The Other Side

The Other Side Egyptian. What does it mean to be? Me, I would not know any more than a fish knows to survive above water. How would I know? My eyes have only seen the smoggy skies and sandy beaches of Egypt just three times. Each time I feel like an outsider a little more than the time before. I am clueless to a life, a culture that makes up half of my blood. I am an outsider even to my family; Just like the new kid in school. My half-sister, half-brothers, and cousins, they know what I long to. The language, values, lifestyle. The culture. But aside from everyone else, here I stand. Just a simple half-blood, the stranger, the outsider, the new kid. Oblivious to a side of life That I may never fully understand.