Giza: Where Our Ancestors’ Dreams Still Stand

Giza: Where Our Ancestors’ Dreams Still Stand

Generations of unrefined truth fly in the sands of Egypt. And Giza is not only important to Egypt; it’s so important to the world itself. Like everyone, I also came with the convictions in my head, ideas I had from movies and whispered stories. I urge you to come to this land with all these stories, because it’s going to destroy everything in your mind and create an entirely new view for you. The Great Pyramids in Giza are not just statues or monuments; they are a living example of how our forefathers lived on this planet, and how visionary they truly were. Like everyone, I always dreamed of coming to this land once.

I came from a different part of the world; I never spoke the native language of this land, Arabic. But Egypt doesn’t need a language to speak to you. You will understand the language of this land: the whispers, the smiles, the laughs, and the mesmerizing songs of the wind. It tells thousands of generations of stories to you.

After roaming around the streets and making some friends, hearing stories from them, one of my friends, Hussan, and I discussed so much about this land – the culture, the past, the present, and also the future. I met Hussan in a perfume shop he owns. That man’s heart is as pure as the perfumes he sells in his shop. We talked about so many things, and then he asked me an important question: “What is the difference between truth and reality?” I gave him an answer which he was satisfied with. Then he told me, “Now you are ready for the journey.” That single question gave me an entire new perspective about this land, and my journey to the greatest civilization begins here.

Waking up early in the morning, I was buzzing with excitement, ready to visit one of my most enchanting dreams. I got out of my hotel, stepping into the narrow street that led to the main road. The place was already alive, filled with the presence of horses, donkeys, and camels, their movements echoing the ancient rhythm of this land. It was a fine, sunny day, promising a clear view of the wonders ahead.

On the way, I met another friend, Dr. Ibrahim. He was enjoying his morning, holding his tea in one hand and a shisha in the other. Taking a slow drag from the shisha, he waved to me and called out, “Asalamu Alaikum!” He asked me to join him for tea. I returned his greeting with a “Wa Alekum Aslam” and, with a smile, politely declined the tea, my mind fixed on the pyramids. “Next time,” I promised, hurrying along.

Soon, I came in front of the gate to the Giza plateau. It was already bustling. There were so many people: students from different parts of Egypt, tourists from all corners of the world, and among them, I also saw travelers like myself, eager to witness the magic of this land. I went to get a ticket, noticing the price for foreigners was a bit higher. But then, an officer kindly helped me get past the checking and step into one of the greatest mysteries of this world.

The moment was finally here. The pyramids, long a distant dream, were now within reach, waiting to challenge all my preconceived notions and reveal their ancient truths.

And then, there it was. Right in front of me. The Great Pyramid of Giza. It was huge, even bigger than I ever thought from movies. It’s not just a big pile of stones; it’s made of giant blocks, piled up so high. It felt alive, just like I thought. The sky was bright, a sunny day, perfect for seeing everything.

To move around this huge desert place, we decided to get a camel. There were also horse carts around, but riding a camel felt like the real way to do it. It was so exciting to climb up on its back. The camel was tall, and the ride felt a bit bumpy at first, but it was fun.

From the back of the camel, everything looked even more amazing. We rode around the sandy ground, seeing the huge pyramids from different sides. We saw the Pyramid of Khufu close up, and then the Pyramid of Khafre in the distance, looking so perfect against the blue sky.

Being on the camel, moving slowly across the desert, was a great way to take it all in. I even sat on one of the huge rocks near the base, just to feel how big everything was. And from far away, you could play tricks with the camera, making it look like I was touching the top of the pyramid.

It was more than just seeing old buildings. It felt like living a dream, moving around this ancient, giant place, just like people must have done thousands of years ago. The air, the sun, the feeling of being on the camel – it all made the pyramids feel even more real and special. This was the magic I came for.

After riding the camel and seeing the pyramids from the outside, the biggest surprise was still waiting. We were actually going inside the Great Pyramid of Giza! This was a dream I never thought would really happen.

The entrance was small, but once inside, it changed. We had to walk through a long, narrow tunnel. It had modern wooden walkways and railings to help, but the walls were still the ancient stone blocks. It felt like walking deep into the Earth, with the air getting cooler and quieter the further we went. It was a long climb, going up and down, but totally worth it.

Finally, we reached the chamber inside. It was a simple room, made of huge, rough stone blocks, lit by some lights. In the middle, there was a big, empty stone box, which they say was the pharaoh’s sarcophagus.

What really touched me was the feeling inside. Even with other people there, it was very quiet. Some people were just sitting silently, and a few were even meditating. The air felt heavy with history, and you could feel the stillness of thousands of years. It wasn’t just a tomb; it was a powerful, silent space.Sitting there, quiet, in the heart of this ancient wonder, was different from seeing it from the outside. It felt like a truly special moment, connecting with something very old and very deep. It was a calm, moving experience right inside one of the world’s greatest mysteries.

Coming out of the cool darkness inside the Great Pyramid, the world outside felt different. The sun was starting to go down, and the light had changed. It was that golden time of evening, when everything looks warm and soft.

The sand, which was bright and hot during the day, now had a gentle, golden glow. The pyramids themselves seemed to change color, taking on a warmer, richer shade of brown. The long shadows stretched out across the sand, making the land look vast and empty.

There were still some people around, walking slowly, taking pictures of the pyramids in this beautiful light. The camels and horse carts were also still there, looking more relaxed as the day cooled off.

The sky was a mix of colors. The blue was softer now, and you could see hints of orange and yellow where the sun was setting. Even the clouds looked like they were touched with gold.Walking around in this light, the pyramids felt even more mysterious and old. You could really see the texture of the stones and imagine all the years they had stood there. The vastness of the desert around them felt more present in the quiet of the evening. It was a peaceful time, watching the sun go down on these incredible, ancient giants. The golden light made everything feel special, like a perfect ending to a day of seeing something truly amazing.

We crossed paths with camels in front of the gate and stepped inside the pyramid premises. It was a bright, sunny day, the kind where the light felt ancient and heavy. As we walked the pathway, the sun cast amazing, elongated shadows of ourselves and the sparse desert shrubs, stretching them out like ancient spirits. Our journey continued, leading us out of a hall, and then a set of wooden stairs took us up and out. The moment we emerged from the doorway, the first majestic scene that greeted us was the Great Sphinx. It sat there, colossal and timeless, its gaze fixed on the horizon, an enigmatic smile etched into its weathered face. As it was my first trip to Egypt, my eyes immediately filled with ancient wonders, and my mind began to storm with countless thoughts.

Standing there, I felt an overwhelming sense of history, almost as if the desert winds whispered tales of pharaohs and forgotten civilizations. The sheer scale of the Sphinx was breathtaking, its weathered stone bearing witness to millennia. I found myself wondering about the hands that carved it, the purpose it served, and the countless secrets it must hold within its silent, enduring form. It wasn’t just a statue; it was a living monument, a guardian of time itself. Up close, the detail in its massive paws, the sheer curve of its lion’s body, and the subtle, almost human expression on its face were truly astounding. The golden light of the afternoon sun seemed to cling to its ancient contours, deepening every crack and crevice, making it feel even more alive. To think that this silent sentinel had watched over generations, through triumphs and collapses, filled me with a profound humility. It truly felt like stepping back in time, standing at the very heart of history.

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