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Dawn at Freda Court
The Muezzin's Allah-u-Akbar impales the still Zamalek night. The island peace is broken as his cry echoes across the Nile, through the mosques of the City to the citadel of Al Azhar. The distant whine of the Maadi metro punctures the cool river air as an early neighbour's teaspoon rattles and he expectorates.
The agate Nile turns lapis lazuli and soon is turquoise like Tut ankh-amun's crown.
As I look toward Luxor from where it came, like Cephren's and Cheops' monoliths of Giza, The Hilton and T.V. tower Pyramids of the Nile loom out of mist and sheets of sparrows flap under Abu El Ela bridge on their way to Alexandria.
Distant horns now crescendo as ten million Cairenes prepare to jostle through another day in the Egyptian dun.
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