From the corners of the fallen sides, fragrant with the smells of tobacco and wine, from the depths of barren nothingness, to the tune of the Tuareg, the groans of the needy, and the intensification of blackness between the words of hope, or behind them comes absurdity... From this winding starting point, these stories were placed amidst the madness of existence, the question of philosophies, the glimmer of distant hope, and the specter of imminent injustice, for there is nothing new under the sun... By the light of a dim lamp, in the middle of a room immersed in darkness, and among the alleys of ancient Cairo, the mind raised its voice, so the words were cloaked in black from the first line, and the pen continued its journey on the paper, and the mind supplied it with black ink, and its still, weak nerves moved, and I remained a prisoner of that darkness until I completed what the mind wrote between the covers of an old, faded notebook covered in dust, and insects crawled between its pages, and some words were obliterated and some were eaten away until darkness covered them... So the broken heart leaned after several years and made its owner refine the worn-out words after they had remained imprisoned in the drawer and darkness ……