It’s a search that began as a child who weekly left her home in the urban metropolis of Cairo; the weekly visit to my father’s home where my paternal grandparents lived. Every weekend I made the trek, filled with anticipation and idealism about my life there. This is my story. Between two homes. Between the past and present creating a crack in the memory of my memory.
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