My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

“Inshallah.” This is what Amira said the last time I spoke with her and asked if she wanted to go to college. Her father, my friend ...

  Amira seemed timid and mysterious during my first visits to her home in Luxor several years ago. After all, I was a stranger from Ame...

I am glad I had my paints, camera and pen along with me. Oh, and my laptop. Two pair of shoes was enough. So was two pair of pants, fo...

Standing with Hagag and his family. Front of Hagag's house My Egyptian brother Hagag and I sat at the simple wood table in fron...

Abu'l Ezz, myself and Hagag The homes of my Egyptian brothers are made of humble materials: mostly earth and some wood. Even the ...

Too late to turn back now. I have bought my tickets, except for my return. A thousand small, cautious voices voices tell me to s...

Karnak Temple I am now a “brother” of the Nile. It feels as though this grand, lengthy and luxurious river is a vein in m...

“Don't forget me and my family!”  My friend Abu Ez smiled at me with a hint of concern as I was leaving Luxor, Egyp...

THE DREAM is giving me what I want and more. Here in Luxor, along the Nile River, where the Egyptians built vast temples and tombs 7000 ye...