Qasimia And Us.
Qasimia And Us. One fine day, I visited our neighbour One fine day, I explored their buildings One fine day, I let the discoverer in me free One fine day, I let the fire burn brightly in me One fine day, I let my inner self free And I noticed... The walls posh and high raised The corridors luxurious The students all immigrants The architecture standing out The haya of girls striking me The simplicity influencing me I could hear my heavy breathing in the silence of the library Unlike us, they could easily find empty chairs and study rooms I could see cars parked improperly, one car occupying the parking of two Unlike us, they don’t have to fight over parking and park on the footpath I could clearly understand the Arabic spoken by the girls, Unlike us, they would speak clean Arabic Fus’ha I could feel how an immigrant in an under-developed country, Would feel once...