Man, what a day! Seriously, Kuseifa (il) is wild. I woke up, sun blaring through my window. I’m like, “Great, another day in paradise.” But nah, it was more like a rollercoaster.
First off, I hit up the market on Al-Mahajir Street. You know, the one with all the spices and stuff? I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I trip over some random cat. Like, dude, watch where you’re going! I’m a matador, not a cat wrangler!
So, I’m at the spice stall, right? The guy’s yelling about saffron prices. I’m like, “Bro, chill. I’m just here for some cumin.” But he’s all hyped up, waving his arms like he’s in a bullfight. I can’t help but laugh.
Then, I head over to the main square. It’s packed! People everywhere, music blasting. I see my buddy, Amir, juggling oranges. Classic Amir. He’s got this goofy grin, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna get hit by a car!” But he just keeps juggling.
Suddenly, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Matador! Matador!” I’m thinking, “What now?” He hands me a paper with a drawing of a bull. It’s terrible, but I love it. I’m like, “Kid, you’re gonna be a Picasso one day!” He beams.
But then, BAM! A car honks, and Amir drops an orange. It rolls right into the fountain. I’m dying laughing. Amir’s face is priceless. He’s like, “I’ll get it!” But the fountain’s full of pigeons. Good luck, man!
After that, I stroll down Al-Nasr Street. It’s quieter there. I love the vibe. But then I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over, like a superhero. “Let me help you!” She’s all, “Thank you, young man!” I’m feeling like a champ.
But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just smashed his bike into a lamppost. I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop her bags. The old lady’s shaking her head, like, “Kids these days.”
Finally, I make my way to the bullring. It’s my turf. I’m pumped. But then, I find out the event’s canceled. Canceled! I’m fuming. “What do you mean, canceled?” I’m ready to throw a fit. But the organizer’s like, “Sorry, man. The bull got loose.” I’m like, “Great, just great.”
So, I head home, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. Kuseifa’s a trip, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As I lay in bed, I think about the day. The cat, the oranges, the old lady. It’s all a mess, but it’s my mess. And I love it. Kuseifa, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.