“He will love us all as if it’s not a duty to be burdened with.”
I see this scrawl on the wall surrounding the garden of the mosque.
The sun cuts a diagonal shadow across the words.
“English,” I think. “Kind of strange graffiti to see in Cairo.”
There are maintenance men smoking cigarettes and laughing
melting into each other
as they sit together and rock with gentle laughter.
“Here, in Cairo, it is different,” the guide says.
“Here, all religions live in harmony with each other.”
We ascend the steps to Muhammad Ali,
the largest of the mosques, the place from which
Cassius Clay had taken his name.
“Of course, there are only a few Jews remaining,” he says.
“After the the 1967 six days war, they all left, except a few dozen.”
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Today’s writing prompt is
religion
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )
