Pyramids of Giza

She felt as though she had waited forever for this moment—one she had manifested with all her heart. And ever since she had, it took about a decade and a half for the dream to come true. But the moment was worth every single second.

Every time she thought about the pyramids, she had goosebumps. She had conjured up the image that shimmered like a mirage in her mind—one massive, sunlit triangle rising from the desert, ancient and eternal. She had seen it in books, on screens, in documentaries.

But nothing compared to that first real glimpse—from the back seat of the tourist van, just after landing in Egypt. As the vehicle made its way toward Giza, she spotted it rising from the haze, and her heart skipped a beat. The pyramid. Real. Magnificent. Timeless.

A dream long held, finally touched by reality.

And on her last day in Giza, while walking through the busy markets, holding her husband’s hand, she kept turning back every few paces to steal one more look at the pyramid—whispering a promise that she’d return one day. She couldn’t quite let go of that final glimpse, not until the moment it finally disappeared from view.
That, for her, was a quiet, wistful goodbye—with the promise of meeting again.