Echoes of the autobiography

I said to Sheikh Abdul Rabi the lost: I heard people taking you to task for your strong love for the world... He said: Love of the world is a sign of gratitude, and evidence of passion for all beautiful things, and a mark of patience. Naguib Mahfouz wanders in the memory which he said manifests itself in remembrance as it does in forgetting, and he narrates for us scenes full of life, longing, and wisdom, so his autobiography came as a reflection of a life he lived, and a repetition of a voice still dwelling inside him that pulls him backward, and drives him to write what he found in need of writing; so he spoke in poetic language characterized by condensation and symbolism about death, and forgetfulness, and the spontaneity of childhood, and women, and work, and life. These echoes came in the form of very short texts, closer to narrative, but they go beyond that to a broader vision, and a more comprehensive condensation, gathering the essence of his life experiences, his intellectual opinions, and his philosophy, which took simplicity as its foundation. He also took for himself the name Sheikh Abdul Rabi the lost, from whose tongue he recited the most eloquent wisdoms and the deepest meanings. He was a loving, passionate lover of life, and a firm believer in death, dreaming of justice, and longing for freedom.