Athens
This trip had been a dream of mine since I studied World’s Civilization in History at Form Four. I’ve memorised all the Greek legend and felt as if I’m destined to see it. So when I reached Athens, capital of Greece, I cried SubhanAllah. This ancient city is a marvel because it’s simple and everyone is friendly. They have a huge influence of the Moorish culture and you can see it in the Greeks – their features, music and food. The youth hostel that we stayed it is very old but it’s not creepy, unlike the ones in Portugal. We stayed at one in Plaka, one of Athen’s oldest streets because it’s central and at night you’ll see a myriad of activities from the balcony. There’s plenty of Byzantine old churches – Fidelia dragged me into one and I was amused that they conduct their mass in Latin and Hebrew. The priests looked old and scary, and I had the feeling Christians here followed the Old Testament because the elderly women are wearing headcovers, not just the nuns. Even the interior of the churches smelt ancient, dark and musky.
I prefer the sun outside, but waited for my friend Fidelia to pray. We then walk around the lengths of the flea market around Plaka.

Everyone seems to be on motorbikes because the streets are narrow and meant for pedestrians. Food is not really a problem for Muslims because there’s a number of Lebanese kebab stall . I love the night scene around Plaka because people looked so merry. They’re either drunk or maybe, it’s just in their genes.

Acropolis (the ancient city)

to be continued…