Posted by : (Tasoni) Saturday, October 06, 2012
At the turn of this century in Egypt, everyone listened to the same radio songs for a year or two. There was the year of Amr Diab, then the year of Samira Said, then the year of Nancy Ajram.
I often wonder how life would have turned out if I had stayed in Egypt. I feel like a part of me that was written in Arabic in my mind was shut off when English took over as my language of choice. How many memories were lost in that transition?
My parents have a cassette tape of little me singing Arabic spiritual songs. When I listen to that person, captured there on tape, all I can think about is how confident she is. Where is that bravado? I know that girl could've crossed the street without wincing.
There's something about being uprooted that changes you forever. I'll always have one foot on each continent. I'll always be a little unsure of myself, of where I stand, of whether I've said the right thing.
Or is that just part of being human?