Where I'm From:
by Meryem Matar
Where I'm from, I see huge buildings and mosques
I see the waves and the fresh sea of Ain Diab
I see the tramway going with electricity
And the man pulling a karousa, yelling "Beeeeeeeee!"
Where I'm from I hear the klaxons of cars
The music of marriages that don't let me sleep
I hear people begging for money
And many fast footsteps
Where I'm from I taste couscous every Friday
I taste tajines most of the time
I taste the shebakiya with honey
And harira in Ramadan
Where I'm from I touch dirt and trash with my shoes
I touch the smooth skin, and harsh horns of sheep in Eid El Kbir
I touch the enormous amount of water that lies beneath the city
That didn't let people build a metro here
Where I"m from I smell the good oil
I smell the painting and repainting of buildings
I smell heated food at night as we break our fast
And the odor of the sea in summer
by Meryem Matar
Where I'm from, I see huge buildings and mosques
I see the waves and the fresh sea of Ain Diab
I see the tramway going with electricity
And the man pulling a karousa, yelling "Beeeeeeeee!"
Where I'm from I hear the klaxons of cars
The music of marriages that don't let me sleep
I hear people begging for money
And many fast footsteps
Where I'm from I taste couscous every Friday
I taste tajines most of the time
I taste the shebakiya with honey
And harira in Ramadan
Where I'm from I touch dirt and trash with my shoes
I touch the smooth skin, and harsh horns of sheep in Eid El Kbir
I touch the enormous amount of water that lies beneath the city
That didn't let people build a metro here
Where I"m from I smell the good oil
I smell the painting and repainting of buildings
I smell heated food at night as we break our fast
And the odor of the sea in summer
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