“time, wonderous time, gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies…” – taylor swift, invisible string
hopeless is an adjective i often use to describe myself: a hopeless romantic, a hopeless hyper-fixator, a hopeless case of anxiety. hopelessness is the blues. hopeful is an adjective i feel all the time: a hopeful daughter, a hopeful student of both God and the world, a hopeful mess of dreams. hope is my purple-pink sky.
the two conflict all the time, but they’re almost the same thing to me. to be drained of hope is dangerous, but so is a Salma full to the brim with hope. She’s a force to be reckoned with, a fire too bright to ever be dimmed, and the possibilities for her are endless, unimaginable. This is my Salma right now. I sit with the future ahead of me, scared as I always am but braver than I ever was before.
If you know me, you’ll know that I am big on Star Trek metaphors. Here’s one for you, for the record, for history: Salma stands at the frontier, leaping forward, exploring new worlds, new emotions, and even new lives.
This hope might be shattered soon, who knows? It just doesn’t matter for now. For now, I think maybe I can transform my world and maybe my mom’s one day. And my Egypt, with my beautiful, wonderful, stronghold of Cairo. I love you with all my heart, despite all the hurt and the heartache and miseries you have caused me in the short span of 22 years. I forgive you, because it was never your fault. You might have been named the conquering city, but you’re the one conquered and held captive. One day, I will be free of their shackles and I will free you too.
For Cairo, from Chicago with love.