Matthew Dunavant, Contributor

Walking in Cairo all the smells and sounds
Like a well oiled but complicated machine
With taxis and metros and food that abounds
The love of the people makes you feel safe and sound

The call to prayer from the Mosques cry out Five times a day without a doubt
The streets are dirty and the air is fogged But nothing feels more like home

Beggars on the street with bags in their hands Yearning to give them everything I can
We pray and pray for these lost souls
Hoping that they will leave their religion that is cold

Egypt is a place far from normal
A place of chaos and disorder
A place that I have grown to love
The place my family and I were sent from him who is above