A few weeks ago during my weekly commute between Cairo and Alexandria, I eavesdropped on a conversation between two spouses. The man, in his early forties sporting a lightly-colored turtleneck and a dark red vest, said that he had to spend an extra day per week in Cairo for work, meaning that he would now only be able to come home on Fridays to be with the family. The woman, her dark brown hair in a ponytail with one jeans-clad leg crossed over the other, responded, saying that, instead, she could try to get an extra shift at work to help cover the family’s expenses, basically begging her husband not to give up the already little time they have together each week. “Think of the kids ya Mostafa, they need their father,” she told him, pressing her hand against his while leaning her head against his shoulder. After a minute or two of silence, the man started talking excitingly about a memory; that day the family spent at the beach in Alexandria and how fun it had been to build sandcastles with their sons. Both of them let out subtle…
Exploring Layers of Egyptian Society Through Local Audio Journalism
December 1, 2017
