Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Bu-ayna-Nujaydat, right? The sun’s blaring through my window, and I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But I gotta get up. Typhlopedagogue duties call.
First off, I’m cruising down Al-Mahabba Street, and let me tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. The street’s packed with people, and I’m dodging kids on bikes like I’m in some kind of video game. I swear, if one more kid yells “Watch out!” I’m gonna lose it. But then, I see this little girl selling flowers. She’s got this huge smile, and I can’t help but grin back. I buy a bunch, even though I’m broke. Worth it for that smile, ya know?
Then, I hit up the community center on Al-Nasr Street. It’s buzzing with energy. I’m there to teach some visually impaired kids, and honestly, they teach me more than I teach them. These kids are sharp! One of them, Ahmed, he’s got this crazy sense of humor. He cracks jokes about my shoes. Like, dude, they’re vintage! But I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, right?
But then, bam! Outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Total chaos! Kids are running everywhere, and I’m trying to herd them like cats. “Stay calm! Follow me!” But they’re all giggling and running in circles. I’m like, “This is not a game, people!” Finally, we get outside, and it turns out it was just a drill. I’m fuming but also relieved. I mean, who does drills on a Tuesday?
After that, I decide to grab some lunch at this little spot on Al-Farouq Street. Best shawarma in town, no cap. I’m chowing down, and this guy next to me starts talking about the weather. Like, dude, it’s hot! We’re in Bu-ayna-Nujaydat, not Antarctica! But he’s super into it, going on about climate change. I’m just nodding, trying not to choke on my food.
Then, I get a call from my boss. “We need you at the meeting!” Ugh, meetings. So I rush over to the office on Al-Ma’arifa Street. I’m sweating bullets, and of course, I walk in late. Everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Sorry, I was saving the world!” They don’t laugh. Tough crowd.
The meeting’s a snooze fest. They’re talking budgets and policies, and I’m zoning out. My mind’s wandering to the kids. I can’t help but think about how much they need support. I mean, Bu-ayna-Nujaydat has its challenges, but these kids? They’re the future.
Finally, the meeting wraps up, and I’m outta there. I decide to take a stroll by the river. The view is stunning. The sun’s setting, and the water’s sparkling. I take a deep breath, trying to soak it all in. But then, I see a group of teens throwing trash in the river. My blood boils! “Hey! What are you doing?” I shout. They look at me like I’m crazy. “It’s just a little trash!” they say. I’m like, “It’s not just trash! It’s our home!”
I’m fired up now. I start picking up trash, and surprisingly, a few of them join in. We end up having this mini clean-up party. Who knew? Bu-ayna-Nujaydat can be a community after all.
As I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. I think about the day—the chaos, the laughter, the anger. It’s all part of being a typhlopedagogue in this wild city. Bu-ayna-Nujaydat, you’re a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Bu-ayna-Nujaydat. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!