KIMO / ART & MEMORY

Táta’s Balcony

Cairo, from my memory.

Through painting, I returned to my grandmother’s house in Cairo in the mid-1990s, before I came to America. I was around seven. I remember the school behind its wall, the market beneath grapevines, the building across the street, stray dogs, horse-drawn carts, balconies, trees, and everyday life below.

I took those ordinary days for granted and missed them more deeply with time. Rebuilding the scene brought me back to her balcony and a childhood moment that still feels close.

“Some ordinary days stay close long after the view disappears.”

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