Ahmed Mohammed Morsi
Youth finds it ways of creeping up on us. It’s the age we don’t think about, we’re just in it. We don’t think about what we do or what it means. And when choices are limited, even the smallest glimpses of rebellion are embraced with passion. It didn’t rain that day, it was the sewer leaking. It was stinking hot, that day in downtown Suez, where the sound of the MZ roared more deeply, surely waking someone, out of their mid day sleep.