Tuesday, July 10: Today, another day of class at Al Azhar. After class, I do a lot of homework, do a load of laundry and read emails from my friend Patty and my son Alex.
R calls to hear my voice. He tells me he’s lucky because his life is good. I say to him, “Your life is good and mine is fun here. So you should stay there and enjoy your life, and I should stay here.” He says that would be less than ideal. He tells me he will be on American Idol soon from dance classes he’s taking, but he needs somewhere to practice. I tell him how Lisa is great at speaking but not at writing or reading, and how I’m good at reading and writing but not at speaking. I tell him that she wants to drop out of the program.
He tells me the only thing missing is me not being there.
Somehow at the end, the conversation is disappointing as neither of us says “I love you” or “I miss you.” It’s sad that I don’t really know where we stand. He says we’ll need to talk about all that when I get back.
On another front, I text Mohsen: “Hi. Hope you are well. Dusharufna.” I never hear a word back. Neither do I hear from Basim the brain surgeon.
I go to take a shower before heading out and find there is no water. Another of many annoyances in Egypt.
I head back to Al Hussein Square and to Khan al Khalili to shop with Kevin, Clint, Amina and Howa. I wear a red headscarf, loosely draped over my hair.
At Khan Al Khalili, I buy two scarves, a perfume bottle and a silver ring with lapis stones. As we are walking through the bazaar, I hear someone call my name. I turn around and see it is Mohammed, the guy from the pink scarf shop, who I met briefly on an earlier visit. At that time he had given me his card and Deena had taken it away to “protect me.”
When I go back to speak to him he says he’s tried to call the apartment five times and no one has answered. He asks why I haven’t called him and I explain that Deena took away his card. I give him my new cell phone number. I am surprised he remembers me from a week ago. It’s especially strange because my hair was totally covered last time, and this time it’s more loosely covered and some of my hair is showing.
We lose Clint and Kevin early on, so we catch a taxi back to Muquttum by ourselves.
When I return home, I do more homework copying dialogues on houses and furniture.