Thursday, February 22, 2007

Bikya, Bikya

Assalam u alaikum,

Alhamdulillah, my classes were good today. Today I was very disgusted with myself during classes because I was making the same mistakes again and again. Mustafa calmed me down a bit. I realized that there is no point in beating up on myself; I should simply study what I'm having trouble with. Insha'allah I will do that in the future.

At almost any time during the day one can hear the call of Bikya, biiiiikya! A man, riding a strange bicycle with a huge box attached to the front, attempts to sell second-hand items to all and sundry on the street. I am not sure what new things are left in Cairo, since there are so many people selling second-hand things. My teacher and I always have a big laugh when we hear someone yelling bikya! outside our class.

Insha'allah tomorrow we will get a load of laundry done and other various tasks we have not been able to do. No escape from homework, however. I have class on Saturday insha'allah, although it's slightly earlier than the normal class time: it starts at one 'oclock insha'allah.

Everything is good, and I'll talk to you all again tomorrow insha'allah.

Oh and one other thing. Farooq, if you happen to read this, your teacher Mohammed Aly sends his salam to you and says, "Ihubu an Isma'a sawtak."

Ma'a salam

~Ameer

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Please check your e mail.

Anonymous said...

Please don't be so hard on yourself. I had a long conversation with Ruby Baji the other day about Socrates, education and our personal lives and one sentence keeps coming back to me that she said,

"My shame prevented my learning."

Salwa said...

My dear brothers,

Please send my many, many salams to Ustadh Muhammad...and please, ask him for his phone number!

JazakAllah Khairan!
:-)

Humblers said...

As-salam alaikum!
It's so good to hear about your travels in Egypt. I you're both doing well inshaAllah.

I love this 'Bikya' entry because it reminds me of when we first arrived in Egypt. The guy in our neighborhood yelled 'bikya' so loud that it woke us up. And even worse, we didn't know what he was saying. We heard 'tikya' which makes no sense. We finally asked someone and figured it out. Good times :-)