Under this ceiling is where I have grown to be who I am today, where my feelings have kept changing for the last four decades.
It is in between these walls where I impulsively had the urge to escape as a teenager, yet where I find refuge as a woman.
Inside these rooms are the people whom I always run to their embrace, still rather flee from sometimes.
This is the home where every corner of clutter tells stories of love; of life
and just by standing infront of its arched wooden door that my heart starts overflowing with warmth and serenity.
This is the home that carries enduring echoes of hugs, kisses, laughs, beautiful moments and occasional fights, but always and forever joyful echoes of eternal love.
It is my family home in 42, Bahgat Ali.