Grateful
Recently, I was strolling in one of Egypt's most crowded and beautiful places ever: It's called Wst el Balad Despite the place's charm and its unique vibes of ancient Egypt, the citizen are in sheer poverty. My mother and I ecstatically ventured inside to buy everything from spiritual gemstones to metallic statues of pharaohs from the humble stores dispersed all over the place. It was late at night, and we should have returned to our car long ago. Personally, I found marching to the parking space fatiguing, for the routes were congested with a blizzard of dirty cars and oodles of people bottled in taxis like tuna fish. As we pulled ourselves up one of the routes, we coincidentally passed by a man who was hysterically weeping. His body was is a fragile physical conditions as his boney body shook uncontrollably. He cried, "The hospital won't cleanse her kidneys because I don't have all the 250 pounds. I only have 200 pounds...it's over...God is he...