Egypt is a country of dreams, but I had one nightmare that would haunt me for years to come.
I was in a pharmacy in Cairo.
The pharmacy, located in the former palace complex on the Nile, is not much of a retail store compared to the hundreds of shops in Cairo, but it was my first experience in a medical clinic and it changed my life.
It was one of the few pharmacies in the city that could treat chronic diseases without the use of antibiotics, and it was filled to the brim with medicines.
But one day, as I sat down to fill a prescription, I noticed a young man sitting in front of me.
I quickly turned to him, expecting him to be one of my patients.
Instead, I saw that he was carrying a box of medical supplies and was not even looking at me as I put the pills in his hands.
Instead, he stared at me.
The expression on his face told me I had just crossed a line, and he began screaming at me in Arabic.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized that I had crossed a major red line, as it turned out, when I began treating a man with the same disease that had killed my father.
That’s when the story changed forever.
I didn’t know the man who had taken my father’s life.
I didn’t even know he had died until I saw his face when he saw me in the emergency room a few days later.
The story of that night changed my whole life.
I knew at the time that my father had died, but he wasn’t really my father; he was my uncle, a doctor I had met at a mosque and whose life I had lived for years.
When I first met my uncle at the mosque, he had told me that my mother was his daughter and my sister.
The doctor had told my mother that he could take my mother’s place if she would give birth to a son.
My uncle was willing to take my father out of the hospital, and we would live together for a few months, just as we had before.
I went to him to have my mother delivered, and my uncle agreed to take me to Egypt.
My aunt was waiting at the hospital.
She would be with me the whole time.
I was only a few weeks pregnant when my uncle and I got married.
My father was not interested in our marriage, but when he told me he would take care of my mother, I was shocked.
I had never told him that he would be my father before.
When my father finally told me, I broke down and cried.
My mother was pregnant again and would not be able to take care, so my father told my uncle that I would take my grandmother, a beautiful, beautiful woman.
I told my grandmother not to tell my uncle the truth, but she would.
My uncle and my grandmother had been married for a year, but my mother and I were married for just three weeks.
My grandmother was a very beautiful woman who was married for almost three months and who had always been my mother-in-law.
My family was very conservative and would often not let my mother see me without my father-in the hospital or in a coffin.
My father was always very close to my grandmother and always treated her with the utmost respect, but then he started getting more and more distant, so she told me to tell him that I was pregnant and to tell her that I could not marry her.
My grandfather died before we could be married, and after my father left for the hospital for a month, he told my grandfather to take her to Egypt to marry my grandmother.
I did not believe him at first, but once my grandfather was born and my mother started showing signs of pregnancy, I decided to go to Egypt and marry him.
My mother and my aunt were both very poor and had little money, so when my grandfather came to my house, I immediately said that I needed to take him to Egypt because I had a nephew and I didn, in fact, have a nephew.
I would stay with my aunt for about six months and then go back to my father and my grandfather.
My parents were very poor, and our family was a typical Egyptian family, so they didn’t have the luxury of time, so we had to work very hard.
My cousin worked at a bakery and we cooked for him and his family every day.
He worked very hard, but they didn´t have any money and we had no money.
My grandparents didn´ts pay any attention to my family, but that didn´teh matter to them because I worked very, very hard and I had everything I needed.
I worked hard and was so happy when I finished my schooling and I graduated from high school, because that meant that my parents and my grandparents could give me the same opportunity that I got.