The Beauty inside

He was a charming little boy with so much passion and energy and a lot more of curiousity. He wondered and had a wide imagination whenever he would walk through the streets of Cairo holding his mother's arms. From the man with the burned face to the woman selling the lemon under his building, he indulged in understanding and tried to explore what to him was the unknown. He greeted every morning 3am Shaht the bawab who called him Basha, a word alian to him which he was not accustomed to hear as a young child but nonetheless enjoyed hearing from 3am Shahat cause he knew it was a sort of respect from the man who was his grand father's age but warn out by the years of poverty and life as a simple street man. The boy grew up to be so charming and caring for others who were less privileged than him, giving them as much as he could and smiling with warm greetings everytime he walked back on that street under his house. He is the youngest kid I love the most in this world and wish the best for....his smile is like the sunshine and his greenish hazle eyes like a field of peace and his white skin is like the serenity and calm of the most beautiful river. He manages to always put a smile on my face with his simple but very smart character at such a young age which reveals to me how this world has developed and how the young generation has a lot more to offer in terms of intelligence and grasp of things around than we ever did. i wish him all the love and luck in this world