Othman Jalal is the name of the street that my grandparents live on. It's a very cultural street, with mosques at almost every intersection as well as the daily drink guy coming with ice cold drinks to distribute among the working men. I love Othman Jalal. It's on that street that I made many friends over the years and it's when I leave them that I know we really were friends because they always ask me when I will return. And my grandparents took the first apartment on the first floor, so the floors above us all include friends and family. So there will be days when I would never leave the building except for when I need to pray. And the good thing is I could pray at a different mosque for each prayer due to the fact that there were so many in such a small area.
Othman Jalal is a very old street. It's been around ever since the kingdom of Egypt. And our specific house there has been under our possession ever since the 1920s when my great-grandfather first purchased it. Despite the fact that's it an old street, it's still clean. And the buildings that tower the street seem very ancient and have this Mediterranean look to them, even thought we're not on the coast. There was one word that my brother and I decided on that described the area where we live; haunted. All the buildings seems like they are haunted because of the entrance to the buildings and the long windows. However, they are not starting to tear down those old buildings and are starting to put up new and more modern/luxurious ones in the area. Nonetheless anyone who lives on Othman Jalal, whether in the old buildings or the newer ones, they're still 100% Alexandrian and deserve that respect.
I'd usually spend my nights on this street either hanging around with my friends, playing soccer, or going to the beach for a little midnight run, however I'll explain about those experiences later. And it's honestly really cool just sitting listening to what these people have to say. And I say that because I'm considered a completely different person than them. I was raised in America and they were raised in Alexandria. So listening to them talk was always interesting because their stories that they had were ones that I would never hear anywhere else in the world. Stories that could only be conjured up in this country.
Othman Jalal is a very old street. It's been around ever since the kingdom of Egypt. And our specific house there has been under our possession ever since the 1920s when my great-grandfather first purchased it. Despite the fact that's it an old street, it's still clean. And the buildings that tower the street seem very ancient and have this Mediterranean look to them, even thought we're not on the coast. There was one word that my brother and I decided on that described the area where we live; haunted. All the buildings seems like they are haunted because of the entrance to the buildings and the long windows. However, they are not starting to tear down those old buildings and are starting to put up new and more modern/luxurious ones in the area. Nonetheless anyone who lives on Othman Jalal, whether in the old buildings or the newer ones, they're still 100% Alexandrian and deserve that respect.
I'd usually spend my nights on this street either hanging around with my friends, playing soccer, or going to the beach for a little midnight run, however I'll explain about those experiences later. And it's honestly really cool just sitting listening to what these people have to say. And I say that because I'm considered a completely different person than them. I was raised in America and they were raised in Alexandria. So listening to them talk was always interesting because their stories that they had were ones that I would never hear anywhere else in the world. Stories that could only be conjured up in this country.
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