Who is she? I asked the waiter.
I don't know, he replied.
Is she famous? I whispered.
I really don't know, he said, looking flustered.
Well, surely someone here must know, I said, persistent.
But the waiter just looked at me mutely.
I felt sorry for him then. But I couldn't help my questions.
You see, there was something about her eyes. They were so, well.... mesmerizing.
Her mouth.
She was unforgettable really.
I wished (well, it was almost obscene)
that she were mine.
Garden City Club, Cairo, Egypt