A tale of chickens and cars

My father and grandfather went to the same hairdresser for their entire lives. It was located behind their office in downtown Cairo. It is now run by two brothers who took it over from their father. The younger brother came to present his condolences at my father's condolences reception, so I decided to go and say hello to the older brother, as a gesture. I sit down in the store and he immediately drowns me in a flood of words:
"-You know things are very very hard, I mean now I can only eat chicken a couple of times a week. Before I ate chicken every day. I even went to Mecca with my mother, and over there, money has real value, not like here. I mean for 100 riyals I ate chicken three times a day. Every day. I would eat the Saudi style chicken, not the Pakistani food that you find there. It's full of Cardamom and my colon gets upset (colon problems are seemingly the most prevalent condition in Egypt and discussing it is something of a national sport).
Anyways, i'd get half a grilled chicken three times a day. It would come with half a kilo of rice and a big sambousek. Over there you can eat and eat and never feel bad as long as you don't eat the stuff with cardamom.
-That sounds great.
-Yes, i'm of a mind to go there and take my kit and sit next to any garbage dumpster even and offer to shave people's head's for 5 Riyals so they can be ready for pilgramage. I mean, if I shave 4 people, that will be enough for a meal of chicken".
At this point, I had had enough of this chicken mania and decided to take my leave. He stops me urgently and says:
-Ostaza Salma, your father had promised to sell me his jeep before he died. He agreed to sell it for 10,000 pounds. He even was looking for the paperwork and he took me to see it and inspect it and everything.
-Oh really ?
-Yes, I swear, you have to honor the word of the dead you know!
-I absolutely do honor everything my father told me to do, but I wonder how he expects me to sell you a car that got stolen 10 years ago during the revolution.

Rebellious Rooster!

I took this photo years ago, what struck me was that the rooster at the top of the picture had managed to escape the cage but didn’t seem interested in running away. It was just nonchalently enjoying it’s new found freedom but doing nothing to protect it!