The story of the Leather Jacket

Saber (Main Character)

Saber, the charming young man was driving his white cap to catch his ‘noon time’ breakfast with his peers, or perhaps just people’s of Cairo- on the metal standing vehicle, one that was reflecting Cairo’s golden sun, decorated with small metal bowels filled with tomatoes,  green onions arranged in a flower bouquet manner,  calling everyone to help themselves to garnish  their morning Foul (beans) & Falafel dish, the aroma of the very Egyptian bread slices that filled the morning breeze. A place that witnessed millions of Egyptians morning stories and extended salutations. Weather, politics, electricity & water frequent cuts, or maybe non but empty conversations that united them!

He parked his white cap just near to his favorite Foul vehicle and walked in steady steps toward it, the young man who is (was)  in his mid twenties has always walked in steadiness to his goals, that was only before his dad had an accident that left him with a major injury that didn’t allow him to work anymore

Living in a poor area of Old Islamic Cairo, where people didn’t only knew each others well because of how near houses were, but also they’ve went through a lot, enough to make them understand what’s behind the faces they meet every day.  the young man learned to be selective when it comes to picking his passengers… an old woman standing a few meters away was moving her left hand in a wave for him and holding her bag with her right one, she the young man stopped to give her a  lift and she thought that she’ll  first have to discuss her destination and if he’s switching his “meter” on or not, only to be surprised with him firmly saying: “good morning mother, please get in safe first, I’ll drive wherever is your destination don’t worry about it”

She smiled at him, filled with enthusiasm for his uncommon polite manner; opened the door and sat beside him, when he started to drive she was already on and off looking, maybe weirdly starring for a few seconds at him in attempt to start a road conversation she began saying: “How weird that you don’t listen to music?!”

He replied: “yeah, you are right” followed by a smile that holds a certain affirmation on what she’s saying!

Feeling unaccomplished, she repeated differently, sounding like a fortune cookie “But you deserve some fun and music son, you know!!” looking directly to his eyes insisting to deliver that delightful smile on her face to him, as if she means more than just her words…

Second-Hand Market Description (Whereas Saber will buy the magical leather jacket that changes his life ‘forever’)

Merchants shouts, layers and layers of clothes are there for sale, some are thrown in squared shaped boxes others are just put into categories and hanged on endless queues of inverted U-shape piece of metal. The (ground) is muddy and if lucky it is dusty in some other places! Heavy grayish smoke is filling the air above the crowds, so tight packed it seems impossible to  walk from one merchant to the next, but  get yourself involved and you’ll learn how to cat-walk! One look at the place and you can tell that millions of untold stories are hanged waiting to be entangled…

In Souq Al-Talat there is a whole world inside the real world-or perhaps that is how a real world is (operates) one that is begging to be unleashed. People, clothes and thousands of stories..

Uniquely located just under 6th of October Bridge, A bridge that connects the south wing of the capital to its north, connecting the lives of millions of Egyptian people, providing them with paved roads from a bird’s eye view and hundreds of loopholes where some of them have built up a place they call “OURS”- selling 2nd hand clothes for those who think it suits them best!


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