In this noisy world｜Find the truth!!!

Before setting off for Egypt, almost all my friends gave me "warnings." "Scammers everywhere," "dirty and chaotic"... These voices were like a thick filter, almost completely covering the original colors of the pyramids and the Nile River. I set foot on this land with extreme caution, even a bit of a tragic feeling. However, outside the pyramids, there were indeed vendors pestering you to ride camels, their eyes sharp and shrewd. But when I said "Shukran" (thank you) in the Arabic I had just learned and smiled while shaking my head, he was stunned for a moment and even returned a somewhat shy smile, no longer bothering me, instead pointing to the sunset and saying, "There, the pyramids look best." At that moment, the "filter" painted by others showed its first crack. In the days that followed, the cracks grew larger... In the Valley of the Kings, an old man voluntarily told us the story of Ramses V and VI. After finishing, he didn’t ask for money but softly reminded us to watch our steps on the stairs. That kindness, born from pride in civilization, touched the heart more than any paid guide. What surprised me even more was Egypt’s "cleanliness." On the way to the Cave Church, you pass Egypt’s largest waste sorting station. Flies buzz and the smell is pungent. But it is these people who live with garbage every day who, with hammer and chisel, carved out a cave church in the mountain behind them. It was no longer a temple built by power or wealth, but a place of faith created by ordinary people themselves. That sacred yet simple contradiction made one feel—God was closer to people. Especially the Red Sea, when that jelly-like blue unfolded before my eyes, and the underwater coral reefs seemed dreamlike, I almost felt ashamed of my previous doubts. Where is the "dirty and chaotic" Egypt? This Tiffany blue is clearly another Maldives. The world is truly a huge book. You can’t just read others’ reviews and think you’ve read the whole book. We live in an era of information explosion. Others’ experiences, online guides, friends’ advice—we think this is safe, but unknowingly, we also build a prison of prejudice for ourselves. What Egypt taught me is not whether there are scammers here, but: even if the whole world says a place is bad, that may not be the truth. The real truth is that it has the cunning of tourist vendors and the sweet tea handed by ordinary people; it has the pungency of the recycling station and the devotion inside the cave church; it has the desolation of sandstorms and the quiet, brilliant dream world beneath the Red Sea. This trip was a practice of personally "washing away prejudice." I removed the "filter" others installed for me and repainted the picture of Egypt with my own eyes, steps, and heart. Dear ones: please bravely go and "see" this world with your own eyes! Talk to the people there, breathe the air there, feel the temperature and humidity of different lands. You will find that even the smallest detail you experience firsthand weighs far more than millions of others’ travel notes and reviews. Because the real world is not in anyone’s description, but in your true encounter with it, in the heart that trembles for it.