But Sweden’s home, his future’s land.
Here’s a short poem: Across the Nile’s warm, golden light, He sailed to Sweden’s icy night. Amr left Egypt’s ancient shore, Seeking dreams, and more. But Stockholm’s streets, so clean and gray, Held struggles he never knew by day. Resumes submitted, hopes astray, No calls came, come what may. His skills, honed in Cairo’s heat, […] More