Sutra lil Ahfad

A spoken-word piece in Egyptian Arabic, more monologue than song, whose title means it will be told to the grandchildren. The voice walks through the world as it is. Your day here is not like your day before, and some things come from what has passed. Some people are above and some below. Some love football and some do not. Some people feel your spirit, some count what they can gain from it. Why a thousand friends here and a thousand women friends? Some people are polite and then cross with you. You have many choices: to live and change others, to stay as you are, to stop being yourself, to see your dream as a nightmare, to stay up all night. Some sleep early and some wake late, and some pretend to be late so they won't be. But no one is late here. The last is like the first. Some people seem to come from hell, and some do not, and those who come for heaven come for heaven, and those who come for hell come for hell. Yet not everything is as it appears. You can live without talk, without a lover, without trees. You can live without almost anything, because there are people who do. And still the world is narrow.