Tea

 



Tea. Is it a drink or a friend. This magical red drink that full of 

Flavors 

Herbs 

Taste 

Thoughts 

Sugar 

Heat 

Company 

I remember in my 2nd year in college, 2014, I remember when the professor said. Do you know Connotations?! No! It is a complex word! Welcome to the world I’ve never imagined myself. Welcome to London or that they called our Department. It is funny, you learn another language, you belong to the Department of English studies, so you are now an Honorary English Girl or Guy! Learn about England, shout, God Save the Queen! Our gracious Queen! Send her victorious, happy and glorious! 

You may think you 

             Are 

     Downing 

    Like 

          A

Sip 

Of …..

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,☕️☕️

…….

……..

…. 

..

Drops 

Connotations! You think you are out! Connotations.. 

a voice came from the hall.. what do you think if I said “tea”?

A lot of related words should come to your mind when I say “tea”

I hear Sugar : but I taste the sweetness 

I hear warm: but I feel heat 

I hear red: but I see the sun, the afternoon, the “Asari” time as we say in Egypt 

I hear mint: I see green colors and the ray of the sun trying to conquer my life from the brownish window glass, turning its ray colors to dark yellow, the sun earns a new color, a new identity

I hear cake: I see the time of gatherings with the family, the fights over who will make the tea….

        No the shouts of me to make the tea! 1,2,3, we are 5, and there are an extra 2, this one doesn’t want to,

Hey you! Want a coffee?!

No, Anise tea… mint, please 

Where is the tea!!!

Mom, recalling a famous verse from King Mounir 

Cups… cups… cups 

I remember this 3 pm, 4 pm, 5 pm o’clock tea with the mother.. tea time with mother is precious! And every cup I make it means to me..

Do you want to mean my connotations, Professor?

I have two ….two.?!

One for me … hundreds for them 

Ohh, dad loves tea but his is different 

Mom’s is different 

And I am shattered between his, hers, mine, theirs 

Running …. Through 

Kkkkk

    Iiii

Ttttt

Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Eeeeeeee

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Calmly, don’t want anyone brings his identity over my cup of tea

Of wonder 

My time of wonder

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….silence…. Stopppppppp, I am not in London … I am not your cup of tea…


Am



MY CUP of TEA…

My music ringing my the music of my world.. my body.. my mind.. a silent symphony inside and a tuning one outside 

The sound of the cups ..the cooker.. the boiling water 

Shhhhhhhhhhhh.. water is boiling … make it….

Hey Darkooo, it is your tea time 

How is your tea, now or before ?

Today! Lovely, warm, and red…

Still waiting for one question? Hey Darko, how would you like your tea be? Do you want tea?

I love this question, Do you want tea?

Let’s make tea

Hey, Darko, I brought you tea

Nooooo, heyyyyy, it is not Taha Hussein’s tea complex! It is a complex.. but my complex..

Mom gives me this pleasure sometimes 

But most of time, I give the pleasure to others and go to bed, wake early to give myself the pleasure 

If you ask me what I remember or imagine when my tea time switch to remember the long gone Ulysses,

A warm day… a white cup… a sweet tune … a sip of love.. salt air… a welcome smile .. a gentle word.. a wonderful touch … a two-tea time.. a playing violin.. Alexandria.. another city.. my Alexandria is lost…my Athena is lost .. my Cairo is lost..

GPS?! Compass?!! Road?!

Ohhhhh… my cup is half empty …

Another look…no 

It is empty 

………………………………

A voice from another room! Darkooooo, ohhhh you are awake, yes!

Can you make us tea?!

Yes………

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