Get it while you can

So i got out of the sofa, out of Doqqi, out of Cairo and far out in the countryside. Eliza invited me to join her and Leno for a trip out of sin city and into the holy man's church for the day. Joined a couple of random AU and Casapeople along with a few lokal blokes who kept the creepyness to a minimum.

Grabbed a minibus and drove for an hour or two out and away, beyond where the Nile gets clean, air is breathable, traffic eases up, people stop screaming and the world gets green again. We broke bread, smoked shisha, played domino with local children, ate fresh fruit off the trees and rode a pregnant donkey with a little, local girl. Camped on the ground outside an abandoned house with ducks on the roof and self-made water-errogationsystems running around it. A humble mother in and out of her hijab and a husband giving us a tour of the land after we stole his fruit. Grown daughters giggeling the polite way. Every reason to why i once loved this culture, these people and this language came back to me. The arab meal, inviting smiles, insisting friends, sharing your bottom dollar, working along with the earth, this is the true spirit of islam. I'm nothing less than flabergasted over the discussions going on in Bergen at the moment (regarding the citycouncel on prayers on torgalmenningen), and i can only manifest; I may agree or dissagree but I will not be one of you.