They’re still building offices in the new capital while the water pressure drops in Giza. Every morning now, the news praises sand that was moved and concrete poured where no one lives, as if monuments could drink tea and complain about the heat. The engineers they hire know the math but not the soil, and the ones who know both won’t speak up. My daughter asked why our tap runs brown, and I told her it’s just the Nile tired. We both know better. They’re not building for the people who wake up here, only for the ghosts they want to impress.