True Cost

Today I stumbled upon an amazing post by the amazing rarasaur, which turned out to be episode 7 of Prompts for the Promptless, and was entitled True Cost. Everyone is welcome to participate, click here to find out how!

True Cost is a term for the often-overlooked, comprehensive expense of something, including the time-related and emotional costs.

She gave us several suggestions to help us, out of which I chose to share a story about a situation that surprised me with the revealing of ‘True Cost’. There it goes:

The apartment where we live in, in Cairo, is a very special apartment. Its not by the Nile nor by an amazing view. It doesn’t have hardwood or parquet flooring, and it’s not really furnished in an excellent way. My grandpa bought that apartment long before my mom and her sisters got married. They lived in this apartment until my mom and her three sisters (My Aunts) got married one by one. Then when we (grandchildren) came to this world, they gathered us all every week for a family reunion in this apartment with our grand parents. Sometimes we even got to spend the whole weekend there, other times we stayed for the whole week and went to school directly from there.

My cousins and I were raised together in that apartment. My cousin Mostafa and I rode our virtual dinosaurs and helped protect our planet. My cousin Dina and I used umbrellas as parachutes to slow down our falling speed from bed to floor. Sometimes she’d put a rope around my neck and pull me around; a scene that would instantly turn my mom grumpy. We watched our favorite movies, ate our favorite food, played hide and seek, doctor and patient, and lots of games that I cannot fully recall. All our childhood memories lie within this apartment with all its furniture. There isn’t a room, chair, or table that hasn’t got memories attached to it.

But that was more than 25 years ago, when all we cared about was games, movies, food, skipping school, throwing wooden clips off the balcony, etc.

After our grandma passed away, my mom and aunts were thinking of putting the apartment for sale. They were arguing about how the neighborhood became more dense with people in the last 25 years, and how it would be more convenient to move to a newer, less crowded neighborhood. Now that each and everyone of them has her own place to stay, they were thinking of selling it and making use of the good money that would come out of it. Maybe buy a new apartment with a garden attached to it.

When I heard about this situation, I kept thinking thoroughly about the true value of this apartment. For my cousins and I, it’s not how many rooms and bathrooms or how big its living room is that would determine its cost. It’s the years we experienced together, the games we played, the movies we watched, the sleepovers we had. Its the priceless cost of our childhood memories with each other. That’s the true cost of this apartment, which cannot be replaced by any other apartment, no matter how fancy, no matter how elegant.

Eventually they became distracted for some reason from their desire to sell the apartment. I hope life keeps distracting them from doing so forever!

A famous Egyptian poet by the name of Amal Donqol, once wrote a poem with a verse that says:

Do you get to see when I remove your eyeballs and replace them with two pieces of diamonds? Some things just cannot be replaced!”

Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Thanks rara :)

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19 thoughts on “True Cost

  1. Pingback: Prompts for the Promptless – Ep. 7 – True Cost | rarasaur

  2. I have never heard that diamonds/eyeballs quote before and I absolutely love it! You are so right. Some things are irreplaceable. Like Matrone, I felt like I was standing right in the middle of that apartment, riding a virtual dinosaur and dreaming up the future. This was beautiful. Thank you for participating!! :)

    • I’m so glad you liked the quote :) I’m even more happy you guys enjoyed the post! It’s an honor really, thank you for giving me the opportunity to participate with this small story :)

  3. So very true, I know the place where I was born was pulled down for another development and this kind of thing happens to so many buildings, the memories sold off or worse demolished for a newer building.

  4. It is. Although in a way I understand. The planet is too small a place to keep every building, and although they are memories of childhood etc I think sometimes you have to move on.

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