Day Seventeen

Maryam's rap.

Me and Sarah go out for the day,

walking together, side by side.

We return to the hostel with our freshly tattooed cedars on our legs.

I got mine yesterday and Sarah got hers today. 

Maryam was meant to come with me yesterday but she got up

on watching series and avoiding civilization.

I keep no bitterness but encourage her to get the fuck out of her zone.

Sarah shows her tattoo and Maryam is super excited! 

She starts rapping,

'Oh my god

Oh my god

You got a tattoo

On your leg

Oh my god

Oh my god

I can't believe

You got a tattoo on your leg!'

We sit around the corner of the wooden dining table and have an intimate dinner.

As intimate as it can get with Maryam texting her boyfriend in San Francisco and Sarah asking about SIM card top-up 3G services. 

I make faces and look up thinking 'Allaho ahbar! [my god is great]' 

in a sarcastic way.

'Maryam!

Return to the table!'

She puts the phone down along with her nervousness.

Sawsan walks in the scene and expresses her regret for going out for dinner cz the 

food looks delicious.

She invites us to a rap concert with a great dj and we all look into it.

Maryam starts rapping,

'Oh my god

Oh my god

It's Psych Aleppo

Oh my god

Oh my god

I know Psych Aleppo!

WE ARE GOING YEANI'

We look at her like walla, you are coming?

Her excitement is real and

she's already there.

We get ready and hoodie our way to the concert.

The sisterhood manifests as the Arabic rap gets more intense.

We break our necks on words we don't understand

while Maryam raps along to them.

We see the real rapping side of her and all she's been suppressing. Her body is captivated by the beat and it becomes majestic to watch and join her.

Dark room, four rappers on the stage, the dj in the middle and geometric illustrations flashing behind them.

The whole crowd goes so loud

the clocks run out

we snap back to reality.

Maryam's out!

PsuchAleppo