Hi,
it’s me again, back!
I’m
writing about a man who made a lot of what I AM, writing to tell him that I remember,
and to tell him ‘Thank You’.
Geddo
(Grandfather) I remember..
I remember
the man who used to pick me up from school when I was a young girl.. I remember
the man who used to hold my hand while crossing the street even when I grew up,
a man who was always responsible for me, a man who always cared, .. the man who’d
always support & protect his granddaughter.. the little child in me.
I remember
that day when you were picking me up from school, I was about 7 or something,
you were holding my hands while I was walking & telling you about my day at
school, and I was in my fantasy world as usual when I stumbled & was about
to fall on the ground & hit my face with the school yard grits..but I didn’t,
cause you were there holding me up.
I remember
the man who used to take me to downtown bookstores & buy me stories.. the man
who made me love reading.
I remember
the man who let me mess around his stuff, I was the only grandchild who had
this privilege, a variety of pencils, pens & markers you used in drafting
your books, & building your electronics educational models, from 0.1 to 3mm
pens, your glues, engineering utilities, rulers sets, scissors, loads of blank
paper packages that you let me play with, wide A3 & A4 blank papers that you let me use unlimited
to make boats, draw, paint, & create a whole origami world.. I remember the
man who let me imagine.. create & play.
I remember
the engineer who incepted the engineer in me.
I remember
the man who used to take me to toy stores & large supermarkets and
generously buy me toys.. a lot of toys J
I remember
the man who bought me my first bicycle, mechanical pencil ... & my first
walkman set .. & my first gameboy J
I remember
the man who used to stay up the night to author his technical books, training
materials, or build his educational models on the sounds of the finest music,
light & classical, the man who made hundreds of recorded tapes of music,
classifying them & ranking them with, with his deep smokers voice, or his
beautiful handwriting on the tape’s cover; Good , very Good, excellent music,
music (mazag) for the very high mood.
I remember
the man /the engineer/ the artist who brought me up on the tunes & melodies
of music across time, countries & cultures.
I remember
the man who shared with me his collections of Latin, tango, salsa, light, and
master pieces of classical music.
I remember
the man who built us a house of our own, designed specially and just for us,
with a style of his.
I remember
the man who built a sunshade in his roof terrace where we used to stand
together to watch the rain.
I remember
the man who used to stand in his roof terrace and smoke his cigarettes by the
time of my school exit, & watch his little girl coming home.. & wave. I
always wondered how he could recognize me among all those students &
children.
I remember
when I was a teen, with all the confusion, anxiety & buzz in my head,
sitting with him under the sunshade while he drank his coffee & smoked his ‘Cleopatra
Super’ cigarettes, telling me stories of his life, stories that tells me how it’s
important to work hard, do your best faithfully, & how “luck” plays its
role at the right time only for those who work hard.. he taught me to believe that God will help me, cause HE
always does, Geddo used to tell me stories about how God helped him &
granted him everything.
I remember
the man who used to show me his photographs in France under the Eiffel tower,
London, Venice, and America.
I remember
the man who told me his travels stories, & incepted the dreams of traveling inside me.
I remember
the man who used to pick me in his beautiful red Regata car & drive all
over Heliopolis in mornings.. in a very special time of morning.. 11 am.. where
everybody were probably at work then & the streets were almost ours.. like
it was made just for us to drink coffee at a café there or for me to eat an ice
cream, that time of day memories & feeling of sunlight is strangely carved
in my heart like it’s only mine.
I remember
heading to Sonesta’s bakery for a fresh backed French bread. Together.. hand in
hand.
I remember
your suits and ties, and your perfume scent, & how you elegantly used to
dress, before going to your Electronics (Radio & TV ) institute in the
Strand Building, where you took me with you sometimes, I remember watching you
lecturing, & waiting in your office, where a medium blackboard & so
many colored chalk I used to play with <3 span="span">
I remember
your glue gun & screwdrivers sets.. and how you used to fix everything.
These are the things I don’t want to forget,
& never will.
I remember
everything you incepted & planted in me.
I remember
the man who chose to be responsible for me.. love , care & give.
I remember
you Grandpa.
Thank
You.
Rest
In Peace.
I pray
Allah to reward you & give you goodness as you were very good &
generous to me.
I send
you Surat Ar-Rahman verse 60 as a prayer, as my letter of love & gratefulness
to you.
shall the recompense of goodness
be anything other than goodness? (60)
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هَلْ جَزَاء الْإِحْسَانِ إِلَّا
الْإِحْسَانُ ﴿60﴾
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