Spying!

Many nights during my life, I am watching out of my window observing my neighborhoods lives. I don’t have any intention to spy them, just human interest.

I just look through the open windows, especially late at night that the majority of people sleep, I want to know how is keeping me company!

I just look and try to understand how their life is. Are they happy? Are they sad? Are they open minded, narrow minded, funny persons? Can they solve their problems? Is their way of thinking sharp and quick?

This family I see every night to eat together about 8, is it happy?

I see the curtains, the furniture, the faces, the every day life…

I don’t want to be indiscreet, I don’t want to be rude, but every time I see an open window I have the “curiosity” to know who lives inside.

A painting on the wall (beautiful or ugly, it doesn’t matter), a hanged clothe, a great wall paper, a strange face, a kid, an old man that smokes continuously…

All these are signs that reveal the life and the character of the owner, but as we all know, all that glitters is not gold.

Yesterday, by the influence of the full moon (the wonderful Egyptian full moon) I stayed on my window for a long time, watching -or spying, if you prefer- my neighborhoods one more time.

I don’t know if I am going crazy or it has the magic of the full moon, but I heard so many voices to tell me “Farah, narrow our story, our stories have to be told. Just look through the window and you will understand everything… Write our story Farah, write, write. Maybe it will be helpful for someone else”.

After this request, I cannot do anything else but write their stories.

I just asked them a deadline of one week and I promised them that I shall start.

First I promised to write the story of madam Rim, the lady with the azure turban.

I see her sometimes in her fifth floor apartment, when she’s watching what happen to the neighborhood or when she stretches her clothes.

She is very thin and very aristocratic even in her fainted robe.

Wait a week madam Rim, wait…