I realized that the news from Egypt looks (once again) rather dire. This is is just an update to let you know that we're fine.
School is still in session for us. I'm hard at work and so is Mr. Boo.
We don't have any violence in our area of Giza. Alhumdulillah.
And...okay, this part isn't so good...but it's ironic which is always worth some ink. AbuBoo, Mr. Boo's father, is in Egypt. It's been four years since he's been here so this is his first visit since we've moved here.
He's already met my husband and shaken hands. God bless Ahmed for being man enough to retrieve that suitcase full of our stuff. And God bless AbuBoo for bringing it over from The States. That was Monday, on day one.
On day three, AbuBoo insisted that his son go with him to visit his family. I said, "No, it was too dangerous."
When I said that, Ahmed got to hear my ex's anger in a very terse phone call. Terse? Make that explosive! My husband wasn't interested to hear such bad talk from someone who hasn't done the walk---if you know what I mean. That was Wednesday.
On Friday, it was the anniversary of the revolution and the chaos started again downtown Cairo. I had to forget the Cairo Bookfair! It was now an impossibility. No matter. Thankfully, we had stocked up on necessities so I could (mostly) relax. We keeping an eye on the news.
On Saturday, we tuned into the morning broadcast of the Port Said Stadium Massacre verdict. The judge sentenced the jailed men to death. On that day, the anger from the verdict spilled out into the streets and I started monitoring Twitter:
Yes, Port Said would be a dangerous place to be and OF COURSE that's exactly where AbuBoo is stuck. No roads in and no roads out. No buses! No trains! If I had allowed Mr. Boo to go with his father, I would literally be unable to protect him or retrieve him. Subhanallah.
What I am happy about, at this really sad time of street violence, is that I stood for what I believe in. I do know Egypt now and I do know how to keep us safe. Alhumdulillah.
And of course I called up to Port Said and made sure AbuBoo and his family are all right; they are. I also wanted to hear the words, "You were right," said by the very man who had fought me so vehemently.
Mr. Boo is safe. He is here.
God is The Greatest!