Have you seen the streets lately? I mean, where you walk, which bus you’re taking to, or just somewhere in the neighborhood. There are symptoms sound familiarly in ears. It’s Christmas. The air you could breathe in the athmosphere.

This year is just so different. I could be wrong, but I’ve never found things like this in the past years. You could find many street musicians in the pedestrians, on the bus or at the traffic light, sing holy songs. As they were celebrating the event, they became beggars on the street collecting pennies. It could be meant or not meant to be, but it’s a rare to happen.

One morning, on a bus there was a street musician playing holy songs. With his guitar and some simple notes, regarding his worship for all in early day. Praying to Lord for His Blessings and Love. But he wasn’t the only one, in the next day there were some like him entering bus and entertaining the passengers with such things. I was dull at the moment. Feeling trapped. Maybe enjoying, maybe bugging.

Was it just a coinsidence? Or was it on purpose? Were they really need the money? Well, it could be done for such reason. Holiday is coming soon. For instance, this Christmas they might need the money to prepare things. It was all their celebration. Or could be not from any of mentioned above. As simple as they might just need the money for living. Selling the drama in form of holy words. But, I couldn’t tell the truth. I passed it to the guitar man with cross on his neck.

Last night, when I was going home taking on bus 213 route to Grogol, there’s another street musician entering the bus at the Slipi Traffic Light. This man, was a Chinesse, carrying a bag contains a small sound system completed with a microphone. Then he sang Josh Groban’s You Raised Me Up, but changed in lyrics with some praying words. He mentioned some God or Jesus, with a deep feeling shown in his facial expression. I wondered maybe next time there will be Santa Claus coming on the bus, carrying a bunch of presents, and give them to the passengers. I didn’t consider that would be real, though.

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I fed up after long hours of working. Keep it up for tight schedule. Running against time. When I got home, there’s nothing left for me but sleepy eyes and nice warm blanket. The hunger strike had gone. I got up, laid myself on bed. In silent night, there’s still the images of street musicans playing holy songs remain. As if they had sang a lullaby. But, there wouldn’t be any Christmas lullaby for me. I whispered, Bismika Allahuma ahya’a wa amuut. Goodnight.