to bury.

Going to the markets

Today my mum, grandma, brother and I went to the markets to buy some carpets and fabric. The market was so crowded, full of beggars, cats, dogs and people, lots of them. We finally got to the tent makers and chose our carpets and fabric. On the way back a man was selling sugar cane juice in a little plastic bag with a straw in it.

After that we caught a taxi home again.      

Mango and money

As you might know, Egypt is a country with many poor people in it.

This morning I was walking with my mum and brother Nazar to buy some ice cream from an ice cream shop named ZAM ZAM. “They make the best ice cream ever” (quote from my bro Nazar). It is named after Zam Zam, which is an underground well in heaven.

But right after we bought the ice cream we all saw a very poor lady with a baby that only looked about six weeks old or less. I felt greedy holding my ice cream. I just had to do something, so I asked mama if I could give the lady some money. So my mum gave me 10 pounds to give her.

Just as I was walking over to give her the money, Nazar said, “I want to give her something too” so we went in to a nearby shop and bought a 1 litre bottle of mango juice. And then we all walked over to the lady and her baby and we gave her the money and the juice. The lady said, “God look after you” but in Arabic. After that I felt so happy and good in my heart.

THANK YOU for reading my STORY. And for the poor people, GOD BLESS THEIR HEARTS!!!

The smell of Egypt

Well I'm in EGYPT again and the first thing I did was go on the balcony with  my mum, and I noticed a smell; it was the smell of EGYPT in the morning. I thought it smelled like Turkish coffee mixed with dust.

The first night I did not even go to sleep. I stayed up all night. In EGYPT it feels as though the nights go on for only two minutes. [that's a  direct quote from my bro NAZAR]

At 6 o'clock this morning I saw a man walking IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!!! and he was reading a newspaper at the same time. That's something you never see in Australia.

That's all for now! fully sick !!!