Today I Turn 38, and I'm Still Excited About Everything at Once
Today I turn thirty-eight. The phrase that has followed me since childhood arrives with the morning light, unbidden as always: “You sometimes get excited about everything at once.” It was never said to wound, but it wounded anyway, the way only the truth can. I was six, maybe seven, the first time I heard it, breathless from explaining my newest plan: a fish farm in the courtyard, a library in the stairwell, a school for the stray cats. The adults smiled, exchanged glances, and delivered their verdict. I didn’t know then that this would become the central indictment of my life. Now, on this birthday, I am a father of five. An Egyptian who left Egypt, then returned, then left again. A former banker who writes code in a rented apartment in Canada while dreaming of soil - Egyptian soil, first. And that phrase - you get excited about everything at once - has become less an accusation and more a prophecy. I am writing this because for years I have let others narrate my life, and I am ...