Flower Child

My first hour in Cairo making our way to our flat. Knock knock on my car window A child's face curiously staring at me I scream with total shock

This adorable child with curly hair (maybe 6 years old) saying something to me in Arabic... I had no idea what she was saying, I only knew she popped in my window like a small angel and holding a flower in her hand making a gesture for me to take it. In a very shaky tone of voice, I immediately asked my friends what she was saying.

"Oh, just a little girl trying to make some money". - casual explanation - She's insisting She's persistent She wants me to buy the flower She is in the middle of traffic. (crazy traffic) mixed with BMW's, trucks and cars that have lived beyond their capability. A donkey hauling a trailer, filled with an abundance of fresh produce, every car honking like they are talking to one another. My driver continues to move with traffic

She was gone.

How do I find her?

Will she be okay?

Knock knock !

It's poverty knocking on my window and I did nothing! only screamed! This little girl, I will never forget her. If I had one wish I would find her and bring her to my home where it is safe and warm.