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 …..
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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…
I
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
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A voice from another room! Darkooooo, ohhhh you are awake, yes!
Can you make us tea?!
Yes………
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