Let's Do the Egyptian Tango - Lesson 3

Toward the end of the celebration, the guests were given cake, bread, and their choice of Pepsi, Fanta, or Apple Cola. Never having Apple Cola before, I gave it a try, and to my surprise it was nothing like sparkling apple cider. It was, indeed, exactly what it claimed to be, and I have this itching desire to mix it with grape juice. The cake which the guests ate from was interestingly enough not the same cake which the groom and bride were given. Their cake was a beautiful five level white cake decorated with fruit and icing.

The guests received a chocolate and vanilla layered cake with coconut crumbs and cherries. The bread had cheese hiding amidst its spongy interior, which gave the perfect combination of both sweet and salty to the meal.

When the wedding came to an end, Mona and her husband returned to the car which they had arrived in, and their driver drove them to their new apartment, which was roughly an hour away from the place of the wedding. Both Mona’s close family and her husband’s close family followed them to the apartment, to ensure that Mona did not feel alone. This was, of course, very different from an American wedding where the bride and groom leave the wedding happy to be alone. After Mohamed’s mother and aunt stocked Mona’s kitchen with a week’s worth of fruits, vegetables, and bread, both families began returning to their houses.

That night was the first night of rest any of us had participated in for more than a month, and no one in the house stirred until the next evening, when we all came to the conclusion that we should probably feed our bodies before we continued to sleep away the day. The next day was identical to the one before it, in that everyone seemed to feel incapable of staying awake. In the entire encounter I believe that I have reached only a single deduction: It is more tiring to be selfish than to be content with what God gives you.