Egyptian expert in Chinese and Asian Political Affairs- Professor of Political Science at Beni Suef University
Although my letters may not arrive, I unload my burden onto paper. The weight of feelings inside me has weighed me down, so I've put it aside in writing. That's enough... Since the day you exhausted me with your absence, surrounded by letters that have bloodied my wrists, I write and write until my absence is prolonged. Does my matter to you anymore, or has your separation been so long that your heart has frozen without warmth?
Those apparent things were erased and vanished completely. Since the day you left, those palaces were destroyed. Their survival is no longer of any use. Will they ever come back so we can build others besides them? Since the day you abandoned the little girl, she grew up mature. Your forgiveness and crying are no longer of any use. Either she returns to her maturity or disappears on her own? No compromise can heal her wounds over what happened
Where are the false promises? Those hopes are deceptive, those lines are faint. What a difference there is between yesterday's words and the continuation of a calm day. Those things are unchanging and uncharacteristically unchanging... Today, I declare openly and publicly my presence toward you out of nothingness. I have turned a page with no return or regret. So who will compensate me for my life since the day you left in sorrow?