And I thought something inside me had died
something long forgotten,
something, almost like pride.
Maybe like my soul,
lost or taken; however left a gigantic hole deep inside.
No one can stop her.
Like they can't stop the Sun when it's time to Rise.
My beautiful sun kissed sand,
My golden treasured land.
Your Majesty our Royal Empress,
who made God's from King's
that were simple humans.
My treasured palace,
my safe place.
I'll come home soon I know I must your calling for me and all your children to celebrate your love.
My beautiful Egypt
يا وطني يا مصر
God could not of created anything more beautiful, mystical or wise.
Ferociously protective and,
derived from the depths of the sky's.
Birthed from the essence of dusk from the sweetest smelling musk.


© Hanan Mohamed Fouad