I have been observing the Nile fishermen for years---from Philea to Rashid. And from my balcony in Manial which overlooks the river. They live in a unique world; one that relies solely on the blessing of fate itself. Men, women and children live slow, gentle rhythms in modest fishing skiffs that ply the heavy waters all day.  Unlike a sea-fisherman, a river fisherman (and often it is an independent fisherwoman rather than a man) doesn’t leave the confines of the small narrow boat. He and/or she lives and works on the boat.