"Oh bugger it! The power is off again," my sister listlessly grumbled. The other sister hurled to say: "No Way! We can not stay in darkness till our father comes back home." After a brief pause "well, it is time for reading then," I vigorously declared. We are not allowed to use the generator so long as my dad or my brothers are not home because neither my mum nor my sisters know how to operate it and I am not willing to risk my life in giving it a try as well. Is not it better safe than sorry? Today, our father and two brothers were, unfortunately, all invited by daddy's friend who vowed to hold a big banquet in his villa if Egypt won over Ghana in a football match. Despite the tension between the Egyptian government and us, whatever delights Egypt still delights us and "Long Live Egypt" is still our lovely chant. Our differences would never blind us to our similarities. We can not shoulder a people the blame for its government's bad deeds. Hallelujah! Israel fails in its attempts to make us mistaken our real enemy. Anyway, My mum immediately lit up candles and I resorted to my cell phone's light as a guidance to my room to bring the papers I printed out today in the early morning to busy myself with reading in case the electricity goes off out of a sudden. This time, Tamim's poems would be my solace to pass the time smoothly and pleasurably. A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine sent off a 'thank you' to Israelis for giving her a chance to enjoy the outcomes of a candle light dinner. Here I am, another big 'thank you' to our cute enemy. Having a blackout of several hours gave me the chance to be in Jerusalem today. Seriously, I was there heart and soul enjoying the divine beauty of Jerusalem without even having ever seen it with my own eyes yet. Tamim's poem "Al-Quds" "In Jerusalem" carried me away to that place where I could sense its irresistible glamour: the golden dome, the swarthy marble pillars, the colored engraving everywhere, the white pigeons hovering in the sky, the fragrant smell of the air, …etc. As I journeyed thru' lines, I got to see how everyone is welcomed warmly there by the place of generosity which is so hospitable to anyone passing-by. The tombstones witness every single foreigner trod on the earth including Europeans, Africans, Turks… except US, the indigenous people of this place, the owner of this sacred land. Actually, These lines saddened me galore.